For the Good of All Things
Friday night. Energy stored up throughout the week, and released over a series of compact expressions, usually to deafening four-on-the-floor dance music and flashing colored lights in more shades than the dictionary had divisions of the rainbow. Parties would be pumped. Clubs in Canterlot would be bumping.
In their apartment, Twilight Sparkle and her brother Shining Armor were putting the final touches on their party-going appearances. Twilight touching up the violet-blue highlights in her hair, applying a final coat of lipstick, Shining Armor fetching his custom leather jacket from the closet and suiting up with a pair of black boots and mirrored shades. Takeoff was in tee minus five minutes, and Shining Armor was wearing a devil's grin, clutching something tightly in his palm as he waited for his sister to exit the bathroom and get her shoes and coat so they could leave. Regardless of when the party officially started, Shining Armor was tapping his foot like their ride had left without them, when in fact his white sports-car with navy-blue trim was waiting patiently in the driveway. Time seemed to move in inconsistent ways when Twilight and his libido were involved.
Finally, as though she'd been preparing for a coronation, Twilight emerged from the bathroom, looking like a cross between a goth princess and a neon raver, somehow rolled up and packaged in a black and purple shirt-and-skirt number that just barely covered Twilight's knees.
Shining Armor flashed her an approving smile and thumb's up as she giggle and twirled about for him, flashing a hint from underneath her skirt, but just low enough to leave the mystique of her panty-choice a secret for later in the evening.
"How do I look?" she asked, bouncing up and down in her new outfit.
"You look great. I swear if you weren't my sister..." Shining Armor grinned even wider and leaned in to kiss Twilight on the cheek. She giggled again, and blushed slightly, looking up at him with bashful eyes and then away as though there were something important suddenly in the direction.
"Shiny," she admonished, turning her head again, "I thought that's what we were doing this evening. Isn't it?" Twilight spun a strand of hair around her finger and chewed at her bottom lip.
With a sigh, Shining Armor smacked a his hand into his forehead. "Twi, that was the whole point of the joke. Did you think I would forget everything right before we went out?"
Twilight blushed even harder and crossed one leg across the other awkwardly under her skirt. "Oh," she said. "I'm silly. I guess I wasn't thinking straight." She looked up at shining with her eyes wide and cheeks flushed. "I guess I'm kinda nervous."
"Don't be," Shining said. He put one hand on each of Twilight's shoulders and steadied her before coming in for another kiss, this time a quick but powerful peck on the lips. "Just remember the plan. We're total strangers. Never met before."
"Right," Twilight said, nodding to herself. "I've never met you before."
"Exactly. Once we get to the club, that is," Shining said. "But before we stop knowing each other, how about one more kiss for the road? And make it a good one."
Twilight giggled again. "Okay," she said, and puckered herself up as she leaned in to kiss her brother's mouth.
Shining smirked and popped something into his mouth from his clutched-tight palm, sneaking it onto his tongue while Twilight's eyes were closed. He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her close to kiss, immediately parting her lips and searching with his tongue, teasing Twilight with gentle flicks, and then depositing the tiny plastic payload onto its target. Then just to give a little extra saliva, push with your tongue, and—
"Shining!" Twilight broke the kiss and began to cough, sputtering up a spray of saliva that she mostly caught with her hand. She coughed a few more times before wiping her mouth and glaring at her brother, who was practically glowing with delight at his successful prank.
"What?" Shining Armor whistled innocently and kicked at the ground absentmindedly.
"What did you put in my mouth? It tasted like dirt!" Twilight spat onto her hand again and wiped off the excess around her mouth.
"Just a little something to make the night more fun. A new one you haven't had before, I think."
"You fucker!" Twilight Sparkle swatted at her brother's shoulder and pushed him back an inch or two, unable to dislodge the smirk from his face. But Twilight was smiling too now, and she laughed, putting a hand on her stomach until the small fit passed. "You know I love when you dose me with something," she said, smiling and sticking her tongue out between her teeth. "What did you give me? At least tell me what it is!"
Shining Armor wagged a finger in front of Twilight's face, and pulled it away when she snapped at it with her teeth like a tiny violent puppy.
"Unh-uh. It's a secret. You can find out when it kicks in. Should be pretty soon, as a matter of fact."
"Before we get to the club?" Twilight asked. She finished tying her platform boots and made her way to the door, opening it and letting Shining out before turning to fasten the lock.
"Maybe. You tell me. How do you feel?"
"Horny as fuck," Twilight said, wrapping her both her arms around one of her brother's and following him to the car. "But I don't think that has anything to do with the pill."
"Yet," Shining said.
The two laughed as they got in the car. Ignition on, Equestria Radio on the dash, and Twilight rubbing him through his jeans all the way to the club. Friday night.
"Once we get inside we'll split up," Shining said. He pulled into a reserved spot around the corner from Place, the club he and Twilight had chosen for the night's festivities. Shining didn't have a reservation everywhere in town, but it was remarkable what a few phone calls and family name drops could do in a short amount of time. "After that, nothing happens until we run into each other again. Although, I suppose, if you wanted some other guy to feel you up..."
"Come on Shiny, I wanna play with you tonight," Twilight said. She got out of the car with minimal attention to her skirt, which flashed up at a passerby as she was getting out and into the fresh Canterlot air—which, admittedly, smelled mostly of second-hand vape-smoke and car exhaust. Twilight ignored the motley combination in favour of another drag of her brother's aftershave, which she obtained by wrapping herself around him and burying her nose into his neck, sniffing deeply and inhaling the scent of him to keep in her memory until she found him somewhere in the swirling crowd inside.
With the mingling smell of Shining's rich coat and imported applied scent in sinking deep into her nose, Twilight let out a long sigh, and rubbed her legs together, gritting her teeth slightly as the friction sent a jolt right from her pussy to her brain.
"Ooh," she said. "I think I might be getting something." She squeezed her legs together again and received another jolt, twice as strong, this time with invisible hands that seemed to reach out to her nipples and tweak them softly, one at a time, making them stand up plain and needy underneath her thin shirt. "Ooohhh. Jeez. Where did you get this stuff?"
"Trixie gave it to me," Shining said. He double-tapped the lock-button on his key-chain and took Twilight's hand as he began to walk towards the club entrance. The bouncer eyed the both of them, Shining with a more disapproving frown, Twilight with a half-raised eyebrow and approving nod, before giving both of them the signal with one raised thumb and a shake in the direction of the entrance. Shining nodded to the man, who stood at least two feet higher, even with the significant contribution of Shining's club-wear boots.
"Trixie?" Twilight whispered. The inside of the club was almost only black-light bright, occasionally punctured by flickering strobes of colour and geometric patterns dancing together in-and-out of the sub-visible background. Twilight's whisper became a thing of distant past, swallowed up by the throb of bass drums and chunky synth leads piping through the club speakers.
Shining shook his head, and, with just a finger over his lips for good measure, made his way ahead of Twilight and into the crowd of dancing people. Before she could track him, Shining had slipped into the sea of bodies, his leather jacket, shades, and softly spiked hair remaining as the only highlights in memory of the person she no longer knew for the rest of the evening.
Twilight scanned the crowd. There was a bar to the left. DJ at center stage, with a pit of dancing people in the front, and raised platforms to either side, taken up by whoever shoved their way in to garner the most attention for the next fifteen minutes.
Her panties were wet. Her black ones, with the lace. And she hadn't brought another pair.
Experimentally, Twilight slid a hand underneath the waist-band of her skirt and felt at the front patch of fabric covering her pussy. The third direct jolt of the evening ran along her spine, making her shudder so violently she had to reach out one hand to grab the wall for balance. Her legs shook even so, and she took a few seconds to straighten them before she finally stood again, pulling her hand out of her skirt at the same time. She brought the two fingers she had touched with to her nose, and smelled the hot, heady scent of her wet sex. When she put them to her mouth, it was like licking water from a glass.
"Hunh." Twilight let out a wordless moan. Her face felt hot, and already, whatever the name or origin of the culprit (and gosh, could it really have been Trixie?), she was sinking fast into the the ocean of her desires, spurred on by the electric magnification every sensation seemed to be undergoing, amplifying each second she let the strange substance burn its way through her senses.
And somewhere, winding his way cleverly through the cloud, Shining Armor, aka a stranger she had never met, was waiting to find her, and take advantage of her lusty, weakened state.
If only she could make it that far.
While he was away from Twilight, Shining Armor felt, or noticed, or maybe imagined he felt, a special glow to the room as he looked over the people dancing and shouting at each other under the near-deafening music and downing their drinks at the stretched-out tables on the side. The same glow remained as he went to the bar, ordered a drink for himself and downed it in one go before returning his glass to the counter with a five-bit tip.
He knew what to expect, even if it was just from Trixie's description—because that was who he had gotten it from, and even if most of her time was spent telling schizophrenic stories of addled psychedelic abuse mixed with strange conspiracies and religious allusions, the pony knew what to get and where to get it, and she'd never let Shining Armor down before, anyway, and that was enough. A combination aphrodisiac, stimulant, and hallucinogen. The sample dose Trixie shared had Shining hard in minutes and envisioning the streams of light beaming into Trixie's dusty, paraphernalia-littered living room as a pair of celestial wings on the unicorn's back, lifting her into a divine and beautiful significance. Trixie gave good head, as it turned out.
By now, Twilight should be either halfway to an orgasm or halfway out her mind trying to get one. And, as Shining had observed earlier, since she wasn't likely to turn to someone else to get her fix, then there were only a few places she could go unless she wanted everyone in the club to watch her shudder and cum over and over again on the dance room floor.
Shining checked the bar again. No Twilight, but he got another drink, this time with a smile from the cute bartender with the treble-clef tattoo as well. No Twilight on either of the platforms, where her current mind-state might have lead her in the throes of passionate delirium to show herself explicitly in the most visible location as she brought herself to climax. Maybe she was saving that for the main event.
After he'd scanned the dance floor thoroughly at least twice and concluded Twilight was nowhere among the undulating throngs, Shining concluded that his normally objective-focused sister could only have one place left to go, given that her absence seemed to indicate an absolute inability to handle the amount of 'feel-good' her body was currently producing.
With a knowing grin, Shining made his way to the bathrooms, checking the men's first on a pure hunch. Sure enough, there beneath the door of one of the stalls, were Twilight's new platform boots, the ones she'd gotten specifically for dancing, even though she complained after five minutes of wearing them that they weren't even a little bit comfortable. And attached to those boots, or rather, wearing them, but attached to the body which was his incognito little sister, must be...
"Excuse me," Shining Armor said. He cleared his throat and knocked politely on the door of the stall he knew was hiding the potentially quivering mess that had come to the club with him only twenty minutes ago. Sure enough, even beneath the stall-door, he could see Twilight shaking slightly, literally in her boots, apparently unable to keep herself completely still in her solitary torment atop the toilet seat. "Is this stall occupied?" Shining asked. He pushed at the door obliviously, only to find it unlocked, but quickly shut by Twilight's hands pushing it closed again.
"No! I mean... Yes! But I..."
"Is everything alright, miss? It seems you might have the wrong bathroom. If there's anything I can do for you—"
Twilight swung the bathroom door open suddenly and yanked her brother inside by his collar. She shut the bathroom door behind him and locked it tightly, as tight as a night-club bathroom door could be locked by a tiny piece of metal sliding into place and turning, anyway.
Shining finally got a chance to look his sister over, up and down, once over to see how she was handling her new 'friend'.
Twilight was lowering her panties under her skirt. She slid them off ridiculously over her giant boots and kicked them off behind her.
When she looked up at Shining, her eyes were like a wolf's, wide in the moonlight before a hunt. Her tongue was out, and she was drooling stupidly, letting it loll out onto her shirt and dampen her shirt almost see-through.
"Twilight? Uh, I mean, miss... are you alright?"
"Gimme that dick," Twilight said. She reached for Shining's jeans and undid the zipper in one swift motion, getting to the button in record time and snapping it lose just as easily with only one hand. She use her other to yank Shining's pants down, all the way to the floor, revealing a treasure trove of white-blue boxers and her brother's fully-standing hard-on underneath. Twilight's mouth watered as she yanked the boxers down as well, letting her brother's erection go down with them before the final tug, when it sprang back up and bounced obscenely once or twice, a tip of precum already dangling at the tip.
"Woah," Shining said. "Did I accidentally swallow some of that stuff when I gave it to you—I mean, gave it to someone else earlier tonight?"
"Shut up with the acting already," Twilight said. She went to her knees and stared for a few seconds at her brother's twitching cock, licking her lips, eyes gleaming as she drank in the sight of it. "That was fun for like five seconds. Now I just want my brother's big fucking cock inside me."
"Can't argue with that," Shining said. He began to move as though getting ready to mount his sister over the toilet, but Twilight moved her head forward and took him into her mouth before he had a chance, and his groan filled the stall and otherwise unoccupied bathroom as Twilight slid the entirety of his throbbing nine inches down her throat. "Holy shit!"
Moaning softly to herself, as though she were mediating at the art of cock-sucking, Twilight began to bob her head forward with her eyes closed, slurping and sucking on her brother's cock with as much depravity as she could muster, leaving trails of spit up and down his shaft and dribbling down his hefty set of balls, which she squeezed occasionally with her left hand.
Only a minute or two after she had begun sucking, Twilight pulled her brother's cock languidly out of her mouth, stroking up and down his shaft with her right hand. Her brother's cock made slick and slippery sounds with each stroke. Twilight gave his head a special lick and kiss before standing up. She straightened her hair and skirt for a moment, then turned around and put her hands up on the stall wall. She moved one hand behind her back and lifted her skirt. Her pussy was dripping like a waterfall down the inside of her legs.
"Fuck me," she said simply, and bent further forward, sticking her ass towards her brother and waving it and her pussy back and forth in front of his cock.
"Come here," Shining growled. He grabbed his sister's ass with both hands, one on either side, and yanked her into place, pressing the head of his cock up against his sister's dripping slit. He rubbed it up and down for extra lubrication, the simple sensation somehow enough to send Twilight into a fit of howls, bucking her hips backwards and rattling the lid of the toilet as her arms shook and threatened to send her toppling.
"Ohhhh, fuck, that feels so good," Twilight said. She turned to look at her brother over her shoulder, her hair tussled and wild from only a short time away from home, damp with sweat as her brother mounted her from behind. She gave her best porno 'fuck me' look, biting her bottom lip and batting her eyelashes sweetly, and did her best to hold the pose as Shining slid his cock forward into her eager and waiting pussy. "Fuck!" Twilight's yell echo'd louder than any of her moans prior, almost on par with the steady low throb of the bass-synth and kick drums satiating the building from the inside out.
"How bad do you want it?" Shining asked behind Twilight's back, whispered it into ear as quiet as he could to still be heard above the music's resonant drone. "How bad do you want your brother's dick?"
"So bad," Twilight said. She did her best to grind herself backwards onto her brother's dick, but he pulled away, leaving just the tip inside her cunt, clutching desperately at the eight and half inches of him that were still outside. "Shining!" she moaned, waggling her butt as enticingly as she could. "Come on! Stop teasing me."
"You know, no one here knows I'm your brother. If they saw me fucking you, they'd just think we were two strung out kids who couldn't keep it in our pants. They wouldn't know we were siblings."
"Ohhhh, fuck!" Twilight moaned again, first in comprehensible profanity, then in wordless noises, deep-seated primal cries that came from her deep in her chest and made her brother's cock twitch against her slit as it did the same back against his cock, lips grabbing and desperately threatening to pull him inside. "That's so hot, Shiny. I love it when you talk dirty like that."
"Do you wanna let me fuck you out on the dance floor, with everyone watching?" Shining Armor asked. He began to grind his cock forward, planting half the length inside Twilight's cunt before pulling back again, yielding a desperate moan and hip-shake with each thrust as Twilight begged wordlessly for the rest of her brother's dick.
"Yes!" Twilight gasped. She reached a hand between her legs and began rubbing frantically at her clit, while her other hand sprang free one of her tits from the light-security confines of her shirt and began immediately pinching at her nipple, kneading it between her fingers and tugging hard outward from her chest. "I wanna let you... I wanna let you shoot your load in me and make my pussy dripping and sticky and splashing all over the club floor!"
"Then get up," Shining said. He pulled his cock out of Twilight in a business-like way and pulled his boxers back up, followed by his jeans, done up with a zip. Before Twilight could even adjust to the fact that she was no longer being fucked, Shining Armor was fully dressed, still staring at his sister's pussy dripping wetness all over the toilet and bathroom floor.
Twilight's head snapped back at the sudden interruption. But when she saw Shining standing with his hand outstretched, fully clothed, she could tell suddenly that his playfulness had been nothing but bravado.
"But... in front of everyone? What if someone we know—"
"Don't wanna hear it. March." Shining unlocked and opened the bathroom stall and gestured towards the door with one hand, his expression grim and humourless.
"Shiny, come on, you don't have to be so—eep!" Twilight jumped as her brother slid a hand between her legs and began to play with her pussy, slipping his fingers up and down through her lips slick with girl-juice and rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb. "Ahhh, Shiny, what are you doing... oh, fuck! If you keep doing that, I'm gonna..."
Twilight began to buck her hips backwards, still face-down, ass up with no chance to adjust to the sudden change of plans. And her brother was fingering her in earnest now, shoving two inside her at rapid pace, making her pussy squelch wetly each time he plunged in and out. She was getting close now, she could feel it, like lightning gathering before a storm, the cloud would condense and moisture would collect and suddenly before anyone knew it a flash flood would come down and swallow everything—
But Shining's hand was gone as soon as it had come. Twilight felt her panties being yanked back into place over her sopping wet pussy, then a sharp sting as Shining slapped her hard on the ass, making her cheeks jiggle for a few seconds before settling.
"Come on," he said. "Get up. I'm gonna fuck you on the dance floor."
"I was just... Are you serious?" Twilight found herself tucking her breast back into her shirt and straightening her skirt despite herself. Her head felt hot and fuzzy, and for some reason, even though following along with her brother's plans usually led to a mix of scandal and uncontrollable orgasms, this one seemed like the best idea he'd ever come up with. Her pussy was on fire. She wanted her brother's creampie with club bass drums pounding in her ears. She wanted to stare into the face of everyone on the dance floor as her brother pumped her full of his cock and then shot a hot, sticky load into her pussy. She wanted to cum with him on the dance floor.
"Let's do it," Twilight said. She wrapped her arms around her brother as the two of them exited the bathroom, leaving the stall sticky but not overall too much worse-for-wear.
Twilight left a trail on the floor on the way out, juices dripping steadily down her leg like a spring stream.
The dance floor was, as expected loud. Hot. Crowded. Busy. Moving in every direction and nowhere all at once, throbbing in miniature circles and breaking apart like amoeba in a dish. Twilight could imagine herself studying it from above if she was more collected. Instead, she just wanted to throw herself inside and lay, back-down, legs spread, to let the eternal crowd adore her, and feast on her nubile body, and use her in whatever way they saw fit as a sacrifice to the spirit of the dance.
Twilight rubbed her forehead on the way into the crowd. Definitely hot. Hotter than normal. But hotter than hotter than normal? Everything was hot. Everything was everything. Twilight's pussy clenched at intervals, seizing as though it was gripping a pebble, making Twilight shudder and shiver and her legs threaten to give every other jolt. The same orgasm that had been on the periphery on the bathroom was now at the front door, knocking insistently with pamphlets about a new religion. Twilight hated to keep guests waiting.
"This'll do," Shining said. He had picked out a spot not too far in the corner as to be invisible, but still far enough away from the raised platforms and center of the dance-floor that the two of them hopefully wouldn't be spotted until they were well into the act. And there were people dancing here, a few of them, couples and singles and a group of four girls that looked maybe to be on a night out together. With matching party hats, anyway. But none of them paid much attention to Shining and Twilight as they slid into position and started dancing with each other, Shining facing towards the the wall, Twilight doing the same, her backside pressed against his crotch, grinding as hard as she could up and down on his cock without actually being able to fuck him. Yet.
Carefully, as though he'd practiced the motion, Shining Armor slid his hands under his sister's skirt from behind. He gave himself a generous squeeze of her ass, both cheeks, before turning his attention to her now over-soaked panties. With both thumbs, he tugged them down, and in a simple kneel, with Twilight lifting her heels in tandem, snatched them into his hand and tucked them into his pocket, along with his car keys and the rest of the pills he'd gotten from his last visit with Trixie.
Now when Twilight started to grind on him, her wetness began to soak through his jeans, staining his boxers and damping the head of his cock as well. Twilight was a pouring waterfall, acutely aware of how cliche that sounded but nevertheless incapable of keeping herself from dripping like a fountain at the prospect of her brother sliding inside her just moments from now, in a room full of crowded potential observers. Unable to help herself, Twilight reached back with one hand and undid Shining's jeans with the same talent she'd shown in the bathroom. One yank, zipper. One pop, button. A little fumbling inside his boxers, this time leaving his jeans up, and pulling his girthy shaft out and into the club air. Barely visible under the black-light, when the two of them pressed right together. Then just to line it up, with Twilight grabbing the head and pushing it into place, her well-lubed slit, and then pressing and popping it inside.
Twilight let out a moan and needy-sounding 'Fuck!', but both were swallowed by the club sound-system. Shining remained relatively silent as he slid forwards, inch-by-inch, until he was as buried as he could be in his sister's pussy, both of them standing up-right, Twilight's skirt lifted, panties removed, and Shining's jeans slipped open to merge the two of them together under the strobe and smell of cheap alcohol and sweat.
There was barely any room for the two of them to move, both for fear of bumping into someone else, and for giving away what they were doing. Twilight took care of most of the motion, bouncing her hips back and forth in one-and-two-inch pulses, spending more time grinding herself from side-to-side with the full length of her brother's cock inside her than she did actually slamming herself onto his dick. This time, before her hand could reach it, Shining was playing with her clit, teasing it in tiny flicks and soft, prolonged presses as the head of his cock pressed up against the walls of her cunt.
"Shiny," Twilight said. Her breathing was shallow, and her voice was shaking. "Oh, fuck. I think I'm gonna..."
Shining couldn't hear his sister, but the look on her face was enough. He doubled his attention to Twilght's clit as she began to buck furiously back against him, groaning wordlessly but so loud he could almost make it out over the pounding speakers.
Twilight's cunt clenched and squeezed Shining's cock as she came, a steady stream of girl-juice leaking down her leg and onto the club floor over her new platform boots.
Even though she couldn't hear him, Shining leaned forward and whispered in his sister's ear just the same.
"Cumming," he said, simply.
The first pair of watching eyes turned to look as Shining pulled his sister close to him with both arms and began to shoot his first spurt of cum into Twilight's pussy.
The couple. Whispering. Tapping the shoulders of the group next to them.
Twilight was rubbing at her own clit now, babbling almost deliriously, her hips swaying in frantic motion to match her brother's last few furious thrusts. Each time Shining bottomed out, his balls slapping against Twilight's exposed ass underneath her skirt, Twilight let out a half-moan, half-gasp, feeling the hot, sticky wetness of her brother's load as it began to fill her up and join her own juices in a trail towards the floor.
What were they doing? Really? I swear I saw the both of them moving like...
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Shiny, I'm gonna cum again, I'm really gonna cum..."
Shining Armor yanked his sister's head back by her hair and pressed his mouth into hers. The two of them moaned loudly, voices mixed to an incomprehensible blur to blend in among the fading synth lines and resonant drum samples.
Twilight shut her eyes tight and bucked against her brother extra hard, as though she wanted to squeeze every last drop out of his balls before he pulled out. Her pussy was already full to its limit, one more spurt threatening to send the entire load gushing to the floor. Shining kissed her hard, biting her lower lip, holding her in place by her neck, Celestia, she was going to pass out...
"Haahh!!" Twilight gasped loudly for breath as her brother pulled away from the kiss, finally letting her breathe but not telling her if she wanted to if continuing the kiss was the other option. Finally, Twilight lifted her hand away from her soaking wet pussy. Finally, Shining Armor shifted his hips backwards, pulling his still-hard cock out of his sister, letting a dribbling spurt of cum trickle out of her hole and mix with the rest of her love-juices.
The music continued. But why had everypony stopped dancing? Were they...
Oh.
Twilight and Shining scanned the room, taking in the hundreds of eyes that had turned to watch them.
Shining reached inside his jacket pocket and felt the container of pills next to his car-keys and Twilight's soaking wet panties.
"Want to give them an encore?" he whispered to Twilight, just loud enough to hear over the music.
Twilight was against the wall, her legs spread, before Shining had finished asking the question.
