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Deus Vult [little sis Shimmer x Anon]

By OniiChansFables
Created: 2020-10-21 16:54:20
Updated: 2021-11-05 06:25:12
Expiry: Never
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    https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/30476125/#30499817
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  5. 5.
    >"What do you think, brother? Does it look good?"
  6. 6.
    >Everything on the table looks edible as far as you can tell.
  7. 7.
    "Yeah, sure."
  8. 8.
    >Your sister clears her throat, sitting over the dinner table.
  9. 9.
    >Picking up the fork, you notice her glaring at you, clearing her throat.
  10. 10.
    >"I'll say grace."
  11. 11.
    >Awkwardly putting the fork back, you clasp your hands, waiting for her to start.
  12. 12.
    >"Lord, thou who art in heaven, please bless our parents on the road, my friends from school..."
  13. 13.
    >She continues listing off a bunch of names for 'the lord' to bless, eyes closed.
  14. 14.
    >Your little sister has had some weird phases before, but this one really takes the cake.
  15. 15.
    >It started a couple of weeks ago with her insisting on calling you 'brother', apparently to be formal.
  16. 16.
    >Then she ditched her t-shirts and started wearing sweaters inside.
  17. 17.
    >That must be uncomfortably warm, but when asked, she just mumbled something about modesty.
  18. 18.
    >None of this made any sense until she started openly reciting bible verses and prayers in your face.
  19. 19.
    >The only welcome thing about this development is that she now cooks for you sometimes, for whatever reason.
  20. 20.
    >"...and bless the lettuce and the hands that pulled them from the ground. Ah-men."
  21. 21.
    "Ay-men."
  22. 22.
    >She clears her throat again, eyes drilling holes through your head.
  23. 23.
    "Uhh... ah-men."
  24. 24.
    >"Thank you."
  25. 25.
    >Apparently that's the historical pronunciation, or something.
  26. 26.
    >You chomp through the food, quietly impressed by her skill.
  27. 27.
    >As genuine as she seems, the length of this phase is starting to worry you.
  28. 28.
    >She doesn't hang out with her friends much anymore, instead engrossed in back-to-back bible readings.
  29. 29.
    >"So, brother, how about it? Will you go with me tomorrow..?"
  30. 30.
    "I'm not going to church, Shim."
  31. 31.
    >She looks at you as if you're a lost puppy.
  32. 32.
    >"Is that video game really more important than your soul..?"
  33. 33.
    "Well, it's a really good game."
  34. 34.
    >You ignore her look of disapproval, chomping on some more food.
  35. 35.
    "I actually think you'd like it, it's about reclaiming the holy land."
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  37. 37.
    >"Thanks, brother, you're the best!"
  38. 38.
    >She gives you a quick Christian side-hug before running up the stairs and into her room.
  39. 39.
    >Who'd have thought she'd be so excited about a copy of Crusader Kings 2 as an early birthday present?
  40. 40.
    >You follow her into the room, figuring she's going to need some help.
  41. 41.
    "Alright, how's it going?"
  42. 42.
    >"This is... complicated."
  43. 43.
    "I'll give you a hint, start as an Irish duke."
  44. 44.
    >You spend the next couple of hours going over the basics with her, which she absorbs with ease.
  45. 45.
    >You quite enjoy the mentor role. What better feeling is there than being useful to someone who looks up to you?
  46. 46.
    >Looking at the screen, you notice her heir and his twin sister just came of age.
  47. 47.
    >Taking over the mouse and checking their profiles, you notice they're both geniuses.
  48. 48.
    "Whoa, lucky you. Check the marriage menu for others with a genius trait."
  49. 49.
    >She filters the list, showing no results.
  50. 50.
    >"It's empty... does that mean I can't have- I mean, my duke can't have genius babies?"
  51. 51.
    >She actually looks sad.
  52. 52.
    "Well... there is one thing you can do..."
  53. 53.
    >Her face lightens up.
  54. 54.
    >"Yes?"
  55. 55.
    "I mean... you can just marry your twins..."
  56. 56.
    >"Yeah, but to whom? The list was empty."
  57. 57.
    "To each other."
  58. 58.
    >A moment of silence passes, both of you looking away as you notice each other's blush.
  59. 59.
    >"Isn't that... bad..?"
  60. 60.
    "One time should be fine, just don't do it too often."
  61. 61.
    >"No, I mean... is that allowed, in the church?"
  62. 62.
    >Figures that's the angle she's worried about.
  63. 63.
    "Yeah, I guess. Royalty did this all the time in Europe."
  64. 64.
    >She doesn't look convinced.
  65. 65.
    "I'm pretty sure the Old Testament borderline endorses this kind of thing, too. You'd know better than me."
  66. 66.
    >A bulb seems to light above her head.
  67. 67.
    >"Woah, you're... right. It kinda does..."
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  69. 69.
    >The next morning, the Sun wakes you up.
  70. 70.
    >Performing your usual waking-up routine, you notice your sister's Steam profile is active.
  71. 71.
    >Which means she didn't go to church this morning. Success!
  72. 72.
    >Deciding to check on her, you knock on her door.
  73. 73.
    "Shim, are you in there? How's it going?"
  74. 74.
    >The door opens, revealing your sister.
  75. 75.
    >Her hair is completely ragged, her eyes have bags under them, and she's wearing a t-shirt and no pants.
  76. 76.
    >"I did it, Anon... I mean broth-ugh, whatever."
  77. 77.
    >She waves you inside, pointing to the screen, looking triumphant.
  78. 78.
    >"Look!"
  79. 79.
    >Well, you'll be god-damned. Not only did she get the Jerusalem title, but she also formed Britannia.
  80. 80.
    >"Those Muslims didn't know what hit them."
  81. 81.
    "Did you stay up all night?"
  82. 82.
    >Seeing her falling down on her bed answers your question.
  83. 83.
    >Noticing her king's three chins, you check his profile, revealing the most horrific monstrosity you've ever seen produced by this game.
  84. 84.
    >A weak, inbred imbecile, ugly and clubfooted, and infirm on top of that. An impressive cocktail of negative traits to say the least.
  85. 85.
    >His parents are siblings. As are his grandparents. And great-grandparents. This entire family tree is just a ladder.
  86. 86.
    "Shim... how in the f-"
  87. 87.
    >She wraps her arms around you from behind, dropping her head on your shoulder.
  88. 88.
    >"Can I ask you something..?"
  89. 89.
    >Damn it, her face is way too close.
  90. 90.
    "S-sure..."
  91. 91.
    >"Will you be my husband?"
  92. 92.
    >Your hands go limp as you sit back into the chair, giving your little sister a raised eyebrow.
  93. 93.
    "You need to go to sleep."
  94. 94.
    >"N-no, I-" A yawn cuts her off. "I don't!"
  95. 95.
    "Okay, well, I should, uhh... get going..."
  96. 96.
    >Your words trail off as your sister begins tracing patterns on your chest instead of releasing you from the hug.
  97. 97.
    >"You know, I think we have some matching traits..."
  98. 98.
    "What's gotten into you..? Do you have a fever?"
  99. 99.
    >You reach for her forehead, feeling her warm, smooth skin against your palm.
  100. 100.
    >"See? I'm fine."
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  102. 102.
    >"So will you do it?"
  103. 103.
    >She sits back on the bed, fluttering her eyes at you.
  104. 104.
    >"Please?"
  105. 105.
    >What monster have you created?
  106. 106.
    "N-nobody will marry us, Shim."
  107. 107.
    >"I'll do it."
  108. 108.
    "You'll... marry us? Does that even work?"
  109. 109.
    >"Anything is possible when God wills it, Anon."
  110. 110.
    "How do you even know that?"
  111. 111.
    >She pats the bed beside her, summoning you by her side.
  112. 112.
    >She jumps on you and sits on your lap, arms around your shoulders.
  113. 113.
    >"I'm sure of it. The Lord sent me the signs using this game, and it's telling me that you are the one."
  114. 114.
    >That's some quality Christian logic right there.
  115. 115.
    >You're done arguing. You know she's too stubborn to have her mind changed, and you've been dreading the day she gets a boyfriend anyways.
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    "Fine... if you insist."
  117. 117.
    >That's a one-way ticket to hell guaranteed, but the overjoyed look on her face makes it all worth it.
  118. 118.
    >"A-alright!" She springs onto her feet, dragging you with her.
  119. 119.
    >She hands you a piece of paper, looking excited.
  120. 120.
    >"Recite this."
  121. 121.
    >Looking at the words written, an entire leg's worth of blood rushes into your face.
  122. 122.
    >You're supposed to say *this* to your sister..?
  123. 123.
    >Looking up at her, she's waiting for you to start.
  124. 124.
    "Uhh... I, Anonymous take you... Sunset Shimmer, t-to be my... w-wife..."
  125. 125.
    >You gulp, hand covering your face in shame. It only gets worse from here, but it's too late to back out.
  126. 126.
    "I p-promise to be true to you in good times and in bad..."
  127. 127.
    >Looking up, she's drawing circles on the floor with her foot.
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    "...in s-sickness and in health..."
  129. 129.
    >Your eyes meet, the awkward contact breaking immediately as your eyes go back to the paper.
  130. 130.
    "I will... loveyouandhonouryouallthedaysofmylife, DONE."
  131. 131.
    >You hear a giggle as you catch your breath, the vow finally done with.
  132. 132.
    >"Alright, my turn."
  133. 133.
    >She takes a deep breath and recites the entire pledge in a single exhalation, not skipping or mincing a single word.
  134. 134.
    >Ignoring your speechlessness, her eyes close and her hands move behind her back, puffing out her chest.
  135. 135.
    >"You may kiss the bride..."
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  137. 137.
    >How the hell did it come to this?
  138. 138.
    >You just wanted a sister you could play video games with, instead of that absurdly devout nun.
  139. 139.
    >On her toes and arching up her chin, your sister is standing as tall as she possibly can.
  140. 140.
    >It seems to have worked, but this... this was beyond your expectations.
  141. 141.
    >Sure, she's cute, but this is your little sister, not some cheap skank off the streets.
  142. 142.
    >This is the adorable fire-headed little girl who always insisted that the only place she could hide from thunderstorms was in your arms.
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    >Or she was, at least.
  144. 144.
    "Is this really necessary..?"
  145. 145.
    >"This is part of the ceremony, Anon. You're a man, aren't you?"
  146. 146.
    >Her eyes still closed, she looks like she's losing her balance.
  147. 147.
    >Not amused by the implication, you grab her be the shoulders somewhat roughly, eliciting a surprised jolt.
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    "F-fine."
  149. 149.
    >This is totally normal in France, right? What's the difference between a kiss on the cheeks and the lips, really?
  150. 150.
    "I can't do this with your mouth closed, you know."
  151. 151.
    >"Heh, right..."
  152. 152.
    >Her mouth hanging open, you throw caution to the wind and ram your tongue into her orifice.
  153. 153.
    >Closing your own eyes as you probe around, your image of your surroundings changes.
  154. 154.
    >Suddenly you see a big, decorated podium, and a beautiful young woman in a frilly, white dress in front of you.
  155. 155.
    >Your heart falters, shocked by the vividness of the fantasy.
  156. 156.
    >Is this divine intervention? Is 'God' showing you the way?
  157. 157.
    >Breaking the kiss, you submit to a sudden urge to wrap your arms around her back.
  158. 158.
    >"A-anon?"
  159. 159.
    "What?"
  160. 160.
    >"There's... one more thing."
  161. 161.
    >Dragging her panties down to her knees, she backs up against the wall behind her, dragging you along.
  162. 162.
    >"Consummation. Now."
  163. 163.
    "What? Is that even still a thing?"
  164. 164.
    >"Yeah, the pope can nullify our marriage if we don't."
  165. 165.
    >Putting aside her blatantly absurd concern, you drop your pants on the floor and kick them away.
  166. 166.
    "Okay... stay still."
  167. 167.
    >Moving your hands up under her shirt, you hold her against the wall by her sides.
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  169. 169.
    >"Pfft... that tickles."
  170. 170.
    >Getting your aim right, you figure you should give her some kind of warning before doing the deed.
  171. 171.
    >You're not some kind of savage, after all.
  172. 172.
    "D-DEUS VULT!"
  173. 173.
    >Jamming your erection into her holy land, the first crusade against your sister's virginity is a resounding success.
  174. 174.
    >You make out a mumbled plea to continue, following her initial yelp and the sound of her head banging the wall behind her.
  175. 175.
    >Pulling almost all the way out, you commence the second crusade and then the third in quick succession.
  176. 176.
    >"Ahh... m-more-"
  177. 177.
    >Every sound from her lips eggs you on further, chipping away at your self-control.
  178. 178.
    >Your restraints now completely gone, you move a hand further up her shirt and find your fingertips in unobstructed contact with a perked nipple.
  179. 179.
    >Your arousal peaking, you thrust another two centuries' worth of papal war declarations inside your sister in a matter of seconds.
  180. 180.
    >"Y-yes... unf~"
  181. 181.
    >Seeing her tongue peeking at the outside world, you enter her mouth in for a second taste, all the while continuing your holiest of duties.
  182. 182.
    >Soon feeling your sister starting to slide down the wall, your arms wrap around her to keep her upright.
  183. 183.
    >"Ahh... alm-ahhh... almost..."
  184. 184.
    >Unleashing your final series of thrusts, you suppress a groan as your mission ends with three spurts of your goo, the final one landing outside as you pull out.
  185. 185.
    >Your sister, meanwhile, makes no attempt to muffle her satisfaction, loudly moaning your name while failing to stand under her own weight.
  186. 186.
    >Also debilitated by the wave of euphoria, you simply fall down on the floor with her.
  187. 187.
    >Breathing heavily with your sister in your arms, you notice her resting a little too peacefully.
  188. 188.
    >You almost forgot she didn't get any sleep tonight.
  189. 189.
    >Standing up, you pick her up and lay her down on the bed, careful not to rouse her.
  190. 190.
    >Signing the cross on your chest for the first time in years, you exit the room, a true believer once more.
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