The Continued Adventures of Princess Molestia

There are very many perks to being a Princess, but even more perks to living in the same castle as Luna. Perhaps my favorite is that I get to take care of the laundry. For many ponies this would be the last thing they look forward to. For me it’s the highlight of my week!

Why, you ask? Silly, haven’t you guessed yet? It means I get exclusive access to Luna’s dirty laundry hamper!

It’s a treasure trove of tantalizing scents. My dear sister may be a bit more of a prude than me but she’s still a victim of natural urges from time to time, and those delicious natural urges get imbued into her panties.

I approach the basket with a mischievous skip in my step. A nose ready to sample some Luna smells. Hooves itching to root through her soggy dirty laundry.

“Ooh, what do we have here?”

The first thing I pull out is a pair of striped dark blue socks. Luna’s favorite.
“You naughty little vixen! I thought you said these were too improper for you!”

I press them to my nose and snort. Smells like stinky hooves left to stew during a long gaming session! Luna can pretend all she wants that she’s above me, but I know she likes the feel of her hooves slipping into a nice pair of socks just as much as I do!

Next in the treasure trove I find a towel. Still damp. From this morning’s shower, no doubt!

Sinking back against the wall I smother myself in that towel and fill my lungs. Ooh goodness gracious how it smells so deeply of Luna! It’s just too much, and before I know it there’s a hoof digging into my crotch. Has a mind of its own, that thing!

The wonderful chorus of wet slicks and deep huffy breaths fill the air, such a sweet symphony. The towel is packed full of my sister’s aroma no matter where I dig my nose. That dusky perfume she wears. The sweat wicked off her body after a long day. It’s her pure essence suffused into a towel!

I’m already getting close. I stuff the towel between my legs and bite my lip at the coarse texture scratching my slit.

In a blind, horny frenzy I reach into the basket and whip out the first pair of panties my hoof finds. I slam those used undergarments on my face, close my eyes, and inhale like I’m snorting a line of something illegal.

These have an even tangier smell. Fresh, too! Turning them inside out the tip of my snoot finds a soggy patch and I lick at it, tongue ablaze with the smooth taste of sister juices. That horny little thing, I’ll bet she got all hot and bothered in these and rubbed herself to orgasm right there on the bed!

It’s so familiar, yet exotic. There’s something odd about it I can’t quite put a hoof on, but I can’t even think about that right now. I’m going to cum. Hard!

Legs trembling and closed eyes flickering, I twist that towel right into my snatch and betrove it with a gush of heavy passion.

“Agh-Ahhhhh~”

It feels like I’m floating on a cloud as I pull the towel back out, strung to my clit with several thick strands of Princess jizz. Never mind. It’s a nice little treat for the next time Luna takes a shower.

I open my eyes, and that’s when I notice something. The panties wrapped around my muzzle aren’t blue. They’re white.
I peel them off and inspect. There’s my cutie mark on the seat.

All I can do is laugh. It’s not the first time my own essence has brought me to climax. It certainly won’t be the last…