Author's Notes:

This takes place near the end of Chapter 9: Healing Home. This optional chapter has consensual sex between two underage ponies. Discretion advised. This is just fantasy and I am wholly against child rape.

Fear choked, squeezing his eyes shut and weeping. “I won't let you down.”

Amelio had been attracted to Fear for a long time, and that had only increased with learning just how genuine his soul was. And with his admission of guilt, she couldn't help but admire his bravery. “You will not let me down, hmm?” Amelio leaned in close to Fear, remembering every time he'd ever teased her. “I want to know, Fearei, just how sincerely do you mean that? How will you support me?”

The colt hesitated, trying to think of the right words. He wasn't exactly clear on where she was going with this yet, trying to catch up emotionally. Fear shook his head a little attempting to come up with something. “Well... I'm going to serve you to my fullest ability. Do whatever you need when you need it. With all my heart. I will make sure you're cared for and that ponies realize just how great you really are.” They leaned together, their horns tapping together, their breaths mixing together, slithering and tangling about, meshing and merging intimately. “I just... Want to be there for you.”

Amelio simpered, her eyes lidding. “Is that so? Well. Not the most romantic thing I would have ever expected to come out of your lips, but certainly enticing.” She started to shove Fear backwards a little, toward a wall, pushing him increasingly harder until his back was up against the wall. “You told me once, during our many flirtation sessions, that you knew a lot about ponies. How they tick.” The older filly cooed a little as she pushed the smaller and currently awkward Fear up and onto his hindlegs, pinning his body against the wall. Her form towered over his as she stood on her hindlegs too. “Tell me what kinds of things you can do Fear.”

Fear cocked his head to the side, immediately knowing where this was going but feeling a tad disconcerted. Still, there was an uncomfortable stirring in his loins, a desperate yearning roiling between his hindlegs. “Well... I uhh...”

Amelio loved having this power over Fear. Leaving him speechless like this. It was far different from their usual banter. Where he left her squealing and uncertain about how things would proceed between the two of them.

“For mares I usually start by brushing along their sides, slowly circling them like a predator. Demonstrating how much I want them, and radiate emotions of lust.” Amelio used telekinesis to gently finger his lower lip, pushing it around and making it difficult for him to talk, lightly molesting him. “Get them even more into the mood then they already are and I uh...”

Amelio reached forward, pressing her full lips against his cheek, then planting another kiss against his lips. Soft and tender. “Go on, little Nightlight.”

Shivers jolted up Fear's spine from the words, his eyes widening and twitching, pupils dilating and quivering. His jaw lowered and rose a few times, ears giving a flick. “Well I...” His eyes rolled back a bit. “I uhh...”

Amelio grinned, reaching over to Fear's lower lip and gnawing on it, kneading her teeth into the flap of flesh. “Mmh...” She eventually pulled off, looking him in the eyes, forcing his to stare longingly into hers with a little metaphysical force. “I'm waiting. Your leader is waiting.” A subtle, imperceptible flash of green surged across her eyes, reflecting in Fear's eyes and burning into his retinas, squeezing past the pupils and worming into his brain. The power of suggestion teasing the lobes and digging in, leaving him feeling more open-minded and a little... Drugged.

Fear repeated the words with what was nearly a swoon as his eyes glazed over. “Leader... Waiting.” He nodded a little, trying to recompose himself. “Then I roll them over onto their back, give them a gentle hoof massage and bury my face into their muff. I lick them into arousal, only pulling up to talk about how big my dick is... How wide I'm going to spread them apart.” Fear was getting more and more into it. “Tell them everything they want to hear. Then mount them. Perch on their body and slide into them. If I can reach their mouth I even... Even kiss them.”

Amelio nodded in understanding, putting more force on Fear's form. “Well, not the most passionate display, but I suppose it is good enough.”

Fear's eyes narrowed a little. “Passionate huh? I'll show you passionate!” He wrapped his forelegs around her body and, with a little telekinetic force, twirled the two of them around until he'd slammed Amelio's back against the wall he'd just been on, looking up at her, into her eyes. Fear didn't even hesitate before latching their lips together, twisting his head to the side and ramming his tongue into her mouth, forcing it between her lips and sliding over her tongue. His broad, flat, smooth pink carpet dashing to the side then batting against hers, dexterously slipping up under it and flicking it up, lustfully stroking along the side, sweeping across the top, and pinning it down against her maw. Amelio squealed from the fine, intricate movements, her eyes widening before resting shut. She didn't really fight back, embracing Fear with her forelegs as their tongues brushed against each other and weaved a brilliant celestial tessellation of passion. Fear's movements were oddly articulate and experienced, and Amelio's were a little sloppy and those of a novice. By the time they were done both were breathing heavily through their snouts, snowballing air back and forth between each other as their saliva mixed together in Amelio's mouth. Fear pulled his tongue out and took his lips off of her with barely any sound.

They were both panting. Amelio was feeling electrified. Her jaw was hanging open.

The colt looked into Amelio's eyes. “I want to take you Amelio. I want to give you my seed and make you my bitch.”

The camera keeping an eye on the room turned off temporarily.

Amelio was slowly becoming aroused, especially from that kiss. Her mound was becoming swollen and flush. Her clit engorging. Pasty feminine brine leaked out and glazed her nethers, secreting across it, making it glisten. “Is that so? Well what are you waiting for Fear? Get to work on your leader.”

Fear nodded dumbly and crouched down, getting on all fours and wandering around Amelio. They changed places, allowing Fear to get up into Amelio's snatch. She could feel his heated breath splashing across the sensitive flesh. A moan escaped her lips as her knees buckled. Unable to have patience, she shoved her crotch into Fear's face. He could feel the spicy, palpable lust and heat between her legs. He gave it a firm smooch as he was smothered, his tongue sliding out of his mouth and gently licking along her folds, again and again, incessantly, gradually slurping from top to bottom, stimulating her clit into winking a few times as he wove his tongue between her labia, eventually locking his lips around one fold and sucking on it, mumbling something incoherent over it and flicking his tongue along it, sliding against it.

Amelio pushed back a little harder, her butt rising into the air a little, causing Fear to stand on his hoof tips as the filly's head touched the ground. Presenting to the colt. Fear continued his ministrations, a vacuous pressure pulling on one of her labia as he continued to draw on it like he was pulling breath, eventually letting go of it and wrapping his lips around her clit, squeezing tight around it, pinching it hard, his teeth occasionally brushing against it threateningly as his tongue swept against it, lapping and lashing like a whip, wriggling against the underside, teasing underneath the hood, sucking hard, his cheeks compressing with every pull of his lungs. It just made Amelio gasp for air as her legs trembled under her, having a hard time staying standing, feeling pressure build up in her loins, leaving her close to climax.

The whole thing was rather obscene. Amelio was light-headed. Fear could hardly get any air that wasn't tainted with the scent of Amelio's pheromones. Leaving him love drunk on sex.

“YES! DON'T STOP FEAR!” A full body shudder wrenched through the filly's body. “Dear Luna I can't take it!”

Fear noticed Amelio's defenses were crumbling solely because she'd used two contractions in a row. His mouth pulled off of her clit, his horn lighting up as telekinetic force clamped around her clit and pinched it hard, rubbing against it all over, grinding into it and creating a heated friction with the pressurized air. Fear puckered his lips and pressed it against the entrance to her pussy, folding his tongue in half and reaming her with the skilled tendril. Punching into her body and pushing deep inside, as deep as he could reach. Ceaselessly pounding into her with the muscle. Lewd squelches and squishes sounding out against his face as he tried desperately to get air. And every time Amelio clenched her kegels around that tongue the more weird it felt, able to feel the squirming, writhing tongue within her even more clearly.

Amelio's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she was finally brought to orgasm, her clit winking as her loins spasmed, her innards around her womb tightening up and squeezing down pleasantly like she was being milked, mare cum jettisoning out of her and all over Fear's face, a long arcing stream gushing out of her and blasting into Fear, leaving him sticky and gooey. Shimmering in the light. The cumming just didn't seem to end, lasting for seconds at a time as Fear continued pushing her over the edge, forcing her to drop into an ocean of orgasm. More pussy grime getting onto the colt. Amelio's chest was heaving as she yanked off of Fear and twisted around, lunging at Fear and shoving him to the ground, onto his back.

Fear looked up at her with lidded, glassy eyes, trying to get air himself as he looked into Amelio's eyes above him, his face wet with her fluids. Amelio pressed her hooves into his chest as she started grinding her cunt against his dick, now fully telescoping from his sheathe. She looked down at his junk, impressed with it. Proportionately, compared to Fear's body, it was large. A girthy, turgid member that laid against his belly. A royal ebony, dark as black licorice. A little pre drooling out of the tip. A strong, tubular curtain rod of muscle running along the underside. A thick, fat medial ring. Rippling veins of various sizes running along the taut surface. And to top it all off, a ridged, flared crown. And Amelio was currently dragging her snatch all over it, getting it covered in glorious clam oil, making it shine bright, Polishing that piece of meaty lumber. Fear moaning deeply from the attention to his slender, trunk-like shaft.

Amelio got up onto her hindlegs, using telekinesis to pull Fear's cock up into the air, standing it up straight, making it perpendicular to his body and slowly sinking her hips down onto it, penetrating herself with what was essentially her own personal dildo. Squeezing down around the fuckspire, feeling like a princess about to be saved by a knight in shining armor. She sank further, like she was in quicksand, diving down onto Fear's breeding rod. Rocking her hips around in circles, from side to side, back and forth. Slowly squeezing him deeper into her.

Fear's entire body tensed up as Amelio took him. Fear bucked his crotch up against hers, as she began sliding up and down over Fear's member, their hips connecting with each other now and then, plapping and slapping together.

Friction built between the two as Amelio tried to coax her brother and closest friend to orgasm after what he'd done for her. Fear unfortunately was a near hair trigger and already close to blowing his load deep inside of her. “Meels! You have to get off! I'm gonna cum!”

Amelio nodded, wanting to feel Fear's cum inside of her uterus, but decided against it, pulling up and off of him with a schlorp and then laying down on top of him, her teats and cunt rubbing into his cock as he approached the cusp of climax too.

It wasn't much longer before Fear felt the orgasm of a lifetime all from his best friend, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he groaned out deeply. Foal batter churning in his balls before flooding through his ducts and powering up his shaft, erupting from his spasming urethra in ropes and ribbons of nutslime. Ejaculating so hard it clipped Amelio's chin and draped over Fear's chest and face, getting him muddy with off-white yogurt, giving himself the icing of a lifetime with his seed. Warm and creamy. Oily, slippery strands and thin threads bridged with sticky clumps and thick wads of pearlescent sperm toothpaste. His balls draining as he was milked for all he was worth by Amelio's and his body.

Fear's head was singing Amelio's praises, going empty and light as he gushed, lights flicking on in his brain and explosions going off within like the fourth of July, pleasure shrapnel shredding through his neural matter and leaving him guhhing and babbling like a foal. A smoky, smoggy haze settling over him, choking out all thought.

Both Fear and Amelio tried to catch their breaths. Their session finally ended. Covered in a congealed mess of both their fluids. Gooey and made of pure passion.

Amelio sighed. “We will be together forever, Fear.”

Fear nodded emphatically. “I hope so.