A Camden Tale

“Let me in you asshole, I know you’re in there!” Ambrosia drunkly shouted at the front door of her ‘marefriend’ and his brother’s dorm.

“Fucking asshole.” She muttered to herself.

Lazily shifting over to the dorm’s only front window she reared back and gave the lock a very drunken but stiff kick with her hind hooves, cracking some of the wood around the already severely damaged frame before she slunk into the living room.

Turning on the lights she was quite surprised to see no sight of her Poppy, and even more surprised to see no strange colts sprawled over the couch and/or floor of their dorm.

Blinking she turned the light back off before continuing her way up the stairs. Who knew. Maybe the fucker had finally gotten himself killed or ran up the ass with a railroad spike. That would at least give Ambrosia a pleasant thought to nod off to if nothing else.

Opening the door to her and Orchard’s room Ambrosia found herself…………….to say that she was seething with rage would be an understatement.

Finding herself not quite sobering up, but somehow keeping some of her wits about herself, Ambrosia very quietly sneaked over to her bedroom drawers, retrieving a small portable instant camera before hastily taking a few quick but rough pictures of the sleeping and very much entangled pair of siblings.

The Next Day…

Poppy woke up with a wide smile plastered across his face as he nuzzled himself further into the smaller stallion by his side, giving his rump a cheeky little squeeze.

“Poppy.” Orchard simply replied, waking up from her brother’s gentle fondling.

“Orchard!?” He exclaimed in shock, opening his eyes to find his little ‘sister’ rather sensually snuggled up to himself. His sore head only confirmed that they did indeed share a drunken night together.

“We didn’t fuck did we?” He bluntly asked.

Orchard didn’t reply or even seem to really acknowledge his question for at least a good minute or two while he mulled the exact events of last night over in his head.

He finally replied with a simple blush.

“Fuck! Idiot!” Poppy shouted at himself, bearing his teeth as he took in a long frustrated sigh. “Oh fuck, I am so fucking sorry Orchard. What the actual fuck! I am so sorry. Genuinely. Fuck! Fuck!” He continued to shout at himself, still bearing his teeth in disgust at himself as he slowly pieced together the full implications of what he had just done.

His own little ‘sister’. It wasn’t long until his stomach dropped, and soon after his heart. His little ‘sister’.

“Wait Poppy, no! We didn’t……we didn’t.” Orchard continued through an even deeper blush. “Look, we didn’t actually do anything, we, we just messed around.”

“Messed around?” He asked. “What did I do to you?” He continued, a clear sting of guilt running through his voice.

“Poppy.” Orchard replied back, pleading. She had never seen her brother like this, then again he had never acted towards her anywhere near the way he had last night, outside of maybe a cheeky but clear joke.

“You didn’t do anything to me. We, we just. We didn’t do anything. We just messed around a little. I don’t know. We were drunk.” Orchard tried to continue, finding any proper confession harshly stifled by the sheer embarrassment of the situation.

“Do you remember what happened? Because I still don’t know what’s happening. Did I fuck you?” Poppy half interrogated, as blunt and to the point as ever.

“Celestia no, Poppy, no. As I said all we did was mess around on the bed a bit. You barely even touched me. We………we mostly just made out…….and, and rolled around a little. We didn’t actually do anything though.” Orchard explained, trying his best to calm his brother down.

“You remember what happened last night?” Poppy simply asked, calming down a bit.

Orchard clenched his eyes shut. “Celestia! Ambrosia. What have I done?” Orchard asked herself, seemingly more disturbed with the prospect of betraying her promiscuous marefriend than she was over ‘messing around’ with her brother.

“No, I remember. I just can’t believe I, I don’t know. We shouldn’t have gotten so drunk…….Where’s Ambrosia?” Orchard continued, asking no one in particular.

“I couldn’t give less of a fuck about Ambrosia right now.” Poppy started, seething with anger just before catching himself as he remembered who he was talking to and the very tenuous situation they were currently in. “Sorry.” He simply finished.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter anyway, we were drunk, and we didn’t really do anything.” Orchard replied, trying to calm Poppy down a bit. “And besides, you’re still my big brother, and I still love you.” He continued, nuzzling into his side.

“Love might be a bit of a risqué word in this context.” Poppy joked back, lightening up a little with a smile.

“You know what I mean.” Orchard replied, laughing good naturedly back at her big brother.

“We should get up anyhow.” Orchard continued, cutely stretching out as he got up out of bed.

“Yeah, let’s just get up. I’m just happy to know that my reputation as Camden’s premier colt cuddler hasn’t been tarnished by sleeping with some mare.” He joked, laughing as he got up alongside his sister.

“More concerned about that than you are bucking your own sister?” He teased back.

“Only slightly, now that I know you’re alright.” He simply replied, smiling on at him.

Opening the door the two were less than friendly greeted by the sight of Ambrosia holding up a small pile of freshly printed photographs in her teeth. Pictures that clearly showed the two of them romantically entangled up to one another.

“Ambrosia?” Orchard simply asked, instinctively taking a good few hoof steps back towards his big brother.

“Little harlot. Sleeping with that fucking perv!” She spat back with venom, her eyes red and black with a clear mixture of rage and sleep deprivation.

“What the hell are you doing with those?” Poppy shot back, taking a firm stand in front of his little ‘sister’.

“What the hell are you doing with my marefriend, your sister? You fucking pervert.” She sneered, dropping the pile of pictures at his hooves.

“A lot less than you’ve been doing with your own group of little harlots. You have no room to judge.” He countered, trying to remain at least somewhat calm for his ‘sister’s’ sake.

“There’s a big difference between that and fucking your own sister you irresponsible asshole. It’s disgusting enough without knowing how many STDs must be running through your system with all those little fuckcolts you bring home.

“What are you trying to imply?” Poppy simply asked, his patience running increasingly thin.

“What do you think I’m trying to imply? That you came in my marefriend you disgusting fucking faggot!” She screamed, slamming a right forehoof into his chest with little effect.

“And you’re the bastion of safe sex and not being came in?” He shot back, feeling himself puffed up by a little bravado, knowing that she’d have no possible answer to smack him back down with.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ambrosia simply asked, the clear terror of dawning realisation in her eyes.

Poppy didn’t reply, he simply shot her a clear look of contentment that said far more than he possibly could have with words.

Having absolutely no response to give to the stallion Ambrosia simply picked her pictures and made off.

“What was that about?” Orchard simply asked.

“I don’t know. Just Ambrosia.” Poppy replied, taking in a deep breath as he began to slowly pet his ‘sister’s’ mane.

“A Few Hours Later, On Campus…

“Orchard, I need to see you, now.” A serious and hushed voice demanded as Orchard soon found a familiar pony trailing along his side.

“What’s wrong?” Orchard simply asked, put off by his friend’s weirdly secretive voice and jumpy attitude.

“It’s about you and your brother. Look, we should really talk in private. I don’t know how you don’t know yet, half of Camden already does.” Blossom continued, trying to convince her friend of the dire urgency of the situation.

Orchard simply froze for his part as a sharp icy sting ran down his spine. ‘How did ponies already know? Who had Ambrosia told? Celestia, who had she shown those pictures to?’

Needless to say Orchard followed quietly behind his friend until the two eventually reached her dorm.

After a few suspicious looks to either side of themselves Blossom forced her friend into the dorm, hastily locking the door behind them.

“Is it true?” She quickly demanded, trying to not sound too excited for her friend’s sake.

“Is what true?” Orchard cautiously replied.

“I mean are they real, the pictures that Ambrosia has been spreading all about campus?” Blossom continued as she made her way towards the couch with Orchard following close behind her.

“I mean, I’m not judging, you’re my friend. But still, that’s not exactly the kind of thing you want other ponies gossiping about.”

“Blossom, what are you talking about, what pictures?” Orchard replied with a clear scarlet blush plastered across his face.

“Of you and Poppy. Again, huh, I mean, he’s your brother. As weird as it may sound, you know how I feel about Ambrosia, you know how Poppy feels about her. I’m not here to judge you is all I’m saying. I’m just asking.” Blossom continued in a softer voice, trying her best to at least somewhat soothe the clearly growing nerves of her friend.

“I mean, I don’t know. The pictures are real, but we didn’t actually do anything.” Orchard simply replied. “What has Ambrosia been saying?”

“Really, you guys aren’t?” Blossom started, sounding strangely almost disappointed. “I mean, I don’t know what Ambrosia herself has been saying, but virtually everypony else has told me and you and your brother……” She continued, lightly banging her forehooves together to emphasise the point.

“No Blossom, that’s not true…..I mean, we didn’t. We didn’t, do that.” Orchard simply stated.

“I just know that you’ve talked about having feelings about him before, as your big brother, and you know that I’ve never told anyone about that. I thought that maybe……” Blossom half asked, trying to not come off as too upfront or probing.

For his part Orchard simply went another shade of scarlet. “I mean yeah, I’ve had feelings for him, but no. Besides Poppy only likes stallions. And he’s my brother.”

“But you are a stallion, and I know how much Poppy cares about you, so I thought that maybe you two were a couple or something now.” Blossom went on.

“Poppy……..you already know that Poppy doesn’t know that about me.” Orchard simply stated.

“Sorry, I know. But I also know how much you mean to each other. I just thought that made something had happened, started I suppose, between you two.” Blossom replied.

“Well I’m still with Ambrosia, so that wouldn’t be possible anyhow. Besides, as I keep saying, Poppy is my brother. I don’t know why you aren’t more weirded out by this than I am.” Orchard tried to argue.

“I mean, yeah it is a bit weird, but you’re not denying talking to me about your feelings for him before, and I didn’t judge you then.” Blossom tried to reason.

“Yeah but, I don’t know……Those were just stupid fantasies. I wasn’t serious.” Orchard continued to argue.

“Sorry. All I’m trying to say is that I don’t know how the rest of campus is going to react to this, wether or not those pictures are real. All I know is that Poppy wouldn’t go running around the school trying to drag your name through the mud.”

Back at the Dorm…

“Leave.” Poppy simply commanded.

“What do you mean leave? I live here as well. I’m supposed to leave because you’ve been fucking your sister?” Ambrosia shot back with derision.

“I said leave.” Poppy repeated, throwing a little white pregnancy strip down on the ground before the other mare.

Ambrosia simply stared back in horror at the stallion before her before quickly scurrying off in shame.