Rarity Sister by Anonymous


                                            >You are Anon, and you are hanging at the beach with your sister, and also your best friend Rainbow Dash.

                                            >Rarity introduced the two of you five or so years ago when you first entered high school, and you hit it off almost immediately.

                                            >Something about you two just meshes, you know?

                                            >You're both comfortable enough around each other to relax and let each other know how you really feel about shit.

                                            >Unfortunately, that also means that Rainbow Dash is comfortable enough to be an annoying prick sometimes, because she knows it'll take more than being an annoying prick to actually hurt your friendship.

                                            >Case and point: the way she really uncomfortably keeps telling you how hot your sister is.

                                            >Like right now.

                                            "Quit it."

                                            >"I'm just sayin', dude."

                                            "I know what you're just sayin', "dude". Now knock it off."

                                            >Rainbow Dash laughs and leans against your shoulder.

                                            >"And you know I'm right! Your sister is a total hottie!"

                                            >You decidedly avoid looking over at Rarity.

                                            >You already know that she's lounging on her beach towel in her self-made designer swim suit.

                                            >Fancy sunglasses on her face, a wide-brim sunhat delicately placed on top of her head (as not to mess up her hair), and book held grasped in her manicured fingers.

                                            >Long, creamy legs exposed.

                                            >Flat belly not at all covered up by her latest fashionable blouse

                                            >Soft, contented smile on her pouty lips

                                            >Nope.

                                            >You don't look at her.

                                            >Not even once, because your fucking best friend is being a creepy weirdo about it.

                                            >And you KNOW the shit she's giving you right now will increase ten-fold if she thinks she's getting through to you.

                                            "Rainbow, you're being really creepy right now," you grouse, "Would you quit telling me how hot my sister is? I get it, you wanna mash clams with her - now fuck off already."

                                            >Rainbow Dash moves around so so that she's leaning against your back.

                                            >Arms - firm and muscular, but not bulky - wrap around your shoulders, and her dangling fingers play with the sparse hair on your chest.

                                            >You feel her head come to a rest on your shoulder, and feel (more than hear) her chuckling at you.

                                            >Rainbow has always been a "punch-you-on-the-shoulder" or "fall-asleep-leaning-against-you" sort of gal, so physical contact between you isn't odd or uncomfortable.

                                            >But she's never made such an... intimate gesture with you before.

                                            >"Not that I wouldn't mind having some fun with Rarity," Rainbow Dash purrs into your ear, "but that's not what I'm talking about."

                                            >She leans in a bit closer; you can feel her breath on your earlobe.

                                            >"For real," she whispers, "Look at Rarity. Don't look with your head, look with your eyes. Don't let her know you're looking."

                                            >You roll your eyes behind your dark shades and glance over at your sister.


                                            >For all the world, you look like you're staring petulantly out into the endless ocean before you.

                                            >All you can hear is the gentle swell of the waves a few dozen meters away from you, and Rainbow Dash breathing.

                                            >Rarity is staring back at you, and it takes all your self-control and reflexes not to flinch.

                                            >She's tugged her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, and she is GLARING at you.

                                            >The book's held lightly in her thin, delicate fingers; good for needlework.

                                            >The sunhat is beginning to fall off her, sliding backwards and tugging her hair, but she (for once) doesn't seem to care that something's fucking with her mop.

                                            >Her entire body language is... weirdly hostile.

                                            >To you, of course; always to you.

                                            >What did you do THIS TIME?

                                            >For fuck's sake you left your sister alone ALL MORNING.

                                            >What in the world did you do to make her pissed off at yo-?

                                            >~chu~

                                            >This time, you DO jump.

                                            >Rainbow Dash has just kissed you on the cheek.

                                            >If you didn't have a crush on Rainbow Dash, you might have shoved her away.

                                            >Rarity growls audibly, to your surprise.

                                            >She slams her book shut and, and you can see the plasticky finish on the cover bend under her powerful grip.

                                            >The muscles on her thin arms flex, and an unhappy grimace twists her lips into something... almost ugly.

                                            >Her book has been slammed shut, and an unhappy grimace twists her lips into frown.

                                            >>"Rainbow Dash?" calls out Rarity, voice sharp, "Darling? Would you be a dear and come here, please?"

                                            >Rainbow Dash pulls her head away from your head before shouting back.

                                            >"Nah, I'm fine over here with Anon!"

                                            >She leans into you a bit more heavily, and you have to brace yourself against your own towel to avoid falling forward.

                                            >"He's pretty comfy! And warm!"

                                            >Rainbow Dash nuzzles your head, making you blush.

                                            >"What's the matter, Rares?" Rainbow asks, "Can't I spend some time with your hot brother?"

                                            >...

                                            >Rainbow thinks you're ho-?

                                            >SNAP

                                            >The finger holding Rarity's sunglasses squeezes, and the arm of the sunglasses it's holding snaps in two.

                                            >Rarity is moving her jaw like she's chewing something, and you can see her shoulders tense up.

                                            >>"Rainbow Dash," growls out your furious sister, "NOW."

                                            >Rainbow Dash cackles and kisses you on your cheek again.

                                            >"Alright, alright!" she hollers, getting to her feet and adjusting her bikini a little bit, "Keep your swimsuit on!"

                                            >You watch, confused, as Rainbow Dash almost dances over to where your sister is.

                                            >She glances at you over her shoulder and wriggles her hips as she walks.

                                            >She might not have an ass like Pinkie Pie does, but all those years of sports (and her sports scholarship over at your local college) means that Rainbow has, well...

                                            >...a pretty tight ass.

                                            >Your sister stands up, not caring as her sunhat falls off her head and blows away in the wind.

                                            >Rarity has a quiet (but intense) little something to say to Rainbow Dash.


                                            >It involves a lot of pointing, gesturing, and (at one point) something that almost looks like she's giving an imaginary penis a handjob.

                                            >You hear a few words, here and there.

                                            >>"-ou can't just-"

                                            >>"-mproper behav-"

                                            >>"-ou dare hurt my broth-"

                                            >>"-ashed cla-"

                                            >>"-orbid you fro-"

                                            >Rarity locks eyes with you for just a moment and and her breath hitches in her throat.

                                            >She looks furious and, weirdly enough, betrayed.

                                            >After a few lingering seconds, she looks back at Rainbow Dash and then points a little ways away, behind the cover of a few large rocks.

                                            >Rainbow turns around and waves at you, and then walks away with Rarity.

                                            >They both disappear behind the rocks.

                                            >...

                                            "What the fuck just happened, and why?"

                                            >Rainbow returns about ten minutes later, looking smug.

                                            >Without a word, she takes a seat next to you and leans against you once again, resting her head on your shoulder.

                                            >Rarity goes back to her own beach towel and glares furiously at her crumpled book.

                                            >You and Rainbow shoot the shit for a bit, but you notice that you never catch a flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye where Rarity is; she never actually turns the pages of her book.

                                            >God, why can't any of the women in your life behave normally?


                                            >Be Rarity.

                                            >Be Anonymous's elegant sister, looking her best every day.

                                            >Be ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS.

                                            >You simply do not care about all those devilishly l-lewd things Rainbow Dash said to you - you do NOT "have the hots" for your dear brother.

                                            >You simply worry that Rainbow is not right for him.

                                            >Similar to how his most recent girlfriend was just all wrong.

                                            >Or the one that came before that.

                                            >And the one that came before that.

                                            >...and the one that came bef-

                                            >Hmph.

                                            >The point you are trying to make is that you know Anonymous better than anybody else.

                                            >Better than your mother, or your father, or even your little sister.

                                            >You know he's a sweetheart, for one thing.

                                            >You know he'd be a natural caretaker, given the way he used to babysit Sweetie Belle back when she was younger.

                                            >You know he's an excellent listener, and that he actually cares about what you have to say.

                                            >He can make you laugh when you've been crying on your fainting couch, and he always knows just what to say to chase the rainclouds away.

                                            >Anonymous is, to be exquisitely frank, a gem among gems.

                                            >It is NOT strange (or, as Rainbow Dash put it, "totally hot") that you are capable of seeing what a wonderful person your brother is.

                                            >It takes a great amount of inner-strength and self-control to watch Rainbow Dash drape herself over his shoulders like some sort of... HARLOT.

                                            >But you manage.

                                            >You even put up an excellent show of reading, even though you are busy staring at the pair out of the corner of your eye; you wish you hadn't broken your beautiful sunglasses, or this might be a bit easier to accomplish.

                                            >You know that Rainbow Dash is a good person and a great friend, but she is not on your aggressively EMPTY list of "girls who are good enough to date my brother".

                                            >But, as Rainbow Dash pointed out, you are not his care-taker.

                                            >You do not get to make his poor decisions for him.

                                            >Well, that's simply fine.

                                            >Anonymous is free to date anyone he chooses.

                                            >You'll be there to pick up the pieces and give him a hug when he and Rainbow Dash inevitably do not work out.

                                            >And you will do your best not to be smug about it when he weeps upon your shoulder.

                                            >...just as long as he doesn't ruffle your hair in the process.