Royalty

by garatheauthor

Rating: mature
Tags: Pipp Petals, My Little Pony: A New Generation, Zipp Storm, Sex, Narcotics, Porn
Length: 10132

After a night at the club, Zipp and Pipp get to know each other through an evening of bondage, orgasm denial, and mean words.

After a night at the club, Zipp and Pipp get to know each other through an evening of bondage, orgasm denial, and mean words.

Contains: Incest, Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Impact Play, D/s Relations, Oral, and References to Drug Use.

Commission for Melesse Lindenya, thanks for funding some more depravity!

Cover Art by wild_thunder06, so many thanks for letting me use this awesome piece!

Published 2021-11-29 19:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-11-29 19:40:01 UTC

Royalty

The heavy beat of party music coursed through the club, causing the cloud floors to rumble against the crash of percussion and a hundred different ponies stomping their hooves in place.

There was a press of bodies, a shroud of heavy perfumes mixed with sweat and the rare cologne that filled Zipp’s nose with every breath she took.

This wasn’t Zipp’s usual type of environment, not one bit. She’d never been big on raves or party music, nor did she take too many of the drugs associated with them. Still, her jaw stiffened as she felt the little bit of ecstasy in her system form a big smile on her face. A rare treat that truly did make the experience that much better.

She could see her sister, in the thick of things, throwing back her head and losing herself to the moment. Currently, she was grinding against another pony, though her actions were halting and a little standoffish.

The pony was into Pipp but Pipp was very obviously just trying to be polite in exchange.

Eventually, the song came to an end and Pipp stirred, looking up at Zipp. She winked at her and took a cautious step forward. Thankfully, royalty still meant something as the crowd parted, granting her access to her sibling.

“Enjoying yourself?” Pipp teased.

Her voice sounded like a whisper though it was surely more like a scream to get over the heavy crash of music.

Zipp smirked. “It’s not half bad.”

Pipp giggled. “Not half bad in an improvement.” She reached up and brushed a hoof along her sister’s chest. “Did that magic little pill help?”

“I feel fucking fantastic,” Zipp blurted before biting her lip. “Though it makes it a little hard to not run my mouth.”

“Well don’t run it too hard,” Pipp said, winking at her. “I need your tongue for the afterparty.”

“I just wish I could dance with you,” Zipp said as she glanced out at the crowd. “Shame that there are like a hundred ponies here.”

Pipp chuckled. “I’m sure nopony would mind.”

“Yeah, because they’d love to sell us out to the newspapers after the fact,” Zipp grumbled. “How about we get out of here and go somewhere a little more private?”

Pipp pondered this, making a show of tapping a hoof against her snout.

Finally, she nodded and batted her lashes at Zipp. “What do I get in exchange for leaving early?”

Zipp smirked and reached out, brushing a hoof across her sister’s cheek. She didn’t stop there, however, instead slowly moving it to the back of her head where she cupped a nice fistful of her mane and squeezed it firmly. All she needed was a little bit of pressure upon those roots before Pipp let out a tiny gasp and a hint of red entered her already flushed complexion.

“That depends,” Zipp said, trying her best to keep her voice low. “How sober are you?”

Pipp whined. “I’ve only had a little bit of wine.”

“Just a little bit of wine?” Zipp asked, cocking a brow. “Are you sure?”

Pipp rolled her eyes. “And maybe a couple of those fun little pills that I shared with you.”

Zipp snorted. She’d only taken one of those magic pills and felt absolutely divine. She couldn’t imagine what a couple of them must’ve been like. But still, she nodded.

That was sober enough for her.

“In that case, I’m probably going to take you back to our room and fuck you in the ass,” she said, licking her lips with an eager glee. “Because honestly, I think you’ve been having it far too good, Princess, and I want to make you work for your orgasm.”

Pipp was silent but the cute little quiver that coursed through her was a clear enough sign.

“Then after that I’ll probably spend a little bit of time beating your ass,” Zipp added. “Maybe see if I can make you cry because honestly… I love making you cry. It’s hot, very hot.” She leaned in close, brushing her lips against her sister’s ear. “How does that sound?”

She let go of Pipp’s mane and suddenly her sister launched herself at her. Their lips met and soon Pipp was pushing forward with her tongue. She plunged it into Zipp’s mouth and swirled it about with a ravenous hunger.

Within a split second, Zipp melted into the kiss and matched Pipp’s tongue with her own. It was hard not to fall into the moment and succumb to this temptress.

Though her senses soon returned and she pushed back against her sister.

Pipp whined and tried to press forward again though Zipp wasn’t having any of it.

“We’re in public!” Zipp hissed.

Pipp smirked. “Relax, no one was watching.”

Zipp looked around and confirmed that this was the case. At least, there was no one obviously watching the two of them. She still half expected that this little slip up would end up on the front page of some gossip rag in the morning.

She let go of Pipp and lightly patted her on the cheek. “Save it for the afterparty, sis.”

Pipp nodded and moved ahead, brushing past Zipp and taking the lead. She moved through the crowd with ease as she led Zipp towards the exit. Her sister proved popular, which wasn’t surprising, saying goodbyes to at least a dozen ponies.

A bouncer looked at them for only a split second before holding the door open and nodding outside.

Soon, they were out into a back alley where a few other patrons lingered, sharing cigarettes and chatting in quiet voices.

Pipp moved towards the alley’s exit, though stopped to chat with a couple mares who looked happy to see her. She even took the cigarette when it was offered to her before taking a nice long drag.

It was then offered to Zipp.

Zipp normally wouldn’t even entertain the idea but she also usually wouldn’t entertain the idea of taking MDMA. So, she took the cigarette and popped it between her lips. She drew in a deep drag, loving the iciness that coursed through her veins and the way it settled the waves of energy that seemed to fill every fibre of her being.

She then handed the cigarette back to the next mare in line before zoning into the conversation taking place in front of her.

“Saw you dancing with a mare,” a green pony said.

Pipp snorted. “She was cute and I’d feel bad telling her to fuck off.”

“My my,” an orange pony chided. “Someone’s picky.”

“Can you blame me, Sandstorm?” Pipp asked. “I’m a Princess and the last I checked there was a shortage of royal houses in Zephyr Heights.”

Sandstorm snorted. “Well, I’d think about being a little looser with your standards because the only other eligible royal is well…”

She looked directly at Zipp.

Pipp snorted. “Way to make this weird.” She then shook her head. “But anyways, I should really get going. Need to get my sister back to her room.”

Zipp offered a polite smile and said her own token goodbyes before slinking away with her sister.

“Do you want to head back to the palace?” Pipp asked. “Or should we stay out tonight?”

“There is that one hotel that does really good room service,” Zipp offered.

Pipp snorted. “They all do pretty good room service when you’re a Princess.”

“But…” Zipp started. “If we stay out, we won’t have access to our uh…”

“Royal Armoury?” Pipp teased, winking at her.

Zipp nodded.

“Then back to the palace we go,” Pipp said.

She fluttered her wings and stood ready to fly. Though before she took off, she winked at Zipp and flagged her tail to the side, winking at her for a second time.

Then she was off.

“This fucking mare,” Zipp murmured before taking flight as well.

The second they landed on Zipp’s balcony they were upon one another. They kissed for a second time and Zipp allowed herself to succumb to the moment. There were no prying eyes at the castle, no cameras that could catch a social faux pas of this magnitude.

She shoved her tongue into Pipp’s mouth and swirled it around. She loved the warmth of her sister and bathed in the rich scent of her dozen different beauty products. A faint moan ebbed forth from Pipp, her voice so soft compared to the more guttural groan that escaped from Zipp.

They somehow managed to get inside without having to detach, probably knowing this awkward dance by heart at this point.

She didn’t know what it was about tonight but she was so in the zone. Was it the whiskey, the tobacco, the night air, or the molly that she was currently rolling on?

Likely the molly.

She giggled nervously into the kiss.

Definitely the molly.

They broke apart and looked into one another’s eyes. Pipp allowed herself a soft smile as she dipped forward to deliver another playful kiss. This one was tender and bore none of the passion that they had just burned through.

“You know…” Pipp began.

She slid away and made her way over to the bed. Once more, she flagged her tail to the side. She wiggled her hips with every step, clearly enjoying the attention that her hindquarters garnered. After all, being the centre of attention was kind of her thing.

Zipp couldn’t help but follow, those hips enticing her forward like some kind of feral beast being beaconed with a bell.

“I know?” she asked.

Pipp nodded and clambered upon the bed. “I think I actually have a different idea for tonight.”

She pulled out her phone and tapped at the screen.

“What are you doing?” Zipp asked.

Pipp smirked and slipped the phone onto her nightstand. She then let her hoof slip into one of the drawers as she ventured for something inside.

“Just ordering some room service to come by in about an hour,” she said. “Now come over here.”

Zipp cocked a brow but obliged her sister as she made her way over to the nightstand.

“Did you get me something that I’d like?” she asked.

“Are chickpea bites with hot sauce good enough?” Pipp offered, glancing at her.

Zipp snorted. “You know me too well.”

“I mean I know what your pussy tastes like and I know all of your g-spots,” Pipp teased. “I think I can remember what your favourite food is.”

Zipp now stood beside her sister. She tried to peer into the nightstand. But as she leaned forward to do so, Pipp moved with dangerous efficiency.

Her sister whipped around with a band of purple leather and pulled it around Zipp’s throat. For all the speed displayed in her actions, she was still tender and cautious, careful as she collared her sister. Leather went through metal rungs until the piece of apparel was anchored in place. She then ensured that the material was snug but not dangerously so.

Within a matter of seconds, the dance had changed and Zipp was now on the backfoot.

“Oh,” Zipp whispered. “Are we doing this tonight?”

Pipp smirked and reached forth, cradling her sister’s face in her hooves. “We’re doing this tonight.”

“I think…” Zipp chuckled. “I think I like you on drugs.”

“They are pretty great,” Pipp commented, sticking out her tongue.

She leaned forwards and kissed Zipp on the forehead before dipping back and then kissing her on the lips. Once more, their union instantly grew passionate as their mouths parted and tongues ventured forth to fill the gap. Where Zipp led the previous dance, Pipp now led the tango with glee. She wasn’t as experienced as her sister, when it came to leading, but had enough time under her belt that Zipp respected her authority.

Pipp stroked her mane a couple of times before letting go and drawing away.

“The safe word is unicorn,” she said.

Zipp nodded. “Got it.”

“Got it?” Pipp asked, cocking a brow. “Is that how you address a noble, you peasant?”

Zipp couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “My apologies, Princess Petals.”

“There we go,” Princess Petals teased, stroking her cheek. “I knew I could make a proper servant out of you, yet.”

She hummed to herself and pondered something for a moment. Occasionally, she would glance at Zipp as if appraising the quality of the stock she’d been given.

“What to do with you?” Princess Petals asked herself. “What to do with you?”

Then an idea hit as she promptly beamed.

“Would you mind grabbing my toy chest, servant?” Princess Petals asked.

Zipp smirked and faked a bow. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

Princess Petals shivered at this title, sighing fondly. “That just hits differently coming from you. I hope you know that.”

“It feels nice, right?” Zipp asked.

She moved over to her closet and poked her head inside. While her sister had a proper dungeon of toys, Zipp’s entire collection fit within a small chest. With care, she brought it out and presented it as tribute to her Princess.

Zipp so very rarely found herself in a position like this. Though she learned that when Pipp took the reins there would be no compromise or dissuading her. Her fits of dominance were infrequent but were meant to be respected.

Once the chest was in front of the bed, Zipp then prostrated before it, pressing her forelegs against the ground while keeping her rump high in the air.

The display seemed to please Princess Petals as she stepped off of the bed and made her way over to Zipp. She moved around her in a lazy circle, observing her from every direction imaginable. This was a mare who loved to lord over others and that was exactly what she was doing.

“Tail to the side,” Princess Petals dictated.

Zipp did just that, blushing as she felt a few strands of moisture stick to her tail in thin strands of aroused depravity.

Pipp whistled. “Are you aroused?”

“Yes,” Zipp whispered.

She could feel the heat in her haunches, could sense the slight puffiness that lingered upon her lower lips. There was a sense of moisture against her cunt, her pussy oozing with desperate anticipation.

“You’re beautiful,” Princess Petals commented. “Probably the most beautiful servant that I have ever had.”

Beautiful?

Zipp never really thought of herself in such terms. She knew that she was hot and sexy, but beautiful felt like it belonged to a pony who was far softer than herself.

“Beautiful?” she asked.

Princess Petals nodded. “You try to hide it behind your ruggedness, but I can see it just under the surface.” She snorted. “Maybe I should give you a makeover, show you off as my prim and proper pony to all of the castle staff.”

Zipp’s complexion warmed further.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she whispered.

Princess Petals chuckled and cocked her brow. “Wouldn’t I?”

She stopped behind Zipp and reached out, placing a hoof against her haunches. Pegasus bodies were lean and athletic by nature, meaning there wasn’t much cushion back there to grope. Still, her sister caressed it and gave it a firm squeeze.

Then, without warning, Princess Petals’ hoof came down as she roughly swatted her on the ass.

Zipp gasped loudly, shivering in anticipation. “Fuck.”

“Do you like it when I spank you?” Princess Petals asked.

Zipp nodded quickly. “Yes, my Princess.”

“Good, because I love spanking you,” Princess Petals commented. “You have such a good ass for it.”

Her hoof came down a couple more times, leaving a trail of little red marks all along her rump. She properly tenderized this mare, ensuring that both cheeks were equally treated with a shower of potent little blows.

Each was marked by an adjoined moan from Zipp as she shivered under this less than kind treatment.

“Am I feeling sadistic today?” Princess Petals asked herself. She then snorted. “Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I am.”

She opened the chest and Zipp attempted to look towards it. Though she was met by a firm scowl from her monarch as she turned her head.

“Eyes forward,” Princess Petals demanded.

Zipp’s gaze snapped back to the bed in front of her. Though she couldn’t help but smirk.

She could hear movement behind her paired with the occasional little satisfied noise as Princess Petals looked through her collection of accessories. An item would be selected here and another one discarded there. In the end, she thought that her sister had selected around five things to beat her with.

“Can I ask you a weird question?” Princess Petals asked.

She came back into view with a sturdy manebrush in one hoof. It was made of wood and looked very daunting indeed.

“Shoot,” Zipp replied.

Princess Petals glanced down at her. “Why is there a manebrush in your sex toy collection?”

“Because… uh… that’s my spanking manebrush,” Zipp replied, cocking a brow. “I have one in my bathroom for brushing my mane.”

Princess Petals nodded and then slipped back out of view. Soon, she was behind Zipp once again. Though instead of using the manebrush, she put it aside. Instead, she selected something else that her plaything couldn’t see.

“Do you know the rules?” she asked.

Zipp smirked. “I do. But please refresh me, I do love hearing your voice.”

“Compliments won’t save your ass,” Pipp teased. “But the rules are simple. When I strike your hindquarters, I want you to count off the blows. And when we reach five blows, I want you to thank me, by name, for beating your ass. Am I understood?”

“Yep,” Zipp said, allowing her smirk to remain. “Count every fifth blow and thank you when I feel like it.”

Her answer was met by something sturdy cracking down upon her flank. The bite of it was sharp as leather clapped against her coat and left a burning mark behind.

Zipp hissed. “Fucker.”

“Would you like to try that again?” Princess Petals asked.

She snapped the leather between her hooves, causing it to clap loudly against itself. If Zipp were a regular pony she would’ve tensed at such a display.

Zipp wasn’t like most ponies though. She had been raised on a steady diet of being a smart ass throughout her entire life. And it didn’t help that her appetite had been most sated at Pipp’s expense.

So, she batted her lashes and wiggled her ass again.

“I think I need another reminder,” Zipp teased.

Princess Petals huffed and cracked down the strap again. She didn’t warm her plaything up, not even a little, instead going for raw power right off the bat. The blow did hurt, it hurt like a son of a bitch, ripping the ragged edge of a yelp from Zipp’s lip.

Though her sister didn’t content herself with one blow, nor two, nor even three.

Princess Petals hammered the strap into Zipp’s flank over and over again, beating her senseless like a mare possessed.

Each smack was furious and animalistic, the blows of a sadist who wished to usher forth nothing but pain. They turned Zipp’s voice into a ragged series of pathetic yelps and agonizing whimpers. If she wasn’t so tough, she surely would’ve broken under this brutal treatment.

The only thing that seemed to make Princess Petals stop was her own exhaustion after what surely must’ve been the tenth intense blow.

“Holy shit,” Zipp whimpered. “Did you need to let something out, sis?”

Princess Petals snorted. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Her pain was then matched with a strange pleasure as Zipp felt a pair of lips against her hindquarters. A tongue lapped away at her folds, licking at her aroused and swollen cunt. She couldn’t help but moan, quaking as her sister went to work.

The pleasure was short lived, however, as Princess Petals drew away, giving her a little bit of space once again.

“Still a masochist, I see,” Princess Petals teased.

Zipp purred. “Still a sadist, I see.”

“You caught me,” Princess Petals said.

She moved back into view, wearing a proud smile. Her brow was matted with sweat and her mane was a little frazzled. Still, she cut quite a regal figure, looking like she owned the position of authority that she so proudly filled.

“You know that I hate beating you, Zipp,” Princess Petals murmured. “I only do it because I know you could be so much better.”

Zipp rolled her eyes. “Uh huh?”

“All I ask is that you worship me with complete and utter sincerity.” Princess Petals lifted her hoof and offered it to Zipp. “So, why don’t you do us both a favour and kiss my hoof, servant?”

Zipp looked at the hoof and snorted.

Did her sister really think that a couple lashes were enough to break her in?

So, she returned the offer by instead drawing in a ball of mucus and spitting it at this very same hoof. It impacted and dampened the fur with a sheen of rebellious spit.

Princess Petals sneered and drew the appendage away. “I should’ve expected you to be an uncivilized brute. But somehow, I’m still disappointed in you.”

She used this very same hoof to strike Zipp across the face, smacking her with just enough force that her world momentarily swam. The impact was sharp and hot, aching and surely leaving such a wonderful mark upon her complexion.

“Fucking useless bitch,” Zipp hissed. “Is that really all you got?”

Princess Petals snorted and didn’t say anything to that. She seemed like she was above the challenge.

Instead, she reached out and wiped the glob of spit off upon Zipp’s face, smearing the cold saliva across the recently blemished mark. When she was finished, an amused smile formed upon her lips. Then, without warning, she lashed out and struck her again.

The blow hurt. It hurt like a son of a bitch.

“Do you feel so rebellious now, my servant?” Princess Petals asked.

She proved kind by offering her hoof once more. A part of Zipp, a deep part of her, really wanted to go through the motions again. Though another part desperately wanted to see where this evening was going. So, she proved cooperative as she leaned forwards and kissed her sister’s fetlocks.

A shame built up in her cheeks and she couldn’t bear to look up, lest she stare into Princess Petals’ smug eyes once again.

“Good slave,” Princess Petals whispered.

She placed her hoof back upon the ground and instead moved towards the chest positioned behind Zipp. For a moment, Zipp thought she’d select another thing to beat her with but instead she opened the chest, searching for something new.

“We should really introduce Izzy to this type of stuff,” Princess Petals commented.

Zipp snorted. “Getting bored of me?”

“Possibly,” Princess Petals teased, though maybe this proved too mean as she promptly sighed. “Sorry, no. I uh… I just wish for some magical assistance in getting certain things on.”

Magical assistance in getting certain things on?

“Are you feeling like a pony cock tonight or something a little more exotic?” Princess Petals asked.

Ah.

Zipp snorted and rolled her eyes. “I subject myself to whatever cock my Glorious Princess desires.”

“Say that with a little bit more enthusiasm next time,” Princess Petals teased. “And maybe I’ll actually spare you some of my indignities.”

“Oh no!” Zipp gasped. “Not the indignities. You’re telling me if I don’t behave, I’m going to get everything that I want.”

Princess Petals snorted. “How are you the brat in this dynamic?”

“Because we’re both coddled Princesses who got everything that we wanted growing up?” Zipp teased. “Plus, I never get to let loose and cause a scene.”

“And I do?” Princess Petals asked.

Zipp nodded. “I mean, that’s what you do as a pony. Social media influencers are kind of supposed to cause scenes and ripples in the water and whatnot.”

Princess Petals scoffed but said nothing more. There was the sound of more straps being tightened, coming from behind Zipp until finally Princess Petals made a satisfied little noise. She paced out of view and seemed proud of herself.

“Man, I wish I had been born with a cock,” Princess Petals commented. “This is honestly… this feels amazing!”

She came into view with a thick purple shaft dangling from her midsection. It would seem that she had opted for one of the more exotic choices as her erection was shaped like a gryphon’s with a speared tip and sizeable knot part way down.

Zipp bit her lip and felt her pussy wink at the sight of it.

It had been far too long since she’d been penetrated and those magic little chemicals weren’t making her brain that resistant to the idea.

“Now the question is…” Princess Petals began though trailed off as she tapped a hoof against the underside of her snout.

“Question?” Zipp asked.

Princess Petals smirked. “You did threaten to fuck my ass because I apparently didn’t deserve to cum. I think it would be most unfair if I didn’t repay the favour. You have been a pretty big brat tonight. So, why would I ever let you cum?”

“I also threatened that I’d make you cry,” Zipp offered, smirking contently.

“Oh, don’t worry, my servant.” Princess Petals reached out and placed a hoof upon the top of Zipp’s head, using it to push her face roughly into the floor. “I am very familiar with the threats you made and won’t be ignoring them.”

Zipp gritted her teeth as she was forced as low as possible before her Princess. Though this indignity lasted for only a moment before Princess Petals gracefully lifted her hoof and daintily placed it upon the ground.

“I could be made to see mercy,” Princess Petals said.

Zipp smirked. “Who would want that?”

“You will.” Princess Petals smirked and winked at her. “Eventually.”

When Zipp lifted her head, Princess Petals reacted swiftly. Once more, she slapped her right across the face, landing another burning mark upon her complexion.

“I didn’t give you permission to remove your face from the floor,” Princess Petals teased.

Zipp growled. “You didn’t tell me to keep it there either.”

“A good servant should be able to predict her Mistress’ requests,” Princess Petals dictated, starting to move away.

She returned to Zipp’s rear and pulled something else out of the chest. Its presence was soon known as Zipp could hear the squirt of lube being applied to the silicon shaft that hung from her sister’s loins. At the very least she seemed to be generous in her application.

“When’s the last time a pony has ever fucked your ass?” Princess Petals asked.

Zipp hummed. “A couple months ago.”

Princess Petals soon clambered upon Zipp, planting her forelegs on either side of her. The tip of her faux cock brushed between her flanks and the slickness of the lube dripped against her coat.

“That’s a shame,” she teased. “Because you honestly look like you have a pretty fuckable ass.”

She then grunted and positioned herself, prodding at Zipp’s hole with the tip of her erection. It took a couple awkward attempts, and more than a few curse words, before she was lined up and ready to plunge deep inside.

Then, Princess Petals bucked forwards, pressing the speared tip into her sister’s tight little hole with surprisingly fluidity.

Zipp drew in a sharp breath and knitted her brow. She tried her best not to gasp as she didn’t want to admit how inexperienced she was at anal.

“Good ponies get their pussies fucked,” Princess Petals chided. “The good news is I can still enjoy myself even when bad servants don’t behave.” She moaned. “Maybe I’ll keep you around as my permanent little anal bitch, never allowed to cum again.”

“I’m so ruining you next time,” Zipp whined.

Princess Petals scoffed. “Like there’ll ever be a next time.”

She grunted and started to buck her hips, pressing her cock in at a casual pace. Her tempo was slow and cautious, only venturing forward a couple inches at most. Still, with every passing moment her confidence grew along with Zipp’s comfort. It wasn’t long before she had adopted a rougher tempo, pressing forward with enough force that each thrust was marked by a guttural little grunt.

The cock pounded away faster and faster, giving Zipp little time to adapt to the sudden penetration.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

Princess Petals snorted. “Do you like that, you slut?”

Zipp flushed, not wanting to admit that she did. She hoped that her sister would give her even a little mercy.

Though honestly, she should’ve known better.

Princess Petals reached out and grabbed her mane, tugging on it forcefully. She snarled as she yanked Zipp’s head back at a painful angle, putting so much pressure on her roots.

“I asked you a question, you braindead bitch,” she hissed.

Zipp whimpered. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Was that really so hard?” Princess Petals asked, chuckling darkly to herself. “This is why I need to abuse you. You can’t even get simple instructions right.”

She let go and instead braced her hooves upon Zipp’s back, pushing her down and forcing her against the floor. She didn’t slow in the slightest, going faster and faster, pounding as hard as Zipp’s rebellious little body would allow.

Sweat soon formed upon Zipp’s brow and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Her cunt ached, winking as she was used in such a fashion. It was hot, pleasurable even, though sadly would do little in bringing about a longer lasting relief. It was like making it to an oasis in the desert only to realize that it was salt water that filled the pond.

“Fucking,” Princess Petals yelped.

She slammed the entire mass of silicon into Zipp’s backdoor, giving her the knot in one go.

It was thick enough that Zipp actually cried out, letting out a pained mew of a whimper. She sounded so pathetic, so defeated.

Where was the brat who stood so strong only mere moments ago?

Princess Petals pressed down even harder on Zipp’s back, growling as she did so. She didn’t draw back, wanting to keep the knot in there, wanting Zipp to suffer.

“Do you like that, you worthless whore?” Princess Petals growled.

Zipp whined. “Yes.”

“Do you love it when I turn your ass into my own personal fleshlight?” Princess Petals asked, snarling with such violence. “Because I sure as shit love doing this to you. I love making you whimper and whine like the dumb little submissive dyke that you are.”

Zipp cried out as Princess Petals finally drew back, the knot slipping free with a nice loud pop. Though the torment wasn’t over as her sister continued to buck away with her prior vigour.

“Gods, if I knew my sister was such an anal slut,” Princess Petals teased.

“C-character!” Zipp whined.

Pipp snorted. “Oh, calm down and let me have this.”

She hammered in roughly a couple more times, pounding away with no delay. The knot barely even registered anymore, the sound of it popping in and out lost to the endless cascade of moans and whimpers from Zipp.

Finally, Princess Petals drew back, pulling out one final time.

She giggled as she walked around and stood before Zipp. The cock that hung from her waist was covered in lube, thick strands of it leaking and dripping onto the floor.

“Your hole is definitely suited for royalty,” Princess Petals commented. “An ass fit for a queen.”

Zipp was beyond words, her mind fuzzy. Was this from the drugs or was she just getting some of the best dick of her life?

“Are you still alive?” Princess Petals asked, tilting her head to the side.

Zipp stirred. “What?”

“You kind of zoned out there for a second,” Princess Petals teased as she ran a hoof through Zipp’s mane. “I was worried that I had pushed you too far.”

Zipp shook her head before playfully sticking out her tongue. “I just don’t find you worth addressing.”

“Your insolence would be more cutting if I didn’t just hear you moan like a bitch in heat after getting fucked in the ass,” Princess Petals chided before nodding towards her. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Zipp smirked. “It was alright. Not my favourite but… I can understand the appeal of it.”

Princess Petals smiled and moved away, returning to her toy chest. She cleared her throat, letting Zipp know that it was okay to leave her position and look.

Zipp took her time as she lazily rolled over so she could give Princess Petals her undivided attention. The shade of a smile coloured her lips as she looked at her precious sister.

Princess Petals had assembled a few cords of sturdy looking hemp rope. They were a rarely used addition to their toy collection and Zipp couldn’t help but shiver at the sight of them.

“How comfortable are you with being restrained?” Princess Petals asked.

Zipp smirked and tilted her head to the side. “Why does my monarch suddenly care about my well being?”

“Because she can’t use you if you end up panicking and dislocating a foreleg,” Princess Petals stated in a matter-a-fact tone. “Think of it as the only hint of mercy you’ll receive this evening.”

“Let’s go for something middle of the road,” Zipp said. “I’m not looking to get hung from the ceiling but if you want to tie me to the bed then I’m not going to complain.” She bit her lip. “Though…”

Princess Petals smirked. “Though?”

“I’ve uh… I’ve always wanted to try out one of those like shibari things,” Zipp admitted.

Princess Petals beamed and picked up a bundle of rope. “You’d look so pretty tied up like that.”

She started to loosen the cord and examined her plaything closely. A couple hums and haws marked her brief bout of decision-making before she advanced upon her sister. Carefully, she started to coil the rope around her body, looping it around the area where her forelegs met her torso.

Around and around the rope looped, though no knots were tied. Instead, the loops went through each other, forming the basis of her bondage.

“Shibari is interesting,” Princess Petals explained. “Good Shibari should have as few knots as possible.” She paused and kissed her sister on the cheek. “That way if you do need to be rescued, it can be done with minimal labour or delay.”

“Rescued, huh?” Zipp asked.

Princess Petals nodded. “I don’t like to brag but I can be quite the knight in shining armour when it comes down to it.”

The rope started to adopt a basic pattern, forming criss-crosses across both Zipp’s belly and back. A cord went right between her teats while a firm knot in the rear ensured that her tail was ensnared and not able to be lowered to cover her shame. The rope was tight but not uncomfortably so.

“Gods,” Princess Petals breathed. “You really are so beautiful.”

Beautiful.

There was that word again; that adjective that felt like it didn’t belong when it came to describing Zipp. Though she couldn’t help but smile as those syllables graced her ears.

“You’re going to make me blush,” she teased.

Princess Petals nodded. “Then I’d say that I’m doing a pretty good job.” She moved over to her dresser. “Would you like me to take a photo?”

Zipp bit her lip and pondered this for a moment.

Did she?

It wasn’t like Pipp was going to plaster it all over the internet.

“S-sure,” she finally said

Princess Petals nodded and grabbed her phone, aiming it at Zipp.

Zipp awkwardly smiled, dragging her hoof across the floor in anticipation. She knew that she must’ve been blushing but she could hardly bring herself to care.

The camera moved a little, back and forth, as Princess Petals hummed to herself before finally snapping a couple of photos. The phone then went back upon the dresser as she returned her attention to her plaything.

“Lay upon the bed,” she instructed as she grabbed another bundle of rope.

Zipp turned away and immediately blushed, being well aware of the fact that her tail could not lower while also knowing exactly where her sister’s gaze lingered.

“Best view in the city,” Princess Petals teased.

Zipp snorted. “Pervert.”

She wiggled her hips before climbing upon the bed.

“Should I lay on my belly or my back?” Zipp asked.

Princess Petals chuckled. “Back, if you would. I want to look you in the eye while I torment you.”

Zipp rolled onto her back and pulled her forelegs in. She could see the naughty little look that her sister was shooting in her direction. It was tantalizing, dripping with foreboding implications.

“Forelegs above your head,” Princess Petals ordered.

Zipp obeyed and watched as her sister came over.

Even without magic Princess Petals proved to be a nimble worker, reaching for the headboards and starting to bind a length of cord around each of Zipp’s fetlocks. The ropework ensured that both legs were bound together while another knot, this one legitimate, ensured that the cord was affixed tightly to the headboards.

She then grabbed another two bundles of rope and moved towards the foot of the bed. Zipp watched as she carefully started to tie a pair of knots to the legs of the bed frame, anchoring each length of cord several feet away from the other. Even without prompt or instruction, Zipp spread her legs, knowing exactly what her sister had in mind.

“Gods, your pussy is so wet,” Princess Petals teased. “You know that right?”

“I may be able to feel that, yes,” Zipp shot back.

Though she couldn’t help but blush now that it was pointed out.

The rope went around Zipp’s two other fetlocks as Princess Petals bound them tightly in place. Soon, she was helpless, unable to move much more than a few feeble inches. Though she still put on a good show, attempting to squirm and break free.

Princess Petals seemed amused by the display.

She was positioned right between Zipp’s legs and wore the grin of a predator. With care, she placed a kiss upon Zipp’s inner thigh and then another a little higher. Her lips were warm and touch so gentle. Though as she neared her sister’s folds, she bit down upon the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

“Motherfucker!” Zipp yelped.

Princess Petals hadn’t quite bit her delicate flower but she was far too close for comfort.

Her sister chuckled. “Didn’t think I was going to be nice, did you?”

“I thought you grew out of biting,” Zipp murmured. “Didn’t mom tell you to knock it off?”

“Mom says a lot of things,” Princess Petals teased.

She then dipped forwards without warning and pressed her lips against Zipp’s folds. Her tongue drove in without delay as she tasted her sister in such an intimate manner. The tip of her tongue roved around within, exploring with a practiced ease.

Zipp gasped and threw back her head, swearing that her world was about to explode right there and then.

Yet, the pleasure ended. In a heartbeat it was gone, faded, nothing more than a memory that only seemed to add to the ache within her loins.

“Bitch,” Zipp whispered.

Princess Petals giggled. “Just hold on tight for a little while longer, sis. I’m nowhere near done with tormenting you yet.”

She drew away and returned to their toy chest, peering inside and pursing her lips as she mulled something over. Zipp’s collection was small but Princess Petals still seemed to find a couple objects to help with things, placing them just out of view.

When she’d finished gathering them, she then grabbed the first, a pair of long candles with a small plastic lighter.

“Kinky,” Zipp breathed.

Princess Petals nodded and went over to the bedside table. She placed the candles upon it before lighting each of them. They gave off a nice glow and slowly beads of wax started to melt and roll downwards, collecting in little coppery trays at the base.

While those did their work, Princess Petals went over to a minifridge inside of Zipp’s room. She opened it and pulled out a tray of ice, bringing it over and placing it alongside the candles.

“You’re making me nervous,” Zipp teased.

Princess Petals couldn’t help but smirk. “Good, because that’s what I’m trying to do.”

Finally, she grabbed a pair of clothespins from the toy chest. They were thick and plastic, looking pretty strong for what they were meant for.

Zipp swallowed a lump in her throat. “Is this payback?”

“Now, now,” Princess Petals chuckled darkly. “Do you really think I’d hold onto a grudge for this long?”

Zipp drew in a terse breath. “Fuck me.”

“And like I said, it was somepony who informed me that their goal was to make me cry this session,” Princess Petals said, allowing such dangerous notes to fill her voice. “Don’t tell me that you’re giving more than you can handle, slave.”

She clambered upon the bed and laid beside Zipp. Her snout was just above her sister’s teats, the perky little nipples such a tantalizing target.

Princess Petals pinched one of the clothespins open and used it to tease at Zipp’s hardened nipple.

The coarse plastic made Zipp shiver, sucking in a breath. She waited, ready to scream when it finally pinched down. Though the seconds dragged along, soon feeling like hours due to the grim anticipation that her sadist had borne.

Zipp gritted her teeth together, tensing as she wondered when it would finally come.

Yet, Princess Petals just remained there, looking as smug as ever. She just left the clamp in place, waiting. No, it was worse than that, she actually caressed the plastic edge against Zipp’s teat. It felt nice, tender, drawing forth a thin breath.

“Just…” Zipp began.

That was the only word she was allowed before Princess Petals finally released the clothespin, causing it to pinch down. The compression was enough to draw forth a sharp gasp and a shuddering inhale right after. It didn’t hurt but it definitely ached.

“It’s fun toying with you,” Princess Petals murmured as she picked up the other clothespin. “Because I know how tough you are, servant. I know how strong you are in your day-to-day life. Yet, when the door is closed and that collar is around your throat, you are mine to possess, mine to dominant, mine to…”

She grinned nice and wide.

“Own.”

She clamped down the second clothespin with none of the prior ceremony. It ached with equal intensity, acting as a very firm reminder of the pain that Princess Petals could so easily bring. A pain that she’d unleash with glee.

Princess Petals didn’t move away immediately. Instead, she remained there, tracing the tip of her hoof around Zipp’s teat. Occasionally she’d reached out and flick the clothespin, earning herself a hushed little breath from her lover.

“You’re adorable,” she teased.

Zipp steeled her jaw. “You better not take advantage of that.”

“Me taking advantage of your weakness?” Princess Petals asked, faking shock before allowing herself a devilish smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it in a million years, my servant.”

She dipped forwards and pressed her snout against her sister’s swollen lower lips, lapping away at them for a couple of lustful moments. Her tongue moved swiftly and with little delay, gliding through her folds with such ease.

Zipp knew that she was wet but could really feel it with the efficiency that her sister worked her over. It seemed like nothing could delay her tongue, nor resist it.

Though Princess Petals wasn’t kind enough to continue with this treatment. In fact, that little sample was more of a torment than anything else. It showed Zipp what she was missing out on, what she was being denied with this torment.

If she’d led this dance, she would’ve shoved Pipp right into her crotch. But she was bound and couldn’t sate her own carnal desires.

Princess Petals stepped off of the bed and clambered towards the dresser. She hummed as she examined the candles.

Zipp looked over and noticed that a decent amount of wax had accumulated in the little bronze trays, ready to spill forth and torment her.

“Do you remember when I used to really be into candles?” Princess Petals asked, offering a weak smile. “Swear to the gods, I was obsessed with them.”

“I just assumed that you were following the Trotgram fad of the week,” Zipp commented.

“I mean yeah…” Princess Petals snorted. “But some trends are more enjoyable than others.”

She picked up the candle and pulled her front half onto the bed.

The candle hovered there, at the slightest of angles. Zipp swore she could see the wax pooling at the edge, straining against the surface tension and ready to drip free at the slightest tremor.

Zipp sucked in a breath and braced herself. She knew that the wax would be hot against her coat, especially against some of her more sensitive areas.

“You are just so much fun to torment,” Princess Petals said, batting her lashes. “You were so tough just a few hours ago and now look at you.”

“You’re a very convincing pony, my Mistress,” Zipp replied.

Princess Petals didn’t respond. At least, not verbally. Instead, she tilted the candle and purplish wax fell through the air. It felt like it didn’t obey gravity, moving slowly.

Though that was surely just Zipp’s perception of time slowing prior to the pain.

The wax impacted upon her soft belly, splattering outwards and rapidly spreading its warmth. The heat was intense. Not agonizing but very fortified, bordering on the realm of actually burning. She gasped and shivered against her bondage. It took every ounce of willpower not to thrash at the sudden shift in temperature.

“Shit!” she gasped

“Not too much I hope?” Princess Petals asked.

Zipp shook her head, not wanting to ruin things by breaking character.

Princess Petals smiled and titled the candle once again. More of the wax spilled over the edge and splattered even lower, coating a thin stretch of Zipp’s coat that was just above her sensitive teats.

The second cascade was enough to make Zipp inhale sharply, quaking even harder against her restraints. She could feel the tension of her struggle in her joints as they started to ache against the bondage. Though there was nothing she could do to combat her instincts.

Her sister made a contented little cooing sound before placing the candle back upon the nightstand. She soon held another; this one a bright orange in colour.

“I wish they made easy-to-melt scented candles,” Princess Petals murmured. “Feels like such a shame that this doesn’t smell like oranges or passionfruit or something.”

She didn’t comment further and instead tilted the candle once again.

More wax spilled forth from the little dish and splattered upon one of Zipp’s teats. The hotness coated her nipple and it soon started to harden. The intensity of this heat, on such a sensitive bit of anatomy, was enough to rip a fresh scream from her.

It didn’t hurt too much, more shocking her than anything else. Still, she whimpered and arched her back.

Princess Petals tutted and placed the candle aside. Instead, she brought out an ice cube, holding it over Zipp. Beads of water had already formed upon it and were dripping free, dribbling across her coat. They were so cold, each ushering forth a fresh little whinny of relief.

Then her sister pressed the cube right against her other teat. The coolness of the water was a step below the frigid nature of the ice cube itself. This was cold enough to usher in another discomfort, making Zipp pathetically mew.

Princess Petals moved the cube around in little circles, not stopping no matter how much Zipp whimpered. The seconds dragged on as the cube slowly melted against the warmth of her body.

When it was finally fully consumed, Princess Petals moved off of the bed and returned to the chest full of toys.

“I think you deserve a reward, my servant,” Princess Petals chided.

Zipp smirked. “How kind of you.”

“What can I say? Princess Petals shrugged. “I wish for future historians to know me as a merciful ruler and not as some petty tyrant.”

She rifled around until she found what she was looking for, returning a moment later with a magic wand. It was a Neightachi, the best that money could buy.

“I love that we both have great tastes,” Princess Petals teased.

She flicked on the tool to one of its more modest settings, the rubber tip vibrating with quite a bit of intensity. Though she didn’t move forward with it, instead smirking as she examined it closely.

They lingered in silence for a moment until Princess Petals cocked a brow.

“Well, aren’t you going to beg for it?” she asked.

Zipp whined. “Oh, come on, Pipp!”

Princess Petals tutted, shaking her head with a practiced disappointment. “Not even using my proper title anymore. What a disrespectful thing you’ve become.”

She fiddled with the switch, causing the wand to drop to an even weaker setting.

“Princess Petals,” Zipp groaned. “Please just… don’t do this to me.”

“Do what?” Princess Petals asked.

The wand grew even fainter, the vibrations barely even present anymore.

“Please!” Zipp yelped. “Please get me off! I need you to get me off, you… you…” She huffed. “I need you, Princess Petals. I need you to show me mercy.”

Princess Petals cocked a brow but then sighed. “I suppose that will have to do.”

She clambered upon the bed and pressed the tip of the vibrator against Zipp’s folds. The intensity was enough to draw forth a contented little moan from the back of her throat, making her quiver as she sung her sister's praise.

Princess Petals showered her with affection, planting tender little kisses all along her body. Each was soft, delicate, such a strange juxtaposition to the former intensity of torment she had inflicted. It was nice being treated so kindly after that torture.

The Neightachi grew to an even higher setting still, ebbing with a far more potent level of euphoric vigour.

“F-fuck,” Zipp whispered.

“You’re adorable when you want to cum,” Princess Petals teased.

She flicked the wand to an even higher setting and pressed it against her folds. Now there was just a constant buzz of energy that besieged her sex, threatening to consume her with a fury she had not been prepared for.

Zipp’s breathing came out in harsh barks and she felt a fire smolder within her loins. It was powerful, potent, growing with every passing moment of stimulation.

“It’s such a shame that I intend to deny you,” Princess Petals whispered.

Zipp’s eyes widened. “Wait what?”

Princess Petals smirked and said nothing more. She merely allowed the wand to remain there, growing more and more potent with every passing moment.

Her sister proved adept at both her ability to punish and display cruelty, getting Zipp even closer to the edge. For the briefest of seconds, Zipp assumed she could sneak her pleasure through and climax without permission.

Though just as she was on the brink, teetering on the edge, Princess Petals drew the wand away.

Zipp whined with such intensity that even she was surprised by how pathetic she sounded.

“You bitch,” she roared.

The wand ceased its vibrations and fell to the sheets.

“Like you wouldn’t do the same to me if the tables were turned,” Princess Petals murmured.

She reached out and placed a hoof upon Zipp’s belly, gently circling it around.

The path away from the edge of euphoria was so much worse when she had to take the slow way down. Her crotch ached and lips were so sore. She had been so close. But with every passing second, that goal seemed fainter and fainter.

Until finally, she had calmed.

Only then did Princes Petals pick the wand back up. She flicked it on to a more intense setting and pressed it firmly against Zipp’s crotch.

This was even more intense than before, pushing her back towards the edge with efficiency. Zipp cried out and had no way of stopping this. She was along for the ride, feeling herself crashing through the fires within her loins.

Though she knew that mercy would not be granted to her. She would suffer and she knew that Princess Petals would take great care in ensuring that.

Her breathing intensified again, growing more and more laboured with every passing moment.

Then once more, just as she danced upon the edge, ready to plunge into her orgasm, Princess Petals removed the wand.

Zipp practically sobbed. “Please!”

Princess Petals cooed and moved upwards, kissing her sister on the cheek.

“It’s adorable that you think I’m going to let you cum tonight,” she whispered, planting another kiss upon her neck. “You have no idea how much I love to hear that desperation in your voice. Keep pleading, it only turns me on.”

She sighed fondly and kissed her sister again, suckling roughly upon her neck and surely leaving such a lovely blemish behind.

Zipp groaned and felt herself move slowly away from the edge once more.

Though just as she seemed settled, Princess Petals returned to her wand and pressed it back against her folds. The dance was the same as before as Zipp crashed through the barriers and moved rapidly towards climax. Hey voyage to bliss was even quicker this time around.

She swore that she’d make it this time. Her core was too hot, her lips too swollen. There was no way that Princess Petals could deny her.

But it was wrong to think that her sister couldn’t possess the cruelty to do this. It was an error in Zipp’s logic and she paid for it as the wand slipped away, denying her for the third time in a row.

Now she actually screamed, legitimately hollered with a desperate fury.

Though Princess Petals only seemed to smirk at this weakness as she turned the wand off and placed it on a neighbouring nightstand. She instead tapped her hoof against Zipp’s soft belly, drawing out her desperate energy.

“You will not be cumming tonight, my servant,” Princess Petals dictated, sounding very serious. “So, it’s best that you abandon any thoughts of actually getting off.”

“I hate you,” Zipp whined.

Princess Petals snorted. “My, my, such strong words when you don’t get what you want. And to think my sister calls me an entitled brat.” She tutted and booped Zipp on the snout. “If you aren’t careful, I might grow bored of using such an unruly toy. Maybe I’d toss you into the barracks and allow them to have their fun with you instead.”

Zipp groaned and tried to move but the rope remained unresponsive to her feeble attempts. She was desperate for relief but there was no hope of freedom.

Princess Petals pulled herself up and straddled Zipp’s torso. She winked down at her before reaching out and stroking her cheek.

“But I, on the other hoof, fully expect to get off tonight,” she said.

With that she lifted her hips and positioned herself over Zipp’s snout. Her swollen pussy brushed against Zipp’s taste buds and nose, polluting her senses.

Zipp wanted to deny her as well, wanted to resist. Though some little voice in the back of her mind told her to obey. Who knew, maybe Princess Petals would be merciful if she were allowed to climax.

She drove her tongue into Princess Petals and rolled it around in tight little circles. Around and around, it went as she ventured through her sister’s folds. She knew them well, knew them with a practiced ease. Faster and faster she went, not slowing in the slightest.

Princess Petals seemed to enjoy this treatment as a hearty moan filled the air. Her passionate notes sounded so enticing as she sung her servant such unrestrained praise.

She reached down and placed a hoof within Zipp’s mane, clenching a hoofful and pulling her even tighter against her snatch.

“Fuck…” Princess Petals breathed. “Fucking… fuck!”

Zipp listened attentively, soon learning her sister’s acoustics by heart, zoning in upon what things made her sing with the most vigour.

She would’ve reached up and caressed her but for obvious reasons that was impossible. Instead, she closed her eyes and just powered through with her tongue. She channeled every ounce of determination and lust that she had into her carnal performance.

Soon, Princess Petals’s voice rose to such a frantic din, as she cried out with all her might.

It wouldn’t be much longer now.

It couldn’t be much longer now.

Zipp’s tongue started to ache and her senses became utterly dominated by Princess Petals’ lustful shroud. She even struggled to breathe through the sheer scent of passion and vaginal fluids.

“I love you,” Princess Petals moaned before gasping with such vigour. “I fucking love you, Zipp.”

She pressed firmly against Zipp’s maw and cried out like she’d never cried out before.

Soon, a wash of juices came flooding forth, and filled Zipp’s maw with this impassioned treat. She drank from them with no delay, guzzling as much as she could before the rest overwhelmed her and coated her complexion.

Princess Petals’ orgasm nearly drowned her but after a few moments it began to taper off, slowing to a manageable flow.

“Oh Zipp,” Princess Petals whispered. “You are…”

She didn’t finish that sentence and instead shuffled over, giving her sister a little bit of room.

Zipp drew in her first clean breath in a while, feeling a little dopey in her current state. She couldn’t help but smirk as she saw the utter euphoria on her sister’s face. Her mane was frazzled and her complexion matted with sweat.

It was a good look and told Zipp that she’d done her job well.

Princess Petals flopped down beside her and promptly reached for the first of the ropes, going for the one that affixed her forelegs to the headboard.

“That was fun,” she said.

Zipp nodded and felt her limbs come free, allowing her to pull her forelegs into a slightly more comfortable position.

“Are you Pipp again?” Zipp asked.

Pipp nodded.

“Are you miffed that I didn’t give you an orgasm?” she then asked.

“Extremely,” Zipp replied as she playfully glared at her sister. “And I fully intend to make you pay for that next time.”

Pipp smirked and rolled her eyes. Though instead of responding, she continued to work on dismantling her ropework, not stopping until all of Zipp’s limbs were free.

Yet, the rope that clung to her torso remained. Which wasn’t the biggest deal as it actually wasn’t all that tight. It mostly just looked pretty and made her feel pretty as well.

A win-win in her books.

“Come here,” Zipp said.

She rolled over and made room for Pipp to slide in and be her small spoon. A silent request which Pipp was more than happy to oblige as she crawled upon the bed and into her sister’s awaiting hooves.

Zipp nibbled playfully at Pipp’s ear, purring softly as she did so.

“When did you learn to dom like that?” she asked.

Pipp smirked. “When you started getting so good at it.” She snorted. “Can’t let my sister be better than me at something like that, now can I?”

There was a buzz from the nightstand as Zipp’s phone beeped with a notification.

Pipp bit her lip and looked at Zipp with an expression that said a thousand words. Though those words were just: ‘can I please look at my phone’ over and over again.

Zipp honestly thought about denying her, seeing how much she liked it. But instead, she sighed and grabbed the phone for her.

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” Pipp said as she flicked on her device. “I uh… hope you did too, all things considered.”

Zipp snorted. “I’d say that it was some of the best sex I’ve had in a good long while.” She playfully nipped at her sister. “Even if I didn’t get to cum.”

She kissed the back of Pipp’s mane and peered over her shoulder at her Trotter feed. It would seem like somepony or another was being cancelled for drawing incest porn.

Weird.

“Food service should be here in a couple of minutes,” Zipp whispered.

Pipp smirked. “Wanna fuck with them by answering the door in shibari?”

Zipp snorted. “You know what? I’d actually be game for that.”

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