Saving Anon (RGRE)

>”I swear to fucking god Anon, I will kick the ever living shit out of you!”
“You were adopted.”
>”Nice try asshole, that shit hasn’t worked on me since I was five.”
“Damn, you were at least tolerable then.”
>”And you weren’t such a worthless shitbag either back then. Now clean up the living room, and get your nasty underwear off the couch.”
>Your ever loving little sister, the girl who somehow got sent to this magical world of happiness and all that jazz was not exactly a good roomie.
>She just didn’t know how to unwind or relax.
>Then again you did have to hand it to her, for the most part she did takes things pretty well.
>She had a job, and still looked out for your dumb ass.
>Back home she never really cared about you, but being in a different world, and you being the only family she had here kind of put things in perspective.
>You think.
>”And why the fuck are your socks in the DAMN sink?!?!?”
>Boy did she need to get laid
>You heard Thunderlane’s standards were pretty low, maybe you could set them up or something.
>First though, you needed to clean up all your stuff.
>Coggy wouldn’t let up on her tirade otherwise.
>Grabbing the offending articles of clothing from the area you made off towards your room.
>Living in horseland wasn’t so bad, you had a home, a steady income, and between having to live with a she-devil it could be worse.
>Going back to the living room you did note that your sis was now visibly more relaxed, eyes closed and just sitting on the couch.
“Rough day?”
>”Nope, just had to deal with a bunch of retarded equines who can’t do simple arithmetic. How about you?”
“Helped a small slave dragon re-organize a library to some hair-brained new system of cataloguing books.”
>”Sounds beyond exciting.”
>Good thing her sarcasm was still working.
“So what do you want to do for dinner?”
>”Don’t care, as long as it’s edible right now I don’t give a rat’s ass.”
“I still have some fish in the freezer from when I went fishing.”
>”You know, Mom was wrong when she said you were completely worthless.”
“I hope you choke on a dick.”
>”One can only dream.”

>Earlier that day….
>You are Incog.
>Or Coggy as your brother likes to call you.
>You’d like to think yourself a sane individual.
>But to tell the truth that may not be the case here.
>When you and your big brother arrived here you were scared shitless to be completely honest.
>Talking miniature horses, magic, flying horses, and did you mention the little fuckers talked?
>Yeah, words and everything.
>But that wasn’t even the icing on the cake.
>Your brother, no matter how weird he came off, took this whole thing like it was just another day in the park.
>None of it phased him.
>Somehow thanks to the big Princess who lived in a castle, like the playsets you had when you were younger, you both managed to avoid being dissected for science.
>At least that’s what you told yourself at night.
>She got you both a home and jobs.
>You wouldn’t starve or freeze to death at night, so win-win right there.
>The biggest issue you faced at the moment was
>”Hey Incog!”
>Her.
>And not just her.
>Every damn mare in this god forsaken world.
>You watched with a glazed looked in your eyes as the pony talked.
>The words nothing more than a white noise that might as well have been gibberish.
>You knew exactly what she was going on about.
>Your brother.
>These damn horses were always asking about him.
>Trying to get you to set them up.
>Asking if he was available, shit like that.
>Seriously what the fuck?
>You might have hated Anon, but it would be a cold day in hell before you let him get fucked by horse.
>He may have left you alone with your nutjob parents to go off to college, but you weren’t about to let him go down that road.
>”So what do you think?”
>Snapping out of the happy little world in your head you stared at the yellow mare who looked at you with hope in her eyes.
>Hope that as a responsible sister, it was your duty to crush beneath your heels.
“I think you can shove it up your ass.”
>Nailed it.

“You’re WHAT?!?!?!”
>”Thanks for the burst eardrum, but I’m going on a date.”
>Oh sweet baby jesus no, this is what your crazy mother warned you about.
>”Just wait and see honey, Anon’s out there, the world will corrupt him, those liberal colleges will turn him into one of those lunatics on Jerry Springer.” She warned.
>She was right, the old bat was right.
>Breathe girl, maybe you can talk some sense into hi… yeah this is Anon we’re talking about.
>Maybe you could beat some sense into him.
“Now Anon, I know things have been crazy for us here, but seriously? Dating a pony?”
>Play to his ego, then squash it like a bug.
>”Why not? Sure Twilights my boss, but she’s nice and doesn’t automatically try to rip my clothes off like the flower sisters.”
“THEY DID WHAT?”
>”Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, so anyway, we’re just going out for a cider, pizza and to get to know each other.”
>That’s how it starts, next he’ll be telling you that he’s into that furry stuff like that weird kid from high school.
“Anon please for the love of GOD tell me this is one big practical joke otherwise I might just beat the crap out of you.”
>That’s right, just laugh and say “Gotcha” like the old times.
>Say it.
>SAY IIIIIITTTTT!!!!
>”Calm down Coggy, it’s not like we’re getting married here.”
>And with that he walked out the door.
>Off to meet that horse princess.
>If you ever made it back home and people learned that your brother dated a horse you would never be able to look anyone in the face again.
>They’ll say “You could’ve stopped him” and “Why didn’t you stop him?”
>No
>There was still hope for his idiotic ass.
>You were his damn sister, and you weren’t going to let him devolve into some pony fucking creep.