Yandere One Shots.

Mob Boss Pinkie Pie

>You are Pinkie Pie, the top Mob Boss not just in Ponyville, but all of Equestria.
>Not even the Princesses wanna be on your bad side.
>You rule the underworld with an ironhoof, and not a single pony dares go against you.
>You live a life of luxury as the ponies of the world dance to your tune.
>You slump further into the park bench you're resting on.
>Wouldn't that be nice.
>You just finished shutting down some upstart family who had the audacity to run a hit on your family.
>Thankfully no one died, but Claud got his rear-leg busted up.
>You payed that debt tenfold, but still.
>What'd the morons think was gonna happen, messin' with the top dogs like that?
>It's not like you enjoy bringin' down kids like that, but this is real life pal.
>You don't pull any punches. If they wanna play hardball, then you're gonna play cannonball.
>You've gotta assign men to manage the new turf, make an example of the couple bozos you kept alive, go through the various paperwork you can never seem to escape...
>The list just goes on.
>You'd woken up in a bad mood for some reason already and some punks adding more work to your pile just made it worse.
>This park bench is the only time you're gonna get to relax today.
>You feel somepony sit next to you, and crack an eye open.
>The fuck is this thing?
>... Oh right, this is that Human person the girls told ya about.
>You wave a hoof behind the bench to stop your bodyguards from coming over and giving this thing a "friendly welcome"
>You can respect the balls it takes to just sit next to someone like you.
>Whether or not he's gonna leave with those balls depends on what he does.
>"Rough day?"
>Huh?
>The Human is just starin' forward at the trees, weird hand things folded in it's lap, with it's posture slack.
>Ok, it's definitely not threatenin' you.
>What the fuck's its angle?
"Suppose you could say that."
>You'll play along for now. You're curious.
>The freak takes a deep breath.
>It really has the audacity to keep you waiting?
>You almost laugh at the bravery of this bitch.
>Whether it's confidence or stupidity you don't know yet, but you're eager to find out.
>"That's unfortunate. I like to come her on bad days too. Breathe the air and relax. Just let all those worries float away."
>The Human takes another deep breath, and you catch yourself doing the same.
>"You wanna talk about it?"
"What?"
>You're so surprised you can't keep from letting that slip.
>"I've always found talking about what's troubling me helps. Instead of just holding it in, it's better to share the pain a little. I don't mind lending you an ear, so if you'd like you can tell me about all the things troubling you."
>What the?
>Does this monkey-wannabe really not know who you are?
>Cause if he knew you are he wouldn't be fuckin' talking like this.
>He'd be beggin' not be sleeping with the fishes after realizing he sat down next to THE Pinkie Pie.
>But... that idea of his does sound tempting.
"I dunno, sure. But don't go backin' out early ok? I got more problems than most."
>He looks at you for the first time in this conversation and gives a gentle smile, "I've got nothing but time."
>What a punk...
>And so you let it all out.
>You doctor the story so that he doesn't figure out you're a mob boss.
>Claudes leg is from an accident, the clan you ground to dust a rival company. So and so forth.
>He listens to it all with just the occasional nod, and acknowledgement that he's paying attention.
>When you finish you don't even realize it's been over an hour.
>At some point a couple tears escaped, but the Human either didn't notice or is nice enough to pretend it didn't.
>You take a couple deep breaths and sit in silence with the human for a couple minutes.
>"That's rough, buddy. Losing family hurts. Thank god Claude is ok. It's important to be responsible and get work done, but don't forget to take time for yourself too."
>"From what you've told me today, you're an amazing pony. You're managing what sounds like an amazing business, you've got people that look up to you, and are even so successful you've got rival companies! So remember to take some time to relax, because you deserve it."
>...
>You're stunned.
>It's been so long since somepony talked to you like this, that you didn't realize how much you missed just some common affection.
>Everypony always keeps a flat face, speaks properly, and doesn't dare be rude.
>As well they should, but still.
>You have to hold in some more tears.
>The Human stands up, and only now do you realize just how tall it is.
>You catch yourself wondering just how nice it would feel for it to wrap you up in those long arms and hold you close.
>Keep you safe.
>"I've gotta head off now, but it was nice meeting you. My name's Anonymous, so if you ever need someone to talk to, just come find me, alright?"
>You nod.
>You don't trust yourself to speak in a calm manner right now.
>Then the Human- no, Anonymous walks off down the path.
>Once Anonymous is out of sight your guards approach you with curious faces.
>They heard everything of course, and they're just as touched.
>You know these lugs care about you, but they'd never say what Anonymous just said.
>They know it too.
>They look at you awkwardly as you take a couple deep breaths to compose yourself.
>When you sit back up properly and look at them you have your serious face back on.
"I want Anonymous shadowed. I wanna know everything about it. Where it lives, what it does, who it knows, fucking- what it's gender is. I want a full goddamn profile on that thing on my desk next morning. Am I fuckin' clear?"
>Your guards snap to attention and give a resounding, "Yes Boss!"
>You get up and start trotting back to your mansion, a newfound energy welling within you.
"Oh!"
>You pause, and your guards stop discussing how to get the job done to look at you.
"And if a single, fuckin', hair on that weird smooth face it has is disturbed, you will tell me who did it, and then you'll tell me which dumbfuck tailing Anonymous let it happen, and while I show the entire world that what I did to the Carrots this afternoon was an act of mercy, am I clear?"
>Your guards are too well trained to show any fear in front of you, but you can feel the shiver they suppress as they let out another, "Yes Boss!"
>With that you trot back to the mansion.
>You've got a good feeling that this is the start of something good.


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Hide and Seek with Anon
>Your footsteps pound against the cold earth
>You ran out of breath ages ago, but you don't dare stop.
>How'd they even find you in the first place?
>You moved to the goddamn Griffon Kingdom to escape those crazy hoes!
>You trip over the root of a tree and come tumbling to a stop.
>Your body refuses to move, you have to catch your breath.
>This is insane.
>Hide and Seek?
>Are they for real?!
>If you get caught you'll be lucky to survive, much less be fit for the next round!
>The sound of footsteps snaps you out of your internal panic.
>Fuck, you can't outrun them.
>You have to hide.
>A quick scan of your surroundings shows no genius hiding spots, but there is a nearby thorn bush.
>You grit your teeth.
>This hurts.
>The thorns dig into your skin from every angle and your clothes provide little to no protection.
>You grit your teeth against the pain, and ignore the blood freely falling from you.
>You come to a stop, and do your best to cover the small entrance you made, and then you wait.
>Her footsteps gradually draw closer, moving at a languid pace.
>Fuck, this really is just a game for them.
>You're barely able to see anything through the thicket you've hidden in, but you don't need much to tell who it is.
>The worst of the bunch.
>Long creamy legs that border on the edge of chubby, and small dainty feet inside pristine sandals.
>She turns to survey the area and you're granted a glimpse of the straight pink hair that she's so proud of.
>"Hmmm... His tracks have stopped, so he must be around here somewhere."
>She takes a sudden and sharp inhale, then shudders.
>"His smell is here too~"
>Freaky fucking bitch!
>You breathe as slowly as possible, your blood running cold as her figure leaves the small window you have.
>Minutes pass, and the adrenaline starts to wear off.
>Your body starts to ache and the scrapes and cuts that cover you start to pulse with pain.
>You can't hear her anymore. You need to get out of this bush and-
>"Hehe, found you!"


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Teenage Flurry Heart
"Whoever it is can I meet them later Mom? I'm really tired from the ride home and just want to rest in my room."
>"Now, now, Flurry, this is a very important person, and I think you'll like him!"
>Ugh, that's the tone she uses for big shot diplomats and nobles.
>If you have to smile and shake hooves with one of the sick fucks who run this kingdom you might throw up.
>Mom takes your silence as compliance, and continues, "Meet your new step-brother, Anonymous!"
>"Huh?"
>A weird bi-pedal creature that vaguely resembles some cross between a diamond dog and gorilla enters the room.
>It's wearing a full set of clothes, but that's not what captures your attention.
>What gets your attention is it- his face.
>Completely fur-less, compassionate eyes, and a smile only rivaled in warmth and kindness by Mom.
>Your social training kicks in and you manage to close your mouth before too much time passes.
>Mom explains all the circumstances surrounding your new family member and it makes you hate the world all over again.
>Before going to that prep-school you'd wonder how anything could be so cruel.
>Now you're wondering how he survived it all.
>"Um... nice to meet you, I guess you're my sister. I hope we can get along."
>His voice is soft and caring, and it makes you want to listen to nothing else.
>You realize with a start that you haven't responded and that Mom is chiding you, but then-
>"It's ok Prince- um, Mom. I'm sure she's just tired, and this is a lot to take in after all."
>You're shocked once more.
>At the school any sign of weakness or social shortcoming was mocked viciously and instantly.
>You were the daughter of a princess so nothing was said or done to you directly, but you could still here their whispers.
>See those disdainful glares.
>But he just...
"Sorry, you're right, I'm just tired. I'm Flurry Heart. I guess I should call you my Big Bro?"
>Big Bro scratches the side of his in embarrassment.
>This is clearly awkward for him as well.
>"I'm, uh, actually younger than you."
>Ohmygosh what?
>But he's so tall!
>He's almost bigger than Mom!
>Mom giggles and says, "Anonymous is a human, and they can grow up to be even more than 6ft tall from what he's told us! You two seem to be getting along, so why don't you go play somewhere? I have to help with dinner. It's your favorite sweetie!"
>The thought that you'll be having your favorite meal, made by your mom herself is almost entirely eclipsed by the concept of spending time alone with Big Bro.
>You're still gonna call him Big Bro.
>It'd be weird for him to be your little brother when he's that tall.
>Mom walks off and now it's just the two of you.
"Um, do you wanna come to my room?"
>Ohgosh why'd you say that?
>You can't just invite a boy to your room the first time you meet!
>But... but he's your brother, so it's ok, right?
>Yeah it's fine to invite Big Bro to your room.
>Well not that he'd accept any-
>"Sure!"
>He said yes!
>It takes an immense amount of willpower not to jump in happiness.
>You magic your bag alongside you and lead Big Bro through the winding halls of the castle to your room.
>Neither of you say anything.
>Big Bro is probably just being polite, but you're way too nervous.
>What if you say something awkward or stupid and he doesn't like you?
>I mean Big Bro obviously isn't like those ponies at school, but you still can't risk saying something stupid!
>But you wanna talk to him and hear his dulcet tones again!
>As your mind goes in circles on this issue, you arrive in front of the door to your room before you know it.
"W-well here we are!"
>You idiot, why'd you stutter?!
>You said it in your head like 20 times just fine, so how come you can't say it normally just one more time?!
>"Oh, so this is why Princes- uh, Mom said not to come to this part of the castle. I guess she didn't want me wandering into your room on accident."
>He either didn't notice you stutter or is too much of a saint to point it out.
>You make a mental not to thank Mom for not letting him into your room later.
>You open the door for him with, what you hope, is a friendly smile.
>You would've died from embarrassment if he saw your-
>"Woah, that's a lot of dolls."
>Ohgoshnonono, no, no, NO!
>It's over! Finished!
>Your entire doll collection is on display!
>They're even propped up and posed around the room!
>Mom must've set them up like this as a sort of welcome back gesture!
>Big Bro walks into your room and you're too stunned to stop him.
>He picks up Mrs. Fluffy and tears well up in your eyes.
>It's all over.
>He's gonna think you're a childish idiot.
>He's gonna think you're dumb for still liking dolls at your age, he-
>"Wow, they're so pretty. Are all of these yours?"
"Y-yes."
>You idiot!
>Why'd admit to it?
>You should've said that some of them were from other kids!
>Lying is bad, but the thought of Big Bro not liking you is worse!
>Your one opportunity to salvage this and-
>Did he just call them pretty?
>"That's amazing! I can't believe you how so many dolls, that's so cool!"
>Big Bro is looking around your room in amazement now.
>Did he just indirectly call you amazing and cool?
>You walk into your room, closing the door behind you.
"You like dolls too?"
>Big Bro stops looking around the room in wonder and blushes in embarrassment.
>Ohmygosh, he's even cuter when he blushes.
>"Y-yeah. I like dolls, but back on Earth my parents never let me have them, and the other kids always made fun of me for it..."
>Your heart mourns for him, just the memory of what his life was like makes him look so sad.
>It makes you want to just lock yourself away with him forever and keep him safe from everything.
>You quickly trot over to him and pick up the doll he dropped with your magic.
>You hold it up to him.
"Th-This is Mrs. Fluffy! She runs a bakery with her husband Mr. Fluffy, and is very good at knitting!"
>Big Bro stares at you and Mrs. Fluffy for only a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity.
>Then he grins, "Wow! Do all of them have names?"
>You nod excitedly.
>Time flies as you and Big Bro play with your dolls.
>You have... a lot of them.
>They were... are, your favorite toy, and when some noble found out you started getting gifts of them by the dozen.
>You thought they were just being nice at the time, but now you know they were only doing it to get in your mom's good graces.
>A small part of you had been dreading coming back to all these reminders of how horrible so many ponies are, but playing with them with Big Bro makes it all Ok.
>At some point Big Bro noticed you looking kinda sad when picking up certain dolls and asked about it.
>You tried to just play it off at first, but he kept asking and eventually you gave in.
>You told him everything that happened at school.
>The bullying, the name-calling, the harassment, the lack of interference from the teachers, the list goes on.
>As you say everything Big Bro just sits there.
>You don't have the mental capacity to try and analyze him and you don't want to.
>All those horrible memories you've fought to suppress are rampaging through your mind and you fall to the floor in tears.
>No sooner have the floodgates broken than do you feel two strong arms wrapping around you.
>You don't even register at first that Big Bro is hugging you.
>When you do throw yourself into him and he holds you tight while petting your mane.
>He's so warm.
>Feeling his embrace around you makes you feel safe.
>Like Mom did when you were little, but... even more so.
>You can't fully describe it, the feeling is like nothing else you've experienced.
>Big Bro strokes your mane until the tears stop, and then keeps doing so afterwards.
>The fatigue from the long ride home, worrying about Big Bro liking you, and the stress of that horrid school hit you all at once and you fall asleep in his arms.
>When you come to you're still in his arms
>Big Bro is fast asleep himself
>Somepony must've come by and given the two of you a blanket and pillows
>The pillow meant for you is thrown off to the side.
>You blush as you realize you must've clung to him even in your sleep.
>As you rest against Big Bro your thoughts begin to wander
>First to how lucky and blessed you are for Big Bro to be part of your family now.
>And then to what he said about his old life.
>What he went through sounded 10 times worse than anything you saw at school
>While playing with him you noticed he was constantly hesitant.
>Restraining himself.
>The memories of what happened to him when he got too "cocky" must've been plaguing his mind.
>A firm determination slowly takes hold of you.
>You won't let that happen to him anymore.
>You've seen how horrible the real world is, and Big Bro has experienced even worse.
>So you're going to shower him with love and affection and be the best sister ever!
>You'll give him all the attention and care he could ask for, and won't let anything bad happen to him!
>But what if a bully comes along and tries to do something?
>What if something happens when you're not around?
>As much as absolutely want to, you can't be at Big Bro's side 24/7.
>What if somepony hurts him while you're away?
>Big Bro groans in his sleep and you realize you were holding onto him too tightly.
>You relax your grip and snuggle against him until he's back asleep.
>He's so cute.
>The answer dawns on you.
>If something bad happens to him despite all your efforts, then you just need to get rid of the bad thing.
>If you remove the source of the issue, then it can't pop up again.
>You can't believe this didn't occur to you before.
>It doesn't matter if the bad thing is a bug, an object, or even a pony!
>You'll eliminate all obstacles for Big Bro because you love him.
>You'll make Big Bro happy.
>Only you, can make Big Bro happy.
>You'll get rid of anything for Big Bro.
>All in the name of love.


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Luna
>You grip the knife harder.
>If you let go, then you lose.
>You stare at the clock on the wall.
>12:47 AM.
>This is the final hurdle.
>You just can't fall asleep.
>You sent the letter to Princess Celestia.
>You called in every favor possible, and payed over half your life savings to ensure it'd get delivered in one day.
>Which means this is the last night.
>You just have to...
>You need to hold...
>Gah!
>The pain brings you back to your senses.
>This is the third cut you've had to make tonight and it's not even halfway to morning.
>You grab the alcohol and was cloth, clean the wound, and put a band-aid on it.
>You forgot to get more band-aids during the day so you might run out.
>You've been forgetting a lot of things.
>You've gone a full month now without any sleep.
>Well not entirely nothing.
>When you absolutely couldn't stand it you snuck in short power naps, one hour at most in length.
>But only during the day.
>For whatever reason she's weaker during the day.
>Your older tactics involved constantly moving around, never letting yourself sit still.
>That almost ended in disaster.
>Now you focus on keeping your eyes open, and your mind active.
>Just don't blink.
>Dont, blink.
>Don't blink.
>Don't-
>Ahgh!
>Ice cold water is mercilessly dumped on your head as you slump over.
>This was your last, and most powerful defense against sleeping.
>A noose tied around your neck connected to a big ol' bucket of ice water.
>The freezing liquid brings you back to your senses if only temporarily.
>The problem here is you don't have another bucket ready.
>You look at the clock.
>2:47 AM.
>Almost halfway.
>This is doable.
>You just need to keep it up.
>You stand up on shaky legs.
>You don't have more ice-water, but any water is better than none right now.
>You blearily drag the bucket with you towards the kitchen.
>As you enter the room you freeze.
>She's there.
>A mane like starlight and a coat that acts as the perfect midnight backdrop.
>She looks... amused.
>And... concerned?
>Your lack of sleep must be messing with your ability to read expressions.
>But that doesn't matter.
>How is she here?
>You pinch yourself.
>You're not asleep, you can't be, the pain, the sensations, the fear, it's all too real.
"What... no, how are you here?"
>"Why wouldn't I be here, my dear Anonymous? I will admit, you are far more stubborn than I anticipated, but I am even more patient, I assure you. One thousand years of solitude is the best teacher anypony could ask for in that regard."
>Your legs give out, and the imposing alicorn now towers over you.
"But... I didn't fall asleep! You can't be here! I was almost there! How are you here?"
>She laughs condescendingly.
>Or is it pity?
>"My dear Anonymous, you don't give me enough credit. You haven't been paying attention."
>You scramble back into your room, knife held out toward her.
"What do you mean? Explain yourself!"
>"Think about it logically dear Anonymous. A human cannot go so long on only the occasional one hour nap no matter how much caffeine they intake.
>What does she know? You got through college in much the same way, why wouldn't it work here?
>"And more than that, how did you continue to function in society?"
>Huh?
>"So manic as you are, how could you function at your job? Or any manner of work?"
>You just... you managed!
>It was difficult, but you powered through!
>"Why did nopony question your issues? Surely you must have noticed how sensitive the ponies of Equestria are. They would not let you suffer silently."
>That...
>"And where did that knife come from? It's certainly not of any make seen here in Equestria."
>It... it came with you, when you were teleported here.
>It-
>"Anonymous, look at the clock on the wall."
>2:47 AM.
>How has no time passed?
"You- you stopped time?!"
>She giggles.
>"If only I were capable of such a feat. No, that is not what I wished to draw your attention to."
>You look again.
>"My dear, wonderful, Anonymos. Equestria does not have digital clocks, nor the tools to maintain one."
>...
>The world shatters around you.
>The walls of your home crack and groan, then explode into nothingness.
>The floor you sit on simply falls into the endless abyss beneath you.
>You fall, and fall, and fall.
>You hear her speak, "It seems you are not yet ready to accept my love. I am not so crass as to force myself upon you. I'll be waiting Anonymous. I will wait for as long as it takes.
>...
>Gah!
>You look down at your leg.
>The wounds just keep piling up.
>You're on your 18th bandage now.
>You look at the clock.
>12:47 AM.
>This is the final hurdle.
>All you have to do, is not fall asleep...


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Sgt. Reckless
>"You call yourself soldiers?! I've seen fillies run better than you lot!"
>Goddamnit.
>You fucking hate the princess.
>Humans aren't free from the draft?
>She made that up on the spot to get back at you for eating the last piece of cake!
>Petty fuckin' bitch.
>It's not your fault she just left it out!
>"Anonymous! Don't think I haven't noticed you slacking! 10 more laps! And come to my office once you're finished!"
>She had to have told this fuckin' whore of a horse to go extra hard on you.
>Of course you're not gonna be able to keep up with the ponies, you're not a fucking quadruped for one thing!
>Your CO has been riding your ass over every little possible mistake.
>You actually did everything perfectly once and she punished you for trying to be a show off!
>You suck in air and keep putting one foot in front of the other.
>A couple of the other recruits give you a sympathetic look, but dare not say anything.
>It was established pretty early on what happens if they say anything about how I'm treated.
>After that first "incident" you've been basically isolated from the rest of the squad.
>You're gonna kill that goddamn princess if you escape this hell hole alive.
>...
>Your body aches, your shitty clothes are drenched in sweat, and you're hungry.
>But none of that can be fixed until you go to The Bitch's office.
>This is the first time she's called you here and you have to wonder what kind of special hell awaits you.
>You knock on the door and hear a grunt come from within.
>You do your best to maintain proper posture, but your body just isn't having it.
>You open the door and walk in.
>You look around to see where you need to salute, but don't see your CO.
>You definitely heard her allow you in.
>Maybe-
>OOF!
>Your world goes sideways, then upside down, and suddenly your vision is obscured by brown fluff.

>You just barely manage to keep your head from hitting the hard wood floor.
>Guess all that training wasn't for nothing, but you're gonna feel this pain in your back for a week at least.
>You're drawn to your senses when you hear a sharp inhale.
>And it's not your own.
>You focus your eyes and strain your head to see that your CO is...
>On top of, and sniffing you.
"What the f-"
>"Oh dear sweet Celestia you don't know how long I've been waitin' for this Anon."
"Why a-"
>"I was about ready to quit this job and then you appear to me like a gift from the gods! Hell, you basically were! Princess Celestia herself told me to take good care of you!"
"Ok but-"
>"And then, ooooh~ and then... it started off with just the normal bravado, but you got something in you I ain't seen in a pony since my father~"
"That's kinda creep-"
>"These lily-livered ponies just don't got it Anonymous. Not like you. You've got fiire~ in you. A strength those foals will never understand."
>She pauses in her manic monologue to inhale deeply again, her snout pressed flat against your chest.
>What the fuck is wrong with this mare?
>"So I stepped it up a little. I thought for sure you'd break. All the other ponies did. But you... Oh you just kept going! I threw the world at you and just asked more~"
"No I really-"
>She silences this complaint by viciously biting your face.
>You assumed that's what she was going to do, but then you feel her tongue in your mouth, frantically thrashing around, and realize she's kissing you.
>Jesus Christ lady, dinner and a movie first!
>She pulls back just as suddenly as she started, leaving both of you gasping for air.
>She doesn't have any trouble continuing her deranged rant though.
>"How could I leave you alone? Only a few days? I was supposed to let you go after only a few days?"
>Huh?
>"Well lying to the Princess is a capital offense. Basically treason, but I had to! I had to keep you here Anon!"
>Holy shit.
>"Don't worry though Anon,"
>Oh you're plenty worried.
>"I wouldn't jeopardize our future together with something as dumb as prison time, nooo, I have it all planned out."
>She starts shimmying on top of you.
>With how weak you already are, and her literally restraining you you can't do much about it.
>"Y'see Anon you might not be aware of this, but when a mare chooses her mate, they're mates for life!"
>Oh god no
"Don't I get a say in this?!"
>"Oh!"
>It looks like the idea has only just occurred to her.
>"Of course not Anon~!"
>Fuck this shitty monarchy.
>They're all misandrists.
>"And besides~"
>You realize with a terror that her shimmying had a purpose beyond being disturbing, and your pants are now lowered just enough for to-
>"You wouldn't disobey orders from your sergeant would you?"


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Princess Cozy Glow
>That took... longer than you thought.
>Yes, it was a big plan.
>And even though it went off basically without a hitch...
>You grind your hoof against the throne.
>It took more time than you had intended, which means...
>Hearts and Hooves day is tomorrow!
>How could you blunder this badly?!
>You've only just installed yourself as the new ruler and there's too much for you to do still!
>You can't just vanish to Ponyville to ask him out!
>Well, you could, but it would make the past few months all worthless!
>If you're not the princess you won't be able to provide for him!
>Or yourself, for that matter, but that's a secondary issue.
>One of the new guards you've hired approaches you and bows.
>He's afraid.
>You can sense it.
>It makes sense.
>He's one of the few who knows the truth about the old princesses unfortunate "accidents."
"Speak."
>Your voice is strained, and this causes the poor guard more discomfort.
>"Y-yes, your highness. I bring good news!"
>He'd better.
>You're still not entirely certain letting him live was the right decision.
>"His Lord to be Anonymous,"
>Ohhh, that sounds good.
>Lord Anonymous~
>You suppress the full body shiver that wants to run through your body upon hearing that.
>"arrived in Canterlot just minutes ago, and can be brought to the castle as soon as you give the order."
>...
>HE WHAT?
>You freeze, and the guard takes this as anger on your part.
>"I-I am of course, keeping him fully guarded and safe by both a visible and secret platoon of the finest spies and soldiers, all of which are of course male. His Future Majesty is currently residing at a specially reserved hotel with the surrounding 2 blocks sectioned off from the public to prevent any accidents! My soon-to-be Lord has been told that he's won a contest to meet with the princess! If this displeases you-"
>You snap out of it.
"This is fine. Bring him here at once. Maintain the current security operations. I am pleased that you've kept his detail composed of stallions, make sure that continues to be the case."
>The guard visibly sighs, but you decide not chastise him for it.
>"As you command, Princess. Is a 20 minute arrival time acceptable? We can hasten proceedings if you desire, but it might cause-"
"20 minutes is fine. Bring him here."
>"At once, Princess."
>The guard gives a smart salute and marches out.
>... 20 MINUTES?
>That's not nearly enough time!
>You need to shower, apply the perfume he likes, put on some make up- just a little, not a lot, and being especially careful with the blush, check your hair...
>But how could you delay meeting with him?!
>The whole reason you overthrew this goddamn country!
>You zoom to your chambers where a unicorn servant hurriedly helps you prepare.
>After exactly 19 minutes have passed you are calmly sitting on your throne once again.
>Well, you're calm on the outside.
>Inside you're screaming, squeeing, and crying all at once!
>And then your thoughts are silenced as HE walks in.
>You see the guards close the door behind him, offering you salutes as they do so.
>It's just the two of you now.
>Alone.
>Only the iron will that let you lie and cheat even to the face of the Element of Honesty keeps you from hyperventilating.
>"Uh, hi."
>OMGHESAIDHELLOTOYOU
"G-greetings, Anonymous."
>YOU STUTTERED!
>YOU MORON!
>You kept a calm face and tone while giving the last princess the drink you personally poisoned, and you can't even give a simple greeting?!
>"I was told that I won a contest or something and you would have more details? Honestly it kinda felt I was being pranked, but those guards had official documents and everything."
"Yes, Anonymous. There's something I wish to ask you."
>You get up from the throne and walk towards him as regally as you can.
>A million doubts and questions storm through your head, but one of them surfaces above the others.
>He's so much taller than you.
>You doubt he remembers, but you recall when he pat your head on your first meeting and called you a good girl.
>He has zero comprehension on how much that meant to you.
>That thought keeps pounding in your head.
>What if he says no?
"Will you please be my Special Somebody for Hearts and Hooves day?"
>It strikes you that the answer is actually rather simple.
"In your world I think the phrase is, please be my valentine~"
>It doesn't matter if he says no.
>It doesn't matter if he doesn't like you, or even if he hates you.
>Because you'll just make him like you.
>You overthrew an entire monarchy using nothing but wit and charisma.
>How difficult could it be to conquer one little heart?


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>You realize it all of a sudden.
>You're having that dream again.
>Memories of having this dream every single day since you entered this god-forsaken horse world flood your mind at once.
>Every single day you have this dream.
>And you never remember it.
>You try to resist, but you can't stop your gaze from slowly turning to the left.
>There she is.
>Like always.
>A mane as all encompassing as the sky you sleep under and eyes as deep as the void you currently find yourself in.
>There is nothing here.
>Only her.
>She says something, but you can't make it out.
>She isn't whispering, she isn't quiet, but you can't hear what she says.
>She doesn't want you to hear.
>Not consciously anyway.
>This goes on for an eternity.
>Time has no meaning in a dream, no connection to the outside world.
>You spend a millennia with nothing but her smooth, velvet, unhearable voice.
>Her enchanting mane.
>Her beautiful eyes.
>Just as you begin to wonder if this is reality, and the life you previously had the dream-
>"Euuuaagghh..."
>You wake up with a vengance and a mighty yawn as always.
>Maybe it's because you're getting more exercise, but you've slept like baby ever since coming to pastel pony land.
>You sit up from your bed and glance at the unused dream diary on your night-stand.
>Twilight had given it to you as some kind of like psychological counseling thing.
>But ever since coming here you haven't had any dreams.
>Which kinda sucks because you to get really crazy dreams sometimes back on earth.
>Like one time there was a dream where everyone turned into dinoasaurs, except for you, who turned into a fucking giant spaceship and-
>... Well you don't remember anything else, but that's pretty cool sounding.
>Whatever.
>You go to brush your teeth and perform the daily morning routine.
>You have a play date with La Luna later today.
>It's unknown why she gets so determined to have these hang-out sessions with you, but you're not complaining.
>She always takes you to a nice-ass restaurant, and foots the bill to boot.
>Hooves it?
>Doesn't matter.
>The two of you'll usually then just go walking for a bit before chilling at your place.
>You'll shoot the shit, maybe play some board games or something, and then she'll drop you some cash on the sly.
>... Is she your sugar momma?
>Hmmm...
>Eh, best not to think on it too deeply.
>As you leave your house, you do recall one of the first conversations you had with her.

>"So what is your highest fantasy, Anonymous?"
"My highest fantasy? Like, in what way?"
>"If there was anything you desired, and you could have it, what would it be?"
"I dunno, probably just an easy life. I don't wanna struggle or have much conflict ya know?"
>"An admirable goal."
"I guess a sugar momma would probably the easiest way to get that to happen."
>"A... Sugar Mother?"
"Oh, it's an Earth expression. Just a nice lady that I'd go on dates with and stuff who'd drop me some money and food in return."
>"How specific. And you truly desire this?"
"Oh yeah, it'd be like a dream come true..."


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>You're walking through Sweet Apple Acres.
>The sun set many hours ago, and only the moon lights your path.
>The only sound is that of your feet making impact with the earth.
>You try and remember why you're here.
>You were... helping AJ with the farm.
>You don't remember what you were helping her with.
>She asked for your help.
>She came to your house asking for help, and was very insistent about it.
>There wasn't anything you had to do for the day so you agreed.
>And then...
>You don't remember.
>Next thing you can recall is standing in the middle of orchard with her.
>She said she was happy for your help and that she was gonna go grab something form the barn, then bounded off.
>She never came back.
>You don't think...
>You don't think the orchard should be this large.
>You lean against a tree and pause to catch your breath.
>You look up at the night sky.
>The two moons stare back at you.
>...Two moons?
>Was there always two moons?
>They're pretty.
>Like a pair of beautiful eyes, always watching over you.
>You try and think on it.
>You don't remember ever talking about there being two moons, or anyone else mentioning it...
>Which must mean it's normal.
>Nobody talks about boring normal things.
>You keep walking, taking solace in the twin beacons in the sky that guide your path.
>...
>You think you're starting to hear things.
>Whispers that tickle your senses.
>Or is it the wind?
>In normal circumstances you might write it off as the wind, but you're started seeing things too.
>A shadow, flitting betwixt the trees.
>Always just too far away for you to see anything.
>...
>You're definitely hearing things.
>Words flow into your ears like a never-ending river.
>Promises of love, devotion.
>Promises of security, safety.
>Promises to destroy all that would harm you.
>Promises to destroy you should you ever love another.
>You try to ignore them.
>The shadow has started getting closer.
>You think it's a pony, but it's hard to tell.
>You occasionally hear the crunching of leaves; the snapping of sticks.
>Occasionally it gets particularly close and you see a flash of something green before it retreats.
>You look up at the twin moons.
>They stare back at you, and the curtain of stars around them shine brightly.
>The stars weren't there earlier.
>It must be very late now.
>You keep walking.
>...
>The words are like a storm now.
>Still spoken at a whisper, but loud enough to drown out all else.
>They say that all you need to do is submit your entirety to them, and you will be safe.
>It's getting harder to ignore.
>The shadow has stopped dashing about, and now walks alongside you.
>Still out of sight, but close enough for you to hear their hoof steps.
>Their hoof steps are the only noise that pierces through the words.
>You're starting to see the shadow as more of a companion, than a threat.
>Just like the moons guiding your path.
>You look to the sky once more.
>The moons stare at you as always, but you notice a constellation.
>Just below the two moons, it resembles a mouth.
>Smiling down on you.
>For the first time, you look away from the sky and feel discomfort.
>It's hard to say why.
>Something brushes against your leg and you freeze.
>The words get louder now, drowning at everything else.
>You fall to your knees, and manage to use your arms to stop yourself from entirely falling to the ground.
>Your heart is pounding, and instinctively, you slowly raise your head.
>Applejack is right in front of you.
>A determined fervor ignites her expression.
>And just behind her...
>The moon.
>The sky descends and wraps itself in front of you.
>The words are telling you to submit.
>To choose her.
You clutch your hands to your ears, but it does nothing.
>You feel a gentle warmth on the top of your head.
>Applejack's voice pierces the whispers as she says, "It's ok Anon. I'll keep trying. As many times as it takes, I'll keep trying."
>You don't know what she means.
>You start to black out.
>...
>Ugh, it's one of those days.
>You got a day off of work out of nowhere and you have no clue what to do with it.
>You're about to just go back to sleep when you hear a knock on the door.
>You open it to see your friendly neighborhood Cowpony on your doorstep.
>"Howdy Anon!"
"Hey AJ, what's up?"
>"I don't really like beatin' around the bush so I'll just get to it. I've found myself in a spot of trouble on the farm and need some help gettin' work done."
"So you're asking me?"
>The two of you were hardly strangers, but you wouldn't consider yourself close enough to each other to out of the blue ask for something like this.
>"Sure am! There's a lot that needs to be done today, an the gals are all busy with their own thing. It'd mean a lot and I'll be sure to pay ya, so please!"
>While it's true you have nothing to do you don't really feel like doing a bunch of hard labor on your day off.
"I dunno AJ-"
>"Pretty please sugarcube! I'd really appreciate it!"
>She's really giving you the puppy dog eyes.
>You sigh.
"Alright fine, just what do you need help with?"
>"Just some stuff around the orchard, I'll explain when we're there!"
>You reluctantly exit your home and follow Applejack down the path to her farm.
>Hopefully this won't take too long...
>Applejack leads you deep into the orchard.
>You chat with with her a bit, but quickly run out of topics and just fall into a companionable silence.
>All of a sudden she stops, and you nearly bump into her.
>"Oh gosh darnit it Anon! I forgot to get the tools you'll need from the barn! I'll go grab 'em real quick, just wait here!"
>Before you can say anything, she's already galloping off.
>You sigh and slump against a nearby tree.
>A couple hours pass without AJ returning and you're bored beyond belief.
>It'd not quite dusk yet, but the sun is starting to dip low.
>You grunt and stand up.
>Chances are she just forgot you're out here and got caught up doing other shit.
>You start to walk.


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>"Thank you again for coming Mr. Anonymous."
"No problem Twilight, I'm always happy to make time when needed."
>Twilight smiles at you happily, "It's nice to see that you're taking Cozy Glow so seriously."
"So this meeting is about her then? ... She didn't... do something again, did she?"
>Twilight waves a hoof frantically while shaking her head, "Oh not at all, quite the opposite in fact. Her behavior has gone up my leaps and bounds! You would hardly think she's the same filly from a couple months ago!"
"That's good to hear. I didn't want to think something like that might happen, but when you called me here out of the blue, I was pretty worried!"

3 months ago you got sentenced to doing a bunch of community service as a punishment for teaching a bunch of kids how to make pipe bombs. You expected to mainly just be doing manual labor and clean-up stuff like usual, but the Princesses didn't want to go so easy on you.

In Twilight's magic friendship school they had a problem child who was going about causing a level of mischief that was getting dangerously close to the levels of a child terrorist. So the princesses made the genius decision of putting this child terrorist in your the custody of another terrorist, you. The filly had no family, and after the shit she pulled, no friends either.

Neither of you really cared for the other at first, but stockholm syndrome is a helluva drug. The two of you became close as any normal family pretty quickly, with you taking on the role of father figure, big brother, and irresponsible uncle all at once. Although Cozy stopped pulling stunts that would get her sent to jail, she was still pretty reticent with everyone but you. It took a lot of gentle encouragement and near constant nagging to get her to find some friends. She always just kept insisting she didn't need anyone but you; that you were the only friend she needed, bla bla bla. Typical child drivel.

Eventually though she started opening up at school, and got some friends. You didn't see them too much outside of when you pick her up because she didn't want them coming over. Poor thing still had trust issues and didn't want her safe space being intruded on. Well, not that you really minded. Just cause you've taken a liking to Cozy Glow doesn't mean you don't find all the other brats any less annoying.

Things were looking pretty up, and then you get called over to the school out of the blue. Cozy Glow was sitting in a chair in front of the Princess's office looking pissed as hell. You were ushered into the office without her, where Twilight then told you about what happened. Apparently some dumbass kid learned that she was an orphan, and I that you had basically adopted her. Said dumbass kid then started bullying her out of sight of all the teachers, and none of the students were decent enough people to report on it. Evidently this had actually been going on for quite a while with Cozy just enduring it. What made her snap was that the shithead started bad-mouthing me. To skip over the legitimately gruesome details, that kid was in the hospital for about a month before transferring to another school. Things were pretty rough for a while after that. Cozy was pretty pissed not just at the bitch who had been bullying her, but also at all the cunts who just sat and watched it happen without saying anything. To be honest, so was I. I gave Cozy Glow a pretty stern scolding in front of the princess and teachers before taking her out for icecream and giving her a high five.

Things kind of regressed for a while. Cozy was back to only really opening up around me, and none of the other kids wanted to get close to the filly who sent someone to the ICU. Thanks to the lessons you learned from the Karen's of earth you raised all kinds of high hell for nobody noticing or doing anything about the bullying Cozy had gone through to make sure she didn't get in any major trouble. You tried to get some compensation or some other kids in trouble for being complacent, but your karen-fu was too weak.

So for several weeks it was back to just you and Cozy. She was a lot more needy after that, even wanting to sleep in the same bed as you. You kept trying to tell her she was too old for that kind of shit, but those puppy dog eyes are something else man. But evidently, things are looking up now. She's making friends again and the other kids aren't being dicks.

The rest of your conversation with Twilight goes smoothly, and you get back home without issue. You decide to give Cozy a reward by cooking up her favorite meal for dinner. If you believed whatever she said, her favorite meal was anything and everything made by you, but you know she has a soft spot for your stew.

>" 'Nonymous! I'm home! Why didn't you pick me up? I really missed you!"
>You peak your head out from the kitchen to shout back at her.
"Sorry Champ, but I wanted to make you an extra special dinner and needed the extra time!"
>Cozy drops her bags off in her room and then happily trots over to you, "Ooo, are you making the stew again? I love that stew so much!"
>You laugh and give her a pat on the head.
"You love everything I make! If you keep telling me it's all so delicious my over-sized ego might just pop!"
>"B-But it's true! I love everything you make! Because you make it!"
>You chuckle again and put your attention back to the food in front of you.
>Kids will be kids.
>"So how come you're making the stew? Did something special happen?"
"Oh yeah."
>You pause your food prep and crouch down so that you're eye level.
>You keep still and use your serious voice.
"I got called into the Princess's office again today."
>Cozy's eyes suddenly go wide and she glances around nervously, "Y-You did?" She stutters.
>You nod sagely.
"I did. And do you know why I got called in, Young Lady?"
>She shakes her frantically, "I-I don't know!"
>You suddenly lunge forward and pull her into a hug.
"I got called in because Twilight wanted to commend you on your good behavior! You just got a Princess Seal of Approval!"
>Cozy relaxes not just visibly, but physically, as she melts into your arms.
>"Don't scare me like that! I thought you were angry at me! I thought... I thought you might hate me all of a sudden..."
>You hold her close and stroke her mane.
"Please, the only way I can get angry at you is if I catch you eating the last cookie without telling me again."
>She giggles at that, "So you'll always be on my side?"
>You give her one last squeeze and then stand back up.
"Of course! I won't give up on you, so you keep up the good work!"
>Cozy smiles happily and trots off to her room with a bounce in her step.
>If you had superhuman hearing, you would've been able to hear some additional, incredibly concerning comments from her.
>"That's right Anonymous. You'll always be with me. Always and forever. I'll put on whatever facade at school it takes to make you happy, so just stay with me. Forever, and ever."
>...
>"Oh! I still need to send those death threats to the grocery mare. If that stupid whore thinks she can just steal my Nonny away from me with her sluttish looks then she's even dumber than the dirt she sleeps on! The only mare Anon needs is me after all~"


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>It’s Big Bro’s 16th birthday today!
>Which is great!
>The last three years have been magical and you’ve been the absolute best sister you could be!
>There was a little friction along the way, like when you had to firmly tell the maids that it doesn’t matter what Mom said, they aren’t cleaning Big Bro’s room anymore (that’s your privilege now), or like when Mom decided you two were old enough to have to sleep in not just separate beds, but rooms too (you still snuck in under Big Bro’s cover whenever you could of course)!
>But all in all it’s been great!
>And normally you’d be super psyched to throw Big Bro another amazing party!
>But!
>... Mom decided to make the party public this year.
>After talking with Aunty Twilight, Mom got these stupid ideas in her head.
>Stuff like he doesn’t have enough friends (when you’re the only friend he needs).
>Or that he isn’t being sociable, or talking to enough ponies (when you’re the only pony who should get to talk with him).
>But Mom wouldn’t listen to you and ended up inviting a whole bunch of ponies and turned it into a whole thing.
>If there’s one saving grace in all this it’s that Aunt Pinkie is gonna help plan the party, and she always throws the best party.
>Now you’re having to stress over how you’ll keep watch over Big Bro to make sure no conniving skanks or pedantic morons try and sleaze up to him.
>And what if someone tries to flirt with him?!
>It’s not like you can remove them right there in front of everybody!
>... Well you might if it really came to it.
>You let out a long drawn out sigh.
>While these questions are plaguing your mind, it’s hardly even the worst of it.
>Mom invited some of the girls from The School.
>You take a deep breath like Big Bro taught you and try to calm down.
>You’re not worried about them shit talking you or anything like that.
>The only opinion you care about is Big Bro’s after all.
>No you’re worried they’ll try to get to you through him.
>Ugh!  What are you supposed to do?
>This is driving you-
>”Hey Sis, everything alright?”
>Ohmygodhe’sinyourroom.
>You use a swift burst of magic to calm down your mane and straighten some errant hairs on your coat before turning around with your best Happy Sister Smile.
“Of course Big Bro!  Is there something you want to talk about?”
>He scratches the back of his head and chuckles, a low melodic sound you can’t get enough of.
>”How’d you know?”
>Because you learned surveillance spells to know where he is, what he’s seeing, and what he’s hearing at all times.
“Because I’m your sister!”
>He gives you a loving smile that makes you fall for him all over again and sits down on the extra large chair you keep in your room just for him.
>You make a mental note to hide the chair cushion once he leaves so that the maids don’t clean it before you get to enjoy it.
>”I’m a little nervous about my birthday.”
>Him and you both.
“Is there anything in particular worrying you?”
>There’s still a few days before the party, enough time to fix anything or anyone he lists specifically.
>”No, it’s just that it’s gonna be my first time meeting so many new people at once, so I guess I’m anxious.”
>You give him a knowing look.
>After literal thousands of hours of staring, examining, studying, and cherishing his face you can read him like the back of a book.
>He’s holding back.
>He sheepishly rubs the back of his head (he’s so cute when he does that!)
>”Well… I’m really concerned when I heard ponies from the scho- uh I mean, that place you went to are invited.”
>You’ve long outgrown getting ptsd just from hearing the name of the place you went, but watching him put in so much effort to make you comfortable, on top of getting an easy excuse to hold him tight is too good an opportunity to pass up!
>”I think- I think I’ll be okay, but what I’m worried about you.  I don’t want them… hurting you again.”
>...
>Ohmygosh, you almost just fainted from sheer joy.
>Is it possible to love someone too much?
>Hearing how much he cares about you made your heart skip a beat!
>He’s too precious!
>You swiftly assure him you’ll be ok with as gentle an attitude you can manage, and see him off shortly after with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
>While you enjoy the affection, your mind is working overtime.
>How could you be so silly?
>When you first met him all those years ago you promised to yourself you’d get rid of anything that might hurt him.
>How could you forget?
>If you can’t get rid of those bitches from your old school at the actual party, you just have to remove them before the party!
>You exit your room with a spring in your step and a smile on your face.
>Getting their addresses will be a piece of cake given the royal authority you wield.
>Aunty Twilight gave you lots of praise for teleporting a few feet after her lessons, but you’re much better at it than you let on.
>You’ll make everything better.
>All for your Big Bro!
>All because you love him!
>All for love.
>All for love...


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>You are Anonymous E. Pie.
>After some magical mishap transported you to this land as a baby, you were entrusted to and adopted by the pie family.
>Life on the rock farm is pretty tough, but you love your family, and they love you.
>Really, love you.
>More than growing up as the only human in the household, you found growing up as the only boy aside from your dad even more difficult.
>Personal privacy is hard to come by in a house as small as yours, and that's without your sisters clinging to you at every opportunity.
>You shudder slightly at the memory of the sit down talk with Mom and Dad about the birds and the bees, and why even though it's a waste of water, you'd no longer be allowed to bathe with your sisters.
>That was a rough day.
>Not for you; you were overjoyed.
>Your sisters were furious.
>Some way or another, Mom and Dad managed to calm them down and you gained a bastion of peace.
>In an even more ideal world you'd have your own room, but you know that's unrealistic.
>Your family can't afford to pay other ponies to build something like that, and you don't have the time to do it yourself.
>They all tell you not to worry about it, but you feel guilty every time they pay for custom clothes and goods for you.
>You're rambling again.
>Not that you're speaking out loud or anything, but if you take much longer you'll get an earful from Mom again for spending too much time in the bath.
>You get out and towel off before putting on the new change of clothes you brought with you.
>When you were younger you would just dry off naked or loosely hang the towel around you.
>Just another thing that changed after "The Talk" with Mom and Dad, and another thing your sisters were for some reason upset about.
>They said that warming up skin to fur was an important family ritual, healthy for you, and a bunch of other junk.
>You don't really get why they were upset about that one.
>It's not like they don't rub against you at every opportunity anyway, and they still insist on warming you up after a bath.
>For some reason you doing it clothed makes it different and worse.
>Your sisters are weird.
>You love them of course!
>But... weird barely even begins to describe them.
>You put those thoughts away, and unlock the bathroom door.
>Another new thing, after "The Talk."
>You're pretty sure the only other lock in the house is on the front door.
>Your sisters were so strongly against stopping your familial bathing that they actually disobeyed Mom and Dad.
>They would sneak in the bath with you whenever they got a chance.
>Naturally your parents were furious when they found out, and this lock was the result.
>You barely get two steps out the door before being tackle hugged.
>You just barely manage to not fall over, and look down to see Pinkie nuzzling herself against your side.
"Sis, you don't have to do this every time I step outta the bath."
>"But what if you're cold? Or you miss me? I know I miss you! And if I miss you, that means you must miss me because you love me so much, and the best cure for missing someone is hugs!"
>What infallible logic your sister has.
>You resign yourself to being hugged for several minutes, again, and start slowly shuffling towards the bedroom.
>This is hardly a new occurrence, and you're starting to get annoyingly adept at moving about with ponies attached to you at the hip.
>You reach the room, and open the door to see you another of your sisters lounging on your bed.
>Yet another common sight, for a whole variety of reasons.
>You often had nightmares as a kid, and climbing into bed with one of your many nearby sisters was much easier than running through the terrifying dark hall to your parent's room.
>The nightmares happened so much that at some point your sisters set up a rotation, and a different one would sleep with you each night.
>Your parents tried to get them to stop after "The Talk," but it's a pretty hard thing for them to monitor.
>They still say not to do it, but it's really just more of a "Don't let us catch you and it's fine" kinda thing.
>That was back then.
>Now your sisters love spending time on your bed 'cause of how big it is.
>Turns out humans grow quicker than ponies, and get a lot taller than 'em too.
>Once you outgrew your previous beds, your parents decided to splurge and get a real big one.
>None of you know just how tall you're gonna end up, and they didn't want to have to constantly pay for new beds the second you outgrew one.
>You thought your sisters would get really upset at what you perceived as special treatment.
>Instead they were overjoyed, because now almost all of them could fit on it with you at once.
>And thus, it became a normal sight to see at least one of your sisters lounging on "your" bed at any given point.
>Maud looks up from the rocks she was playing with to see who was entering, and upon seeing it's her favorite little brother, quickly gives you "that look" again.
>You can't remember when it started, but your normally stoic sister has started giving you these weird intense stares when no one else is lookin'.
>She stops the second before someone notices her, and Mom's gotten tired of hearing you whine about it.
>So you just whine to everyone else instead.
"Pinkie, Maud is lookin' at me funny again."
>"Whatever you say Nonnypie!"
>Ugh.
>You half expect Maud to smirk tauntingly at getting away with it yet again, but she just keeps up the odd glare.
>Sighing in resignation, you drag Pinkie with you to your bed and lie down.
>Maud quickly cleans up the rocks she was messing with and snuggles into you.
>And so you spend some time resting with your sisters on either side of you.

>Not a word is said, something normal for Maud, and extremely abnormal for Pinkie.
>You used to try and play with toys, or escape the clutches of your sisters after exiting a shower, but they were nothing if not stubborn.
>Now you just accept your fate and get it over with.
>It's hardly a bad thing being warmed up by two fluffy sisters though.
>After a few minutes pass, the door to your shared room is opened and yet another of your sisters walks in.
>Lime opens the door, mouth open to say something before she does an immediate double take at the sight in front of her.
>"What in the hay are you lot doing?"
>Oh no.
>"I thought I was crystal clear that you were supposed to get me when Anon was out of the bath!"
>And with that, your sister takes a a running start, and executes a beautiful short hop to land perfectly on your chest with her head resting perfectly underneath your chin.
"Oof! Is it really necessary to jump like that every time Lime?"
>"Silence! Naughty little brothers who don't tell their sister when they finished their bath don't have any right to complain!"
>You withhold some more grumbles and just deal with it.
>A few more minutes pass with you being held hostage in your own bed when the door opens once more, and your last and final sister walks in.
>Like Lime, she looks like she's about to say something, but upon seeing the cuddle pile in front of her loses her train of thought.
>Instead of taking the brash approach Lime did though, Marble just starts tearing up.
>"Wh-why is everyone c-cuddling little bro without m-m-"
>Before the waterworks can start, your sisters leap into action.
>Lime rolls off of you and dashes towards Marble, Maud and Pinkie prop you up into a sitting position, Lime full body shoves Marble forward, and Maud and Pinkie wrap your arms around her.
>Marble looks up at you with pleading, tearful eyes.
>You don't really like indulging your sisters behavior, but you like seeing them cry even less.
"There there Marble, it's ok. I'm hugging you now, right? There's no need to cry!"
>"Y-You didn't forget about me?"
"Of course not! We would never!"
>"Sniff... th-then, I wanna sleep with you alone tonight."
"That's fine! Anything you want!"
>And with that tears dissolve and your youngest older sister unabashedly hugs you back.
>Pinkie and the rest look a little peeved about her putting a claim on being your bed buddy, but you reap what you sow.
>You hear the door open another time, and glance up to see Mom now at the entrance.
>"What are you kids doing?"
>"... Playing?"
>"And why aren't you at the table ready to eat supper?!"
"It's dinner time?"
>It was getting late, but you must've lost track of time being pinned down amidst all the fluff.
>"It's been dinner time for the past 10 minutes! Didn't Limestone tell you?"
>Lime goes ramrod straight and looks the other way.
>Mom sighs.
>"Marble? I can understand Limestone being forgetful, but you're much better behaved usually!"
>Marble lets out a quiet eep and buries her face further into your chest.
>Mom sighs and says, "I'll let it go this once, just come eat before your food gets any colder."
>Dinner is pretty uneventful.
>Your sisters behave for the most part in front of your parents at least.
>The only really noteworthy thing is that Dad notifies you of a letter arriving for you.
>You finish eating and help with the clean up afterwards.
>Then you do your nightly chores, and finally just before Mom calls for lights out, you get a chance to read that letter.
>Your sister's seemed more curious about it then you, and you had to stop more than a couple attempts from Pinkie and Lime to snatch it when you weren't looking.
>There's not much you can do about them all peering over your shoulder though.
>With a resigned sigh you flip the envelope over to see who it's from.
>... Oh, it's from one of your classmates!
>You can't really think of a reason for her to write you a letter, but you suppose that question'll be answered soon enough.
>You casually tear it open and pull out the parchment inside.
>In cute flowery script, your fellow student talks about how her winter break has been.
>It's pretty long, and she talks about a lot of stuff.
>Her family, how she's growing taller, the pretty dress she got, even about how she's missed you, how she'd love to hang out with you some time, etc.
>Once you've finished reading it, the true nature of this letter dawns on you.
>Clearly your classmate... sent out a bunch of these and wanted you to feel included.
>If another pony read it, they might think it was something akin to a love letter or something else along those lines.
>But you know better.
>Well, your sisters taught you better at least.
>Your appearance is very different from that of the ponies, and even most other races in Equestria.
>You get stared at a lot.
>For whatever reason girls seem to find you a lot harder to accept, and they tend to stare at you more.
>Your sisters told you about the special talks the teachers gave everyone at school to be considerate of you, and how the other ponies talk about you behind your back.
>You don't really mind, but it gets tiresome, especially when they bully you.
>The girls in class are always staring at you, and turning away the moment you look over.
>Sometimes they take it a step closer, and walk up to you like they wanna talk, but then they just run back to their friends all a titter.
>A lot of them leave stuff in your desk and locker.
>Thankfully your sisters are nice enough to clear that junk out for you.
>You asked once and they said it was just dumb prank letters, food (that was probably spoiled), and one time even chocolate.
>The chocolate one was apparently especially bad.
>It came in this heart shaped box and if it was left in my locker the chocolate would've melted and made a huge mess.
>Luckily your sisters are always looking out for you.
>"LIGHTS OUT!"
>The shrill yell of Mom sounds out from across the house, and you snuff the candles and curl up into bed, with Marble quickly taking place beside you.
>You get onto your side and turn towards Marble so that you're face to face.
>She likes watching you fall asleep.
>At first you thought it was kinda weird, but Pinkie explained that she just wants to make sure you're sleeping peacefully before she dozes off herself.
>You felt really bad for thinking ill of your sister after finding out how pure and kindhearted her intentions were.
>As you slowly drift off, you catch a few words from your sisters.
>"She's in my class... I'll deal..."
>"Dumb bi-"
>"Language! Not in front of Anon!"
>"Oh sorry, my b-"
>"SHH!"
>You crack a small grin at how stern that shush from Marble was.
>As you drift off to sleep, there's many things you don't notice.
>The unsettling smile, and the small pants coming from Marble as she watches your sleeping face.
>The uncharacteristic anger on Pinkie Pie's face as she stares at the letter you received.
>The heavy-lidded, seductive gaze from Maud.
>The kind of murderous intent that would make a hardened soldier feel unnerved exuding from Lime as she imagines the filly who sent you the letter.
>But there is something that you are aware of, as you fall deep into sleep.
>That no matter what.
>Come hell or high water.
>There is one single thing you can always believe and trust in.
>And that's your sisters love for you.
>Because they love you deeply.
>And you love them.