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- > Be Anon, town problem solver
- > It's not a real job as such, you don't get paid in money all that much
- > Mostly you just walk around town and lend a hand where needed
- > And then, in a witches of lancre sort of way-
- > You hear a small commotion near the Carrousel Beautique
- > You amble on over to find a clearly stressed Rarity scowling at the rump graffiti jihadists
- > "Sweetie Belle, it does not matter if the book guaranteed the summoning of a handsome, eligible stallion. I will not have blood sacrifice going on in front of the Beautique, that would just be bad business."
- > You get close enough to see the chalk circle drawn in dirt, speckled with some dark liquid
- > Sweetie Belle is also noticable favoring her left forehoof
- > When Rarity sees you, her expression softens slightly
- > "Anon, thank goodness you are here. Would you mind taking care of Sweetie and her friends for a bit? I'm afraid I have far too many gala pieces to prepare to deal with them today."
- > The fillies turn to look at you, faces brightening up immediately
- > "Grampa Anon!"
- > ...
- > You are a young guy, even by the standards of pony life expectancy
- > Which makes it even weirder that every filly and colt in town calls you grampa
- > At least they don't mean anything by it
- "Hey kiddos, and Rarity. I don't mind taking them, but when would you like them back?"
- > Rarity's horn lights up, magic fetching something from her store, and she considers the question
- > "If you could have them back by suppertime, that would be ideal. I should have the bulk of my work done by then."
- > You nod
- "Sounds good. Good luck with your orders, Rarity."
- > Rarity gives you a grateful smile
- > "Thank you, Anonymous. Oh, and before I forget, "
- > A bundle of socks comes floating to you
- > "A little token of my appreciation for all you do here in Ponyville, Darling."
- > You accept the gift and tuck it into the basket on your arm
- > It's already half full of similar little gifts and assorted produce
- > Most days, you don't even have to spend a bit for food and clothes
- > You smile at Rarity
- "Thanks, the last set was starting to wear thin."
- > She smirks a little
- > "Oh, it is no problem at all. It is only proper to take care of our elderly."
- > You roll your eyes as you bend to pick up Sweetie Belle
- "You youngun's these days, no respect. See you later, Rarity."
- > "Good bye, Fa- ahem, Darling."
- > As you stride away, Scootaloo clambers up, wings buzzing as she settles on top of your head
- > Appleboom trots beside you, giving you a pleading look
- > "Grampa, you gonna tell us about the war?"
- > You shift to cradle Sweetie in the crook of your arm
- "Is that what you want too, mini marshmallow?"
- > She nods eagerly
- > "Please, Grampa!"
- > You chuckle
- "Alright, alright. We were freezing our butts off up in the Pale, and the Stormcloaks had holed up in their fort..."
- > Be Anon, carrying yet another pony
- > It's getting to the point of being a daily workout
- > Rainbow squirms under your arm
- > "Come on, I can fly, you don't need to carry me all the way."
- > You shake your head
- "What were you thinking, running across the coals. Was it another stupid dare?"
- > She pouts
- > "...no."
- > You roll her onto her back and cradle her in your arms, looking straight into her eyes
- "Did you boast that you could do it faster than anyone else?"
- > She looks away, cheeks reddening
- > "Yeah."
- > You sigh
- > She glares at you
- > "Dang it Dad, I know it was dumb, but I thought if I went fast enough..."
- > You raise an eyebrow
- "Dad?"
- > She blushes even harder, covering her face with her singed hooves
- > You chuckle
- "That's cute. Come on, we're almost there."
- > She sighs
- > "Finally. And, well, thanks."
- > You smile
- "No problem, Rainbow."
- > You know, when you suggested to the princesses that they should have a day off at least once a week, this isn't what you are expecting
- > Luna completely zonked out on your couch
- > Celestia lingering in the undead berg just to talk to Solaire some more
- > It's actually a little cute, she's already beaten the game once, and even fought Gwyn with him
- > You plop down beside her, leaning back on your hands
- "Having fun there, Sunshine?"
- > She quirks a little smile at the nickname
- > "It's funny, I've heard such flattery before, but coming from him..."
- > She sighs longingly
- > "I know it's his genuine feelings. You would not believe how rare that is, Anon."
- > You pat her withers
- "He's a good husbando, Sunshine."
- > She hums in agreement, before turning her character back toward the bridge
- > You watch her play for a bit
- > You suppose a game requiring patience and persistence would be a good fit for her
- > At any rate, you give her withers a final pat and head to the kitchen to make some lunch
- > Luna rouses at the smell grilled cheese sandwiches wafting through the air
- > She ambles into the kitchen, mane mussed, more nebula than starfield
- > "Good afternoon, Anonymous. I thought I smelled some princely cooking."
- > You nod at her, keeping an eye on the pan
- "Afternoon, Moonbeam. Did you sleep well?"
- > She yawns, rubbing her face with a hoof
- > "So much so that I may have to confiscate your couch on a permanent basis."
- "I'm pretty sure beds are more comfortable, Luna."
- > She shakes her head
- > "Perhaps if it was just a matter of cushioning, but what makes it truly soothing is, well."
- > Luna looks down at the floor, mane falling in front of her face
- > You raise an eyebrow
- "What?"
- > She coughs
- > "Your, ah, scent."
- > You set the spatula on the cool part of stovetop and turn to face her
- "My scent?"
- > She nods
- > "It's... comforting. Like when sister and I used to sleep together. It feels like family."
- > Oh
- > Family
- > Now that you think about it, that is the feeling you get from all these adorable little ponies
- > You wrap Luna up in a tight hug, heart full of feelings
- > She sighs contentedly, melting in your embrace
- > You smile
- "I'd be glad to be family for you two."
- > Celestia walks in, sniffing the air
- > "Is something burning?"
- > You look at the sandwich on the griddle
- > Welp
- > Be Celestia, on yet another Sunday vacation
- > Stars and Space, you love your little brother for suggesting the practice
- > These past months have been the best you have ever had
- > Both in relaxing fun, and in how much more energized you are for your duties
- > And it is nice, to have a stallion around who looks after your little ponies like you do
- > Thinking of which, you look over your shoulder
- > Anon walks among Twilight and her friends, hefting a beach umbrella on one shoulder and a bulging satchel over the other
- > You can't help but wonder how strong he is, carrying such a heavy load
- > You'd offer to help, but he has already turned down several such offers
- > You smile a little at his stubborn independence, but you suppose that is a necessary trait for ones such as you and he
- > You turn your attention forward as you walk along the shore
- > Your sun is bright and warm, the waves soothing, and a cool ocean breeze ruffles your fur and feathers
- > Truly a perfect day
- > After you all set up the umbrella and blankets, your little ponies scamper off into the sand and waves
- > Luna lounges in the shade, amusing herself by drawing patterns in the sand with her magic
- > Anon smiles at you
- > "You can go ahead, I'll just be a moment getting ready."
- > Then he shucks off his shirt
- > The words die in your throat
- > You stare at the rippling muscles of his abdomen, glistening with his sweat
- > How can your little brother be this hot?
- > You just want to go over there and lick it all u-
- > You shake your head, trying to banish the mental image
- > He shrugs
- > "Or you can wait for me, that works too."
- > He sits down cross-legged, and digs around in the satchel
- > You try not to stare at his crotch, but you can't avoid it
- > That tantalizing bulge
- > So prominently displayed, yet he seems oblivious to the effect it has on you
- > You can feel your wings stiffen to full mast, and for once you are intensely grateful he isn't completely familiar with some nuances of equine behaviour
- > You glance at your sister
- > She is similarly enraptured by this new facet of your honorary brother
- > You notice the patterns she is drawing in the sand are now noticably phallic
- > What if he sees?
- > You smooth the sand with a thought
- > Your eyes jump back to Anon as he squirts sunscreen onto his hand
- > You can't look away
- > He rubs it all over his chest, and across the subtly flexing muscles of his arms
- > You have to focus to keep your tail from rising
- > He stops and holds the bottle out to Luna
- > "Could you get my back? It's a little hard to reach for me."
- > Her horn flickers abortively, and she grabs the bottle with her hoof
- > "O-of course, I'd be glad to."
- > He gives her a brief smile before turning his back to the two of you
- > You sidle over to your sister and whisper,
- "You're not going to use your hoof, right?"
- > She stares at the broad expanse of his back, heavily breathing
- > Luna whispers back,
- > "How can I not? Are you telling me you don't want to touch him?"
- > You lick your lips
- "I'll take the right half?"
- > "Deal."
- > You accept a squirt of sunscreen on your hoof
- > You hesitate though
- > Are you really going to feel up your little brother?
- > Your innocent, caring, whimsical little brother?
- > Luna's hoof hits his back, and he lets out a cute yelp
- > Luna stops
- > "Are you alright, brother? Was I too firm?"
- > He chuckles
- > "I was just a little startled. It actually feels kinda good."
- > Oh, you are going to Tartarus for this
- > You join Luna as your hooves press against his rippling muscles
- > You marvel at how smooth and slick his skin is, slipping under the frog of your hoof
- > He squirms, laughing, and you can only stare at how his lower back flexes and twists
- > You are a terrible sister
- > But you can't stop
- > You slide your hoof up caress his shoulders, massaging his neck
- > He groans in pleasure, hanging his head and baring his delectable nape to you
- > Your vision swims as you resist the urge to push him down and mount him
- > You are stronger than this
- > He is your cute little brother!
- > Purely for cuddles, or so you thought
- > You clear your throat, nudging Luna
- "I believe we covered everything back here."
- > Luna's ears fold back, and you notice some discreet spellwork burying a damp spot in the sand
- > ...
- > You do the same
- > Anon rolls his shoulders with a satisfied sigh and turns to face the two of you
- > "Thanks, it's always a little awkward getting back there."
- > Then he pauses
- > "Are you two alright? You're looking a little flushed."
- > Your own ears fold back
- "We're just so excited to swim with you, Anon."
- > You give him an awkward smile
- > He frowns, the shrugs
- > "Alright, but if you start feeling weird, let me know. No sense getting sick or injured on vacation."
- > Luna glances at his waist-no, lower, and murmurs,
- > "I'll be sure to do so."
- > Anon nods decisively, then trots towards the waves
- > "Last one in is a silly pony!"
- > Oh, it's on!
- > At once, the three of you are galloping across the sand, your heart eased by his carefree whimsy
- > Be Anon
- > You think you figured out what is wrong with your sisters
- > They need exercise
- > After just one hour of swimming and splash-fighting, they are completely worn out
- > You're going to have to have a talk with the royal steward or whoever
- > In the meantime, you do your patrol of the ponies
- > Rainbow and Applejack are off in the distance, playing with a magically reinforced beach ball
- > You can hear the small thunderclaps from here, as the ball is bucked and blasted back and forth
- > A small crowd of stallions stand off to the side, cheering them on
- > You chuckle as the girls throw in little flourishes, clearly eating up all that male attention
- > Rarity is merely sunning herself on a towel
- > Can horses tan?
- > Probably not, but you suppose the warmth is reason enough
- > You walk over to Twilight, taking in the mountain of sand she's sculpting
- "Is that a scale model of Canterlot?"
- > She whirls around and beams at you
- > "Yes! Here, take a closer look!"
- > The two of you float up in the air, surrounded by a purple glow
- > She brings you up to the tallest tower, where you see glittering little figurines
- > You recognize yourself, Celestia, and Twilight, rendered in glass form
- > You smile and ruffle the real Twilight's mane
- "That's pretty cool, Twilight. Did you make the glass yourself?"
- > She leans into your hand, and you switch to scratching her behind the ears
- > "Mmm, yup. There is a lot of sand around, and I thought they would make good souvenirs."
- > You pat her neck fondly
- "That's very sweet of you, Twi. You're a good mare."
- > She straightens up with pride, tail wagging
- > "Thanks, Uncle Anon."
- > After goofing around with her for a little longer, you amble off
- > You spy Pinkie swimming around with a shark fin on her back
- > You're about to call out to her, but then she nips at the flanks of one of the wading stallions
- > He yelps, and Pinkie erupts from the water, giggling and snorting
- > After a few startled moments, he laughs too, playfully bapping at the pink predator
- > She reels at the blows, throwing herself in the direction of the bap
- > You discreetly move on, not wanting to interrupt
- > You glimpse Fluttershy amid a flock of swooping and diving seagulls
- > You start running and shouting
- "Get away from her, you damn birds!"
- > If only you had an umbrella and an incoming Nazi plane!
- > At your approach, the gulls land silently, leaving a lane for you to reach the miraculously unharmed pegasus
- > Fluttershy smiles at you
- > "Oh, hello there Anonymous. Would you like to meet my new friends?"
- > You come to a stop in front of her, glancing nervously at the eerily silent birds
- "So, they weren't attacking just now?"
- > Fluttershy giggles, covering her mouth with a hoof
- > "No, they were showing me all the tricks they could do. They're very nice birds, if you aren't a crab or a clownfish or something."
- > One of the seagulls twists its head and gazes at you a little more intensely
- > It squawks and screes
- > Fluttershy blinks
- > "Um, they were wondering if you wouldn't mind if they perched on you for a little bit. Seasong said that you have a very statuesque body."
- > The flock ruffles their feathers ominously
- > You frown
- "Thanks, but I don't think I'd like that."
- > One of the gulls cries plaintively
- > Fluttershy's brow furrows
- > "That's too bad. She said that it... would be a great waste to leave you. Sorta. It's rather hard to translate."
- > You back away slowly
- "I think I understand. Well, if you are alright, I'll go check on the princesses, okay?"
- > She beams at you
- > "Oh, you don't have to worry about me, we're having a lot of fun out here. Thanks for stopping by, Anon."
- > You nod
- > You can feel the gaze of the gulls as you make your retreat
- > Damn birds
- > On your way back, you see something you had given up seeing ever again
- > You stop in your tracks, gazing in wonder
- > Two pairs of tits turn to look at you, jiggling as they approach
- > "Hey there, handsome. Why don't you come have some fun with us?"
- > You look up to see the tits are attached to two minotauresses
- > The dark blue, bulkier one grins at you, hands on her hips
- > The slender, brown with white blotches one gives you a sheepish smile, arms crossed under her bust
- > You lick your lips
- "Now, what kind of fun are we talking about~?"
- > The big blue opens her mouth, but stops
- > You feel the ocean breeze reverse, a cold front moving in behind you
- > The other mino timidly sidles behind her muscular friend
- > You look over your shoulder to see your honorary sisters have recovered from the morning's exertions
- > They do seem grumpy, though, manes rippling and flaring in the unnatural wind
- > You sigh
- > Luna wraps a wing around you and glares at the cow ladies
- > "Do you have business with Prince Anonymous?"
- > You sigh
- > Big blue bows abruptly, trembling
- > "I meant no disrespect, your highnesses!"
- > Celestia circles behind them, wings flared and threatening
- > "That is very good, I believe a lot of problems can be headed off by politeness."
- > You clear your throat
- > Every eye snaps to you
- "Sisters, it was just some harmless flirting. So I'd appreciate it if you would stop intimidating these poor girls."
- > The princesses folded up their wings and dropped the wind and mane effects
- > Big blue hesitantly rose from her bow
- > "Sorry to trouble you, we won't intrude anymore on your time."
- > She gives you a short bow
- "It's fine, I wasn't-"
- > But the minotauresses were already retreating
- > You sigh and wave goodbye
- > The slender one gives you a small smile and wave as she and her friend duck behind a nearby food stall
- > Celestia nuzzles against your shoulder
- > "Are you alright, little brother?"
- > You rub the necks of your sisters, distracting yourself with their soft fur and gentle warmth
- "I appreciate you two trying to protect me, but it really wasn't necessary."
- > Luna scrunches a little
- > "Cows like that only have one thing on their mind, Anonymous."
- > You boop her nose, her muzzle unscrunching with a pop
- "And what if I was thinking of the same thing? I love all you ponies, but we're family. Those girls were offering something I can't get from you all."
- > Luna blushes, looking down
- > "If it is flirtation you desire... I will admit that I find your body pleasing to the eye."
- > Celestia scowls
- > "Sister!"
- > You chuckle and draw them both into a hug
- "Thanks, moonbeam, but it's just not the same."
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