A Lover's Choiceby CrowleyChaptersPart 2Choice: AloeChoice: LotusPart 1Part 2Knock knock knock. You stand outside the door to Lotus and Aloe’s house, nervously running a hoof through your twice-washed, thrice-brushed mane. You had spent the rest of today in your bathroom, looking as clean and presentable as possible, even more so when you remember doing something similar that morning before visiting them at the spa. Part of you keeps thinking how silly it is to be so nervous, since you’ve been dating her for half a year now, but if tonight really is the night you and Lotus are finally going all the way… You snap out of your daydream when the door creaks open, and you find yourself face-to-face, not with your girlfriend, but with her pink-coated sister Aloe. “Hi there, come right in! Lotus is waiting for you!” You follow silently, trying to hide the confusion of seeing Aloe at this time; why on earth would she be here if you’re about to have the most important and intimate time you’ve ever had with Lotus? “Hey Lotus, I’m here!” you call out, hoping to hear her voice cheerfully reply. No answer. “Lotus?” You turn to Aloe, “Is she in her room or something?” “Actually, she’s in my room, not hers.” she explains, “She wants you to help her with something in there first. After you!” You hardly have time to wonder what’s going on before Aloe’s beckoning you upstairs to her room. With a quick knock letting Lotus know you‘re there, you open her sister’s bedroom door and… “Aloe?” you ask with increasing uncertainty, “Where is she?” Aloe’s room is similar to Lotus’; a queen-sized bed in the centre of it, the colours of pink and white with a blue trim, much like Aloe herself. Around the rest of the room stands a simple wardrobe - no doubt containing outfits for special occasions - and a cosmetics table, complete with a large, round mirror. But no Lotus. Slam! You turn back to leave, just in time to see the door slam shut. Aloe’s face suddenly looked a lot deeper pink than usual, as she saunters over to you… “Lotus is staying at the spa tonight,” she says, “It’s her turn to help the cleaning staff get ready for tomorrow, since they’ve been falling behind lately.” By this point, she’s uncomfortably close. You try to take a few steps away from her, before making contact with the bed behind you. “She won’t be back for several hours, at least,” Aloe continues, drawing nearer and nearer, “that means it’s just you and me.” “What?! Why isn‘t she here, what the heck are y-? Hey!” Her fore-hooves swiftly wrap around your equine shoulders, closing the gap between your face and hers, your face suddenly awash in the warmth of her sweet breath. Out of panic, you try to pull back further from her, but that only succeeds in tripping over her bed, landing belly-up on the covers. Before you can even pick yourself up, Aloe is already lying on top of you, her body pinning you down. Your few seconds of struggle are cut short when her lips push up against yours. “Aloe, stop-!” It was a bad time to have your mouth open to talk; Aloe took full advantage, invading your mouth with her tongue. Instantly, you crane your neck back to get away, trying to throw her off, but she persists. Her hot tongue explores the inside of your mouth, finding your own tongue and seductively coercing it to play. She tastes almost exactly like Lotus as you remember her, only sweeter, like somepony added an extra lump of sugar to her taste. You try to shout out against her advances; “No,” But it comes out more as a groan of forbidden pleasure. Eventually you recover enough space between the two of you, placing your hooves firmly against her chest and pushing, prying her off you. She falls away, lying next to you on the bed. Pulling yourself up, you try to clear away the dizzy feeling of what you just did. That terrible, amazing thing. “Do you mind telling me what the heck that was about?!” you ask, once you had caught your breath. “Well, Lotus did promise something tonight,” Aloe clarifies with a smirk, “Just because she’s not here to give it, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it, right? Besides, it‘s all happening in my room.” she leans toward you, and whispers in your ear, “She never comes in here. And I certainly won‘t tell her.” You hold Aloe still by her shoulders, trying your best not to sway under the charm of her blue eyes. “How long have you felt this way about me?” “Does it matter?” she gently replies, brushing your hooves away, “We’re alone here, with plenty of time to savour.” “I just don’t understand, Aloe. Why now, in all the time I‘ve known you? “Oh, don’t pretend I haven’t noticed,” she gives you a knowing look, “I’m her sister after all. I know you and Lotus have been close, but you’ve never been able to… go all the way with her. But you’ve been with her for so long, and it’s clearly become a commitment.” As you open your mouth to reply, she simply raises a hoof to cut you off. “I’m just giving you an option here. Before you wind up in a potentially… unexciting relationship, I can give you the ride of your life, right here, right now, and she‘ll be none the wiser. Or you can just walk out, and we’ll never speak of this again. It’s totally your choice.” And there you have it; on one hoof, your friend Aloe, your girlfriend’s sister, freely offering herself to you - something Lotus hasn’t done during the whole time you’ve been dating her. And she’s lying right there, ready for you. Nopony else to walk in on you. Nopony else to witness the scandalous act. On the other hoof, Lotus, the girl you met through almost fairytale circumstances, the one you’ve been dating, nuzzling, hugging, kissing and dreaming about this past half-year. The mare who is no doubt thinking of you as she tends to her family’s spa. Your faithful, your special somepony. Remain loyal to Lotus, or cheat on her with Aloe. Choose. NOTE: The next two chapters are NOT actually chapters. They are alternate endings. Chapter 3 follows the path where you agree with Aloe, and accept her sexual offer. Chapter 4, however, follows the path where you refuse to cheat on your girlfriend, Lotus. So, readers, which route will you take? Pick only one. The choice is yours. Choice: AloeNOTE: You have chosen to cheat with Aloe. You lie back down next to Aloe, staring at the ceiling. Not once have you never had to make such a strange and risky decision in your life. The pounding of your heart can be heard in your ears; perhaps the sound is drowning out your common sense. Your head turns to Aloe, lying down next to you. Her soft, tempting body is outstretched across the bed, allowing you to take in her velvety pink coat, her supple legs, her fine bodily curves. Shuffling over to her, you find yourself lying face-to-face with her regal, blue eyes. The scent of her sugary breath teases you as you speak. “Just this one chance, Aloe?” “Only for tonight.” “We’re going to go all the way?” She nods, “The ride of your life.” “And Lotus isn’t going to know about this?” “I won‘t say a word to her.” Your hoof finds itself caressing Aloe’s face as you slowly draw closer to her. Wordlessly, your lips brush against hers. Her mouth opens in response, leaving a gap for your tongue to cautiously slip through. A second later, and both of your tongues become engaged in a wet, forbidden dance of pleasure, a pleasure that caused your heart to beat faster, your blood to flow lower. You roll over while your lips are still locked with hers, finding yourself on top of her. From her face, your hooves slide downwards, caressing her soft neck, and past the gentle rising and falling of her chest. You try to fight back a moan when your hooves reach her hips, going one more step forward and reaching her luscious flank. You break from the kiss, if only to breathe, before going back into it. Aloe herself is a wonderful, scandalous indulgence; to do something that was so dishonest, like cheating on Lotus with her sister and getting away with it sends shudders of filthy pleasure through you. Or maybe that’s because you’re stroking a sensual hoof-full of her round, pink haunch. Her body writhes in delight, her hips suggestively pressing up against your own. Your muffled cry of yearning says it all; you cannot bear it any longer, and neither can your urges! Breaking the enchanting kiss from Aloe once more, you ready yourself into position over her; she promised you would have the ride of your life, and that is exactly what you’re about to- “Wait.” What the-? Aloe’s hoof pushes against your chest, pushing you away slightly. While her face is still blushing a bright red, her expression is serious. “Before we go any further, are you really willing to go through with this? Considering what you‘re doing to Lotus?” “Shh,” you whisper calmly, “She’ll never find out.” With that, you pull her outstretched hoof away and take another short, delicious kiss from her. She pushes you back again. “And you honestly have no regrets about this-?” You answer before she even finishes, “None whatsoever, don‘t you worry,” your hoof, as seductively as possible, works its way up the inside of her thigh. “Now about this ride-of-my-life you mentioned-” Suddenly, her rear legs thump into your stomach, kicking you off the bed entirely. “Oof!” Clutching your belly, it takes a moment for you to regain your breath after the sudden strike. “Wha- what the heck are you-?” the intense look of disgust on Aloe’s face shuts you up before you say anything else. “No regrets whatsoever, huh?” she sneers venomously. You get the rising feeling that you may have just done a grievous mistake. “Cheating on a sweet pony like my sister, who was willing to give you her heart?!” “H-hey! You came onto me first!” you splutter defensively, “A-and you said Lotus would never know!” “I was testing you, idiot! A test that you failed!” she growls, “And I didn‘t say she wouldn‘t know; I said I wouldn‘t tell her.” You let out a cry of frustration when you realise what you just fell for; “And you’d better not tell her! Do you have any idea what she‘d think of me if she found out about this?!” “I don‘t know, should we ask her?” Aloe‘s head turns toward the wardrobe as she speaks, “What do you think, Lotus?” You feel a scream on the inside when the wardrobe’s door creaks open, revealing a pony with two blue, tear-stained eyes, a pink mane and tail, and a coat of blue. A pony who saw the whole thing unfold before her… oh shit. Oh shit! “L-Lotus!” you try not to look her in the eyes as she lividly stamps towards you. “I-I can explain! Aloe told me you were at the spa tonight so-” Smack! A flash of white blinds you as her hoof connects with your cheekbone. Before you can gather your wits, she picks you up by the shoulders and slams your back into the nearest wall, pinning you there with her fore-hooves. “What in the Princesses’ names were you thinking?!” Lotus screams, “I thought I finally found somepony who cared about more than just sex! But as usual, I’m proven wrong! Again!” “Lotus, please!” you beg, “Why is this happening? Why did you set me up like this? What were you even trying to prove?” After a moment, her anger changes, eventually replaced by a look of sheer disappointment. She looks back to her sister Aloe, then back at you, before releasing her grip. “We’re just… doing what we always do.” Lotus explains, “Everypony just likes us for our looks! They think that just because we’re attractive and work in a spa, it means we’re some kind of pleasure toy and nothing else. But we’re so much more than that!” “A few years ago, Lotus had her heart broken by somepony who was actually trying to cheat on her with me,” Aloe steps in, “I refused, Lotus found out about him, and they split. Since then, we put any new boyfriends through this test, to make sure Lotus actually finds somepony who‘s faithful to her. And vice-versa, of course, she does it whenever I get close to somepony. We‘re sisters, we look after each other.” You turn desperately to Lotus, watching as her love for you slips away. “I’m sorry,” you choke, “I really am.” “Save it,” she blinks away a fresh wave of her tears, “This will hurt me far more than it’ll hurt you. You‘re not the stallion I‘m looking for.” This can’t be happening! It’s all going so fast, your heart breaking, and nothing you could do to save it, “Lotus, please, no!” “It’s over between us.” Mournfully, she raises a hoof, pointing at the door. “I don‘t think I have to tell you about your permanent spa ban either. Just… go. And never come back.” And that’s it. Your heart lies broken due to your own foolish, lust-driven mistakes. You’d protest, if you knew you wouldn’t break down from trying to talk. With the weight of your guilt, your pain, your fault heavy in your stomach, you take the slow trot of shame out of the door, and out of their lives. Looking back towards them for the last time, one fact sticks out like a piercing thorn; You will never see Lotus’ face - or Aloe’s - ever again. (Spoiler: Ouch, you got the bad ending. At least you’ve learned a valuable lesson; be thankful for what love you have, be it friends or something more special. Don‘t put friends’ or lover‘s emotions at risk to serve yourself, and for Celestia’s sake, don’t try to have sex with their sister.) - Crowley Choice: LotusNOTE: You have chosen to stay faithful to Lotus. Your head is spinning with questions. There are only two things that stand out to you - Aloe, lying suggestively on her bed, awaiting your answer, and the door, which you could simply walk out of and never speak of this awkward moment again. You’d like to think this is a difficult choice, seeing as you would be turning down a whole night of pleasure, but deep down, you know this is the easiest decision in the world. You slide off her bed, placing your hooves on the floor, “Sorry Aloe. This isn’t right.” you shake your head apologetically, “I can’t hurt Lotus like that. Even if she never finds out, I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself.” Aloe hesitates for a moment, showing off a brief look of surprise, possibly even offence, before she picks herself up from her lying position. “Are you sure? You‘re honestly going to just turn me down? Really?” “We already kissed once, Aloe, and I feel bad enough for that already!” you argue back, “I admit you‘re attractive, hot even! But I can‘t pick you over Lotus.” You take a deep breath, knowing exactly what you’re about to say. Knowing exactly how true it is. “I love her, and I‘m not gonna risk losing that.” Looking back at her, you can’t help but think something isn’t right; why is she smiling after being refused? “You know what?” Aloe says with a faint beam, sliding herself off the bed, “I think you’re just the one she’s been looking for all this time.” “Huh?” “I think you and Lotus are really meant to be together. She’s always wanted somepony who was actually faithful,” she silkily saunters over to her wardrobe, and gives it a delicate knock with her hoof, “What you do think, sister? Would you say he‘s the right one for you?” You figure out what’s happening before the wardrobe door even creaks open; the familiar, blue coated mare just stands there in its doorway, her face sullen and wordless, her eyes directed at the floor. She saw the whole thing. Heard every word. The seconds crawl by as she trots silently, sadly towards you. Her eyes pick up from the floor to meet yours, with the telltale glint of somepony’s eyes starting to water. Wordlessly, her fore-hooves wrap around you in a slight embrace as she buries her face into the curve of your neck. Your hooves pick themselves off the floor, and awkwardly hug her in return. “Did you mean it?” her words come out as a muffle, “When you said you loved me?” Her hug tightens as she speaks, but a soft squeeze is all she can muster. You gently squeeze back. “I meant it all, Lotus.” you release your grip from her, and look into her eyes. The tears flow freely down her cheeks, but they’re not tears of sorrow. Not when she’s smiling so. “You know how much I love you, even without… well… this.” You gesture outwards, pointing out the whole situation. “You didn’t need some silly test to prove that.” “Sorry,” she whispers, “I just wanted to know for sure. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” She then leans toward you, pushing her lips against your own as you hold her. A kiss that felt familiar to you. A kiss that felt right. “Um, do you two want me to leave?” Aloe’s voice breaks the ambience. You look up from your heart-warming moment to realise you’re still in Aloe’s room. “It’s alright, We‘ll leave you be now,” Lotus tells her sister, “Thank you for your help, but I think my boyfriend and I rather be in my room,” you feel a soft, blue hoof reach out to stroke the side of your face, “I believe we have some… making up to do.” ******* Lotus’ room is lit only by her bedside lamp. The room itself is clean and organised, with only one thing that needed adding to make the scene perfect; you and her. She gently guides you to the centre of her room, pushing you onto her neatly made bed’s sheets. She tells you to lie down on your belly. Who are you to argue? As soon as you are comfortable, her experienced hooves press into your upper spine, massaging and kneading the pressure points of your back. Her touch is firm, yet perfectly placed, reminding you of why you fell in love with her in the first place. You sigh contently with each knead, each push, each stroke she makes as she works her way down your back. She knows just how you like it. The night flows by peacefully, blissfully, until you feel her shift from behind you. You tilt your head slightly to look, only to see her on top of you, her hips enticingly close to yours as she presses your back with both fore- hooves. The little tension that remains in your back drains away with a faint crack. The warmth of her body covers you as she leans forward, and starts to work on the back of your neck, between your crest and withers. You can never be sure whether it’s because of your affection for Lotus, or maybe it’s the way she does it, but you never accept massages from anyone else. Not even her twin was capable to doing it quite like her. The worries from your encounter with Aloe melt away as Lotus does what she does best. You’d return the favour if you were a masseuse like her, yet deep down, after all that’s happened, your love for her is the greatest gift you can bring. Speaking of love… You turn yourself over, interrupting the massage, and bring yourself face to face with her. Lotus keeps her balance on top of you, her forelegs resting over each of your shoulders. Your lightly hold her with your own fore-hooves, bringing her face closer to your own. She pushes herself forward, lowering into a kiss that warms you from the inside. You know the taste that teases you from behind her lips; sweet, yet strong. You find yourself caught off-guard when you feel Lotus’ tongue pressing against your lips; usually it’s you who takes that step forward. Either way, you’re more than happy to let her in. Your tongues dance that romantic, well-practiced routine you’ve come to know and love, this time with a slight difference. Lotus feels like she‘s building up to something. Something special. When she wraps her bedcovers around you both, you realise the treat you‘re in store for. You’ve been dating Lotus for exactly six months, but not once has she gone this far with you. Tonight, you proved how faithful you are to her, turning down the sultry advances of her sister. You proved to her that you were in the relationship for love, rather than just sex. And love is exactly what you’re going to make with her. Right now. Her silky hoof traces its way down your body, past your ribs, your stomach, until it brushes against something very personal of yours. Something personal and rapidly growing with a steady throb. Even more so when she rhythmically caresses it with her massage-experienced hooves. You let loose a few short, quiet moans between kisses, revealing to her how much pleasure you were gaining from this; a lot. Lotus had always said she’d never done anything like this before, but for a knowledgeable masseuse like her, it probably wasn’t difficult to get the hang of. Your breath quickens as the minutes pass, along with the mounting pressure within your sensitive, solid rod. Her hooves work their way up your shaft, before feverishly rubbing your twitching tip. You barely manage to turn your cries of arousal into words. “L-Lotus, I’m c- ah! W- wait!” She halts her fine work, just before you find it too much to take. You manage to pull yourself back from the brink, save for a single warm bead that trickles down you. After taking a small moment to catch your breath and steady your nerves, you rearrange your position with Lotus, lying on top of her, your hips readied against hers. You give her an enquiring glance. She nods. Go for it. Her blush deepens as you slide in, her sighs gratefully panting in time with your rhythm. Over time, her hips begin to move with your own, both you and her raising the pace of each thrust. The sounds escaping from her lips grow louder and louder; you try your best not to let them overcome you, as you make the night last as long as you can. After a while - you can’t tell how long - you look up to see how Lotus is faring. Your partner seems lost in her own ecstasy, her moaning reaching a climax as she writhes. Before long, you start to break too, driving yourself into her, faster, deeper, your lust directing your every action. Lotus’ back arches as a wave of pleasure ripples through her. You feel your shaft getting warmer and slipperier from within her as she shivers from her release. Your body reaches its limit - a few thrusts later and the orgasm hits you like a crash, jarring your senses as you burst inside her. You begin to feel yourself drain, the exhaustion finally catching up on you. Your heart racing from the experience, you lie down next to your lover, who holds you in her blue hooves. You both remain in her bed, catching your breath, enjoying each other’s body heat. She didn’t need words to convey her next message, but a gentle nuzzle and a satisfied sigh as you both lie there together, waiting for your tiredness to lull you into a slumber, ending your perfect night. You’re the stallion she‘s been waiting for. (Congrats, you got the good ending! It just goes to show that being a nice guy will always have the best outcome in the end. Oh! And you have a massage fetish now, by the way.) - Crowley Part 1 “Hello and welcome to the Ponyville Spa, how can I help you?” “I’ll have my girlfriend and a kiss from her, thanks.” The earth pony quizzically looks up from her clipboard when she hears your unusual request, but lights up with a smile when she sees exactly who the customer is. You’ve been friends with Aloe for quite some time. She was with a coat of soft pink, and a sleek, light blue mane to match her tail. Bright blue eyes smile at you as she gives her usual enthusiastic greeting to spa guests like yourself. It’s nice to have friends who are easy on the eyes, even through your friendship with her is purely platonic. Just friends with this beauty, and nothing more. Her sister, on the other hoof… “How are you, my friend?” she cheerily asks in the thick accent her family carried all the way from Stalliongrad, “Lotus is just finishing with her last clients before lunch break, she’ll be surprised to see you paying a visit during her work hours!” “Hey, it’s a pretty special day for us, you know,” you explain, “today’s our sixth month together, so it’s worth taking the holiday off work for her.” “Six months already?” for a moment, Aloe doubles back slightly, as if just remembering something important. “Time really flies, doesn’t it? Why, it seems like just yesterday you were slapping the tar out of that ruffian who asked Lotus for a ‘happy ending’…” You laugh, thinking back to that day; you were recommended by a friend to go for a spa trip, something to ease your way into Ponyville’s community while searching for your ideal job in the town, not to mention relieve your house-moving stresses. And sure, while you were there, massages were given, words were spoken by a rather lecherous (and possibly drunk) patron to one of the kind herbal bath attendants, and in a minor fit of ire, partially induced by your stresses at the time, you unleashed a rally of hoof-slaps to his depraved face. Of course, you noticed how much bigger he was compared to you after slapping him, but before he could rearrange your teeth, the insulted bath attendant herself stepped in and flung him right out of the door. Given the surprising amount of strength she used when provoked, it was quite possible that she caused more damage to him than you did. A few trips later and you were speaking to Lotus, the one you “saved”, on a regular basis. It started with you talking about little things you both had in common, then one thing led to another and, well, here you are now, six months down the line with her as your girlfriend, and practically one with her Spa-running family. Of course, you had your own job to attend to elsewhere in Ponyville at that point, but your boss didn’t mind giving you today off. The door to the herbal bath room swings open, bringing your mind back to current events. Out trotted two unicorns, a dazzling white mare that you recognised as a regular customer to the spa, and a stallion who seemed to be her companion. You’re not one for listening in to conversation, but you could easily hear the male murmur thanks to his fabulous female friend. Not that it mattered. Following them is the jewel of a pony you’ve been dying to see all day - Lotus in all of her glory, her blue coat glistening from the fine droplets of condensation; she’s been working in the steam rooms, hot baths and saunas today. Her pink mane is held in place by a simple, white headband, and her matching tail swishes in mild surprise as her blue eyes make contact with yours. Looks like your visit’s paying off already. “My goodness, what are you doing here out of work?” she asks as she trots over to greet you, “I’m pleased to see you, of course, but is everything alright-?” You deliver a swift kiss to her luxurious lips, cutting her off - you’d never turn down the chance to pinch a taste from her - before gently pulling her into a hug and explaining; “Happy six-month dating anniversary, sweetheart!” you chirp, “I’ve taken today off work to see you; and I’m sure Aloe won’t mind if you join me, right?” You back out of the hug and look into Lotus’ blue eyes… only to find her with a spaced out, serious expression. “Um… s-six months?” she says uneasily, before flashing a glance over to her pink sister. For a moment, the two stare at each other in that odd, silent acknowledgment twins seem to have - that peculiar way they seem to talk to each other without uttering a single word. Then suddenly; “Ah, of course! Our sixth month together!” Lotus bursts out, “I’d, um, I’d forgotten all about it, I’m so sorry!” “That’s okay, as long as we have the rest of the day together.” you say reassuringly. “We can go wherever you like, Canterlot, Manehattan, maybe just somewhere in Ponyville; you name it, we‘ll go there.” “Actually, if it’s all the same to you,” she says softly, “could we save this for tonight instead?” “Huh? You mean you want to stay at the spa? But what about today? Why can‘t we-?” “Now, now, I still want to have fun and celebrate with you…” she smiles, warmly nuzzling up to you, “but I think we’re at that stage in our relationship for the kind of fun that’s best saved for tonight.” “Really? What kind of fun do you-?” and then it dawns on you. “Oh.” You share an awkward chuckle with her, before she turns back towards the herbal bath room, “Come to our house this evening, give me some time to get ready after my last shift today,” Lotus coos, “in the meantime, you should go home yourself and get… prepared.” And then she was gone, leaving both you and Aloe to yourselves. Did Lotus mean what you thought she did? That tonight you and her are finally going to..? “Lucky colt,” Aloe says nonchalantly, regarding your dropped jaw, “you’re in for an interesting night.” Picking said jaw up from the floor, you say your goodbyes to your pink friend and make your way back home, with a hundred different scenarios playing out in your head. “You’re in for an interesting night.”
Part 2Knock knock knock. You stand outside the door to Lotus and Aloe’s house, nervously running a hoof through your twice-washed, thrice-brushed mane. You had spent the rest of today in your bathroom, looking as clean and presentable as possible, even more so when you remember doing something similar that morning before visiting them at the spa. Part of you keeps thinking how silly it is to be so nervous, since you’ve been dating her for half a year now, but if tonight really is the night you and Lotus are finally going all the way… You snap out of your daydream when the door creaks open, and you find yourself face-to-face, not with your girlfriend, but with her pink-coated sister Aloe. “Hi there, come right in! Lotus is waiting for you!” You follow silently, trying to hide the confusion of seeing Aloe at this time; why on earth would she be here if you’re about to have the most important and intimate time you’ve ever had with Lotus? “Hey Lotus, I’m here!” you call out, hoping to hear her voice cheerfully reply. No answer. “Lotus?” You turn to Aloe, “Is she in her room or something?” “Actually, she’s in my room, not hers.” she explains, “She wants you to help her with something in there first. After you!” You hardly have time to wonder what’s going on before Aloe’s beckoning you upstairs to her room. With a quick knock letting Lotus know you‘re there, you open her sister’s bedroom door and… “Aloe?” you ask with increasing uncertainty, “Where is she?” Aloe’s room is similar to Lotus’; a queen-sized bed in the centre of it, the colours of pink and white with a blue trim, much like Aloe herself. Around the rest of the room stands a simple wardrobe - no doubt containing outfits for special occasions - and a cosmetics table, complete with a large, round mirror. But no Lotus. Slam! You turn back to leave, just in time to see the door slam shut. Aloe’s face suddenly looked a lot deeper pink than usual, as she saunters over to you… “Lotus is staying at the spa tonight,” she says, “It’s her turn to help the cleaning staff get ready for tomorrow, since they’ve been falling behind lately.” By this point, she’s uncomfortably close. You try to take a few steps away from her, before making contact with the bed behind you. “She won’t be back for several hours, at least,” Aloe continues, drawing nearer and nearer, “that means it’s just you and me.” “What?! Why isn‘t she here, what the heck are y-? Hey!” Her fore-hooves swiftly wrap around your equine shoulders, closing the gap between your face and hers, your face suddenly awash in the warmth of her sweet breath. Out of panic, you try to pull back further from her, but that only succeeds in tripping over her bed, landing belly-up on the covers. Before you can even pick yourself up, Aloe is already lying on top of you, her body pinning you down. Your few seconds of struggle are cut short when her lips push up against yours. “Aloe, stop-!” It was a bad time to have your mouth open to talk; Aloe took full advantage, invading your mouth with her tongue. Instantly, you crane your neck back to get away, trying to throw her off, but she persists. Her hot tongue explores the inside of your mouth, finding your own tongue and seductively coercing it to play. She tastes almost exactly like Lotus as you remember her, only sweeter, like somepony added an extra lump of sugar to her taste. You try to shout out against her advances; “No,” But it comes out more as a groan of forbidden pleasure. Eventually you recover enough space between the two of you, placing your hooves firmly against her chest and pushing, prying her off you. She falls away, lying next to you on the bed. Pulling yourself up, you try to clear away the dizzy feeling of what you just did. That terrible, amazing thing. “Do you mind telling me what the heck that was about?!” you ask, once you had caught your breath. “Well, Lotus did promise something tonight,” Aloe clarifies with a smirk, “Just because she’s not here to give it, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it, right? Besides, it‘s all happening in my room.” she leans toward you, and whispers in your ear, “She never comes in here. And I certainly won‘t tell her.” You hold Aloe still by her shoulders, trying your best not to sway under the charm of her blue eyes. “How long have you felt this way about me?” “Does it matter?” she gently replies, brushing your hooves away, “We’re alone here, with plenty of time to savour.” “I just don’t understand, Aloe. Why now, in all the time I‘ve known you? “Oh, don’t pretend I haven’t noticed,” she gives you a knowing look, “I’m her sister after all. I know you and Lotus have been close, but you’ve never been able to… go all the way with her. But you’ve been with her for so long, and it’s clearly become a commitment.” As you open your mouth to reply, she simply raises a hoof to cut you off. “I’m just giving you an option here. Before you wind up in a potentially… unexciting relationship, I can give you the ride of your life, right here, right now, and she‘ll be none the wiser. Or you can just walk out, and we’ll never speak of this again. It’s totally your choice.” And there you have it; on one hoof, your friend Aloe, your girlfriend’s sister, freely offering herself to you - something Lotus hasn’t done during the whole time you’ve been dating her. And she’s lying right there, ready for you. Nopony else to walk in on you. Nopony else to witness the scandalous act. On the other hoof, Lotus, the girl you met through almost fairytale circumstances, the one you’ve been dating, nuzzling, hugging, kissing and dreaming about this past half-year. The mare who is no doubt thinking of you as she tends to her family’s spa. Your faithful, your special somepony. Remain loyal to Lotus, or cheat on her with Aloe. Choose. NOTE: The next two chapters are NOT actually chapters. They are alternate endings. Chapter 3 follows the path where you agree with Aloe, and accept her sexual offer. Chapter 4, however, follows the path where you refuse to cheat on your girlfriend, Lotus. So, readers, which route will you take? Pick only one. The choice is yours.
Choice: AloeNOTE: You have chosen to cheat with Aloe. You lie back down next to Aloe, staring at the ceiling. Not once have you never had to make such a strange and risky decision in your life. The pounding of your heart can be heard in your ears; perhaps the sound is drowning out your common sense. Your head turns to Aloe, lying down next to you. Her soft, tempting body is outstretched across the bed, allowing you to take in her velvety pink coat, her supple legs, her fine bodily curves. Shuffling over to her, you find yourself lying face-to-face with her regal, blue eyes. The scent of her sugary breath teases you as you speak. “Just this one chance, Aloe?” “Only for tonight.” “We’re going to go all the way?” She nods, “The ride of your life.” “And Lotus isn’t going to know about this?” “I won‘t say a word to her.” Your hoof finds itself caressing Aloe’s face as you slowly draw closer to her. Wordlessly, your lips brush against hers. Her mouth opens in response, leaving a gap for your tongue to cautiously slip through. A second later, and both of your tongues become engaged in a wet, forbidden dance of pleasure, a pleasure that caused your heart to beat faster, your blood to flow lower. You roll over while your lips are still locked with hers, finding yourself on top of her. From her face, your hooves slide downwards, caressing her soft neck, and past the gentle rising and falling of her chest. You try to fight back a moan when your hooves reach her hips, going one more step forward and reaching her luscious flank. You break from the kiss, if only to breathe, before going back into it. Aloe herself is a wonderful, scandalous indulgence; to do something that was so dishonest, like cheating on Lotus with her sister and getting away with it sends shudders of filthy pleasure through you. Or maybe that’s because you’re stroking a sensual hoof-full of her round, pink haunch. Her body writhes in delight, her hips suggestively pressing up against your own. Your muffled cry of yearning says it all; you cannot bear it any longer, and neither can your urges! Breaking the enchanting kiss from Aloe once more, you ready yourself into position over her; she promised you would have the ride of your life, and that is exactly what you’re about to- “Wait.” What the-? Aloe’s hoof pushes against your chest, pushing you away slightly. While her face is still blushing a bright red, her expression is serious. “Before we go any further, are you really willing to go through with this? Considering what you‘re doing to Lotus?” “Shh,” you whisper calmly, “She’ll never find out.” With that, you pull her outstretched hoof away and take another short, delicious kiss from her. She pushes you back again. “And you honestly have no regrets about this-?” You answer before she even finishes, “None whatsoever, don‘t you worry,” your hoof, as seductively as possible, works its way up the inside of her thigh. “Now about this ride-of-my-life you mentioned-” Suddenly, her rear legs thump into your stomach, kicking you off the bed entirely. “Oof!” Clutching your belly, it takes a moment for you to regain your breath after the sudden strike. “Wha- what the heck are you-?” the intense look of disgust on Aloe’s face shuts you up before you say anything else. “No regrets whatsoever, huh?” she sneers venomously. You get the rising feeling that you may have just done a grievous mistake. “Cheating on a sweet pony like my sister, who was willing to give you her heart?!” “H-hey! You came onto me first!” you splutter defensively, “A-and you said Lotus would never know!” “I was testing you, idiot! A test that you failed!” she growls, “And I didn‘t say she wouldn‘t know; I said I wouldn‘t tell her.” You let out a cry of frustration when you realise what you just fell for; “And you’d better not tell her! Do you have any idea what she‘d think of me if she found out about this?!” “I don‘t know, should we ask her?” Aloe‘s head turns toward the wardrobe as she speaks, “What do you think, Lotus?” You feel a scream on the inside when the wardrobe’s door creaks open, revealing a pony with two blue, tear-stained eyes, a pink mane and tail, and a coat of blue. A pony who saw the whole thing unfold before her… oh shit. Oh shit! “L-Lotus!” you try not to look her in the eyes as she lividly stamps towards you. “I-I can explain! Aloe told me you were at the spa tonight so-” Smack! A flash of white blinds you as her hoof connects with your cheekbone. Before you can gather your wits, she picks you up by the shoulders and slams your back into the nearest wall, pinning you there with her fore-hooves. “What in the Princesses’ names were you thinking?!” Lotus screams, “I thought I finally found somepony who cared about more than just sex! But as usual, I’m proven wrong! Again!” “Lotus, please!” you beg, “Why is this happening? Why did you set me up like this? What were you even trying to prove?” After a moment, her anger changes, eventually replaced by a look of sheer disappointment. She looks back to her sister Aloe, then back at you, before releasing her grip. “We’re just… doing what we always do.” Lotus explains, “Everypony just likes us for our looks! They think that just because we’re attractive and work in a spa, it means we’re some kind of pleasure toy and nothing else. But we’re so much more than that!” “A few years ago, Lotus had her heart broken by somepony who was actually trying to cheat on her with me,” Aloe steps in, “I refused, Lotus found out about him, and they split. Since then, we put any new boyfriends through this test, to make sure Lotus actually finds somepony who‘s faithful to her. And vice-versa, of course, she does it whenever I get close to somepony. We‘re sisters, we look after each other.” You turn desperately to Lotus, watching as her love for you slips away. “I’m sorry,” you choke, “I really am.” “Save it,” she blinks away a fresh wave of her tears, “This will hurt me far more than it’ll hurt you. You‘re not the stallion I‘m looking for.” This can’t be happening! It’s all going so fast, your heart breaking, and nothing you could do to save it, “Lotus, please, no!” “It’s over between us.” Mournfully, she raises a hoof, pointing at the door. “I don‘t think I have to tell you about your permanent spa ban either. Just… go. And never come back.” And that’s it. Your heart lies broken due to your own foolish, lust-driven mistakes. You’d protest, if you knew you wouldn’t break down from trying to talk. With the weight of your guilt, your pain, your fault heavy in your stomach, you take the slow trot of shame out of the door, and out of their lives. Looking back towards them for the last time, one fact sticks out like a piercing thorn; You will never see Lotus’ face - or Aloe’s - ever again. (Spoiler: Ouch, you got the bad ending. At least you’ve learned a valuable lesson; be thankful for what love you have, be it friends or something more special. Don‘t put friends’ or lover‘s emotions at risk to serve yourself, and for Celestia’s sake, don’t try to have sex with their sister.) - Crowley
Choice: LotusNOTE: You have chosen to stay faithful to Lotus. Your head is spinning with questions. There are only two things that stand out to you - Aloe, lying suggestively on her bed, awaiting your answer, and the door, which you could simply walk out of and never speak of this awkward moment again. You’d like to think this is a difficult choice, seeing as you would be turning down a whole night of pleasure, but deep down, you know this is the easiest decision in the world. You slide off her bed, placing your hooves on the floor, “Sorry Aloe. This isn’t right.” you shake your head apologetically, “I can’t hurt Lotus like that. Even if she never finds out, I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself.” Aloe hesitates for a moment, showing off a brief look of surprise, possibly even offence, before she picks herself up from her lying position. “Are you sure? You‘re honestly going to just turn me down? Really?” “We already kissed once, Aloe, and I feel bad enough for that already!” you argue back, “I admit you‘re attractive, hot even! But I can‘t pick you over Lotus.” You take a deep breath, knowing exactly what you’re about to say. Knowing exactly how true it is. “I love her, and I‘m not gonna risk losing that.” Looking back at her, you can’t help but think something isn’t right; why is she smiling after being refused? “You know what?” Aloe says with a faint beam, sliding herself off the bed, “I think you’re just the one she’s been looking for all this time.” “Huh?” “I think you and Lotus are really meant to be together. She’s always wanted somepony who was actually faithful,” she silkily saunters over to her wardrobe, and gives it a delicate knock with her hoof, “What you do think, sister? Would you say he‘s the right one for you?” You figure out what’s happening before the wardrobe door even creaks open; the familiar, blue coated mare just stands there in its doorway, her face sullen and wordless, her eyes directed at the floor. She saw the whole thing. Heard every word. The seconds crawl by as she trots silently, sadly towards you. Her eyes pick up from the floor to meet yours, with the telltale glint of somepony’s eyes starting to water. Wordlessly, her fore-hooves wrap around you in a slight embrace as she buries her face into the curve of your neck. Your hooves pick themselves off the floor, and awkwardly hug her in return. “Did you mean it?” her words come out as a muffle, “When you said you loved me?” Her hug tightens as she speaks, but a soft squeeze is all she can muster. You gently squeeze back. “I meant it all, Lotus.” you release your grip from her, and look into her eyes. The tears flow freely down her cheeks, but they’re not tears of sorrow. Not when she’s smiling so. “You know how much I love you, even without… well… this.” You gesture outwards, pointing out the whole situation. “You didn’t need some silly test to prove that.” “Sorry,” she whispers, “I just wanted to know for sure. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” She then leans toward you, pushing her lips against your own as you hold her. A kiss that felt familiar to you. A kiss that felt right. “Um, do you two want me to leave?” Aloe’s voice breaks the ambience. You look up from your heart-warming moment to realise you’re still in Aloe’s room. “It’s alright, We‘ll leave you be now,” Lotus tells her sister, “Thank you for your help, but I think my boyfriend and I rather be in my room,” you feel a soft, blue hoof reach out to stroke the side of your face, “I believe we have some… making up to do.” ******* Lotus’ room is lit only by her bedside lamp. The room itself is clean and organised, with only one thing that needed adding to make the scene perfect; you and her. She gently guides you to the centre of her room, pushing you onto her neatly made bed’s sheets. She tells you to lie down on your belly. Who are you to argue? As soon as you are comfortable, her experienced hooves press into your upper spine, massaging and kneading the pressure points of your back. Her touch is firm, yet perfectly placed, reminding you of why you fell in love with her in the first place. You sigh contently with each knead, each push, each stroke she makes as she works her way down your back. She knows just how you like it. The night flows by peacefully, blissfully, until you feel her shift from behind you. You tilt your head slightly to look, only to see her on top of you, her hips enticingly close to yours as she presses your back with both fore- hooves. The little tension that remains in your back drains away with a faint crack. The warmth of her body covers you as she leans forward, and starts to work on the back of your neck, between your crest and withers. You can never be sure whether it’s because of your affection for Lotus, or maybe it’s the way she does it, but you never accept massages from anyone else. Not even her twin was capable to doing it quite like her. The worries from your encounter with Aloe melt away as Lotus does what she does best. You’d return the favour if you were a masseuse like her, yet deep down, after all that’s happened, your love for her is the greatest gift you can bring. Speaking of love… You turn yourself over, interrupting the massage, and bring yourself face to face with her. Lotus keeps her balance on top of you, her forelegs resting over each of your shoulders. Your lightly hold her with your own fore-hooves, bringing her face closer to your own. She pushes herself forward, lowering into a kiss that warms you from the inside. You know the taste that teases you from behind her lips; sweet, yet strong. You find yourself caught off-guard when you feel Lotus’ tongue pressing against your lips; usually it’s you who takes that step forward. Either way, you’re more than happy to let her in. Your tongues dance that romantic, well-practiced routine you’ve come to know and love, this time with a slight difference. Lotus feels like she‘s building up to something. Something special. When she wraps her bedcovers around you both, you realise the treat you‘re in store for. You’ve been dating Lotus for exactly six months, but not once has she gone this far with you. Tonight, you proved how faithful you are to her, turning down the sultry advances of her sister. You proved to her that you were in the relationship for love, rather than just sex. And love is exactly what you’re going to make with her. Right now. Her silky hoof traces its way down your body, past your ribs, your stomach, until it brushes against something very personal of yours. Something personal and rapidly growing with a steady throb. Even more so when she rhythmically caresses it with her massage-experienced hooves. You let loose a few short, quiet moans between kisses, revealing to her how much pleasure you were gaining from this; a lot. Lotus had always said she’d never done anything like this before, but for a knowledgeable masseuse like her, it probably wasn’t difficult to get the hang of. Your breath quickens as the minutes pass, along with the mounting pressure within your sensitive, solid rod. Her hooves work their way up your shaft, before feverishly rubbing your twitching tip. You barely manage to turn your cries of arousal into words. “L-Lotus, I’m c- ah! W- wait!” She halts her fine work, just before you find it too much to take. You manage to pull yourself back from the brink, save for a single warm bead that trickles down you. After taking a small moment to catch your breath and steady your nerves, you rearrange your position with Lotus, lying on top of her, your hips readied against hers. You give her an enquiring glance. She nods. Go for it. Her blush deepens as you slide in, her sighs gratefully panting in time with your rhythm. Over time, her hips begin to move with your own, both you and her raising the pace of each thrust. The sounds escaping from her lips grow louder and louder; you try your best not to let them overcome you, as you make the night last as long as you can. After a while - you can’t tell how long - you look up to see how Lotus is faring. Your partner seems lost in her own ecstasy, her moaning reaching a climax as she writhes. Before long, you start to break too, driving yourself into her, faster, deeper, your lust directing your every action. Lotus’ back arches as a wave of pleasure ripples through her. You feel your shaft getting warmer and slipperier from within her as she shivers from her release. Your body reaches its limit - a few thrusts later and the orgasm hits you like a crash, jarring your senses as you burst inside her. You begin to feel yourself drain, the exhaustion finally catching up on you. Your heart racing from the experience, you lie down next to your lover, who holds you in her blue hooves. You both remain in her bed, catching your breath, enjoying each other’s body heat. She didn’t need words to convey her next message, but a gentle nuzzle and a satisfied sigh as you both lie there together, waiting for your tiredness to lull you into a slumber, ending your perfect night. You’re the stallion she‘s been waiting for. (Congrats, you got the good ending! It just goes to show that being a nice guy will always have the best outcome in the end. Oh! And you have a massage fetish now, by the way.) - Crowley
Part 1 “Hello and welcome to the Ponyville Spa, how can I help you?” “I’ll have my girlfriend and a kiss from her, thanks.” The earth pony quizzically looks up from her clipboard when she hears your unusual request, but lights up with a smile when she sees exactly who the customer is. You’ve been friends with Aloe for quite some time. She was with a coat of soft pink, and a sleek, light blue mane to match her tail. Bright blue eyes smile at you as she gives her usual enthusiastic greeting to spa guests like yourself. It’s nice to have friends who are easy on the eyes, even through your friendship with her is purely platonic. Just friends with this beauty, and nothing more. Her sister, on the other hoof… “How are you, my friend?” she cheerily asks in the thick accent her family carried all the way from Stalliongrad, “Lotus is just finishing with her last clients before lunch break, she’ll be surprised to see you paying a visit during her work hours!” “Hey, it’s a pretty special day for us, you know,” you explain, “today’s our sixth month together, so it’s worth taking the holiday off work for her.” “Six months already?” for a moment, Aloe doubles back slightly, as if just remembering something important. “Time really flies, doesn’t it? Why, it seems like just yesterday you were slapping the tar out of that ruffian who asked Lotus for a ‘happy ending’…” You laugh, thinking back to that day; you were recommended by a friend to go for a spa trip, something to ease your way into Ponyville’s community while searching for your ideal job in the town, not to mention relieve your house-moving stresses. And sure, while you were there, massages were given, words were spoken by a rather lecherous (and possibly drunk) patron to one of the kind herbal bath attendants, and in a minor fit of ire, partially induced by your stresses at the time, you unleashed a rally of hoof-slaps to his depraved face. Of course, you noticed how much bigger he was compared to you after slapping him, but before he could rearrange your teeth, the insulted bath attendant herself stepped in and flung him right out of the door. Given the surprising amount of strength she used when provoked, it was quite possible that she caused more damage to him than you did. A few trips later and you were speaking to Lotus, the one you “saved”, on a regular basis. It started with you talking about little things you both had in common, then one thing led to another and, well, here you are now, six months down the line with her as your girlfriend, and practically one with her Spa-running family. Of course, you had your own job to attend to elsewhere in Ponyville at that point, but your boss didn’t mind giving you today off. The door to the herbal bath room swings open, bringing your mind back to current events. Out trotted two unicorns, a dazzling white mare that you recognised as a regular customer to the spa, and a stallion who seemed to be her companion. You’re not one for listening in to conversation, but you could easily hear the male murmur thanks to his fabulous female friend. Not that it mattered. Following them is the jewel of a pony you’ve been dying to see all day - Lotus in all of her glory, her blue coat glistening from the fine droplets of condensation; she’s been working in the steam rooms, hot baths and saunas today. Her pink mane is held in place by a simple, white headband, and her matching tail swishes in mild surprise as her blue eyes make contact with yours. Looks like your visit’s paying off already. “My goodness, what are you doing here out of work?” she asks as she trots over to greet you, “I’m pleased to see you, of course, but is everything alright-?” You deliver a swift kiss to her luxurious lips, cutting her off - you’d never turn down the chance to pinch a taste from her - before gently pulling her into a hug and explaining; “Happy six-month dating anniversary, sweetheart!” you chirp, “I’ve taken today off work to see you; and I’m sure Aloe won’t mind if you join me, right?” You back out of the hug and look into Lotus’ blue eyes… only to find her with a spaced out, serious expression. “Um… s-six months?” she says uneasily, before flashing a glance over to her pink sister. For a moment, the two stare at each other in that odd, silent acknowledgment twins seem to have - that peculiar way they seem to talk to each other without uttering a single word. Then suddenly; “Ah, of course! Our sixth month together!” Lotus bursts out, “I’d, um, I’d forgotten all about it, I’m so sorry!” “That’s okay, as long as we have the rest of the day together.” you say reassuringly. “We can go wherever you like, Canterlot, Manehattan, maybe just somewhere in Ponyville; you name it, we‘ll go there.” “Actually, if it’s all the same to you,” she says softly, “could we save this for tonight instead?” “Huh? You mean you want to stay at the spa? But what about today? Why can‘t we-?” “Now, now, I still want to have fun and celebrate with you…” she smiles, warmly nuzzling up to you, “but I think we’re at that stage in our relationship for the kind of fun that’s best saved for tonight.” “Really? What kind of fun do you-?” and then it dawns on you. “Oh.” You share an awkward chuckle with her, before she turns back towards the herbal bath room, “Come to our house this evening, give me some time to get ready after my last shift today,” Lotus coos, “in the meantime, you should go home yourself and get… prepared.” And then she was gone, leaving both you and Aloe to yourselves. Did Lotus mean what you thought she did? That tonight you and her are finally going to..? “Lucky colt,” Aloe says nonchalantly, regarding your dropped jaw, “you’re in for an interesting night.” Picking said jaw up from the floor, you say your goodbyes to your pink friend and make your way back home, with a hundred different scenarios playing out in your head. “You’re in for an interesting night.”
