Adventure to the Center of Twilight's Freezer
Chapter 1: OR Twilight Sparkle Gets Stuck in an Icebox
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dominate her oh fuck oh goddess goddess yes “Twilight, stand up straighter. Shining, stop rolling your eyes! If I see one more—agh, Celestia dammit!” Nightlight swore as the tripod collapsed and sent the camera tumbling to the floor. Twilight gasped, and around Nightlight a few party-goers chuckled. Velvet cleared her throat, but kept on a smile. “Dear,” she said through her teeth. “Please, watch the language.” “Yeah,” Twilight said. “You can’t say that about Princess Celestia. She’s... she’s Princess Celestia!” “Really?” Shining asked, elbowing his sister. “I never would have guessed—ow!” Shining jumped away and massaged his hind leg. Twilight smirked. “Okay, I think I’ve got it.” Nightlight fiddled with the knobs and buttons on the large camera. The tripod collapsed again, but before the camera could hit the ground, Nightlight caught it. Muttering curses, he just held it to his face. “Smile!” The three Sparkles followed the order, and the camera flash swallowed them in light. Twilight tried to keep focused on the camera, but the flash eventually grew so bright that she had to look away. She shifted her gaze instead to her brother’s face. As the camera went off, he flashed that bright, beautiful smile of his. That smile lived in Twilight’s dreams, could turn her into a puddle with just one look. She felt a breath catch in her throat—and along with it came an idea. No, less than an idea. An instinct. Between pictures, Twilight turned back to her father. Out of the camera’s sight, she lifted a hoof and laid it on Shining’s balls. His meaty sack was warm against her hoof. She moved her hoof around, savoring the way the soft flesh moved. They stood against a wall, behind their mother, so she knew no one would see. Even so, what she wouldn’t give to kneel down right now and go back to licking his balls, to suck them until he went hard. She could keep massaging them as she swallowed his cock, as she drank every drop of his jizz. “Twilight, Shining!” Nightlight snapped. “Stop making ugly faces!” It took Twilight a moment to realize her face had melted into a slack-jawed grin, making her look more like a panting dog than a pony. Next to her, Shining had a long frown across his flushed face. “Oh, they’re just having fun,” Velvet said. “Making weird faces in pictures is all the rage these days. I read an article about it!” Nightlight rolled his eyes, but said, “Fine.” He put the camera down and slapped a hoof against it a few times. “Now I just have to figure out how to get the pictures out of this thing...” “We have to develop the film,” Velvet said. Nightlight stared. “Oh, just let me have it." Velvet jumped up and rushed over to her husband. As Velvet showed Nightlight how to take out the film—he refused to listen, claiming that technology was sending everypony to Tartarus—she glanced at her children and said, “Stay out of trouble, you two. And go talk to Mrs. Petunia! She looks lonely.” “Sure, Mom,” Twilight said. She turned and tried to walk off—but before she could take a step, Shining stamped a hoof down on her tail, forcing her to fall onto her rear. “What the hay do you think you’re doing?” he hissed into her ear. His voice shook. “I know what I’d like to be doing,” Twilight said with a wink. The pink in Shining’s cheeks turned to crimson. Chuckling, Twilight flicked her tail against his nose and sauntered away. She waited until she was halfway across the room to glance over her shoulder and make sure that Shining was following. Sure enough, there he was, stomping after her with an incredibly sexy scowl stretched across his face. Twilight threw him another wink, and that just made him go redder. They passed through a doorway into a room that wasn’t so populated. She scanned the room, looking for—There! “Twilight,” she heard Shining say. She quickened her pace, headed for another doorway. When she reached it she stopped, sat down, and waited for her brother to arrive. He leaned into her, pushing his face close to hers. “We need to talk.” “I’d love to talk,” Twilight said. She flicked her eyes upwards. “But first...” Shining followed her gaze, up to the sprig of mistletoe that hung above them. “What are you... oh. Oh—” Twilight leapt forward and kissed her brother. He went stock-still at her touch, but that didn’t stop Twilight from grabbing his neck, nibbling at his soft lips. His musky scent surrounded her, and heat bloomed through her chest. She leaned in into the kiss, standing on her hind hooves. With a growl, Shining pushed her away, and she fell back onto her rear. “Stop!” he said in a strangled yelp. He tossed his head from side to side, looking for anypony who had witnessed their tryst. “We’re in public! Do you know what would happen if anypony saw us?” “Well, yeah, but—whatever!” Twilight touched his hoof. “It was just a kiss. It’s nothing!” “Your ‘nothing’ is gonna get us in big trouble,” Shining said, snatching his hoof away. “You were fine with it back in the hallway.” “That was different! Nopony was around!” Shining shook his head. “We can’t do stuff like this where everypony can see. I mean, what would Mom and Dad say? What would Celestia say?” Twilight was taken aback for a moment, but soon sneered. “Are you really worried about them? Or are you worried about Cadance?” “Did someone say my name?” Both siblings jumped at the sound of Cadance’s voice. The young princess trotted towards them, a jeweled saddle resting upon her back. She grinned at them both, and offered Shining a quick peck on the cheek. “Sorry I’m late,” she said. “How are my two favorite unicorns doing?” Twilight glared. With a huff, she flipped her hair and walked away. “What’s with her?” she heard Cadance ask as she left. Shining sighed. “It’s a long story.” As soon as she knew she was out of sight, Twilight broke into a sprint, running until she reached the living room. She trudged through the crowd, hooves dragging along the carpet, before collapsing into the couch. The party bustled around her, but laying there on the couch, Twilight felt a million miles away. No one looked at her—no one seemed to even realize she was there. Every emotion in her raged; anger and sadness crashed together, melding into some strange sea of nausea. She held a pillow close to her chest and clenched her teeth, trying to ignore the stinging in her eyes. Shining eyed the glass bottle in front of him warily. “Cadance, sweetie—are you sure about this?” “Shiny.” Cadance leveled him with a steady stare. “Do I look unsure to you?” “Well, no, but...” Shining took a deep breath, then glanced around the kitchen to make sure they were alone. “I’m pretty sure this is illegal.” “Illegal? I’m a Princess, Shiny. Everything I do is legal.” “Giving alcohol to minors is legal?” Cadance blinked. “Okay, no, maybe not. But we’ve been looking forward to this for weeks!” She popped open her bottle. “This is Auntie Celestia’s personal spiced apple cider, fresh from Sweet Apple Acres in southern Equestria. Do you know how long it took me to sneak it out from her booze cellar?” She leaned forward. “Do you know how many guards I had to blow?” Shining gripped the bottle so hard it nearly cracked. “What?!” Cadance giggled. “Just kidding.” She wiped her cheek, and for a split-second Shining could have sworn he saw something white on her hoof. “Probably.” Shining tried and failed to smile. “Hah. Very... very funny.” “But wouldn’t that be hot, though?” Cadance asked. She grabbed her bottle and ran her hoof up and down its long, hard exterior. “Just imagine me getting caught stealing booze. I beg the guards not to tell, and they force me to suck them off, and then maybe they call some of their friends and they pin me against a wall and just rut me—” “Sweetie, please.” Shining’s cheeks were tinted green. He swore he could still feel Twilight’s lips on his cock. “Can we maybe not talk about sex right now?” “Huh? Oh, sure...” Cadance furrowed her brows. “What’s wrong? You’re usually so into my fantasy stuff.” “I’m just not in the mood,” Shining said, wringing his hooves. “I think I might have a cold.” “You poor thing!” Cadance said. She patted his hoof. “Don’t worry. I know just the remedy for winter colds.” She pushed his bottle towards him. “A good drink.” Shining took a sharp breath—but, with Cadance’s eyes boring into him, he uncapped his bottle and took a hesitant drink. The cider went down hot, and kept burning even in his stomach. And yet, it tasted... good? Was good fire a thing? He smacked his lips a few times and thought about asking, but eventually decided to just take another drink. “There you go,” Cadance said. “Not so bad, huh?” “No, I guess not.” Shining chuckled. “Still illegal, though.” Cadance placed one hoof over her heart and threw the other into the air. “By the power invested in me as Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, Royal Sovereign of the Nation of Equestria, I declare you pardoned of your crime.” “Really?” Shining asked. “You can just do that?” “I dunno. Maybe?” Cadance bit her lip and leaned into Shining. “But even if I can’t—there’s nothing wrong with getting punished every once in a while, right?” Shining tried to respond, but before he could get a word out, a familiar tingling warmth surrounded his cock. Feeling himself getting hard for the third time that night, he groaned. “Come on, I thought you promised...” Cadance gave a sheepish grin “Right, sorry. No more sex jokes.” “No, no I meant—” Shining looked up and noticed that Cadance’s horn wasn’t glowing, but the magic on his cock remained. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the feeling. It felt familiar, yeah... but it didn’t feel like Cadance. He looked over Cadance’s shoulder at the doorway. It was there that Twilight sat smirking, her horn alight. Shining almost screamed. Eyes flitting between his two lovers, Shining felt a bead of sweat form on his brow, and a bead of precum form at the tip of his cock. Twilight ran her magic up and down his shaft, jacking him off under the table. Every pulse of her magic came with a pulse of pleasure—pleasure which only turned to fear when he looked at Cadance. “Shiny, you look like you’re about to be sick,” Cadance said, frowning. “Are you sure this is just a cold you have?” “I’m sure,” Shining stammered as Twilight sped up. He shot his little sister a pleading glance, but her smile only grew. Curses rising in his throat, he leaned over and slid a hooftip across his throat, motioning for her to stop. She fondled his balls. “What are you doing?” Cadance turned around and saw Twilight, who just waved. Cadance giggled and waved back. “Twily! I was wondering when you’d come out of hiding again.” “I’m starting to wish she’d go back into hiding,” Shining seethed. Twilight poked his ass with a magic tendril and he winced. “Oh, don’t be like that,” Cadance said. “You two have such a good relationship. You’re closer than any siblings I’ve ever seen!” “Yeah,” Twilight said, nodding. “I love my brother. More than anything.” Shining felt himself reaching the peak. With a start, he realized: the way they were positioned, if he came, he’d be shooting his load all over Cadance’s stomach and crotch. “Gotta use the bathroom,” he said, leaping from his seat. Feeling the magic on his cock disappear, Shining ran out of the room. He pushed past Twilight. As he ran, he heard Cadance yell to ask him if he was alright, followed by a curt response from Twilight: “I’ll go check on him.” “Shiny?” Twilight called, walking up the stairs. The party still raged on below her, but up on the second floor, all was still. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the bathroom, the door of which was ajar. Twilight crept along, trying to make as little noise as possible before poking her head into the bathroom. “Are you in here?” She arrived just in time to see a thick rope of jizz fly from Shining’s cock and splatter onto the tiled floor. Her older brother sat against the wall, both hooves clamped to his twitching rod. He let out a tiny moan with the next spurt and let his tongue fall out of his mouth. It took every bit of restraint for Twilight to not dash forward and lick him clean, or to not catch his jizz with her magic and drink it from the air. Feeling her nethers growing warm, she walked in and closed the door. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked. Shining allowed his cock to calm down, then affixed her with a sharp glare. “No.” His eyes sliced through Twilight’s skin like spears. She forced out a laugh. “What do you mean?” “I mean that you’re fucking insane,” Shining said. He grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and began cleaning up. “Trying to molest me in front of my marefriend? What’s wrong with you?” Twilight’s mouth went dry. She shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong with me. I’m not insane. How could you say something like that?” “Because it’s true! You’re, like, a nymphomaniac or something!” Twilight scowled. “Don’t pull that on me. You’re the one who started all of this! You told me you thought I was ‘hot.’ So, what? Were you just lying?” “Of course not!” “Then why are you so mad?” “Because we can’t be together!” Shining said, stomping a hoof. “Not ever! And you trying to break me and Cadance up isn’t gonna change that.” “I’m not trying...!” Twilight gritted her teeth, eyes stinging. “I’ve been away for four months. Do you know how lonely it is at school?” “Yeah,” Shining said, rolling his eyes. “You go to a school of seven-thousand. Real lonely.” Twilight felt like her ribs had been kicked in. She didn’t even try to hold back the tears as she sputtered, “I just want you to love me like I love you.” “I do love you, Twily!” Shining said, voice cracking. “I love you so much I can barely stand it! But nopony is ever gonna accept that. If we get found out, do you know what’ll happen? I’ll get barred from the Royal Guard. You—you’ll become a laughingstock! Nopony is ever gonna respect a unicorn that sleeps with her brother!” “I don’t care!” Twilight roared. “You’re everything to me. If I can’t have you, then I... I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” Shining stared at his hooves. Then, with a deep breath: “We can’t keep doing this.” “Huh?” “We can’t keeping having sex, or being in a relationship, or whatever.” Shining closed his eyes. “It’s just gonna keep causing problems. By the time all this is over, we’re just gonna end up hating each other.” “What?” Twilight choked out. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying we should forget that we were ever together,” Shining said. Head down, he walked past Twilight and out of the room. He slammed the door behind him. Twilight was alone. She stared straight forward at a crack on the floor and tried to stop crying, she had to stop, only fillies she cried and she was a mare, she needed to stop crying—but she could only clench her teeth for so long before a sob crawled up her throat and slipped past her lips. She collapsed against the wall. The tiled floor was like ice against her skin as she shuddered. Shining Armor screamed. He buried his head in pillows and screamed at the top of his lungs, until his throat burned, until his jaw ached. Head pounding, he beat his hooves into the mattress once, twice, ten times—then went limp. Sweat covered his coat. He sparked his horn and pulled the sheets over his body. His eyes burned, but he clenched them shut and pushed the sorrow down his throat. Yet, no matter how hard he pushed, it only came raging back, laced with nausea. The mattress still smelled like musty old books. “Shiny, are you okay?” Shining let out a yelp and jumped away, very nearly falling off his bed in a tangle of blankets and limbs. “Cadance?” he asked, squinting to see in the dim light. “What are you doing here?” Cadance lit her horn, and all the lamps in the room came to life. “You kinda left me downstairs,” Cadance said, climbing into the bed. She pulled him close. “You looked like you were going to be sick when you ran out! Just came upstairs to make sure you were okay.” Shining forced a smile. “I’m fine.” Cadance narrowed her eyes. “...Okay, I’m not fine.” Shining sighed. “I’m actually feeling like a piece of shit.” “Mhm.” Cadance touched Shining’s face. “Is this about you and Twilight having sex?” “No, no, it’s—” Shining jolted up straight. “What?!” “Well?” Cadance raised a brow. “Is it?” “How... how did you know?” “You just told me,” Cadance said with a smirk. “But I had my suspicions. I’m the Princess of Love, Shiny. Love and Blowjobs. I notice these things.” “Oh Goddess!” Shining grabbed Cadance’s hoof and shook his head. “I swear, I’m so, so sorry! I’m sorry! You have to understand that everything just happened so quickly, and one thing led to another, and I was gonna tell you, really, but I was so scared, and—ugh, I’m a freak!” Cadance frowned and placed a hooftip over his lips. “Shiny, you are not a freak. I don’t want to ever hear you say that about yourself.” She offered him a warm nuzzle. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.” “You aren’t?” Shining asked. He moved his mouth around for a few moments before sputtering, “But why? How? I’ve been fucking my little sister behind your back! My little sister!” “Yes, it’s a bit weird; I’m not denying that. But the heart wants what the heart wants. You’re a teenaged colt.” Cadance laid a hoof on his chest. “Your heart just wants someone who cares.” Shining flinched under her touch—but nodded. Cadance simpered. “Also, honestly? It’s kinda hot. I mean, fucking your little sister? That’s kinky! I never knew you had it in you!” Before Shining could respond, Cadance fell onto her stomach and let her wings go erect. “I remember when I was Twily’s age, all I wanted was for Celestia to fuck me. And hard, too. I would have dreams about her taking me to the Grand Galloping Gala, ripping off my dress, and hornfucking me right in front of everyone...” Shining nodded again, cheeks blazing. “And imagine if you got her knocked up? Imagine little Twily walking around with your babies inside of her—” Shining cleared his throat. “Oh.” Cadance chuckled. “Sorry.” “What am I supposed to do?” Shining covered his eyes. “Twilight and I can’t keep sneaking around. But we can’t go public, either! I want to just move on, but it’s gonna make Twilight hate me.” “Twilight isn’t just some floosy you can move on from,” Cadance said. “She’s your sister. The two of you are gonna be around each other for the rest of your lives. You don’t wanna spend that time being afraid of each other. You have to do right by her—and you both need to be okay with it.” She gestured to the door. “So that means not just leaving her to suffer alone. Talk.” Shining nodded, left Cadance with one last kiss, then got out of bed. Broken glass spotted Twilight’s carpet, and a smashed picture frame rested against the wall. The picture inside—Shining and Twilight, years ago, sitting together in the snow—was ripped and torn. Twilight lay on her bed, still as a corpse. She made no sound, no protest as the curt winter air passed over her coat. Below her, the sounds of the Hearth’s Warming party played out. She heard talking, laughing, singing. No, she thought. It seemed to be the only word she could come up with. No. No. No. The door creaked open. “Twily?” She found a few more words. “Get out!” Twilight screeched, voice cracking. “Get out of my room! Get out, get out, get out!” Shining flinched, but kept walking, kept marching until he reached her bed. She screamed at him to leave, screamed that she never wanted to see him again—but she didn’t resist when Shining climbed into the bed next to her and wrapped his hooves around her small body. She buried her face into his chest. “I hate you,” she said, trembling. He brushed her mane. “I love you.” A low wail broke free from her throat. She grasped at his coat, kicked her hooves weakly into into his stomach, all the while sobbing, weeping. Bitter tears spilled onto Shining’s chest, and he held her tight, as if he would never let go. He pulled her face up and wiped her tears away, then gave her a kiss; Twilight gasped, but returned the gesture. “Why...?” Twilight murmured between kisses. “I’m sorry for yelling at you before. I just got so freaked out, I—I didn’t know what to do.” Shining paused. “I still don’t know. I just want to be with you, but...” “We can tell them!” Twilight said through her tears. “We can tell Mom and Dad and everyone about us. We can run away, and be together forever, and we won’t have to care about what anyone says!” Shining frowned. “No, Twily. We can’t.” A fire burned in Twilight’s chest. We could, I know we could. She closed her eyes and imagined them together. Alone. The years would pass and they would grow old together. Alone. They could start a family. Alone. Nopony would ever look at them the same way. They’d be known forever as incestuous freaks. Twilight would be giving up all of her dreams to be with Shining—and Shining would be giving up all his dreams to be with her. There would be no going back... even if it didn’t work out. Even if five, ten years down the line they ended up hating each other. No undoing the past. A hole opened in the pit of Twilight’s stomach. She gritted her teeth. “Yeah,” she squeaked, managing a nod. “I know.” She tells him she feels so lonely when she’s away No one can love me like you do He tells her that’s not true I love you with all my heart—but I know there’s going to be someone else out there who does, too You’re one of the cutest, sweetest fillies in the world Any stallion would be lucky to have you But I want you. And I want you too. But it’s not gonna happen. They cry together They kiss They rub their bodies against each other Twilight gasps as Shining kisses her neck, her side She pants his name He fondles her teats Moves down, nibbles at them He licks at her engorged lips They fuck Shining cums on her face, on her stomach They cuddle They go downstairs, the party is ending Velvet scolds them, asks them where they’ve been Shining says they were spending some time alone Cadance talks to Shining, tells him that things will be okay She turns to leave— Also, cumming on her face? Hot. She tells him that she knows lots of temporary age spells How young do you want me? Fifteen? Thirteen? Ten? You want to fuck a ten-year-old, Shiny? I just want you to fuck me as hard as you do any other little girl. She warns him that spells can always fail -If I were you, I’d tell Twilight to start casting that spell twice. Leaves Shining dumbfounded The story ends with another letter from Twilight -Says she’s gotten a weird craving for pickles...