Down with the Sickness. (Fluttershy)


                                            >You sneeze. Loudly.

                                            >Christ this cold is killing you.

                                            >Probably literally, in a minor way, too, now you think about it.

                                            >You're sweating through your shirt, although leaving the safety of the covers means you'll freeze.

                                            >So, in essence, fucked either way.


                                            >You shiver, and pull the sweaty cloth tighter about your person.

                                            >You blame fucking Dash.

                                            >"Hey Anon, lemme grab a swig of your soda!" She'd said.

                                            >"Don't be lame," she'd said.

                                            > Wily blue bitch only started sneezing and hacking up a lung after she'd covered the damn mouthpiece in saliva.

                                            > Fucking Dash.


                                            >You interrupt your own thought process with a bout of coughing, and through it barely hear the door open.

                                            >Fluttershy creeps in, arms bundled with assorted goods.

                                            > You see she's somehow keeping a tray on top of the pile, and judging by the steam rising off the top you can only hope she doesn't spill it.

                                            >On her, or you.

                                            >"A-Anon," she squeaks.

                                            "Over here, Shy. Where you left me." You beckon her over, trying to use your voice as a beacon.

                                            > She teeters over to your desk, setting the pile down over your work.

                                            >"I brought soup. A-and blankets, and some damp cloths for your head."

                                            >Oh that sounds nice-- wait

                                            "You did put the damp and dry things seperate, right, 'Shy?"

                                            > You hear a panicked gasp, as your sister tries to seperate the dry from the damp..

                                            >.. without taking the food tray from the top.


                                            >You hear a crash and a yelp, and you're upright in bed.

                                            >The cold's already getting to you.

                                            >Fluttershy's sat there on the floor, looking panicked as she tries to wipe hot soup from herself.

                                            >It's not very effective as far as efforts go.

                                            >You quickly cross the room in the weird swaying steps only a fever can get you.

                                            >You stare at your little sister for a minute, before grabbing some of the wet cloths from the pile

                                            >You wipe at her face and shoulders, trying to sooth the angry reddened skin.

                                            >You wipe away the noodles from the soup.

                                            >You sniff.


                                            "Chicken Noodle?" You ask

                                            >"Mmhmm." She replies sullenly, seeming to shrink into herself.

                                            "Hey, I appreciate the effort."

                                            >You frown at the pink sundress she's wearing. It's practically soaked through with soup.

                                            "You're gonna have to get out of that."

                                            >She looks shocked, before standing slowly, and beginning to pull the dress over her head.

                                            >When did she get such long legs?

                                            >When did she get HIPS?

                                            >You stare with rapt attention at the impromptu strip show, before remembering yourself.

                                            "NOT IN HERE." You cry out.

                                            >She blinks at you, a noodle still stuck to her forehead.

                                            "I meant l-like.."

                                            >Oh great, now YOU'RE stuttering.

                                            "Out in your room. G-go change there."

                                            >Because otherwise you'll ogle her throughout like some sort of creep.


                                            >She seems to deflate, and she nods mutely, before quickly picking up the bowl and tray and shuffling out.

                                            >Good job, Anon. Not only are you a sister-ogling creep, you're also an asshole.

                                            >You sneeze.

                                            >God fucking dammit.


                                            > A short while later, after you've changed the sweaty bedding for the fresh blankets Fluttershy brought up you wrap yourself in a dressing gown and sit at your desk.

                                            >You eye the mountain of work that's been brought home daily from your teachers by Fluttershy.

                                            >She's too good for you.

                                            >TO YOU.

                                            >You shake your head at the mental slip up, and put it on the fever that's been creeping into your brain over the course of the day.

                                            >You grab the top most booklet from the pile and flick it open. Sequences and series.

                                            >Great.

                                            >You get to work.


                                            >"Anon, are y-you w-working?"

                                            >Oh shit, that's her equivelant of yelling.

                                            >You slowly turn in your chair, creaking slowly as you go.

                                            >Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.

                                            "Would you believe me if I said no?"

                                            >She fixes the Fucking Stare on you.

                                            >Blue eyes meet your green, and you try.

                                            >You really do.

                                            >But she wins out.


                                            "Ok, ok, I'll cut it out."

                                            >"Bed. Now." She points, still glaring daggers at you.


                                            >You shuffle over to your bed, removing your gown.

                                            >"H-how am I going to keep you from trying to work every time I leave t-the room?" She asks, frowning. Then she smiles.

                                            >She clambers in next to you.

                                            >She curls up around you, throwing an arm over your damp chest, and a leg over yours.

                                            >Brain, this is boner, we're taking control.

                                            >BELAY THAT ORDER, PRIVATE.

                                            "Yo-you'll get sick, too!" You try and put as much foreboding in your tone as possible.

                                            >"Oh, that d-doesn't bother me."

                                            >Shy's sort of the type that would hug a mangy mutt if it would make it feel better.

                                            >She hugs you tighter.

                                            >There's a moment of silence as you internally panick.

                                            >Never have you wished more for erectile dysfunction.

                                            >"You're w-warm. Boiling, even." She frowns, pink hair drooping over her eyes briefly. She removes a hand from your chest, running it through her hair.

                                            >The sweat causes it to stick together, leaving her face, for once, entirely unobstructed.

                                            >You think very unbrotherly things.

                                            >No one should look that good without makeup.

                                            >Especially your older sister.

                                            >Didn't she mention offers to model for some of Rarity's friends?

                                            >She's staring at you.

                                            >"A-Anon?"

                                            "Yep. Haha, that's me. Just, being here. All cool. Well, warm but I'm cool internally." Oh shit. The stammer's been replaced by rambling.

                                            >You are so fucked.

                                            >"Y-you're so strange, sometimes." She rests her head above your heart again.

                                            >Can she hear how hard it's pounding?

                                            "Sorry." You croak out.

                                            >"I d-didn't say it was a bad thing, Anon.." She trails off, lightly tapping you with her nails.

                                            >She always did like to fidget.

                                            > She shifts, and her leg brushes against you.

                                            >More accurately, the dukedom of Little Anon.

                                            >She freezes.

                                            >"O-oh." She mutters.


                                            >You stare dead ahead.

                                            >This is it.

                                            >This is how you die.

                                            >Not that Shy herself will kill you.

                                            >It's more you'll an hero because holy shit you sick fuck you think of your sister that way

                                            >"Y-you think I'm pretty?"

                                            >What.

                                            "Kind of a- yes, Shy." You frown. She hasn't moved, but her leg isn't touching your member anymore.

                                            >And surely that's a good thing, right?

                                            > Still, a part of you is disappointed.

                                            >Surprise: said part is your dick.

                                            >"O-okay." She nods against your chest.

                                            >Then she's moving.

                                            >No, shit, you can't let her just lea--

                                            >And she's leaning over you, straddling you.

                                            >Her knees are pinning your arms down, practically nailing your hands to the bed.

                                            >Fuck she has bony knees.

                                            "S-Shy. 'Cha doin'?"

                                            >"W-would you like to kiss a pretty girl, A-Anon?"

                                            > Holy shit, this is not working out like you thought.

                                            >This is not going how you thought at ALL.

                                            "I mean, who wouldn't, right? Not me. Wait. Wouldn't.. not.. double negative..Look, w-what I'm saying is I like girls. Pretty ones. Yeah."

                                            > yousayingilikedudes.jpeg

                                            >She opts to shush you with her lips.

                                            >This is entirely new to you.

                                            >Not just the kissing your sister part, but for some reason the only girls you've dated have been.. thin lipped, to say the least.

                                            >Her lips are full, and soft and entirely pleasant.

                                            >A shock runs through you, from the base of your spine to your feet and  back up again.

                                            >A soft tingle runs up your nethers as your sister grinds her ass clumsily into your dick, breaking the kiss.

                                            >You gasp at the sudden contact.

                                            >"A-am I doing it right?" She bites her lip, looking at you with worry.

                                            >No, what you're doing is very wrong, and we should stop.

                                            >No, this goes against God and probably several other deities.

                                            "Y-yeah, Shy. That was amazing."

                                            >She nods, and shudders slightly. The effect isn't unpleasant in the slightest to your dick.

                                            >She's shivvering, and folds over to hug your chest again.

                                            >"A-am I a bad sister?"


                                            >Woman, at the minute you're winning Sister of the Year award for the next century.

                                            > This is assuming somehow the feedback from your dick doesn't reach your head and somehow kill you.

                                            >You're not a scientist.

                                            >"Anon?" She's looking at you, rosy-faced and shivering.

                                            "No, Shy. But if you are, we're bad together." You give her a small smile, which she copies.

                                            >She chews her lip again, and you stare, transfixed.

                                            >You really wouldn't mind biting that lip for her.

                                            >You realise there are a lot of things on Shy you wouldn't mind biting, or tasting in some way or another.

                                            >You feel a flush that isn't entirely fever blazing hot on your face, and you breathe slowly, trying to think.

                                            >"B-bad together.." she muses, eyeing your pinned down form. You nod once, not really being able to do much else.

                                            >You shudder, partly from the cold, and partly due to your arousal.

                                            >If you weren't so weak right now you could turn the tables.

                                            >But at the minute, you're kind of working off your sister's good graces.

                                            >The floor is her's, so to speak.

                                            "Stupid question; but we're not telling anyone about this, right?" You frown.

                                            >Her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head vehemently, a bang covering one frightened eye.

                                            >"Oh, h-heaven's n-no. I-if anyo-anyone found out we'd be--"

                                            "Let's not think about that right now."

                                            >She nods once, before looking at you with a small smile, and a nervous glance down to your abdomen.

                                            >"Y-you know, Anon.. m-maybe you could use a shower."

                                            >You ARE covered in sweat and the room temperature air is enough to somehow chill you to the core.

                                            >It's like being outside in the winter.

                                            "Shy, if I tried to shower I'd fall on my ass."

                                            >"That's why.. why I'd like to h-help."

                                            >Boner no.

                                            >Boner YES.

                                            >Your dick pulses and Shy giggles, adjusting herself from side to side. "I t-think someone e-else likes that idea."

                                            >Between your sweat pants and her thin shorts there isn't a whole lot between the two of you in terms of layers.


                                            >And besides, you bathed together when you were kids.

                                            >Not like that is anything like this situation.

                                            >Kind of like saying 'We play with paintball guns all the time, we're thinking of a gang driveby for funsies.'

                                            >You weren't exactly trying to bang eachother as kids, thank God.

                                            >You're pretty sure your parents would at least have rethought their 'open parenting' plan if that happened when they were a bit more.. attentive.

                                            "So, how are we doing this shower deal?" You ask, fighting to control your stammer.

                                            >The last time you saw Shy anything close to naked was years ago.

                                            >Right now your cock is perfectly held in place by her ass.

                                            >Shy rolls off of you.

                                            >Your dick protests mightily.

                                            >She holds up a finger, and if she's gone to check on Angel right now you may explode.

                                            >You hear the sound of water on tile from down the hall.

                                            >You have decided your sister is an angel sent down to both torment you, and be as nice as a being can physically be.

                                            >"C-come on, Anon, the water should be hot by n-now."

                                            >Oh shit this is actually happening.

                                            >You've read enough shitty doujins to know where this is going.

                                            >You've never even HAD sex before.

                                            >"A-Anon."

                                            "Coming," you mutter, standing slowly.

                                            > She rushes over to support your frail frame, and you two slowly make your way down the hall.


                                            >Steam already rises from beneath the door frame, and you wonder exactly how hot the water IS at this point.

                                            >Sometimes your sister makes some poor choices. For example, riding her brother's dick.

                                            >Hey-o!

                                            >Oh yeah, the shower.

                                            >You're suddenly filled with some trepidation, and the two of you stand there, looking lost.

                                            "So yeah. How are we doing this?"

                                            >"W-w-well, first of all we take off our clothes." She stammers, biting a nail as she looks between the pair of you.

                                            >You bite down on the sarcasm rising through you.

                                            >No shit you both need to take your clothes off.

                                            >"I t-think I should g-go first. Y-You'll f-freeze waiting f-for me." You notice your arms are wrapped around your chest feebly trying to keep heat in.

                                            >This is fucking happening.

                                            >Shy looks at herself as though unsure of where to start. She reaches down, grabbing the hem of her baggy shirt and pulls it up over her head.

                                            >You watch, as a slim stomach is revealed. Then a slightly protruding ribcage.

                                            >Then a pink bra. Complete with butterflies.

                                            >Sort of similar to those you're feeling in your stomach.

                                            >Cheesy, but true. You're nervous.

                                            >Then she unbuckles her belt and pulls down the shorts slowly.

                                            >They seem to struggle to move over her hips, but she tugs and tugs and eventually the shorts come down.

                                            >She nimbly steps out of them.

                                            >She's stood there in her patterned bra, and gray panties, looking unsure of which hurdle she wants to overcome first.

                                            >"S-shall I take off my bra now, o-or?"

                                            "What--" You clear your throat. Now is not a good time to sound like a pre-pubescent boy about to scope his first look at tits."Whatever you're comfortable with, Shy."

                                            > You try to smile reassuring, although between the fever, and the blood locking your dick ramrod straight you're having trouble STANDING.

                                            >Higher brain functions are slowly ceasing.

                                            >"C-could you help me with my bra? M-my h-hands are sha-shaking." She looks away from you.


                                            >Her hands are shaking? YOU'RE shaking. You gulp, taking in a breath for resolve and head over.

                                            >You stagger over, using the nearby counter as a support.

                                            >"I-it's a d-double c-clasp." She explains.

                                            >You have fuck all idea of what that means.

                                            >Fumbling a little, you steady your hands.

                                            >This is how bomb defusals must happen.

                                            >With poise.

                                            >With grace.

                                            >With dignity- Holy shit this is tricky. Okay, pull once, then..

                                            >No.

                                            >Okay, try from THIS angle..

                                            >"J-just p-pull twice, An-Anon."

                                            >You pull away from her back, then push the hooks out from the clasps.

                                            >Shy shrugs her shoulders, letting the bra straps fall down her arms.

                                            >You blink as she presses herself against you.

                                            >You can feel the bra falling from her breasts.

                                            >Her bare chest pushes against yours, and you can feel slight protrusions where her nipples are hardening against you.

                                            >"Anon." She moans lightly, pulling your mouth towards hers for a kiss.

                                            >Her hand tangles in your hair, and tightens, keeping you against her mouth.

                                            >Not like you're going anywhere.

                                            >She runs a hand down your burning body to your crotch, grabbing at the flesh she finds there.

                                            >You moan into her mouth.

                                            >She steps back, breaking the kiss with a light trail of saliva connecting you for the briefest moment.

                                            >She hooks her thumbs into her panties, pulling them off quickly.

                                            >You eye the small cluster of hair on her pubis, like light pink frosting.

                                            >And you have a sudden desire to eat cake. Fantastic.

                                            >You decide to try something.

                                            >You kneel down and eye her pussy with the air of a man who knows what he's doing.

                                            >You gently place a kiss on her pubic hair, before trailing down.

                                            >Each kiss produces a squeak of pleasure from your sister.

                                            >"W-what are you d-doing?"

                                            > Her questions turn to a moan as you reach her lower lips.

                                            >You kiss the small bud at the top, and she quivers.

                                            >Her hand grabs at your hair, and you hear her murmur "S-shower, n-now."


                                            "Shy, I need to get my sweatpants off."

                                            >Without a fucking moment's hesitation she yanks them down.

                                            >"D-done." She says proudly, before sliding open the shower door.

                                            >She grabs you by the dick, and steps in.

                                            >On one hand, ow.

                                            >On the other hand, this is surprisingly hot.

                                            >You're talking about the shower.

                                            >What else would you be talking about?

                                            >"O-okay, first let's c-clean you up." Shy says as she grabs some lotion or another from the alcove shelf.

                                            "W-wait, why me first?"

                                            >"B-because we're here to c-clean y-you. A-anything e-else that h-happens is just a b-bonus." She gives a smile that practically melts your heart.

                                            >And warms your dick.

                                            >We are reaching super critical capacity, Cap'n.

                                            >She works her fingers into your shoulders, turning you around so you face the wall and she's facing your back.

                                            >You smell honey in the lotion, and you rest your head on the wall.

                                            >The cool stone soothes your headache slightly.

                                            >You let her rub small circles into your back, before she turns you around and starts rubbing at your chest.

                                            >"O-okay, t-tell me if this h-helps.." She gains a look of intense concentration, before kneeling down.

                                            "Tell you if what hel-" You finish with a yelp as she takes your dick in her mouth.

                                            >This is new.

                                            >It's warm, and wet and you can feel her tongue hesitantly stroking your length.

                                            >Throughout it all, she keeps her eyes locked on yours, occasionally breaking contact to focus on what she's doing.

                                            >That is to say, you.

                                            >She bobs her head, lips sliding over you and creating a jerking sensation.

                                            >You watch your sister, hair plastered to her scalp, teal eyes locked onto yours as she spit shines your cock.

                                            >You feel a building pressure at the base of your shaft, and you know what's coming.

                                            "Shy - " You're interrupted by a groan as she lewdly slurps away. "- I'm close already."


                                            >She looks at you quizically, muttering something around your meat before nodding and determinately redoubling her efforts.

                                            >Her head pistons forward and back, and you take a minute to be impressed.

                                            >You mean, it's not like she's seasoned in this.

                                            >Your dick begins to spasm, and despite it not being the most brotherly of gestures, you grab her head and begin thrusting.

                                            >There's a sound of light protest before Shy just seems to go along with it, eyes closed.

                                            >Pleasure erupts from you, and you moan as you send your load into her mouth.

                                            >She opens her eyes, making sure you're watching.

                                            >She seems unsure.

                                            >She fucking swallows it.

                                            >You've been told this is a sign of love in many cultures, and from the way Shy's looking uncertain of herself, you're sure this is one of them.

                                            >Your head droops, before you lift it to look her in the eye. She's flushed.

                                            "Thank you, Shy."

                                            >"N-no problem, Anon." She smiles at you, love in her eyes.

                                            "Let's get you washed u-" You frown as your vision tilts.

                                            >No, you're tilting.

                                            >You slam into the wall, and frown, blinking.

                                            >You feel like there's no strength left in your legs.

                                            >"Anon?" Shy asks, quickly supporting your form, and cupping your face.

                                            "I'm.. fine. Sorry, I'm just not feeling great suddenly."

                                            >You sort of also feel like a stereotype.

                                            >Haha, typical man, cums then wants to sleep.

                                            >Except it feels like your body is actively trying to shut down.

                                            >"I-it's fine. L-let's get you b-back to bed." Shy steps out of the shower, retrieving two fluffy towels for the pair of you.

                                            >She helps you dry off, and climb into some clean basketball shorts and a shirt before kissing you on the forehead and disappearing.

                                            >Probably to get changed.

                                            >You curl up in bed, feeling drained.

                                            >You've decided your sister is a succubus. It's the only explanation.

                                            >You lay there, debating on what you've done.

                                            >You're happy to note that it wasn't just sex. You do genuinely still love your sister. Even if that love has.. other levels to it.


                                            >The door creaks open, and you crack an eyelid open to watch Shy dart under the covers, wrapped up in fluffy pyjamas.

                                            >She spoons you again, somehow fate has decided Ye Are Little Spoon.

                                            >You're okay with this.

                                            >You're okay with a lot right now.

                                            "Sorry I didn't get you to finish, Shy. Hell, I didn't get you to start." You frown into your pillow.

                                            >Shy wraps her arms around you, and breathes in the honey scent of lotion.

                                            >"I-it's ok, Anon. I h-had fun. Y-You can j-just owe me." She giggles.

                                            "Owe you?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. Sort of a useless gesture from her vantage point.

                                            >"F-for next time," she clarifies, poking you in the side.

                                            >Next time. You smile. There's going to be a next time.

                                            >You cough up some phlegm, and frown. Damn that hurt.

                                            "Alright, I owe you for next time... lover." You try to put a purr on the last word, but it's more of a slurring effect with the state you're in.

                                            >She jabs you in the side lightly and you wince.

                                            "Ow." You whine.

                                            >You both lapse into silence.

                                            >There's nervous tapping on your side.

                                            >"A-Anon, you s-still l-love me, r-right?" she mutters into your hair.

                                            "Always have and always will, Shy." She hugs you tighter.

                                            >And with that, you both fall off to sleep.


                                            >It's the next day.

                                            "I told you you'd get sick, too." You mutter at the lump in bed next to you.

                                            >"I-I know I j-just thought I-I'd -- " your sister is cut off by a loud sneeze, and she shivers, wiggling into the covers.

                                            "Your soup hot enough?" You ask, frowning.

                                            >"Y-yes, thank you, Anon." She slurps at her vegetable soup.

                                            >Fucking vegetarians.

                                            >Which you did.

                                            >You, Anon, fucked a vegetarian.

                                            >Also your sister, but hey.

                                            >So you're kind of fucked up.

                                            >And maybe she is a little bit, too.


                                            FIN