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Hooves clop loudly on the old hardwood floor as she paces back and forth. Her body burns and her mind races as she glances periodically at the duo sitting on the old couch with faded upholstery and smooshed cushions. Clad in only a pair of panties, Fiona's sister, Phoebe, didn't even bother to put on a bra for this little meeting and Ian wears just a pair of black boxer-briefs and a matching black t-shirt, his most common undergarments. Fiona paces back and forth as she fumes, having just caught the pair having sex in Phoebe's room... And filming it!!! While Ian looks understandably concerned after having been caught, Phoebe is decidedly indifferent. She glances away and scratches inside her pointed equine ear and checks her naturally black fingernails for any grime.

"I can't fuckin' believe you two..." Fiona continues to rant in anger. "How the hell could you do this to me?! I mean, for fuck's sake!" She stops in her tracks and turns to Ian. "You think it's okay to fuck my sister, you asshole!?!?!"

"Hey, don't yell at him like that! I'm a consenting adult, and I'm your big sister, remember?" Phoebe chimes in.

"How could I forget?" Fiona grumbles, her arms crossed as she scans her sister's decidedly heftier build. "So, who's idea was it to stuff him between those slutty legs of yours, hmm?!"

"Woah, hold on a minute!" Phoebe jumps to her hooves, stepping closer and bringing her muzzle right up to her sister's. "I am not a slut... Yeah, I strip and play with myself on OnlyFurs but I do it to help pay for this shithole, and you and I both know I haven't had a cock in me for almost two years! He's the first guy I felt comfortable taking to bed since-! … Having some fun with a nice guy, a single guy that I'm not beholden to, that does not make me a slut."

"Erm... Well..." Fiona stammers, her expression changing as her sister verbally corners her.

"And besides, you already told me that you had no intention of ever dating him." Phoebe continues.

"You don't?" Ian looks heartbroken, leaning forward on the couch as he stares with big puppy dog eyes at Fiona.

"Well... I didn't say 'ever'..." Fiona looks to Ian but quickly glances away.

"Yes, you did. Hell, I came to you and asked you if I could have him!!!" An irate Phoebe screams, obviously offended by her sister's hurtful words.

"You did?!" Ian gasps, looking between the two sisters.

"No, you didn't! You never once said, 'hey, can I bang your lover? Oh, and could I film it for my brainless simps to jerk off to?' Not once did we ever have that conversation!" Fiona shoots back.

"Well, I didn't say it in those exact words..." Phoebe glances at Ian. "But I strongly inferred it!" Her head whips back around to face her sister.

"Look..." Fiona speaks softly, pausing to gather her thoughts. "I said that I wasn't ready for commitment. I was perfectly happy fucking him day and night but I just wasn't ready for something serious. I've been hurt before, and I just wasn't ready! I only wanted to play a little..."

"You said that?!?!" Ian whimpers.

"Just because I'm not ready for commitment doesn't mean, 'hey, why don't you hump my boy-toy!'" Fiona continues, outright ignoring her lover's question. "I had dibs! It was just unspoken!"

"And how is that fair to him, huh?"

"He gets my pussy!!!" Fiona retorts, flabbergasted by the confusion. "Isn't that enough?! I mean, sex is what most guys are after, isn't it!?!"

"Not every guy..." Ian murmurs.

"Okay, then how is it fair to me?" Phoebe continues to question her sister, also ignoring Ian as he sits in the background. "You're leaving a perfectly good man lying around while I'm using dildos for my audience. You didn't want to claim him so you don't get to say who he can and can't have sex with. I figured I could get better use out of him." Phoebe begins, her voice finally calming.

"Ahem… Better use?" Ian winces, feeling a bit like a piece of meat.

"Yes, I seduced your sex-friend. Yes, I asked him to film with me and we've been having all kinds of hot sex in secret for weeks now, and I'm not sorry..." Phoebe's eyes narrow as she glares at her athletic sister.

"..." Fiona can only blink, frozen in shock.

"We're two consenting adults, and what I do pays the bills."

"I pay bills, too."

"Not like I do! My work is worth more, especially with him helping me. Plus, he's damn good at it! And I'm not just talking about filming..." Phoebe giggles and winks, a proud little smile spreading across her equine face. "I haven't had this much fun in years. Maybe ever!" She exclaims, taking a seat on the couch to Ian's left.

Ian cannot help but blush a little as Phoebe extolls his masculine virtues, petting his head like a dog as she remarks about his sexual prowess. He cannot help but be flattered that such a beautiful mare would take so much pleasure in his body. It was shocking enough to have Fiona be so interested in him!

"Yeah, but-! ... But I still didn't want you to screw him..."

"I know, but he's not yours. You don't get to dictate what he does unless you're ready to slap a 'property of Stormy Morgan' ring on him and-"

"Not right now!" Fiona interrupts.

"Then shut up!"

"Don't tell me to shut up you fat whore!" Fiona blurts out, pointing a finger at Phoebe.

"Woah!" Ian starts to get up, seeing the tension bubbling over once again. "You two need to calm down!"

Fiona looks to him and stares with a wounded gaze, her bottom lip quivering as he seemingly takes to Phoebe's defense. She hangs her head and turns away, her arms crossed beneath her plump and perky breasts as she pouts.

“Hmph!" Fiona rather childishly clops a hoof on the hardwood floor.

Phoebe's face shows just how deeply her sister's insult has cut her, her eyes wide and mouth agape. However, she quickly regains her strength. She grabs Ian's wrist and gives him a tug, gaining his attention and bringing him back down onto the couch to sit beside her.

"For the record, I'm not fat, I'm "thicc", and my fans love my body... But listen, you don't have to get all defensive and start calling me names. I'm not trying to take him from you."

"You're not?!" Fiona and Ian both turn to her and ask in unison.

"No. I'm not looking for anything serious, either. I have what I need and now I even have what I want..." Phoebe speaks very casually as she curls up next to Ian.

"What do you mean?" A rather nervous looking Fiona quietly asks whilst anxiously nibbling on her fingernails, an elbow resting atop the forearm that crosses over her body.

"You know how I pay our bills." Phoebe snickers, shaking her head at her sister's feigned ignorance.

"Yeah..."

"I was capping out with solo work, anyway. I needed to up the ante. Stripping, dancing naked and playing with toys only gets you so far. I won't lie… I was crazy jealous. I heard you in your room, rediscovering your faith on a near nightly basis..." Phoebe winks as she teases her sister. "I knew that you'd found someone special. Who else could make you shriek like that?"

Fiona quietly clears her throat and looks away as her cheeks turn a light pink.

"Anytime I talked to him, I couldn't help but like him and that just made it worse. When I learned you weren't going to claim him, well… Ian's a safe bet. He's clean, cute for a human, sweet, easygoing, trustworthy, really good in bed and he has a nice, big cock. He's even okay with snuggling afterwards! You can't beat that! Hehe!"

"Yeah... Yeah, that's all true." Fiona murmurs, taking a seat on the couch to Ian's right.

Ian glances to and fro, his cheeks flushing as the sisters carry on their conversation across his chest as if he wasn't even there.

"So why are we fighting?"

"Because I caught you getting creampied by my lover!"

"Your friend-with-benefits." Phoebe swiftly corrects.

"Same thing!!!"

"No, it isn't. Look, let's stay on track here... You don't even have to stop screwing him!" Phoebe continues, a sinister smile spreading across her lips as she rests both hands on his left shoulder.

"I don't?!" Fiona's back straightens and her eyes grow wide.

"No! You can still play with him all you want! I'm not taking him from you!"

"You... You aren't?!" Fiona sheepishly asks, her tone almost pitiful and wholly unlike anything Ian has ever heard from the strong and assertive mare.

"Nope! I just need him for work from time to time, to give my audience a good show. They're already kind'a used to seeing Sinnamon's new partner. Hehe! I'd hate to take that away from them."

"Well... ... Okay." Fiona murmurs, glancing between Ian and her sister.

"So, it's all good?!" Phoebe chirps, borrowing one of Ian's commonly spoken phrases.

"I guess..."

"Alrighty!" The red mare once again uses one of his most commonly spoken exclamations. "I can draft a schedule if you'd like. I know how anal you can be with stuff like that."

"I'm meticulous..."

"Yeah, what I said." Phoebe grins. "OH! Maybe he can move between bedrooms!?"

"What, like move in with us?!" Fiona once again looks surprised.

"Mhm!" Phoebe nods with excitement.

"Uh..." Ian's eyes dart between the mare sisters.

"But... This is a two-bedroom house." Fiona points out.

"So? We can move him in and we can take turns hosting him at night, that way we're never left out and he always has company!"

"Maybe we should-" Ian attempts to speak up.

"Sure!" The blue and black mare interrupts him, a little smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes.

"Great! I'm glad we could work this out." Phoebe smiles, extending a hand across Ian's chest.

"Me, too."

The sisters shake hands, each one leaning on Ian's opposite shoulder and all the while his head whips to the left and to the right.

"Wait, what just happened?!"

"We've agreed to share you." Phoebe leans into him. "You can film with me and have fun with her."

"Is that okay with you?" Fiona asks, scooting closer and also leaning into him, a hand resting on his chest.

"Woah... I mean, 'yeah!'" He exclaims, draping his arms over each sister.

"Hehe! Good." Phoebe coos, playing with the ends of his long hair. "Like I said, I'll put together a schedule for you, sis. I can have a rough draft for you tomorrow."

"Okay."

"When do you want to move in, stud?" Phoebe giggles, resting her chin on Ian's shoulder.

"Uhm... As soon as I can pack up, I guess." He replies, unsure of what else to say or do.

"Good." She coos.

"Alright, well that's settled..." Fiona sighs, leaning hard against Ian's right side.

"Mhm." Phoebe nuzzles and then softly kisses his left cheek.

"I want him tonight, though. After this, I need it hard and then I'm gonna wanna cuddle." Fiona replies.

"Sure thing!" Phoebe chirps, now thoroughly talking like her lover. "I'm pretty worn out, anyway. Hehe!"

"Come on, stud. Are you ready?" Fiona abruptly gets up from the couch, a hand holding his.

"Oh, yeah." Ian grins, getting up and following Fiona to her bedroom.

“Good."

Fiona hastily and almost impatiently begins taking off her clothes, starting with her sports bra. She tosses her clothes aside as they make their way into the short little hallway that sees the sister's bedrooms placed directly across from the other.

"Go hard, babe. I wanna be too sore to walk to the bathroom. I need an excuse to call off work tomorrow." She giggles and winks as she looks over her shoulder at him, her hands cupping her plump breasts.

"Don't tell me how to do it; you and I both know you'll be sleeping like a rock in an hour." He confidently replies as he gives her bare ass a playful slap, his ego boosted from many weeks of sexual rendezvous with both sisters and all of them exceptionally good. "Now get your tight butt in that bed."

"Ooh! Yes, sir!" Fiona giggles, stepping into her room.

"That's right..." Phoebe murmurs, watching with a smile on her face as their now shared lover closes Fiona's bedroom door behind him. "That's a woman after Sinnamon's own heart. Hehe! ... I wonder if I could get her on camera with us..."