Pretty Princess Fillies Shouldn’t Commit Incest

by Scout Feather

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Porn, Pipp Petals, My Little Pony: A New Generation, Zipp Storm
Length: 8810

Zipp and Pipp find themselves bored during the event of yet another one of Queen Haven's notorious parties. What will they do with themselves? Now a reader-voted CYOA!

Zipp and Pipp couldn't be more different, but during yet another one of Queen Haven's notoriously stuffy and high-class parties, two young fillies on the brink of adolescence find ways to occupy themselves through...shared interests.

Contains foalcon. Because this is sure as fuck isn't where you to go sign up for your optometrist appointment, is it? What are you even doing here for that? You lost? Get out of here. Get out. We're playing Minecraft. I've always hated you, you and my step-mom. You're a loser. I wish Mom wasn't dead. Go get a real job. Seriously, are you crying now? God, you're always the same. Fucking pathetic.

This story is now a reader-voted CYOA! Participate in the strawpoll link in the Author's Note section at the bottom of the latest chapter.

Published 2023-01-11 02:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2023-01-26 03:16:51 UTC

Chapter 1

“More hors d'oeuvre, young miss?” A polite, yet unfriendly and stiff butler pony lowered a serving platter of various snacks and treats. A young filly, not even yet a teen, turned her nose up at it and shook her head.

“No. I’m fine.” She retorted with a scoff, smoothing out her pretty dress with her hooves across her lap.

“Ah, but growing Princesses…”

“I said I’m fine.” Pipp glared until the servant bowed and stepped away. Though she was young she had already mastered a commanding expression when she wanted to.

“You should be nicer to them. They’re just doing their best, y’know.” Came the voice next to her. Zipp’s dress was ruffled and dishevelled. Her mane was equally so. Yet she didn’t seem to care. She almost revelled in that chaos.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Pipp looked down at her hooves apologetically. “I can’t help it sometimes.”

“Well, just try to remember.” Zipp saw her sister frown. Instead of pressing the issue further, she changed the subject. “Your dress looks pretty. Didja get it from that new designer?”

“M-hm!’ This had had the desired effect, and the little filly brightened up immediately. “Isn’t it beautiful! It’s got these bows here, see? And these frills are so cute! I really love the sash, and the—“ She continued chattering on and Zipp lost focus, pretending to listen and nodding along.

The party around them was lively. All of Queen Haven’s parties were. It was like the whole of Zephyr Heights high society made their way to each and every event. Zipp had pondered once what they must do for a living, to be able to attend such lavish events so often at the drop of a hat. Pipp was too young to worry about such things.

Her wings were uncomfortable under the dress, and the collar was beginning to feel hot. She hated clothes, but formal dresses were the worst kind. She saw Pipp out of the corner of her eye, sitting prim and proper. Hooves in her lap, quietly looking out at the crowd of ponies. Zipp could tell she was bored, but Pipp had always been better at hiding it.

“Hey, wanna get outta here?” Zipp whispered.

“And go where? Momma said to stay in tonight, and it’s too early to go to bed. Besides, I like watching the dancing.”

“I know, Pipp, we’ll come back in time for the dance. I just want to get…out.”

Pipp blinked a couple of times. She didn’t seem to understand. “But, Mom said…”

“I’ll do that thing you like. With my tongue.” Zipp hissed, right into her ear.

This was all the convincing Pipp needed. She jolted up and hopped out of her seat, practically halfway to the door by the time Zipp had caught up. Pipp’s dress somehow allowed for more range of motion, a foresight the filly likely had planned for. Zipp wished she’d thought of that.

They rushed outside of the main hall at a full trot. Pipp looked this way and that at several doors and closets. She hummed to herself and whispered under her breath. “No, not that one.” “Too dirty. Yuck!”

“C’mon, Pipp. We don’t have all night. Just find a closet, or we could go back to our—“

“This one!” Pipp nearly shouted. She screeched to a halt and pointed. With a glance up and down the hall to make sure the coast was clear, Zipp swung open the door and pushed her sister in.

Once inside with the door shut save for a crack, the two found themselves pressed up together, on their hind hooves, stuffed between a row of boxes and the wall.

“Uff. You’re stepping on my hoof. Why’d you pick this one? It’s cramped!” Zipp protested.

“It’s a pantry. There are cookies in here. And I know you like to be up close.” Pipp giggled. Zipp rolled her eyes, but she knew her sister was right. And she wasn’t about to let her get away with that little indiscretion.

At once Zipp took charge, pinning her filly sister against the wall of the closet. Her muzzle found its way to her face and she began peppering her with kisses. Their muzzles connected. Tongues slipped forward and intermingled around each other.

“Mmmh. Ziiiipppy.” Pipp moaned. She wrapped her hooves around Zipp’s back. The kisses moved to her neck, where Zipp had started nibbling at the exposed fur and skin, leaving little hickies there.

“Ziiiiip! M-mom’ll…”

“She’ll what? Find out? Not if you don’t tell her.” Zipp pulled back from the kiss. Her forehoof found its way between Pipp’s hind legs. She sifted through layers of dress and fabric, brushing it aside.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, sis?” Zipp teased. She found her target. Her hoof brushed along Pipp’s now-exposed and already-wet slit. Pipp shivered.

“Y-yes,” Pipp whispered. She shivered and moaned.

Zipp lowered herself down. Down to the cold stone floor where she plopped down on her haunches. Pipp was holding up the front of her dress now, tucked under her forelegs.

Zipp kissed her sister’s slit, right on the wet and puffy outer labia. Her tongue rolled out of her maw and she dragged it along the small canyon between Pipp’s lower lips, earning another shudder from above. She pressed her muzzle right up against Pipp’s most private areas, and her tongue slithered forth.

She slipped her tongue inside Pipp without too much resistance. They’d done this a hundred times before by now and the smaller filly must have known to expect it. Pipp widened her stance and closed her eyes as her vision started to turn into stars. This was her favourite part, where she could just relax and fall into bliss.

The air was filled with few sounds aside from slow, methodical wet slurps and the occasional ragged breath or shaky moan. Zipp’s tongue worked its way deep inside and slithered back out, wiggling all around so as to hit as many pressure points as possible.

Pipp was readily leaking fluids now from her state of arousal and excitement, and Zipp hungrily lapped them up. The sounds grew louder, and a thick, musky scent of sex was beginning to cloud their minds.

Pipp placed a hoof on top of her sister’s head as if to keep her there, but didn’t put any pressure behind it. She started to move her hips, gyrating in small circles, timing it with Zipp’s tongue. Her breath was no longer quiet. Instead, she panted rapidly and took in gasps of air. Her heart rate had quickened.

“Z-ziiiiip. Ziiiiiiiiip, I’m gonna. Nnnng…”

Pipp couldn’t hold back. She arched her back, pressed herself against the stone wall, and thrust her hips forward, pushing her fillyhood deliberately into Zipp’s waiting maw. Zipp, for her part, hungrily lapped up every bit of the copious juices that were now flowing, her tongue working overtime.

When Pipp’s orgasm had passed and she was sufficiently cleaned up, Zipp pulled back. She wiped her muzzle dry and licked her lips. Pipp dropped her dress back down and began smoothing out the ruffles and wrinkles that had now formed.

“I’m hungry,” Pipp said suddenly.

“Alright. Let’s go get you a snack.” Zipp ruffled her mane and lead her back to the main hall to rejoin the party. She didn’t let Pipp see her roll her eyes.

Fillies. They were all the same.

Chapter 3

Zipp goes to see what the pegasus guard is doing.

Zipp trotted over to where the small-statured guard was standing on her own, away from the crowd. She left Pipp near the punch table, chatting away with another filly that had probably come along with her parents. She was certain that Pipp would be fine on her own.

The guard adjusted her helmed and scratched at the bridge of her muzzle, letting out a heavy sigh. Spotting Zipp approaching, she rustled her wings and stood up straight.

“Miss Princess. Your Highness.” The guard muttered.

“Just Zipp is fine,” she smirked, taking a moment to try and spot what the guard might have been looking at. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Official guard business.” Was the formal, practised response.

“So? You can tell me. You work for my Mom, right?”

The guard sighed. This clearly struck a nerve and she grumbled below her breath.

“Fine. I’m looking for somepony,” the guard answered. She didn’t look at Zipp, instead scanning the crowd like a lone vigil.

“Who? Somepony bad?” Zipp felt a kind of rush, the thrill of a mystery, coursing through her; this was exciting.

“Very bad. We have reason to believe he’s the proprietor of the underground se–” the guard paused, looked at Zipp, then corrected herself, “hugging club.”

“Hugging club?” Zipp cocked her head to one side. She wasn’t buying it.

The guard sighed deeply. She removed her helmet, set it on the ground, and resumed rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Look, if I tell you…”

“I’m not going to tell anypony you told me, don’t worry.” Zipp puffed up her chest, trying to look older and more mature. She desperately wanted to be trusted with whatever it was.

“Fine. I’m looking for who we suspect is running the underground sex club that’s popped up in recent months in the old warehouse district. We think he’s recruiting mares off the streets and dealing in laced oats.”

“Sex club?” Zipp said aloud, bewildered. She’d only recently started to get ‘the talk’, and her tutors had been teaching her pony anatomy. Still, this was something she hadn’t expected.

“Shh! Not so loud!” The guard cursed and looked around quickly, making sure nopony had heard her. “You promised, remember?”

“Right,” Zipp nodded. “So where is he?”

The guard let out another long sigh, “Not here, I think. Somepony must have tipped him off. I knew this was a waste of time. You hear anything, you let me know, okay?”

Feeling proud she was trusted with a secret and a top-secret mission, Zipp nodded. “I will.”

Should Zipp:

Try to find the club

Flirt with the guard

Look for the pony the guard is looking for. They might be in the crowd. (Potentially dangerous!)

Tell Queen Haven about what the guard is doing

Go back to Pipp

Author's Note

This is an ongoing CYOA based on reader polls! Vote for what happens in the next chapter [Voting for this chapter has ended.]

Chapter 4

Results

Flirt with the guard 31.25% (5 votes)

Look for the pony the guard is looking for. 31.25% (5 votes)

Try to find the club 18.75% (3 votes)

Convince Pipp to help her find the pony the guard is looking for 12.5% - (2 votes) (Reader Entry!)

Go back to Pipp - 6.25% (1 votes)

Tell Queen Haven about what the guard is doing - 0% (0 votes)

Zipp attempts to flirt with the guard, AND looks for the pony the guard is looking for.

Zipp takes a moment to look the guard up and down. She is a well-toned mare, small in stature with broad, well-groomed wings. She stood up straight and tall and had a refined and stoic gaze. Her guard armour did her favours in slimming down her hips even more, accentuating her feminine curves.

“So got nothing to do, then?” Zipp asked. She tried to make herself look alluring and stood in a similar fashion.

“Well, I should really report back to my CO, but I suppose the investigation is at a standstill for now.” The guard answered matter-of-factly, paying little attention to Zipp.

“Maybe you could help me with something? Upstairs, in my room.” Zipp turned away, flicking her tail up and away, to give the guardsmare a perfect view of her rear and the tight fillylips nestled between her thighs.

The guard only briefly glanced at Zipp, ready to dismiss whatever shenanigans the young princess was trying to get her into, but what she saw instead gave her pause. Her whole face lit up a deep reddish hue, all the way to the tips of her ears. Her eyes went wide and the fur on the back of her neck bristled up.

“I-I…what?” The mare asked in disbelief. She suddenly looked very uncomfortable, and began shifting from hoof to hoof.

“You know what I mean. I’ve got some home work that I need help with. On pony anatomy.” Zipp waggled her eyebrows. She arched her back a little, stuck out her rump and shook it briefly. From the corner of her eye, she made sure no one was watching. She couldn’t see anypony doing that, but she felt eyes on her.

“W-whoa. You’re trying to…no way, this is a trap. Nope. Nopenopenopenope.” The guard shook her head rapidly. She grabbed her helmet, stuffed it back onto her head, and in the blink of an eye turned tail for the door. She was gone in seconds, rushing down the hall for some unknown emergency before Zipp even had the time to realize.

Well that was a bust.

Feeling a little defeated with her frustration mounting, Zipp turned her attention back to the crowd. Maybe she could focus her attention on the mystery, instead. Zipp did love a good case, and with the guard gone this was a perfect opportunity to investigate unabated. Plus, it would keep her within the ballroom, so her mother wouldn’t complain.

There were a lot of ponies, and the lights were dimmed enough that Zipp found it difficult to make out faces until she was close. Not to mention the challenges her limited, filly-sized height afforded her. She didn’t even know what this pony was supposed to look or sound like. She began having second thoughts about her usefulness in this particular situation.

She pushed through throngs of ponies. There was no question that this was on the more crowded end of Queen Haven’s usual events. Perhaps there was a reason for that, a specific occasion Zipp wasn’t aware of. She tried to think back to everything her mother had said in the preceding days, but nothing struck her as out of the ordinary or hinting at a holiday Zipp might have misremembered.

Her thoughts were cut short when, as she brushed past a burly stallion, she felt a hoof fall onto her rump. Her path was blocked by ponies in front of her paying little attention to their surroundings, and she felt stuck in place. The hoof wandered down, under her dress, flicking fabric aside. It grabbed her tail, tucked it sharply. She stepped back, led by the tail, and the hoof found her bare rump. It groped and squeezed deliberately. Then, almost as soon as it had been there, it disappeared.

Zipp whirled around, ready to face her molester with fury, but she had neither eyes nor ears of where those hooves had gone. A faint, musky smell of alcohol lingered near her. She looked up at the source to find the burly stallion gazing down at her with a sickening grin. He bent down to lean close, whispering in her ear. Except, thanks to the music and crowd it was more like yelling.

“You’ve got quite the rump on yeh.” His breath was repugnant and horrible. Zipp wanted to gag. “Bet you’ve had yer way around a few colts, eh? How’s about you and I find ourselves a nice quiet spot outside and ‘get to know each other’. Who knows, maybe I’ll have a job offer for yeh?”

Zipp recoiled in shock. The stallion laughed sharply and put a hoof on her back. He was strong, strong enough to pin her to the floor if he wanted to

“Saw you talkin’ to that guard over there,” he continued, “Suppose she was looking for me, eh? But you made quick work of her. I can tell you know how to get what you want, and what older ponies want from you, don’t ya? So how’s about it?”

Zipp barely understood why, but she suddenly felt vulnerable and shy. This stallion knew how to take what he wanted, and judging by his intense, predatory gaze, he had already decided that he wanted her. She could lead him outside and hopefully run into a guard so he would get caught, but that could be dangerous. She could lead him to Pipp, who was notorious for her long tangents and would easily keep him busy until Zipp found a guard.

But then, there was the itch in her backside; a part of her wanted to lead him to her chambers and let him have his way with her. Maybe he could tell her more about the club. Did she really want that? She felt a small chill run up her spine.

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Chapter 5

Results

Inquire more about the Sex Club and gain entry (Go to the club) 37.5% (6 votes)

Use Pipp to distract the stranger until she can find a guard. (Lead him to Pipp) (Potentially Dangerous) 25% (4 votes)

Let him have his way with her for whatever price he offers (Lead him Upstairs) 25% (4 votes)

Lead the stranger outside and hope a guard will come along to arrest him. (Go outside) (Potentially Dangerous) 6.25% (1 votes)

Leave him be and walk away. (Go back to Pipp) 6.25% (1 vote)

Inquire more about the Sex Club and gain entry (Go to the club)

Zipp pushed aside her inhibitions and whatever doubts she had, and stared squarely up at the stallion, her gaze narrowed.

“I could have you thrown in the dungeons for grabbing me like that. You’re lucky it wasn’t my sister, or I’d buck you square in the jaw!” Zipp hissed. The fury in her eyes died down quickly. She rubbed her sore tail absentmindedly while she thought about his proposal, not without a tinge of disgust.

“I’d think if yeh wanted me gone I’d’ve been gone already. Unless…what’s that? There are no guards around?” His grin was sickening, but Zipp knew he wouldn’t dare do anything; not while there were so many ponies around.

“So, uh. The club.” Zipp cocked her head. “Where is it? If somepony…wanted to go, that is?”

This had a surprising reaction on the stallion. He stiffened up and studied her for a moment. He was gauging her intentions. Trying to decide if she was going to turn him in, maybe. Then he grinned again, his mind settled.

“Oh ho ho! Curious little thing, aren’tcha? It’s in the basement of the old yarn factory. Yeh gotta knock three times, and say ‘Pineapple’ in order to get in.”

“Pineapple?” Zipp was confused.

“Look, nopony said it had to be difficult to remember. It changes daily. So for tonight, it’s Pineapple. An’ look--” He leaned in extra close, the alcohol on his breath causing Zipp’s eyes to water. “You go there tonight, an’ yer gonna get fucked. By stallions. Mares, too. Just so there ain’t no wrong expectations.”

Zipp shivered, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Something about the way he spoke, the words he used, caused her tail to arch slightly. She desperately tried to clamp it back down, but not before he noticed. He let out a perverse chuckle under his breath.

“I only wish I could be there. S’pose there’s always another night, iffin’ you come back.” He smacked her on the rump, and Zipp jolted upright, starting to trot away as if urged in that direction.

“Oh, and Princess!” He called after her. Ponies around them could hear, but none paid them any mind.

“Bring yer sister.” He said. Zipp turned beet red. The stallion let out a hearty, guttural laugh.

It was windy that night, and neither Pipp nor Zipp were dressed appropriately for the weather. Both were still wearing their dresses without a coat, despite the breezy autumn season. Pipp shivered, huddling close to Zipp as they trotted through the Warehouse district. The old, barely-legible sign for the yarn factory was just above them.

“Why did you drag me along for this, again?” Pipp complained. She pressed into Zipp’s side, shivering and rustling her wings in an attempt to warm herself.

“Look, I already told you. Ponies come here to be naughty and have sex. I thought you wanted to try more stuff like that.” Zipp kept her wing tucked around her sister.

“Well, yeah, but not with other ponies watching.”

“But what about the time with–”

Pipp was quick to cut her sister off. “That time with the Chef’s son doesn’t count.”

Zipp rolled her eyes but was unable to hold back a smirk. She jostled Pipp playfully as they walked around the side of the run-down warehouse. There, at the end of the alley, was a door painted a bold red. It stuck out like a sore thumb amidst all the ruined and dilapidated architecture around it.

Zipp took a deep breath and put on her brave face as they stood in front of it. Music vaguely thumped grim within.She gave Pipp one quick check. Her sister didn’t look like she wanted to leave, or was protesting any further. This must be one of those times when ponies say the opposite of what they really wanted, Zipp decided. Pipp was especially good at that.

Zipp reached up and knocked three times on the door. An eyehole halfway up the door slid open and a pair of green eyes looked around. The opening was higher than Zipp or Pipp and thus the eyes didn’t see them. Zipp coughed to get its attention, and the green eyes peered down at her curiously.

“Uh, pineapple?” Zipp smiled wearily.

“You two girls sure about this?” The voice asked, raising an eyebrow.

Zipp nodded. “We know what we’re in for. We’re ready.”

“Alright. But don’t come whining to me when you get more than you bargained for.” The door opened abruptly and they were ushered in by a short brown stallion. He waved them in and quickly shut the door.

“Hey, ain’t you two the–” he started to say, then quickly recovered, “forget it, ain’t my business. It’s downstairs.” He pointed vaguely to a staircase in front of them.

As Zipp and Pipp descended, neither said a word to the other. The low thrum of music was growing louder and louder. What was probably only a short staircase felt like an eternity.

They passed another door, and all at once were overwhelmed with new sights and music that was loud, overbearing, ear-splitting and hard to make out. It was everywhere, throbbing with so much bass Zipp was sure it would replace the rhythm of her heartbeat.

They found themselves standing in a bar, maybe a dance club of sorts. In front of them, a pony served colourful drinks behind a long, shiny metal counter. Mares and stallions of all sorts chatted amongst themselves on stools or in booths. To the left, past the bar, was a large dancing area filled with even more ponies. As they looked around, some of the ponies were doing inappropriate or even downright lewd things. To the right of the bar was a long hallway with many doors that had a constant flow of ponies to and from, looking either exhausted or bursting with energy depending on which direction they went.

Zipp turned to her sister, leaning as close to her ear as she could, and practically had to yell. “This is a lot. You sure you’re up for this?”

“Are you kidding?” Pipp looked ready to burst, she was so excited. “This is a PARTY! Oh my gosh! I’m gonna go dancing!”

“Pipp, wait!” Zipp grabbed her by the tail and tugged her back. “Maybe you should stick by me?”

“Why? To watch you have all the fun?” Pipp started to whine again. Zipp knew she was right, and that there was no way she could watch Pipp all night. After all, they both knew what they’d come for. Zipp had brought her, too. Coaxed Pipp into it.

A large mare was ogling them from the bar, gazing intently. She was probably the strongest-looking mare that Zipp had ever seen. She took a swig of a dark-looking drink and started to climb off her stool.

On the dance floor, one or two of the colts that Zipp recognized from her mother’s gala earlier were having a good time. As her gaze wandered around, an old stallion with a fine-looking coat was sitting in a booth by himself. She recognized him from her mother’s court. He winked and beckoned her over.

“Hey, darling.” The large mare had wandered over and was addressing Zipp. “Mind if I steal your sister for a few? I won’t be long. She looks like she could use a little relaxin’.” Pipp stood next to her, wide-eyed and eager. Everything about her expression said ‘please let me go!’.

What should Zipp do?

Go with Pipp and participate

Let Pipp go with the mare, and chat up the rich stallion

Let Pipp go, and chat up the two teenage colts dancing

Turn the mare down, and offer Pipp to the rich stallion for a hefty sum

Let Pipp go with the mare, and grab a drink at the bar

Author's Note

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Chapter 6

Results

Go with Pipp and participate 55.56% (10 votes)

Let Pipp go, and chat up the two teenage colts dancing 27.78% (5 votes)

Let Pipp go with the mare, and chat up the rich stallion 11.11% (2 votes)

Turn the mare down, and offer Pipp to the rich stallion for a hefty sum 5.56% (1 votes)

Let Pipp go with the mare, and grab a drink at the bar 0% (0 votes)

Zipp goes with Pipp and participates

“C’mon, Zipp. You never let me have any fun. It’s always you with the crazy idea!” Pipp pleaded. She used her best puppy-dog eyes that she, like many little fillies, had perfected and knew to be extremely effective.

The mare next to Pipp looked amused. She stroked a hoof down Pipp’s back, coaxing the overeager and energetic filly to calm. She inched closer to Pipp.

“Wanna know what I’m gonna do to you, hon’?” The mare spoke loud enough that both of them heard, but was only addressing Pipp. She put her muzzle to Pipp’s ear and whispered. In response, Pipp turned bright red.

“So whataya say, big Sis?” The mare asked again, looking back at Zipp. Pipp had turned uncharacteristically quiet but was squirming in place.

“Actually, maybe I could come, too?” Zipp grinned. She could already tell she had a thing or two to learn from her. Pipp continued nodding enthusiastically.

“Yes! Yes, please! Can she? Can she?” Pipp hopped up and down exuberantly.

Giggling, the mare gestured toward the long hallway and lead them toward it. Zipp could feel the rich stallion sitting in the booth boring eyes into her, probably imagining what he’d missed. She was sure that that wouldn’t be the last she would hear from him, especially considering his regularity in the Royal Court.

As they walked down the hallway Zipp could hear sounds coming from behind doors. Moaning, squeaking of bedsprings, the wet slap of body parts colliding into each other again and again; all sounds of sex Zipp had long associated with the activities she and her sister got up to when the guards or their mother weren’t paying attention.

The air was thick with a musky scent, like a hundred spent and sopping Pipp’s, only less sweet and more earthy. Zipp felt the itch return to her loins along with a familiar, pleasant heat.

The mare continued until she found a door that was both ajar and not already containing ponies. Zipp and Pipp had already seen in a short time more acts of lust in the last thirty seconds than their entire lives combined. Like the other rooms that they had caught glimpses of, this one was barely big enough to fit a single large bed, an armchair, and a dispenser of sorts on the wall that Zipp couldn’t quite figure out. Pipp climbed on the bed without hesitation.

“So, what’s your name?” Zipp turned her attention to the mare who had already shut the door and was climbing over Pipp, pressing her onto her back. The mare’s eyes sparkled with desire.

“Shh. No need for names in this place. I already know who you are.” The mare retorted. She turned to face Zipp only for a moment and winked. “Wanna watch your sister squeal?”

Zipp could only nod breathlessly. She adjusted herself against the wall to lean against it while she watched.

The mare pinned Pipp down and pressed their muzzles together. Pipp’s eyes fluttered closed and they were locked in a noisy, passionate kiss. Tongues mingled and swapped between them. Zipp knew already that the mare’s tongue was long and dexterous. The mare easily took the lead and Pipp was quick to submit.

The older mare’s hooves started to wander all over Pipp's small body, grazing along her wings, and tracing along her pretty dress. She began pulling it off of her. At first, Pipp whined and complained, but the mare quickly shushed her.

“Don’t wanna get this all sticky, do we?” The mare coaxed it off of her and set it to the side. “Remember what I said?”

Pipp blushed more than Zipp had ever seen her blush before. She perked her ears.

“Say it, sweetie pie.” The mare stuck out her long tongue, dragging it from the bottom of Pipp’s tummy up to her chest.

“Mmn,” Pipp murmured. She tucked her hooves to her chest. She paid Zipp no mind like she’d forgotten she was even there.

“Well?” The mare teased. She took one of Pipp’s hooves and began licking around the frog.

“Y-you said…You’re gonna make me cum three times. Minimum.” Pipp hid her face.

“There’s a good girl. That’s right. And your sister is gonna watch.”

The mare pushed her muzzle between Pipp’s legs. Her long, long tongue extended out of her maw and lapped up from Pipp’s thigh to her already wet fillyhood. She swirled it in circles around Pipp’s entrance, tracing the edges of her folds, then worked her way between them, strumming away at her forbidden valley without parting them.

Though Zipp couldn’t see every little detail, she knew her sister well enough to know what was happening judging by her expression. But it wasn’t quite like anything that Zipp’s smaller, inexperienced tongue had ever done.

Pipp’s muzzle hung open, slack-jawed as her folds were suddenly parted and her privates were invaded by a mature mare’s tongue. Expertly, and in a way that Zipp never would have thought of, the mare seemed to use the widest part of her tongue to her advantage to stretch Pipp out as much as possible. She curled her tongue and dug into her like a shovel. It was like she was plucking Pipp’s cunny like an instrument, expertly strumming exactly the right note that drove Pipp further and further to the edge.

Pipp for her part had never been quiet when it came to being eaten out, even in the direst of circumstances. Now, though, she was practically singing her heart out. She shrieked and squealed into the air. Her hooves clutched at the bed, the only thing keeping her from writhing and bucking about.

The mare pushed her muzzle forward until her lips were completely smooshed against Pipp’s folds. Zipp saw her jaw flex. The pleasure on Pipp’s face was unlike anything that Zipp had provided to her personally, and it amazed her. The mare must have pushed her tongue all the way, as deep as it could go. She no doubt reached depths that Zipp could never have achieved with her tongue.

Zipp felt the heat between her legs become unbearable. Absentmindedly, she let her hoof wander under her dress, rubbing over the smooth fur on her belly until it landed on the spot she wanted most. She openly started rubbing at her engorged fillyhood.

“Nnng! Ahhhhh!” Pipp continued squealing and moaning while the mare had her pinned. The air was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of maretongue enthusiastically slurping directly out of her filly honeypot.

Pipp jerked her hips and shrieked suddenly. She squirted directly onto the mare’s face. The mare lapped it up and simultaneously continued pleasuring Pipp with such practised efficiency it made Zipp jealous.

Pipp’s forehooves found their way to the mare’s head and she gripped her tightly, sitting upright while her hips continued bucking and gyrating. Zipp never in her wildest years imagined pushing Pipp even further after her orgasm, but here Pipp was, humping a mare’s face like a crazed pervert. Instead of moaning, Pipp resorted to continuously grunting through gritted teeth.

The slurping picked up and doubled in speed. The mare moved and pinned Pipp up against the wall so that her weight was supported only by muzzle and tongue. One of the mare’s hooves spread Pipp’s legs and pinned her there.

Pipp’s second orgasm was far more eventful than the first. She started rocking in place. Her hooves drifted from the top of the mare’s head to the wall instead to hold herself up. It was like she had given into the pleasure, going completely limp and succumbing to her whole world being that pleasure. She squirted again, this time several squirts of sticky fillycum covering the mare’s muzzle completely; and this time the mare didn’t clean it up.

One of the mare’s forehooves found its way to Pipp’s pussy, where her clit was winking like mad. With her tongue buried up to the muzzle inside her caverns, the mare used the frog of her hoof to start rubbing at Pipp’s clit. Only, she wasn’t gentle or slow with it as Zipp knew Pipp would normally prefer. Instead, she was rubbing furiously at it like it was some kind of race, and the only finish line was Pipp’s third orgasm.

“Mmf…Mmmf…I can’t…oh gosh…ohgosh…it’s too much…I’m gonna…” Pipp squealed and practically jumped in place as her third and final orgasm rushed through her like a freight train. She squirted once and suddenly had no more to give, instead letting out a very light stream of filly pee that lasted only a second or two and made a small puddle on the floor below.
Through it all, Zipp watched. Her hoof rubbed away between her legs. She felt the warmth return and the knot in her chest started to unravel.

The mare pulled away from Pipp, wiping her muzzle and licking her lips. Pipp murmured something, exhausted, and within seconds was dozing off. Four orgasms in one night must have been a lot for her.

“Didja like watching?” The mare noticed Zipp masturbating quietly in the corner, and grinned. “You’re a really cute girl, y’know that?” The mare wiggled over and kissed Zipp on the cheek.

“Feeling good? Don’t stop yet. I like watching.” She whispered in her ear. Zipp nodded, her hoof dancing away between her legs while she kept her dress lifted. “I think he does, too.”

Zipp’s eyes opened wide. The mare nodded toward the door, where a stallion was sitting on his haunches, watching them. He had his cock in one hoof, fully erect and full mast, stroking at it. He grinned as they spotted him. Apparently, the mare hadn’t closed the door.

“Wanna give him a show? Or maybe you’d like him to fuck you?” The mare dragged her wonderful tongue up the side of Zipp’s face. Zipp shivered and bit her lip.

What should Zipp do?

Let the stallion watch her and the mare.

Let the stallion fuck Pipp while she fucks the mare.

Let the stallion take Pipp. She can find her later. It’s mare time.

Let the stallion fuck her while the mare watches.

Go with the stallion wherever he wants to take her. The mare can watch Pipp.

Author's Note

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Chapter 7

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Let the stallion fuck her while the mare watches. 31.82% (7 votes)

Let the stallion fuck Pipp while she fools around with the mare. 18.18% (4 votes)

Let the stallion take Pipp and worry about finding her later; It’s mare time. 18.18% (4 votes)

It's been so goddamn long since Zipp has gotten to cum, and now she's watched Pipp cum four times?? Absolutely beg him to fuck her in the ass. Zipp ain't no cuck. 18.18% (4 votes)

Let the stallion watch her and the mare. 9.09% (2 votes)

Go with the stallion wherever he wants to take her. The mare can watch Pipp. 4.55% (1 votes)

Zipp lets the stallion fuck her while the mare watches

Zipp bit her lip. She blushed heavily, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the stallion. She wondered what it would feel like, pulsing inside of her, pounding her into the bed.

“I want…him.” She surprised herself by saying that out loud.

“Then you better ask him nicely.” The mare crooned into Zipp’s ear, nibbling gently at the tip.

Zipp gulped audibly. Palpable silence hung between them, and for a second Zipp focused on the throbbing of the music, Pipp’s occasional snore, and a squeaky bedspring in the room next to them. The stallion cleared his throat to get her attention, and it was clear that if she waited too long he might leave.

“I…” Zipp began. She realized then what she was about to say and what she was going to so casually give away to a complete stranger; it thrilled her. “I want you to fuck me.”

It must have sounded so strange coming from somepony as young as Zipp. The words felt foreign and out of place on her tongue. The stallion grinned ear-to-ear and stepped forward.

The mare next to her, whom Zipp had nearly forgotten about in the heat of the moment, started to help her peel her dress off. Zipp lifted her hooves, her vision blocked momentarily while the clothing went up and over her head. Once out of the way of her vision, she was greeted by his member dangling directly in front of her face.

“Suck it.” He said simply. The mare put a hoof on Zipp's back, guiding her forward. It was like there was some sort of unspoken communication between the two adults in the room that Zipp was not a part of.

She shuffled closer and his scent filled her nostrils. It was pungent and almost off-putting; far stronger than anything she could have expected. She stuck out her tongue, dragging it slowly across his tip. She circled the small hole in the middle. He shifted his hips forward and it booped her on the nose.

Instead of recoiling, as she would have done under normal circumstances, Zipp opened her mouth wide and let her tongue hang down. A bit of drool hung from the end. Normally indifferent to stallions who might think about checking her out at the castle, now all she could think about was that heavy, musky rod stuffed into her mouth. She looked up at him, and he must have seen the desperation in her eyes.

“You want it?”

Zipp could only nod. She felt too dirty to speak.

“Should she hold you? I might be rough. I don’t know if I can hold back.” He gestured to the mare.

Zipp hesitated; stared at the member in front of her, imagining him stuffing it into the back of her throat. She looked back up at him, met his eyes and nodded.

And then he did it.

It was almost a blur for Zipp, it happened so fast. He jerked his hips forward before she had a chance to second-guess herself. The mare did her duty unquestioningly with a hoof on the back of Zipp’s head that absolutely would not give or let her move.

At first, Zipp gagged. She felt her eyes water as he battered at the back of her throat and pushed into it. She felt her throat stretch and her gag reflex kicked in. She made some very un-princessly noises as she fought back the urge to recoil. Even if she tried, she wasn’t sure the mare would let her.

Her nostrils flared as more and more of his powerful scent overwhelmed her. She shut her eyes since they’d become blurry anyway. He yanked himself back out, giving her a much-needed momentary reprieve to catch her breath. Barely giving her enough time to recuperate, he drove himself back in.

He found a rhythm like this. Pushing himself in until the ring around the middle of his cock touched her lips. Deep into her throat, distending it from the shape of him. Then back out, until just the tip remained in her maw; then back in it went. His hefty orbs rolled back and forth. She could swear they almost tapped the bottom of her chin once or twice.

The mare snuck her free forehoof down between Zipp’s legs. She coaxed them apart and started rubbing at her now sopping-wet slip. Wetter than she’d ever been in her entire life. Zipp melted back into the mare’s chest which felt almost safe and reassuring while she endured the barrage to her throat. She gave in, conceding control of her body to the two adults around her who would use her for their pleasure.

The stallion withdrew completely and left Zipp gasping for air. He wiped his cock, dripping with precum and saliva, along Zipp’s muzzle as if to claim her for his own.

Opening her eyes and still panting for breath, Zipp must have looked disappointed. The stallion laughed.

“I don’t plan to finish in your throat, sweetheart. But I must say, you’re a wonderful cocksucker. Maybe I’ll come to visit you at the palace sometime.” He winked

This seemed to irritate the mare behind her, who scoffed.

“Sky, you know the rules! Nothing comes out of here, and you never saw her. Don’t push her like that!” She stroked Zipp’s mane. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, he doesn’t mean it.”

“Oh shush. C’mon, I really wanna stuff her. I wanna see her full of cum.”

Zipp was still in a daze and felt light-headed. Enough so that she’d barely even registered what he had said. The mare was guiding her onto her stomach. She placed a pillow underneath Zipp’s middle to prop up her rump and keep angled up. The mare’s hoof stroked along Zipp’s back, found its way to her tail, and tugged it hard so that it flagged up.

“Then stuff her, you silly stallion, she wants it. Don’t you, sweetie?”

Zipp stared straight ahead at the wall. Off to the side was her sleeping sister, out like a light. Behind her, something started to poke and prod at her lower entrance. The warm, broad tip pressed against her folds, forcing them to spread. The mare’s guiding hooves spread Zipp’s legs.

“Well? Do ya?” The mare squeezed Zipp’s rump. “If you don’t say anything, maybe I’ll steal him!”

This caused Zipp to raise her head sharply, full of urgency. “N-no! I need it. I need it so badly. Please.”

The stallion did not, would not, and could not take any more encouragement than that. He planted a hoof on the back of Zipp’s head, pushed her into the bed, and rammed into her.

“H-holy buck,” Zipp groaned. “He’s inside. Oh gosh.” She felt her poor fillyhood stretched incredibly wide as he speared her. She felt herself clench down. The stallion shuddered and the motion caused him to flex and she felt it all the way down to her core.

“Shh, he sure is. Maybe put a foal in you, too.” The mare was lying down next to Zipp and whispering into her ears. At Zipp’s look of concern, she whispered even quieter. “He won’t, don’t worry.”

The mare leaned forward and kissed Zipp. Zipp had never kissed a fully grown mare before. Zipp had never even kissed anyone other than her sister or familial platonic kisses.

She also had never been fucked before, least of all not by a fully-grown stallion. Today was a day of firsts.

The stallion pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and incomplete until he rammed back in. Her inner walls clenched and tightened like a vice, desperately trying to keep him in. Her clit winked and throbbed directly against his member. It had been so painfully underappreciated all day and now Zipp was getting every kind of intimate attention she could imagine.

He pulled out. Pressed back in. The bed squeaked. Her whole body shivered from the intense sensations. He adjusted his stance and moved his hoof from her head to her back. Then drove into her like a lust-crazed animal with no consideration of how she felt.

He pounded her into the bed again and again, slamming as deep as he could go and daring to push that limit even further with each thrust. After a couple of thrusts, he’d push himself to the limit and then gyrate his hips in a slow motion. Grinding and loosening her out just enough that the next thrust could go deeper.

She felt something slap against her backside. She could swear her belly felt stretched and bloated. The mare next to her noticed too because she was stroking a gentle hoof in circles around Zipp’s belly, putting pressure against it.

He pulled back and thrust in again. Zipp realized it was his hefty sack that was slapping against her backside. He was as deep as he would go.

“Is he…did I…?”

“Like a champ, you horny little slut.” The mare teased. She leaned in and kissed Zipp. Took Zipp’s chin with her hoof and took her into a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue slipped out and invaded Zipp’s maw. Zipp got some idea of just how long that expert tongue was, and what Pipp must have felt.

“Mmmm.” Zipp moaned. Her back arched and her hooves felt like jelly. Her clit winked hard and she gave a little jolt.

“I think he’s gonna cum soon. You want him to fill you up, silly filly?” The mare had pulled out of the kiss and was licking up the side of Zipp’s face.

“Uhhhng…Uh-huh.” Zipp nodded rapidly.

Slap slap slap slap went the stallion’s hips against Zipp. She must have been dwarfed under him by their size difference. He let out a snort and picked up the pace. Both hooves on Zipp’s hips now, pulling her back. She was at his mercy.

Slap slap slap…slapslapslapslap.

“Ahhh… Buck…gosh…pleeeeease. I need it. Please. Inside. Please don’t pull out. Please don’t. I–”

The mare cut her off and pulled her into the kiss. The stallion slammed inside Zipp so hard her rump was pushed up off the cushions. He pressed against her cervix. His cock flared. The sudden extra size expanding inside her, locking him in place, stretching her out even further pushed Zipp over the edge. She began squirting again and again and again like a fountain of cumming filly.

He shot his load deep, deep into her, directly into her womb. His seed was hot and thick. It rebounded off her walls and splashed inside. Zipp felt it. She felt full. She felt so bucking good.

“Nnnf. Ahhhhhhhnnnnng.” Zipp moaned. The mare’s tongue was down her throat.

Squirt…squirt…squelch.

“Holy…gods…buck.” The stallion collapsed on top of her. “Buck, you’re tight. That was amazing.”

He pulled out and a trail of goopy white seed spilled out of Zipp and puddled onto the bed between her legs. The mare, too, had withdrawn and was assessing the results.

“Filly, filly, filly.” The mare shook her head. “You are insatiable. You are wild. That was bucking hot, girl!”

Zipp put her head down on her forehooves. Her hooves were heavy and it didn’t seem like she could get up any time soon. The stallion leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

“You are spectacular. Thanks for that.”

He was out the door in a second, leaving the trio alone. The mare pulled Zipp into a cuddle, stroking her back.

“I’ll watch you guys for a bit. You look like you could use a nap. I’ll wake you up in a few and we’ll get you a shower before you go.”

The hoof stroking Zipp’s back felt so nice. She closed her eyes, her breathing slowing.

“Can I come back sometime?” Zipp whispered. “You won’t tell anypony I was here?”

“I hope you do, honey. And not a soul will know. It’s a secret.” She smooched the top of her head. “Oh, and cutie pie?”

“Huh?” Zipp peeked open an eye. “What?”

“My name: it’s Zoom.”

Author's Note

And that's all for now! I'm really happy with the vote turnout this got, as well as my output in the last week. These daily updates turned into about 7,000 words in the last 6 days. That's the most productive I've been for writing in a very, very long time.

I will definitely return with another CYOA in the future that will start from the beginning as a CYOA. Thanks for voting and reading!

Chapter 2

Back in the ballroom, their senses regained and demeanour back to their usual selves, Pipp and Zipp hovered around the punch table.

The dancing didn’t interest Zipp. Nothing about her mother, Queen Haven’s royal Gala’s ever did; but Pipp was over-the-moon infatuated with them. Zipp knew, of course, because her younger sister wouldn’t ever shut up about it.

Pipp was chattering away nonchalantly about the pretty dresses that all the mares were wearing this year; an early sign of her burgeoning love for fashion and trends. Zipp once again wasn’t listening, her mind was elsewhere thinking back to the two of them in the closet. She thought of Pipp’s uncharacteristic silence, the way Pipp let herself be pinned to the wall. The squeaks and sounds she made, and most of all the taste of her, still on Zipp’s tongue; Zipp licked her lips. She hadn’t gotten satisfaction yet, and she felt a subtle warmth; an itch deep down that she was yearning to scratch but hadn’t found a way.

Zipp looked around the crowd at the scores of pegasi, many of which were already partnered up, but there were a few older colts chatting amongst themselves at the far side of the room.

Nearby, a royal guard was gazing intently and with purpose, as if she was looking for somepony. She glanced in a corner and under the punch table without noticing Pipp and Zipp beside it.

Though she couldn’t see her, somewhere in the foray of ponies was her mother, the Queen, joining in the revelry.

Beside her, Pipp had finally stopped her endless talking, and had buried her face in a cup of punch. She caught Zipp’s gaze and quickly turned away with rosy cheeks. She must have seen right through what she was thinking. Zipp took a moment to admire her figure and her cute clothing, remembering vividly in her mind how she looked pressed up against the wall, holding her dress up in her hooves.

Should Zipp:

Go to the dance floor and mingle with some of the ponies

Chat up the colts

See what the pegasus guard is doing

Look for her mother, Queen Haven

Sneak Pipp away again

Author's Note

This fic is now a CYOA! Participate by voting [voting for this chapter is closed]. Each chapter will have a poll with several options.

My aim is to update daily depending on how the poll goes.