“We’re home.”
> “Okay, dinner will be ready soon.  One of you can take a quick shower.”
“Thanks, mom.  Dibs.”
> “No way Anon.  I’m older than you, so I go first.”
“Dash, you can’t pull the age before beauty card every time you want something.”
> “Well, since I have both age and beauty, you lose regardless.”
“Or we could compromise and shower together.”  You say jokingly.
> “Yeah, right, little bro.  That’s never going to happen in a million years.”
“So I get to shower first then?”
> “Over my dead body.”
“That can be arranged.”
> “Not if I kill you first.”
> The two of you wrestle in the living room for a minute until your mother yells at you to knock it off.
“Guess we’ll have to find another way to settle this.”
>“Yeah, how about first one to the bathroom gets to shower first?”
> She says while simultaneously bolting for the only bathroom in the house.
“No fair, Dash!”
> You say running after her.  Dash easily makes it there before you and slams the door behind her.
> “I win!”
“Yeah, I suppose I should have seen that coming.”
> You say defeated.
> You were Anon, and this was your life.  Sixteen years old, living with your mother and older sister.


> You lived in the westside suburbs of Chicago.  Attending the same local high school as your sister.  You being in your Junior year and her in her Senior year.
> Both of you star athletes.  You for baseball, and her for the track team.  And since practice was after classes each day you just rode to and from school together.
> Your family was tight on cash most of the time since your father was no longer a part of your life.   Mom would work fifty hour work weeks for a telemarketing company, Dash worked weekends at a gas station, and you worked the same hours, but at a public golf course.
> Life was tough, but you never let that get you down.  Even though there was plenty of things to be down about.
> “Anon!”  Your mother’s voice snaps you back to reality.
“Oh!  Sorry, mom.”
> “I swear, you space out all the time.”
“Sorry.  What did you want me to do?”
> “Finish making the potatoes.”
> Once you’ve mashed and mixed the butter and salt, you set the table.  After that, you hear Dash yelling about something and decide to go check on her.
“Need something, Dash?”
> “Yeah, they’re no towels in here.”
“You got in there knowing you didn’t have anything?”
>“Just hurry up and get me a towel.”
“Well, mom just threw down the laundry, so your S.O.L.”
> You could hear a faint sigh of frustration through the door.
> “Fine then, can you just go grab something from my room?”
“Me, go into your room?  Are you sure you can trust me to do that?”
> “Yes, now can you please hurry up, I’m starving!”
“As you wish.”
> Forcing you to wait on the shower now begging you for help.  You think it’s time for some payback.


> Upon entering her room, you find the skimpiest top and bottoms you can find.  Intentionally forgetting a few crucial items.
“Here, this is all I could find.”
> Dash cracks the door for you to hand her clothes and quickly closes it behind you.
>“Are you serious, Anon?  You didn’t even bother to grab a bra or panties?”
“What’s the problem that’s never stopped you before.”
> “Does seeing me like that turn you on you little perv?  Now go get me some real clothes!”
“Sorry, can’t hear you mom says dinner’s ready.”
> “ANON!”
~“Carry on my wayward son.  They’ll be peace when you are done.”
> Feigning ignorance pays off when you see your sister come to the dinner table with only what you gave her.  Exactly as planned.
> Mom doesn’t seem to notice, but you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself all the while.
> It was a dangerous game you played with your sister, but it was worth it every time.
> After dinner you go straight to your room to do your homework.
> Precalculus wasn’t that hard, but it sure was time-consuming.  The worst type of homework.  After two hours of hammering away at you remember that you hadn’t taken a shower yet.
> Not only that you recall that you don’t have any towels that are dry.  Going to the laundry room, you grab a dirty towel from the hamper and grab a quick rinse just to freshen yourself up.
> As you step out of the shower you notice Dash is sitting on the toilet waiting for you.  Damn, you didn’t even hear her come in.
“So, sis, can you remind me who’s the perv again?”
> She doesn’t say anything while continuing to give you a mischievous smile.
“Dash, say something, your starting to freak me out.”
> “Remember that time you flushed my retainer when I was fourteen?”
“Y-yeah.”  You say hesitantly.
> “Well, now something of YOURS has been in the toilet.”
> Getting up she leaves giving you nothing but those foreboding words.


> Great.  Guess you won’t be brushing your teeth tonight.
> By the time you finish your homework it’s already 10:30.
> Damn nothing to really do, but to go to sleep.  However, you still had a nightly ritual to perform.  Grabbing the washcloth you kept hidden under your covers you closed your eyes and imagined your sister’s jiggling tits as you began to slowly jerk off.
> You didn’t love your sister like that, but when you’ve got a fully developed sexual goddess walking around with almost no clothes there was no way you wouldn’t get turned on.  Damn puberty.
> Her firm muscularly toned body was exactly what you looked for in a woman, but God had to go and make her your sister.  Which is why you were an atheist.
> Her tits were the perfect size for your hands.  You could imagine fondling them while teasing her nipples.  Burying your face in her lovely marshmallows.
> After about a minute you climax into the rag, but one wasn’t enough.  It never was.  After three more orgasms, you finally feel relieved enough to sleep.  You look at your rag and decide that today is a good day to throw it down.
> Always have to replace it before those cum stains become visible.  You try to get up, but your legs feel like lead.  Same as your eyelids, and before you know it you were out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iweOSPbU73Y
> Seven o’ clock already?  Fucking hell.
> You drag your feet out of bed to find that Dash isn’t up yet.
> You peek inside her room to find her sitting at her desk.
“Playing hooky today Dash?”
> “Yeah, so can you play it cool for mom for me?  Also, here’s my homework if you can take care of that too.”
“Sure thing.  I always do.”
> Convincing mom of anything this early in the morning took no effort at all, but everything else was completely normal.  Same routine of food, clothes, and personal grooming before you were out the door.
 

> Be Rainbow Dash

> It’s Friday and the last thing you wanted to do was go to school.  Fuck that noise.  You were going to get a head start to your weekend.  Especially since you didn’t have to work.
> First things first however you needed to get the laundry going.  Since mom didn’t get around to it last night.
> Not much of your stuff needed to be thrown down, but you were sure Anon forgot to throw down his uniform last night.
> Upon entering his room sure enough there it was thrown into the corner.  Sometimes he could be a real slob.  However, something else catches your eye.  A single wash rag beside the bed. why the heck was that there?
> As you pick it up you feel that it’s all stiff and crusty.  What the heck happened to it?  For some reason, your brain tells you to take a whiff of it.  The smell is strangely fishlike, but strangely arousing.
> Then, the realization hits you.  Anon probably uses it to clean up after he masturbates.
> At first you're disgusted.  Then, you’re intrigued, and finally after another sniff horny.
> This was so wrong, but you didn’t care.  Getting off to your brother’s scent wasn’t the worst thing in the world.  It’s not like you love him like that, but he was always so nice to you.  Even when you didn’t deserve it.  He forgave you and helped cheer you up.
>  His body was also super toned from playing baseball, and he was cute.  Everything you wanted in a guy.  Damn whoever decided to make him your brother.
> The only thing you could think of now was getting off, so you rush back to your room and pull out your secret weapon.  A dildo that your friend Gilda gave you for your birthday.  It was originally a joke, but it’s come in handy more times than you care to count.


> Already plenty wet from sniffing the washcloth you plunge the elongated toy deep inside you.  Every day you wondered what the real thing would feel like, but you weren’t quite ready for that kind of commitment.  You knew plenty of people who wanted you, but you also knew that none of them would be loyal to you.  That’s why you were saving your first time for someone special.
> You knew plenty of people who wanted you, but you also knew that none of them would be loyal to you.  That’s why you were saving your first time for someone special.
> The thought of some big muscular guy whispering sweet nothings to you was enough to take you over the edge.
> Laying there softly panting you know that it wasn’t enough.  Stripping down until you were completely nude you slowly insert the dildo into your ass.
> Forcing it in was a little painful, but once it was done you started to really feel it.  You continue to finger yourself while teasing your boobs.  What you wouldn’t give to have the real thing right now.
> Just the thought of it was enough to make your skin tingle.  You give your clit a pinch with a slight twist.  Making you cum for the second time.
> This just wasn’t going away.  Damn Anon for leaving out that rag.  You’re going to have to confront him about this tonight.
> Whilst in the midst of your afterglow you realize Gilda is going to be here soon to pick you up.  Better hop into the shower, but you could probably get one more session in.
> Then why not do both?  That could work.
> You’ve never done it in the shower before.  There’s usually someone around, and you don’t want to risk getting caught with a certain item in hand.
> However, you don’t have to worry about that today.   You let out a sigh of relief as your body slowly relaxes in the soothing warm water.  Before tensing up again from inserting your plaything into your vag.


> Your shallow breathing starts to make your head spin as the steam slowly overcomes the room.  It felt like you were suffocating but in a good way.
> Riding each wave of pleasure before you finally climax one more time.  Masturbating in the shower.  Hands down the best way of doing it.
> Giving yourself a quick scrub you exit the shower and put something a little showy on.
> Definitely a good way to start the day.

> Be Anon

> Driving to school to couldn’t help but think how much you put up for your sister.  Handing in her homework after helping her with most of it was kind of annoying.
> Skipping school to go get high and drunk with her friends always put you in a bad mood.
> Not to mention all the teasing she puts you through.
> Why can’t you hate her?   She was a narcissistic spoiled brat, but when she was happy it made you happy.
> Sure you trained together, but that was out of necessity rather than choice.
> You suppose growing up without a father around made you reliant on each other.
> If one of you was in trouble you could always rely on the other, and there were plenty of times when you needed each other.
> Growing up with rainbow colored hair made you a prime target for bullies.  Making it difficult to have friends.  Dash had a rather timid friend in grade school, but you’ve never heard your sister mention her for the longest time.
> Now she just hung out with a rougher crowd.  To lessen the amount of abuse she had to put up with.  If you can’t beat them join them.
> That was quitter talk as far as you were concerned.  That being said you found yourself constantly butting heads with all the jack asses at your school.  Leaving your friend pool dangerously low.
> Granting you a reputation as being a lone wolf.  Who constantly got into fights, but you didn’t care what people thought of you.  They were just stupid high schoolers with the wisdom and intelligence of a goldfish.


> All that mattered was thinking about your future in baseball, and where it would take you.  As long as you didn’t do anything to jeopardize that you had nothing to worry about.
> As you pulled into the parking lot you saw the one person other than your sister that you could talk to.  She wasn’t socially awkward or retarded like everyone tried to make her out to be.  She was just reserved.  Probably from all the abuse she had to put up with.
> Upon seeing you she sprinted over to your car.
> “Morning Anon.”
“Morning Derpy.  What’s up?”
> “Nothing just thought I’d greet you.  You’re sister not coming in today?”
“Yeah, she had better things to do today.”
> You lie, and you suspect that she knew it was a lie too.
> “Got any big plans this weekend?”
“Yeah, but nothing that fun.  I work tomorrow until I have to leave for our scrimmage against the Hogbacks.  Then, I work again on Sunday for seven hours.”
> “Wow.  That kinda sucks.”
“Yeah, it wouldn’t be so bad if I made decent money, but I barely get paid above minimum wage.”
> “I see.”
> You were pretty close to the front entrance but saw a few people you didn’t like give you the stink eye and knew what was about to happen.
“Derpy you’re going to have to go without me.  I don’t want you to get caught up with what’s about to happen.”
> “What are you talking about Anon?”
“Run for the door now.”
> “Anon I-”
“I said RUN!”
> She bolts for safety and one of the henchman goes after her, but you cut him off.
“Going somewhere, tough guy?”
> “You should mind your own business Anon.”
“I am, and if you want to be able to walk away from this I suggest you do the same.”
> “Careful about making threats that you can’t back up.”


> The rest of the motley crew make themselves known.  With a total of three on one.  The upstart in front of you was a sophomore, but the other two were seniors.  Both much larger than you.
> Think you’re playing the hero for your girlfriend there?  It’s only a matter of time before she gets in over her head when you're not around.”
“Say anything about Derpy like that again and I’ll repave this concrete with your face.”
> “Really now.  That little comment is going to cost you a rib you little punk.”
“Than make a move bitch.”
> The third ass-whole instantly lunges out at you.  You duck underneath his swipe, but he grabs your shirt.  Against three people your ability to dodge was your greatest ally.  With that taken away, the other two goons grapple your arms.
> Not, however, before giving the piece of shit a headbutt.  With him temporarily dazed you kick the sophomore in the stomach, but he doesn’t let go.  Giving the third guy enough time to wind up and wail on you.   After a few shots to the face, he reels back and tries to kick you in the nuts.
> Quickly you close your thighs in an hourglass pose.  Avoiding a mountain of undesired pain.  
> Changing tactics again he starts working your body.  Focusing entirely on your left side.  Every attempt to struggle free has proven futile.  Even focusing on the sophomore has yielded no success.
> The jerk beating your ass let’s one more hard jab into your side before signaling the others to let you go.
> Then, they to start to kick you as you try to catch your breath on the ground.
> The saying never kick a man while he’s down clearly hasn’t been made known to these dickweeds.
> The sophomore gets one more swift kick to your face before finally relenting.


> “Anon!”
> That voice.  Please no.
> “Well, hey there sweet cheeks.  We were just talking about you with your boyfriend here.”
“Derpy I told you to run damn it.”
> “I did, and I brought help.”
> Having your vision finally come back into focus you notice another prominent figure standing next to her.  The school’s only cop, Arnold.
> "Good to see you, officer.  Don’t mind us we were just-”
> “Shut it.  I’m placing you all under arrest for assaulting this young man.”
> In that split second all three make for the hills.
“Wait officer help me!”
> Surprisingly, he stops and looks at you.
“Let them go.”
> “Son you’ve been badly hurt I have every right to throw those punks in the slammer.”
“You’re right, but it wouldn’t change anything.  They’d just get their parents to get them out, and they’d be at it again tomorrow.  Trust me I know.  This happens all the time.  Can you just help me up I’m going to be late for class.”
> “No, you’re not.  You’re going to see the nurse first to get yourself treated.”
“I’ll be fine just-”
> As he tries to pick you up your feet fall out from underneath you as you writhe in pain.
> “Anon!”
“It’s okay.  J-just give me a sec.”
> Again the two of them pick you up and haul you off to the nurse’s office.  Where Redheart determines you’ve got a couple of bruised ribs and a black eye.  Pretty lucky all things considered.
> Giving you some painkillers and an ice pack you were on your way.
> Your first class was English, and even though you had a pass the teacher still gave you an unexcused tardy.  Fucking cunt.
> Definitely NOT a good way to start the day.


> The rest of the morning goes by much smoother.  With math and social studies being a breeze.  Lunch was next, and you were hungry enough to eat a horse.
> As you walk down the halls with only one and a half eyes you don’t see the student flying around the corner until it is too late.
> You both fall down and papers go flying everywhere.
> Ouch.
“My head.  You okay?”
> “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.  I need to pay better attention to where I’m going.  I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
“It’s okay mind if I help you?”
> “No that’s not necessary I can-”
> She stops as she looks to stare at you.
> “Oh no, I’m so sorry.  You got a black eye.  Oh, I’m such a klutz please forgive me.”
“Oh, this?  I got that a long time ago don’t worry about it.”
> “I truly am sorry about this, but I thank you for helping.”
“Don’t mention it.  Where were you headed to anyways?  Lunch isn’t that important to you is it?”
> “What?  No not at all, but now that you mention it I haven’t had breakfast this morning, but I was headed to the robotics lab.”
“We have a robotics lab?”
> “Yeah, well it’s just the chemistry lab, but still.”
“Is robotics as awesome as it sounds?”
> “Of course!  Building robots and controlling them remotely what isn’t exciting about that?”
“Mind if I ask what your name is?”
> “It’s Twilight.  I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m late as it is.  You should swing by if you get the chance.”
“I’ll do that.”
> And just like that, she was gone.
> She certainly fell into that nerdy stereotype, but she was cute.  You’ll have to remember her.  Twilight.


> Once practice was over you do your best to clean yourself up before heading home.  Don’t want mom freaking out the first thing you get in the door, but there was no hiding these scars.
> When you pull up you notice her car isn’t in the driveway.  After unlocking the door you throw your gear into your room and notice a note in the kitchen.
- Went to your grandmother’s.  I’ll be home tomorrow.
> Guess you were worried over nothing.  Your black eye may not be gone by tomorrow, but you probably weren’t going to see her until tomorrow night.
> Stripping down you run straight for the shower.  As you stand there facing the shower head you swear you heard the front door open, but you locked the front door, didn’t you?
> If you get robbed because you left the door open your mother would beat your already broken ass.
“I’m home.”
> Thank god it’s just Dash.
“Wasn’t expecting you to be home Dash.”
> “Yeah, well things were getting pretty boring.  There’s only so much weed you can do before it gets stale y’know.”
“Actually, no I wouldn’t.”
> Once you get out of the shower you throw on your pajamas and look for something to eat.
“We still have those leftover burritos?”
> “Yeah, but I want those too.”
“Well, you can suck my dick that’s just as good.”
> “Hey what’s with that attitude?  I never hear-”
> She then looks at you for the first time since this morning and understands why you were so agitated.
> “Seriously, you got beat up again?”
“You say that like it’s a surprise.  You know the type of shit I have to put up with.”
> “Did you at least get a few good swings in.”
> You look at her, and she can see the words written all over your face.


> “That settles it then.  We’re watching a movie together tonight after dinner to cheer you up.”
“That’s not necessary sis.  I’ve got to get some sleep tonight anyway.”
> “Zip it.  This is not up for discussion.”
> You get a small chuckle out of her stubbornness.
“Alright, have it your way.”
> Once you finished your leftovers you and Dash curled up by the couch.  Deciding to watch the original Ghostbusters.
> As you sat there cuddled in blankets with your sister it occurs to you.
> This is what you love her for.  Whenever you were feeling down or needed someone to talk to Dash was there.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEXQkrllGbA
> The hours go by, but you don’t even bother to pay attention to the movie anymore.  All you focus on is snuggling with your sister.
> Wrapping your arms around her stomach acting as the big spoon.  You may be the younger brother, but you were much larger than her.
> 6’1” versus 5’7”.  185 to 145.
> “Can you let go of me I have to go to the bathroom.”
“No.”
> “Anon, I’m serious.”
“So am I.  I’m never letting you go sis.  Not for anyone.”
> Finally understanding what you meant she gives you a hug.
> “You never change, do you?  You big dummy.”
> Life may be rough, but it wasn’t so bad.  Not as long as Dash was here.


> The next day goes by relatively quickly.  Work was hectic and you won your game 4-2 going 1-3 with a double and a walk.  Not great considering your opponent was just an average team.
> Sunday was more of the same with a long day of work, but thankfully you didn’t ever have practice on Sunday.   Deciding to do some training of your own with Dash.
> “Today’s leg day for me how about you?”
“I think I’ll just do some light lifting today.  Just to keep me loose.  Still, have practice for two weeks.”
> “So do I, but you don’t see me taking it easy.”
“But you should.  You’re body’s got to rest from time to time.  The last thing you want is to get injured before the season starts, and have to fight your way back into shape.”
> “That’s because you weren’t given a perfect body like mine.”
> You couldn’t argue with her there.  Her muscles were as tone and firm as rubber, and the only reason you knew that was; because she made you massage her sore muscles.
> Thankfully, she wasn’t cruel enough not to return the favor, but still.
> Both of you warm-up by stretching.  Taking the occasional glance at your sister.  She may be related to you, but damn was she hot.
> She looks over at you a couple of times, but you just appear uninterested in what she’s doing.
> “Why do you keep staring at me?”
“What do you mean?”
> “I know you keep looking at me?”
“Why would I do that?”
> “Because I have an awesome body.  That no one can deny.”
> You got that right.
“You know you’re full of yourself right.”
> “Do I have any reason not to be?”
“There’s this little thing called humility Dash.  You should look it up sometime.”
> “Never heard of it, so are you ready yet or what?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”


> After an hour and a half of steady exercises you both call it good.  Being more conscious not to stare at Dash, but she didn’t make it easy though.
> Doing everything from squats, thigh abductions, leg press, and leg lifts.  Giving you plenty of opportunities to ogle that ass with your eyes.
> Once you were back home you all enjoy a nice dinner before retiring to your room.  Dash takes her shower first.  Letting you focus on homework for the next half hour.
> “Hey Anon shower’s open.”
“Okay, thanks.”
> “Say, you got a sec?”
“Sure, what’s up.”
> “It’s just that your birthday is coming up soon and I wanted to know what you wanted.”
“I don’t really care Dash if it’s from you it can be anything.”
> “God your so good and sweet it’s going to give me cavities.  Seriously, there’s nothing that you want?”
“I mean I had planned on getting myself my own computer, but that’s way outside your price range.”
> “A computer?  But you never spend money like that.”
“I know, but mom won’t upgrade that piece of junk we have in the living room.  Which is why I’m taking matters into my own hands.”
> “So there’s really nothing I can get you?”
> It was rare to see your sister concerned about you like this.  It made you really happy.
“You’re so cute when you care sis.”
> “S-shut up you want anything or not!?”
“How about this.  Promise me we’ll spend the day together and I‘ll consider that your gift.”
> “Spend the day together.  What are we ten?”
“All I want is to spend time with you Dash.  It’s so rare that we aren’t both either working, training, or doing school work that we get to just hang out.”
> “I-if that’s what you want I guess I can do that.”
“Thanks.”
> “Well, goodnight.”
“Night.”


> After school the next day you make your way to the locker room and tell coach Biceps that you wanted to spend the afternoon exploring the Robotics team.
> He said he’d allow it, but only if you gave up your right to play in the next game.  Had it been the regular season you wouldn’t have even considered this.  However, since they were just scrimmages you didn’t really care.
> Let the younger guys get some experience.
> You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you heard that your school had a robotics club, but you sure weren’t expecting this.
> At least twenty students were divided amongst themselves into small groups.  Surrounding a small 10’x10’ foam tile field.  Each working on a small metal creation.
> “Hey, you made it.”
“Yeah.  How are you Twilight?  Boy, this is a lot more organized than I thought it would be.”
> “It’s mostly thanks to Mr. Stenson.  He’s the one who oversees everything.”
> You’ve actually had him for an instructor in two of your classes.  A real stand up guy with a really cheesy sense of humor.  How had you not heard of this until now?
> “Most of us are in the troubleshooting process right now.  Why don’t I show you around?”
“Great.”
> Not fifteen minutes later a few uninvited guests waltz into the room.
> Great, now you were going to have to make a scene in front of all these new potential friends.
“What do you want Jordan?”


> “I heard you were skipping out on practice today.  What’s up with that?  Think just because you’ve started varsity since last year you don’t have to work as hard?”
“First of all, no I don’t think that.  Second, I cleared it with coach Biceps, so it’s fine.”
> “Really?  He just let you skip practice just because you wanted to?”
> “Is there a problem here gentlemen?”  Twilight interjects.
“Just hang back for a second Twilight I can handle this.”
“Listen, if you don’t believe me go ask him yourself otherwise you can get lost.  I don’t want to have to make a bad impression in front of my new friends.”
> “You don’t get to tell me what to do Anon.”
“Yeah, because Mitch already does that for you.”
> You could see you hit a nerve with that last one.  It looked as though he was going to take a swing at you any minute.
“Why don’t we take this outside.  Don’t want Mr. Stenson to interfere.”
> He gives you a quick nod while continuing to shoot daggers at you.  All the while hearing him exhale out his nose in frustration.
> “You can’t do this.  Fighting is prohibited on school grounds.”  Twilight says.
“Don’t worry Twilight.  I deal with this kind of stuff all the time.  I‘ll be right back.”
> As you walk out you could hear the whispers circulating.  You may be able to come back, but you may not be welcome.
> Following Jordan to the gym you make sure to keep an eye out for anyone who might see you, or help Jordan fight you.
> Thankfully you didn’t see anyone.  Good, maybe you’ll still be able to talk your way out of this.


“So are we really going to do this Jordan?  Coach won’t be happy if he finds out.”
> “He’ll only find out if you squeal about it, so if I beat some sense into you I don’t have anything to worry about.”
> Well there goes that plan.
“Funny I was going to say the same thing to you.”
> “Sure you were.  Since you’re no good at fighting you have to try and weasel your way out of fights.”
“Well, I know that I’m better at fighting than you are at hitting.”
> Jordan doesn’t even try to backtalk this time.  He just lunges for you.
> He starts with a long right hook, but you sidestep it and counter with one of your own.  Hitting him square in the face.
> He stubbles back for a second.  Rubbing his nose for blood.
“Can’t say I blame you.  I’d be angry too if my batting average was below 200.”
> He charges you again.  This time opting to overwhelm you with a flurry of punches.
> You hop around him making him flail wildly.  Before tripping him up.  Turning him right on his backside.
“You guys think I’m a pushover just because you gang up on me all the time.  Never took the chance to see if you could take me on one on one.  Well now you know, and I hope you get it through your thick skull that I’m not someone who should be messed with.”
> “Don’t talk down to me you fucking gay cunt!”
> As you plant your foot a shooting pain in your chest freezes you in place.  The fight from last Friday.
> Unable to recover in time Jordan uppercuts you.  Followed by another hook.
> It’s at this point you know you have to finish the fight now.  Otherwise, he was just going to clobber you.
> Taking a step back to gain momentum you charge at him with your fist held high.
> Jordan anticipates a direct punch to the face; which he blocks, but what he doesn’t expect is your other arm firmly planted in his gut.


> He recoils giving you enough time to wrap your arms around his head before bringing it down right into your knee.  Then, as a finisher, you grapple his waist and shirt before throwing him over your shoulder.
> He lands on the floor with a thunderous bang.  Before writhing all over the ground in agony.
“Tell Mitch if he really wants to pick a fight so bad he should do it himself.  Otherwise, don’t waste my time with your petty bullshit.”
> Walking out before he could say anything you wonder if it’s even worth going back to see Twilight now.  She undoubtedly must have figured out who you are by now, and would never want to see you again.
> You suppose you won’t know if you don’t try.
> Upon entering the room you could tell just by looking that your fears had been realized.  Just about everyone was intentionally avoiding eye contact with you.  While others looked at you with disgust.
> Not that you're surprised.  You should probably just grab your things and go.
> “Anon?”
> You stop.  Hearing a familiar voice.
> “You’re really ‘the’ Anon?”
“Yeah, I am.  Sorry for causing you so much trouble.  I’ll just be on my way.”
> “Wait you don’t have to go.  You can still join us if you want.”
“It’s okay Twilight.  I’d just be a distraction if I stayed.  What happened today is likely to happen again.  It’s better if I don’t come back.”
> “No, wait we can work something out.”
“I’m glad you’re so persistent in wanting to let me join, but I don’t think anyone else feels the same way.  I have a lot of homework tonight anyway, so I’ll see you around.”
> She continues to plead with you, but you simply block her out.
> Don’t look back.  Don’t let her see you cry.  Just keep moving forward.


> By the time you get home you were numb with depression.  Becoming so accepting of it you fool yourself into believing that it’s always there.  Hanging over you as a constant reminder that this was your life, and it was never going to change.
> You simply head to your room and plop down on your bed without saying anything.
> “Anon, you okay honey?  You’re home earlier than expected.  Did everything go okay?”
“Yeah, turns out Robotics isn’t that interesting after all.”
> “Alright well, dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
“Okay thanks, mom.”
> So there you lay.  Staring at the wall with complete indifference when another wave of sadness washes over you.  Tears welling up in your eyes, but you don’t even bother to wipe them away.  The bed cushions will soak them up.
> It’s times like these you wish Dash were around.  She was the only one you could really talk to.  Your mother was okay with the little stuff, but she couldn’t comfort you during your lowest moments.  Your sister was the only one capable of that, and she was off with her friends somewhere doing who knows what.
> Night falls and you're still stricken with this soul-crushing depression.  It was a long shot, but you try to call Dash’s cell.
~(The number you are dialing is unavailable.  Please hang up and try again.)
> Typical her phone is off.
> You try watching some cartoons, but nothing good was on.  Maybe you could look up some funny videos online.
> As you sit down at the computer waiting for it to boot up you couldn’t help but think what Twilight must be thinking.  Did she really want you to join?  Was she genuinely concerned about your feelings?
> Probably not.  She more than likely just said those things out of self-interest.  Just like everyone else.
> Wi-fi is down.
> Okay fuck this.
“Going to bed!”
> “Okay, goodnight sweetie.”
> Not even bothering to change clothes you slither under the covers and slowly cry yourself to sleep.


> The next few weeks come and go.  Each day the same as the last.  Go to school, get in a fight, go to practice, do homework, repeat.
> Life was beyond depressing.  Dash was continuously spending more and more time with her delinquent friends.  Most nights not even bothering to come home.  Leaving you to take a bike to school.
> Once baseball was over you had your afternoons freed up.  Even though you didn’t have anything to do.
> Currently you were over at Derpy’s house working on a social studies project together.  Trying your best not to show how depressed you were.
> “How does this look Anon?”
“I think you should add another picture to it.  Make it stand out a little more.”
> “Okay.”
> She fiddles with the powerpoint a little more while you read your research material.
> “Have you been doing okay Anon?  You seem to be getting into more fights recently”
“I’m doing alright.  You don’t have to worry about me.”
> “But I am worried.  You always try and take care of things yourself, and you always get hurt because of it.”
“As long as no one else gets hurt it doesn’t matter.”
> “See there you go again!  You don’t think about anybody but yourself.  What about me?  I don’t want to see you get hurt either.”
“It’s okay Derpy I can take it.  If you got involved you would just get beat up too, or worse.”
> “You really think they’d hurt me the way they do to you?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t think they’re above hitting girls.  That isn’t what concerns me.”
> “If that’s not what’s bothering you what is?”
> God, is she’s really going to make you spell it out?
"When I mentioned something worse than beating you up what do you think I meant by that?”
> “I don’t know.  Tell me.”
> You’d rather not.


“I’m afraid if you got involved they would……rape you.”
> She freezes up as you say that.  Caught completely off guard by your sense of thinking.
> “T-that wouldn’t happen.  I wouldn’t let it.”
“DERPY YOU DON’T GET IT!”
> You quickly retreat after your sudden outburst.  Not wanting to hurt her feelings.
“I’m sorry Derpy, but you don’t know those people the way I do.  They’re scum.  The lowest of the low.  People who do anything they want without thinking about the consequences.  Only thinking about their own self-interests.”
“That’s why I keep pushing you away, so I don’t have to worry about you getting hurt.”
> You both sit there for a moment.  Unwilling to look each other in the eyes.
> “I guess I have to let you take care of it then.”
“Thank you, Derpy.  For understanding.”
> You knew she wasn’t happy about it, but she also knew you were right.  She was one of the few people willing to share your pain.  Even if she couldn’t help fight the problem directly she served as a shoulder to cry on.
> That’s all you really needed.  Knowing someone was there to catch you when you fell.
> You thank Mr. and Mrs. Hooves for having you over.  Respectfully declining their invitation to stay the night.
> Things were kind of heavy between you and Derpy after your argument.  It would be too awkward if you stayed around.
> As you get home you see that Dash’s car wasn’t parked in the driveway.  Couldn’t say you were surprised though.  You’ll just have to meet up with her tomorrow being your special day.
> You’ll probably start with a workout in the morning with Dash.  Maybe have lunch out together.  Go see Derpy, and apologize for your behavior today.  Then, hang out for a while.  Finally, ending the day by watching a movie with the family.


> The next morning you eat a quick breakfast before calling your sister.  Surprisingly you get a ring tone, but to your dismay, she doesn’t answer.
> Guess you’ll have to go look for her after your workout.  Today was a chest day so it was going to take you every bit of an hour and a half.
> Halfway into your workout however you get a phone call.
> Was it Dash?
> You pull your phone out.  No, it was mom.  She knew where you were at so what was up?
“Hey, mom what’s up?”
> “Anon honey you need to come home.”
> She sounded depressed; which made you pause.
“Is something wrong you sound worried.”
> “I shouldn’t tell you over the phone.  Just come home now.”
> That’s not a good sign.
“Okay, I’ll be home in ten minutes.”
> “Alright, bye.”
> You hang up and a million scenarios start running through your head.  Was Dash in trouble, did mom get laid off, did somebody die?
> All were unpleasant thoughts.  Best to not think about it until it came from the horse’s mouth.
> During the jog back you tried your best to think of what you wanted to do the rest of the day, but the sense of dread you got from talking to your mother was still stuck in your head.
> Double timing it back you open the front door to see her sitting on the couch.  Waiting for you.
“I’m here mom are you okay?”
> “I’m fine dear.  It’s just I was hoping your sister would be here as well.”
“Well, I think we both know that’s not going to happen.  You want me to go look for her?”
> “No.  I’ll tell her later.  Have a seat”
> Shit.  Whatever it was it was NOT good.  Thankfully it didn’t seem to have anything to do with Dash; which gave you some comfort.


> “There’s been an incident with your grandmother Blitz.”
> Oh no.
> “She had a heart attack last night, and the doctors don’t think she’ll make it through the day.”
> Fuck.  Your grandma was always such a sweet woman to you.  Even though she had to deal with two delinquent sons.  One was your father, Rainbow Blitz, and the other was your uncle, Kraig Blitz.
> “I know it’s not what you had in mind for today, but we should probably go visit her at the hospital.”
“No, you’re right.  This is more important, but I still think I should go find Dash.”
> “Anon, the last thing I want is to have to go searching for both of you.  Just let it go for now.  If she doesn’t want to be with us on today of all days that’s her problem.”
“Mom, she promised to spend the day with me.  I know she wants to be here.  She just might not be in the right state of mind.”
> “If she really cared she wouldn’t be off with those junkies.”
“Mom, it’s not like that.  She isn’t like dad.”
> “Well, she’s certainly trying her best to imitate him.”
“Mom, I promise you she won’t end up like him.  I’ll make sure of it.”
> “Anon, I know you're fond of your sister, but at some point, you have to realize when someone isn’t worth saving.”
“And I already told you that she won’t end up as dad did.  I won’t let that happen.”
> “And how exactly are you going to do that?  If I can’t stop her from doing that stupid shit what can you do!?”
“I’ll make her see the error of her ways.  Somehow, but for now, let’s just focus on going to see grandma.”
> “You’re right we shouldn’t be fighting.  I’ll go get my purse and we can go.”


> Arriving at the hospital you had expected to see your uncle, but to your surprise, he wasn’t here.  Couldn’t even be bothered to be at his mother’s side during her final moments.  At least your father had an excuse.
> The nurse advised you not to get her riled up because she needed her strength.  She was on her death bed to hell with that.
> Unfortunately, she was sleeping when you arrived.  Leaving you nothing to do but wait.
> Hours go by before she finally awakens.
“Hey grandma how are you feeling?”
> “A-anon?  Oh, it’s good to see you, dearie.”
“It’s nice to see you too.  I’m sorry I haven’t been out to see you recently.”
> “You’re in school right?”
> You nod softly.
> “Then, you’re doing the right thing, sweetie.  Finishing your education is the most important thing you can do.”
“Thanks, grandma.”
> “Hey, Betty.”  Your mom says.
> “Firefly, it’s nice to see you.  How are you holding up?”
> “I’m doing alright, but let’s not talk about me.”
> For the next hour you go back and forth talking about day-to-day life.  Just enjoying the pleasantries of conversation.
> That got you to thinking.  Maybe you could get a hold of Dash now.  You excuse yourself for a moment before pulling out your phone and quick dial her number.
> Ring…ring…ring…ring…ring… “You’ve reached the number of the one and only Rainbow Dash.  Leave me an awesome message, and I might get back to you.”  Beep.
“Dash, it’s Anon.  Call me when you get this message.  I mean it.  It’s really important.  Like crazy important.  Okay, bye.”


> Damn it all!  Now of all times you couldn’t reach her.
> (Dash’s personal ringtone)
> Oh thank god.
“Dash where are you?”
> “Hey man who’s calling?”
> What the?  That’s not Dash’s voice.
“Who is this?”
> “Nah man I asked first.  Who are YOUUU?”
> Great some stoner has your sister’s phone.
“My name’s Anon.  Do you know my sister Rainbow Dash?”
> “No.  Nope.  No.  Nope.  Negatory.  No Dash here.”
> Well, he’s either lying or too high to remember.  Best to find out for yourself.
“Well can you at least tell me where you are?  I need to cut loose bra.”
> “Sha man.  I’m just down by The Labyrinth man.  Can’t miss it.”
“Thanks, dumbass.”
> Hanging up before he can respond.
> Sifting through your phone you pull up another number and press dial.
> You get one ring before you get sent to voice mail.  That son a bitch ignored your call.  If he thinks he can avoid you that easily he was mistaken.
“Mom, can I have your phone?”
> “Sure honey what do you need it for?”
“Making a call.”
> Dialing the number again he answers almost instantly.
> “Hey Firefly haven’t heard from you in a while.  What’s poppin babe.”
“Hey, uncle Kraig.”
> “Oh, it’s you.  The fuck do you want nigga.”
“Nice to hear from you too.”


“Two things actually.  First of all, have you heard of a place called the Labyrinth?”
> “The Labyrinth?  Man, you lookin to get in the game.  It’s about fucking time.”
“I’m not interested in anything that has to do with THAT.  I only ask because Dash is missing and I think she might be there.”
> “Shit man why didn’t you say so before.  Can’t let my brother’s little girl get wasted.”
“I appreciate your concern.”  You say with a thick layer of sarcasm.  “Can you tell me where to find it?”
> “Yeah, it’s downtown across from Nate’s Shoe Shack.  In that old abandoned warehouse.”
“Thanks, it means a lot.”
> “So what was that second thing you were talking bout?”
> Right, you almost forgot.
“Your mother’s on her death bed at the hospital.”
> “So?”
“So!?  So get you fucking ass over here and make peace with her you piece of shit!”
> “Nigga I don’t owe her shit.  The hell I’m driving my ass an hour away to see some old bitch die.”
“Did I mention my mom is here.  Looking for a man to comfort her”
> A long silence follows.
> “Aight maybe I can swing by for a little while.”
“Thanks, talk to you later.”
> You’re fucking family.  How it became so divided you’ll never know.
“Mom, I know where Dash is.  Can I borrow the car?”
> “You still want to go looking for your sister even now.  I swear I don’t know what I’m going to do with the two of you.”
“So is that a yes or a no?”
> “No way, and you’re not leaving either so sit down.”
> You’ve had just about all you can take of your family’s bullshit today.
“Mom, come talk to me out in the hall.”
> She gives you a stern look; which you return in kind.  Before she finally relents and follows you out the door.


“I’m leaving whether you like it or not; because we all need to be here as a family.  Even uncle Kraig.  Things are pretty bad as they stand right now, and now is the perfect time to come together to settle our differences.”
> “Anon I just told you you’re staying here, and that’s final.  Plus, what does your uncle have to do with this.”
“He’s the one who told me where Dash is.  Also, he’s coming to the hospital soon.”
> “Him coming here?  How the hell did you convince him of that.”
“I told him you were here, and before you say anything.  Yes, I realize he’s an insufferable ass.  However, he’s family and he needs to be here.”
> Your mother looks like she has a million things to say to you.  Everything from: ‘I don’t want to see that jackass’ to ‘Maybe you’re right’ to ‘You can’t talk to me like that.’  In the end, she settles for-
> “Fine.  Go.  You can’t take the car though.”
“Great.  I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
> You give her a quick peck on the cheek before heading out.
> Nate’s Shoe Shack.  Getting out your phone you pull up the store on Google Maps.  A couple of blocks from the lake.  Walking there would take you all day.  Better take the trams.
> What time was it 1:30?  You were really hungry now that you realize how late in the day it was.  Guess that’ll just have to hold off until later.  When time wasn’t of the essence.
> You pay for your ticket and drift into deep thought as you begin your long journey.
> You had no idea how things were going to transpire when you got there.  From what you could tell about your uncle’s reaction the place was more than likely a major hot spot for dealers, and not just for drugs.
> Things could get out of hand very quickly.  Best not to cause any commotion if at all possible.  The people you have to put up with at school were nothing in comparison to the thugs you would encounter there.


> If worse comes to worst, you may just have to walk away, but that was easier said than done.  Your sister’s life could be at stake.  Who knows how you’ll react when you see her.
> Please… To whatever higher being watching over you right now.  Please keep her safe.  That’s all you ask.
> At last, you arrive at your stop.  Some cloud cover had started to roll in, and it appeared as though it was going to rain soon.
> You still being dressed in your workout clothes would find it very uncomfortable if it started down pouring.  You better hurry then.  Midwestern weather was extremely volatile and unpredictable.
> Continuing to follow your maps directions you eventually find the abandoned warehouse in question.
> It was a shaggy building with a slightly rusted exterior.  Some small portions of the roof were missing and a chain-link fence surrounding the yard was bent in several dozen places.
> It looked as though it had been deserted decades ago. You figured the docking bay where the semi-trucks once came and went now served as an ideal location to move large shipments of illegal drugs and other contraband.
> Kind of an obvious place for criminals to hang out, but then again sometimes the best place to hide was in plain sight. Especially since the city was littered with large buildings like these everywhere.
> A couple of guys were hanging out by the front door.  Making entry rather tricky.  You could sneak in, but if you got caught you would more than likely be shot on sight.  If not beaten to a pulp.
> Going through the front door was much safer; in theory.
> As you come into view of the two watchdogs smoking cigarettes you do your best to look as non-threatening as can be.
“How’s it going boys?  Mind if I go in?”
> “Depends.”  Says the first schmuck.  As he blows a smoke ring towards you.
> “Who the fuck are you?”


“I’m just lookin for ma girl man.  You seen her?”
> “Plenty a girls around here.  Refresh my memory a little bit.”
“Her name’s Rainbow Dash.  Got hair like mine.”
> “Sorry man.  Plenty of people with hair like yours.”  The second thug says.
> You just shake your head at that.
“Come on man.  You can’t think of a better lie than that?  Never in my entire life have I met someone with natural rainbow hair.”
> “You calling me a liar?”  Says the street punk as he walks up to your face.
“I’m just saying.  Rainbow Dash is pretty famous around here.  Not too many people haven’t heard about her.”
> “Yeah, we know her.”  The first guy interjects.  “She’s just not here.”
> Both of you look over to him.
“You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t take your word for it.  All I ask is that I take a quick peek inside.  Just to be sure.”
> “Nah man can’t let you do that.  We don’t know you, so you don’t get in.”
“Then can one of you go and look, and if she’s not here I’ll be on my way.”
> “Man you can’t tell me what to do.”  Says the second punk.
> “Nigga shut the fuck up.  Just go in there and take a look.”
> Reluctantly he goes inside.  Leaving the two of you to wait in uneasy silence.
> After a minute of sitting around he returns.
> “Yeah she’s here, but she don’t know anything about having no man.”
“I bet she was on cloud nine when she said that am I right?”
“Trust me what I have to say is important, and if she’s too out of it to listen.  I’ll get her out of your hair for ya.”
> “That’s not the problem man.  She’s got some debts to pay, and she ain’t leaving until we get what’s ours one way or another.”
> Fucking shit.  Now she was ringing up debts with gang members.  This was worse than you thought.
“How much money does she owe?”
> “Five hundred bones.”


> Oh man you were going to have some serious words for your sister when this was over.
“Alright how about this.  I only have $25 on me right now, but I’ll come back tomorrow to pay the rest.”
> “That ain’t how it works brother.  Either pay up or get lost.”
> Great.  Looks like you’ll have to resort to drastic measures.
“How about this.  I leave with Rainbow Dash, and come back and pay double what she owes.”
> The two wannabe criminals look at each other with raised eyebrows.
> “This girl really mean that much to you?”
“You have no idea.”
> “Alright follow me.  We’ll go talk to the big man.”
> Definitely not what you wanted, but you really didn’t have a choice at this point.  The less you were involved the better.
> You follow them into the warehouse where you see a makeshift ring with two people fighting it out for money.
> On the other side you see pallets of something being loaded into the back of a truck.  Boy, you couldn’t have found a shadier place if you tried.
> The two henchmen lead you to an office where they explain the situation to a large man behind a desk.
> “So you’re looking to buy some merchandise.”  Says the imposing figure.
> You clench your fist at his remark but bite your tongue for now.
“I am.  Will my offer be sufficient?”
> “It is, but I’m curious as to why your willing to go this far for a piece of trash like her.”
> You can feel every blood vessel in your body strain to keep yourself from lashing out.
“It’s because you don’t know her potential like I do.  I’ve seen her at her highest moments, and she can do anything she sets her mind to.”
> “You actually believe that, don’t you?  How sad.”
“Are you going to sit there and insult me all day, or are we going to conclude our business.”
> “Don’t test me, boy.  You’re only here because of my good graces.  Remember if you don’t pay by tomorrow it will be on your head.”


“I understand.  I’ll be leaving now.”
> The two guys who let you in direct you to where all the junkies hangout, and in the corner, you see your sister with half-lidded eyes staring out into space.
> “Oh hey.  I know you.  Don’t I?  What’s your name again?”
“I’m here to take you home Dash.  Grab your things and let’s go.”
> “No way I love it here.  Besides, the party’s just started.”
> You look around to see only about a dozen other people in the room.  Half of them passed out.  The other half swapping spit.
“Well too bad.  We’re leaving.”
> “But I don’t want toooooo.”
> You take a deep sigh.  The things you do for her.
“Hey, you want to go for a ride?”
> “A ride?  Where we going?”
“Wherever you want.  Just take my hand.”
> “Carry me.”
> Of course.
“Okay, climb on my back.”
> You turn around and she wraps her arms around your neck.
> “Ride’em horsey.”
> Slowly you make your way out.  All the while your sister bouncing up and down your back.  Making it difficult to walk.
“I swear Dash when we get home we-”
> A sudden crash through the window cuts your sentence short.  As several large men in black suits start pouring in from all directions.
> “CHICAGO POLICE DEPARTMENT EVERYONE GET DOWN!”
> A mix of yells, gunshots, and panic instantly grip the environment.
> You try to duck down and sprint to the closest exit, but you were cut off.
> Taking a left you head for the open lot, but as soon as you drop down a gun is raised to your face.


> “GET ON THE GROUND NOW!”
> You weren’t one to argue, so you just lay down with your sister on top of you.
> “Come on horsey I want to go fast.”
“Dash stop it!”
> “But you promised me we’d go for a ride.”
“Later Dash.  I’ll take you on one later.”
> She just pouts like a five-year-old, but thankfully doesn’t try to get up.
> Yeah, you’d be going for a ride alright.
> A minute or two later the craziness finally subsided.  You weren’t sure how many people died, and in all honesty, you didn’t want to think about it.
> A police officer cuffs both you and Dash before putting in the back of his vehicle.
> Your mom was going to kill you for this.  The only comforting thought about the situation was Dash had only one strike against her; where you had none.
> The ride to the police station was quiet.  At some point, your sister had fallen asleep.  It was probably for her own good.
> “Get out you two.”  Says the officer.
“Trust me she’s out.  I can carry her if you like?”
> “She’s going to have to be awake at some point.  Get her up.”
> You shake her shoulders a little bit but get no response.  You slap her face a little bit before she finally perks up.
> “Hey yooou.”
> Great she’s still out of it.
“We have to go now, sis.  Let’s go.”
> Surprisingly she complies.  Even though you still had to fight her.  It was better than her making things worse.


> Both of you get screened and are inevitably put in a cell.
“So when do we get our one call.”
> “I’ll let you have it an hour once I'm done with the paperwork.”
“Kay.  I’ll be right here if you need me.”
> The hour comes and goes, and the moment you’ve been dreading is at hand.
> The phone rings a couple times, but thankfully she answers.
> “It’s about time you called me where the hell are you!  Your grandma passed away and you couldn’t even be here!”
“Mom, there’s a very good reason for that.  Although you’re not going to like it.”
> “I don’t care what it is.  You’re grounded.  I don’t care what day it is you should’ve been here.”
“Mom, I know and I’m sorry.  I’ll accept any punishment you give me, but first can you please come pick us up?”
> “So you did find your sister.  I guess that’s one good thing.  Why can’t you just make your way back?”
> Well you’ve lived a full life.
“Because-because were both in jail.”
> “WHAT!!!!!!!”
> And there go your eardrums.
> You just hold the phone away from your ear while she gets all her frustration out.  Once she’s done you just repeat the same lines you fed her before.  Saying that she’ll be there in an hour or two.
> So you simply return to your cell sitting next to your sister who’s passed out again.
> Your mom arrives and she’s just as pissed as she was on the phone.
> This has to be without a doubt the worst birthday ever.


> Be Rainbow Dash

> And you’ve got a splitting headache.
> Normally you would have skipped school, but your mom wasn’t having any of it.
> Getting arrested again will do that to her.  Not to mention Anon somehow got thrown in with you.  You’ve yet to ask him about that though.
> Your punishment was essentially being put under house arrest for the next two weeks.  It could have been worse, but being home wasn’t going to be very exciting with Anon for his birthday tomorrow.
> School was boring and long.  As per usual.  You tried talking to Anon, but he was stonewalling you for some reason.  Apparently getting arrested made him pretty upset.
> If you could remember anything about what happened yesterday you could apologize if you needed to; which you probably did.
> Once you were home he just went straight to his room without saying a word.  Something was definitely up.
> Unsure of what to do you give his door a hesitant knock.
> “Anon?  Can we talk?”
“You sure you’re sober enough to try?”
> Ouch.  He’s really mad.
> “Anon please I know I messed up yesterday, but I swear I’ll make it to you tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?  Why tomorrow?”
> “Because it will be your birthday of course.  It’ll be the perfect time to make up.”
> You hear him slowly crawl out of his bed and walk up to the door, but he doesn’t open it.
“Have you really lost track of that much time!?  Were you really that far gone that you couldn’t keep track of what day it was?”
> “What do you mean?”


“It’s Tuesday Dash!  My birthday was yesterday!  Even after you promised me that we would spend some time together!"
“I really thought we were going to start being closer again like old times!  Before you decided it was cooler and more important to do drugs and get drunk all the time with your so-called friends, but I guess I was wrong.”
> You could hear his voice crack at the end.  Trying his best not to break down.  It was at that same time you could feel your own heartbreak.
“I thought I was doing the right thing by saving you from those thugs, but I don't even know anymore.”
> You stand there quietly against his door.  Hoping desperately that he would open it to look at you.
“I want to believe that you’re the same sister that I’ve always known and loved, but it feels like every day you keep slipping further and further away from me.”
> There was no mistaking the pain in his voice and it was tearing you apart.
“Do you even realize how much debt you piled up from those guys?  DO YOU!  Who knows what they would have done to you had I not shown up.”
“Everyday I made sacrifices for you.  Every day I covered for you in school.  Doing practically half of your homework, and gathering assignments for you.  Whenever we fought I would always let you win.  No matter how trivial the argument was.”
“But now I’m done.”
> Done?  What does he mean by done?
“After today.  You’re no longer my sister.”
> Silence was all that followed.  Every fiber in your being screamed for Anon to open the door.
> To let you see the pain on his face.
> To apologize for everything you’ve put him through.
> To just say you were sorry.
> But the door stood firm.


> You could feel yourself slouch to the floor.  Holding your hand over your mouth to muffle your own wails of sorrow.
> Anon.
> Please.
> Let me in.
> I’m sorry.
> Your mouth tried to form words, but all you could do was weep.
> He couldn’t do this.  Who would you fall back on now that he was gone?
> You had no one.
> Even your so-called closest friends had abandoned you to that place to rot away.
> For the first time in your life you were alone.  
> You couldn’t be alone.  You needed somebody.  Anybody.
> As the gravity of your situation gradually sunk in, so to did the feeling of loneliness.
> You felt cold.  Isolated from the rest of the world.  Discarded and forgotten.  Was this what death felt like?
> No.
> You would have welcomed death.  Anything would have felt better than what you felt now.
> It was at that moment you knew that you were merely a shell of the person you once were.  The person once named Rainbow Dash.


> Be Anon

> Time seemed to have stopped.
> You couldn’t hear anything.  Life was frozen in place, and your body had gone completely numb.
> You didn’t want it to be this way, but you had no other choice.
> Then, why did you feel so dead inside?  Why was it that you couldn’t face her?  And most importantly, why couldn’t you stop crying?
> Your sister had done nothing but neglect and use you, so why did you feel this way?
> It felt like you were experiencing the seven stages of grief all at once, and it made you want to throw up.
> Where were you going?  What were you doing?  Was life even worth living anymore?
> These thoughts flooded your mind demanding answers when you had none.
> You couldn’t stay like this.  You could feel yourself spiraling down a path that had only one end.
> Grabbing your jacket you write a note and leave it on the kitchen counter.
> Mom was going to be upset when she got home, but you couldn’t stay here.
> Grabbing the keys you take the car to the only other place you felt at home.
> Ringing the doorbell you wait until a middle-aged woman answers the door.
> “Hello, Anon- oh.  Are you alright honey?  You look pale.
“Hi, Mrs. Hooves.  Is Derpy home?”
> “Yes, she is.  Please come in dear.”
“Thank you.”
> Mrs. Hooves calls out to Derpy to come and greet you, but you just head straight for her room.  Her door opens just as you reach for the knob.
> “Anon?  Oh my goodness!  What’s wrong!?”
“Can you talk for a bit.”
> “Yeah, of course, sit down.”
> Taking a place on her bed.  Before running your hands through your hair to try and regain your composure.
> “What happened Anon?  It looks like you’ve been crying.”
“I have.”
> Is all you reply with.  Unsure how to respond further.


> “Did someone beat you up?”
“A lot of things have happened Derpy.  I just need to be away from home right now.”
> “From home?  Did something happen between you and Rainbow Dash?”
“You could say that.”
> “Well, it sounds like you have a lot on your mind.  Maybe you should start from the beginning.”
“I’ll try.”
> The next few hours seemed to both drag on, and at the same time fly by.  As each detail of your ordeal makes itself known to her.
> How you started off by visiting your dying grandmother.  When you went hunting for Dash in some ghetto neighborhood.  Finding her and ultimately getting arrested with her.  Before finally ending on the somber note of disowning her as your sister.
> “Anon you can’t do that she’s your sister.”
“I know Derpy, but you don’t understand-”
> “You’re right I don’t understand, and I never want to either.  What is wrong with you!”
> Then something unthinkable happens.
> She slaps you.
“I may be an only child, but I would never dream of leaving my sister.”
> Never in your life had you imagined Derpy being angry with you.  It was scary.
> “You’ve known each other longer than I have, and you suddenly want to give up on her just because things got too difficult for you.  What the fuck is wrong with you!”
> She slaps you again, and this one was even more surprising than the first.
> “The Anon I know is strong.  Someone who never gives up on a friend; especially his sister.”
> You could tell from her voice that she was on the verge of crying.
> “He’s a guy who never shies away from getting hurt; because he knows that he’s protecting someone else.  Never giving a second thought to his own well being.”
> “I want that Anon back.  Not the Anon who shrivels up and cries when he thinks the world has turned it’s back on him.”


> She begins pounding on your chest.  Not very hard, but strong enough to show defiance.
> It was at that moment you wrap your arms around her back and hug her.
> “I’m sorry Derpy.  It seems no matter what I do I just tread over your feelings.  Please forgive me.”
> “You idiot.  It’s not me you should be apologizing to.”
> She was right.  You needed to make things right.
“I can’t thank you enough Derpy.  I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”
> “Just promise me you’ll never do this again.  I don’t think my heart can take it.”
“It’s a promise then.”
> With a heavy heart you say your farewells.  Not wanting to leave, but at the same time knowing you had no other choice.
> By the time you got home it was already dark.
> You weren’t sure how mom was going to react.  Not well you imagine.
“I’m home.”  You say tentatively.
> “Anon come here.”
> Oh boy.
> Your mother was sitting alone at the dinner table.  The lack of food smells indicated to you that they had not eaten yet.
“I realize I went against your orders mom, but me and Dash had a fight and I needed some comfort.”
> “I know.  She’s been in her room crying ever since I got home.  What I’m concerned with is the fact that you explicitly disobeyed me after I told you never to leave home after school.  What part of that don’t you understand?”
“It’s not that I failed to understand it, mom, it’s the fact that me and Dash are going through a rough patch in our lives and you don’t seem like you have any intention of helping us.”
> “Not helping you!  I’m the one who works fifty hours a week to keep this family afloat, and I’m the one not helping!”


“Money means nothing mom.  If we don’t come home to somebody willing to listen to our problems then you’re not helping the real problem.”
> “How dare you question my parenting!  I’ve been raising both of you for almost ten years now.  How do you think I feel having to come home every night to a couple of kids who are throwing their lives away!”
“I’ve been as straight-laced a kid as fucking Jesus Christ, and I’m throwing MY life away!”
> “The both of you have been nothing but a burden ever since Dash was in middle school.  I can’t shield you from that shady life of crime forever.”
“I know you can’t, but you have to stop worrying and trust we’ll make the right decision.”
> “How can I do that when you and Dash just got arrested yesterday?  You literally have no way of proving to me that I can trust you to do the right thing.”
“That’s not true and you know it!  You’ve trusted me to make it through high school up until this point.  What’s changed?”
> “You were arrested Anon.  That’s going to be on your permanent record.  No matter what you do now people will know that you’re a felon.”
“I was never convicted, mom.  It’s only one strike.  It’s never going to happen again.”
> “Well, what about your sister.  She’s one strike away from being locked away.  What am I supposed to do then?”
“Mom if you knew how bad this last incident got to her you would know that she’s given up on those crooks.”
> “You don’t know that.  She’s been in this situation dozens of times what makes this one any different.”
“It’s because of me.”
> “What do you mean it’s because of you?”


“It’s that argument we had earlier.  I told her that I wasn’t going to help her anymore, and we both broke down.”
> “You?  Giving up on your sister.  I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Yeah well I made a mistake, and I’m going to rectify that situation now.”
> “Hold on we’re not done talking.”
“What’s the point?  All we’re going to do is continue yelling at each other.  I’m sick of it.  You can decide whether or not you want to punish me again.  I don’t care.”
> Not looking back you make your way to Dash’s room.  Thinking what you wanted to say to her.
> (Knock) (Knock) (Knock)
“Dash it’s me.”
> No response.
“I’m coming in.”
> Carefully you push the door ajar to see her curled up into a ball in her bed.
> As you approach you could hear her faintly breathing.  With no signs of emotion to tell you how she was feeling.
> You take a seat next to her, but she doesn’t move.
> Sitting there in silence you wait.  You don’t know what for, but you wait.
> The right time to speak, a gesture, something.  The length of time grows, but the tension never goes away.
“Dash, I-”
> You pause to ponder what you want to say, but now was not the time to hesitate.
“I messed up.  I shouldn’t have said all those things to you.  You didn’t deserve it.  I thought that maybe my life would have been easier without you.  But I know that’s not true.”
> She continues to lay there.  Still unmoving and unresponsive.
“It wasn’t till someone slapped some sense into me did I understand it.  That you’re the only reason I’m still able to continue living this life.  It was also when I realized that I’m what keeps you going.”
“Had I thought about anything but myself I would have seen it.  Now here we are.  Both scared and alone.”


“I know what I did was wrong, but could you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
> At last, she removes her head from her pillow.  Looking at you with tears in her eyes.  Seeing her like this was making you well up with tears in turn.
> (Bam)
> She tackles you while holding you tightly.  Sobbing gingerly into your shoulder.
> It was too much for you to keep it in anymore.  As you too cried with her.
> It wasn’t until she looked up at you that you could feel yourself calm down.
> “Why?  Why are you so nice to me?”
“What do you mean?”  You say a little puzzled.
> “You have every right to be angry with me Anon.  I’ve been a terrible older sister to you, and yet here you are apologizing like you did something wrong.”
“But I did Dash.  I said all those awful things to you that I can never take back.”
> “You just did you idiot, and here I was thinking I lost you forever.”
> Placing a hand on her cheek you gently rub away a tear from her eye.
“I’m sorry I made you worry Dash.  I promise I’ll never leave you again.”
> “But you never have Anon.  Even after all those times, I pushed you away you always came back.”
“And I always will.  You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”
> “Okay, you need to stop.”  She says as she pushes off of you.
> “You’re going to make me cry again.”
> You just chuckle softly before planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
“You’re so cute when you're embarrassed.”
> That comment gets you a cannonball pillow to the face.
> “Oh shut up.  I’d kill you if I didn’t love you.”
“Love you too sis.”
> She slouches back into her bed.  With a content look on her face.  As you both just stare at each other with a couple of big smiles on your faces.
> “I guess that’s it then.”
“Sure seems like it.”
 

> “No more late nights of getting drunk and missing school.”
“Done.”
> “Spend more of my free nights training to stay in shape.”
“That’s always important.”
> “Make some new friends.”
“As long as they’re hot.”
> She throws another pillow at you; which you duck underneath.
> “Try and get on better terms with mom.”
“Probably a good idea.”
> “And most importantly spend some quality time with my favorite brother.”
“You coming on to me?”
> She jumps you again and starts punching your arm.
> “Oh my god shut up.  You’re such an ass.”
“Ouch.  Come on sis you’re going to leave a bruise.”
> “Suck it up you’re a tough guy.”
“No, please I bruise like a banana.”
> “Then I’ll kiss it to make it better.”
> True to her word she plants a quick kiss on the spot where she’s been waling on you.
> “Better?”
“Yes, actually.”
> “Good now get out of here.  I need to take a shower after all this mushy feely crap.”
“Alright.”
> As you get to the doorway you steal one more glance at her.
“Just remember.  If you ever need me I’ll be here.”
> “I know.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xg2vMrDzoXM


> After all of yesterday’s drama you were almost glad to be back at school; emphasis on almost.  With everything that’s happened you completely forgot that you had a literature assignment due.  In a last-ditch effort, you skip lunch to go to the library to get it finished.
> It wasn’t your best work, but it was better than nothing.
> “Anon?”
> That voice.  You’ve heard it before.
> Turning away from your laptop you see a familiar purple haired girl standing next to you.
> “Oh hey Twilight.  How’s robotics going?”
> “Great.  Two of our teams have already qualified for state, but why are you here?  Isn’t this your lunch period?”
“It is, but I had some work I needed to get done.”
> “I see.”
> You both sit there in uneasy silence.  Unsure what to say next.  Not even wanting to make eye contact.
> “You really seem interested in the club Anon.  Why don’t you join?”
> You let out a big sigh.  In your head, you really wish she could just drop it, but your heart was telling you that you needed to be straight with her.
“Look Twilight I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it wouldn’t work out even if I wanted it to.”
> “Why not?  I know what classes you’re taking.  You’re plenty smart in order to join.”
> She was either incredibly dense or just dancing around the real issue.
“Twilight it’s not the fact that I wouldn’t enjoy it.  It’s because of who I am that would be the problem.  I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors.  That Junior punk with the rainbow hair who always getting into fights.”
> “But that’s not you.  I mean it is, but you’re not a bad person.”
“How would you know?  You’ve only known me for a few weeks at the most.”
> “It just seems like that you need more friends is all.  If that girl with the crossed eyes can be your friend then so can I.”

“So you’re saying anybody could be my friend is that it?”  You say with a little hostile intent.
> “No, I didn’t mean it like that.  It’s just you seem to push people away because of the rumors.  You don’t want them to get hurt.”
> Her words resonated with you like none ever had before, but still you fought the urge to tell her she was right.
“No.  That’s not it.  I’d say more but I have work to do, so please leave.”
> She stands there for the longest time.  Fidgeting all the while.  Internally struggling to let it go.  Before finally resigning herself to the fact that she wasn’t going to win.
> As she exits you remark to her.
“And Twilight.  Thank you.”
> Content with your response she leaves you to your devices.
> What was with her?  You had only met once and it’s like she was trying to be your best friend.  Maybe she had a crush on you.  She was the first girl to ever approach you without fear.
> Derpy didn’t fear you at first because she didn’t know who you were.  By the time she did know she knew you well enough to know that you weren’t a bad person.
> Maybe you could ask Dash for advice.  She may not be very good at showing her emotions, but she was still a girl.
> Once school was over you meet up with Dash at the car to head home.  Still struggling to decide whether or not to tell her.
> “How was your day little bro?”
“It was fine.  Almost forgot about an assignment and had to skip lunch.”
> “Skip lunch!  I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“Yeah well I didn’t have a choice.  It was either that or take a zero for an assignment.”
> “Then let’s go get some food.  We probably won’t have dinner for another three hours anyway.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
> “Great then let’s go to DQ.  I’ve got a hankering for ice cream.”


> You order yourself a $5 box of chicken wraps while Dash gets a medium M&M’s blizzard.
> “Do you mind if we make a stop before we go home.”
“Just as long as we get there before mom.  She’ll be livid if we don’t get there before her.”
> “Right, so just a quick in and out.”
“Where are we going anyway?”
> “You’ll see.”
> Should you tell her now?  You were both alone and had a few minutes to yourself.
> Ah what the hell.
“Dash can I ask you something?”
> “Sure what is it?”
“How do you know if someone likes you?”
> “M-me?  I don’t know why do you ask?”
“It’s just that.  You’re a girl; sort of.”
> “Hey!”
“Relax I’m just kidding.  How would you approach a guy you like.”
> She takes a minute to contemplate this before answering.
> “Well, I’d probably start hanging around them more.  Ask what they like to do and stuff like that.”
> That sounds like something she’d do, but what about Twilight?  She seemed like a more reserved person than your sister.
> “Why do you ask?  Think you have a secret admirer?”
“I don’t know yet.  Maybe.”
> “Well if you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask.  I can give you any advice you need.”
> That was strangely generous of her.
“What’s the catch?”
> “Nothing I just figured it’s the least I could do to pay you back for everything you’ve done for me.”
> Huh since when did Dash become so sentimental?
“Okay who are you and what have you done with my sister?”
> “Oh knock it off.”  She says while giving you a playful shove.
> “I can be touchy-feely when I want to be.  Just not for everyone.”
“Is that a fact?”
> “Yeah, but don’t tell anyone or I’ll kill you.”
> There it is.  That’s the sister you know and love.


> The place your sister had mentioned was actually a pet store.  Strange.  Dash had never mentioned having any interest in a pet, so why come here?
> What are we doing here?
> “I want you to meet an old friend of mine.”
> A friend?  Who works at a pet store?
> As you walk inside the only person in the entire store is the cashier.  I pink haired girl with some tig ol’ bitties.
> “Hey there Fluttershy.”
> “Rainbow Dash I’m so glad you came.”
> “You remember Anon right?  My brother.”
> “Of course.  It’s nice to see you again.”
“Likewise.”
> Fluttershy.  You could have sworn her name was Butterfly.  Good thing you weren’t the one to greet her.
> “So you said that you have something for me.”  Dash remarks.
> “I sure do.  Wait right here I’ll go get him.”
> Him?
“Did Fluttershy talk you into getting a pet?”
> “She mentioned it to me and I asked her to set me up.”
“And you think now is the best time for you to be taking care of something like that?”
> “Yeah, why?”
“What is mom going to say.  You think she’ll just let you have a pet?”
> “Well…I’ll talk to her about it.”
> Fluttershy returns a second later with a massive cage in tow.
“A Cockatoo?”
> “Yep.  This little guy’s been here almost a year now.  He deserves a good home.”
“That’s great and all, but he might be a little too much for Dash to handle.”
> “No, he’s not.  I’ll take him.”
“Whoa whoa whoa hold your horses.”
> “You want a horse instead!”   Exclaimed Fluttershy.


“No I mean you’re rushing things here.  Do you even know what this thing eats?”
> “Of course I do…ah, food of some kind.”
“No.  They eat-”
> “Seed, corms, tubers, fruits, and small insects.”  Fluttershy lists off proudly.
“Yeah, not to mention that if destroy everything that they get their claws into.  On top of taking monstrous shits.”
> “That’s not true.  Well except that part about pooping.  Fuzzy here is very well behaved.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you Fluttershy.  It’s just that we may need a pet that’s a little more low maintenance.  Besides we should get going soon.  Mom’s going to kill us if we don’t hurry.”
> “Yeah, you’re right.  I’ll hit you up tomorrow Flutters.”
> “Okay see you then.”
> Thankfully you beat mom home, but there’s someone else waiting for you when you get there.
> A large truck with retrofitted with small monster truck tires.  Holding three passengers.  Two male and one female.  
> “Oh no.”  Dash says while resting her head on the steering wheel.
“Friends of yours I assume.”
> “Yeah, that’s Gilda.  She’s my closest friend.”
“Was your closest friend.”
> “Yeah.  She’s not gonna like me telling her that.”
“Don’t worry about her I’ll back you up.”
> “No, you stay out of this one I’ll handle it.”
> You were about to tell her absolutely not but realized that it was better this way.  If she didn’t tell her off she would never leave Dash alone.
> You both exit the car, but you keep your distance from her.  Waiting in the wings just-in-case the unthinkable happened.
> “Rainbow how’s it going girl.  Glad to see you made it out of the Labyrinth.  Hop in we’re going to Johnny’s place to get wasted.”
> “Not this time Gilda.”
> “Huh, why not?”


> “How can you even ask me that!?  You left me in that god awful place alone!  If it wasn’t for Anon I’d never have made it out of that place.”
> “Who’s that your boyfriend over there?  I thought you were seeing that other guy.  What’s his name?”
> “No, I’m not dating Ryan geez.  Besides I’ve decided not to hang out with you anymore.”
> You could see a flash of anger wash over that girl’s face.  You take a step forward, but Dash signals to stay back.
> “What!  You can’t just walk away from us Dash we’re family.  Who took care of you when you had nowhere else to go huh?  You owe us.”
> “I don’t owe you jackasses anything.  Anon here has been the most supportive of me.  Even when I fuck up.  All you guys do is laugh and get so shit faced you don’t know which way is up.”
> Dash’s friend climbs out of the car and walks up to her.  She was only about three inches taller than Dash, but she was built like an Amazon.  With more tattoos and piercings than you could count.
> “You’re leaving with us whether you like it or not.  Now get in the truck.”
“That’s not going to happen.”  You say while making your way to Dash’s side.
> “Stay out of this little man.”  She threatens.
“She asked you to leave.  If you were really her friend you would respect her wishes.”
> The two of you glare at each for what seems like ages.  With neither of you giving in.  Not wanting to show a lack of resolve.  The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
> “I’ve never met anyone so devoted to Dash besides myself.  Just who are you?”
“The name’s Anon; I’m her brother.  Now I’ll only ask one more time.  Get back in your toy truck and leave.”


> She grins while letting out a soft laugh, but never looking away from you.
> “You’ve got guts kid I’ll give you that.  We should hang out sometime.  When your sister’s not around.”  Her voice becoming a hundred times more sultry with that last sentence.
“Not interested.  I’ve spent my whole life actively avoiding people like you, and I’m not about to make any exceptions.  Especially when my sister is involved.”
> “That’s a shame man.  You don’t know what your missing.”
“I do actually.  I have my father to thank for that.”
> “Ohh that’s right.  Your old man used to run things around here, or so I’ve been told.  That was ages ago though.  Things are different now.”
“Listen, babe, you’re barking up the wrong tree.  I have no interest in anything that has to do with you, so whatever your thinking you can just forget it.”
> “That so?”
> Without warning she plants a quick jab in your stomach before giving you a swift right hook.
> “ANON!”  Dash screams out as she rushes to your side.
> “Doesn’t really matter what you want chicken shit I always get what I want.  Johnny.  Sam.  Grab these two and throw them in the back.”
“Not so fast.”  You say while picking yourself up.
“If you think that I’m just going to let you push us around you’re sadly mistaken.”
> “What are you going to do about it?  You can’t even take a single punch without getting knocked flat on your ass.”
> You chuckle softly to yourself.
“Sorry to tell you but that last attack was free.  I hadn’t actually intended on fighting you; which is why you caught me off guard with that sucker punch.  But now that I know you’re serious about this.”
> “What you’re going to hit a girl?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
> “And how are you going to fight me when I have this.”
> She reaches for something behind her and pulls out the last thing you ever expected.


“A pistol!?”
> “Of course.  Like I said I get what I want no matter what.”
> You and Dash look at each other with uncertainty but slowly start walking towards the truck.
> “They’re not going anywhere.”
“Mom!”
> “Mom!”
> There she was.  Standing in the driveway next to her car with a gun of her own.
> “My kids may get themselves into trouble more times than I can count, but they’re my children damn it!”
> You never thought you’d see your mom sticking up for you.  You also never imagined how scary she could be.
> “Now get off my property before I call the cops!”
> “Fine,”  Gilda says reluctantly.
> “But this isn’t over.”
> “Yes, it is.”  Rainbow snaps.
> Gilda and her gang drive off and you're left with this strange feeling of relief and fear.
> “See kids.  This is why I don’t make friends with shady scumbags.”
“Thanks a lot mom you really saved our skins.”
> “Yes, well I expect you to learn from this experience.  Now get inside we need to make dinner.”
“Right.  By the way.  Where do you keep that gun?  Just in case we might need it.”
> “It’s in the glove box of my car.  I also have one underneath the first drawer in my nightstand, but I never want either of you to touch them.  You understand!”
> “Yeah, mom.”
“Completely.”


> You didn’t sleep very well that night.  The next morning you ask Dash how she slept and she said the same thing.
> “Seeing Gilda like that.  It got me thinking about just how wrong I was about all those guys I thought they were my friends.  In the end, all they cared about was controlling me.”
“I know it’s hard sis, but you have to let it go.  You still have Fluttershy, and I’m sure you can make a whole bunch of new friends if you set your mind to it.”
> “Maybe.  But I don’t even know who I can trust anymore.”
“Hey now.”  You say as you wrap your arm around her shoulder.
“You’ve got me don’t you, and what about Fluttershy?”
> “Well…”
“I know she isn’t the most sociable person.  Heck neither am I, but you’re both bound to make friends if you’re together.”
> “You really think so?”
“I know so.  You’re Rainbow Dash after all.  Everybody wants to be your friend.  Ranked #1 in the state for a female sprinter.  You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
> With those words you could see a small grin form across her face.
> “Thanks Anon you know just what to say to cheer me up.”
“Right back at you sis.  I’ll always be here for you.”
> “Th-thanks little bro.”
> “Alright you two were leaving you better be ready.”  Mom proclaims.
“Yeah, we’re ready.”
> The drive was about as quiet and awkward as the time you came home from being arrested, but not nearly as stressful.
> As you make your final turn you read the giant letters of the stone sign displayed on the side of the road.
> St. Judas’s Funeral Home.


> Not as many people attended as you expected, and even fewer of them were family members.  Severally cutting down on the number of people you could talk to, but things like that weren’t important.
> You were here to pay your respects to grandma Blitz, and in an unexpected twist, you were chosen as a coffin carrier.  It’s not that you didn’t want to do it.  You were more than happy to help, but the thought of carrying your dead grandmother around was a lot for you to stomach.
> Once everyone said their goodbyes you and Dash stayed behind.  While your mother mingled among your relatives.
> Dash sits on her knees in front of her grave while you stand over her.  As a slight breeze slowly blows the newly fallen leaves along the ground.
> “Hey grandma sorry I’m late.  I know you were expecting me, but a lot’s happened in the last couple days.”
> “I made a real mess, but thanks to Anon everything worked out alright.  I’ve made you worry a lot, haven’t I?  Not coming to see you and always hanging out with a rough crowd.  Dad and uncle Kraig were like that to weren’t they?”
> “I can’t imagine what that must have been like.  Watching your own children resort to a life of crime, and then having to watch their children make the same mistakes.  All the while being without grandpa.”
> “I wish I had half the courage and strength you did.  You’re so awesome I can’t even begin to put into words how amazing you are.”
> “Me on the other hand.  I have to cling to others in order to survive.  Otherwise, I’m nothing.  Being recognized by the people around me has always been a failing of mine.  Caring too much of what people thought of me, and doing anything to maintain that image.”
> “I guess that’s why it was so hard to leave that life behind.  I thought if I left them I wouldn’t be the same person anymore.  Just a hollow shell with no purpose, but I know now that’s not true.”


> “I have people who love me for being me.”  She says as she turns to look at you.
> “And I’ve taken that for granted.”
> You decide to sit in the grass alongside her.  As she self reflects.
> “You remember that time when I was six, and I told you that I was going to be the fastest person in the world.  It seems so childish when I said it then, but who could blame me.  I was six.”
> “Now it’s time I started taking my dream seriously.  I will be an Olympic runner.  You’ll see, and when I win gold I’ll come back and tell you all about it.”
> “So don’t go anywhere.”  She says with a hint of sadness.
“And I’ll be back when I reach the major leagues.  Hopefully when I get drafted by the Cubs.”
> Because that was your dream.  Bring this city the long-awaited championship they had been waiting for all this time.
> “Think you can wait for us?”
…
“I think that means yes.”
> Dash doesn’t say anything.  Only continuing to stare blankly at the headstone.
“Let’s go Dash mom’s waiting for us.”
> “Yeah, okay just give me a sec.”
> You both stand there for a minute in utter silence before Dash says anything.
> “It’s a terrible day for rain.”
“Rain?  What are you talking about there’s no rain today.”
> “Yes, there is.”
> She says as a single tear stream falls down her left cheek.
“I guess there is.”


> The next day oddly enough brought actual rain.  What Dash had said yesterday really struck a chord with you.   Both of you had decided to double down on your workout regiments.  
> Because for once in your life you and Dash being together wasn’t enough to overcome your struggles.  If it hadn’t been for your mother who knows what could have happened.
> Speaking of Dash her birthday was coming up soon, and you were spending every moment of free time figuring out what you were going to get her.
> Sure she never did get you anything for your birthday, but she’s been slowly spending more time at home, and with you.  Which was all you ever really wanted.
> Not to mention it was also homecoming week for your school. Your sister would be spending most of her special day at school.  Once classes were over she would definitely want to attend the football game.  Then, who knows what she’ll do after that.
> So much to do and think about it was beginning to drive you crazy, but Dash had that innate effect on you.  Perhaps you could use some fresh air.
“Mom I’m going out for a while.”
> “Uh, Anon it’s raining out.”
“Yeah, I know.  Which means it’s the perfect time to clear my head.  Be back soon.”
> “Okay then.  While you’re out do mind stopping by the bread store?”
“Sure thing mom.”
> Putting on some warmer clothes you grab an umbrella and head out into the elements.
http://www.rainymood.com/
> Not many people enjoyed the rain as much as you did.  The sounds.  The smell.  There was nothing quite like it.  The soothing pitter-patter of rain was music to your ears.  Everything was so much quieter on days like these.  No shady figures hanging outside.  No commotion from traffic or citizenry.  It was perfect.
> Not to mention that the city was so much quieter when the weather decided to just shit on you.  The only phenomenon that seemed to quell all the chaos of day-to-day life.


> Walking in no particular direction you find a local park you wipe down the seat with the sleeve of your sweatshirt and take a seat.  Closing your eyes and going into an almost meditative-like state.
> Clearing your mind of all distractions.  That is until your stomach reminds you that it was that time of the day.
> Maybe now wasn’t the best time to go for a walk.  Remembering you still had to go to the bread store.  You find a local Panera Bread and decide to get a bowl of soup with your bread.
> Not exactly the cheapest option, but you felt like unwinding today.  If that cost you a couple extra dollars so be it.
> Not wanting to go home just yet you find a subway terminal and decide to take a ride downtown.
> Before you know it an hour goes by, and you’ve completely gotten yourself lost.  Thankfully, you had your phone with you; which has GPS.
(Dash’s personal ringtone)
> You suppose you’ve been out longer than you should have.
“Hey Dash what’s up?”
> “Where are you?”
“Nowhere.  Is something up?”
> “You’ve been out in the rain forever.  You’re going to catch a cold, you idiot.”
“It’s fine.  I’m wearing plenty of layers for that.  Are you out searching for me?”
> “Of course I am.  You know it’s not a smart idea to be out by yourself.”
> A small chuckle escapes you; which is clearly audible for your phone to pick up.
“What are you laughing about?”
> “It just hit me how weird this situation is.  I’ve always been the one chasing after you making sure you’re not in trouble.  Now our roles are reversed.”


“Huh, you’re right.  Well, where are you anyway?”
“Not sure actually.  Somewhere downtown.”
> “Oh my god really?  What the hell are you doing there!”
“Hey, now you know how I feel.”  Saying defensively.
> “Well, can you at least find a street sign or landmark that I can put into my GPS?”
“Yeah, one sec.”  You pull up your internet browser and plug in your GPS.  Turns out you were on the complete other side of the city.”
“Shit, I’m on the east side in Burnham.”
> “Christ it’s going to take me all day to get there.”
“Then why don’t you take the highway and meet me lakeside.  There’s bound to be less traffic there.”
> “Fine.  I’ll keep in touch.  Bye.”
“Bye.”
> Well, that was weird.  Having her worried about you like that.  Must be what it felt like to have a girlfriend.
> Yeah, if only she wasn’t your sister you’d totally ask her out.  Though she probably wouldn’t bother with a loser like you.  Who knows.
> When you finally reach the shoreline you notice a nearby park called Calumet Park and decide to wait there.  Sending a message Dash’s way you take a casual stroll along the beach.
> Sure would be nice if you could enjoy a little swim out here.  The beaches are usually so crowded when it’s nice you can’t really enjoy it, but it was so late in the season now that wasn’t an issue.
> The lake water averaged about sixty degrees this time of year.  Far too cold to swim anyway.
> As you take your leisurely constitutional a familiar car comes into view.
> “There you are.  Finally, get in.”
“Hey, sis, nice to see you.  Want to take a walk with me?”
> “What are you out of your mind it’s freezing out here.”
“Guess that’s a no then.”
> She was probably right though going home did sound like a good idea.
> “Would you get in already!”
“Yeah yeah, and Dash thanks.”


> As the week goes on the energy of the school continuously builds with every passing day.   It’s still Wednesday and people are only talking about the dance and the game.
> You had planned on going to the game, but only because of Dash.  Football was great and all, but you had never felt any deep connection with the school district.
> Was that because of the constant bullying, or perhaps the fact that you had to fight for everything you wanted, and still seemed to get nothing in return.  No recognition, friends, social status, anything.
> At every moment of your life this was true.  You’d think you would have been used to it by now, but no.  Some part deep inside you made you think that one of these times it would be different, and it never was.
> Then, there was the matter of the dance; which lord knows you weren’t going to.  Informal or not you didn’t have any friends to go with.  No point in going if no one else you like is going with you.
> Aside from Dash.  She was going, but you couldn’t just follow her around all night.  It was her best chance of making some new friends, and you didn’t want to jeopardize that.
> “Hey, Anon.”
“Oh sorry, Derpy I kind of zoned out there.”
> You had completely forgotten that she was there.  Being so wrapped up in your own thoughts.
> “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Sure what is it?”
> “Um well…  It’s not a big deal or anything but…  Do you want to go to the dance with me?”
> Every muscle in your body tenses up.
“You want to go to the dance with me?”
> “Of course.  I mean we’re friends aren’t we, and it sounds like it will be a lot of fun.”
> You were genuinely shocked.  In all the time you’ve known her Derpy has been rather reclusive and shy.  Sweet but timid.  Now it seems she’s finally growing out of her shell.
“Ah…ah…yeah.  Sure I’d love to.”
> She tries to hide her excitement, but it’s obvious that she’s ecstatic.


> “This is going to be great.”
“Yeah, hey do you mind if we ride with my sister and her friend?  I won’t have a car since she plans on going to.”
> “Sure that’s okay as long as we go together.”
“Great.”
> Well, that certainly surprised you.  Never did you imagine going to a school dance until today.  Once school was over you met up with Dash at the car.
> “So how was your day?”
“It was fine.  Oh, you’ll never guess what happened?”
> “What?”
“Derpy asked me to the dance.”
> “What!  No way!”
“Yeah, I know right!”
> “You accepted right?”
“Yeah, of course I did, she’s my best friend.”
> “Sounds like she wants to be more than friends to me.”
“What?  You’re crazy.  Derpy and I have known each other forever.”
> “A girl’s feelings are a complex animal, little bro.  Trust me when I say she’s interested.”
“How would you know so much about how women feel?  You get a lot of practice with Fluttershy?”
> “Oh, fucking shut up.  Can’t I say one heartfelt thing without you being an ass?”
“Nope.  Never.”
> “God damn it.  You really are my brother.”
> You don’t really say much to each other after that; which got you thinking.  Could she be right?  Is Derpy attracted to you, and if she is would you feel the same way?
> This was the first time you’ve ever had to contemplate this.  Derpy in love with you?
> What do you say to her?  Do you try to kiss her?  Suddenly, you were very worried about this coming Saturday.


> “What’s up Anon?”
“I can’t help but feel you might be right sis.  What if Derpy does love me?”
> “Then, you start dating.  That’s what getting a girlfriend is Anon.  It happens to all of us.”
“Even you?”
> She gives you a quick jab in the shoulder as she drives.
“Sorry.  This is serious, but you have to admit you set that one up for me.”
> “I don’t have to admit anything, so what are you really going to do?”
“I don’t know.  I really like the way our relationship is now, and I really don’t want to ruin it.”
“Well, the least you can do is give her a chance.  If you don’t feel the same way than so be it.”
> That’s what you’re afraid of.  For most of your life Derpy has been there.  Just like your sister.  You wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that relationship.
> Then, again this was all hypothetical.  If Derpy was really crushing on you.
> Guess you’ll find out soon enough.


> Before you know it Friday is here, and it’s Dash’s birthday.  You start the day by making Dash her favorite breakfast.  Pancakes with chicken strips.  Normally getting up this early would be murder on you, but doing it for Dash makes it bare able.
> The school day goes by like it normally does; until, the pep rally.  You attend the parade and wait around with your sister until the game starts.
> Not surprisingly your team wins, but what do you expect when you play a team that’s a division below you.
> You and Dash ride home, but your sister informs you that she has other plans.
“A party?  This late at night?”
> “Yeah, it’s the weekend so why not.  You’re welcome to come if you want to.”
“No, I better not.  I’ve got plans anyway.”
> “You?  Plans?  Like what jacking it all night?”
“No, of course not.”
> Though you had considered it.
“It’s a surprise.  Just promise me you won’t go drinking tonight.  You know that nothing good will come of it.”
> “Yeah yeah, I hear you.”
“Try not to have too much fun without me.”
> “Now 'that' I can’t promise.”
> You stand in the doorway as you watch her drive off.  What are you going to do with her?
> Now to put your plan into motion.


> Be Rainbow Dash

> And despite your best efforts found yourself a little tipsy after tonight’s endeavors.  Luckily, you convinced Fluttershy to come along with as your designated driver.  Just in case you couldn’t control your drinking.
> It’s a good thing you did; because lord knows you weren’t cut out for driving right now.
> After stumbling to the front door you eventually find your keys to let yourself in.  No way anyone was still up.  Better tread lightly.
> Upon opening the front door you notice the kitchen light still on.
> Well so much for that.
> However, you weren’t prepared for what was inside.
> At the dining table sat Anon.  Face on the table out cold with a birthday cake in front of him.
> Did…did he make this for you?
> You could tell just by looking at it that it was Red Velvet.  Your favorite.  Beside that sits a card on top of a small present.
> Right now you should feel happy, but you can’t shake this feeling of guilt and sadness.


> Even though you promised Anon not to drink you did it anyway.
> God you’re a lousy sister.  How many times do you have to screw up before you got it through your thick head that what you were doing was wrong!
> You take a seat across from him and open up the card first.  Inside was your standard birthday card.  With a crappy pun and everything, but at the bottom, Anon wrote something.  It reads...
~ “I know that we may not always get along and that I might hound you about drinking and your choice of friends.  But I only do that because I truly love you.  You’re the only thing in my life that’s worth fighting for, and I’m willing to fight to the very end for you; because, you are my everything.  The one, the only, Rainbow Dash.”
> You couldn’t stop the stream of tears running down your face even if you tried.  Even after all this.  He still supported you.
> “Why does the best brother in the world have to be paired up the world’s worst sister.  It’s not fair.”
> Slowly and quietly you unwrapped your present, and inside was a black tracksuit.  With a little rainbow symbol on the chest and hip.  Next to it sat a little note.
~ “Saw this and it made me think of you.”
> However in the box was another small box which contained a pair of headphones.  With the same symbol as the tracksuit.
> It was the perfect gift.
> “You idiot.  I didn’t even get you anything for your birthday, and yet you still did this for me?  You’re so hopeless, but then again so am I.”
> With the best care that you can muster you carry Anon under your arm to his room and place him on his bed.  You’re not even sure you’ll make it back to your room.
> Maybe you’ll just stay here for the night.  Crawling into bed with him all you can think of is his stupid grin.  The only thing you needed to drift away.


> Be Anon

> You had only meant to rest your eyes for a couple minutes, but apparently you were more tired then you thought.
> Your whole body was laying down.  Had you fallen on the floor?  No, it’s much too comfortable for that.
> As you open your eyes your gaze is met with a brilliant rainbow.
> Your vision was still in a haze, and the added sleepiness in your eyes wasn’t helping.  After blinking a few times you could vaguely make out what you were looking at.
> It was your sister.  She made it home after all.  That’s good, but where were you?
> It was at that moment that your nostrils are hit with two unique scents.  One was your own, and the second was alcohol.
> The sensation sends shockwaves through your brain.  Awakening the rest of your body.  Making you infinitely aware of your surroundings.  Leaning over you could see the time on your bedside clock.
8:30 a.m
> Damn body clock.  You probably only slept seven hours max.  Now you were too alert to go back to sleep.  Then, you look at your sister again and just smile.
> Maybe it wasn’t all bad.  I mean, who would complain if they woke up with an angel in their bed.  Not you that’s for sure.
> Even though the faint heat of booze lingered you were too caught up in her beauty to care.  The way her hair sparkled in the morning sun.  The sleek and firm tone of her body.  Her smooth and tender skin.  The softness of her lips.
> Suddenly you realized you weren’t the only one happy to see her like this.  Better slip out to take care of it before any devilish thoughts decide to take over.
> You were hungry as heck, but you had to send this soldier to the barracks before anything.  A shower should do the trick.


> Having no time to bathe last night the soothing water felt like heaven.  Making it just as easy to get lost in your own fantasies.
> Dash would more than likely be out for several more hours, and with her being in your room means that whatever steam you needed to blow off had to be done now.
> You finish up.  Shave your stubble, and make some eggs.
> Surprisingly mom was up already.  Since she didn’t have to work weekends she usually slept in until about noon.
“Morning.”
> “Morning sweetie.”
> “Don’t see you up this early very often.”
“Yeah well I woke up, and my body told me that I wasn’t getting any more sleep.”
> “Same here.”
> “Judging by the uneaten cake I would assume Dash didn’t come home last night.  Typical.”
“She did actually.  Just later then I could stay up for.”
> “It’s a shame you went through all that trouble making that cake just for it to go to waste.”
“I’m not throwing it out.”
> “What!?  But it’s dried up.”
“Mom it only sat out for a couple hours it isn’t going to kill me.”
> “Whatever you say dear, but don’t blame me when you get sick.”
> She’s crazy.  It’s Dash’s cake.  It may not be moist, but it’s still cake damn it.
> Wow, that sounded strangely sexual.


> As the afternoon rolls around you start getting ready for the dance.  Not exactly a whole lot of effort to put in for an informal dance but still.
> Fluttershy gets dropped off by her parents before you make the trip to Derpy’s house.
> When she opens the door your stunned by what you see.
> With only a dressy tank top and short skirt on Derpy looked incredibly cute.
> You could feel yourself staring and forced yourself to blink.
“Wo-wow.  You look great Derpy.  Ready to go?”
> “Sure am.”
> Maybe dating Derpy wouldn’t be so hard after all.
> By the time you get to the school the parking lot it nearly filled.
“Damn didn’t think this whole dance thing would be THIS popular.”
> “Of course you wouldn’t.  You never bothered living in the ‘real’ world.”  Dash mocks.
“Hey I resent that.  The ‘real’ world sucks ass, and both you and I know that.”
> “It’s not that bad.  Sure the city is; less than pleasant.  But elsewhere it’s really nice.”  Fluttershy remarks.
“Yeah and we live in the city.  More or less.  What does that have to do with people being self-righteous ass-wholes.”
> “Can we please not talk about this.  I really want to have fun this evening.”  Derpy pleads.
“You’re right sorry.”
> Before you go in a security team searches you for alcohol.  Not just you either.  Everyone that goes in, but you wouldn’t be surprised if someone smuggled in some cheap booze or something.
> High schoolers were just too predictable.  You wager that at least seven people will get kicked out before the end of the night, and that was you low balling.
> When you enter the gym the whole place was abuzz with lights and ear-splitting music.
> Rainbow Dash runs off with Fluttershy in tow.  Leaving you alone with Derpy.
> Great now what?
“You feel like dancing?”
> “Uhm, not yet.  It’s too early.  Mind if we head over to the food table.”
“Sure I’m fine with that.”



> Good start.  This should give you plenty of time to feel out the crowd.  However, you already could tell that you were getting some nasty looks.
> It’s okay.  Just lay low and blend in with the crowd.  Four or so hours will go by in a flash.  You hope.
> You didn’t really know anybody that you could talk to.  Well, anyone you WANTED to talk to.  
> “It’s funny.  I never in my wildest dreams imagined I’d ever come to one of these things, and yet here I am.”
“Same here.  I also never imagined you’d be the one asking me here.  I always thought that I’d be the one to ask you.”
“If you wanted to go that is.”  Quickly backtracking.
> “Yeah.  It surprised me too.  I practiced saying it for weeks, but each time it just didn’t sound right.”
“You sounded pretty sure of yourself a couple days ago.”
> “Thanks.”
> Just as you thought you could relax you notice a familiar group of faces making a B-line right for you.
> God why now?  Can’t you just get one day without having to put up with this?
> “Anon.  Fancy meeting you here.”  Said the cynical voice.
“Yeah.  I can hardly believe it either.”  You say with great discomfort.
> “You here with your girlfriend?”  He mutters with no direct ill intent, but with implied passive aggression.
“She’s just my friend, and I’m here with others too.”
> “Is that a fact; because it was my understanding that you two have been dating for some time now.”
“Well, I’m sorry to say those are just rumors.  Now as much as I’d like to shoot the shit with you, me, and my friend are going to dance together.”
> Quickly grabbing Derpy you meld with the crowd until you’re out of direct eyesight.
> “Anon are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah as long as we avoid talking to him again we’re golden.”
> Although part of you knows that’s not true.
> Tonight might end horribly no matter what you do.


> The most popular guy in school.  Captain of the football and baseball teams.  Your rival.  Mitch.  The most pretentious and self-centered motherfucker you know.
> Ever since little league you’ve had to deal with his oppression and bullying.  Because, if you weren’t with him you were against him, and you were the only one not willing to play his game.
> Making your already hard life even more difficult.
> For the first hour things go smoothly.  You dance for a little bit and meet up with Dash to find that she’s already made a new friend.  Just from the look of her, you could tell she was tough.  Strong with a rather dry personality, but who are you to judge.
> For the most part, you just try to stay with Derpy and enjoy yourself.  Doing your best to ignore the people obviously talking behind your back.
> You were doing fine, but you weren’t so sure about Derpy.
“Is something bothering you?”
> “I’m fine it’s nothing.”
“Worried about what other people are saying?”
> “Kind of.”
“Well I’m not sure what to tell you there; because, I doubt my method of dealing with it will work for you.”
> “What’s your method?”
“Not caring.”
> “Not caring?  How can you not care?”
“Because I hate all of them.  They all believe that they are the center of the universe and that everything revolves around them.  When it couldn’be further from the truth.”
“Only being concerned with their social status; which is influenced by completely trivial issues.  Such as family status and fashion.”
“They’re in for a rude awakening when they enter the real world.  When they hold no power and are left with nothing to fall back.”
> “You’re right I can’t do that.  Because I like everybody.”
“Yeah.  I know.”


> It’s amazing how sweet and innocent she was.  Even having grown up with so few friends, and being harassed about the way she looks.
> You were like polar opposites when it came to dealing with other people, yet somehow you were best friends.
~ “Okay boys and girls were going to take a moment to slow things down for you, and let our more intimate couples have some time together.”
> Oh great slow dancing.  You knew it was coming but you had no idea what you were going to say to Derpy when the time came.
> She was fidgeting a little bit.  Probably too afraid to ask.  Maybe you should take the lead this time.  You were a man after all, and it was clear as of tonight that she liked you.
“Say Derpy w-would you-”
> “I have to go to the restroom real quick.”
> Before you could say anything else she was gone.  Faster than you’d ever seen her move before.
“Ah.  Sure.”
> Now what?  Were you supposed to go after her?  She might need some time to collect herself.  Maybe you should ask Dash.  She might have a better idea.
> Spotting her over by the snack bar you make a slow approach so she doesn’t notice you.  Creeping up on her and hugging her from behind.  Causing her to jump a little bit.
“Hey there beautiful.”
> “A-anon.  Get off you’re embarrassing me.”
“What’s the deal?  Why isn’t Fluttershy with you?”
> “She ran off to the bathroom when they announced the slow dancing.  What about you?  Why aren’t you and Derpy dancing?”
“Same deal as Fluttershy.  I thought about going after her, but decided to give her some space.”
> “Oh, okay.”


> A long awkward silence follows.  You’re not really sure what to say next.  When an idea comes to mind.
“Say you’ve never slow danced before right?”
> “Yeah, what’s your point?”
“D you.  Maybe want to try with me?”
> God it sounded even weirder when you said it aloud.  You’re her brother there’s no way she’d say yes, so why did you ask?
> “Sure let’s do it.”
>…
> Wait. what?
“Really?”
> “Yeah.  I mean it’s not really my thing, but it’s okay if I do it with you.”
> The way she says that warms your heart.  She really did care about you.
“Then, may I?”
> You ask as you present your hand to her.  Taking it without a moment's hesitation.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izGwDsrQ1eQ
> You and your sister sway your hips steadily to the beat as you hold each other's hands.  As the music goes on you simply look into her magnificent magenta eyes and smile.
> Her beautiful smile.  Those long seductive lashes.  The curves of her hair complimenting her face.  You couldn’t help but stare.  Truly, she was a creation of God.
> “Anon you still in there?  The song is over.”
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
> Even in the limited lighting of the gymnasium you could see her cheeks grow slightly redder.
> “Anon, come on.  Not in public.”
“I can’t help it.  Being alongside an angel like you.”
> “Come on slick save some compliments for Derpy.”
> Derpy.
> Wait, where was Derpy?  She should have come back by now.


“Shouldn’t those two be back by now?”
> “Maybe.  Want to go look for them?”
“Yeah.  I’d love to spend all night dancing with you, but I did come here to find out Derpy’s feelings.”
> “And?  What do you think?”
“I think you’re right.  She does like me.”
> “See I told you girls intuition.”
“Yeah.”
> “You don’t sound happy.  You at least need to give her a chance.”
“I know I know.  I’m just scared is all.  That we might ruin our relationship if it doesn’t work out.”
> “Anon listen.”
> You both stop to look at each other.
> “Both you and Derpy are way too understanding to let one or two bad experiences tear you apart.  How about this.  If you ever need any advice you just come and tell your big sister what’s up.”
> That booming self-confidence always put a smile on your face.  It reminded you that there was a winner inside of Dash.  No matter what happened.
“Never thought I’d need life counseling.  From my sister of all people.”
> Dash checks the closest bathroom but doesn’t find them.  The two of you walk up and down the hallways but don’t see heads or tails of Derpy or Fluttershy.
“Dash over here.”
> Someone calls out to your sister.
“Oh hey, Applejack.  You wouldn’t happen to have seen Fluttershy would you?”
“Yeah, actually she’s outside talking to some other girl.”
“Good they’re together.  I’ll go check on them.”
> “Okay.”
> You runoff before Dash’s friend can get one word in edgewise; which may seem rude.  However, you feel Derpy has been waiting long enough for you.
> “You know that guy Dash?”
> “Yeah, he’s my younger brother.  Don’t mind him he’s just looking for his girlfriend.”


> It didn’t take you long to find the girls in question.  They seemed to be enjoying each others company standing against a wall.
“There you two are.  We’ve been looking for you.”
> “Oh, I’m sorry we didn’t mean to worry you,”  Fluttershy exclaims.
“It’s no problem Fluttershy.  I was just curious as to why you two hadn’t come back yet.”
> “We were just talking about…stuff.”  Derpy mumbles.
> This is a first.  Usual Derpy isn’t one to keep secrets from you.
“I’m pretty sure the slow dancing is over.  Shall we go back?”
> “Sure.”
> The dance goes on deep into the night, and when another slow dance segment comes along you were ready.
“Say Derpy care to dance with me?”
> “Wha!?  Ah-a I…”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to.  I just figured.  We’ve spent all this time together.  That maybe we could be something more than friends.”
> “Anon are you saying?”
“I am.  Would you want to be my girlfriend?”
> A mixture of sadness and extreme joy wash over Derpy.  Tears fill her eyes, but her smile shows that she’s happy.
“I’d love to.”
“Then, may I have this dance?”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EU4UTDrSwQc
> Derpy certainly wasn’t the most coordinated person.  Especially when it came to dancing, but you made it work.  Besides, what really mattered was that you were together.  In this moment.  Hand in hand, and heart to heart.


> In the end, you enjoyed yourself.  You had expected some catastrophe, or some other unimaginable mishap to ruin your evening.  Thankfully the only upsetting moment was when they announced Mitch as the Homecoming King.
> You didn’t care who won either the king or queen.  Unless, Dash somehow managed to sneak her way past all the other candidates, but it was not to be.
> Some bitch named Rarity if you heard correctly ended up winning.  Once again the true winners lose out due to lack of popularity.
> Can’t say you were surprised.  Dash ended up making a few friends at the dance like she planned, and you finally got the courage to ask out Derpy.
> All things considered it was a pretty good night.
> When you returned home you were a grimy mess.  Better take a shower before bed.
> “Race you to the shower.”
“Come on Dash not again.”  You say running speed after her.
> There was no way you could outrun a sprinter like her, but thankfully you didn’t have to.  Going too fast to turn the corner properly you bump her out of the way as she makes her turn and slip inside just ahead of her.
“Looks like I win this time.”
> “No fair.”
“It’s totally fair.  Besides you would just use up all the hot water anyway.”
> With that settled you take a quick rinse.  When you finish up you notice that Dash was brushing her teeth inside.  So you grab a towel and wrap it around yourself before stepping out.
“Couldn’t even bother to throw my down my laundry for me could you sis.”
> “Hey, do your own dang laundry.”  She says while blushing.
“I do, and I do yours too.  I just thought you’d want to repay my kindness.”
> “As if.”


“Is this the kind of help I can expect when I ask about Derpy?”
> She spits before answering.
> “There’s only so much I can help you with bro.  Some things you have to discover for yourself.”
“Like sex?”
> In the corner of your eye you see Dash flinch.
> “Well of course idiot.  I’m not going to teach you THAT!”
“Well I just figured that you were-”
> “What!”
“Ahh…”
> Crap what do you say now.  You’re treading down a dangerous path.
“That you were more knowledgeable than me?”
> “And why do you think that?”
“I don’t know just the fact that you’re older; maybe, or… You know what never mind.  Goodnight.”
> Okay maybe you should lay back on the friendly banter a little bit.  Messing with Dash at was fun, but you both tend to take it too far.
> You just couldn’t help it though.  The two of you always messed around with each other, and you'd both secretly love it.


> Be Rainbow Dash

> Gosh Anon is so stupid.  Saying all that absurd crap.  Part of you liked it, but that didn't make him any less of an ass.
> Like when you were dancing.  The way he talked to you.  The way he looked at you.  It was so embarrassing.  Then, why did it make your heart flutter?
> He’s your brother, yet he acted like you were his lover.  If he wasn’t careful people would start saying things.
> Would that be so bad though?
> Of course, it would!  You already have a hard enough time with people harassing you.  The last thing you needed to do was make the problem worse.
> You need yourself a new boyfriend.  That should get your mind off of things.


> Be Anon

> Sunday morning.  If you were a churchgoer you’d be hating your life right now, but since your mom doesn’t give two fucks about that you were curled up in a warm ball in bed.
> Having these free days sure was nice since you didn’t have work or practice anymore.  You should still be working out with Dash, but taking today off wouldn’t kill you.
> The question was now what were you going to do today?
> Well since Derpy was your girlfriend now you should probably spend the day with her.  Maybe go see a movie.  Sending her a text you get up and start making yourself breakfast.
> With the usual four scrambled eggs, a slice of toast, banana, and a glass of milk.
> By the time you’re done eating Derpy has messaged you back.
> ~ Sure.  I’d love to.
~ Great pick you up at noon.
> With that out of the way you were now left with the rest of your morning free.
> Or so you’d like to think.  Unfortunately, there’s been some homework that you’ve been neglecting, and it wasn’t going to do itself.
> By the time noon rolls around Dash gets back from the gym.  Just in time for you to get going.
> Upon picking Derpy up from her house you decide to grab a quick bite to eat before seeing the movie.
> You both opt for Taco Bell.  Only exchanging a few pleasantries all the while.
> It was so different now having to treat Derpy like a lady instead of a friend.  Times, where you could normally crack jokes now, seemed inappropriate.
> You should just be you.  You kept telling yourself.  However, something in your head always held you back.


> When you get to the movies Derpy and you decide to on a romantic comedy.  You don’t remember the name of it.  Hell, all these types of movies were pretty much the same.
> Guy likes girl.  Girl likes the guy.  Don’t know how to talk to each other.  Hijinx ensues.  End up falling in love.  Same recycled crap.
> You try watching the movie with at least some semblance of interest if you thought you could learn anything from it.
> But the scenarios are too perfect.  Plus, in reality, romance was a much lengthier process.  Not something that happens over a couple of weeks.
> When the last act comes around you know that they were going to kiss.  You also knew that you should probably kiss Derpy.
> You could feel your heart race, as your hands shuttered with nervousness.  Causing you to sweat with anticipation.
> You do the ‘not so subtle’ yawn and reach around.  Grabbing Derpy’s shoulder.  She jumps a little before looking at you with uncertainty.
> You give a reassuring smile; which seems to calm her down.
> You can feel the tension mounting as your heart continues thumping against your chest.  You could feel your mouth getting dry, so you take a quick swig of your soda.
> The time was drawing near, and it seemed Derpy was trying her best to keep her attention on the movie.
> Maybe you should try this another time.  If you force this it may get awkward.
> But if not now when?  Now seemed like the perfect time.
> You give her a little nudge that seems to break her out of her hypnosis.
> Now she’s looking at you.  Oh god, she’s looking at you.  SAY SOMETHING!
“I’m really glad that I decided to come with you today.”
> “Me too.”
> Come on reel it in now.
“I feel like I should give you my thanks.”
> The time is now.  You have to make your move.
> Steadily you bring her head closer to yours as your lips are mere inches away.


> Then, it was over.
> After the movie neither you or Derpy said anything to each other.  Even as you drove home no words were exchanged.  Only a friendly ‘see you at school tomorrow’ when you dropped her off.
> God how could you have messed it up this bad?  You felt like bashing your head against the steering wheel until the airbag went off.
> It was just a kiss.  How could it have been that bad?  It’s not like you threw up in her mouth or anything.
> You continue to ride this depression train all the way home, and when you get there all you want to do is crawl in a hole and die.
> “You’re back.  How did the date go?”  Dash asks.
“You know it was okay.  Nothing really happened.  Where’s mom at?”
> “She’s out shopping.  Come on tell me more.”
“I’d rather not.”
> With that you make a b-line for your room and close the door behind you.  Plopping down on your bed with a thud.
(knock) (knock) (knock)
> “I’m coming in, so make yourself decent.”
> She casually walks in and just looks at you with disappointment.
> “What the hell is this!?  There’s no way ‘nothing’ happened if you're acting like this.”
> It was pretty obvious.  So much so that even your sister could pick up on your bad vibes.
“I don’t want to talk about it?”
> “Come on little bro.  I promised I’d help you if I could so it’s now or never.”
> You sigh.  Reluctantly you pick yourself up and sit on the edge of your bed.  Where Dash takes a seat next to you.
“We just grabbed a bite to eat before we saw a movie.”
> “What movie was it?”
“I don’t know.  It was Love something or other.”
> “Gee that helps a lot.  Did you at least make-out?”


> You really didn’t want to answer that but knew that you had to.
“Yeah.”
> “Way to go Anon!  You finally made it to first base.”
> She pats you on the back, but it didn’t make you feel any better.
“But we didn’t say anything to each other after that.”
> That’s when she finally stops.
> “What do you mean you didn’t say anything to each other?”
“I mean that was it.  After that we didn’t say ‘I love you’ or ‘you’re such a great kisser’ just awkward silence.”
> The tension hangs in the room after that.  Before Dash finally speaks up.
> “Was it really that bad?”
“I don’t know Dash I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
> At this point you were getting frustrated.  You had run this scenario in your head at least a hundred times already.  Now sharing it with your sister was only stressing you out more.
“I couldn’t say anything to her.  Not even an apology or even thanks for spending the day with me.”
> “Maybe it’s not you.”
“How can it not be me?  Derpy didn’t even seem to want to kiss me, but she’s the one who fell for me.  How am I supposed to take that?”
> This wasn’t helping.  You should have known Dash wasn’t the romantic expert that she claimed to be.  Just because she’s had boyfriends in the past doesn’t make her a matchmaking guru.
> “Anon it’s clear that you’re upset about this, and if it’s really your fault like you think it is I may have a solution."
“Yeah, what is it?”
> “You should kiss me instead.”
>………
“What!?”


> “Hear me out.  It’s totally not what you’re thinking.”
> It better be.  Cause she was implying a lot.
> “I think you should show me how you kissed Derpy.  Then, I’d be able to tell you whether or not she’s embarrassed about kissing you.”
> You guess that makes sense, but still.  Romantically kissing your sister?  Sure you loved her, but not that much.
“I don’t think we should.”
> “Oh come on you’re making a bigger deal out of this then it really is.  It’s just practice, so you can get better at doing it with someone you love.”
> You could practically hear the Bump and Grind lyrics in the background.
“Okay, but we can’t tell mom.”
> “Well duh.  She wouldn’t understand.”
> Heck you barely understand.
> Both of you sit back down on your bed.  As you repeat exactly what happened between you and Derpy.  Holding your arm around her neck slowly bringing her lips closer to yours.
> Before finally you kiss her.
> Exactly as you remember kissing Derpy.
> It was long and soft.  Nothing fancy just a genuine ‘I love you’ type of kiss.
> As you part lips Dash just gives you a look.
> “Well that was lousy.”
“Well excuse me.  I’m not going to be tongue raping her on the first date.”
> “It’s not about being aggressive Anon it’s more about passion.  Here, do it like this.
> This time Dash wraps her arm around you before bringing you in for a kiss of her own.
> This one, however, was much different.
> The way she toyed with your mouth.  Only using the tip of her tongue to entice you.  Leaving you wanting more.  Even though she was your sister.


> After what seemed like an eternity you finally break the kiss.  Both of you were panting slightly from the duration.  That was both physically and mentally one of the most intense things you’ve ever experienced.
“Wow.”
> “See now that’s how you kiss someone.”
“Just wow.”
> “Ah yeah.  You going to be alright there bro?”
> You didn’t even hear her.  You were in too much of a daze.  Part of you should be disgusted for what you just did.  However, that part of your brain wasn’t registering anything right now.
> All you could think of now was how horny you were.
> “Anon yoo-hoo earth to Anon.”
“Just…just give me a minute, or two.”
> “Okay, whatever you say.”
> Dash leaves the room; which you quickly lock behind her.
> Some time alone to rub one out is exactly what you need right now.
> Not wasting any time you run back to your bed you begin undoing your pants.  Now, where was your rag?  On the bed, no.  Underneath it, no.  Did you throw the last one down without replacing it?
> Hell you’ll just go without it today.

> Be Rainbow Dash

> Anon sure seemed to enjoy himself with that kiss.  Maybe a little too much.  You could hear him lock the door behind you.  Meaning he was probably going to fap now.
> Then again, you were the one who provoked him.  Guess it was you this time who went too far.
> Still you don’t regret it.  You can’t help being such a great kisser.
> You wonder what he’ll use when he realizes he doesn’t have his little wash rag to clean up after himself.


> Be Anon

> Life was pretty good right now.  It’s Friday.  School’s out, and you were feeling a thousand times better than you were last Saturday.
> Your first make-out session with Derpy after your date really surprised her; in a good way.  She seemed to be a lot more receptive to you now.  Like back before you were dating, and it was all thanks to Dash.
> Although you’d still tussle with the delinquents after school you weren’t complaining.  Even though they were a constant nuisance you’ve grown accustomed to them.
> You’ll take your lumps if it means your friends and family don’t have to deal with them.
> Right now you were just whistling the day away as you and Dash waited in line at the movies.
> She complained to her friends about seeing this movie, but no one wanted to go with her.  Which is a first in Dash’s case.  Usually, you were the one without friends to do stuff with, so you took pity on her and decided to go see it with her.
> Besides you wanted to see this movie too.  You didn’t see it with Derpy because you were pretty sure she wouldn’t be interested.  Even if it did have Tom Hiddleston.
> It was called Crimson Peak.
> From what you could tell it was a couple who lived in a haunted house together or something like that.  Since you and Dash were crazy about supernatural stuff it was right up your alley.
> As you pay for your tickets your hit with a surprise.
~ “Thank you.  Enjoy your date.”
> No amount of willpower you had was going to keep you from snickering about that.  The cashier last time didn’t say anything like that when you were with Derpy, but you could tell Dash didn’t find it as funny as you did.
“Come on sis lighten up.  It’s not the worst thing in the world people think we're dating.”
> She doesn’t say anything.  Too flustered or embarrassed to give you a retort.


“If it makes you feel any better we could make-out again.”
> That comment earns you a hard jab in the shoulder.  Definitely strong enough to leave a bruise.
“Ouch.  Hey, easy.  You going to be okay?”
> “Yeah.  I’m fine.”
> It may seem like your typical brother-sister pestering, but you could tell something was on her mind.  For as close as you were you’d come to identify little hints in your sister’s mannerisms that hinted at a bigger issue.
“Okay.  Well, I’m here if you want to talk.”
> It’s not like her to mope around.  She’s always got something to brag about.  Whether it be her track records, popularity, or sometimes you.  There was always something to keep her spirits high.
> It was past the halfway point in the movie, and you could tell she wasn’t into it, so you reach out and hold her hand.
“Dash you should be eating this up.  I mean they just showed Tim Hiddleston’s ass for crying out loud.”
> “I know.  I’m just disappointed that the ghost thing wasn’t used more in the story.”
“Yeah, and what’s the real reason.”
> She doesn’t say anything for a while.  Completely unresponsive in the dimly lit theater.
> “Anon I’ve been helping you out with your relationship with Derpy.  Do you think you could maybe help me find a guy to hook up with.”
> That was certainly unexpected.  Dash always seemed to brag to you about how she was a total stud magnet.  Seemingly dating a different guy every month.
“That’s what’s been bugging you?”
> She doesn’t say anything, and from the looks of it, she was on the verge of tears.
“Hey hey come on cheer up.  I’ll find you some guy on the baseball team how about that?”
> “You sure?”
“Of course there’s at least two or three guys I could introduce to you.  You don’t mind them being younger than you do you?”
> “No.  I guess not.”


“Then I’ll introduce you on Monday.”
> “Deal.”
“Until then.  Do you maybe wanna pretend like I’m your boyfriend?”
> After what’s happened so far today you couldn’t believe you were asking her this, but it seemed like a good way to cheer her up.
> She merely responds by wrapping herself around your arm and laying her head on your shoulder.
> You’ll take that as a yes.
> As the movie comes to a head it is revealed that Tom Hiddleston’s character was having an incestuous relationship with his older sister.
> You suspected halfway through the movie that might have been the case, but you were surprised that the writers put that aspect in there.  Well done.
> That segment while awkward while watching with your sister didn’t last long.  Ending with both siblings being killed and the female protagonist going home.
> Not exactly how you wanted it to turn out, but it was a decent movie nonetheless.
> Like Dash said earlier they could have used the ghost element so much more in this movie.
> Even as you shuffle out Dash refused to let go of you.  It was nice to see this more sensitive side of her.  She rarely showed it even to you.
“Did I mention how cute you are when you’re like this.”
> “Mmm, no.  But if you tell anyone I’ll kill you.”
“You have my word I won’t tell a soul.  [spoiler] Dashie.” [/spoiler]
> You flexed your muscles for an impending elbow to the ribs, but it never came.
> “W-what did you call me?”
"Ah…Dashie.  Did you not like that?”
> “No I…actually like it a lot.”
“Then it’s settled then from now you’ll be my little Dashie.”
> That time the inevitable pain comes.  In the form of a fist right to the chest.
> “Dork.”


> Dash didn’t really hit off with the guys you introduced her to.  Half of it may have been the fact that Dash is a superstar by your school’s standards.   The other half may have been your overbearing ‘you touch my sister and I’ll kill you’ vibe.
> You couldn’t help it though.  The thought of some snot-nosed freshman getting comfy with your sister absolutely appalled you.
> Sure from what you knew they were nice guys, but you’ve only known them for a couple of months.
> So your attempts at cheering your sister up failed.  Dash, however, had plans to spend Halloween with some new friends.
> You asked her what her plans were, but even she didn’t know.  Which got you thinking.
> Dinner had just wrapped up and Dash’s friends were supposed to meet her here any minute.  While you and Mom stayed at home to pass out candy to all the little boys and girls.
> You kind of felt bad for not going out with Derpy to some party.  She mentioned something about dressing up with you, but it didn’t appeal to you.
> The doorbell rings and Dash answers the door.  Then, you here footsteps inside meaning it must be her friends.
> Walking out of the kitchen you immediately recognize Fluttershy and the one blonde girl from the dance.  The only one you don’t know is the pink one.
> “Oooh, I can’t wait.  This is going to be so much fun.”  The pink one exclaims.
> “H-hi Anon.”  Says Fluttershy.  Seemingly the only one to notice you.
“Hey Fluttershy.”
> “I sure hope it’s all that you’re making it out to be Pinkie.  I don’t want to leave Big Mac back at home to do all the scaring for nothin.”
> “Don’t worry.  I nearly pissed myself last year I was so scared.”
> “T-that sounds scary to me.”  Fluttershy remarks.
> “Don’t worry Fluttershy.  I’ll be there, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.”  Dash boasts.


> “Hey there.  Are you Dash’s boyfriend?  I love your guy’s matching hair.”
> Again with the mistaken identity.  Maybe you should start walking around with a name tag or at least dye your hair.
“No no I’m her younger brother nice to meet you.”  You say while reaching your hand out.
> “Nice to meet ya!  My name’s Pinkie Pie, but you can call me Pinkie for short.”
“Okay.  Well, I’m Anon nice to meet you.”
> What was once a cheery and bubbly teenage girl suddenly became very tense and distant.
> You’re not sure what happened, but you extend your hand to the other one which she takes with some minor resignation.
> “Applejack.”
“Nice to meet the two of you.  Are these all your new friends' sis?”
> “No, we still got two more before we go.  We’re going to hit that haunted house a block over before coming back here.”
> Haunted.  Of course, why didn’t you think of it before.
“You know that reminds me you could take them to that place we’ve been talking about.”
> “What place?”
“You don’t remember?  It’s all I ever talk about when we watch Ghost Adventures.”
> “What’s that Anon?”  Fluttershy asks.
“The Queen of Heaven Mausoleum.”
> “Oh that!  Yeah, I don’t think the others would be super into that.”
“Why not?”
> “Hold on Mausoleum.  What the hay is that?”  Applejack asks.
> “It’s a graveyard slash church, and supposedly it’s haunted.”  Dash says.
> “Wait like actually haunted by ghosts!”  Pinkie screams.”
“That’s what I’ve heard, and I’ve been trying to convince Dash here to go with me for some time now.”
> “Don’t be ridiculous Pinkie everyone knows there’s no such things as ghosts.”
> Both you and Dash just look at each other and give each other one of your secret sibling signals to each other.


> Yeah, you’d definitely were going to have to make a believer out of her.
> The doorbell rings and Pinkie rushes to the door before you can even react.
> “Awesome you guys made it!  Come on in.”
> Pinkie lets in two more girls.  One with nearly translucent skin, but voluptuousness curves.  The other being…
“Twilight?”
> “Oh Anon.  I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“Ah yeah, I live here.”
> “Someone you know darling?”
> “Yeah.  Anon tried out for the Robotics club.”
“Yeah.  Man, I didn’t expect one of Dash’s new friends to be you.”
> Quickly trying to avoid certain circumstances that prevented you from joining said clue.
“Well since Twilight already knows me I’ll introduce myself to you.  Anon.”
> “Rarity.  Charmed I’m sure.”
> Rarity, Rarity.  Why does that name sound so familiar.
> “Anon here was just telling us about a REAL haunted location we could go to.”  Pinkie jumps in.
> “Come now darling ghosts are just fairy tales.  There’s no such thing as life after death.”
> You didn’t even have to look at Dash to know that she fell under the same category as Applejack.
> “Besides we’ve already decided to try that place just down the way correct?”  Rarity adds.
>“Yeah, but we can go there afterward right?”
> “Actually it’s not exactly close.”  Dash interjects.
> “It’s about a forty-five-minute drive there from here, so unless you guys REALLY want to go I don’t think it will be worth the trip.”
> “Oh well maybe next time.”  Fluttershy says with a sigh of relief.


> “I agree plus coming back here and watching scary movies sounds much more enticing.”  Rarity adds.
> “Guess we better hit the road then.  Applejack says.
“Have a good time girls.”
> A few replies with thanks while the others seem to ignore you.  Leaving you and your mom alone to deal with the impending storm to come.

> Be Rainbow Dash

> What was it with everyone assuming Anon was your boyfriend?  Sure you hung out a lot, but the rainbow hair should be a dead give away that you’re related.
> “So Dash you never mentioned Anon was your brother.”
> Hearing your name breaks you out of your self induced trance.
> “Well you guys never asked.  Besides, I thought everyone knew.”
> “Yeah he wasn’t anything like I heard about him.  They say he’s part of a local gang who fights people for money.”  Pinkie exclaims.
> “And I heard that he fights other students.  Kicking them around for mere sport.”  Rarity includes.
> “You can’t believe everything you guys hear.  Anon only fights because he has to.”
> “I’m not sure I’m buying that.”  Mutters Applejack.
> “Trust me I know my brother.  He’s the nicest guy I know, and we’ve been together forever.”
> “I’ve known Anon a long time too, and he’s never once been mean to me.”  Fluttershy adds.
> “Then, perhaps we should get to know him better.  What do you think Twilight?  You’ve been awfully quiet.”  Says Rarity.
> “Y-yeah I’d love to.  I mean that sounds like a great idea.”
> “Come now darling I’ve seen the way you look at him you like him don’t you?”
> “No no that’s not it.  It was just awkward seeing him after the last time we met.”
> “Don’t be so modest dear.  I'm essentially cupid when it comes to love.”
> “Hate to burst your bubble Rarity, but Anon’s got a girlfriend.  And he’s not the type of guy who would go cheating on her either.”
> “Not that I don’t mind y’all talking about guys, but we’re here.”  Applejack says bluntly.


> Be Anon

> Things were pretty hectic this year.  Usually, you expect about two hundred trick-or-treaters every Halloween, but at least half of them must have shown up within the first hour.
> If this pace keeps up you’re going to run out of candy to hand out.  Mom always underestimates the number of kids that come around each year.  Plus, she doesn’t think about you and Dash wanting to chow down on them later.
> You tell her that you’re going to make a quick run to the local supermarket.  Deciding to take your bike to avoid traffic.  On any other night that would have been considered suicide, but with the graces of Halloween, you feel safe.
> Making a quick get-in get-out run.  Grabbing enough to last you the night.  Plus, a small bag for both you and Dash of your favorite candies.
> The night goes on with the usual crowd.  Admiring all the little kids and their cute costumes.  When Dash and her friends finally come back.
> “We’re back.”  Dash yells.”
“How was it?”
> “It was pretty good.  I still prefer the real thing, but you know.”
“Most women do.”
> “Oh my god shut up Anon.”
> Maybe not the best time to make funny in front of Dash’s friends, but she set you up for that one.
> “Bring on the scary movie!”  Pinkie screams.
“You guys want some popcorn and snacks?  I’ll go make some if you all watch the door.”
> “That’s mighty nice of you Anon.  We’d appreciate that.”
“One MONSTROUS meal coming up.”  You say in your fake spooky voice.


> You get a few giggles from that last one.  Hopefully making up for your earlier faux pas.
> “Is he always like this?”  Applejack asks.
> “Yeah that’s my brother for you.  Too nice for his own good.”
> “It seems like he’s especially chummy with you Dash.”  Pinkie blurts out.
> “Well you know how brothers are.  Always doing stuff to get on your nerves.  Then turning around and getting you awesome gifts that you don’t deserve.”
> “Yeah that sounds like a brother alright.”  Twilight says.
> “He even made me a cake for my birthday.  On top of getting me some awesome track gear.”
> “Wow that sure is nice.  You must spoil him as much as he spoils you huh.”  Says Applejack.
> “Y-yeah.  Of course, I do.”
“I’m back.  You girls decide on a movie yet?”
> “No.”  Everyone says in unison.
“Well, I'll get everyone some drinks.  You should pop in Young Frankenstein.  Dash knows where it is.”
> “Anon that’s not scary.”
“Yeah, but I know everyone here will love it.”
> “Young Frankenstein?  And it’s not a scary movie?”  Fluttershy asks.
> “No, but it’s Halloween we should watch something scary.”
> “No one said we couldn’t watch more than one movie.  Why don’t we start with that one and watch something scary afterward.”  Twilight interjects.
> “Sounds good to me.”  Applejack adds.
> “I second that notion.”  Rarity says.
> “Fine we’ll do it Anon’s way.”
“Great.  You girls will love this.  I guarantee it.”


> “Wait we need one more thing before we start.”  Dash interjects.
> She runs past you into the kitchen bringing back several six-packs of glass bottles.
“Sis I thought I told you to give up on drinking.”
> “Relax Anon it’s just hard cider.  Nothing that strong”
“That doesn’t exactly make me feel any better.”
> “Lighten up sugercube.  We’re all here to have a good time aren’t we.”  Applejack adds.
> Part of you wanted to fight her on this but knew that it would be a futile effort on your part.
> With everything in place you, Twilight, and Dash take spots on the couch.  Rarity claims the recliner; while Applejack, Fluttershy, and Pinkie take comfort on the floor.
> Both you and Dash had watched this movie at least half a dozen times, but it's still a favorite.  Heck, both of you could essentially act out every scene.
> Not even fifteen minutes into the movie and all the snacks you had prepared were gone.  Letting everyone settle in.
> Pinkie lays about a foot away from the screen.  Laughing harder than everyone at every joke.
> Applejack and Fluttershy prop their backs up against the couch as Twilight sits criss-cross on the opposite side of you and Dash.
> Allowing both you to stretch out a bit.  Putting your arms around her stomach you hold her close.  She takes advantage of this and really sinks into you.  Using you as her personal body pillow.
> The situation made you realize that the last you two hung out like this was when you rewatched Ghost Busters.
> Amazing how much things had changed in these past couple months.
> You had both been arrested.  Grandma Blitz passed away.  You were dating Derpy now.  And Dash.
> She was finally taking steps to better her life.  Renouncing her former friends and stepping out of the shadow left behind by your father.
> It was almost enough to bring a tear to your eye.  Another round of laughter brings you back to reality.  You must have spasmed pretty hard because Dash looks back at you.


> “Anon can you loosen up?  You’re too tense.”
> You’d make a sex joke, but your sister literally has her butt firmly pressed up against your hips.
“Maybe you’re the one who needs to loosen up.”
> “What are y-”
> Before she wises up to you launch a surprise attack.
> Quickly wrapping your whole body around her and tickling her stomach.  Her one weakness.
> Caught off guard by the sudden onslaught she explodes into hysterical laughter.
> “A-a-anon s-s-stop.   Hehehehahahaha.  I’m gonna pee.”
> Choosing to spare your sister the humiliation of wetting herself in front of all her new friends you let her go.
> Watching as she goes limp in your arms.  Desperately trying to catch her breath.
> “I hate you.  You ass.”
“Bitch you love me.”
> “Yeah maybe I do, but can you let go of me I seriously have to use the bathroom.”
“Sure.”
> As she wanders off you each exchange a slew of verbal gestures.  That to anyone else would have looked silly; because it was.
> In those few seconds, you had each exchanged enough promises and death threats to kill a small nation.
> “What was that all about?”  Pinkie asks.
“I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
> Twilight shares a giggle with you.  Having had similar encounters with her brother no doubt.
> When she returns she assumes her previous position.  Finishing the movie without further incident.
> “That was great.”  Twilight states.
> “I concur we simply must do this more often.”  Rarity adds.
“Care to stay for another one?  We’ve got the entire Saw series.”


> “I would, but we’ve got school tomorrow and I don’t want to stay up too late.”  Twilight says.
> “Sadly I must agree.”  Rarity adds.
“Well you ladies come back any time.  We’d love to have you again.”
> “It was nice meeting you Anon.  You should come to one of my parties soon.  It’ll be a blast.”  Pinkie remarks.
“I’d love to.”
> You all say your goodbyes and begin the process of cleaning.  While Dash finishes off the last of the cider.
“You could have saved that for later?”
> “Yeah, but I’m thirsty.”
“You know I could have gotten you something to drink.”  You say suggestively.
> “I’m totally capable of getting my own stuff thank you.”
> Guess a little out of it for that joke to register.
> “Wait…oh my god Anon you’re so gross.”
> There it is.
“Not as dirty as you though sis.”
> “Don’t get snarky little brother.  I’ll have you know that I can sense a hint of sarcasm a mile away.”
> She’d have to in order to keep up with you in her current state.
“Is that a fact Dashie.”
> “It sure is.  They don’t call me Rainbow ‘Dash’ for nothing.”
> Wow she was hammered.  You didn’t think half a dozen bottles of cider would get to her that much.  You pick up one of the bottles and look at the description.
> Contains 8% alcohol.
> That’s more than you were expecting.  Good thing you only had one.
“You know you’re so cute when you think you know stuff.”
> “I could say the same thing about you big boy.”
> This was the first time you’ve seen Dash drunk, and still conscious.  You’ve never seen this softer side of her.  Usually she’s singing her own praises and giving you a hard time.  You kind of like this change in demeanor.


“Care to help me at all with this stuff?”
> “Nah you got it bro.  Besides I’m too tired.  I’m just gonna go to bed.”
“Good night then.”
> “Yeah night.”
> You were pretty tired yourself.  You didn’t even bother rinsing the dishes and bottles.  You just threw everything in the dishwasher and recycle bin.  You could deal with it in the morning.
> Quickly brushing your teeth you enter your room beginning to undress when you notice Dash laying on your bed.
“Uh Dash this is my room.”
> All you get a half mumbled response that you couldn’t make out.
“I’m not carrying you to your bed. You know”
> “Then let me sleep with you tonight.”
> You were inclined to say no, but the way she looked when she said that was just too adorable.
“I just can’t say no to that face.”
> Dash hums a bit of happiness as you change into some shorts and a shirt before crawling into bed with her.
> “Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?”
“Fine, but only because you asked.”
> You give a quick peck on the cheek, but she continues looking at you longingly.
> “Come on Anon like you mean it.”
“I did though.”
> “You need to do it more like this.”
> She wraps her arms around your neck and begins smooching you lips to lips.
> You were taken aback at first, but eased into it quickly enough.
“You know I only agree to this because I love you.”
> “I know.  That’s why I do it.  Because I love you too.”
> The way she said it seemed to be more serious than the time she said it an hour ago.  A stronger type of love.  One that goes passed the unconditional love between family, but that’s crazy.  She couldn’t mean that.  Could she?


> You could feel your heart skip a beat as you contemplated her words.  Were you just imagining things?  Was the alcohol making her like this?  It had to be.  No way she thinks of you like that.
> As you cuddle together you accidentally bump your hand over her chest.
> She moans a little bit before looking at you.
“Sorry my hand slipped.”
> “It’s okay Anon I won’t tell anyone.  Was that kiss too much for you?”
“No no it was just an accident.”
> “Don’t lie.  Are you getting hard?  Have to rub one out like last time?”
> Shit.  She knew about that.  You suppose you were pretty obvious about it, but still to say it out loud.
“No, it’s fine we can go to sleep.”
> “It’s fine if you do.  I’ll even help you out.”
> You don’t know if you should be scared or excited by those words.
> “You haven’t gotten to second base with Derpy have you?”
“No, but what’s that got-”
> “Because you don’t want what happened last time to happen again do you?”
> It’s true.  You’ve perfected the art of kissing, but going beyond was still a mystery to you.
> “That’s why I’m willing to help you out again.  Here.”
> She slowly started to brush herself up and down your torso.  Feeling the soft tenderness of her chest against yours.  You couldn’t help but groan with all your hormones racing.
> “You seem to be awfully enjoying me rubbing my boobs against you.  Why don’t you feel for yourself?  Consider it your reward for putting up with me all the time.”
> Your mind was completely reduced to mush.  The way she teased you, begged you even.  It was all too much for you.
“Okay.”  With a bit of hunger in your voice.


> Not wasting a moment you reach up with both your hands and grab a hold of Dash’s lovely breasts.  Softly caressing them outside of the fabric.
> “That’s more like it.  Here’s your reward for being honest.”
> She comes in again for another kiss; which you happily oblige her.  Feeling her hands slide underneath the covers as she does this.
> Even with a shirt and bra on the feeling of squeezing Dash’s lovely chest was indescribable.
> You were tempted to take her clothes off but mustered what little willpower you had left and abstained.
> Your breathing quickly became labored as Dash pulls your dick out from your shorts and began gently stroking you.
> “Just cum whenever you’re ready.  Let it out all over me.”
“Oh god Dash.”
> You’ve never been more turned on in your life.  Part of you knew that this was wrong, but you didn’t care.  You were sharing a moment with your sister, and it was amazing.
> Becoming more aggressive with your groping Dash in-turn quickens her pace.
> “Come on little bro.  Show your big sis what you’re made of.”
> One last passionate kiss of your tongue twisting around hers was enough to have you firing off like a jet stream.
> Your hum inside of Dash's mouth as you orgasm.  Losing track of how many times you fire off a strand of your seed onto her stomach.
“Oh god sis I love you.”
> This time no words were exchanged.  Just another sweet kiss before she turns her back to you and falls asleep.
> You could tell her cheeks were as red as cherries as she turned her gaze away from you.
> As the afterglow slowly wore off you began hoping more and more that she’d forget all about this come morning.
> Thinking this time you both may have taken this a step too far.


> The next morning you awake to the familiar sound of your radio clock tuned in to your favorite station.  Promptly giving you the day’s forecast and a few headlines from the news.
> You reach for the snooze button but are blocked by something.  It’s Dash.  What is she-
> Then, last night comes flooding back into your memory.
> Crap you need to get out of here.
> A groggy sigh of disgust tells you that she’s waking up.  She’ll probably have a hangover, so now was your best time to escape.
> Hastily climbing over her you sprint/tip-toe to the door and make yourself scarce.
> Closing the door behind you pray that she doesn’t recall the events of last night.
> You still couldn’t believe you did that.  Taking advantage of your sister after all you’ve done for her.
> You’ve never even entertained the idea of having her pay you back, and still, you went and did that.
> To be fair she wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind, but you weren’t completely innocent either.
> What would Derpy think if she found out?  You practically cheated on her.  
> “Oh god my head.”
> She’s up.  Alright, the moment of truth.  Just go into the kitchen and pretend like nothing happened.  If she asks about last night.  You’ll just have to lie.  Simple as that.
> Mom was already in the kitchen brewing coffee when you walked in.  Fetching the skillet and eggs you begin putting together your breakfast.
> Dash walks in a minute later.  With some Tylenol in her hand looking for a glass of water.
“How you feeling this morning Dash?”
> “Like shit.  Can’t believe I polished off all the cider by myself.”
“If I knew you were going to down everything I would have helped you out.”
> “Come on Anon you and I both know you don’t have the stomach for alcohol.”
> “Nor should he at his age.”  Mom butts in.


> With nothing left to say both you and Dash finish getting ready for the day and head for school.
> She isn’t saying anything.  Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
> Should you talk to her?
> No.
> Just forget about it.  Pretend it never happened.
> “So we still on for our workout after school?”
“Y-yeah.  Of course.”
> Crap you forgot about that, and what’s worse today was a leg day.  Which means you would have to spot her when she did squats.
> Maybe you can ask Derpy to tag along.  She’s not much of an athlete, but she can still spot you and keep you company.
“Say do you mind if Derpy tags along?  I kind of need to make up for yesterday.”
> “Sure that’s fine.”
> Awesome.  Everything was going to work out fine.
> Once school was over you meet up with Dash and Derpy in the weight room.
> The first half-hour consists of stretching and a warm-up jog.  You do this in order to kill time; because, the wrestling team uses up most of the machines right after school.  Then, they leave to practice elsewhere.
“Finally.  I’d thought they'd never leave.”
> “Yeah, those slugs love to do nothing during practice.  It’s no wonder they aren’t any good.”
“Leg press first?”
> “Sounds good to me.”
> “So Anon what did you two do for Halloween?”  Derpy asks.
> Your body tenses up out of reflex.  Even though you know she has no reason to suspect any foul play on your part.


“Dash and her friends went to a haunted house with her friends.  Then, they came back and we watched a movie.”
> “You didn’t go with them?”
“Nah.  Didn’t want to get between Dash and her new friends.  Besides, someone had to stay home and hand out candy to kids.”
> “Anon you should have come over then.  My family held a block party it would have been fun.”
> Yeah hindsight is 20/20 there.
“Yeah sorry.  I promise I make it up to you.”
> “You’re up Anon.  Don’t keep me waiting.”  Dash interrupts.
> The next two hours come and go in a flash with no awkward situations.  Thankfully.
> Derpy asks you go see a movie and spend the night at her place.  Which you happily oblige.
> Anything to get away from Dash.  For the first time in your life you wanted to avoid your sister.
> Hopefully it will be the last time.
> However, not even a minute of you two being alone Derpy throws you a curveball.
> “So what’s up with you and Dash?”
> Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
“What do you mean?”
> “You hardly talked to her at all, and you were avoiding eye contact with her all day.”
“Derpy you’re crazy there’s nothing’s wrong between me and Dash.”
> “Anon don’t lie to me.  If there’s one thing you gush about it’s your sister, but you acted like you hardly even knew her.  What happened.”
> Wow she’s really perusing this.  You better give her a decent answer.
“Alright.  We may or may not have had a fight last night.”
> “Uhuh I knew it.”
“Yeah yeah.  I tried not to say anything, but you know.”
> “What did you fight about?”
> Crap you didn’t have a follow up for this.  Think of something quick.


“Drinking.”
> “Was she getting drunk.”
“Yeah, unfortunately.”
> “I’m sorry to hear that.  After all, that time being sober I thought she was finally in the clear.”
“So did I, but I guess having a relapse was inevitable.”
> “Does your mom know?”
“Yeah, but she’s stopped caring at this point.  The only thing she’s worried about is me falling into the same bad habits.”
> “That’s terrible.”
> “I know, and I keep telling her.  That she’s wrong for not caring, but I’ve fought that battle so many times.”
(Deep sigh)
“Can we not talk about this anymore.  Please.”
> “Sure sorry I mentioned anything.”
“No, it’s fine.  You’re my girlfriend.  You have a right to know.”
> The rest of the night went by with relative ease.  With the two of you simply enjoying each other's company.
> During the movie you and Derpy decided to make out during the kissing scene.  A thought crosses your mind.  Should you try going to second base?
> The sooner you get there with Derpy the better you’ll feel, but you don’t want to rush her into it.
“Derpy.”
> “Yeah?”
“D-do you mind if I touch you?”
> “I…”
“It’s okay if you don’t.  I just thought I’d ask.”
> “Yeah not now.”
“Okay.”


> The rest of the night you feel yourself fidgeting all over the place.  With thoughts of last night with Dash buzzing in your head.  Not to mention the possibility of doing the same with Derpy.
> You’d really like to jack off now.  It would certainly ease some of the tension in your heart.  As well as a few other things.
> You and Derpy had just finished dinner and were planning to watch a movie.  Cuddling with Derpy would be torture if you didn’t relieve yourself, so you excuse yourself to the bathroom.
> Trying to be as quick as possible a million different images flood your mind in order to get you hard.  Various images you’ve seen on the internet.  Fantasies about people you know.  Derpy.  Dash.
> That last one has your erection surging to the max.  Thanks to her jerking you off while you felt her up.
> God what you wouldn’t give to experience that again.  Only next time with Derpy, but maybe Dash if she wasn’t opposed to it.
> Come on Anon what are you saying.  You’re talking about your sister and sex in the same sentence.  This shouldn’t be okay, but for some reason it was.
> For the longest time Dash meant everything to you.  In fact, she still does.
> Then, why were you thinking like a lumberjack wanting to split everything in half.
> You don’t know, but your rock hard cock is tired of being ignored.  Time to tend to it.
> Stroking as softly and quickly as possible you release your seed into the toilet.  Promptly flushing and washing your hands afterward.
> “Hurry up the movie is starting.”
“Couldn’t even wait for me?”
> “You were taking too long, so I started it without you.  Don’t worry you didn’t miss anything.”
> In the back of your mind you knew someday you would have to tell her, but not today.  Today it was just the two of you, and you didn’t want anything to ruin that.


> A month goes by, and life seems to both fly by and standstill at the same time.
> As the guilt of what you did with Dash slowly eats away at you.  As far as Derpy knows you’re still angry with your sister about her drinking.
> Dash, on the other hand, is so oblivious to your feelings that she hasn’t said two words to you asking if you’re alright.  And that’s what’s really killing you.
> The fact that Dash has no idea what she did, and that she was drunk when she did it.
> After all those self-sacrifices and hardships.  Just thrown into the wind as far as you were concerned.  A complete breach of trust.
> Each day was a struggle.  To look her in the eyes and tell her that you loved her.  Seeing Derpy and knowing that you were hiding this demon from her.
> If only there was someone you could talk to about this.  Hell, you were starting to consider counseling, so no one you knew would find out.
> If only someone would be willing to listen.
> You look at the small glass case on the table and ponder.
“You’d listen to me right Tank?”
> Tank was Dash’s new pet.  An Eastern Box Turtle.  It wasn’t until you convinced mom it would teach her some responsibility did she finally yield to the idea.
“Unfortunately, you aren’t the best conversationalist.  No offense.”
> Wait.  Dash got Tank from Fluttershy, and she was the kindest and most understanding human being in existence.  Surely she’d be able to ease your pain.
> It was better than nothing.  Flipping through your phone you find her number and send her a text.
> Now you just had to figure out what you wanted to tell her.


> As you walk in the cool evening air.  Every possible scenario runs through your mind.  If you tell her this how would she react?  Should you only tell her part of the whole story?
> Whatever happens you just hope you feel better when it’s all said and done.
> Reaching her front stoop you ring the doorbell.  Slightly shivering from the cold autumn breeze.
“Hi Anon,”  Fluttershy says as she answers the door.
> “Hey.  Nice to see you.”
“You too.  Please come in.”
> Stepping inside you take off your shoes but opt to keep your coat on.
> “Sorry to call you on such short notice, but I needed someone to talk to.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble at all.  Anything for a friend.”
> “Thanks.  You don’t know how much I appreciate this.”
> She simply gives you a warm smile.  The absolute pinnacle of kindness.
> “Do you have someplace where we won’t be disturbed.”
“Sure follow me.”
> You follow Fluttershy back to her room; which, unsurprisingly is as pink as her hair.
> You never did ask her if she dyed it.  Hell, you’re a guy with natural rainbow-colored hair who are you to ask.
“Okay, we can talk now.”
> “Good.  I can’t tell you how long I’ve been-”
“Wait hold on!  I forgot I’m sorry.”
> She walks over to the other side of the room and faces the wall.
“Um, Zephyr if you’re listening can you please stop.  This is really private.”
> She’s talking to a wall?  Wait no.  Someone on the other side of the wall.
“If you’re listening please tell me you understand.”
“Okay, sis I understand.”
“Thank you.  Now, what were you saying Anon?”
> “Hold that thought.  I’ll be right back.”
> Walking to the room over you open the door and see a pale skinny guy with his head against the wall.


> “Oh ah hi there.  This isn’t what it looks like.”
> Without saying a word you slowly walk towards him with a cold dead look in your eyes.
> “Look I’m sorry I promise I won’t-”
> Before he can finish his excuse you grab him by the neck and pin him against the ground.
“If I hear anything about my secret getting out I promise you I will hunt you down and murder you.”
> “Okay okay I promise please don’t hurt me.”
> You let him go, but not before threatening to punch him.  Which causes him to recoil in defense.
> You’d rather not have to beat up Fluttershy’s brother, but you weren’t above making threats about doing it.
> Hopefully now you’d be able to do what you came here to do.
“Sorry about that.  We should have some privacy now.”
> “Anon did you?”
“No, I didn’t hurt him.  He’s your brother after all.  Brothers mess with their sisters.  I should know after all.”
> “Good.  Thank you for understanding.  My brother can be a handful sometimes.  I really appreciate you not hurting him.”
“Yeah.  Well, hopefully, I was clear enough to him that he shouldn’t be listening.”
> “Right.  Well, whenever your ready Anon.”
> Yeah here you are.  Time to talk.
> You take a few steps over to her bed and take a seat firmly on the edge.
“Fluttershy.  Have you ever found out a secret about someone?  Someone really close to you, and were afraid to tell them you knew?”
> “Umm well.”
“And I’m not talking about a little secret either.  I mean something life-altering.  Like you can’t see that person anyway but for that one flaw?”


> She ponders this for a moment before looking back at you.
> “I’m sorry, but I don’t.  Did something happen?”
“You could say that.”
> Now what do you say?
“Let’s say you knew something about me.  Like I killed a guy.  Would you think less of me because of it?”
> Fluttershy looks horrified, and rightfully so.  Murder is no small implication.
> “Anon.  Did you actually-”
“No, I’m speaking clearly as a hypothetical don’t worry.”
> She seems somewhat relieved, but still troubled.  Waiting for a really long time before giving you an answer.
> “No, I wouldn’t.  You’re a nice person Anon.  You never do anything without a reason.  Even if you did kill somebody.  I’m sure you did it to protect someone.”
> You’re glad she thinks so highly of you.  It’s good to know at least one person does.  Sure you had Derpy, Dash, and your mother, but they’re not exactly the type of people to be singing your praises.
“Thank you.  It means a lot to hear you say that.”
> She places her arm around your shoulder to help comfort you.
> “I don’t know what’s got you so worried Anon, but you should know I’m here to listen.”
> She was so sweet and so innocent.  You feel bad for bringing all the turmoil of your life to her doorstep.
“It’s about Dash.”
“Something happened between the two of us, and I can barely speak to her anymore.”
> “You mean a secret about her that she doesn’t know about.”
“Yeah.  Normally I wouldn’t think anything of it, but it was with me, or about me rather.”
“I just can’t bring myself to tell her, and it feels like I’m lying to everyone by not saying anything.”
> “Well Anon.  I promise if you tell me no one else will know.  I swear it.”
> You have to tell her.  Not just for your sake, but for everyone.  If you do this you might be able to tell your sister.
> Leaning over you cup your hand over Fluttershy’s ear and whisper something inside.


“I’m home.”
> “Where did you run off to?”  You’re mom calls
“Just to a friend's house.  They wanted to talk about something.”
> “Oh what about?”
“I can’t say.  I’ve been sworn to secrecy.”
> “Hmm.”
> Your mother gives you a skeptical look but doesn’t prod further.
“Say is Dash home?”
> “Yes, she’s in her room.”
“Cool thanks.”
> As you make your way to her room you recall what Fluttershy said to you.
> ~ “I’ve known you and Dash for a long time Anon.  If there’s one thing I learned it’s that nothing will separate you two.  If you’re honest with her I’m sure it will all work out.”
> You hope so.  Before entering you give your sister’s door a few knocks.
“Hey Dash it’s me can I come in?”
> No response.  She probably has her headphones in.  Knocking more aggressively this time you finally get a response.
> “Yeah?”
“Can I come in.”
> “Sure.  Door’s unlocked.”
> Opening the door you see Dash laying on her bed with a sweatshirt on and very little else.  Granting you a full view of her legs and black panties.
> Well this is going to be more awkward than you thought.
> “What’s up?”  She asks as she pulls out her earplugs.
“We need to talk.”
> “About?”
> Closing the door you take a second to contemplate how you want to word this.
“Us.”
> “Us?  What do you mean us?”


~ “Are you sure?  I mean I waited so long to tell her.  What if she accuses me of taking advantage of her?”
> ~ “It’s all you think about right?”
~ “Yeah.”
> ~ “Just tell her that you were afraid and that you’ve been distancing yourself from her because of it.”
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.  I should have told you sooner, but I wasn’t sure how you’d react when I told you.”
> “Okay.”  She says with more inquisitiveness than fear.
“Do you remember Halloween last month?  When you had your friends over and everything.”
> “Is this going to be about my drinking again.”
“No, Dashie I promise you I won’t bring that up anymore.”
> When you said Dashie you could see her eyes soften.  With the knowledge that you were only being sincere and kind.
“Do you remember much of what happened that night?”
> “Not exactly.  I know me and my friends went to that dank ass haunted house.  Then, we came back and watched a movie, but that’s about it.”
> Well here it is.  The moment of truth.
“The truth is something happened after your friends left.  At that point, you were pretty loose so I don’t blame you for not remembering, but at the time you seemed acutely aware of what you were doing.”
> “Oh god did I do something really embarrassing.  Wait you said everyone had left at that point.  Did mom see?”
“No no thankfully not, but it wasn’t so much embarrassing as it was private.”
> Dash just stares at you blankly.  Completely unsure of what you were talking about.
“After your friends left and mom was already asleep you went to bed but ended up collapsing in my bed.”


> “So?  We’ve slept together in your bed before what’s the big deal.”
“I know and that’s what I had planned on doing, but something happened.”
> It was getting increasingly difficult to look at her.  Those beautiful magenta eyes locked on you and your every word.
> “Well are you going to tell me or not?”
“Do you remember how you helped me with kissing lessons?”
> “Yeah.  You saying we kissed, so what?”
“The thing is we didn’t just kiss.”
> At that moment Dash was beginning to see where this conversation was going.
> “Bro.  Did we?”  She asks pointing back and forth between you.
“No we didn’t, but we did go to second base.”
> A furious red blush envelops your sister’s face.  Utterly stunned by this news.
> “Oh god how did this happen!?”
“Don’t blame yourself I’m the one who’s at fault here.  I could have stopped it, but I didn’t.”
“So now you know why I’ve been hesitant to tell you, and why I’ve been acting so distant on top of that.”
> “Anon?”
> You look at her unsure of what’s coming next.
> “You…haven’t told anyone about this have you?”
“Fluttershy is the only other person who knows.”
> “FLUTTERSHY!  Why the hell did you tell her!”
“Because I trust her with my secrets, and also because I couldn’t tell you.  That’s why I asked for her advice, and she said to be honest with you.  So now you know.  I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I hope that you’ll still think of me as your brother.”
> With that you steadily creep your way to the door.  Having nothing left to say, but you’re stopped just short of the exit by Dash.  Who’s hugging you from behind.
> “You always forgive me when I screw up, so why shouldn’t I do the same for you.”


> You look over your shoulder and see Dash smiling at you.
> “Besides, you’ve had to put up with a lot worse from me.”
> It’s true, but that still didn’t make it any less wrong.
> “You shouldn’t beat yourself up so much.  You already take life way too seriously.  Try to have a little more fun.”
> “WITH DERPY I MEAN!  N-not like do stuff with me and-”  She says flustered.
> You can’t help but laugh.
“What’s the matter you were so sincere just a second ago.”
> Dash swiftly gives you a jab in the arm.
> “Shut up you know I’m not good at this mushy crap.”
> All you can do is laugh again before giving her a hug this time.
“I know.”
> Dash then returns your hug.  Before speaking again.
> “Anon can I ask you a question?”
"What’s that?”
> “Well it’s not important, but was (soft mumbling)”
“What?”
> “Was it (more soft mumbling)”
“Dash you’re going to have to speak up.”
> This time she gets on her toes and whispers into your ear.
> “Was it good for you?”
> You could hear the emergency brakes being slammed in your brain.
“D-did I?  Enjoy it?”
> Dash simply nods at you.
> ~ “If you’re honest with her I’m sure it will all work out.”
> Does that rule apply here Fluttershy?”


“Why do you want to know?
> “Just cause.”
> Well now what?
“Well, sis.  To be honest.  It was the best feeling I’ve ever had.”
> Again you reach for the door to try and avoid any more awkward conversations, but Dash grabs your arm and prevents you from leaving.
> “Wait.  Even counting all the times you’ve been with Derpy?”
> Oh boy here we go.
“The thing is I haven’t done any of that stuff with Derpy yet.”
> That last bit really catches Dash off guard.
“I’ve tried talking her to her about it, but she’s too scared to go that far.  I know I shouldn’t try and rush these things, but we’ve been dating for over a month now.  Don’t you think I’ve been patient enough?”
> “Of course you have.  You know what I’m going to do you a solid, and talk to her for you.”
“Really?  Wait, and tell her what.”
> “Nothing just ask her if you two have done anything yet, and give a bit of encouragement.”
“You’d do that!?”
> “Of course what are sisters for.”
“That’d be great if you could say something to her.  I wasn’t sure how much longer of this stonewalling I could take.”
> “Well, now that you’ve got a clear conscience about ‘stuff’ maybe she’ll be a little more receptive to you now. ”
> You let out a nervous chuckle.  Not sure how to take that.
“Well, I’m going to bed now.”
> “Alright goodnight.”
“Night…love you.”
> You return to your room and crawl into bed.  Not bothering to put on your PJs or brush your teeth.  Just so you could enjoy your peace of mind.


> After that life seemed to go back to normal.  Which you never thought you’d miss, but after what you went through for the past month it was leagues better.
> Sure there was the occasional scuffle with douche bags, but you’re used to that by now.
> You were heading to lunch when you saw Dash and decided to run her down.
“Hey, sis got a sec?”
> “Sure what’s up?”
“Well.  Have you said anything to Derpy yet?”
> “I’ll get to it jeez.  Don’t you have any shame about asking your sister to help you get into another girl’s pants?”
“Of course I do, but you’ve never been cockblocked by your own girlfriend for almost two months.  It does things to a man.”
> “Like lusting after his own sister?”
> You could almost hear the mental glass in your head shattering when she said that.
“I resent that.”
> Shit that’s not what you wanted to say.
“I mean no.  I’ve just been really stressed out lately.”
> “Anon chill out I was kidding, and no I don’t know that feeling.”
“Well, it sucks believe me.”
> You both grab a seat after getting your food and wait for Derpy.  However, an unexpected visitor arrives.
> You recognize him as the foreign exchange student from Australia, but for the life of you, you can’t think of his name.
> “Hi there you don’t mind if I sit with you do you?”
“No, it’s fine?”
> “Great.  Name’s Quibble by the way.”
> That’s right Quibble.  A name only a drunken parent could give.


“Anon.”
> “So how was it?”  Your sister asks.
> “It was alright.  Could have been better though.”
> Wait Dash knows this guy?  I guess that’s why he decided to sit here.
> “Come on you can do better than that.  Details.”
> “Well I’m sure you know about the rumors, and trust me they’re all true.
> “Really!  Even the paddle?”
> “Especially the paddle.”
> Boy you’d kill for some context right about now.  This was getting really weird.
“What are you guys talking about exactly?”
> “Miss Leslie of course.”  Quibble remarks.
> Ah that explains it.  Miss Leslie was renowned at your school for being the most uptight and overbearing teacher on the face of the earth.  Who was said to keep a paddle even though she couldn’t legally use it ever since corporal punishment was made illegal.
“Okay gotcha.”
> Shortly thereafter Derpy arrives and more pleasantries are exchanged.  Eventually, you figure out that Dash is dating this guy.  By way of introducing Derpy as your girlfriend.  At which point Quibble suggests going on a double date some time.
> Strange how she never mentioned him to you.
> Once you got home that was exactly the first thing you asked her about.
“Quibble huh?”
> “What?”
“Your boyfriend.  How long has that been going on?
> “Just over a week now.  Why do you care?”
“It’s just that you usually talk to me about these things.”
> “I didn’t think I had to tell you everything about my love life.”
“Dash relax.  I’m just asking.”


> What’s with this defensive crap?  Did you do something…other than that one thing.
> “We got to talking during English and one thing led to another.  No big deal.”
“No that’s great.  It’s just that I’m hurt that you didn’t tell me the news.  We tell each other everything.”
> “Not everything.”
> Crap.  Guess she is mad.  She has every reason to be, but you’d thought she had forgiven you.
“Listen I get that you’re upset, but isn’t there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
> “Twenty bucks.”
“What?”
> “You heard me.  Me and Quibble are going out to eat tonight, and you’re covering for it.”
> Your not happy about it, but you fork over the cash and watch her walk out the door.
> Man you were feeling good about today too.  You need to do something to earn her trust back.
> Maybe an apology cake would do the trick.  You did make her a cake for her birthday, and that didn’t last two days.
> It’d be a nice surprise for her.
> However, after rummaging through the kitchen you realize you have no eggs.  Can’t make a cake without eggs.
> You tell your mom that your going to run a few errands, and she gives you a list of other things to pick up.
> Later that night you finish the cake, but get a text from Dash saying that she’s going to spend the night at a friend's house.  You certainly hope so.  If she’s sleeping with that weirdo after only a couple weeks you’d have to kill his ass.
> The next day you meet Dash at school, and from what you can tell she’s dragging along more than usual.  Either she stayed up too late last night, or she went out drinking.  Probably both, but you weren’t going to hassle her about it.


> When you get home after school you present the cake you made for Dash, but it doesn’t quite have the effect that you wanted it to have.
> She smiles and says thanks, but you can sense her mind is elsewhere.
> After dinner she goes to her straight to her room, and once you’ve finished your homework you knock on her door.
“Hey Dash it’s me can I come in?”
> “It’s open.”
> Again she’s laying on her bed listening to music.  Wearing only a t-shirt and panties.  You check out a little bit but give yourself a mental slap on the wrist to remind yourself why you’re here.
“Have a minute?”
> She only nods.  Not even bothering to take her headphones out.
> Closing the door behind you you take a seat at the foot of her bed.
“I get the feeling that your mad at me, and I don’t know why.  Well, I mean I know ‘why’ just that you seemed cool about it when I told you.  What changed?”
> “I’m not mad at you.”
> She isn’t?  Wait, is she just saying that, or is there something else bothering her.
“Could have fooled me.”
> “Life doesn’t revolve around you Anon.”
“I never thought it did.”
> Okay something was seriously up.  Sure Dash could hold a grudge, but at least she was honest with you.
“If you’re trying to shield me from something it won’t work.  I’ll just ask one of your friends what’s up and they'll probably be able to tell me.”
> “No they won’t.”
> The firmness in her voice leads you to believe that she’s telling the truth.
> “It’s just my date with Quibble didn’t go great last night.”
> Is that all?  No, it couldn’t be.  She was moody even before her date last night, but you’ll play along like you believe her.


“Did you break up with him then?”
> “No.  He just did something stupid and we got into an argument.  You know how it is.”
“I see.”
> Well now what?  Not exactly anything you can say to make her feel better; which was the whole point of talking to her.
> So instead you get up off the bed and giver her a hug.
> Catching her a little off guard she steadily returns the hug to you.
“I love you Dashie.  Remember that.  Nothing in my life matters except for you.  If you ever feel like talking my doors always open.”
> She gives you a content smile before giving you a soft jab in the chest.
> “You worry too much you know that.  I’m fine really.”
> You want nothing more than to believe her, but some small part of you still thinks she’s hiding something.
“Goodnight.  Love you.”
> “Yeah night.”
> As the days go by Dash doesn’t really say anything to you.  She asks for money again, and you don’t question it.  Sure she works at a gas station, but it’s not exactly the highest paying job.
> Still you wonder where all that money is going.  Initially, you thought drugs or alcohol, but Dash has seemed completely clean of anything.
> You’ve been so worried about your sister this past week that you’ve completely neglected Derpy.  Plus, the fact that Dash said she’d talk to her about the two of you getting intimate.
> Those thoughts, however, have been on the back burner for some time now.  Even if she had said something to her it was way too late to act on now, and you were okay with that.
> Sure having to jerk yourself off wasn’t as good as your girlfriend doing it for you, but you could live without it.  You have been all your life up until this point.  What’s another month or two going to hurt.


> “Hey Anon can you help me stretch?”  Dash asks.
“Sure”
> Dash lies on the ground and you push her thigh to the side while holding her other leg.  Next, you push in one of her legs in.  Helping stretch out her hamstring.  Then, without thinking you start to gently rub her leg.  Not to massage it, but to simply feel her skin.
> Dash lets out a soft moan as she looks at you with bedroom eyes.
> “Gonna help me ‘relax’ again?”
“You know it.”
> She flips over to do the downward-facing dog, and you promptly place both hands on her ass.  Giving her a little spank.
> “Oooo I like that.”
“I know you do, but I also know that you like this more.”
> Almost ripping at her pants you pull her spandex down to her knees and dive headfirst into pussy.
“Already this wet huh?  Better not keep you waiting then.”
> You then pull down your pants to reveal your massive throbbing member.  Before sliding it inside her.
> You both scream in pleasure-
(Bzzzt) (Bzzzt) (Bzzzt) (Bzzzt)
> Wha…what?
> You’re in your bed.  It’s morning.  Your alarm is going off.
> Damn it not again.
> This is the third time in two weeks that you’ve had a dream about you and your sister Dash having sex.  Each slightly different, but always waking up as soon as you two connected.
> This is starting to get on your nerves.  It’s bad enough you wake up with morning wood, but all those memories are still fresh on your mind.
> You don’t just want to jack off.  You NEED to jack off.  Costing you precious time in the morning.
> Grabbing your secret towel you pull your pants down and start stroking yourself furiously.
> Thinking back to what you remember about your dream.
> “Anon you up?  Break-”  Dash says as she enters the room.


> Dash immediately retreats.  Closing the door behind her.
“Come on sis can’t you knock, and yes I’m up.”
> “I can see that.  Don’t take too long now otherwise the toast will get cold.”
> God what a shitty way to start the day.  Any memory you had of your dreams was long since gone now, and you couldn’t waste time thinking up some new fantasy to get off.  You’re just going to have to deal with these pent up emotions all day.
> Fucking lovely.
> Reluctantly you put your clothes on and throw your PJs into the laundry basket.
> “Done already huh?”  Dash asks as you enter the kitchen.
> “Done with what?”
“Don’t ask mom.  Please.”
> Things were bad enough as it is.
> “Okay well I’m off.  You two have a good day.”
> “Thanks.”
“Yeah see ya.”
> Not even five seconds out the door Dash was on you again.
> “Soooo, have any good dreams last night?”
“Do you really have to ask?”
> “Were you thinking about your girlfriend huh?”
> Of all the days for her to be in a good mood why’d she have to pick the day she walked in on you masturbating.
> “Just tell me the truth, and I’ll leave you alone.”
> You highly doubt that, but it was worth a try.
“Actually I was thinking about you.”


> Dash doesn’t say anything at first.  Just giving you a kind of skeptical look.
> “Yeah right you’re just saying to get back at me.  Well, I got news for you you’re going to have to do better than that.”
> Yep that figures.  Well, you already put yourself in a hole might as well dig deeper.
“You think I’m kidding about railroading my super hot sister?”
> You added that last bit to boost her ego a little bit.  Hopefully, now she’ll shut up about it.
> “Anon be serious you’re my brother.  You can’t be attracted to me.”
“Dash, please.  Not even gay men would refuse having sex with you.”
> There.  That should hammer the last nail into that coffin.
> “Anon what the heck is wrong with you!?”
“Hey don’t blame me I can’t control what I dream about.  Besides, you were the one 'dying’ to know.”
> You continue squabbling amongst yourselves all the way to school, and by the time the first period rolled around you were about ready to kill yourself.
> Seriously if anyone was to give you shit right now you’d throw them through a fucking wall.
> Thankfully Derpy was in your next class, and she helped calm you down.  You still felt agitated, but not nearly to the extent you were earlier this morning.
> Your third period was a huge nothing class, so you decide to just lay your head down and rest.  Unfortunately, your instructor wasn’t having any of it today and dropped a textbook right on your desk.  Startling you awake.  Well, there goes your ‘good’ mood.
> And things only went downhill from there.  Lunch was crap, and you didn’t pack anything in advance.  Ergo, you essentially didn’t eat.  You forgot your English homework at home, so you got a zero for that assignment, but that wasn’t the worst of it.
> Some two-bit junior that you hardly knew started mouthing off to between classes.  You did your best to ignore him, but when you tried to walk away he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around.  Big mistake.


> With absolutely no remorse you grab his head and smash it into the lockers.  The first time only dazes him, but by the sixth and seventh time he stops resisting and you let him go.
> You could see blood flowing down his forehead as he whimpered on the floor.
> Damn that felt good, but holy shit were you going to be in trouble.  Needless to say, the sound of a man’s skull being bashed into a metal surface got the attention of several teachers and faculty.
> All of whom were willing to escort you to the principle's office.
> You don’t even try to defend your actions.  Both you and the principle have been through this routine enough times that you just get straight to the point.
> One-week suspension.
> Honestly you were expecting worse, but your principle was kind of a pussy when it came to affirmative action.  Which is why bullies, drugs, and other questionable activities were rampant at your school.
> With two hours left in the school day, and mom still at work you were forced to hoof it home.  At least there was no freezing rain with forty miles per hour winds like there usually was during this time of year.
> Got to love that Great Lake Effect.
> With at least two hours to yourself you could at least jack off now.  Not only that the family computer was free.  Allowing you access to some grade-A fapping material.
> After jerking it for a solid half-hour and several ejaculations later you decide you’ve had enough.  Still had plenty of alone time.  Now the only thing to do was decide on how to spend it.  Your mind goes back to fapping, but you’ve already had your fill of that.  Then, another thought forms in your head.
> Clicking the bing search engine box you type in ‘dreams and their hidden meanings’.
> A few studies pop up as your first results.  Scanning through the short descriptions you find one that you trust and click the link.


> It goes on for a page or two about how philosophers and psychologists have theorized since the beginning of time that dreams were a gateway to another dimension, or could possibly be used to see the future.
> Okay not this one.  Backing out this time you choose a formal study done by a college institution in Arizona.
> A study of one hundred participants were monitored for one year.  Having everything they did during the day being recorded on top of the dreams they had.
> Not only that each member was both physically and mentally evaluated after each instance.  Results varied from person to person, but a few critical elements were seen in multiple subjects.
> One group found that people would have a dream about doing something, and then experience that moment to the exact detail sometime later.
> Another finding was linked to people’s emotional state.  The subject’s who were recorded to having reoccurring dreams were found to have repressed feelings about someone or something.
> Wait did you read that right?
> Subjects with reoccurring dreams were found to be withholding personal emotions.
> Yep that’s what it said, but that’s not you.  Just because you had some weird dreams doesn’t mean that you were in love with your sister right?
>…
> Better delete your search history of porn.  You don’t think you're going to get any answers that you want on the internet.
> Mom wasn’t too happy to hear you had been suspended, and there wasn’t a whole lot you could say to make her feel better.
> That didn’t concern you, however.  What you couldn’t stop thinking of was that research study that you read about.
> Sure it stated that some of its findings were inconclusive, but that one about reoccurring dreams really stuck with you.
> What if it was true?  Did you secretly love your sister like no brother ever should?
> You’d have to ask yourself some serious questions in order to know for sure.


> On your first day of suspension you wake up like it’s any other day, but instead of riding with Dash to school you jog to the fitness center you and Dash workout at.  After that, you head home and make yourself some lunch.
> Man without any work, school or sports to keep you busy you’ve essentially got nothing to do.  Maybe that wasn’t so bad though.  It would give you some time to contemplate this whole mess about your sister.
> You look at your phone and see that it’s just past noon.  You also notice that you’ve got a text message.  It’s from Dash.
> ~ Boss called into work tonight.  Can you bring me something to eat?
~ Sure.  I’ll swing by about 6.
> You reply back with.
> Later that night you walk to the gas station about twenty minutes away.  Not surprisingly it was pretty empty.
“Guess who?”
> “Oh thank god you’re here I’m starving.”
> She jumps over the counter right as you were about to hand her the lunch box.
“You don’t mind if I hang here and keep you company do you?”
> “You sure there’s a whole lot of nothing going on here.”
“Yeah, but I want to keep you company.”
> “Thanks, bro.  Come on let’s go out to the car.”
> Following her outside she turns on the car.  Pumping both the heater and the radio.  Leaving it on the first station that comes on.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2H5uWRjFsGc
> “So how you’d enjoy your first day off?”
“Eh.  It wasn’t anything really.  How’s work?”
> “John keeps nagging me about being nicer to customers.  It’s not my fault that a ninety-year-old grandma can’t make a single decision like a normal human being.”
> Yeah, you’ve heard the horrors of working in retail.  Which is why you were going to avoid it at all costs.
“As long as you’re nice enough to keep your job you shouldn’t worry about it.”
> “Yeah.  It’s just a pain that’s all.”
> As you both sit there in relative silence.  You gaze at your sister with a mixture of mystique and curiosity.  The softness of her lips and the captivating color of her magenta eyes.
> It’s hard to imagine that you’ve kissed her.  She seemed so perfect, so out of your league.  Not just because you were her brother.
> “I’m surprised you didn’t want to go over to Derpy’s after this.  Everything still going alright?”
> Yeah about that…
“Yeah it’s fine.  I just wanted a day to myself that's all.  I’ve had a lot on my mind.”
> “Oh, care to share?”
“Just about how I lost control and really hurt that guy yesterday.”
> “Really you don’t usually care about dirtbags that you beat into a bloody pulp.”
“This was different though.  He was just picking on me.  Not actually hurting me, and I almost killed him.”
> “You’re overreacting.  I’m sure the guy’s fine.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
> Thank god she bought it.  You shouldn’t have said anything at all, but you had a feeling that she would have noticed something was bothering you.
> As Dash’s shift goes on the two of you talk the night away.  Not a lot happens; until…
“I’m going to run to the restroom real quick.”
> “Alright.”
> As you make your way to the back of the story three peculiar gentlemen enter the story.
> You round the corner and wait just out of sight.  Just in case.
> “Hey there Skittles how you been.”
> “I thought I told you guys not come here.  I’ll have the next payment by tomorrow so buzz off.”
> “Well, I just thought I’d let you know that the payment has doubled.”


> “WHAT!!  Why!  We had a deal.”
> Oh no not again.
> “Hey I’m just a messenger.  If you want to know what’s the deal.  You know who to talk to.”
> The bell of the door rings.  Signifying that they’ve left.
> Dash must have rung up some more debts, or maybe some new big dick cheese is looking to collect on her old ones.  She’d probably never tell you about it if you ask.  She’s always trying to take care of her messes on her own.  A noble thing to do, but she’s always getting in over her head.
> Without a second thought you take the back way out of the store, and quickly find three gentlemen walking away from the store.
> After following them for a block.  They turn to face you.
> “You looking for trouble tough guy?”
“No.  I’m just interested in the arrangement you have with Rainbow Dash.”
> “Rainbow?  You mean Skittles?  What’s it to you?”
“I want to pay off her debts.  All of them.”
> “All of them?”
“That’s what I said.”
> “That’s a lot of cheese, my man.  You have that on you?”
“No, and even if I did I wouldn’t give it to you.  So how much does she owe exactly.”
> “A thousand bones.”
> God damn it.
“Done.  Tell me where to go.”
> The three stooges tell you where to go, and you make a quick stop at home.
> Reaching underneath your bed you pull out a shoebox.  Inside was your secret stash of money that you had saved for a new computer.  Just over a thousand dollars.
> Guess you’ll just have to wait another year.


> Walking down an all too familiar street you enter the shady abandoned building you and Dash got yourselves arrested in.
> Finding the same old office with the same old boss in the same old chair.
“Never thought I’d have to see your face again.”
> “The feelings mutual.  I assume you have the money.”
“I do, and I have your word that you’ll leave my sister alone.”
> “As long as she doesn’t ring up any more debts you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Good.”
> With that taken care of you ponder what you should do next.  Head back to the gas station and tell Dash the news, or go home and let her figure it out for herself?
> Maybe you’ll just go home and wait it out.  Give yourself some time to think of some excuses.
> As you lay on the couch watching bad television all you can think of is how mad Dash is going to be when you tell her what you did.
> You felt guilty that you stepped in like that, but you wanted to avoid another incident like last time at all costs.
> The front door opens and you and your sister’s eyes meet instantly.
> “There you are.  Where’d you go?  You didn’t even message bro?”
“I just took care of some things.  You should be thankful.”
> “Me?  Why what did you do?”
“Like I said you don’t have to worry about it.  Let’s just put everything behind us.”
> “Anon you’re creeping me out tell me what you did.”
> You let out a long exhausted sigh.  Bracing yourself for the worst.
“You don’t have to worry about those debts anymore.  I took care of them.”
> “What!!!  You mean- those guys from earlier, and you-”
“Paid in full.  Now you’ll never have to see those thugs again.”
> At first, Dash doesn’t say anything, but you could tell that she had about a million things on her mind that she ‘did’ want to say.


“And before you tell me that you were going to handle it yourself.  I’m going to say that you shouldn’t try to do these things on your own.  They may be problems that you created, but that doesn’t mean you can’t ask for help.”
> “I-I you.”  Dash stutters in half anger half uncertainty.
“Go ahead let me have it.  You say standing up with your arms wide open.
> Dash, however, does something you didn’t expect.  She hugs you.
> “I hate you.  Why can’t you just leave me alone?  I don’t deserve your pity.”
“It’s not pity sis.  Nothing is more important to me than you.  It’s always been us against everyone else.  We survived because we had each other.  If we go it alone neither of us will make it.”
> “You’re lying.  You can handle all those punks at school.  There’s nothing left for you to overcome.”
“You’re wrong.  The fear of losing you haunts me every day.  You’re all I ever think about, and the thought that I can’t help you terrifies me.”
“You were always the one forging ahead when we were little.  Saying that you were the greatest at everything, and you were.  Then, you started hanging out with Gilda, and they made you question your own worth.”
"Well, let me tell you something.  Nothing has changed.  You just have to believe in yourself as I believe in you.”
> Dash doesn’t say anything for the longest time.  You both just stand there holding each other not sure whether or not to let go.
> “Did anyone ever tell you you’re an idiot.”
> You stay completely still.  Unsure of how to respond.
> “But it’s okay because you’re my idiot.”  She says finally looking at you.


> You hug her again.  As her head rests against your chest.
> Your heartfelt moment, however, is abruptly interrupted by a growling noise.  A noise that originates from Dash’s stomach.
> “Hehe.  Guess I didn’t get enough to eat.”
“Then it’s a good thing I threw a pizza in the oven huh?”
> “Oh my god you could have just said that and I would have forgiven you.”
> You both chuckle.
> You’ve both had an exhausting day.  Physically and emotionally.  All you wanted to do was eat some pizza, take a shower, and hit the sack.  Scratch that, just hit the sack, and maybe take a slice of pizza with you.
> After crawling into bed you hear a knock at the door.
“Yeah?”
> “Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
> Your sister sneaks in.  Closing the door behind her.
> “This may sound weird, but could I sleep with you tonight?”
> Under normal circumstances you would have said no, but it’s been a long day.
“As long as you can keep your hands to yourself.”
> “Hey that’s my line!”
> “So you’re okay with it?”
“Come here, you big baby.”
> With a silent pout Dash crawls into your arms.  Having admitted defeat.
“Goodnight.”
> “Night.”


> A week comes and goes, and you’re no closer to figuring out whether or not you’re in love with your sister.  You keep telling yourself that even if you did love her she’d never feel the same way about you.
> She has a boyfriend and you have a girlfriend.  Well, she had a boyfriend.  Things with Quibble were short-lived.  Dash never said anything about why they broke up, but you could tell that he pissed her off a lot.
> That whole week you had off you contemplated telling Derpy you wanted to see other people, but you didn’t want to break it off before you even approached Dash about your feelings.  And how were you going to approach her about that?
> Nothing in your whole life could have prepared you for this.  When you daydream all you think about is your sister.  When you’re on a date with Derpy Dash comes to mind for no reason.
> You felt awful.  Derpy was really into you, and you really care about her.  You loved her in fact, but you weren’t in love with her.
> Somehow you needed to subtly suggest to her that you were interested, and then what?  Ask her if she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you?  God, what were you going to do?
> “Come on Anon, or I’m leaving without you.”
“Coming.”
> Rushing out the door with your gym bag you jump into Dash’s car to go to the gym.
“We going to do both legs and back today?”
> “Sure.  Won’t be going anywhere tomorrow that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, no kidding.”
> There was a winter storm being forecasted later tonight.  Anywhere from six to eight inches.  School was definitely not happening tomorrow.
> When you arrive both you and Dash warm-up before moving to the leg machines.
> Not five minutes into your workout you noticed some guys ogling your sister with their eyes.


> On the surface you didn’t show any emotion, but underneath you were really agitated.  Every time you come here this happens.  Don’t people have any self-restraint or decency?
> Then, you had an idea.  After Dash finished a set to switch machines with you.  You planted a firm slap on her ass.
“Nice work.”
> “A-Anon!”
“What?”  You say with complete innocence.
> “Wh-why’d you do that?”
“No reason.  Just wanted to tell you you’re doing a good job.”
> “Well, you could have just said so.”
“Yeah, I could have, but you seemed to like it.”
> “Shut up.”
> After that the other guys didn’t really pay much attention to Dash.
> Mission accomplished.
> You continue to subtly mess with Dash throughout the workout, and she gets a few jabs in at you.  Telling jokes all the while.  It was fun.
> You wish you could always be like this.  Just you and your sister working out and telling jokes.  It wasn’t much, but it was something.
> Then again, did you want this?  If you really loved her wouldn’t you want more?  To be able to talk to her openly about EVERYTHING.
> What would she say if she didn’t feel the same way.  What would she say when she inevitably turned you down?  Could you still live the way you were doing right now?  Could you both forgive and forget like every time before now?
> But you already knew that answer, and it was no.


> Be realistic Anon you’re talking about falling in love with your sister.  People would never talk to you, not that people went out of their way to engage you to begin with, on top of socially sandbagging you.
> The best thing you could do was to forget about your feelings and move on with your life.
> “Anon.  Hello, earth to Anon.”
“I’m sorry what?”
> “Geez what’s with you?  You’re spacing out on me.  What do you have on your mind that’s got you so out of it?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
“Come on bro you’re terrible at lying.  What’s on your mind?”
> Great.  Do you try and make something up, or do you just stonewall her?
"I really don’t want to talk about it.”
> “It’s that tough huh?  Well, let’s wait until we get home to talk then.”
> No, please just drop it.
> For once in your life you wish your sister would ignore you.  In the past she was always there to cheer you up, but now.
> The whole car ride back all you could think about you were waiting for her to say something.  Thinking of a million different ways to answer every possible scenario.  At one point you remember what Fluttershy said to you but quickly shoot that option down.
> This wasn’t some Disney movie where you’d confess your love, and that person would like you for story reasons.  This was real life.  With your real sister.
> Dash pulls up into the driveway, but she doesn’t say anything.  Did she forget?  No way, she’s just waiting for the right opportunity to ask.
> You both shower and plop onto the couch, but before you can turn on the TV Dash grabs the remote.
> “Oh no you don’t.  Talk first, shows later.”
> You take a deep breath and sit up.
> Welp.  You guess you’re doing this.


> “Soooo?”
> You take another deep breath.
“I know you won’t believe me if I say I can handle it, but trust me when I say I can handle it.”
> “Okay.  Are you going to tell me what IT is?”
> …
“There’s another girl I have a crush on.”
> Dash doesn’t respond immediately, but you could tell that she was surprised.
> “Another girl!  No way!  You’ve never been interested in girls until Derpy started crushing on you.  When did this happen?”  Dash asks excitedly.
“I don’t know.  I might have been a long time ago, but I’ve never put the pieces together until now.”
> “What is she like?  Is she an athlete?”
“Dash I don’t want to talk about this.  I’m having a hard time thinking about what I should do.”
> “Wait are you considering dumping Derpy for this chick?”
“It’s crossed my mind.”
> “Ah man you must be crazy about her.  How did I not know about this?  Wait… is it one of my friends?”
“No, but it doesn’t matter.  I know she doesn’t feel the same way about me.”
> “Wow wow wow slow down.  You just said that you’re in love, but you’re not going to even try because you don’t think she’ll be into you?”
“I know she isn’t.”
> “Why is she seeing someone?”
“Not that I know of.”
> “Anon come on.  You might be a smart guy, but you’re totally clueless when it comes to women.”
> Ain’t that the truth.
> “You’ll never know if you don’t give it a shot.  Besides, you’re one of the best players on the baseball team.  All chicks dig jocks.”


> This was so weird.  Talking to your sister about this.  Part of you just wanted to tell her the truth, but the rest of you knows that’s not a good idea.
> “I really wish it was that easy Dash.”
“It is though.  All you have to do is walk up to her and ask if she’s interested, and if by some chance your right and she isn’t you just keeping dating Derpy.”
> “I guess.”
“Well, you’ve got today and tomorrow to think about it.”
> She tosses you the remote and takes a seat right next to you.
> “I actually don’t feel so hot.  Here.”
> You hand her back the remote and go to your room.
> What a mess.  What you wouldn’t give to back to your grade school days where everything was so much simpler.  No romances, no fights, and no worries.
> Just the innocent little kid moments with your sister.
> You only come out of your room once mom comes home to have dinner.  Once you were done eating you all sit in the living room and watch a movie together.
> Things haven’t been this nice in forever.  Did you really want to jeopardize all this for your own selfish reasons?
> Why not?  Don’t you deserve to be happy?  All your life you’ve been miserable.  Making sacrifices for everyone and getting nothing in return.
> You look over to your sister laying on the couch.  She’s completely enraptured by the movie.  Blinking only occasionally to prevent her eyes from drying up.
> Just looking at her beautiful eyes and pillow-like lips.
> Why couldn’t she be yours?  It was just like Dash said all you have to do is ask if she’s interested, and when she rejects you just act like nothing ever happened.  What have you got to lose?


> The next morning, to no one’s surprise, the snow had completely enveloped your neighborhood.  Plus, a third of the state of Illinois.
> Mass school cancellations would indefinitely leave you alone at home with your sister.  That is until your mom phoned in saying she wouldn’t be able to make it into work.  Not that you should be surprised.  Any form of travel right now would be dangerous.
> Not exactly wanting to make a scene with mom home you decide to wait for another time.  By the mid-afternoon, your mom suggests you go get a Christmas tree.  Since the roads had been cleared and she had the day off.
> You both agree and drive to the local mini-mart.  You agree on one and strap that six-foot shrub onto the roof of your car.  Spending the rest of the day listening to Christmas music on the radio and decorating the tree.  Just like the good old days.
> Your mom goes to bed early to get up for work the next morning, but you and Dash stay up.
> Should you do it now?
> Now isn’t exactly the time you had in mind, but then again no time would be perfect.  All you needed was a setting where you could be alone together, and no one would know what’s been said.
> You give a soft knock on her door.
“Hey, it’s me.”
> “Yeah what’s up?”
“Can I come in?”
> “Sure.”


> As you enter you see that she’s listening to some music with her headphones on.  While reading one of her favorite comic series Indiana Jones.
> You could feel your heart rate skyrocket as you steadily approached her bed.  Trying your best not to make eye contact.
> Conflicting thoughts gnawed at you every step you took.  Causing your anxiety to quickly build up in your chest.
> People would call you inbred hicks, and the lowliest of scum.  Well, you already get called one of those, but this wasn’t going to help your situation.
> “Got something on your mind?”  Dash asks as she pulls out her headphones.
> Deep breathes Anon.  Deep breathes.  You could feel your mouth dry up.  The same way it would if you were trying to give a public speech.
“I wanted to let you know that I’ll be taking your advice.”
> “And what advice was that again?”
“T-the one about asking out the girl I like.”
> “Oh that.  Great!  Good for you bro.  You let me know how that goes.”
> Great.  That just made this whole ordeal a lot more awkward.
> You slowly move your hand over Dash’s hand to signal to her that you had more to say.
“That’s just it Dash.  I-I…”
> Come on say it!
“Was wondering if you’d be interested in going to the mall tomorrow.”
> Coward.
> “The mall?  Since when do you ever go to the mall?”
“Well, I need some new snow boots.  Plus, I wanted us to have a date- I mean a day of fun together.”
> Woo dodged a bullet there.
> “A date huh?”
“I didn’t say that.  I just…thought-”  You pause as your mental gears grind to a halt.
> “Relax bro it’s cool, but why don’t we bring Derpy along?  Unless you plan on confessing to that girl you like tomorrow?”


> Shoot what should you say?  If you say yes you’ll have to worry about Derpy being with you.  Not giving you a chance to tell Dash how you feel, and if you say no you’ll have to come up with a plausible story as to why this _mystery_ girl turned you down.  On top of not bringing Derpy along.
“Yeah, I plan on asking her out, and if possible I’d want you to meet her.”
> “You sure about that?  First dates don’t usually have third wheels tagging along.”
> Man this would have been a whole lot easier if you had just told her the truth.  At least, that’s what you’d like to think.
“S-She's kind of on the timid side, and I thought it would be a good idea to have another girl there for her to talk to that’s all.”
> “So what you’re ACTUALLY saying is that you want me to tag along with either your old or new girlfriend is that it?”
> That’s what your mouth was saying at least, but your head and heart were singing a different tune.
“Basically.”
> “Hmm.  Alright, that’s fine.  I do owe you after what’s happened the last couple of days.”
“Great.”  You say with great relief.
“Plan on going right after school.”
> “We’ll do.”
> You then say your goodnights and head off to bed.
> It wasn’t pretty, but you could make it work.  A whole afternoon together.  You’d never get a better opportunity.


> The next day after school you meet up with Dash at her car, but she looks confused.
> “What’s the deal Anon I thought you’d have some pretty little lady with you.”
“Well I asked that girl out, and she shot me down.  Just like I thought she would, and Derpy has band practice today.”
> “Oh.”
“Yeah, so I guess it’s just us today.”
> “Guess so.”
> You both hop into her car and drive downtown.  Stopping at the biggest mall you could find.
> “So what do ya want to hit up first?”
“Let’s hit the Old Navy on our way over to Yonkers.  You can never have too many pairs of jeans.”
> “Sure, I’m down.”
> That entire evening seemed to go by in a flash.  The two of you shopped, ate, and rocked till you nearly dropped, and before you knew it 9 o'clock had already come and gone.
> All the while still not telling Dash how you feel.  You keep mentally kicking yourself to do it, but something stops you every time. Whether it be your better judgment or your fear.
> As both you and Dash enter her car to go home she stops for a second and just looks at the steering wheel.
“What’s up Dash?”
> “Anon can I ask you something?”
> From the tone of her voice you could tell it was something serious.
“Of course.”
> “Why did you lie to me?”
“What?”  Lie?  What are you talking about?  When did I lie to you?”  You try to say with all your conviction.
> “This afternoon about asking out some girl.  I know you didn’t do it.”
> Not good.  Can you talk your way out of this one, or is it finally time to get out of the hole you’ve been digging yourself into.


“Why do you say that?”
> “Because I asked one of my friends to keep an eye on you, and they told me you never said anything to any girl.”
> Crap how could you have not noticed?  Which of her friends do you know the least?  Guess it didn’t matter now though.  The jig was up.
“Yeah okay, you got me.”
> “So what’s really been bothering you?”
> You could feel all the stress of the situation on your chest.  As Dash pulled at your heartstrings with every word she said.  Getting closer and closer to the truth.
“If I told you it would ruin our relationship forever.”
> “Oh come on Anon don’t do this to me.  You know I’m not letting this go until I get an answer, so please just tell me what’s wrong.”
> All you could do was stare at the dashboard with empty eyes.  Fighting back tears.  She really did care about you.  More than anyone else, and here you were only thinking about yourself and how you felt.
“I never wanted things to be this way.”
“For you to worry about me.”
“To hide things from you.”
“I just wanted things to be like they used to be.”
“I thought it would be easier if you didn’t know.  The possibility that we'd never talk to each other again just ate away at me.  And I guess it shows.”
> “What are you talking about?  Anon whatever is hurting you just tell me I can help.”
> No you can’t.
“I just want things to go back to the way they used to be.  Before I had all these feelings.”
“Before I…”  You pause.
“fell in love.”


> Everything is silent.  You can’t muster the strength to look at her.  Not even to steal a glance.  For the moment you look at her you know you’re going to cry.
> “You mean with Derpy?”
> God damn it Dash are you going to make me spell it out!?
“WITH YOU DASH!  BEFORE I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU!”  You cry out.
“I know it’s wrong, and I know we can’t be together.  But it doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”
> As the tears flow freely from your cheeks you finally turn to look at her.
> “So all this time.  When you said you found someone else.  Someone you were willing to dump Derpy for.  You were talking about me?”
> You shake your head meekly.
> “Anon…”  She says but doesn’t continue.
“You don’t have to say anything.  Just take us home.”
> You could tell she wanted to say more, but couldn’t put her feelings into words.  Eventually, she just pulls out her keys and puts them up to the ignition, but doesn’t start the car.
> “When did…you know.  Start thinking of me that way?”
> That was a good question.  It wasn’t until about a month or two ago did you even consider it let alone think about it.
“I don’t know, and that’s the honest truth.”
> Silence once again makes itself known, and that silence would carry the both of you until you got home.
> You say goodnight to mom, but go straight to bed after that.  Laying in bed your day clothes still on.
> This was it.  Your life was officially over.  The only thing you wanted to do now was curl up into a ball and wait to die.


> Be Rainbow Dash

> It all made sense now.  Why Anon was acting so weird.  Why he wanted to be with you, but at the same time trying to distance himself.
> He was in love with you.
> Your little bro wanted to be with you.
> Forever.
> How could you not see it?  Rarity was always babbling on about how guys are really upfront with what they want, but Anon wasn’t like that.
> He always put other people's needs over his own.  Especially for you.
> Doing your chores, fighting bad guys, getting arrested, paying off your debts.  All to make your life a little easier.
> And now he gave you one thing that you couldn’t repay him for.
> His heart.
> What were you supposed to do now?
> Say yes?
> Anon must have thought about this forever.  He was so much smarter than you, but even knowing what falling in love with you would mean he still said it.
> Was this your fault?  Did you lead him on thinking it was just a harmless game?
> No, be serious this is your brother you're talking about.  How were you supposed to know that he’d develop feelings for you?


> All this thinking about loving your brother was stressing you out.  Better take a shower before bed.
> You take some clothes to the bathroom with you and close the door behind you.  Running the hot water, and stepping in just to feel the soothing warmth rush over your bare skin.
> Why?
> Why him?
> Had it been anyone else you would have said yes in a heartbeat.
> But you couldn’t.
> If you went down that road there would be no going back.
> Mom would probably kick you both out.  Your friends would never talk to you again, and you could never have kids.
> Well you could, but there was always a chance that it wouldn’t work out.
> You never told anyone this, but you go really excited at the prospect of becoming a mom.
> Having some little squirt running around causing trouble.  Just like a miniature you, or a mini Anon.
> That last part made you pause.  Causing you to think back to the good old days.  When you’d chase each other around the playground.  Share little pieces of chalk.
> A time where your mother didn’t hate you for being like your dad.
> When you and Anon would do everything together.
> Before girls, guys, and sports were all you thought about.
> You were sure that’s what Anon meant when he said, ‘for things to be like they used to be.’
> Reaching for the nozzle you turn the water off and wrap a towel around yourself.
> Barely bothering to dry yourself off you look at yourself in the mirror.
> What were you going to do?
> Anon was willing to throw everything away for you.
> His future, his dreams, and even his love life to be with you.  Yet you couldn’t say the same for any of those things.
> You felt so guilty.  Like you were living a horrible lie your whole life, and now it was finally starting to catch up with you.
> It was all too much.


> Once you had gotten dressed you plop down onto your bed, and do a little more thinking.  The last thing you wanted to do right now.
> It’s not like you could just see each other tomorrow and pretend as nothing happened.  You needed to give him a proper answer.
> Just turn him down so that he can move on.
> You owed him that much.
> You could feel tears pool up in the corners of your eyes.  Imagining the heartbreak Anon must be enduring.  Falling so far as to consider loving his sister.  Only to be turned down.
> You weren’t sure your heart could take it let alone his.
> Maybe you could consider pretending to be his girlfriend for a while.  Then, after spending some quality time together he would get over you.
> Go back to dating Derpy and living happily ever after.
> That’s a possibility; however, unlikely.
> One thing is for sure.  You were way over your head with this.
> Maybe if you got a second opinion it would help clear things up.
> You’ll ask your friends about it tomorrow.  Leaving out the bits about Anon being the one to fall in love with you.
> What made it worse was the fact that you had your eyes on a certain guy from the track team, and was considering asking him out.
> If you did that now and he said yes Anon might never recover.
> You toss and turn until you’re tired enough to wander into dreamland.


> As the morning sun slowly rises over the horizon so to do you.  Your whole body feels like dead weight as you swing your legs over the side.
> Needless to say you didn’t sleep well last night.  You had too much on your mind.
> You make your way to the kitchen and see that Anon is already up.  You skip your good mornings’ and pop in some bread to toast.
> Until you knew what you wanted to say to Anon you weren’t going to say anything at all.  Especially at home where mom might overhear.
> Anon must feel the same way; because he also says nothing.  Not at the table, and not during the drive to school.
> Your first couple of classes are hell.  Between trying to stay awake, and paying attention you must have hit your head on your desk at least a dozen times.
> Once lunchtime rolls you skip grabbing food altogether and just wait for your friends to arrive.
> “Hey Dash what’s with you not hungry today?”  Applejack asks.
“Starving.”
> “Then, what’s the deal?  You’re usually the first in line.”
> “Perhaps she’s experimenting with a new diet.  Though you should at least eat something dearie.  You’re simply a mess.”  Rarity says.
> “I’ve just had a lot on my mind is all.  There’s a guy who confessed to me yesterday.”
> “Ooo Dashie’s got the hot’s for someone.”  Pinkie says.  Seemingly coming out of nowhere.
> “No, I mean I don’t know.  That’s what’s bugging me.  He’s a sweet guy, and I’ve known him for a long time.  But I’ve never thought of him that way.”
> “A long time?  Who is he?  Do we know him?”  Twilight asks.
“I’m not telling you guys who he his.  I don’t want rumors floating around.”  You say while giving Rarity the stink eye.
> “I only speak the gospel when I believe it to be true darling.”  Rarity claims.
> “Doesn’t really matter the way I see it.  You still got the hots for that track stud Dash?”  Applejack interjects.
> “M-maybe.”


> “Then, just tell him you’re not interested.  There are plenty of fish in the sea.”
> “That’s no way to treat an old friend Applejack.  One must consider another’s feelings, and handle it with a little more grace than ‘you’re not my type.’”  Rarity argues.
> “M-maybe you could go on a date with him, and see if you have any chemistry.”  Fluttershy adds.
> “That’s a great idea.  It’s possible he doesn’t know you the way he thinks he does, and if that’s the case he won’t be so heartbroken when you break up.”  Twilight beams.
> A good idea in theory, but you already knew for a fact that you and Anon had chemistry.  Whether or not you ‘loved’ him was the real question.
“I guess I could give it a shot.”
> “Marvelous daring.  Now take this.  You simply must eat something.”  Rarity says.
> She hands you an apple.  Bright red at perfect ripeness.  You take a bite of the sweet and juicy fruit, and it helps calm your nerves.
> “Thanks.”
> Once school was over you and Anon ride home as usual, but as you pull into the driveway you leave the car on.
> You were beginning to have second thoughts about this.  If the girls knew who had asked you out they’d unanimously side against this.  If you couldn’t do it you’d just turn him down you told yourself.
“Dash can we talk.”
> “Um, sure.”
> Maybe you could wait for what he had to say.
“About what I said yesterday.  I never really gave you a chance to answer.  It’s just because I feared what your answer would be."
“In fact I still do, but you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
“Just forget I said anything.  I was being selfish thinking we could be together.  I know you don’t think of me that way.  We're siblings after all.”
“I’m sure there are plenty of guys you’ve had your eyes on that you haven’t told me about.  All of whom will make you happier than I can.”


> Was he giving up?  Just like that?
“I’m gonna go for a walk in the meantime.  Tell mom I’ll be home for dinner.”
> You watched as he opened and closed the door.  Every fiber of your being wanted to stop him.  All of them except your mouth.  Completely frozen agape.
> Why couldn’t you say anything?  He’s your brother god damn it!  You loved him.  Why couldn’t you just talk to him?
> You pound the steering wheel out of frustration.  You were so worthless.
> When it came right down to it you were a bigger coward than Anon.  It wasn’t even a contest.
> That’s when you thought of something.  Anon said he’d talked to Fluttershy when he couldn’t find the words to talk to you maybe you could do the same.
> Quickly pulling out your phone you dial her number.  If anyone could keep a secret it was Fluttershy.
> “Hello?”
> “Hey Flutters its Dash.”
> “Oh hi Rainbow, so how did it go with your guy friend?”
> “I couldn’t say anything to him Flutters, and now I can never talk to him again.”
> “That’s terrible.  What happened?”
> “I chickened out that’s what happened!  Even though Anon poured his heart out for me I couldn’t give him an answer.”
> “Anon?”
…
> “Yeah the guy I couldn’t tell you about.  It was my brother.”
> “Oh my this is serious.  Where is he now?”
> “He said he was going for a walk.”
> “You need to go after him.”
> “I know, but I don’t know what to say to him.”
> “It doesn’t matter what you say to him.  As long as you’re honest he’ll understand.”

> Be Anon


> Snow had gradually started to fall as the sun began to disappear behind the horizon.  Soft crunches of snow accompanied every step you took.
> The street lamps were beginning to power up as day gradually gave way to night.  While the sound of police sirens and train horns carried in the distance.
> Just a regular night in the burbs’.
> You continued to walk until you reached an old bridge.
> Looking over the side you watched the rushing current of the water splash against the riverbanks.  Before stopping halfway to look down.
> In many ways this bridge reminded you a lot of yourself.  Beaten, bruised, and slowly corroding away.
> Expected to carry the weight of the world on its shoulders.  Without so much as a thank you, or a hint of recognition.
> Simply expected to operate and function when told to.  Never taking into consideration how it felt.
“We’ve both got it rough don’t we buddy.”  You say as you lean against the stone railing.
“How long has it been since some proper maintenance has been done on you?  Ten, fifteen, twenty years?”
“It’s supposed to be a happy time of year, yet all we feel is misery.  The only difference between you and me is that you probably never ruined the best thing that ever happened to you.”
> A slight breeze was the only response you received.
“Not much of a talker are ya?  That’s okay I just need someone to listen.”
“All my life I’ve had these things expected of me.  You know what that feels like right?  Well, I never got the whole ‘do drugs to be cool’ shit, but it didn’t matter what I thought.  My dad would always want me to help him out with ‘work.’  I was too young at the time to really know what I was doing, but when my mom found out she put an end to it.”


“I really didn’t mind that much.  I just wanted to spend time with my dad, but by the time mom stopped me from helping him Dash had already started to enjoy it.  Doing work for him without him asking.”
“I suppose that’s why she was his favorite.  Daddy’s little girl.  Doing everything to make him happy.”
“By the time he left Dash was already in a gang.  Picking up where he left off.  Thanks to mom I never went down that road, but not from a lack of trying.”
“When Dash joined that gang she began to become more distant.  My big sis, the person I loved more than anyone, was slowly slipping away from me.  That’s when I decided I’d do everything in my power to be in her life.  For better and oftentimes worse.”
“She’d try to push me away every time I helped her, and mom would say the same thing over and over.  ‘Stay away from your sister she’s nothing but trouble.’  I never did figure out if Dash was just trying to shield me from that life, or if she simply didn’t think she was worth helping.”
“Can’t exactly ask her now.  With everything that’s happened.”
…
“What happened?  Well, that’s a little more complicated.  Thinking back it might have been then when it happened.  Falling in love with her.  I’ll probably never know for sure, but at some point, I started to believe that her life was more precious than my own.”
“Don’t ask why I thought a teenage thug’s life was more important than my own.  There’s a name for the special kind of stupid that I was, and it’s love.”
“Since then my life has been nothing but hell.  It was always hell, to begin with, but this was different.  A place where nothing you do matters and falling in love with your sister are the norm.”
> You exhale a long sigh.  Staring blankly into the flowing void beneath you as small clouds of smoke trailed around your mouth with each breath.
“Sure is a long way down.  Isn’t it.”


> Be Rainbow Dash

> You’ve tried calling Anon’s number three times already, but he isn’t picking up.
> “Where are you damn it.”
> After your pep talk with Fluttershy you were determined to see this through.  Even if you had to throw yourself off a cliff.  You’d get through to him how important he was to you.
> The sun had set, and everyone knew how dangerous it was to alone on the streets at night.  Bad things tend to happen, and you’ve been on both sides.  It never ends well.
> “You better not be in trouble.  If you are I’m going to kick your ass.”
> You cruise up and down the streets of Chicago but don’t see heads or tails of Anon.  Trying your cell phone one more time it immediately goes to voicemail.  Just like all the other calls.
> There was the slimmest possibility that he had gone home already, but if he had shouldn’t he have called you?  Maybe you should double back and do another sweep.
> Making your way across a bridge you noticed a single person leaning over the sidewalk railing.  Was he thinking about jumping?  He didn’t look so good.
> As much as you wanted to stop and say something to him you had to find Anon and fast.  You steal one last glance as you pass him only then did you notice that you knew who it was.
> Slamming the brakes and turning the wheel.  Causing the back end of your car to swing around into the other lane.  Before gunning it back the other way.
> Upon reaching him you again hit the breaks.  Awkwardly parking in the middle of the road.
> “ANON!”
“Dash?  What are you doin-”
> “What am I doing!?  You’re out here in the middle of the night all by yourself what do you think I’m doing!
> Anon simply looks away.  Both hurt and saddened by your presence.
“You shouldn’t have come for me.”
> “And why not you do it for me all the time.  Why can’t a sister help her brother out?”


> He doesn’t respond.  He just turns around to look at the rushing creek below.
> “Anon.  If I hadn’t come out here would you have…”
“What?”  He looks at for a second before looking back to the stream.
“Oh.  No, no I could never do that.  No matter how bad things get there are always people who need me.”
> Without warning you pull him away from the ledge and hug him.  Harder than you’ve ever hugged him before.
> “I was so worried about you.  You should know better than anyone how dangerous it is.”  You say stumbling over your words.
> Anon returns your hug just as strong.
“Yeah.  Guess I haven’t been thinking straight lately.”
> You let each other go but aren’t sure what to say next.
> “Anon listen you’ve been good to me.  Better than anyone else, and much better than I deserve.  But…”
…
 “But?”
> “I need you.  More than I care to admit.  Which is why it’s okay.”
“Okay?  Okay for what?”
> “For us to-” (inaudible mumbling)
“I’m sorry?”
> “You heard me.  For us to be-” (more mumbling)
“Dash if it’s that important just come out and say it.”
> “Oh for crying out loud!”
> Grabbing Anon by the collar of his shirt you bring him down into a passionate kiss.
> Anon struggles at first but eventually eases into it.  Just as you both begin to enjoy yourselves your lips part.  Giving you both a second to catch your breath.
“I-I don’t understand.”
> “Then come closer, and I can help you understand.”


“No, I mean I’m in love with you, and…and you’re really okay with that?”
> “Listen.  It’s still possible that this won’t work out, but I at least want to give it a try.  Got any problems with that?”
“No, I guess not.”
> “I will lay down some ground rules though.  No kissing, no hand-holding, and no physical contact of any kind when we're not alone.”
“Then, what about right now?”
> “Well, we’re alone aren’t we?”
“Yeah, we are.”
> Both of you slowly inch towards each other's faces until your lips meet one another.  Kissing even more intensely than the last time.
“God we’re really doing this.  What am I going to tell Derpy?”
> “Don’t tell her anything.”
“Dash you know I can’t do that.  Seeing you behind Derpy’s back.  It’s not right.”
> “Then, you’ll have to tell her.  Can you do that?”
“I have to.  Whether I want to or not.”
> “Okay.  We should really head home though.  Mom, we’ll probably be worried sick if we don’t show up soon.”
“Yeah.  I’ll call her to give her a heads up.”
> You did it.  You were finally able to tell Anon how you felt, but now you two were dating.  What the hell are you going to tell guys who inevitably ask you out?  Sorry, I’m already dating my brother?  What kind of sick joke is that!


> Be Anon

> You were the happiest man in the world right now.  Dash said she was willing to date you.  Granted she was still on the fence about it, but it was something.
> Now you need a good way of wording a break-up to Derpy.
> You had to be gentle.  Derpy is your longest and only standing friend.  Whatever you said it had to be earnest and sincere.
> The next day you ask Derpy to meet you after school by the tennis courts.  Being the middle of December no one would bother you there.
> “You okay Anon?  You haven’t seemed like yourself lately.”
“You’re right, and there’s a good reason for that.”
> She doesn’t say anything.  Waiting patiently for you to continue.
“I haven’t been entirely upfront with you, and as my friend.  No, as my girlfriend that’s inexcusable, and I’m sorry.”
> “What are you talking about?  What happened.”
> You sigh.  Okay here’s the moment of truth.
“I met someone.  She’s really nice and I’m into her, and she feels the same way.  That’s why I want to try dating her.”
> Derpy’s reaction was predictable.  Shocked, confused, and upset.
> “W-wait you’re dumping me!”
“Yes.  I’m sorry.  I just met this girl so there’s no guarantee-”
> “Just met her!?  We’ve known each other for years and you’re going to dump me for this girl you just met?”
“Derpy, please.  Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.  You still mean a lot to me.”
> It was no good.  You could see that your words were no longer reaching her.  Her eyes became more distant, and her body language was that of someone in disbelief.  Arms crossed.  Legs fidgeting.
> You turn to leave but stop to look back.
“For what it’s worth.  I wish things had turned out differently.”
> “Anon please stop.  I don’t want your apology.  I want you!”
“I know.”  You say slowly walking away.


> The next day you and Dash go to school you see Derpy waiting for you outside the main entrance.  Wearing some ear muffs, a heavy coat, and a scarf to protect herself from the cold.
> The easy thing would be to ignore her and go through one of the side doors, but that wouldn’t be the right thing to do.  You’ve known her for over a decade.  You can’t just stop talking to her now that you weren’t dating each other.
“Dash go on without me.  I need to talk to Derpy.”
> “Sure, I understand.  I’ll be waiting for you inside.”
> Both Derpy and Dash exchange glances.  Giving each other a meek smile.  Leaving just the two of you.
> “Hi Anon.”
“Hey, Derpy.  Listen about the other day-”
> “You don’t have to apologize to me Anon.  I’m the one who was out of line.  You’re free to date anyone you want.  I just wish it could have been me that you ended up with.”
> This was unexpected.  You were planning on giving a long-winded speech about love and how some things aren’t meant to be; however, that no longer seemed necessary.
“I…well.  Regardless I should have told you, and I’m sorry.”
> “Don’t be.  Let’s just try to move on okay?”
“Okay.”
> That went surprisingly smoother than you thought it would.  Now you won’t have this giant cloud of guilt hanging over your head.
> “By the way you never told me your new girlfriend’s name.  Care to share?”
> Just as you thought you were out of the lion’s den you stumble into a bear cave.
“D-didn’t I?  I could have sworn I mentioned it yesterday?”
> “Not that I remember.  However, I was really distraught.  Can you tell me again?”
“Ah, maybe later.  I think I’m late for my first class.  See ya.”  You day dashing off without giving her a chance to object.


> That was close, but sooner or later she’s going to find out.  You’ll have to tell her.
> “So how’d it go?”
“AH!”
“Jesus Dash don’t sneak up on me like that.”
> “I saw you running away just now.  Does that mean you two are cool now?”
“More or less.  I didn’t tell her about us though.”
> “Why not?”
“I don’t know how’d she react, and with us being at school I don’t want someone overhearing me.”
> “Bro you worry too much.”
“So does that mean you’re going to tell your friends.”
“I, well…”
“See.  Not as easy as you think is it?”
> “I’ll do it.  I just have to make them promise not to tell anyone.”
“And you think that’ll be enough.”
> “I just have to make it a Pinkie promise.  Then, it’ll be good.”
“I hope you’re right.”

> Be Rainbow Dash

> Lunchtime finally arrives and you sit in your usual seat with your friends.  No one has mentioned anything about your secret crush yet, and you only had another ten minutes before classes started again.
“By the way Rainbow Dash.  Did you and your secret admirer ever touch base?”  Twilight asks.
> “Uh yeah about that.  I decided to give him a chance.”
> “That’s simply marvelous darling!  Does this special somebody have a name?”  Rarity adds.
> “He does.”  You take a quick peek around you to make sure no one else was listening in.
> “And I’ll tell you who he is if you all Pinkie promise not to tell anyone about it.”


> “What’s with all the secrets?  You’re usually screaming at everyone about how great you are and your relationships.”  Applejack says.
> “Everybody’s got secrets Applejack.  Did you know that I never brush my teeth on Wednesdays?”  Pinkie exclaims.
> “No Pinkie we didn’t.”  Twilight says very flatly.
> “Well my secrets are secret for a reason.  I’ve never told you guys what I used to do when I was in that gang, but you never ask about it.”
> “That’s because you’re our friend Rainbow.  For better or worse we accept who you are.”  Twilight explains.
> “I hope you still think that after I tell you this.”
> “Come now dearie we aren’t the ones to judge who you fall in love with.  You are.”  Rarity adds.
> “Shoot he can’t be as bad as you make him out to be.  Can he?”  Applejack asks.
> “No, but…”
> You hesitate.  Looking amongst your friends you wonder what they’ll think of you once you tell them.  Your eyes pass over Fluttershy.  As she’s is the only one not looking.  You had completely forgotten that she already knew.
> “Alright, but just so we’re clear if I hear anyone gossiping about me and my new boyfriend I swear to god I will hang each and every one of you from the flagpole.”
> Everyone is slightly taken aback by you saying that, but they all collectively bring their hands to the middle of the table just the same.
“Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
…
> “It’s Anon.  Anon is the one I’m dating.”


> Rarity lets go of her fork and drops it into her salad bowl, Pinkie does her best spit take with her juice box, and everyone else just stares at you with their bewildered eyes.  All except Fluttershy.
> Everyone begins to look at one another in an attempt to confirm what they just heard.
> “Anon.  Anon as in-”
> You cut off Applejack by putting your hand over her mouth.
> “Yes ‘that’ Anon.”
> “Wowwie Zowwie Dash!  I didn’t know-”
> “Shhh.  Not so loud.”
> “Anon?  I don’t get it, but I mean what do you plan to do if things get serious?”  Twilight asks.
> “I don’t know.  Probably just the normal stuff that happens in relationships I guess.”
> “Well suffice to say I wouldn’t classify this relationship as ‘normal.’”  Rarity says.
> “I think it’s fine.”
> All eyes were now on Fluttershy.  Saying something none of them were thinking.
> “It may be true that Dash’s love interests may be different from ours, but shouldn’t two people who love each other have the right to be together?  Even if other people think it’s wrong?”
> “Thanks Fluttershy I knew you’d back me up.”
> “It’s not that I disagree with you Fluttershy.  It’s just that if people knew about Dash and Anon their lives would be over.  I mean, aren’t there laws against incest?”  Twilight questions.
> “Don’t you guys get it I don’t care, and neither does Anon.  For a long time now he’s been struggling with these feelings he’s had for me.  He’s kept them hidden because he knew what would happen.”
> “Even so he confessed to me, and I at least owe him a chance to make this work.”
…
> “Well I hope you two can be happy together.”  Rarity says.
> “Me too.”  Adds Fluttershy.
> You’re so glad you have such understanding friends.  Had you told anybody else they would say that you were crazy and should break it off immediately, but not them.


> Be Anon

> School was ending and you asked Derpy to meet you afterwards.  You meet up at her locker and walk together outside.
> “So Anon are finally going to tell me who your new girlfriend is?”
“Actually I’m going to have you meet her.”
> “Oh a-are you sure that’s okay?  I mean wouldn’t it be a little awkward?”
> Normally, yes.  You think it will pan out alright though.
“It’s fine I think you’ll like her.”
> Not a minute after reaching your sister’s car Dash shows up.
> “Sup bro!  What’s Derpy doing here?”
“I wanted to introduce her to my new girlfriend.”
> Everyone pauses for a moment, but Derpy doesn’t quite put two and two together.  Therefore, you speak up.
“Derpy.  This is my new girlfriend.”
> After saying that Derpy only looks more confused.
> “Wait?  Your sister?  Rainbow Dash?”
“Yeah.  That’s why I didn’t mention it earlier.  It’s not exactly something you go announcing to everybody.”
> “I…wh…huh?”  Derpy mutters.
> “Since when?”
“Well just a couple days ago.  As to when I knew I ‘love’ loved her that I don’t have an answer for you.”
> She doesn’t say anything.  Racking her brain trying to wrap her head around the concept.
> “Okay.  Okay.  I guess this makes sense, but how serious are you both about this.”“Well, I know I’m going to be trying my hardest to make it work.  As for Dash, she’s at least going to give me a shot.”
> “Alright then.  I suppose I’ll see you both tomorrow then.”
“See ya.”
> “Later.”


> “You think she’ll be alright?”
“I have faith in her.  She’s not as fragile in mind as she appears.  Besides, now that she knows that it’s you and not some stranger she’ll understand.”
> “You know her a lot better than I do, so if you say it’s okay I’ll believe you.”
“Thanks.”
> You both get in the car and Dash starts to drive you home.  Halfway there though you get an idea.
“Say Dash I know it’s not our usual schedule, but I was thinking.  Since we missed a few days at the gym this week due to obvious reasons.  Do you think we can go now?”
> “I guess, but we don’t have a change of clothes.”
“Yes, we do.  We have the ones from gym class.”
> “Oh yeah.  Then, sure we can go.”
“Great.”
> The first date should always be casual you think to yourself.  What more casual place for the two of you to go then to workout at the gym.
> Dash rolls up and you both change into your already used gym clothes.
> “So what should we work on today?”
“I say abs and back.”
> “I also say abs and back.”
> Of the three routines you do a week abs and back was easily the shortest.  Still, you wanted to get home before mom and have dinner together.
> Before you do anything serious you both take some time to stretch.  That’s when you realized you would both often help each other stretch.
> Maybe this won’t be as leisurely of a first date as you thought.


> Don’t think about it Anon.  Dash maybe your girlfriend now, but you can’t just start groping her in public.  Just don’t look at her and you’ll be fine.
> You manage to get through most of the routine without incident.  That is until you got to leg crossovers.  Each of you would lay on your back.  Crossing one leg over the other while your partner would hold your leg in place to emphasize the stretch.
> You had never really thought about it before, but this could easily be misinterpreted as a sex position.
> Without thinking you gently rub the fabric of Dash’s thigh.  Feeling the smoothness of her skin tight sporty shorts.
> She doesn’t say anything.  Looks like you lucked out.
> Smooth move ex-lax.  Maybe you should think with your head and not your dick.  Seeing as you were nearly at half-mast.
> “Anon?”
“Yeah.”  You say almost too quickly.
> “You coming or what?”
“Yeah, I’m with you.”
> Snap out of it man.  You’ve been on dates with Derpy before you know how to act.  Just play it cool.
“I was thinking after dinner tonight the two of us could rent a movie.”
> “Sure, as long as I get to pick what we watch.”
“No chick flicks.  Otherwise, that‘s fine.”
> “Come on bro use your head.  You think I’d try getting cozy with you while mom’s in the house?”
“You got a point.”
> “Besides I hate those kinds of movies just as much as you do.”
> At least that’s one thing you could agree on.
> “Now let’s do this thing!”


> Your first date didn’t exactly turn out as nice as you had hoped.  The whole time you were supposed to be working out was mostly time spent ogling your sister’s amazing figure.
> With her black spandex pants and blue sports bra.  All topped with her hair put into a ponytail.
> You’d watch her as chest and butt jiggled.  As she slowly built up a sheen of glistening sweat around her body.
> Not to say that weren’t sweating yourself, but your sweat was caused by a different source.
> “You planning on staring at me this whole time, or are you gonna get to work.”
> Oh you wanted to get to work alright, but you resisted.
> In the end, you didn’t get much of a workout in, but you were certainly short of breath.
> You stop by your local drugstore and get a Redbox movie.  Deciding carefully among the listings for something both of you would enjoy, but your mom would have no interest in it.
> Ultimately deciding to rent the LEGO Movie.
> It wasn’t a great movie, but it wasn’t bad either.  Still a one and done though.
> After the movie Dash grabbed a shower while you went to bed.  You thought about going to her room after mom hit the sack, but knew it was too risky.
> If she caught you together like that she’d tear the two of you apart in a heartbeat.
> During school the next day you see Twilight in the hallway.  You thought about saying something to her but felt like it would be too weird given the circumstances.
> You needn’t worry about it though; because, she approached you.
> “Hey, Anon.”  She says in an awkward tone.  Can I talk to you for a sec?”
“Sure if you’re alright with being late to your next class.”
> “Oh don’t worry about that this is important.”
> Apparently she wanted to face this thing head-on.  Because there was only one reason she would want to talk to you in private.
> Following right behind her she leads you to the girl’s restroom.
> Not exactly the best place for you, but she urges you to follow all the same.


> She checks all of the stalls before speaking.  Facing you with a mix of determination and fear.
> “Will you go out with me?”
> You stand there blankly for a second before giving the appropriate response.
“What?”
> “I said would you go out with-”
“I heard you.  It’s just that I’m really confused.”
> “What’s so hard to understand?  I-I like you.”
“No, you don’t.”
> “W-what do you mean no I don’t!”
“Exactly that.  You don’t love me you’re only doing this because of Dash.”
> “N-no I’m not.”
“Twilight, come on even if you did like me you don’t confess to a guy you know is seeing somebody else.  Let alone one of your friends.”
> “You don’t know me!”
“Twilight, just be honest with me.  I dumped my best friend for my sister.  Sorry to break it to you, but I’m not going to start dating you out of pity.”
> “J-just why?”
>…
> “This is wrong and you both know it, so why?”
“Well, that’s not exactly the easiest thing to answer.  Let me ask you.  Have you ever been in love?  Like truly in love?”
> She pauses.  Choosing not to look at you.
> “I thought I did once.”
“Then, you know that love can make you do something crazy things.  Stupid things even.”
> She doesn’t answer, but you can tell from her expression that she understands.
“I’ve been at war with these feelings for a while now, and Dash has been considerate enough to try a relationship with me.”
“She’s truly is the best sister in the whole world, and I’ve been so blessed to have been born her brother.”
“By the way.  I don’t know much about you.  Do you have any siblings?”


> “I have an older brother.”
“And what’s your relationship with him?”
> “He’s my BBBFF, but he’s got a girlfriend.”  She quickly points out.
“Relax Twilight I wasn’t insinuating anything, but you know the feeling.  Growing up together.  Sharing stories, adventures, maybe even a toothbrush.  They’re family, and you’d do anything for family right?”
> “Yeah.  I guess I would.”
“That’s why we’re doing this.  If that answers your question.  We don’t see each other as simply brother and sister anymore, or least I don’t.”
“Dash is still on the fence with this, and only she has the power to end it.  I’m glad that you’re looking out for her, but some things she has to decide for herself.  This is one of them.”
“I love her you know, and if falling in love with is wrong then I don’t want to be right.”
> Twilight lets out a long sigh.  Having seemingly relented.
> “Okay.”
“Okay?”
> “I suppose there’s nothing more I can say.  I don’t like it, but as you just said there’s not much I can do.”
“Great.  I better get going then.  As much as I’d like to I can’t spend my whole day in the girl’s bathroom.”
> As you place your hand on the door you stop for a second to look back to her.
“And Twilight.  Thanks for understanding.”
> “You don’t have to thank me for anything.”
“Maybe not, but still.  Thanks.”


> As the days go by and the everyday simplicities of life return.  You find that it’s not a whole lot different from the way things were before.
> Before you confessed your love for Dash that is.  Which is nice and all, but you were hoping for something a little more.
> A little more compassion.  Like that night she agreed to start dating you.  Not having the fear to have long makeout sessions when you were alone, and maybe do a little more.
> It seemed like your sister was a little hesitant after that.  Perhaps, she was having second thoughts.  You wanted to ask her, but you weren’t sure how you wanted to approach it.
> However, now that school was out for Christmas break, and the holidays were just around the corner you felt like the time was right.
> One day you and Dash had the house to yourselves while your mother was at work.  Dash was channel surfing on the couch, and you were putting together your lunch.
“Hey sis I’m making myself a sandwich you want one?”
> “Nah I’m good.”
“Okay.  Would you want anything if I made it?”
“No.”
> Geez.  Not even a joke about making her a sandwich.  You set yourself up for some kind of smart ass remark, but she gave you nothing.  
“You feeling alright?”
> “Yeah, why?”
“Just asking.”
> You thought now that you were out of school you and Dash could connect a little more.  Hanging out at home was nice and all, but it wasn’t romantic.
> You feel like the only way Dash will start taking this seriously is if you swept her off her feet.
> Now the question was how you were going to do that.  You’re not known for your charming personality.

 
> Maybe you could ask mom, but that would be extremely weird.  You’d rather not consult the internet.  It would only serve to confuse you further.  Dash wasn’t exactly your typical female.
> Then again, it’s possible you were overthinking the- SHIT!
> You rush over to the portable grill to find your sandwich burnt to within an inch of its life.
“God damn it.”
> Well you can’t throw it out.  You could, but you’d feel bad about wasting food.
> Taking your smoldering sandwich and chips into the living room you take a seat right next to her.
“Anything good on?”
> “Not really.  Here.”
> She throws you the remote; which you catch with ease.
> Flipping through the various channels you settle on the Travel channel.
> Bizarre Foods was on, and that got you thinking.  What about a dinner date?
> It would be difficult with mom around.  Perhaps you could eat out.
“Hey sis.  You feel like eating out tonight?”
> “Sure you have someplace in mind?”
“How about someplace nice.  Just the two of us.”
> “Oh umm…”
“What’s up?”
> “Couldn’t we just you know.  Eat at home?”
“Come on Dash you know I can’t cook to save my life.”
> “Well, it’ll be better if it’s homemade.”
> She wasn’t wrong.  However, there’s mom you’d have to contend with.  You also noticed how Dash was quick to shoot you down on the ‘going out’ for a date.  She still must paranoid about people seeing the two of you together.
“I’d love to, but mom wouldn’t be so keen on the idea.”
> “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
> After you finished eating you take your stuff back to the kitchen, and do your dishes.  When you came back it was in the middle of a commercial break, and one of them, in particular, gets your attention.  Giving you a marvelous idea.


> The rest of the afternoon is used executing your plan.  At about 4 o'clock you text your mother telling her that you and Dash were going to eat out.
> Putting on a polo and some jeans you wait by the front door for Dash to finish putting her face on.
“Come on Dash I’d like to get going before mom gets home.”
> “Hey, you’re the one who wants to go to some fancy restaurant.  If it were me we’d just go to Taco Bell or some shit.”
“You still have that fake ID?”
> “Yeah, why?”
“Because I don’t think Taco Bell serves booze.”
> You hear a series of small crashes and bangs come from the bathroom with Dash flying out the door.
> “I’ll put the rest of my make-up on in the car.  You drive.”
> That’s more like it.
“Not ashamed to drink when your date can’t.”
> “The only difference between you and I is that you don’t have an ID that says your twenty-one.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s different about us.”
> “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m pretty sure I have a penis and you don’t.”
> “Oh, and how would you know that?”
“I don’t.  I just trust what people tell me.”
> “Well, would you like to see for yourself.”
> Oh boy would you.
“Maybe later tonight.”  You say while handing over her coat.
> You drive to a small locally owned restaurant and grab a booth.  It was a weekday, so not too many people were around.


> “Hello my name’s Jennifer, and I’ll be your waitress tonight.  We celebrating any special occasion?”
“Just our neverending love for each other.”
> You say half-jokingly.  Which earns you a swift kick in the shin from Dash.
> “Daww how nice.  Can you anything to drink to start?”
“Just a water for me thanks.”
> "You have any vodka or rum?”
> “U-um I believe so.  Did you have anything in mind?”
> “Get me a Captains.”
> “Sure.  I’ll be right back with those.”
“Smooth.”  You say as soon as she’s out of earshot.
> Only to feel the pain of Dash’s foot once more.
“Ouch!  Hey, easy.  This is supposed to be a date remember.”
> “The only reason I came was for the booze.”
> You knew that wasn’t true, but it still hurt to hear her say that.
“Come on sis-”
> “And don’t call me that!  If this really is a date then you have to say my name.”
“Okay.  Dash.  What’s go-”
> “Here are your drinks.”
“Thanks.”
> “Are you two ready to order, or do you need some more time.”
“Give us a couple minutes.  We’ll call you when we're ready.”
> “Alright.”
> You wait for her to leave again before continuing.
“I thought you wanted to start dating me?  What’s with this attitude all of a sudden?”
> She doesn’t say anything right away.  Looking between you and her empty plate.
> “You’re too relaxed about this whole thing.  We’re both taking a huge risk by doing this, and you’re acting so nonchalantly that it’s creeping me out.  Aren’t you afraid?”


“Of course I am.”
> “Then, why don’t you act like it?”
“So you’re saying I should act like a paranoid schizophrenic that doesn’t talk to anyone?”
> “No I’m saying-”
“Dash.”
> You say with deadly seriousness.
“I’ve already decided that I love you, and I’m not going to let anyone tell me otherwise.”
> You reach across the table and grab both of her hands.
"I promise we’ll make this work.  No matter what happens.”
> She gives you a smile; which you suspect is fake.  However, she doesn’t say anything else.
> Once dinner was over you persuade Dash to go to the park with you.
> Thankfully she didn’t drink enough to get hammered, but that’s not saying much.  Considering she downed at least three tall glasses of Captain Morgan.
> “Why’d you want to come here again?”
“I thought we could take a little walk down memory road.  Besides, there are swings here.”
> “Which are covered in snow.”
“Wimp.”
> “Okay mister tough guy.”
> You clean off two seats with your gloves before taking a seat; while Dash does the same.
“Man how long has it been since we were last here?  I don’t remember this seat being so small.”
> “Not since middle school I think.”
> Damn you think to yourself.  Where does the time go?
> You start to swing a little bit but are limited with the frozen over chains and minimal leg space to pump yourself forward.
“Think I can beat my old jump record?”
> “Anon your old jump record was just to the edge of the dirt.  The swing goes further than that.”
“So that’s a yes then?  Well, let’s find out.”


> You leap and granted you made it further than the edge, but not by much.
> “Psht.  That’s nothing.  Watch this.”
> Dash proceeds to stand on top of the seat before swinging back and forth.  You had completely forgotten she used to do that.
> Back and forth she goes before finally reaching her apex.  Letting go just before to get the most out of her momentum.  Sending her high into the sky.  Before landing several yards further than you, and on her feet no less.
> You give a modest applause.
“Very nice.”
> “Yeah, I still got it.”
“Never doubted it for a second.”
> Taking her hand you lead her to one of the park benches located under a street lamp.  Deciding to sit together in the cool still winter air.
> “You were right this does bring back a lot of nice memories.”
“See I told you.”
> “Reminds me of that time you got your leg caught in the merry-go-round.”
“How is that a nice memory?”
> “Because I got to carry you home and feed you chicken and noodle soup in bed.”
> You don’t know whether to laugh or to feel embarrassed.
“I guess when you put it that way it wasn’t that bad.”
> Speaking of carrying people home.
> You grab your sister and cradle her like a princess.
“Care if I return the favor?”
> “Sure why not.”
> You hold her in your arms when it dawns on you.  You still have a surprise for her back home.


> As you pull into the driveway.  The tension in your gut mounts.  Mom may or may not have seen you drive up, and if she did will wonder what you two are doing spending so much time outside.  Better make this quick.
“Hold on a second Dash I have to show you something before we go inside.”
> “What is it?”
“I’ll show you.”
> Making your way over to the bushes you pull out your secret cord and bring it over to Dash.
> “Oh god what did you do?”
“Why don’t you plug this in and find out.”
> Dash takes it from you and carefully puts the two together.
> When the connection is completed a brilliant array of lights flash to life.  An arrangement of pink, orange, white, blue, red, and green lights organized on the roof to say [spoiler] I luv u Dash. [/spoiler]
> It turned out better than you thought it would.
“So Dash what d-”
> Before you could finish that sentence Dash jumps on you locking her lips with yours, and wrapping her arms around your neck.
> After almost a minute she lets go.  It’s only then do you see that there are tears in her eyes.  Which you wipe away with your gloves.
“I’m guessing you like it.”
> She shakes her head meekly as more tears stream down her face.
“Come on let’s go inside before your eyes freeze.”
> All in all this was a pretty successful date.  Thankfully mom didn’t see your little moment outside.  A good thing to because you were exhausted.
> You barely manage to change into your PJs before hitting the sack.  As you hit the bed with a mighty thud you hear your phone make a little jingle.  Normally you would ignore it, but it was Dash’s custom ringtone.
> She sent you a message with a photo attached.  What could she-
> Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my.
> The text in front of the picture said, ‘Come this Christmas you get to open these presents.’


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FIrzzwV8Ks&index=11&list=PL2VJOk2t-ON03nzxvuy27jj7PCmvbjSr6

> Christmas morning.  Each year you would dread it; because for the past couple of years, they’ve been filled with a constant feeling of unease and tension.  All stemming from the conflict between Dash and your mother.  
 > Usually she’d suggest for you to visit your grandmother Betty, but that was no longer possible, and your mother’s parents lived on the east coast.  No way you were going to see them without expensive traveling fees.
> This year however you didn’t have to worry about all that.  Sure your mom would still bicker, but you were all together.
> You and Dash had pretty much outgrown the whole opening presents under the tree scenario, but you would still exchange gifts.
> Dash got you a new wooden baseball bat while you gave her a $50 gift card to Dick’s Sporting Goods.
> All in all, it was a pretty good Christmas, but you had a feeling it was about to get a whole lot better.
> Around dinner time your mom informed you that she was going to a Christmas party that her coworkers were throwing and to expect her late.
> Just leaving you and your sister alone at home.  Perfect.
> After watching her roll out of the driveway you turn to see Dash not three feet from you.  Wearing an extremely seductive look.
> “So, what are we gonna do now?”
“I don’t know.  What do you want to do?”
> “Well, we got the entire evening to ourselves.  Why don’t we order ourselves a couple of pizzas and watch some movies.”
“Sounds like a plan.”


> Dash makes the call for the pizzas and you begin assembling the rest of the spread.  Snacks.  Drinks.  Everything you need for a romantic evening together.
> You thought about grabbing some candles from your mom’s room but decided it was too risky.  You didn’t want her asking questions about why her candles were in the living room.
> “So, what are we going to watch?”
“Well, it is Christmas, so it should be something festive.”
> “The Polar Express then?”
“You read my mind.”
> The first ten minutes mostly consist of you two stuffing your faces, but once little Billy gets on the train everything stops.
> It’s just and your sister.  Laying on the couch together.
> Just as the music for the next song began to play you started to reflect on how you got here.  The struggles, the heartbreak, the confession, and finally the acceptance.  It all led you here.
> To this perfect moment.  Where you could be with the one you loved.  At times you asked yourself if what you were doing was worth it, and most times you couldn’t give a definitive answer.
> But now you knew.  After everything that’s happened, you could finally say it.  That the answer was yes.
> You nuzzle you Dash’s shoulder a little bit, and she looks over her shoulder to look at you.
> “What’s up?”
“Have I told you how much I love you?”
> Dash turns around a little just enough to give you a kiss on the lips.
> “Maybe once or twice b-”
> “Hey are you crying?”
“N-no.”  You say wiping away a tear.


> “What’s with you I thought you’d be happy spending the holidays together.”
“I am.  I’m just so happy that I could cry you know.”
> Dash mutes the TV and turns to face you fully.
> “You’re such a baby sometimes.”
“Says the girl who wouldn’t go on the merry-go-round because the ponies had scary faces.”
> “Those things were hideous and you know it.  Besides, it’s better than that time where you cried when a parrot ate your cookie.”
“Hey, I earned that cookie.  I still dream about the sweet delight that could have been.”
> “Well, if you're so upset about it.  I think I’ve got something for you to sink your teeth into.”
> She slowly inches her face towards you.  Locking lips and swirling tongues.
> You raise your hands and run your fingers through her long hair.  Before reaching her lower back.
> “Come on bro don’t be shy.  I know what you want.”
> Dash sits up in your lap and grabs both of her breasts and pushes them together.
> “Time to unwrap your ‘real’ present.”
> You reach up and squeeze both of her titties.  Causing Dash to moan and groan softly.  You kneed and caress these perfect orbs in smooth swift strokes.  Taking time to memorize the shape and firmness of each boob.
> It wasn’t enough though.  You could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra and the thought of massaging her bare titties was driving you crazy.
> Grabbing the brim of Dash’s shirt you pull up; which she assists by doing the rest for you.
> “Are these what you want?”  She says leaning over you.
> You respond by taking her right nip into your mouth and start sucking.  Dash squeaks a little bit but otherwise doesn’t protest.
> Stroking and nibbling one breast while aggressively groping the other.   You were in paradise.
> “A-anon.  S-slow down.  I-if you don’t I’m gonna gonna-”
> With those words you start to really get into it and slow down only when Dash starts panting.


“You came from just that?”
> “Easy for you to say.  You’re not the one getting their boobs handled like hacky sacks.”
“No I’m not, but you seemed to be enjoying it.”
> “Yeah, well now it’s my turn.”
> Your sister wastes no time and pulls your pants down.  Letting lose your rock hard erection.
> “I’ll make you cum so hard your dick will fall off.”
> Oh you can’t wait.
>Dash starts by licking the underside before suckling the tip of your precum.
> “Tasty.”
> She continues by giving you a series of quick and short strokes before taking the head of your cock into her mouth again.
> You were waiting for her to plunge deeper, but she keeps teasing you by pecking certain areas of your junk.
> At this rate you dick was bound to explode way before it fell off.  You try rocking your hips ever so slightly to try and encourage her to take more of you into her.
> “What’s the matter can’t take it?”
“Yeah, I can’t take it.  Quit teasing me, sis.”
> “No way.  I’m having fun so you just sit back and enjoy it.”
> Minutes go by and Dash continues to play with you.
> Enough was enough.   You needed her warmth like never before.  Placing both hands on her head you slowly inch her further and further down your cock.
> She protested at first, but when you eased her into it she became more obedient.
> Before long she was almost taking your entire length into her mouth.  The softness of her lips coupled with the roughness of her tongue was indescribable.


“Oh god.  I’m getting close.”
> You quicken your pace with Dash.  Not letting up for a second.  She mumbles a bit asking to come up for air, but you don’t let her.
> Not this time.  Nope, she’s just going to have to fight through it for just a little longer.
> With one final push you blast your load deep down her throat.  Not once or twice, but five times you shoot your viscous shots of cum into her stomach.
> The heart-pounding sensation was nearly enough to make you pass out.  However, the tingling sensation of Dash coming off of your cock was enough to keep you awake.
> Her breathing ragged and filled with lust also assisted in reviving you.
> “That was so good.  I might just go back for seconds.”
> True to her word she continues to suck your cock.  At the same time, she swings her backside towards you and starts tugging on her pants.
> You see what she’s getting at and relieve her of her last article of clothing.
> Straddling your face she plants her pussy firmly in front of your face.  Not waiting for her permission you dive right in.  Being sure to squeeze and fondle her ass as you explore her nethers.
> She groans while still sucking you off.  Sending reverberations throughout your cock causing to grunt in turn.  Dash feels this and the cycle continues.
> This chain of pleasure goes back and forth for what seems like hours.  Before finally, you feel yourself reaching the brink again.
> Without saying a word you plunge deeper inside of Dash.  Causing her to return the favor in kind.  You both fight furiously to hold your orgasm as long as possible, but only manage to delay the inevitable.
> As you nut inside your sister’s mouth once more she to lets out a trickle of juices onto your face.
> You’re never going back to masturbating.  From now on it’s your sister’s blowjobs or bust.
> “I’m so ready Anon.  Please do it inside me.”


> With all your hormones racing you had every intention to give her what she wanted, but in the back of your mind your subconscious was screaming at you.  Telling you an important fact that you didn't want to admit.
"Dash we can't.  I don't have any condoms, and you're not on the pill."
> "Well, I got some good news for you bro.  Today's a safe day for me, so you can cum inside all you want."
> This really was the best Christmas ever.  Not only was your family on good terms you were even going to be able to cum inside your hot sister.  It couldn't be more perfect.
> Having your confidence, among other things, restored you pick up Dash like a princess and smooch all the way back to your room.
> Setting her down on your bed before climbing in with her.
> Dash gets on all fours and wiggles her ass at you.  Just begging you to pound it.
> You kneed her cheeks a little bit before giving her a playful spank.
> With nothing left to lose you line yourself up with her cooter, and slowly slip inside.
> You've heard about the tightness of a woman's vagina, but even you suspected that they had nothing on your sister.
> It felt like her inner walls were trying to suffocate your dick.  With each thrust, her pussy pulsed and contracted.  Massaging your cock in ways you didn't even think possible.
> After a few minutes a pounding her from behind you flip her over on her side.  Lifting her left leg for you to shove your dick back inside her.
> Dash looks at you over her shoulder with a deep longing in her eyes.
> Knowing what she wants you to scoot closer to make out while you bang.
"Getting close again."  You manage to squeak out.


> As your orgasm builds you continue to fuck her as fast and as hard as you can.  Making sure to leave nothing in the tank.
> As you unload into her love tunnel you both spasm and twitch from the intense rush of pleasure.
> At this point you've stopped thrusting, but Dash is still slowly riding your cock.
"Geez, slow down.  I still got some love to give you."
> You lie.  Having spent almost all your energy.
> You pull out and shimmy your way down to Dash's nethers.  Cleaning up the mess you made.
> Without hesitation she grabs your head and keeps it where it's at.
> Damn.  You didn't know your sister had such a crazy sex drive.  You hope you had what it takes to make her happy.
> Teasing her clit for awhile you eventually take a few experimental licks inside.  Dash's reaction is instantaneous.  As she quivers at your touch and groans when you enter her.
> "Oh god.  Keep going."
> Not wanting to disappoint her you redouble your efforts; while simultaneously slithering your arms up her sides to begin groping her chest.
> After a few minutes of this Dash climaxes.  Leaving her in a tired and ragged state.
> As she tries to catch her breath you slide up the bed and hug her from behind.
"How was that?"
> "Amazing."
"I'm glad."
> "I don't know why I was so opposed to this.  You and me.  Having sex with you is awesome."
> You're really glad to hear that.  You weren't sure you'd have the stamina to keep up with Dash.


"It could be the fact that we're brother and sister, and if mom found out she would kick us both out."
> "Oh god mom!  She's probably going to be home soon.  I need to take a shower.  You go clean up the living room"
"I can't.  If she comes home now and catches a wif of me she'll know something's up."
> "Then, what do you suggest we do?"
"We could shower together, and if she comes home we can pretend one of us is on the can."
> "Okay, that works, but no funny business.  Just a quick in-and-out."
"I thought you said no funny business."
> She grabs one of your pillows and slaps you with it.
> "You know what I mean."
> The two of you roll out of bed and jump in the shower.  True to your word nothing sexual happens.  Not to say you didn't have a boner the whole time.
> You both throw down all your clothes and grab a fresh pair of pajamas.  Once that was done you clean up the living room just as the movie was wrapping up.
> "So, what do we do now?"
"I don't know.  I wasn't planning on half the stuff we did tonight."
> "Me neither."
> A short silence follows as the two of you contemplate what to do.
> "Why don't we just play video games?"
"Yeah, that sounds great."
> Man, how come you didn't think of that?
"What should we play?  Smash?  Mario Kart?"
> "Definitely Mario Kart."
"Alright then.  Let's wreck some scrubs online."


> Dash picks her Mii character with the Samus suit; while you pick Yellow Yoshi.
> Two hours come and go, but your mother was still not back yet.  You would figure a Christmas office party would be over by midnight.
> Sure they didn't have to work the next day, but still.
"You think she's alright?"
> "Mom?  Yeah, dude.  What are you so worried about?"
"It's just that you wouldn't come home sometimes, and that always led to trouble."
> Dash puts her controller down.  Not quite sure how to respond.
> "This is different.  This is mom we're talking about.  She wouldn't do anything I would do."
> Still.
"It's getting late we should go to bed."
> "Really bro?"
> She says this, but gives a defeated sigh.  Knowing you had a point.
> "Fine, but only if we sleep together."
"Come on sis."
> "Oh relax.  If mom does come home she's just gonna go to bed.  Besides, we never did take care of that 'little' thing that was in the shower."
> Any arguments you had were vaporized by her uttering that sentence.
> You grab her hand and lead her back to your room.
> Dash closes the door behind you as you both fall into your bed.  Kissing and rolling around like a couple of love birds.
> You stop once you are on top of her.  Parting lips to look deep into her beautiful magenta eyes.
"Ready when you are stud."
> Stud huh?  You could get used to her calling you that.  Placing your hands on Dash's hips you slowly begin to remove Dash's pants.  That's when you realize she didn't bother to put on panties.
> Super fucking hot.


> She must have expected this, and if that's the case she's likely not wearing a bra either.
> After discarding her pants you cop a feel to check, and you sure enough.
"Expecting something there sis?"
> "Come on.  Don't tell me you weren't thinking the same thing."
> She had you there.  The only question was did you have it in you to follow through.
> You pull down your pants just enough to expose your junk.  Before, inching down to meet your sister's vag.
> Both of your breathing became shallower.  As you brace yourself for the sensation to come.  Lining yourself up you slide inside her with no problem whatsoever.
> Even though inside it still felt extremely tight.
> Only stopping for an instant as the sensation overtakes you.  Before continuing to fuck her missionary style.
> In the back of your mind you had always hoped Dash would be your first, but never in a million years did you believe that it would happen.
> Wanting to switch it up you flip Dash over and decide to go doggy style.
> You didn't expect it to be much different.  How wrong you were.
> It was like a completely new pussy in your eyes.  A phenomenon that you get to experience for the first time all over again.
> You weren't going to last much longer at this rate.
"I'm cumming Dash."
> "Me too."
> Giving it one last hurrah you push all the way inside her before blowing your load.  Breathing hard into Dash's ear as you finish.
> That was it.  You were spent.  Even if Dash pleaded for you to continue you wouldn't have it in you.
> Thankfully, she seems satisfied as she pulls the covers over you.
"Sorry, but that's the best I can do."
> "It's okay.  You're best is enough."
"Love you."
> "Love you too."


> The next thing you remember is hearing the faint sound of a familiar buzzing noise.  It was your alarm.  Even though you were on vacation you weren't going to sleep in until noon.  You'd lose at least four hours of doing shit.  Like your sister.
> Speaking of which, as the haze of morning drowsiness fades you notice that you aren't cuddling with her.  Instead, you feel a slight movement at the base of the bed.
> Lifting the sheets you see Dash bobbing her head up and down sucking your dick.  She removes her lips from your dick with an audible pop but continues to jerk you off with her hand.
> "Good morning."
"Morning.  What are you doing?"
> "You. What does it look like?"  She says with a playful smirk.
> "Surprised you didn't wake up sooner."
> You would have, but your dick is completely numb.  An entirely new feeling for you.
"How long have you been down there?"
> "What time is it?"
> You look at the clock, and then back at her.
"8:20"
> "Okay.  Then, it's only been twenty minutes."
> Seriously?  You missed twenty minutes of your sister getting your rocks off.  Fuck.
"Are you going to be done soon I have to go to the bathroom."
> "That all depends on you bro.  As soon as you cum I'll stop."
"I don't think that's a good idea.  If I finish now I'll definitely piss the bed."
> "Don't worry I can drink it for you."
> In your mind you mentally cringe.
"Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment Dash, but that's fucking gross."
> "Well, too bad.  I want my breakfast."
> You never imagined you'd have to fight a girl this hard to NOT give you a blowjob.


"Dash look I'll make you some eggs after I wash up.  I'll even jizz in them if that's what you really want."
> "Okay, but I'm going to hold you to that."
> Jesus your sister is crazy.  Next thing you know she'll start asking mom to join you.
> Slowly but surely you make your way to the bathroom.  Looking yourself in the mirror you make the executive decision that it's time for a shave.  Not just for your face, but another area of your body.
> After a half-hour of personal grooming you head for the kitchen.  Pulling out nearly half the fridge you begin organizing your spread on the counter.  Before popping on the stove.
> Instead of butter for the eggs you'd be using something a little different.  Whipping your dick out you hold the skillet at your waist to catch your gooey goodness.
> Thinking back to last night it doesn't take long to reach your climax.  Releasing several juicy ropes of your cum into the pan.
> Note to self.  Put the skillet in the sink when you're done.  Don't want mom coming home and accidentally using it.
> You pop some toast in for yourself and pour out a glass of OJ and milk.
> As you dish up you notice someone enter the kitchen.  You thought it was Dash, but upon turning around you see mom take a seat at the dinner table.
"Mom!  You're home."
> You say with genuine surprise.
> "Don't speak too loudly honey.  I've got a killer headache."
> Hungover.  First time in a long time.
"You want me to make you anything?"
> "That's okay honey.  I'll find something for myself."
"Alright."


> Taking your smut food and running you get to your room and tell Dash to get out.  Electing to eat in the living room rather than your bed.
> "Honey.  Why's the skillet in the sink?"
> Uh oh.
"I haven't cleaned it in a week, so I was going to do that after I'm done eating."
> "Well, one more use isn't going to hurt it."
> You could feel the gears in your head grind to a halt.  As you imagine the utter disgust your mom would have if she knew how 'dirty' that pan really was.
> "Bro what's up with you?  You look like you've seen a ghost."
> You lean over and whisper the details into her ear.  Nearly doing a spit take into her glass of milk.
> "Oh my god you're fucking gross!"
> "DASH.  VOICE.  PLEASE."  Your mother shouts.
> She continues to giggle as you give her the stink eye.
"Says the girl who was willing to drink my piss."  You whisper to her.
> "That's different."
> You don't even know what to say to her anymore.  Electing to just drop it you pop on the T.V.


> Turns out your mother did meet a guy at her office party, and after last night wanted to start going steady.  You were happy for her.  Not only would she be spending time with a new guy it would give you and Dash more opportunities to spend some 'quality' time together.
> Speaking of which, once Christmas break was over things only escalated with your sister.  At first, you would just go on dates, but that didn't last long.  Soon it became sneaking in a quickie whenever you had a moment alone.
> It didn't matter where you were.  At home, school, the theater, a parking lot, a bathroom, the gym, whenever the moment struck you, and you were both always in the mood.
> Thankfully Dash started investing some of her paychecks into birth control pills.  Which meant you weren't throwing money down the drain by purchasing hundreds of condoms.
> As winter slowly gave way to spring; however, practice for both of you started up again.  Leaving you even fewer opportunities to get it on than you were previously allotted.
> As far as you knew mom still didn't suspect anything.  Part of you felt a little bad about not telling her, but you could only imagine what her reaction would be if she did.
> You had talked about it with Dash a couple of times.  She too felt somewhat guilty but knew it was a bad idea to say anything.  At least until you were both in a more stable financial situation.
> If it turned into a worst-case scenario.
> With you and Dash spending more and more time together you began hanging out with her friends a lot as well.
> It's hard to imagine your sister becoming friends with such trustworthy and close-knit people.  It felt like your life had done a complete 180 after you two started dating.
> Being around girls all the time made you less prone to get in fights, and with the added motivation you were doing better in school.  Not that you were doing bad, to begin with, but your grades certainly weren't hurting.


> One weekend your mother informed you that she would be spending the weekend with her boyfriend.  You've seen him once or twice, and he's a nice guy.  Not anything special, but at least he's someone to make mom happy.
> It was still early in the day, and you had been feeling a little nostalgic.  Deciding to start a new file on your Mario 64.  To see how fast you could 100% it.
> You weren't four stars into the first level when out of the corner of your eye you see Dash.  With no pants on.
> "Don't mind me."
> You spread your legs.  Knowing what she's fishing for.  You lean back a little and lift your hips as she slides your pants off.  Leaving them around your ankles.  She doesn't go for the prize right away.  Opting to play with your boy toys through your boxer-briefs.
> Having a weekend with nothing pressing was like finding a pearl in a clam nowadays.  You had hoped to maybe get a round of golf in or something else you don't get to do often.
> Your sister; however, seemed to have other plans.
> The way she brushed her hand up and down the length of your cock.  You could feel the precum sticking to the inside of your underwear.
> God she was such a tease.  You weren't going to be able to think straight if all she did was torture you like this.
> Finally, Dash opens the gap in the front and releases the monster within.  Relief; however, would still elude you.
> She started by running her fingertips gently along the length of your dick.  Before reaching the top, and using her thumb to play with the back of your head.
> You let out a deep groan.  Both of you would tease each other from time to time, but never to this extreme.
"Fucking hell sis.  By the end of the day, I swear I'm going to fuck you so hard that you don't sit right for a week."


> "I can't wait."  She says with your cock propped up against her head.
> She lets her tongue run up and down the length of your dick.  Exploring every inch as if appreciating an art piece.
> You set the controller down.  Mario can get his 'cake' later.  This was far more important.
> Placing your hand on Dash's head she finally starts to properly suck you off.
> Over the past couple of months Dash had become an expert at making you cum.  She knew all your weak spots, and exactly how long to attack each point to reach the end goal.
> Fondling your balls in her hand.  Grinding her tongue along your foreskin.  Focusing the head, and occasionally sticking a finger in your ass.
> You were hesitant initially, but after trying it for yourself in the shower you gave her the go-ahead.
> After a few dozen ventures she could get you off in a minute flat.  Where she would swallow your load every time.
> "It's not every day that we get all this time together.  We should play a game.  Whoever cums more loses, and has to do whatever the winner says."
"Sounds like fun.  We timing this, or are we doing a best of?"
> "I say we go until the sun goes down."
"Really?  I thought you were going to propose that we go until midnight."
> "Oooh?  I like your enthusiasm.  Too bad you're going to lose, and when you do I'm going to have you get 'Property of Rainbow Dash' Tattooed on your ass."
"Yeah.  Well, when I win I'm going to force you to blow me every day for the rest of your life."
> "Pfff.  That's it?"
"And every time I'm going to face fuck you as hard as I can."
> Dash's face turns to that of one with slight worry but quickly regains her composure.
> "Deal."


"Great.  Then, let's begin shall we."
> Taking Dash's hand you stand her up and spin her around before having her sit back down.
"You ready to lose?"
> "Are you?"
> Steadily Dash lowers her hips.  Sliding your cock inside nice and easy.  No matter how many times you fucked this pussy it never got old.  In fact, it got better with experience.
> As Dash bobs up and down you reach around and undo her jacket.  Copping a feel of your sister's nice firm breasts.  You've probably groped her chest long enough to buy her lingerie based on touch alone.
> Not that she'd wear it around the house.  Maybe you should change the nature of your winnings.  Nah, getting blown every day still sounds better.  Then again.  Who says you can't have both.
> You make a mental note to go to Victoria's Secret this weekend.
> While you were off in dreamland Dash was getting her game face on.  Pumping your cock for all that it was worth.
> You were brought back to reality by a fiery tension building up in your balls.  As you ejaculate for the first of many times to come.
> "That's one.  Ready to give up yet?"
"You wish."
> Picking Dash up you lay her down on the carpet missionary style.  Relieving her of her last article of clothing.
> Kissing her passionately the whole way down.
"I love you so much."  You mutter under your breath.
> You knew how much Dash was a sucker for sexy talk.  Especially from you.
"I going to marry you someday you know that right?"
> "A-anon stop."


> You nibbled on her neck as you continued your game of wordplay.
"Did anyone ever tell you you're the vision of perfection?  That angels weep at your beauty, and amazons curse you for your physique?"
> "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh."
(Psssssshhhh)
> And just like that, she was putty in your hands.
"That was fast.  Tied up already.  This is going to be easier than I thought."
> Not giving her a chance to offer a rebuttal you lean in and start pounding her even harder.  Not wanting to give her a moment's rest you lift her ass and begin to pound her like a jackhammer.
> This would continue on for another hour.  Dash and you crawling on every inch of the living room floor.  Having sex in every position imaginable.
> You were tied 6-6 and were both getting really hungry.
"Want to call a time out for lunch?"
> "Sure, but let's take a shower after.  I'm starting to smell something fierce."
"Agreed."
> Keeping one eye on your food and one eye on Dash you get through your meal without any foul play.
> It's when you both reach the bathroom does Dash take the offensive.
> Not even waiting to turn on the shower she's on her knees worshipping your cock.
> Not that you were complaining.  It's just that you're going to have to make up ground now.
> She finishes you off real quick.  Only getting a single spurt for her efforts.
> "Guess I forgot to mention.  Ghost loads count too."


> Needless to say you took a REALLY long shower.  Like so long that you ran out of hot water.  Thankfully, you could cuddle with Dash to stay warm.
> Normally you'd take this competition to your bedroom, but Dash insisted on her room instead.  Vying for home-field advantage no doubt.  Why not?  You were already leading 8-7.
> Pushing you down onto her bed you make yourself comfortable while Dash seductively crawls up from the foot of the bed.
> "Did you know people call my room 'The Reality Check'?
"No, I didn't.  Why do they call it that?"
> "Because it's where dreams go to die."
> From out of nowhere Dash pulls out a pink plastic dildo.  One with dozens of little bumps and already lubed up and ready to go.
> At first you were confused.  Then, inquisitive, and finally terrified.
"W-what are you going to do with that?"
> "Don't worry about it."
> You were very worried about it.
> What happened next?  Well, in Chicago they say.  That Anon's anus was stretched three sizes that day.
> Thankfully Dash's plan backfired on her.  The dildo succeeded in keeping you erect, but the pain of having your ass cavity stretched was enough to keep you from cumming for a long time.
> By the end of the day the final score was 10-9.  A win for all the boys back home.
> And how did you celebrate?  By face fucking your sister of course.
> Best day ever.


> With the beginning of the track and baseball season right around the corner you and Dash were now committing almost twelve hours of your day to school and sports.
> If you thought it was difficult to show your affection for Dash before.  Neither of you had almost any free time now.
> On top of that you both worked weekends.  You for a public golf course, and your sister at the local gas station.  Still, in spite of that, you both managed to go for a jog in the morning and practice at the batting cages after work.
> When Dash's schedule came out for the year you took it upon yourself to see what meets you could attend.  Sadly, there was only a handful.
> One that was at home, and two others that were invitationals scheduled on the weekend.  And that was if your boss allowed you to take the day off.
> Every year you looked forward to the new season, but this year you felt a little sad.  Never before did your life not revolve around school and baseball, and one of those wasn't by choice.
> Now you had a girlfriend.  One that loved you just as much as you loved her, and not being able to spend quality time with her was extremely frustrating.
> If she wasn't your sister none of this would be an issue, but this was the life you chose.  The only thing you could do was hug each other in public, and that only succeeded in igniting the hormones in both of you.
> Maybe you could quit playing baseball.  It would certainly be a lot easier.  Not having to nearly kill yourself every day both mentally and physically.


> One night you get home from practice and drop your bags onto the floor to walk straight to the laundry room and throw everything but your sliding shorts and underwear down.
> "How was your day honey?"  Mom asks.
"It was fine.  Going to take a shower and then pass out."
> "I made some Mac n' Cheese.  You want me to dish you up a bowl?"
"Please."
> Once you've cleaned up you wrap a towel around your waist and plop down on the couch.  Looking at the coffee table beside you you see a bowl and a glass of Kool-Aid.
> As you eat, you ponder as to what you should do.
> For the first time your life was fulfilling.  School was good.  Your social life was good.  Your love life was the best it could ever be.  And you were still active in the sport you adored.  It was perfect.
> Yet, you still felt uneasy.  Your life had never been this good, and you knew in your heart that it couldn't last forever.
> Up until a year ago you've always had to watch your back for one reason or another.  Now, you were basically in the clear.  The feeling of comfort and stability was so foreign to you that you didn't know if you'll ever get used to it.
> "Sweetie?"
> Your mother calling you quickly snapped you out of your self-induced trance.
> "You've barely eaten.  You feeling alright?"
"Yeah, just thinking."
> "About?"
> You pause for a few seconds as you contemplate how to answer.
"Dash."
> "She in trouble again?"
"Nope.  And call me crazy, but I don't think she will be ever again."
> "You're crazy.  This is you're sister we're talking about here she'll always find a way to stir up trouble."
"I mean like REAL trouble.  No more run-ins with the cops going to some drug house to get off.  I think she's finally made it."
> "I certainly hope so."  Your mother says as she takes a seat on the couch next to you.
> "Lord knows I have enough gray hairs."


> The two of you lay around and watch TV until Dash gets home.  Which she immediately B-lines for the shower before joining you in the living room.
> As you sit there quietly watching TV you begin to think you were worrying over nothing.  Dash was close to graduating, your mom was genuinely happy not only for the both of you but for herself as well.
> Maybe things would be alright.
> "I'm beat.  Think I'm going to turn in early."  Dash says.
"You didn't eat any dinner though?  You feeling alright?"
> "Too tired to be hungry.  I'll make up for it in the morning.  Goodnight."
"Nigh
> The next morning you were roused awake by the sound of retching.
> It was Dash.  Luckily she made it to the bathroom before she started puking what little there was in her stomach.  That being said, school was a definite no go today.
> You offered to stay home and nurse her but she insisted that you go anyways.  If it was the flu she didn't want to give it to you or anyone else.
> If you didn't already have it that is.  Respecting her wishes you leave without another word.
> By the time you came back home Dash had completely recovered.  Waiting for you in a chair with a popsicle in her mouth.
"You feeling better already?"
> "Yeah, it's weird.  I just hovered over the toilet for about an hour and then I was fine.  My appetite came back with a vengeance too.  Ate everything in the fridge.
"That's good."
> "Except we don't have anything for dinner."
"Wait.  When you said you ate everything in the fridge you meant EVERYTHING?"
> "That's what I said, isn't it?"
> You take a peek in the refrigerator and sure enough, the only things left were sticks of butter and various dressings and condiments.
"Guess we're having pizza tonight."


> A couple weeks later after a scrimmage game Dash picks you up in the school parking lot.
> Normally, this would have been one of the rare opportunities for you to fool around.  However, as you approached the car you could feel something was off.
"Hey, what's up?"
> Dash doesn't answer.  She just continues to solemnly look at the steering wheel.
"Is the car okay?"
> She nods once.  Still not saying anything.
"Dash, you're starting to scare me what's wrong?"
> "Do you remember the last time we spent time together like this?"
"You mean the last time we had sex or..."
> "Yeah, about a month ago.  I didn't think anything of it at the time, but I think I messed up."
"Messed up how?"  You ask with growing concern.
> She hesitates before taking a deep breath.
> "I missed my period."
> You're suddenly hit with a tidal wave of shock and anxiety as you hold your head in your hands.
"How late are you?"
> "Over a week."
"Has this happened before?"
> "Anon..."
"If it hasn't we could go to a pharmacy and-"
> "Anon."  Dash cuts you off.
> In her hand was the item that you were going to suggest she get.
> "It's positive."
> You slowly recline your car back as your head starts spinning.  You felt nauseous.  You close your eyes and slowly rub your temples to try and relieve some of the pressure.  It wasn't helping.
> You look over to Dash who has also pushed back her seat to match yours.  She reaches out her hand and you take it.  Interlocking your fingers together you utter a single phrase to her.
[spoiler] "You're pregnant." [/spoiler]


> "Yeah."
> Your mind was abuzz with thoughts of running away.  It would be so easy.  All they had to do was shove everything they had into the car and then drive.
> To where?  You didn't know.  Anywhere.  Someplace you could hide.  Somewhere you didn't have to worry about showing your love.
> It was then that you felt Dash's handshaking.  You turn your head to see Dash weeping into the car seat as she looked at you.  She hadn't broken eye contact with you since you joined hands.  Staring at you, waiting for you to tell her it would be alright.
> But you couldn't.
> Because you knew it wouldn't.
> The moment you had tried to avoid for months was suddenly here, and there was no escaping it.
> "What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know."
> You both continue to sit there silently as you gaze into each other's eyes, searching for answers.
> "Anon.  I'm scared.  I-I don't want to lose you."
> Her words shattered your calm demeanor and threw you into a well of despair.
> As tears formed in your eyes, you pulled her close and kissed her lovingly.  It was the only thing you could do.  The only thing you knew was right.  Loving her.  Your one true love.
> Why couldn't other people see that.  Dash was the love of your life.  You would and have done everything to make her happy, and you knew she felt the same.
> "Is there anything we can do to avoid telling mom."  She whispers.
"Not anymore."
> "Then, can we tell her tommorrow?  My stomach is doing backflips and it feels like I'm going to throw up."
"Sure.  Let's go home.  I need a cold shower anyways."


> Once you were home you notice your mother's car wasn't here.  You give her a call, and she tells you that she's spending the night at her boyfriend's place.  You tell her you needed to talk in person, but it could wait till tomorrow.
> After you bathe and grab a snack, Dash urges you to sleep in her bed tonight, which you accept without hesitation.
> She sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for you.  Wearing a small t-shirt and even smaller shorts.  
> Without saying a word, she turns off the lights and crawls underneath the covers.
> You follow suit and spoon her in the calm darkness.
> There were still things you wanted to say to her, but it didn't seem like Dash was in the talking mood.  You had no strategy for how you would confront mom and no plan if she kicked you out or called the police.
> If the worst came to pass, you wanted to be ready for it.  Like Dash, you didn't want to be separated by people who didn't understand.
> You slowly rub her stomach; which, causes her to inquire.
> "Something wrong?"
"I didn't want to say it Dash, but there's a small chance that this could be the last night we spend together.  If mom freaks out, we might never see each other again."
> She doesn't say anything, but she knows as well as you do that it was possible.
"If that were to happen, we might have to take extreme measures to stop her."
> "Like what?"
"Mom definitely won't approve of our relationship that much is obvious.  However, she might let us stay here if we bargain with her."
> "Like paying rent or something?  I don't think a few extra dollars are going to persuade her, bro."
"That's not what I was thinking.  Dash, you're eighteen.  Are you sure you're ready to have a baby?
> "I don't exactly have a choice anymore."
"Yes, you do.  You may not like it though."
> At this point, Dash finally turns around and gives you a hard look.
> "Anon, quit beating around the bush.  If you've got a plan just tell me."


"Dash.  If there was a sure-fire way for us to stay together, would you do it?"
> "Of course."
"Even if that meant getting an abortion?"
> Her reaction was more neutral than you were expecting.  Her eyes had softened, but she didn't look the least bit distressed.
"If we're going to try and convince mom for us to stay here we'll have to have that on the table."
> She continues to lay there silently.  Contemplating how she truly feels.
> "Anon, I love you, and I love our child.  If I gave up on them, then I feel like I'd be giving up on us.  And I will never do that.
> "Besides, I want to keep it.  Having a little tiny you or me running around.  I get little butterflies just thinking about it."
"So, that's it then?"
> "Yeah, you idiot."  You're going to be a dad; you should be happy.
> You were happy.  Dash never even considered compromising when it came to something she loved.  Her loyalty to you and your bond never wavered.
> "I know things will be hard for a little while, but we've got the rest of our lives to figure it out."
> She gives you a light kiss followed by an innocent smile.
> "Okay?"
"Yeah."
> And just like that, all your complaints evaporated.  The two of you had left nothing on the table and had now intertwined your fates forever.  From now on, you would sleep in one bed, with one hope, one dream, living one life.


> The next morning, you and Dash sat waiting quietly in the living room.  Mom would be home soon, and then it would be time to face the music.
> You were both nervous.  But no matter the outcome, you would stay with Dash.  You promised.
> As your mother walked in the door, you could tell she was on edge.  Saying you wanted to talk will do that to people.  However, she seemed extra tense when she saw Dash sitting next to you.
> "Okay, how bad is it?"
"Really bad."
> Firefly takes a deep breath to compose herself before continuing.
> "Are we going to have to move?"
"Possibly."
> "Jesus Christ.  I give you kids an inch, and this happens."
"It was an accident, mom.  We didn't want things to happen this fast."
> "And yet every time something happens, that's always the case.  So what is it this time?  Piss off another gang member?"
> "No, it's more personal."
> The two of you stand up and grab each other's hands.
> "We're in love."
> Firefly's expression turned to that of one of confusion.  As the gears struggled to spin in her head."
> "I'm sorry you're what?"
"We're in love, mom.  We want to start a family together."
> You watch as she struggles to find the words on how to respond to such a crazy statement.
> "No, no, you're not.  W-what!?  You're related, you can't start having kids; besides, you're both still in high school."
"Well, it's too late for that."
> Those words gave your mother pause as her feelings of befuddlement morph into ones of horror.
> "Don't tell me.  She's-"  As Firefly points at your sister.
> You both nod your heads.
> It was at that point, it seemed as though your mother was going to throw up.  She began flailing wildly and making a variety of disgusted and terrifying noises.
> She ran into the kitchen and stood over the sink with her hands braced on the sides.


> You wait a few minutes as she rides out her inner turmoil before speaking again.
"We're keeping it."
> "THE HELL YOU ARE!  I'm your mother, and you live under my roof, which means you live by my rules.
"Then, we're moving out."
> "Where the fuck are you going to go?"  You don't have the money to afford your own place, and I'll be damned if you try to take one of my cars."
> "We have friends, mom.  They'll let us live with them if we ask."
> "Even if I tell them about what you really are?"
> "They already know."
> This time, your mother leans over the sink and pukes once.  Quickly washing out her mouth from the faucet.
> "So, I'm the last to know.  Even though I'm your mother."
"And when exactly were we supposed to tell you, mom?"
> "Never, because you should have never made love to your sister."
> "I thought you two were smarter than this.  Especially you, Anon."
"We took precautions.  It just-"
> "I messed up."  Dash chimes in.
> "Of course.  Why am I not surprised."
"Mom, we can play this same tired game, or you can say something more productive."
> "Like what?"
> She stands there looking at the two of you, asking for a genuine answer.
"Like maybe you won't kick us out and cause additional stress for Dash and the baby."
> "So, I'm just supposed to stay quiet about this?  Pretend my children aren't a couple of incestuous freaks?"
> "THAT'S IT!"  Dash roars.
> [spoiler] "FUCK THAT!  AND FUCK YOU!" [/spoiler]
> "Anon is the only one who has always cared about me.  He's saved my skin and supported me through thick and thin, and you're here always criticizing us.  He makes me happy, and I know he'll never leave me."
> "I may be a screw-up, and maybe I don't deserve to have such a perfect brother like him, but he loves me anyway.  And even though he's my brother, I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else.  When I'm with him, I feel complete."


> Dash places her hand on your cheek as she turns to you.  What she wanted was obvious, so you gave it to her.
> You kissed.  The most passionate kiss you could ever conceive.  In defiance of God, society, and even your mother, you kissed your lover.
> What she had said and done had moved you.  Never had Dash stood up for you like that.  And all of you knew when Dash set her mind to something she would do it, no matter what.
> Firefly looked like she was about to cry.  And though it pained you to see your mother like this, it was necessary.
> "Mom.  I'm eighteen.  Which means I'm an adult.  I get to choose what I do with my body, and I'm deciding to have this baby whether you like it or not."
> And that was it.  Nothing else needed to be said.  Everyone knew where you stood and all that was left was for your mother to reach a decision.
> She rubs her face and runs her hands through her hair for a while before finally speaking.
> "Get out."
"Pack your things and get out."
> And so you did.
> For a time, you stayed with Derpy while Dash lived with Fluttershy.
> By the time graduation came around, you and Dash had both taken up full-time jobs to afford the expenses of moving into a small and cheap two-bedroom apartment.
> In doing so, you each had to give up playing sports, but it was a small price to pay for the love you shared.
> Dash's friends threw her a baby shower to commemorate the occasion.  Not all of them were sold on the idea.  But respected that it was her decision.


> 8 months later

> Today was the day.
> Nothing could have prepared you for this moment, and yet, you felt at ease.
> As you stood next to Dash in the hospital bed, you held her hand.
> Dash was tough, but even she couldn't hide the agony she was in right now.
> Her body, soaked with sweat, labored breathing, and the intermittent yelling out in pain.
> "You're doing great, ma'am.  Keep going just like that."
> Dash lets out a short scream, and you clutch her hand tighter.
"Honey, look at me."
> Dash turns her head and gives a half-smirk.
> "Don't worry, Anon.  I got this."
> As she says that, she lets out another guttural scream.
> "You're crowning.  Just one more push."
(Baby crying noises)
> The two of you were exhausted both emotionally and physically, but it was all worth it.  As the doctor finished cleaning off the baby, he handed it to Dash.
> "It's a girl."
> Both of you were on the verge of tears as Dash softly cradled her newborn daughter.
> "She's perfect."
> "Have you decided on a name yet?"
> Dash looks to you, and you answer.
"Scootaloo."
> "Excellent.  We'll give you two a few minutes."
> After the doctors left, you nearly collapse into the chair next to the bed.
> You were a dad now, and Dash, a mother.
> Speaking of which, hasn't taken her eyes off of her daughter since she got her.
> "You're so lucky kiddo.  You just got born to a super cool mom and the world's number one dad."
"Hey, let's not jinx it five minutes in, okay.  I've got years to learn how to fuck it up."
> Dash giggles to herself.
> "Don't worry about him.  He's too modest for his own good.  He took care of me when I couldn't, so you'll be in doubly good hands."
> You smiled at that.  Even as you sat there, in your exhausted state, you felt like you could sing to the heavens.
> Your princess had given birth to an angel.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YGc6RMOYF8


> After being discharged from the hospital, the three of you went home.  What you hadn't planned on was Dash's friend Pinkie to throw a party.  After their initial resistance, all their doubts evaporated the moment they laid eyes on the baby as you walked in the door.
> Derpy was even there.  Honestly, you couldn't have asked for a better friend.
> And even though you hadn't talked to your mother since you moved out, you knew your life would be okay.
> With Dash by your side and a collection of loyal friends, it made your life more than bearable.  It made it a life worth living.

The End