Behind Closed Doors, the Doo Family (oneshot)

>The name of the game was hide and seek… or at least, that’s how it was playing out. Dinky had this habit finding new ways to mess with you when mom was away. First it was the roaches, then it was the pizza you were tricked into ordering, then it was a picture of her and your mother in the shower (which you kept), and today, oh today was beyond anything you could possibly imagine.

>Mom’s homemade muffins were gone.

>She’d always whip some up before heading to work, and to be honest that shit was like your cocaine. You knew they were for both of you, but Dinky didn’t care before she saw you go nuts when she made a second batch in the same day. From that day on you had the sneaking suspicion your sister was planning something monstrous, but never this! You were tearing apart the house in search of your fix, your all-consuming vices pushing you forward. You can hear Dinky trotting behind you, giggling and making offhand comments about their location. You really didn’t want to, but you found yourself searching every place she named, only earning even louder giggles from the young mare.

>”I think they’re in the bathroom,” You charge into the bathroom, tear the place a new one, and nothing. She says, “Try your room,” You do, throw everything about, and leave empty-handed, “Try mom’s drawers,” She says, and you do. You throw panties, socks, lingerie… You pause to wonder why mom has this stuff and why it looks so comfy and inviting, but your vices take back over and force you to other places. Finally she gives you what you want, “Okay you little piggy, they’re in the cookie jar.”

>You were gone so fast you left a skid mark on the hardwood floors all that stretched all the way to the kitchen. You grab the Cookie jar, and with an almighty shout you smash it. What? Opening it was far too slow, and you needed mom’s muffins NOW.

>You’re slobbering all-over the floor, scarfing down every one of those wonderful delectables. Then you spot crumbs on the floor. You ignore Dinky, who’s rolling on the ground nearby and laughing, and focus on the crumbs. It was a crime to leave them in the open like that; it needed to be remedied immediately. Then you hear another party trot in.

>”Goodness what happened?”

>You stare at the owner of the voice like a Fluttershy caught in a crowd. Your mouth hangs open and you’re about to respond, but Dinky gets the honor, “Little brother went crazy again and trashed the house because he couldn’t find the muffins!”

>Mom glared at Dinky… or at least tried to. One eye was indeed fixed on her daughter, while the other seemed more interested in the sink, “I thought you were going to tell him I put them in the jar.”

>Dinky shrugs innocently, “He wouldn’t listen to me.”

>Mom sighs before returning to her cheery old self, “Oh well. Some things just have to go wrong,” She makes a beeline over to you, in spite of the fact that there’s nothing between you, she saw fit to turn one meter into three.

“H-hi mom.”

>She gives you a bright smile, “Hey anon. Looks like you found mommy’s muffins,” She plops down next to you, “Were they good?” You find yourself unable to respond. That smile made you forget what you were doing, what you did, and- hey, why’s the kitchen a mess?

“Mom, did somebody break in?”

>Mom giggles, “Nope, my little boy just loves his muffins a little too much,” She pulls you into a hug, an act that leaves Dinky stunned.

>“Mom! He trashed the house!” She protests, “Aren’t you going to do anything?!”

>The older mare waves it off casually, “Boys will be boys, and my boy happens to love muffins just as much as I do!” Her hug tightens as she starts to nuzzle you affectionately.

“I trashed the house?”

>“Don’t worry about it muffin, I’ll take care of it. Dinky, can you watch him a little bit longer while I take care of this?” She releases you and wobbles to her feet.

>”Yeah,” She says, her voice laced with defeat, “C’mon you pig,” You happily trot behind Dinky, totally forgetting what she did today. It’d come back to you in a few hours, but until then you were as blissful as a sheep, “I don’t know how you do it,” She says as she leads you to your room, “If it were any other colt you’d be punished,” Her nose presses against yours as she stares right into your eyes, “What’s your secret?” You decide that a deep, cohesive, and all around intelligent response is warranted.

“I dunno.”

>Dinky stares at you blankly, “If I can’t get you in trouble, the least I can do is stress you out every day mom’s working,” You ignored that comment, too busy playing with toys. Today’s weapon of choice? Why a rock. The pioneers would ride those babies for miles, and ponies today insist on trains and carriages. What dolts, but you knew the truth. One day you’d find a rock to call your own, and you would tour Equestria.

>”Dinky? Is anon in his room?” You hear mom call from somewhere in the house. You didn’t pay attention, making it to Ponyville with half a ton of bacon was far more important.

>”Yeah!” You hear Dinky shout in response.

>”Pioneers?”

>Dinky scrutinizes you briefly, “Yeah, he’s got the rock and everything!”

>A long pause before mom speaks up again, “Can you come in my room? I need a moment!” Dinky mutters something and trots out, leaving you alone with your pioneering fantasies.

“Do do do do pizza, do do, do do do pizza, absolutively.”

>You don’t even remember the lyrics anymore beside those bits, but from what you were told by your friends it was some kind of pioneering chant that kept morale up when they’d be forced to trek through the harshest environments. Eventually after fjording another river and losing another thirty pounds of bacon from a freak tipping, you decide you need a drink. Wasting bacon is hard work, and it tears at your soul. You leave your room and start looking for Dinky or mom so you could ask for a drink, but they were nowhere to be found. Eventually you come up to mom’s door. You weren’t allowed in there usually, except when it was an emergency or when you were in trouble and needed to be sat down for a long talk.

>But from the sounds of things on the other side of that door, mom and your sister were talking. It was hard to tell what, even when you pressed your ear against the door until it started hurting a little. All you could hear were things along the lines of, “Oh oh oh oh,” and, “Mmmm,” and, “Ah~!” Every so often you could make out their names in the gibberish, but to be honest there was nothing to do. You thought about knocking, but you decided on waiting. It must be really important if they were speaking in Morse code.

>After what seems like days Dinky comes out, walks past you, backs up, and stares at you in horror, “U-um… what are you doing?”

“I was thirsty, so I came over to ask for a drink, but you and mom were already in there.”

>Dinky’s shocked face doesn’t change. You look both ways and lean in conspiratorially.

“Don’t worry; your secret meetings are safe with me.”    

>Dinky looks like she’s about to scream.

“Can I have some juice?”

>”MOM!”

 

>“A-anon, muffin,” Mom starts, clearly flustered, “When two ponies like each other, they do… things. These things are a totally natural and a part of growing up,” You stare blankly, but try to look like you’re listening. You have no idea what either of them were talking about earlier, or why they had to encrypt it, but it must’ve been super important if mom has to sit you down and lecture you, “A-and while these things are normally reserved for a mare and a stallion… oh how do I say this? Sometimes two m-mares get together to do them… and sometimes two stallions do too.”

“So… why are you doing them?”

>Suddenly she had your full attention. This stuff was part of growing up, a step toward becoming a pioneer like you always dreamed. Mom flushes a deep red at the question, “Momma’s just really lonely muffin. Not a lot of stallions think she’s fun to be around… or useful… or pretty.”

“I think mom’s fun and useful and pretty.”

>You earn a kiss on the cheek for that comment, “I know you do muffin,” She responds sadly, “But momma wants to hear it from an adult, someone she can be with,” You furrow your brow.

“Like that guy with the blue shed?”

>Mom blushes, “Y-yeah, kind of like him. Your sister, Dinky… well because of me she’s lonely too so,” She looks at Dinky, who’s watching helplessly as mom tries to fix this mess, “So we decided to be there for each other… do you understand so far?” The wrinkles on your forehead deepen.

“So… you’re pretending to be adult friends?”

>Mom nods her head, “Exactly,” You’re still confused.

“But why Dinky? Why not me, or one of your other mare friends?”

>Mom blushes even deeper, you stifle a laugh when you compare her to a tomato, “I-“ She looks at Dinky, “W-we sometimes like to imagine it’s you doing it instead of us using that t-toy. But you’re just so young I couldn’t-“

“But I can be grown up and do grown up things!”

>Dinky steps in, “Listen anon, mom just sees you as the little colt that you are. Plus licking the floor isn’t really grown up,” You scowl at her.

>Mom hums, “I wouldn’t say that.”

>Dinky blushes, “That was just ONCE!” Dinky face-hooves before looking down to you, “Sorry little bro, but mom says you just can’t deliver right now,” She glares at mom, “Wouldn’t stop me though.”

>“Dinky he’s just a foal,” Mom responds, “He doesn’t need to be involved.”

“But I want to!”

>”Yeah mom! He wants to, so why not give him a chance?” You look to Dinky, who gives you a look like you do with muffins.

>Mom sighs in distress, “Dearest Celestia, why is everything going so wrong all of a sudden?” She cradles her face in her hooves, “Can’t we just wait until he’s a little older?”

>Dinky licks her lips, “I don’t think I want to wait,” She trots over to your side, “I think he’s better as-is,” She pulls you into a sitting position and pushes your hind legs apart, “Don’t you think so?” Mom gasps and covers her mouth as she stares at you. Curiously you look down to where she was looking and- well how about that? Your thingy got big again. You don’t really know why it’s doing it now of all times, but whatever.

>”D-Dinky please!” Mom sounds like she’s about to cry, “Those were just fantasies! I won’t act on them!”

>“Doesn’t he look like he’s ready to go mom?” You laugh a little as Dinky’s hoof tickles your inner thigh, “He’s just a tiny bit bigger than that cute little toy we share. I doubt we’d notice the difference.”

“But I don’t want to go yet; I want to show mom I can be a stallion like she wants!”

>Dinky kisses your lips, which makes them tingle a little, “I know how to show her,” You’re confused, but determined.

“How?”

>“Just let me do all the work little bro,” She says, “All you need to do is sit there and look cute.”

 

>You gasp a little when Dinky’s hoof glides to your thing. So strange, it tickled, but you didn’t laugh. It just felt so funny; you didn’t really know how to react.

“D-dinky?”

>You look up to her with wide, somewhat fearful eyes. You really didn’t know what was going on anymore. Dinky just smiles and kisses you on the lips again, “It feels good for adults. How does it feel for you?” You wanted to answer with “funny” or “weird” but Dinky’s question made you choose the third option.

“Yeah…”

>The younger mare coos and nuzzles you, kissing your face as she continues to touch you, “I’m so happy it feels good for you,” You close your eyes, whimpering at the sensation Dinky’s giving you with her hoof.

>”D-dinky, I-“

>”Shhh,” You hear her cut off mom, “He’s enjoying himself, look at that precious face.”

>A pause, “Muffin? Do you feel good?” You can’t offer another answer; you need to show mom you can be a stallion for her.

“Y-yes…”

>It’s very hard to concentrate, and Dinky’s rubbing your thing faster than before, “Tell me when you feel like you need to pee,” She says, “I’ll show you what to do,” You’re confused by that comment, but find yourself unable to retort. She continues to stroke your thing for another minute or so before she sighs in frustration. You open your eyes to see an annoyed look on your sister’s face.

>”Please let him go Dinky,” Mom looks really nervous, she sat down and her hoof is covering her filly bits. For some reason her thighs look really wet.

>”I don’t see you stopping me,” She cranes her head down next to your thing and just stares at it for a second. You try to move away, but Dinky’s holding you firmly.

“D-don’t stare at it, it’s embarrassing.”

>Dinky doesn’t listen; instead her tongue peeks out from between her lips and gives it a tentative lick, earning a very loud gasp from you, “Lil’ bro’s dick tastes so sweet,” She says before continuing, this time taking the tip in her mouth. You make various little sounds as she slides down to your base, moaning softly. Then she slides back up only to come down again. When she hilts you for the second time you buck your hips involuntarily, which makes Dinky pull away, “I told you mom, he might be young, but he still knows what to do,” Then wraps her lips around you and starts bobbing her head in your lap. You’re totally paralyzed at the strange feeling that Dinky’s making you feel, it’s literally rocking you to the core, and for some reason you want more.

“Dinky?”   

>Her ears perk up, but beyond that she continues her work.

“My thing feels weird. I think I need to pee like you said.”

>The young mare finally grants you mercy and pulls away, but her mouth is quickly replaced with her hoof, “Can you hold it for a little?” You nod your head furiously.

“I-I’ll try.”

>Dinky kisses your tip, “Good boy,” Then she looks at mom, “Come here, you’re going to do more than watch me prove you wrong,” Reluctantly mom makes her way over. She’s gasping and her breathing was heavy, was she sick? Dinky looks at you, “Can you stand up for mommy?” Hesitantly you comply, wobbling your onto your hind legs.

>”M-muffin,” Mom moans as she sits in front of you, “D-do it here… on my face,” She closes her eyes and opens her mouth. You stare, flustered and confused, especially when Dinky takes a seat next to her.

>”I know this sounds strange, but you need to pee on our faces,” Dinky says with a straight face. She’s right that does sound strange.

“But it’s gross.”

>Your apprehension only makes Dinky stroke you faster, “Just do it, I think you’ll be surprised,” Reluctantly you comply and try peeing. Something else comes though, something really hot. Some white stuff shoots out on to mom’s face and some gets into her mouth. She moans in encouragement when she feels it hit her face. Dinky gently pushes her out of the way, “Me ne-“ She didn’t get time to finish, because more shoots out, then some more, giving her a generous helping. Then, just as more comes out, mom claims your thing in her mouth, swallowing whatever is left.

>Mom pulls away with a satisfied look on her face, “So hot,” She says as she rubs her tummy, “It’s making my belly all tingly and warm.”

>Dinky makes her way over, now clean of your white stuff and proceeds to lick your stuff off mom’s face, “You hog,” She says between licks, “I wanted more.”

>”You got two shots,” Mom retorts with a giggle as Dinky continues to lap at her face, “I was just being fair.”

>”Told you he was old enough,” Dinky says as she cleans up the last of that hot stuff.

>”I-I guess so,” Was mom’s response. You couldn’t hold it anymore, finally you topple over with a thud, your hind legs sore from standing on their own for so long. You close your eyes, you feel really tired for some reason. You feel Mom pick you up, “Let’s get you to bed muffin,” In a moment of what feels like zig-zagging you finally feel your body rest against the soft plush of mom’s bed. She gives your nose a kiss, “I love you.”

“Am I a stallion now?”

>Mom giggles, “You’re a stallion,” You feel the space next to you shift, “Dinky?”

>”I’m tired too mom,” She whines as she snuggles up to you, “I don’t think I can make it to my room.”

>You feel mom lay down next to you as well, wrapping her arms around you, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to Dinky,” You pass out before you can hear a response from the younger mare.