The fourth day on vacation in Thestralshire was upon Fredrick, at least technically speaking. The clock’s hands in Stella’s room fell squarely at five-past two in the morning, but in the human’s objective opinion, the next day didn’t start until he woke up to start said day.

It was kind of an unwritten rule in humanity.

But alas, it was thirst from his body that roused him from a warm, rainy slumber in the embrace of Stella's bed and her arms. It demanded water at this instant if he ever wanted to return to the land of the comatose.

A groggy Fredrick slithered out of Stella's admittedly cute grasp, and cursed aloud once his warm feet touched the cool ground.

His eyes were beginning to adjust quite nicely to the darker environment, though that was probably helped by the soft, purple glow of the dim night lights. Thankfully, the rest of his body didn’t suffer from the cold spell, as sweat pants and a longer-sleeved shirt for sleeping were in order for the evening.

With a gentility reserved for infants, Fredrick creaked open the door and slinked his way out to the hallway. The entire abode was as quiet as a grave, only overtaken by the nightly rainstorm pattering rhythmically on the roof. Fredrick, likewise, treaded lightly on his feet as he made his way into the kitchen, greeted by more dim lights from the walls upon a blackened horizon.

It was a simple matter of beelining to a particular cabinet above the sink which contained all the Sabre family glassware. The disheveled-haired Fredrick swiped a scotch glass at random and held it under the faucet to fill.

Water had never tasted so good.

The human figured a couple glasses would do just fine to quench his thirst—not too much or he’d have to get up again and piss his life away. He turned around and leaned his back against the sink, and there he decided to sip his water in groggy silence. Fred’s mind wandered to nothing specific as he mindlessly stared into the darkness of the kitchen and dining room, pondering life’s deepest conundrums and questions.

What’s the meaning of life?

Should I buy a boat?

Is Stella nimble and acrobatic enough to blow me while she wraps her legs around my neck so I can munch some puss?

Then, lightning flashed and flickered the abode to life. His attention was instantly honed on a silhouetted figure—with brilliant sapphire eyes the only defining feature regarding him with gentle indifference—reclining back in a chair.

The pit of his stomach did not find this in the least bit okay, as it hollowed out and nearly dropped to the floor out of his asshole.

“S’goin’ on, mate?”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, Sveta!” Fredrick nearly lost hold of the glass in his hand, fumbling with his own startled up mind. “FUCK your guys’ stealthy fucking… lurking.

The veiled mare huffed in amusement, then pointed down the hall.

“Oi yer supposed tae shit yerself in the pissroom, not on the pristine tile floor, ya twat,” she spoke softly, yet with every bit of tone a Sabre was known for.

Fredrick creased his lips and shook his head at the stealthy one.

“Stella pretty much said the same shit to me three weeks ago. You two’re definitely sisters…”

Still shrouded in shadow, Sveta breathily chuckled and took a swig of some water herself… at least, that’s what Fredrick figured when he heard her slurping after telltale clinking of nails against glass.

“You still seem legitimately surprised that we’re related. Why?”

Fredrick remained on his side of the kitchen, still leaning against the counter while he cradled what remained of his water in the glass. He swirled the contents lightly before shrugging—his eyes refocused themselves on the pools of sapphire staring back at him.

“Dunno. I think it’s because Stella is like…” he swirled his glass again to probe his thoughts for the proper vocabulary. “…like, the most goddamn extreme of ponies I’ve met. She’s so unbelievably unique in several regards that I just can’t fathom that she was spawned from similar-minded ponies.

“Like, if someone told me that she reproduced asexually, I really wouldn’t be surprised. Anyone who can birth that kind of power should be weaponized.”

A cute giggle escaped Sveta’s mouth, and all Fredrick saw was her expression through her narrowed eyes.

Said eyes re-oriented themselves back on his.

“Damn, Fred. You’ve got a mite fuckton of praise fer her. Nice tae see something that’s genuine fer once.”

It was Fredrick’s turn to huff, though for him, it was at another horde of fuzziness welling up in his stomach at Stella’s image.

“What can I say? She’s definitely earned it. And what the hell do ya mean ‘for once?’ Not like I can be fake or rude to her… I’m her boyfriend. Kinda my job… and one that I enjoy,” he pointed for emphasis into the darkness.

Fredrick heard Sveta scoffing in the void, and then what sounded like forced gagging. Even so, her response was as much part genuine incredulity as it was choreographed.

“Fuck me five figures from Friday, Fred… yer disgustingly in love with her.

“And I love every minute of it.”

Fredrick returned her words with a lopsided smirk as he finished the remainder of his water.

“And here I thought you had no appreciation for affection like that. Half the time we’re being shitheads anyway so…”

“Oi!” Sveta replied with a finger pointed right at Fred—said appendage appeared out of the darkness and into the light from the dining room window. “I used tae be smothered in feelings n’ shit when I was a wee bit of a younger lass. Had all the colts wrapped around me fingers lemme tell ya.”

Fredrick cocked an eyebrow and angled his head away from her in odd disbelief.

“And… you don’t now? Find that hard to believe.”

“Oh I never said I don’t anymore. I still do, but I used tae, too,” she quipped. “But really, I’m navigatin’ through a river of shit most of the time since I got tae university. Things didn’t last.”

Fredrick propelled himself from the counter so he could get a little more blood flowing back through his underappreciated legs at the moment.

“Maybe I’m being an insensitive prick, but I don’t know how you of all ponies have issues reeling in dudes. You honestly have the pick of the crowd, if we’re being serious here.”

Fredrick was only returned the hollow breathing because of Sveta finishing off her own drink. Her reply was nonchalant.

“So I’ve heard.”

Again, Fredrick’s turn to be a tad curious. He ran a hand through his amber-brown mop of a head that desperately needed a comb.

Goddamn I need a haircut.

“Well, someone’s humble,” he riposted.

Sveta shrugged.

“Oi, when people give me compliments, I own ‘em! Especially the fuckin’ genuine ones, as you so self-proclaim.”

Her tone dropped to more reserved levels.

“Thank you, though. It means more than ye know tae hear somepony like you say that.”

Fredrick nodded kindly in response, a soft crease of a smile on his face at the acknowledgement. Even so, that didn’t answer one question that had arisen from her last words.

“But what did you mean when you said ‘so I’ve heard?’ That actually sounded serious.”

Sveta explained in a rather direct, sarcastic way most befitting of her family name.

“Stella briefed me on everythin’ that happened while you two were out walkin’ or fingerblasting each other… Tartarus, I dunno what the fuck you two do on yer free time,” she informed, then promptly continued.

“And you bet yer sweet arseflaps that included all the conversation topics and the spicy session ye helped yerselves to in our sanctuary… fuck you both very much fer that, by the way.”

Fredrick was more than content to banter it up with the youngest Sabre at a little past two in the morning… but he was a little more concerned with Sveta’s rather forward claim of being ‘briefed on everything.’

He opened his mouth to answer, but was promptly silenced when Sveta’s voice interjected from beyond the darkness.

“And aye, Fredrick, that includes everything you said about me in particular. Gotta say, never knew you were such a… charmer. I’m startin’ tae understand just a wee bit why Stella gets all ‘slickety slit’ around ye…”

Fredrick went red in the face as per primal reaction… though he wasn’t exactly ‘caught in the act’ of being forced to size her up, he sure as shit was not comfortable with Sveta knowing his inner thoughts about her.

Well, at least so soon.

And to be honest with himself, with these thoughts resurfacing, he still had a hurdle to overcome in terms of comfort.

“Well, I figured she’d tell you eventually. Stella’s straight to the point anyway so… guess I’m not sure why I’m surprised.”

A confident chuckle echoed gently through the kitchen, and Sveta pushed back the chair she was reclining in so she could stand up straight. A strained whine, an accompanying ‘pop,’ and an immediate sigh of relief had Fredrick figuring that she had stretched herself out.

Then, with nary a word, Sveta sauntered silently into the light, letting the single beam from the outside scan its way up her body to reveal her in a baggy, oversized white tank top with a black bra for accent and support. Her mane had been divested from it’s ponytail that the two dynamic sisters were known for. Her wavy mane instead flowed down her back, with her bangs veiling her face partially in place of the darkness. Her brilliant eyes still shined through

Fredrick wasn’t sure about any bottoms she was wearing on account of the aforementioned tank but he figured it was some form of ‘Schrödinger’s Panties’ so he’d let things be the way they were.

“You seem… tense. What’s keepin' you up?” Sveta questioned, hoisting herself on an adjacent counter to sit and let her legs dangle.

Fredrick, in a moment of haze, did have to admit that Stella was right: Sveta had legs for days.

He, in turn, got a little more comfortable in his previous position.

“I was actually just thirsty. Why're you up?” he asked in return.

Sveta shrugged, then stared off for a moment.

“Eh, one o' those nights where I just can’t fuckin' sleep.” She then breathily giggled. “And if a drink and a good wank don’t fix that, then I don’t think I’m fuckin' sleeping t'night, mate,” she informed.

Fredrick regarded her with sympathetic knowing.

“Heh, god do I know that feeling more intimately than I wanted to…”

Sveta joined in on the chuckle chorus, then dropped herself back to the floor to stand a little closer to Fredrick.

For him, while his eyes demanded he stare down into more enticing and sacred valleys, there was just something about staring eye-to-eye with a pretty batpony mare… it was a simultaneous feeling of dreadful unease, yet alluring excitement—borderline arousal. His fight-or-flight reflexes were stirring mildly, yet at the same time, upon gazing into those deep, sapphire pools, he felt at peace.

Like similar instances with Stella, Fred found himself struggling to rationalize his feelings. It was little different here with Sveta, especially when she had every opportunity to bring up him potentially putting his wiener in her.

Sveta planted herself right in front of Fredrick, and her difference in height with Stella made it so that Fred barely had to look down to meet her scrutinizing gaze.

“I c'n smell the apprehension in you…” Sveta alluded, sniffing the air around the human for extra emphasis.

Fredrick hadn’t the mind to recoil—his furrowed, confused, and mildly disturbed eyes at the mare's odd foray into his personal space told all. His mouth had morphed into somewhat of a scowl.

Sveta giggled heavily into her hand, lest she'd have lost it completely at his expression—she couldn’t control the quiet snort that snuck out from her throat.

To Fred’s credit, he replied sarcastically:

“Well that totally wasn’t weird and against any form of social norms at all.”

The teal-coated Sabre then followed up knowingly:

“And you’re an expert in sarcastic evasion…” Sveta smirked, narrowed her eyes, and nodded. “Aye. You’ll fit in here just fine.

“But the question is. Why are you so… nervous? Never came off as nervous tae me when we first met. In fact, you seemed fairly confident…”

And as if to test his tumultuous thoughts on ‘certain matters,’ she stepped even closer to him. Further, in a show of faux innocence that was as facetious as it was infuriating, she hugged her hands together in front of her torso, effectively squeezing her chest together more than it already was within its constraints.

She also fluttered her eyes as she awaited the answer to a ‘very important’ question.

Bitch.

Fredrick had nowhere else to back up to, as his mid-back was flush against the countertop.

“Eh, Stella’s helped me in that regard. Felt I was stepping on eggshells around her when we first met, but then I learned to just let things happen, for the most part,” he admitted.

Sveta kept her one-sided smirk, and her smugness did not abate.

“Ya didn’t answer me question, Freddy…”

“Jesus, did Stella put you up to this? You both are really gung ho about making me feel uncomfortable about her little umm… ‘proposition’ regarding you,” Fredrick voiced, mildly annoyed.

Sveta shook her head, giggling yet again.

“Nae. We just both like tae mess with you because yer so easily flustered… it’s hilarious.

“And, if we’re admittin’ shit… cute,” she added.

In a more unexpected move, Sveta raised her hand to Fredrick’s face and cupped the side of his cheek while getting a good look through his green eyes. She felt the tiny bit of stubble on his jawline, and she did well to clear off some random bit of hair on his cheek with her thumb.

Fredrick was not sure what to do at the gesture, but he had to admit it felt nice… her hand was warm, and her palm was as smooth as Stella’s own skin that he loved touching so much. He almost had half a mind to lean into it more, but was still struck by the brazenness of Sveta’s little overture. Likewise with him, he did not look away from those alluring sapphire eyes of hers, only bested by the golden ones of Stella’s own inviting, naturally sultry visage.

“Ahh, Fredrick…” she breathed, then huffed out with a more approving nod. Her eyelids lowered and her smile was gentle.

“Yer a good stallion. You care about me sis a lot. Through all the shite I give ya both, fer what it’s worth, I’m over the moon that yer with ‘er.

“I’ve never seen Stella happier, mate. She’s a very lucky mare… lucky bitch.”

Another genuine smile etched its way onto Fred’s features, much rivalling the one that Sveta now sported at her little admission.

And taking stock of everything he had been told in the last twenty-four hours, he decided on a move that rested far beyond the purview of his comfort zone:

He placed a tentative hand on Sveta’s waist—Sveta glanced down to see exactly what he was up to. It was innocuous enough, but in glancing back up at him, she seized the golden opportunity once he said what he had to.

“Thanks, Sveta. Means a lot… and I hope to keep her happy.”

“Well, if ya get as handsy with ‘er as ye are with me right now, I think you’ll be just fine,” she teased, flashing her pearly whites and fangs.

Fredrick smirked, chuckling.

“Fuck off.”

Sveta laughed out loud, though restrained as to not wake anypony in the house. Fredrick joined in, but the younger Sabre threw her arms around his neck and brought him in for a tender hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist as their cheeks rested against one another in the least tense, non-sarcastic moment that the two had experienced thus far.

“Nae… thank you fer puttin’ up with her, mate. And to a lesser extent, me,” she said.

A second later, she released his hold on him, but planted one exaggerated kiss on his cheek with a resounding smack. In more of her usual flair, she added:

“Mwah! Now go the fuck tae sleep, dickhead. We’ve got a nice day ahead of us,” she urged, turning on her hooves to exit the kitchen.

But not before brushing the end of her tail against Fredrick’s chest… then without warning and with an impish upturn of her lips, she smashed her now-decidedly naked ass into Fredrick’s crotch.

His eyes went wide and his hands raised as he felt a lot more than he had intended in her sudden act of grinding.

“FUCK’S SAKE, SVETA! The hell’s wrong with you?!”

She pushed off of him and turned to face him as she walked backwards towards the kitchen door, attempting (and failing) to contain her near-crying, sadistic laughter all the while.

“BAHAHA! Ya really need tae relax, Fred! Goodnight!”

Fredrick stood up straight and, having composed himself, sprung back to his normal demeanor. This was, to the T, exactly how Stella acted around him before the two of them admitted their feelings to each other and got together.

Hell, this was how it always had been with them.

“I swear I think I’m being punked and you two are clones of each other. Eat a dick.”

Sveta flashed her teeth again.

“Promise?”

Hindsight hit Fredrick like a freight train and, despite the innuendo that had a smidge of ‘too soon’ laced on top, Fredrick replied with a laugh, a middle finger, and a:

“Fuck you.”

“Promise~?”

“GO THE FUCK TO BED, SVETA!”

A mischievous chuckle was loosed in the wake of Sveta’s departure back down the hall.

As for Fredrick, his internal temperature had increased beyond what was comfortable, even throughout the cold house. His brow was laced with a tiny moisture sheen, and he felt thirsty again. At this point, pissing his life away later would have to be the future he would accept.

He held his glass under the faucet as he filled it up, then shot back the entire glass before placing it into the sink.

From there, Fredrick stared off into nothingness, letting his mind, again wander to everywhere and nowhere at the same time. In the end, his thoughts settled on his little exchange with Sveta. She had clearly known about everything, and what was to likely come of the future. She didn’t outright say anything—but her implicit mannerisms and innuendos were every key to what she was alluding to.

In the end, everything fell to the same point: Fredrick needing to relax.

Had he even truly relaxed since he got to Equestria, though? Was relaxation just a myth?

Hell, did he even want to go through with having sex with Sveta? What was even the point of it all? Just to get her more confident with herself? To get her to unwind? Shit, in Fredrick’s perspective she was just as unwound as Stella!

Fredrick pursed his lips as he leaned on the counter. He lifted his head and stared off outside the window just above the sink, and up towards the darkened, cloudy sky that dumped its gentle fury of rain.

In a conscious effort to clear his mind, Fredrick took a deep breath, sighed out, and weeded through all the irrelevant thoughts muddling him up.

Stella meant the world to him. He loved her—as recently admitted. He’d take a bullet for her, and lord knows Stella had proved to him that she’d skin anypony alive at the mere idea of he being wronged in any fashion.

Stella, the mare that he would do anything for to see her happy, had asked a favor of him. As odd as it sounded to a human who held good, strong relationships with no trickery in the highest regard, she had asked him to sleep with her younger sister…

…a younger sister who was drop-dead gorgeous in her own fashion. Their personalities were similar, though not quite identical—many of those differences manifested themselves as prominent physical features.

Sveta had apparently inquired, and had been informed as well. And based on her relentless teasing that Stella would likely find the funniest thing in the world, she seemed one-hundred percent on board with it.

“I c'n smell the apprehension in you…”

“Why are you so… nervous?”

Sveta’s words continued to echo in his mind. His moral conundrum rose over the idea of cheating, or being unfaithful to Stella.

The more interesting idea was that Stella herself was pushing this… no, exhorting him to do this. He was given a choice, and she wasn’t forcing him.

Being honest with himself as a man however, things were a little different. He was getting plenty of action with Stella… though on a digression in his mind, he realized that Stella had been initiating every sexual encounter thus far.

That had to change. He was a man with needs and Fredrick had to realize that he should not be afraid to act on those needs with his marefriend—Stella would be thrilled if he was more assertive with her in that regard. He would make a conscious effort to make that so.

In regards to Sveta, however, she definitely seemed eager. He was being the only stoppage to something that most guys would only dream of.

And in some really weird sense, this would be almost like a threesome, if it involved a ‘ye ol’ switcheroo’ in some form. Further, Sveta was not just beautiful. She was hot. His marefriend was hot, and so was her sister.

Lending more credence to the idea, and how such acts would play out, there was a stirring down south in his sweats. Sveta had nice tits, after all.

Fredrick looked down in the general direction of his crotch.

“No. Go the fuck to sleep. Sheesh.”

Fredrick realized what he just did.

I’m talking to my penis…

Fuck it. If I’m gonna bang Sveta, I’m banging Stella TWICE as hard after for making me question my sanity.

With that, Fredrick turned on his heels and strolled back into the warm, soothing embrace of Stella’s bed.

Smol Stella Chapter. Part 17 is looking to be sexy. No clop yet, but sexy nonetheless. You'll see.

Edit: Also a little extra for you all, courtesy of G_Hyze!

No wings by design.