Sibling Revelry

As the sun crept higher into the sky, a beam shone down on Night Light and Twilight Velvet's abode. It was a small beam, thin enough to penetrate a tiny gap in the curtains, but large enough to cover an eyeball. With all the might of the sun itself, the beam of light reeled back and punched Twilight in the face hard enough to wake her from her slumber.

She rolled out of bed and rubbed her face. It dawned on her that she'd had too much to drink last night, as evidenced by the rooms spinning visuals and the cacophonous screaming of the bedsprings. She wiped her eyes and stood up, stumbling into the nearby bathroom. With a few splashes of cold water, she looked up into the mirror to see the dripping face looking back at her.

"You need moderation," she chuckled, immediately regretting the statement as it echoed in her ears. "Moderation and coffee." She took a closer look, and found a small, nondescript white glob on her cheek. "And a shower." She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, still half asleep. When she finished washing up, she felt much better. As she wrapped the towel around herself, she looked down at the apparel she had taken off. These weren't her clothes. They were much too large. She picked up the shirt, and recognized it as one of her brother's. Perhaps she had become sick last night and he had offered it to her so she could go to bed with clean clothes? How thoughtful of him.

With another look around, she found that she wasn't just in any bathroom. This was their parents' bathroom. It was only accessible through the master bedroom, meaning that was the bed she had been sleeping in. She hadn't been here in some time. Perhaps her bed had been used as temporary storage, and she couldn't sleep in her own bed because there wasn't enough space? Shining Armor really did think of everything, didn't he? In fact, she wouldn't be remotely surprised if he was already up, and had a fresh pot of coffee ready for her. She picked up the clothes he had lent her and tucked them under her arm. She would wash them for him, along with the sheets for their parent's bed.

She stepped out of the bathroom and into her parent's bedroom. Her eyes went wide. Not because her own clothes were scattered all over the floor. Not because her panties were dangling from the ceiling fan. Not because of the almost empty bottle of wine still dripping on the carpet. The shock she felt was from seeing the stallion that was still sleeping in the bed she had woken up in. He lay on his back, and had all of his limbs splayed open with the exception of his left hand, which was rubbing his chest. He was softly snoring, as far as Twilight could tell. The worst part of it was, he wasn't covered at all. Twilight Sparkle gazed down at the stallion she had slept with, her eyes transfixed on his massive erection.

Suddenly, it twitched, and a small dribble popped out of the tip, running down the shaft and dripping into a small puddle beneath his balls, which were looking a bit shriveled by now. Only after seeing his pre drip onto the mattress did Twilight realize that the stallion wasn't snoring. The gentle intermittent hum she was hearing wasn't coming from his mouth, but rather, his arse. Shoved between his cheeks was a small plastic case with a silicon tube on the back. A wire ran from the case to a small remote strapped to his thigh, and the remote was set to the "Slow Pulse" setting. Every few seconds, the rubbery mass would vibrate momentarily.

With a gentle touch, she slowly removed the dildo from the stallion's arsehole. Every so often, he would let out adorable moans and whimpers. Feeling particularly mischievous, she stopped when she reached the medial ridge and started pushing back in. The stallion seemed to like it, his legs spreading to allow it further into his rectal cavity. Twilight chuckled, then returned to her original task of pulling it out. With an audible pop, the head slipped out of the now gaping hole it had been in. She turned it off and tossed it under the bed, resolving to clean it later, before finding out where it was supposed to go.

Twilight's mind was filled with dark questions. She was starting to remember bits and pieces of the night prior, though not the whole thing. She knew she had ridden his face, but did not recall whether or not they had sex. She now knew what the white glob on her cheek had been, so she assumed she had returned the favour, but she had no recollection of what he tasted like. A voice in her mind asked her what the harm was with another lick, and her curiosity took hold of her. She stuck out her tongue and gave his tip a taste before he could become completely flaccid. The flavour was salty and savory, as was the scent. It wasn't awful, and he was pretty big. Perhaps they'd do this again, but before that happened, Twilight vowed to pick up a notebook. This time, she would record her findings.

She covered him with a sheet and left the room, taking her clothes with her. Her first task was to dress herself in her own clothing, which she would find in her own dresser, in her own room. Once that was done, she went to Shining Armor's room, finding a suitable outfit, and leaving it outside her parent's room, where the stallion would find it with ease once he awoke. Finally, she had to prepare breakfast: Eggs over easy, pancakes, a grapefruit, and a piping hot cup of coffee for everyone involved. She had only just finished putting it all together when she heard her parent's bedroom door close for the second time since her trip to the kitchen. Into the dining room walked the stallion she had slept with and presumably sucked off. The one she would be doing the same with tonight, if she set up similar parameters. He came into view rubbing his eyes.

"Morning, Twilight," he yawned.

"Good morning to you, too, Shining Armor."