Author's Note

Day 2: Cider

“Go ahead, drink up, Peachy!” Sunny Daze took her mug, newly filled to the brim, and gulped back huge mouthfuls of the fruity, bitter stuff. Her head swirled and she set it down before any more spilled onto the floor.

“I’m tryin’, Sunny, but I just can’t keep up like you! You’re a whole ‘nother cup ahead of me!” Peachy Pie took a decidedly smaller sip of hers and delicately held the cold drink in her lap. She grimaced, reminded for the umpteenth time of the overwhelming taste of bitter apples.

“I know, you gotta keep up!” Sunny wobbled a bit on her chair as she reached back for her mug, nearly toppling over as she lurched forward and took hold of it. Righting herself, she took the mug in both forehooves, tilted it back, and drank greedily with huge gulps.

“Sunny!” Peachy sipped again, her eyes still wide. “You’re drunk. If Mom comes back and--”

“Re-laaaaaax, everything ish--hick--gonna be okay. Mom won’t be back for hooooours.” Sunny giggled and shrugged her shoulders as she finished her mug and slammed it down with more force than she’d probably meant to. It bounced off the table and flipped onto its side, rolling away haphazardly, but Sunny either didn’t mind or didn’t care.

“I know, I’m just paranoid. Maybe you should take it easy…” Another sip and Peachy eyed her sister wearily.

“Maybe you should take it easy. You’re so...stuck up all the time!” Sunny started to climb out of her chair on uneasy hooves. She made it down to the floor and wobbled about, nearly careening head-first into the nearby table. She righted herself, hiccuped, and narrowed her gaze onto Peachy.

“I know how to make you unstuck, Peachy…” Sunny wiggled her flanks in a way that complemented the growing curves of her figure and youthful body. Peachy’s eyes widened as she finished one last sip and finally finished her first mug of their mother’s cider. Sunny had to have finished three by now.

“S-sunny? What are you talking about? Maybe you should go lie down. Do you want me to help you to bed?”

“No.” Sunny maintained her gaze and looked surprisingly sober as her gaze remained. She took a few steps forward, closing the distance until she was just in front of Peachy’s chair. They’d been sitting at the dining room table guzzling cider and chatting about school.

“Sunny? I--” Peachy started to sit up and pry herself out of her chair, but her focus was broken when Sunny Daze planted two hooves on the edge, one on Peachy’s leg, and rose onto her hind legs. They were at an equal level now, Sunny’s blue eyes meeting Peachy’s green ones.

Peachy struggled for something to say, trying to reassure herself that this was just Sunny being silly and drunk. She’d had too much Cider, and this wasn’t the first time, but something about the confidence in her face told her otherwise.

“Peachy...just hold still for a bit, okay? I wanna show you something really, really fun. You’re gonna love it, I promise.” Sunny grinned a wide, toothy grin, one that she normally reserved for when they were alone, cuddling in the same bed or just chatting as they’d been earlier.

“Um...okay, Sunny, but what is this about?” The filly suddenly felt very small, tucking her forelegs in against her body protectively. Her confusion must have been written all over her face because Sunny giggled. There was that hint of drunken silliness in there, and her breath smelled like cider.

“You’re cute when you’re confused, Peachy.” Sunny spoke quietly, even though no one else was at home to hear them.

Just when Peachy had opened her mouth to protest, Sunny’s muzzle had lowered down between Peachy’s legs, which had been tugged apart by Sunny’s hooves. That sly grin never left her face as she inched closer and closer, diving right in between Peachy’s legs.

Suddenly, a gasp left Peachy’s throat. Sunny had shoved her snout between her legs and up against her special, private place. Mom had told them never to let anyone touch them there, most of all, not a stranger. Sunny wasn’t a stranger though, she was her sister and best friend! So it was alright that she did it, right?

There wasn’t more time to weigh the options of the predicament she’d found herself in before Sunny’s touch rolled out of her mouth and slowly dragged itself up and down Peachy’s slit. She shivered, her whole body reacting instantly to a sensation entirely unfamiliar to her.

Sunny didn’t wait to hear a reaction. Her tongue rolled back into her mouth and considered the flavour for a precious few seconds before popping right back out and going back to licking up and down Sunny’s tiny slit surrounded by a pair of puffy outer lips. Her tongue darted around, tracing the soft lines around her outer labia; it poked inside, wiggling past her natural resistance and wormed around inside her tightly clenching tunnel.

By now Peachy’s hooves had moved to her muzzle to hold back the plethora of noises that were now leaving her throat. She panted through her nose, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as her heart pounded in her chest. What was happening to her? Why did she feel so funny all of a sudden? Was it the cider? Was she drunk, too? For some reason, none of that made any sense to her. From what Sunny had said, she must have known this would happen.

A tightness had started to form in Peachy’s tummy, a bubbling sensation that was rising inside her, causing her hooves to tingle and curl and her cheeks to blush harder than they ever had before. Her ears wiggled and flicked insistently and her legs instinctively started to close around Sunny’s head, but she tried not to close them so far as to suffocate her.

Emboldened by her sister’s obvious pleasure, Sunny doubled down on her ministrations, curling her tongue as she plunged it back and forth through Peachy’s opening. A tangy, sweet liquid had started to form, dripping off the quivering inner walls, and she lapped it up eagerly. It tasted just how she imagined her sister would taste, like sweet peach tea on a nice summer’s day.

Hooves falling from her face, Peachy leaned back and slumped more into the chair. She was like a melting puddle of stimulated filly, her body so desperate for more of that wonderful tingly feeling while her mind was still a cloudy puzzling mess. She lifted her rump a little to aid in leverage and Sunny took it as her cue to shove her snout right up to her filly hole.

Peachy trembled as her clit winked and throbbed, poking out of her fillyhood for the first time and throwing her off a cliff of overwhelming pleasure. Sunny caught it with her tongue and suckled on it, busily flicking her tongue back and forth and letting out a moan of her own.

Peachy threw her head back and squealed, fully clenching her hind hooves around her sister’s head, lifting her rump up and off the chair, and was fully rocked into her first orgasm ever. Filly juices squirted out and dosed Sunny’s muzzle and face in sweet, peachy nectar that she hungrily lapped up.

Peachy Pie collapsed in a heap as her body suddenly relaxed, like a knot uncoiling from an eons-long entanglement. It was like her whole world had been flipped upside down, spun around a hundred times, then set carefully on a comfy, fluffy pillow.

“Hehe, wow Peachy. You came lots!” Sunny had leaned back, licking her lips and wiping her muzzle with her hoof. “Mmn. And so tasty, too. Yum!”

“Huh...what? Whassat?” Peachy blinked, still in a daze of her mind’s fog.

“It was your special filly juices! I think Daisy called it cummies or something like that. Wasn’t it fun?”

Peachy shook her head as the fog cleared, making mental notes of how comfy she felt, how pleasant the buzz of the afterglow was, and how endeared to her sister she suddenly was.

“Yeah, Sunny. It was great. Can we go cuddle now?”

Sunny gave that familiar, loving grin.

“Of course!”