A Brother's Love (RGRE) (WIP)


                                            > Be Anon, town problem solver

                                            > It's not a real job as such, you don't get paid in money all that much

                                            > Mostly you just walk around town and lend a hand where needed

                                            > And then, in a witches of lancre sort of way-

                                            > You hear a small commotion near the Carrousel Beautique

                                            > You amble on over to find a clearly stressed Rarity scowling at the rump graffiti jihadists

                                            > "Sweetie Belle, it does not matter if the book guaranteed the summoning of a handsome, eligible stallion. I will not have blood sacrifice going on in front of the Beautique, that would just be bad business."

                                            > You get close enough to see the chalk circle drawn in dirt, speckled with some dark liquid

                                            > Sweetie Belle is also noticable favoring her left forehoof

                                            > When Rarity sees you, her expression softens slightly

                                            > "Anon, thank goodness you are here. Would you mind taking care of Sweetie and her friends for a bit? I'm afraid I have far too many gala pieces to prepare to deal with them today."

                                            > The fillies turn to look at you, faces brightening up immediately

                                            > "Grampa Anon!"

                                            > ...

                                            > You are a young guy, even by the standards of pony life expectancy

                                            > Which makes it even weirder that every filly and colt in town calls you grampa

                                            > At least they don't mean anything by it

                                            "Hey kiddos, and Rarity. I don't mind taking them, but when would you like them back?"

                                            > Rarity's horn lights up, magic fetching something from her store, and she considers the question

                                            > "If you could have them back by suppertime, that would be ideal. I should have the bulk of my work done by then."

                                            > You nod

                                            "Sounds good. Good luck with your orders, Rarity."

                                            > Rarity gives you a grateful smile

                                            > "Thank you, Anonymous. Oh, and before I forget, "

                                            > A bundle of socks comes floating to you

                                            > "A little token of my appreciation for all you do here in Ponyville, Darling."

                                            > You accept the gift and tuck it into the basket on your arm

                                            > It's already half full of similar little gifts and assorted produce

                                            > Most days, you don't even have to spend a bit for food and clothes

                                            > You smile at Rarity

                                            "Thanks, the last set was starting to wear thin."

                                            > She smirks a little

                                            > "Oh, it is no problem at all. It is only proper to take care of our elderly."

                                            > You roll your eyes as you bend to pick up Sweetie Belle

                                            "You youngun's these days, no respect. See you later, Rarity."

                                            > "Good bye, Fa- ahem, Darling."

                                            > As you stride away, Scootaloo clambers up, wings buzzing as she settles on top of your head

                                            > Appleboom trots beside you, giving you a pleading look

                                            > "Grampa, you gonna tell us about the war?"

                                            > You shift to cradle Sweetie in the crook of your arm

                                            "Is that what you want too, mini marshmallow?"

                                            > She nods eagerly

                                            > "Please, Grampa!"

                                            > You chuckle

                                            "Alright, alright. We were freezing our butts off up in the Pale, and the Stormcloaks had holed up in their fort..."


                                            > Be Anon, carrying yet another pony

                                            > It's getting to the point of being a daily workout

                                            > Rainbow squirms under your arm

                                            > "Come on, I can fly, you don't need to carry me all the way."

                                            > You shake your head

                                            "What were you thinking, running across the coals. Was it another stupid dare?"

                                            > She pouts

                                            > "...no."

                                            > You roll her onto her back and cradle her in your arms, looking straight into her eyes

                                            "Did you boast that you could do it faster than anyone else?"

                                            > She looks away, cheeks reddening

                                            > "Yeah."

                                            > You sigh

                                            > She glares at you

                                            > "Dang it Dad, I know it was dumb, but I thought if I went fast enough..."

                                            > You raise an eyebrow

                                            "Dad?"

                                            > She blushes even harder, covering her face with her singed hooves

                                            > You chuckle

                                            "That's cute. Come on, we're almost there."

                                            > She sighs

                                            > "Finally. And, well, thanks."

                                            > You smile

                                            "No problem, Rainbow."


                                            > You know, when you suggested to the princesses that they should have a day off at least once a week, this isn't what you are expecting

                                            > Luna completely zonked out on your couch

                                            > Celestia lingering in the undead berg just to talk to Solaire some more

                                            > It's actually a little cute, she's already beaten the game once, and even fought Gwyn with him

                                            > You plop down beside her, leaning back on your hands

                                            "Having fun there, Sunshine?"

                                            > She quirks a little smile at the nickname

                                            > "It's funny, I've heard such flattery before, but coming from him..."

                                            > She sighs longingly

                                            > "I know it's his genuine feelings. You would not believe how rare that is, Anon."

                                            > You pat her withers

                                            "He's a good husbando, Sunshine."

                                            > She hums in agreement, before turning her character back toward the bridge

                                            > You watch her play for a bit

                                            > You suppose a game requiring patience and persistence would be a good fit for her

                                            > At any rate, you give her withers a final pat and head to the kitchen to make some lunch


                                            > Luna rouses at the smell grilled cheese sandwiches wafting through the air

                                            > She ambles into the kitchen, mane mussed, more nebula than starfield

                                            > "Good afternoon, Anonymous. I thought I smelled some princely cooking."

                                            > You nod at her, keeping an eye on the pan

                                            "Afternoon, Moonbeam. Did you sleep well?"

                                            > She yawns, rubbing her face with a hoof

                                            > "So much so that I may have to confiscate your couch on a permanent basis."

                                            "I'm pretty sure beds are more comfortable, Luna."

                                            > She shakes her head

                                            > "Perhaps if it was just a matter of cushioning, but what makes it truly soothing is, well."

                                            > Luna looks down at the floor, mane falling in front of her face

                                            > You raise an eyebrow

                                            "What?"

                                            > She coughs

                                            > "Your, ah, scent."

                                            > You set the spatula on the cool part of stovetop and turn to face her

                                            "My scent?"

                                            > She nods

                                            > "It's... comforting. Like when sister and I used to sleep together. It feels like family."

                                            > Oh

                                            > Family

                                            > Now that you think about it, that is the feeling you get from all these adorable little ponies

                                            > You wrap Luna up in a tight hug, heart full of feelings

                                            > She sighs contentedly, melting in your embrace

                                            > You smile

                                            "I'd be glad to be family for you two."

                                            > Celestia walks in, sniffing the air

                                            > "Is something burning?"

                                            > You look at the sandwich on the griddle

                                            > Welp


                                            > Be Celestia, on yet another Sunday vacation

                                            > Stars and Space, you love your little brother for suggesting the practice

                                            > These past months have been the best you have ever had

                                            > Both in relaxing fun, and in how much more energized you are for your duties

                                            > And it is nice, to have a stallion around who looks after your little ponies like you do

                                            > Thinking of which, you look over your shoulder

                                            > Anon walks among Twilight and her friends, hefting a beach umbrella on one shoulder and a bulging satchel over the other

                                            > You can't help but wonder how strong he is, carrying such a heavy load

                                            > You'd offer to help, but he has already turned down several such offers

                                            > You smile a little at his stubborn independence, but you suppose that is a necessary trait for ones such as you and he

                                            > You turn your attention forward as you walk along the shore

                                            > Your sun is bright and warm, the waves soothing, and a cool ocean breeze ruffles your fur and feathers

                                            > Truly a perfect day


                                            > After you all set up the umbrella and blankets, your little ponies scamper off into the sand and waves

                                            > Luna lounges in the shade, amusing herself by drawing patterns in the sand with her magic

                                            > Anon smiles at you

                                            > "You can go ahead, I'll just be a moment getting ready."

                                            > Then he shucks off his shirt

                                            > The words die in your throat

                                            > You stare at the rippling muscles of his abdomen, glistening with his sweat

                                            > How can your little brother be this hot?

                                            > You just want to go over there and lick it all u-

                                            > You shake your head, trying to banish the mental image

                                            > He shrugs

                                            > "Or you can wait for me, that works too."

                                            > He sits down cross-legged, and digs around in the satchel

                                            > You try not to stare at his crotch, but you can't avoid it

                                            > That tantalizing bulge

                                            > So prominently displayed, yet he seems oblivious to the effect it has on you

                                            > You can feel your wings stiffen to full mast, and for once you are intensely grateful he isn't completely familiar with some nuances of equine behaviour

                                            > You glance at your sister

                                            > She is similarly enraptured by this new facet of your honorary brother

                                            > You notice the patterns she is drawing in the sand are now noticably phallic

                                            > What if he sees?

                                            > You smooth the sand with a thought

                                            > Your eyes jump back to Anon as he squirts sunscreen onto his hand

                                            > You can't look away

                                            > He rubs it all over his chest, and across the subtly flexing muscles of his arms

                                            > You have to focus to keep your tail from rising

                                            > He stops and holds the bottle out to Luna

                                            > "Could you get my back? It's a little hard to reach for me."

                                            > Her horn flickers abortively, and she grabs the bottle with her hoof

                                            > "O-of course, I'd be glad to."

                                            > He gives her a brief smile before turning his back to the two of you

                                            > You sidle over to your sister and whisper,

                                            "You're not going to use your hoof, right?"

                                            > She stares at the broad expanse of his back, heavily breathing

                                            > Luna whispers back,

                                            > "How can I not? Are you telling me you don't want to touch him?"

                                            > You lick your lips

                                            "I'll take the right half?"

                                            > "Deal."

                                            > You accept a squirt of sunscreen on your hoof

                                            > You hesitate though

                                            > Are you really going to feel up your little brother?

                                            > Your innocent, caring, whimsical little brother?

                                            > Luna's hoof hits his back, and he lets out a cute yelp

                                            > Luna stops

                                            > "Are you alright, brother? Was I too firm?"

                                            > He chuckles

                                            > "I was just a little startled. It actually feels kinda good."

                                            > Oh, you are going to Tartarus for this

                                            > You join Luna as your hooves press against his rippling muscles

                                            > You marvel at how smooth and slick his skin is, slipping under the frog of your hoof

                                            > He squirms, laughing, and you can only stare at how his lower back flexes and twists

                                            > You are a terrible sister

                                            > But you can't stop

                                            > You slide your hoof up caress his shoulders, massaging his neck

                                            > He groans in pleasure, hanging his head and baring his delectable nape to you

                                            > Your vision swims as you resist the urge to push him down and mount him

                                            > You are stronger than this

                                            > He is your cute little brother!

                                            > Purely for cuddles, or so you thought

                                            > You clear your throat, nudging Luna

                                            "I believe we covered everything back here."

                                            > Luna's ears fold back, and you notice some discreet spellwork burying a damp spot in the sand

                                            > ...

                                            > You do the same

                                            > Anon rolls his shoulders with a satisfied sigh and turns to face the two of you

                                            > "Thanks, it's always a little awkward getting back there."

                                            > Then he pauses

                                            > "Are you two alright? You're looking a little flushed."

                                            > Your own ears fold back

                                            "We're just so excited to swim with you, Anon."

                                            > You give him an awkward smile

                                            > He frowns, the shrugs

                                            > "Alright, but if you start feeling weird, let me know. No sense getting sick or injured on vacation."

                                            > Luna glances at his waist-no, lower, and murmurs,

                                            > "I'll be sure to do so."

                                            > Anon nods decisively, then trots towards the waves

                                            > "Last one in is a silly pony!"

                                            > Oh, it's on!

                                            > At once, the three of you are galloping across the sand, your heart eased by his carefree whimsy


                                            > Be Anon

                                            > You think you figured out what is wrong with your sisters

                                            > They need exercise

                                            > After just one hour of swimming and splash-fighting, they are completely worn out

                                            > You're going to have to have a talk with the royal steward or whoever

                                            > In the meantime, you do your patrol of the ponies

                                            > Rainbow and Applejack are off in the distance, playing with a magically reinforced beach ball

                                            > You can hear the small thunderclaps from here, as the ball is bucked and blasted back and forth

                                            > A small crowd of stallions stand off to the side, cheering them on

                                            > You chuckle as the girls throw in little flourishes, clearly eating up all that male attention

                                            > Rarity is merely sunning herself on a towel

                                            > Can horses tan?

                                            > Probably not, but you suppose the warmth is reason enough

                                            > You walk over to Twilight, taking in the mountain of sand she's sculpting

                                            "Is that a scale model of Canterlot?"

                                            > She whirls around and beams at you

                                            > "Yes! Here, take a closer look!"

                                            > The two of you float up in the air, surrounded by a purple glow

                                            > She brings you up to the tallest tower, where you see glittering little figurines

                                            > You recognize yourself, Celestia, and Twilight, rendered in glass form

                                            > You smile and ruffle the real Twilight's mane

                                            "That's pretty cool, Twilight. Did you make the glass yourself?"

                                            > She leans into your hand, and you switch to scratching her behind the ears

                                            > "Mmm, yup. There is a lot of sand around, and I thought they would make good souvenirs."

                                            > You pat her neck fondly

                                            "That's very sweet of you, Twi. You're a good mare."

                                            > She straightens up with pride, tail wagging

                                            > "Thanks, Uncle Anon."


                                            > After goofing around with her for a little longer, you amble off

                                            > You spy Pinkie swimming around with a shark fin on her back

                                            > You're about to call out to her, but then she nips at the flanks of one of the wading stallions

                                            > He yelps, and Pinkie erupts from the water, giggling and snorting

                                            > After a few startled moments, he laughs too, playfully bapping at the pink predator

                                            > She reels at the blows, throwing herself in the direction of the bap

                                            > You discreetly move on, not wanting to interrupt


                                            > You glimpse Fluttershy amid a flock of swooping and diving seagulls

                                            > You start running and shouting

                                            "Get away from her, you damn birds!"

                                            > If only you had an umbrella and an incoming Nazi plane!

                                            > At your approach, the gulls land silently, leaving a lane for you to reach the miraculously unharmed pegasus

                                            > Fluttershy smiles at you

                                            > "Oh, hello there Anonymous. Would you like to meet my new friends?"

                                            > You come to a stop in front of her, glancing nervously at the eerily silent birds

                                            "So, they weren't attacking just now?"

                                            > Fluttershy giggles, covering her mouth with a hoof

                                            > "No, they were showing me all the tricks they could do. They're very nice birds, if you aren't a crab or a clownfish or something."

                                            > One of the seagulls twists its head and gazes at you a little more intensely

                                            > It squawks and screes

                                            > Fluttershy blinks

                                            > "Um, they were wondering if you wouldn't mind if they perched on you for a little bit. Seasong said that you have a very statuesque body."

                                            > The flock ruffles their feathers ominously

                                            > You frown

                                            "Thanks, but I don't think I'd like that."

                                            > One of the gulls cries plaintively

                                            > Fluttershy's brow furrows

                                            > "That's too bad. She said that it... would be a great waste to leave you. Sorta. It's rather hard to translate."

                                            > You back away slowly

                                            "I think I understand. Well, if you are alright, I'll go check on the princesses, okay?"

                                            > She beams at you

                                            > "Oh, you don't have to worry about me, we're having a lot of fun out here. Thanks for stopping by, Anon."

                                            > You nod

                                            > You can feel the gaze of the gulls as you make your retreat

                                            > Damn birds


                                            > On your way back, you see something you had given up seeing ever again

                                            > You stop in your tracks, gazing in wonder

                                            > Two pairs of tits turn to look at you, jiggling as they approach

                                            > "Hey there, handsome. Why don't you come have some fun with us?"

                                            > You look up to see the tits are attached to two minotauresses

                                            > The dark blue, bulkier one grins at you, hands on her hips

                                            > The slender, brown with white blotches one gives you a sheepish smile, arms crossed under her bust

                                            > You lick your lips

                                            "Now, what kind of fun are we talking about~?"

                                            > The big blue opens her mouth, but stops

                                            > You feel the ocean breeze reverse, a cold front moving in behind you

                                            > The other mino timidly sidles behind her muscular friend

                                            > You look over your shoulder to see your honorary sisters have recovered from the morning's exertions

                                            > They do seem grumpy, though, manes rippling and flaring in the unnatural wind

                                            > You sigh

                                            > Luna wraps a wing around you and glares at the cow ladies

                                            > "Do you have business with Prince Anonymous?"

                                            > You sigh

                                            > Big blue bows abruptly, trembling

                                            > "I meant no disrespect, your highnesses!"

                                            > Celestia circles behind them, wings flared and threatening

                                            > "That is very good, I believe a lot of problems can be headed off by politeness."

                                            > You clear your throat

                                            > Every eye snaps to you

                                            "Sisters, it was just some harmless flirting. So I'd appreciate it if you would stop intimidating these poor girls."

                                            > The princesses folded up their wings and dropped the wind and mane effects

                                            > Big blue hesitantly rose from her bow

                                            > "Sorry to trouble you, we won't intrude anymore on your time."

                                            > She gives you a short bow

                                            "It's fine, I wasn't-"

                                            > But the minotauresses were already retreating

                                            > You sigh and wave goodbye

                                            > The slender one gives you a small smile and wave as she and her friend duck behind a nearby food stall

                                            > Celestia nuzzles against your shoulder

                                            > "Are you alright, little brother?"

                                            > You rub the necks of your sisters, distracting yourself with their soft fur and gentle warmth

                                            "I appreciate you two trying to protect me, but it really wasn't necessary."

                                            > Luna scrunches a little

                                            > "Cows like that only have one thing on their mind, Anonymous."

                                            > You boop her nose, her muzzle unscrunching with a pop

                                            "And what if I was thinking of the same thing? I love all you ponies, but we're family. Those girls were offering something I can't get from you all."

                                            > Luna blushes, looking down

                                            > "If it is flirtation you desire... I will admit that I find your body pleasing to the eye."

                                            > Celestia scowls

                                            > "Sister!"

                                            > You chuckle and draw them both into a hug

                                            "Thanks, moonbeam, but it's just not the same."