Author's Note

Day 9: Panties

Cotton Cloudy rose to her hind hooves and balanced against the dresser next to her, straightening her back. She flicked her tail up and to the side and her purple dress rose just past her hips. Looking over her shoulder, she examined herself in the mirror. A pair of blue silky panties obstructed her rump, patterned with the Wonderbolt’s trademark logo.

Every curve and ridge of her rump was perfectly outlined by the tight panties, from her healthy bottom to her athletic thighs and the slightly plump labial folds of her fillyhood that seemed to just barely poke against the smooth fabric. Little traces of frills bordered the waistband and legholes of the garment and meshed with the soft, fine hairs of her fur.

“Do you think Rumble will like them?” the filly turned back around to look up at her older sister, Blueberry, who was sprawled across the bed.

“Trust me, colt’s go crazy for this stuff. He won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”

“They just feel so weird, though. And a little tight.” Cotton Cloudy blushed, glancing back at herself in the mirror.

“It makes you look more alluring. And remember to swish your tail just like I taught you when he’s walking behind you.” Blueberry grinned, watching as the filly practiced a couple of swishes that caused her dress to lift and sway in the breeze she’d caused, revealing more of her panties to the mirror.

“You’re sure this will get him to like me?” Cotton Cloudy bit her lip.

“Totally. Always works for me.” Blueberry nodded confidently as she watched her younger sister blushing at her reflection, reminded of herself when she was a few years younger and nearly Cloudy’s age.

“Oh, and one more thing!” Blueberry sprang up to a sitting position as something came to mind. Cloudy looked back at her with piqued interest. Her sister had never let her down ever before, and she clung to every word of advice with little reason not to trust her. Blueberry leaned over to one of her bedside tables and opened a drawer, procuring from it four or five small square purple wrappers.

“Here, take these. Hide them in that pocket in your dress.” Blueberry gave them to a confused-looking Cloudy. Knowing the question on her sister’s face, Blueberry answered, “They’re condoms, you dummy. For later.”

“W-will I need them?” Cloudy gulped, looking exponentially more nervous than before, a small sweat forming on her brow.

“Unless you plan on getting pregnant, obviously.” Blueberry rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I’m sure you guys’ll figure it out,” she flopped back onto her bed on her side and reached for the book she’d been reading before her sister barged in. She hesitated and gave another one of her ‘looks’ at Cloudy, sighing as she did.

“...Or do you want more tongue-kissing practice before you go?”

Cloudy shuffled in place, eyes glued to the floor with a little nod.

“Well, c’mere you.” Blueberry beckoned her sister up and onto the bed, pulling her close before she had a chance to back away. Her sister was always such a shy foal, but Blueberry had no time for that now. Pulling Cloudy onto her side and tugging her over, Blueberry broke the distance immediately and locked their lips together. Cloudy gave a cute little squeak, as she always did.

Blueberry let Cloudy take the lead this time, and it didn’t take long for the filly to figure it out. Her smaller tongue poked forward, gently prodding at her sister’s sealed lips, which parted for her. The little tongue darted forward and flicked around for a few seconds before Blueberry had had enough and positively enveloped it with her larger tongue, luring it further and toying with it.

Cloudy’s eyes were clenched shut as she pushed her muzzle as far as she could, smooshing it against her older sister’s. It didn’t take long before Blueberry’s need for control took over and the tides were turned, pushing Cloudy’s tongue back into her own muzzle and darting around to taste her, prodding at her throat and flicking along her appendage.

The room was filled with wet slurping sounds and gentle squeaks and moans, the sisters making out fervently like practiced lovers. They rolled around on the bed until Cotton Cloudy was set atop her sister’s chest, straddling her and kissing down with an equal amount of enthusiasm.

Their tongues parted and their muzzles separated, little rivulets of spit breaking between their lips as they panted and caught their breath, Cloudy’s vibrant purple ones staring into Blueberry’s pale blue orbs. Their moment of breathlessness was interrupted when Blueberry reached up and spanked her sister on the rump, causing her to jump and squeak again.

“Go on, you’re gonna be late for your date. Tell me all the juicy details later. And remember what I said?”

Cloudy jumped off the bed with a start and was already heading for the door.

“Swallow, don’t spit. Thanks, sis!”

Blueberry waved her goodbye, watching her cute white flank bobbing as she ran down the hallway.

"Atta girl."