Questionable Choices

>Day questionable choices in Equestria.
>You and your bro Dash were pretty comfortable around eachother, so you thought why not share another activity together.
>Currently, you're shirt is off, your back pressed up against hers, the two of you sitting up.
>You can feel the beat of her heart, definitely a lot faster than what it should be.
>That, and a little bit of moaning as well as a turn of a page here and there.
>You should really focus on your own shit though, not what she's doing.
>Looking down at the magazine in front of you, a seductive looking Cheerilee sits on the page.
>It's taken you a while, but you've finally gotten over the whole 'But they're ponies!' thing.
"Oh you dirty mare. Not able to afford rent this month?" you whisper to yourself.
>The light movement on your back stops for a second, the light rubbing noise with it.
>"You say something?" she says through a stutter, making sure to not turn around and look.
>Didn't want to break the rules and all.
"No..." you reply a little shakily.
>The light noise starts again with another flip of the page, as well as the small amount of movement on your back.
>Fuck this, if she's able to do it, why the hell shouldn't you.
>You start going at it, the idea of Cheerilee desperate for money at the forefront of your mind, every page flip getting more and more deviant.

>"Hmpf."
>Until a rather audible grunt emits from your bro behind you, the movement against your back picking up as well as her breathing.
>And you're mind begins to wander again, thinking of the mare the noises are coming from, what her face might look like now, where her forehoof was, what it was...
>And time to kill those thoughts. It isn't like that, stop being so fucked up.
>"A-Anon..." she whispers as you feel her back muscles tensing up against you.
>Oh fuck no.
>You're done with this shit.
>Shooting up, you turn around getting full view of everything, the magazine Dash was 'looking at' almost not even in her view, her eyes closed, and with pursed lips.
>"Ohhhhh..." she lets out another soft moan, not even noticing that you're standing up looking at her, her hoof pausing as she almost vibrates.
"Fuck this, I'm out!" you say almost running out of the room after zipping up your pants.
>Why did you even listen to her, that was the dumbest idea.