CE/Celestial Era: 15th of March, Year 994

Orchard let a little smile grace his lips as he brought the soft but matted body of his marefriend back in against himself. How could he help but smile, looking down at the sweet angelic mare under him.

With fur as soft as silk, the face of a cherub, a waist to hip ratio that could make even the straightest of mares wink, and that signature curvaceous little rump. Orchard wondered how he had ever gotten so lucky as to score such a perfect mare.

‘If only I could have you just as you are, forever. If only I could keep that cheeky little smile on your face ever waking moment.’ Orchard whispered to himself, as he gently traced his hoof across his marefriend’s cheek, laughing as that familiar little smile graced her lips.

She may have reeked of sweat, drink, a good half dozen different feminine perfumes, and……..was that ammonia?, but regardless she was hottest fillyfooler in all of Camden, possibly the hottest mare full stop. And with a good hundred dozen late teen to early 20 something trust fund fillies, beauty pageant princesses, and literal children of Applewood stars, many from the more seedier or rather titillating parts of the Applewood film making industry, that was quite the accomplishment.

Orchard brought his muzzle right up to his marefriend’s body, giggling as a clear and rough shot of electricity ran straight up his spine at the simple but intimate contact, as he took in a deep sniff of his marefriend’s scent.

With a goofy, cartoonishly big grin Orchard let out a long contented sigh. That was definitely piss.

He immediately found himself breaking out into a wild but innocent fit of laughter as he tried to separate himself a bit from her marefriend, not wanting to wake her up. Unfortunately he proved unsuccessful.

“What are you laughing at?” His marefriend simply but cooly asked, turning over with a little smirk on her face. “See your brother’s knob or something?”

“No!” He replied, still thoroughly entranced in his little laughing fit.

“See his little faggotfriend’s and now feel sorry for your poor brother, and maybe just a hint of jealousy?” She cheekily replied, stretching her body out as both of her legs lazily spread open.

“Hmmmm, judging by the lack of grunting or suspiciously feminine moans happening downstairs I think it might be a bit too early, or rather too late to get up yet.” Ambrosia joked, getting herself back out of bed.

“I can’t remember him bringing a stallion home last night, can you? Besides The End Of The World party is tonight, it would probably be better to get up a little early.” Orchard simply replied back, fetching his hair brush as he fixed up his mane.

“Hey I can’t remember a single thing about last night, yet somehow I ended up crawling into bed with a stallion. I’m sure you’re brother had little trouble doing the same.” Ambrosia snorted back derisively, still joking, but with a very clear and poignant sting of disgust.

“I don’t know why you need to keep calling me that.” Orchard replied looking ashamedly back on at his shortly cropped mane and coltish body.

“I don’t know, maybe if you didn’t look like such a tomcolt or try to butch yourself up more than half of your brother’s faggy little dates. I swear one of these days he’s going to end up boning you, and I wouldn’t blame him, you certainly look his type.” His type meaning of course stallions.

“And you know what I think about his type.” Ambrosia continued, silently butting her ‘marefriend’ aside to have a good look at herself in the mirror, preformatively dolling herself up, smooching her cheeks together as she smiled on radiantly into the mirror.

Orchard could have asked ‘stallions or coltcuddlers’, but he knew she’d meant both, and he knew all he’d get back would be another derisive laugh. Such were the joys of having a marefriend with puffier vaginal lips and more curves than brain cells.

“Well, even if I was a stallion I’m definitely not a coltcuddler.” Orchard replied, throwing her forelegs around his marefriend’s chest as he forcefully locked lips with her, mounting her as he began to draw tender little love hearts over her silky soft fur. “I know beauty when I see it.” He said, parting from his mare’s lips to admire her in the mirror.

Ambrosia simply moaned back, locking her lips back against the ‘other mare’s’ as she shoved her right forehoof into his chest. “Well luckly for you I may not take stallions, but I definitely know how to handle a dyke.” She replied, pushing the ‘other mare’ back onto the bed, splaying his body out as she lay straddled atop him.

The two simply stared into one another’s eyes before once again relocking lips, forcing each other’s tongues into their partner’s mouth as their hooves ran down and squeezed at each other’s plump little bodies.

Two hours later, downstairs…

Poppy giggled to himself as he petted the lower belly of the smaller colt under him, reviling in the cute little noises and squirms he made as he teased ever closer to his crotch before bringing his hoof right back up to his chest. He didn’t know the colt’s name, nor did he particularly care, he just enjoyed playing with him.

All that mattered was that he had the sweetest little smile and one of the tightest assholes Poppy had even had the honour of haemorrhaging. And he had just the most adorable pinchable little cheeks

“Poppy, do you actually want anything to eat or have you swallowed enough already?” Ambrosia back chatted to the stallion.

Grinning from ear to ear Poppy very quickly but sweetly gave his little colt a kiss on the forehead before he sprang up, strutting over to the impossibly feminine mare with as much machismo as he could muster up.

Still grinning the stallion got up on his two hind legs, placing his forehooves not too gently on Ambrosia back as he began to casually mount her. “I don’t know, once I’m done with him I could maybe use you for comparison. See who’s taken more dick.” He casually retorted back.

Ambrosia simply drew in a sharp breath. “If you weren’t your sister’s brother I’d have you thrown out of this school in a heartbeat”.

“So I can do this then?” He joked, pressing the semi-erect shaft of his stallionhood up against the mare’s pussy.

“Push me any further and I won’t hesitate to call up the dean, consequences be damned.” She practically grunted out, clear anger and contempt tracing her voice.

“I know, but then you wouldn’t have anyone to pay for all of your precious little vanity products would you sweetheart.” He continued teasing her. “Lucky for you I’m not into mares.” He finished, giving her a friendly little kiss on the cheek, taking his plate of eggs and hay before sauntering back off with a little skip in his step.

Trotting back over to his nameless little love he brought a little table up for both of them before cozying himself right back in behind the stallion as he fed them both breakfast.

“Are you alright honey?” Orchard asked his marefriend as he made his way back out of the bathroom towards his lover.

She simply scrunched her face up in response.

“Poppy?” He asked.

She gave no reply.

“Poppy.”

“Awwww, come on, she knows that I’m only teasing her. I’m like that with everypony. Specially the stuck up little queens who don’t know how to take a joke.” Poppy shot back, whilst simultaneously stuffing eggs and hay into his mouth and taking a long draw of his cigarette, as his other hoof precariously reached for an unopened can of cider.

“You’ll be blaming me for pissing on her next.” He continued.

“You probably smelt your own breath beating back against my fur, I certainly did.” Ambrosia shot back with the same fiery contempt as before, only muffled and strained by a clear hint of shame.

“Nuh uh. You see if I had smelled my own breath I’d have smelt cum.” He very cheerily replied, holding his hoof up to his face as he breathed back on it. “What I smelt was definitely piss.“

“Poppy please.” His ‘sister’ simply replied back from across the room.

As his ‘sister’ said this the smaller stallion under him shifted around uncomfortably a bit, hoping to remain silent and unnoticed until Poppy drew his attention back to him.

“Do you still want to go for coffee later?” The colt simply asked him, trying to change the topic.

Poppy closed his eyes for a second, internally sighing. “Yeah, we could still do that later on if you want.”

“What time at?” The colt asked, keeping questions short and too the point, clearly more interested in an excuse to leave than any rendezvous.

“We’ll see.” Poppy replied back, making it clear that he didn’t intend to see the colt again.

With that the colt simply took his leave, awkwardly slinking out of the building.

“Wasn’t he suppose to be your End of the World date?” Ambrosia smugly asked as soon as the sound of the door closing behind the colt reached their ears.

Poppy let out a small huff. “Yeah, he was.”

“So I suppose you’ll be going with White Mane instead?” She continued.

“Who’s White Mane?” He asked.

“Who do you think?” Ambrosia replied, rolling her eyes as she trotted through to the living room with her marefriend, sitting right across from Poppy.

“Oh, ah. Was that his name?” Poppy said, sudden realisation coming into his eyes as if he had somehow uncovered some big mystery.

A few seconds of awkward silence followed his remark.

“Oh well, I’m sure I’ll find an even cuter colt in any case.” Poppy replied, trying to brush the whole thing off as he hastily made his way off to the privacy of his nonexistent room, I.E. the bathroom.

10 minutes later…

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Poppy asked himself, brushing his mane back with one hoof.

The stallion simply stood there staring into the mirror, wondering why he had to be such an asshole to the detriment of those he cared most about. Not that he cared about being an asshole to anyone else, especially not her, they deserved it, they were assholes.

Continuing to look on into the mirror he closed his eyes, taking in a deep sigh before he slowly lowered himself back down to the floor.

Poppy stood there, gloomily staring on at one of the bathroom’s corner tiles. He debated with himself as to whether he should just give it a little nudge over, just a little. After all it wasn’t his responsibility, and she was just as likely to find it as his ‘sister’ was.

She already knew that he knew anyway. She must have known. It wasn’t his responsibility, and besides, soon ’she’ would know in any case, so what did it matter.

Poppy wasn’t exactly much of a thinker, it certainly wasn’t what he was known for. But standing in that bathroom……….”Ignorance is bliss.” He simply repeated to himself.

He also wasn’t thought of as a particularly brave stallion, but his little ‘sister’? How could he be such a coward.

It wasn’t his responsibility, none of it was, but she was. He couldn’t help but feel his stomach turn as he continued to look back on at his reflection.

A few hours later, at the The End Of The World party…

“Depends are either of your boyfriends coming with us?” One particularly drunk and giddy mare half jokingly asked Ambrosia, giggling along with the rest of her ‘friends’/fuck buddies.

“That freak, no he’s my marefriend’s brother. I don’t know why he insists on leering over us.” She tried to joke back, roughly pointing back towards Poppy.

“Which one?” The mare continued to joke, much to Ambrosia’s annoyance and Orchard’s discomfort.

Poppy simply stared back in disgust at the gaggle of cackling mares, not excluding Ambrosia, as he ordered up another drink for himself and Orchard.

Hoofing the drink over to him he looked on sombrely as he watched his ‘sister’, silent and clearly uncomfortable, with his head to one side, trying to ignore the small group of mares his marefriend was flirting with as they slowly warmed up to one another.

Their conversation continued like this until Ambrosia eventually turned back towards her ‘marefriend’. “Do you want to come with us or what?” She simply asked.

“I’m okay.” Orchard replied, letting out a quiet little sigh.

Poppy shot Ambrosia a simple glare as the group sauntered off giggling to themselves.

“Are you alright?” Poppy immediately asked his little ‘sister’ as the gaggle of other mares slowly faded out of ear shot.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He simply replied back, smiling ever so slightly as his brother moved his chair over a bit to cuddle up to him.

With that the two simply sat there in each other’s light embrace, ordering up another few drinks and making light conversation.

The two sat there in each other’s embrace as they threw back drink after drink, each trying to drown out their own related sorrows as they nuzzled closer into their sibling.

A little over two hours later, on their way back to their dorm…

“You know I could swear that you’re trying to get me drunk for something, spill some of my dirty little secrets maybe?” Orchard joked in a drunk but highly sultry little voice. Nonetheless even in his highly inebriated state it would have been painfully clear to anypony who wasn’t half as drunk as he was that he was clumsy trying to skirt around something, hoping with terror that he’d somehow finally be caught out.

“Oh, my little sister has dirty little secrets? The little sweet little angel?” Poppy teased as he brought his tail over to his little ‘sister’s’ flank.

He felt himself half sobering up as he playfully teased and tickled his little ‘sister’s’ pussy with his tail. Any feeling of disgust, shame, or sudden shock of clarity that he may have felt overcoming him was quickly stifled as a sharp bolt of excitement ran up his spine, as he felt his tail ever so teasingly run up against and brush over his little ‘sister’s’ lips.

He had never been this drunk before in his entire life. As much of a debauched sex hound as he was, he was never much of a drinker, neither was Orchard.

Orchard couldn’t help but suppress a moan as he leaned further into his brother’s side, raising his tail as he simply closed his eyes and let his brother guide him.

He felt a similar feeling of disgust and shame, almost betrayal or violation run through him at his brother suggestively fawned over him, but he didn’t want to think, not about Ambrosia, not about his own ‘dirty little secrets’, and least of all about the implications of what he was actually doing right now, or rather what his own brother was doing to him.

They were both too drunk, who cared, who wanted to think.

Flashback, some weeks ago…

Ambrosia shut her eyes as she continued to sip at her cocktail, trying to ignore the increasingly unignorable cock pressing up against her seat. So long as it didn’t actually touch her she was fine, what she wasn’t so fine with however was the prick attached to the other end of it practically straddling her as he half inched his own bar seat ever closer to her.

“I don’t see why we couldn’t elope for just the night together, just me and you. I can assure you that I’m no less generous with my mares in the bedroom than I am at the bar. Hell, half the so called dykes you run with can attest to that.” The stallion behind her teased, running his hoof along her hip.

“Just keep buying me my drinks and maybe I won’t buck you in the face this time.” Ambrosia sneered, not even bothering to look back at her companion.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll get to buck you in the face instead.” He teased, sultry whispering each word into her ear before giving her a little kiss and breaking out into uproarious laughter over his own foalish little joke.

Ambrosia didn’t look back, but the sharp look of disgust and hatred that shot across her face was more than evident from the back, causing her unwanted companion to erupt into a far quieter but more sinister burst of laughter.

“Oh come on, I know you like it. All you dykes do. You wouldn’t still be sitting here if you didn’t like it.” He continued to tease, goading her on as he slid another drink over to her with one hoof, as his other began to grope her side.

He was pushing things far further than he ever had before. Ambrosia would have bucked his face or at least done something by now if she didn’t feel paralysed by a sudden wave of fear, dread.

“You really trying to tell me you don’t like a big strong stallion leering over you, pushing you around a little, bossing you about, putting you in your place, making love to you.” He whispered in her ear, tightening his grip around her voluptuous little body as he began to properly straddle her. Allowing the small delicate mare under him to feel just how strong his form really was, just how masculine he was, before he finally broke off, giving her some more gentle caresses as he mentioned love making.

“I’ve seen the pictures, I know that you’ve taken your fair share of dick.” He was lying, but she didn’t need to know that.

“What difference would one more make, especially from a stallion who actually knows how to properly appreciate and treat a mare’s body, push all of the right buttons.” He continued, roughly squeezing her ass as he smiled almost half lovingly down at her.

“Who was your first, the dean? Is that how you got into the school? Or was it your dad? Another daddy’s little girl like half the dykes I’ve played with, hm?” He asked, as he continued to knead his hooves away at her flanks.

Smiling from ear to ear he looked about the bar. Seeing that him and his little mare still didn’t seem to be drawing too much attention towards themselves he slipped his hoof a little lower, grabbing a firm hold of both Ambrosia’s ass cheeks.

Ambrosia felt the tears stream freely down her face as his hoof nudged itself in a little further and he began sensually almost lovingly rubbing against her already wet lips. She stayed like that for a few minutes blanking out the world until somepony finally noticed them.

She didn’t take much note of what happened after that. She got back to her dorm safely and fell asleep in her ‘marefriend’s’ forelegs, that’s all that mattered.

The Present, Back in Poppy and Orchard’s Dorm, in Orchard and Ambrosia’s Bed…

Orchard let out a loud lustful moan as his brother’s hoof dug further into his flank. He found his own forehooves desperately locking right around his brother’s waist as the two stallions held on two each other’s bodies for dear life.

Chest to chest, heart to heart, hip to hip, the two passionately, desperately groped and squeezed at their siblings body as they rolled around on the bed, moaning into each other’s mouth as their tongue waged violent battles against one another, fighting other with great gusto, before surrendering to the other with twice the eagerness in turn.

Two lifetimes of passion, longing, frustration, guilt, shame, and lust seemed to violently and shamelessly explode out into a red hot fury of forbidden desire and love, with nothing but inebriation and two hot, young sweaty bodies for a catalyst.

Such was the typical love life of a young Camden couple.

Author's Note

Also big disclaimer: Orchard was already aware of the fact that he was trans before the events of this story took place, he was just never out to anyone.

Also your validity as any gender (binary or otherwise) doesn’t hinge on your body or gender presentation.