A Lover's Choice

Knock 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.