Author's Note

CONTAINS: Foalcon, Filly/Filly, making out, saliva trails, incest, mention of "dessert"

Leaves

“Geronimungooooo!”

sploosh

Zew blinked as she watched a cloud of orange, red, and brown leaves shoot up into the air. Amid much rustling, each leaf slowly came to rest upon one of two things: the soft, tender, dark green grass...or the mess of gray, purple, and green that was her twin sister.

Just as quickly as she’d belly-flopped into the pile, Zippi rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. She waved them back and forth across the ground and giggled as she lifted her head to meet Zew’s gaze. “Hey, look! I’m makin’ a leaf angel!”

Zew managed a weak smile. “That’s nice,” she mumbled, her voice not carrying too far from their cozy little porch. She was content to watch from where she was, snuggled against the comfy deck chair. Those faded green cushions were old, but still soft...and definitely not as scratchy or dirty as a pile of leaves. She’d leave the dirty business to Zippi.

Somehow, Zippi seemed to hear her across the stretch of lawn. She did seem to have a knack for picking Zew’s whisper-soft voice out of a crowd. “It looks nice?” she asked, rolling back onto all fours and shaking some leaves out of her mane. “Then how ‘bout ya’ join me?”

“No thanks,” Zew replied, managing a small little smile that just barely moved the corners of her mouth.

“C’mon, you butt!” Zippi stuck her tongue out and blew a long, wet raspberry. “It’s fall! When else can you jump into a big pile of leaves without getting in trouble?”

Zew didn’t bother mentioning that jumping into a big pile of leaves could get you in trouble at any time of the year. “Well, I just...combed my mane a half hour ago.” And she had. She didn’t really want to spend even more time fussing over it, much less picking leaves out of it.

“Well…” Zippi hummed a bit to herself, before smirking and giving Zew an all-too-familiar look; a look that sent an instinctual shiver down her spine. “I’ll kiss ya’ if you join me~”

Zew felt a fire well up from inside, lighting up her cheeks. Zippi was her sister, and knew a lot more than she let on...and that included her weaknesses. Nothing was more persuasive than the promise of such surprisingly soft lips, attached to such an excitable, but still tender little filly. Maybe...maybe she could make an exception in this case.

“Well…okay.”

Zew slid off the chair and landed with a thunk on the deck. Every step towards Zippi felt like it took longer and longer, the gentle clips of her hooves on the cobblestone soon turning to muffled thuds as she approached the pile. Eventually, she was there, up to the middle of her forelegs in leaves.

Zippi smiled up at her, still reclined in the middle of a vaguely angel-shaped absence of leaves. “How ‘bout you make a leaf angel of your own?”

In a more stable frame of mind, Zew might have argued. But something about Zippi’s promise and the fact that she’d already capitulated made Zew lie down without complaint next to Zippi, even as lots of brown-green plant life found its way into her mane. She did her best to copy Zippi’s earlier motions, stretching her legs out wide before waving them up and down. It felt kind of silly to be doing this, especially considering how scratchy the leaves felt on her fur, but...she supposed there were worse things to be doing. Heck, the view she had of the half-overcast sky was worth it in itself. The clouds were so white and fluffy, the sky was just beginning to yellow as the sun prepared to dip below the horizon, and Zippi’s face loomed large in it, looking down at her with lidded eyes and—

Wait...oh. That was just Zippi leaning over her.

She didn’t have much more time to stare, because in seconds, Zippi’s lips were already pressed against hers. Zew shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt Zippi pin her outstretched forelegs down, leaving Zew with only one thing to do: enjoy the kiss.

Their tongues danced for a while, as they usually did. Warm breaths floated between their muzzles, and little trails of saliva appeared each time they briefly broke for breath. Alternating waves of relaxation and indescribable passion swept over Zew’s entire body. In no time at all, she was left breathless for many reasons…but in only one way, and that was the good way. She could even feel one of Zippi’s forelegs lift up, before trailing down to her hip, wandering around her midsection, tickling and teasing her as it did. Zippi eventually reached all the way down to her cutie mark area, and gave a firm squeeze, causing Zew to moan and lean even further into her twin sister’s velvety, warm lips. This all was more than worth the time she’d have to spend picking leaves out of her mane later.

“Zippi…” she finally managed to groan in one of the brief moments when they pulled apart. Her eyes flicked open, and she found Zippi’s piercing pink eyes looking down at her, accompanied by a smirk. “We’re...should we be...in the yard?”

“Oh hush.” Zippi giggled, before giving Zew’s flank another squeeze and earning another gentle whine for her efforts. “It’s not like anypony will see us…”

This much was true—the surrounding pile of leaves was tall enough to obscure the twins from any wandering eyes. But leaves very much weren’t soundproof: “But...what if they hear us?”

Zippi chose to first respond with another peck to the lips, and a quick jab of her tongue, before rising back up and grinning. “Let ‘em hear the show, then. Mom said dinner would be done soon, but I’m feeling like I wanna eat me some you right now~”

Zew thought her cheeks couldn’t possibly get any hotter...until Zippi’s wandering hoof brushed up against her inner thighs, and her entire face seemed to catch fire. “Ah...b-but—“

“Girls! Dinner time!”

Zippi’s gaze shot back off towards the house, and Zew sighed. Somehow, she felt both relieved and slightly disappointed as Zippi gave Zew a knowing look and winked, before unpinning her other foreleg. “Well, guess it’s dinner for real. But this isn’t over. I’ll get ya’ for dessert, Zewsie~”

And just like that, Zippi bounded off, crashing through the barrier of autumn leaves that surrounded the two. Zew groaned as she clambered onto all fours, her back ever so slightly sore from being on the uneven ground. Her fur and mane were now both covered in leaves, though thankfully most of them came free when she shook herself around for a few seconds.

“Are you coming, Zew?”

Zew glanced towards the door. Zeta stood there, her dull orange hoof resting on and rubbing the top of Zippi’s head. The little filly smirked so widely that it was easy to see even as far away as Zew was from the porch. Zeta’s long yellow mane blew majestically around in what little breeze there was, as did the ever-present red ribbon tied loosely around her neck.

Mom really did know how to look like she was on top of things no matter the situation.

“Yes, Mom!”

Zew already knew what was for dinner: hayburgers and salad. But as she trotted up the steps and slipped back inside, only one thing was on her mind: dessert.

Maybe if she asked nicely, Zippi would let her have some dessert too.