As in self-cest involving a selfie
Pipp Petals laid on her bed with her back propped up on the pillows, scrolling through selfies. "Nope… no… definitely no…" she murmured as she swiped past each one she came across. Finally, she reached the last picture: a selfie she'd taken with her dinner half an hour ago. Pipp gave an exasperated sigh, crossing her forelegs over her chest and blowing a strand of mane away from her eyes.
Mustering the effort for another picture, Pipp sat up and opened her phone camera, orienting it toward her face and adopting a sultry expression. After adjusting the angle of the phone a bit and refining her expression, she snapped the picture. Opening the editor, she put the photo through a few filters before finally deciding to leave it unchanged. A pony looked most beautiful when she looked herself, after all.
With that done, Pipp let herself fall back on the cushions and spread her hind legs. Taking the phone in her left hoof, she moved her right foreleg down her body toward her crotch. Her breath hitched when her hoof grazed her pussy lips at the same time as she made eye contact with the selfie.
The lidded eyes Pipp was giving herself had her instantly wet, and she eagerly began to spread the moisture around, letting the edge of her hoof trace around her pussy and collect the juices. She brought her hoof back up and sniffed at it, her eyes fluttering at the scent—the stress of the prior day had her particularly on edge.
Pipp focused on the way her mane framed her features as she began to rub around the top of her pussy, moaning at the way her mane, untamed by her crown, partially covered one of her eyes. Her eyes played over the picture again, taking in the curves of her cheeks and the angles of her ears. She brought the phone down toward her face and kissed the screen. The image was unresponsive, but Pipp didn't care.
The phone slipped out of Pipp's grasp and fell on her chest. When she picked it up, the picture had flipped back to the selfie she'd taken with her dinner. She was about to swipe back to the one she'd been looking at before when she caught a glimpse of her sister rolling her eyes in the background.
Her mind latched onto the image of Zipp. Her sister had always been beautiful. The colors of her mane clashed in most lights, and it took very little for her coat to look dirty and unkempt, and yet she managed to pull it all together without even trying. It would have made Pipp jealous at any other time, but for now, she was distracted.
Pipp allowed her imagination to play around with Zipp's image, taking in her details and making her real in her mind. She imagined Zipp's warmth against her, the embrace of an eternal friend, a mare who would always have her back in spite of their differences. She imagined moving in to plant a kiss on her cheek, hoping it would go further. She imagined Zipp turning her head at the last minute, so their lips connected instead.
Her hind leg twitched as she imagined Zipp moving down her body, rubbing her hooves over Pipp's coat and planting kisses in a line. A moan escaped her mouth as she moved her hoof back to her marehood, tracing the edge of her hoof around her pussy once more and imagining it was Zipp teasing her with her tongue. Her heart beat faster as she pictured her sister looking up at her from her crotch with her sparkling blue eyes.
Pipp moved her hoof up to her clitoris, prodding at it and imagining it was Zipp kissing her bud. She closed her eyes and allowed her hips to buck into her touch, pushing her clit into the frog of her hoof.
She opened her eyes again and pulled her hoof away from her pussy to find a larger picture of Zipp on her phone. The juices on her hoof stained the screen as she scrolled through her pictures until she found a picture of the two of them standing together on a balcony overlooking Zephyr Heights, laughing. A further warmth rose in Pipp's chest as she took in how happy they were together. She swiped to the next picture, which showed them bent over the railing of the balcony, looking down at the city, placing their rumps on clear display. She could even just barely make out Zipp's marehood behind her tail. Her leg twitched again as she imagined its warmth and wetness washing over her nose as she probed it with her tongue. Pipp wiped the screen off on her chest fur and moved her hoof back to her marehood, rapidly massaging her clit as she drank the features of the two most beautiful mares she knew: her sister and, of course, herself.
Pipp cried out in bliss, marecum spurting out of her onto her hoof, her tail and the bedspread. Her hips jerked and rolled as she kept rubbing herself, her hoof a blur over her folds as she pictured herself kissing Zipp once again and felt their tongues wrestling in the heat of passion.
Her orgasm died away, leaving a panting, perspiring pony princess who'd just gotten off to an incestuous fantasy of her own sister licking her pussy. Her hoof was positively dripping with her juices as she pulled it away and brought it to her mouth. Her tongue darted out to taste herself and tried to imagine what Zipp would say about how she tasted.
As her mind resurfaced, Pipp thought back to when she and her sister were fillies, and how Zipp had enjoyed "experimenting" on her when their bodies had started developing. Sometimes, she wondered why they'd stopped. Was Zipp still interested in her like that?
There was only one way to find out, and she hoped to do so tonight.
Author's Note
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