Alone on a Friday Night, Bro?


                                            >"Alone on a Friday night?"

                                            >"When you could be out kissing mares?"

                                            >"Kinda pathetic isn't it?"

                                            >your sister Scarlet Shadow leers at you, her hooves folding into each other as she leaned on the coffee table

                                            "Fuck you Scarlet"

                                            >"Ha! You wish! Here you are, sitting on the couch, reading a book when there's a world of mares."

                                            "I'm going to tell Mom!"

                                            >"Tell mom about how you cursed at me?"

                                            >damn

                                            >should have watched your mouth, shouldnt you?

                                            >"Well whatever, Lucky Amber is coming over, so you do what you want, loser"

                                            >you want to tell her off, threaten to tell your moms about her bringing over a friend, and the way she pauses to sneer at you tells you she wants you to fight back too

                                            >you turn your head to your book, you're not going to get baited this time

                                            >you turn your eyes to look at her when she gives a huff, a look of disappointment on her face as she turns to get herself some dinner from the kitchen

                                            >not two pages further do you hear a knocking on the door

                                            >"Anon! That's her, go open the door!"

                                            >bitch

                                            >you mark your book with your trusty Twilight bookmark, you really wish you could visit her library some day

                                            >shoving off the couch you trundle over to the door, annoyed your sister seemed to pick the perfect time to leave

                                            >the knocking begins anew as you reach the door, unlocking and opening it to be greeted by Lucky Amber, a pegasus you consider so far out of your league you may as well be playing junior varsity while she's playing national level buckball

                                            >of course your mind went blank when you saw her, and she had to drop her smile and cough to bring you back to the world of the living

                                            "Oh, uh, hi, Scarlet's in the kitchen making food, I don't know if you ate before you came over?"

                                            >"Oh, I'm quite alright, thank you!"

                                            >she beams at you

                                            >muh heart

                                            >muh dick

                                            >stepping aside to let her in, she trots off, when you feel something brush against you

                                            >was that her tail?

                                            >did she... flick it at me?

                                            >no, she probably just had a twitch, why would she flirt with you like that?

                                            >you close the door as her interest takes her closer to the kitchen

                                            >"Sup Amber, Im in here! You want a daisy sandwich?"

                                            >"Oh, I had quite the dinner already, thank you. So are we ready for tonight?"

                                            >you lose interest as the girl gossip begin, instead taking your prized spot on the couch so you can get comfortable with your book once more


                                            >you get lost in your adventures of Colten Jack and his Submareine for a good hour before you suddenly notice the only sounds are your own breathing and the ticking of the mantel clock

                                            >where had the giggles and gossip gone?

                                            >your first thought is that they had gone upstairs

                                            >out of curiosity, and not from paranoia at protecting your room, you give a listen

                                            >were they in your sister's room you would be able to hear the floor creaks and muffled voices above you

                                            >but all you hear is silence

                                            >where are they?

                                            >a bump at the other end of the house is entirely out of place

                                            >but it sounds like it came from upstairs

                                            >and not from your room either

                                            >you sneak off the couch, always careful to bookmark your spot, and begin slinking towards the stairs

                                            >step on that board

                                            >not step on that lighter one

                                            >against the wall

                                            >now middle of the hall

                                            >you don't know why you became obsessed with learning to walk quietly, but you've been doing it as long as you remember, memorizing 'safe routes' through troublesome areas

                                            >like the stairs infront of you

                                            >4 steps up, then shuffle to your right a bit

                                            >now 2 more steps before you spread your legs to walk on each side of the stairs

                                            >and you step over the top step, never on it, lest it groan like hydra in an outhouse

                                            >now you can hear talking again, but you can't make out the words

                                            >but you realize its coming from the one place they shouldnt be

                                            >moms' room

                                            >gotta keep creeping, until you notice everything has gone quiet once more

                                            >fuck

                                            >you freeze, not knowing if they're listening or if the next step will make enough noise for them to take notice

                                            >you're so close!

                                            >you're almost about to fall over when the talking begins again, now accompanied with sounds of drawers being opened and closed

                                            >you're not too familiar with the floor here, and just when you're about take a peek into the room, you're suddenly frozen when the floor speaks up

                                            >the sound is loud enough that they HAD to hear it

                                            >you do the only thing you can think of, the only thing you can ever do

                                            >you stay still

                                            >you stay quiet

                                            >and listen as unintelligible whispers go back and forth

                                            >"Nah"

                                            >your sister speaks up enough for you to hear

                                            >"He's too much of a klutz to get around without me knowing, he's still probably on the couch reading his kirin komics"

                                            >hey

                                            >you havent read any kirin komics for two years

                                            >and looks like you are the best sneak in the house

                                            >you give a quick thanks to Fraud Towered for teaching you how to sneak before peeking around to see what's going on


                                            >when you peer around the corner, what awaits you is nothing but confusion

                                            >leather

                                            >ropes

                                            >a saddle

                                            >a bridle

                                            >a blue dildo

                                            >3 different books

                                            >cuffs

                                            >5 magazines, the only one you can make out having a stallion giving quite a hug to-

                                            >back up

                                            >a dild-

                                            >oh

                                            >they're going through mom's sex toys

                                            >you should stop this

                                            >you have to stop this

                                            >this is what you need to pull one over on your sister

                                            >anything you do this weekend?

                                            >forgiven

                                            >ogres and oobliets nights at the game shop?

                                            >back on

                                            "Hah!"

                                            >You let out your mighty warcry as you jump around the corner and stomp into the room

                                            >Amber lets out an eep and nearly takes off as her wings push her back into a wall

                                            >Scarlet just looks at you, eyes wide

                                            >"Uh"

                                            "I'm telling Mom! You're going to be in SOOO much trouble."

                                            >"No!" both girls cried in unison

                                            >Scarlet continued "I'll- I'll do whatever you ask, your laundry? Done. Dishes? I'll do them for a month. Just, Don't. Tell. Mom."

                                            >she slinks off the bed and starts groveling on the floor

                                            >Amber lowers her head in apparent shame too "I can help too, just don't tell my parents. Please."

                                            >well you could think of so many things

                                            >but there's one thing that all the toys strewn about have in your mind

                                            >but....

                                            >are you truly that depraved?

                                            >are you really going to become even worse than your sister?


                                            >you hesitate

                                            >the urge is strong

                                            >but you want to push it

                                            >she could easily try and blackmail you in return

                                            >you dont even get a chance to reply before your sister looks up at you

                                            >her eyes aren't filled with deviousness

                                            >they've become the very essence of mischief

                                            >you get lost in the crimson tide of her eyes

                                            >as if you were going to drown in blood

                                            >you're saved from taking your last breath when your stomach grumbles

                                            >both mares and yourself look down at your stomach

                                            >in your drive to finish your book you had completely forgone eating

                                            "I want you to make me some dinner"

                                            >

                                            >is that really what you're going with

                                            >the mares just look at each other, you can tell they're trying not to smile

                                            >you're such a fucking retard

                                            >you could have asked for more than that

                                            >"Wait, no, not just dinner, you do what I say until mom comes back"

                                            >your sister composes herself faster than Amber and speaks up

                                            >"Alright. We'll do whatever you want for the weekend"

                                            >she tilts her head and looks to Amber with a side glance

                                            >who, in turn, looks at her, then at you, and back to your sister

                                            >"Agreed"

                                            >you just stand there

                                            >with two mares at your command to make you dinner

                                            >you just stand there, with two mares at your command to make you dinner

                                            >and you just keep standing there, with two mares at your command to make you dinner

                                            >"Hey. Dipshit. Are you going to tell us what you want to eat or not?"

                                            "Uh. Haygetti and wheatballs." Should be a quick meal anyone can make. And your brain finally functions to notice the insult. " And dont call me names."

                                            >"At your command, /master/."

                                            >oh if tones could kill

                                            >the two mares trot off to go prepare your dinner, as you look at the mess they've left in the room

                                            >Mom wont be back until Sunday night, so they can always clean it up later

                                            >wow that stallion sure looks like he's enjoying that mare on the cover of the magazine

                                            >you start on your way into the hall, shutting off the light as you leave


                                            >down in the kitchen, you sit at the table as Amber sets a place for you

                                            >it feels a bit awkward being waited on by your sister and your crush, you'll admit

                                            >but you're hungry and you've already used your favor

                                            >may as well get the most of it before she goes home and your sister tries to get revenge

                                            >the girls whispering at the stove draws your attention from the empty plate before you

                                            >you can’t make out any words, but their tone looks like they’re asking questions

                                            >though you can see your crush glancing at the food every so often with a but of concern

                                            “If you girls need help cooking just ask”

                                            >your sister bucks a leg at you

                                            >”we’re just talking, fuckwit”

                                            “Well, since it seems like you need a name to call me, you can do with ‘my lordship’ or ‘master,’ how about that.”

                                            >you can see Amber’s face scrunch to suppress a smile, saying all you need to know about the face your sister is making


                                            >”Your meal, m’lord”

                                            >Amber places the plate on the table as your sister begins doing the dishes

                                            >”Would you like any cheese on it?”

                                            “No thanks, I don’t really like cheese when I’m having it with wheatballs”

                                            >”Very good, may I get you anything else?”

                                            >damn, she’s really good at this act

                                            >if you don’t send her away now Anoncolt Jr might try to say something

                                            “That’ll be all, I’m sure Scarlet could use some help.”

                                            >she merely curtseys and turns away to help with the dishes as you enjoy your meal

                                            >noodles are a bit too soft, and you wish you could teach your sister how to properly season wheatballs, but it’s still something to eat

                                            >now is the time to think about how else to use your newfound power

                                            >obviously they’ll be making dinner for you tomorrow and Sunday

                                            >but what else?

                                            >cleaning the house is obviously a great idea

                                            >though…

                                            “Did mom leave us a list of chores to do while she was gone.”

                                            >”Nah. When she told us to keep the house clean that was it.”

                                            >you cough

                                            >”… master.”

                                            >you can hear Amber let out a small squeak of stifled giggles

                                            >yeah, you’re in too deep to be nice now, Scarlet is going to get revenge no matter what

                                            >which means you have nothing to lose making a fool of her

                                            >but now the question is how exactly will you do that?

                                            >I mean there’s nothing stopping you from just forcing her to take you

                                            >but that’s wrong, and you’re better than that

                                            >your desire for carnality reminds you of the mess they’ve made in your mother’s room

                                            >and you remember your mother has outfits

                                            >a maid outfit among them

                                            >you can’t help but crack a smile


                                            “Come on out, Scarlet!”

                                            >”Don’t be shy, Scarlet,” Amber’s voice feels like silk to your ears, “I bet you look beautiful!”

                                            >It’s nice that even Amber seems to be enjoying your mockery of your sister

                                            >You’d think she was enjoying it more than you, even

                                            >A dark hoof steps out from around the corner, your sister’s blushing face following immediately after, refusing to make eye contact with either of you

                                            >”Th-there, I’m wearing it, now let me take it off!”

                                            “Aw, now why don’t you look at me so I can decide that?”

                                            >Her head turns to look at you, her attempts to look angry damned to failure by her feelings of embarrassment

                                            >she does look cute

                                            >and when she musters the pride to erase the blush, when she decides to stand tall and proud in a vain attempt to look superior, you see her in full

                                            >the garters hugging her thighs, creating a tasteful bump right beneath her curple…

                                            >the short-cut skirt, only long enough to cover just the start of her cutie mark, leaving her plump plot exposed for exploitation…

                                            >and the laces upon her chest, creating a collar deep enough to accentuate the light fluff upon her…

                                            >took away what pride and arrogance you had seen in your sister before today and what vanity she tries to display even now

                                            >she notices her efforts have merely resulted in gawking, and redoubles her stance, closing her eyes and looking upwards

                                            >you look to Amber

                                            >she looks at you and smiles, and you’re not quite sure but it looks like she barely poked her tongue upon her upper lip

                                            >”Ravishing is what I’m thinking of now.”

                                            >you aren’t sure which definition of that word she means, though

                                            >but you agree with both, though you wouldn't admit to the second

                                            “Indeed it does.”

                                            >”Okay, okay, you’ve had your fun, can I take it off now?”

                                            >you stand in silence, looking at her, raising an eyebrow

                                            >”May I please take it off, /master/?”

                                            >you bring your hoof to your chin

                                            “I don’t know, I think I'd like a second opinion. Should she keep wearing this the rest of the weekend, Amber?”

                                            >”I think that would be a lovely idea, m’lord.”

                                            >Scarlet’s eyes go wide, her mouth agape as she looks at Amber

                                            >oh, what a betrayal

                                            “Looks like you’ll have to be pretty for the weekend, sis!”

                                            >”You look nice Scarlet, I wish you’d honestly dress up more, you’ve got such a beautiful coat and mane that pairs so amazingly with formal colors!”

                                            “Yeah, you do actually look nice. Cutest sister I know.”

                                            >the blush returns, but now with a smile Scarlet tries desperately to hide

                                            >”Yeah, whatever.”

                                            >though now you realize there’s still an undressed mare with you

                                            >and its time to decide what she’ll wear