Title:           Maps's Expeditions of Self-Discovery
Author:          IamYEEPZ
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First Edit:      Wednesday 24th of February 2016 12:23:18 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 24th of February 2016 12:23:18 AM CDT

>You are Maps, adventure-seeking, archaeologist extrodanare!
>Or at least you would be, if you weren't only 10 years old, and could never get your mom to let you leave the house for more than an hour at a time
>Right now, you're sitting in your bedroom, waiting for your parents to come home from picking up your sister from her soccer game
>You had just burned through most of your very small comic collection to kill some time, and you soon notice your stomach beginning to rumble
>After taking a few moments to work up enough energy to get out of bed and head for the door, you do so, and notice something very peculiar when you head into the hallway
>Your sister had left her door open, which she often never did when she went anywhere
>A sudden curiosity burns inside you, and you head for the door before your stomach begins to rumble again
>What do?
 
Chat Decision: "Into the Unknown"
 
>Food can come later
>As for right now, you have a room to explore!
>You bravely push the door open, and are surprised at how little pink adorned the room
>Most of the decorations were green in color against the pale blue walls
>Various photos of your sister with her teams and friends dangled from thumbtacks that were tightly pressed into cardboard frames
>A few drawings sat unfinished at her workstation, positioned in front of the art supplies she had accumulated over the years
>One corner of the room boasted a shelve chocked full of various bright, polished trophies, all with a large metallic "1" standing at the base of the award
>Your disappointment grows as you fail to see any kind of memorabilia of boybands or "cute" animals, or any other "girly" artifacts
>You were going to have to have a serious chat with your friends when you saw them on school Monday
>As you continue to scan though, you see her diary sitting atop her dresser at the front of the room
>The thing boasted a padlock on the front that taunted anyone who dared try to open it without a key
>Directly to it's left though, you see her mirror with various makeup supplies out on display
>Curiosity overtakes you yet again, and you cautiously open one of the drawers in her dresser
>Lady luck seemed to smile upon you, as you found a pair of dark black panties, which were quite silky to the touch
>You'd never admit it to your friends, but you had always wondered what it felt like to be "pretty"
>But time was running short, your parents could be back any minute with your sister
>And that diary could contain plenty of saucy secrets that weren't meant for anyone else's eyes
>As you hold the panties in one hoof and the diary in the other, you're faced with a tough decision
>What do?
 
Chat Decision: Wear the panties for "exploration" purposes
 
>Deciding to take a bit of a chance, you slowly slide the panties on
>They feel even better than when you touched them
>As you feel a bit of a quiver rippling though your stomach, you shut the drawer you were peering into, and open another
>In it are various t-shirts and jerseys that she had accumulated over the years
>On top the pile was a jersey with the word "Lions" scrawled overtop it
>Her favorite team
>You shut that drawer, and open the next
>In it lays a few pairs of shorts for when she wanted to hang out with her friends, but still not go completely casual
>You then start on the bottom row, and... hello, what's this?
>The first drawer holds quite a few dresses and skirts, which you've never seen her wear in her life
>The second holds an assortment of stockings and pantyhose, again, stuff you'd never seen her wear before
>The last one was empty, save for one item
>A notebook, and written upon the cover page were the words "Things That Punt Really Likes"
>Strider, or as he was better known around the school; 'Punt', was one of the stars of her school's football team
>And you just so happened to know his little brother
>You chuckle to yourself as you close the drawer and head for her mirror again
>Like you previously observed, a verity of makeups occupied the small space, but as you get closer, you begin to note what all was in the large slection
>Scattered throughout the pile were various lipsticks, blushes, eyeliners, and hairsprays, and judging by one of the many canister's weight; they had all been heavily used
>You put the tin container down, and open up one of the side-drawers
>In it, you find a very rubber necklace, and go to put it on
>It fits overtop your head like a dream
>You then head back for her dresser, and open up the notebook drawer again
>As you flip to page one, you see in dark blue ink the words "Lipstick colors he likes" at the top of the page
>It's underlined and bolded as well, so much so that it nearly breaks through the page
>You eye the dress drawer yet again, and quickly open her shirts drawer
>So many possibilities to chose from, but time was still running out
>What do?
 
Chat Decision: "Identify her least memorable pair of panties and take them", then scan the photos for hot stallions
 
>Deciding it would be a bit too risky to try anything else on, you quickly close her open drawers, and re-open the one with her panties
>You then slide off the pair you were wearing, and messily fold them up
>As you go to put it back, you notice that the thing is chocked full of white undergarments, and eagerly pick one upIamYEEPZ
>It's not nearly as soft as the black pair, but it still feels silky to the touch
>You then look over the two pairs for a moment, and after a brief shrug, put the black pair back
>After shutting the drawer, you decide to stick the white pair on your head, and continue your exploration
>You decide to look over the photos on the walls yet again, and begin scanning for any cute mares you'd like to meet
>However, your eyes eventually fall upon a particularly intriguing stallion of all ponies, and you can't seem to take your eyes off of him
>Everything from his soft blue coat with white streaks in his hair and sharp green eyes just seemed so.. appealing to you
>As you continue to gawk over his silky-looking mane, you plop yourself onto your sister's bed, and immediately start feeling that fluttery sensation bubbling up in your tummy again
>However, your time staring was cut painfully short, as the sound of a honking horn sounds from the driveway
>As you take a quick peek out of your sister's window, you spot your parent's car sitting in the driveway
>Panic floods your mind, and you quickly hop off the bed and head for the door
>You could just leave right now, and make it to your room with time to spare
>However, if you acted fast enough, you might just be able to snatch one more thing from your sister's drawer
>What do?
 
Chat Decision: Return to bedroom, next time the opportunity arises, head back into sister's room to snap a photo of the photo
 
>"Maps honey, we're home!" you hear your parents call
>You quickly pull the panties off of your head, and slide them underneath your sheets
>After taking a deep breath, you head out of your room and down the stairs to greet your folks
>You do so rather shakily, but they don't seem to notice
>"Hey Squirt!" you hear your sister say, as she playfully grabs you in a headlock.
>"How's my favorite little brother?"
>You jokingly demand that she stop her actions, but she ignores you like always, and even presses her hoof harder into your head before she lets you go
>You ask her how her game went, which puts an enormous grin on her face
>Mental note, your sister would love to see you at her games
>She continues to ramble on for a few minutes, before she excuses herself to her room to call her friends
>You nervously follow her, and urgently press your ear to the wall when you've both entered your rooms
>For a solid twenty minutes, you listen to her talk to her friends about her day, all the while hoping that she didn't realize that you were snooping around
>Eventually though, you get sick of waiting, and head back to your bed, where you cover up your entire lower half with your blanket
>You then slide your pilfered panties back up your legs, and start thinking about the stallion yet again
>With a sigh of descent, you rest your head against your forelegs, and begin wondering what exactly' got into you back there