Another day in Upper Class Ponyville, You were sitting in your room, playing video games when your friend calls you.
"Hey yo, Anon, you know that new Grand Theft Auto: Las Pegasus Stories game is out now? I'm gonna get my bro to buy it as we speak so no nerd ass on the internet spoils me. You gonna get it too?"
"I wish I could, too bad my parents are basically puritans."
"How about lying to them?"
"Yeah, I would, but the douche at the counter would probably tell them about that scene where you smash a guy's head in."
"No worries bruh, you can come over and we can play it together, man."
"Yeah, except my piece of crap car needs a new tire and I'm grounded."
"Man, that sucks. How come your parents don't buy you a better car? I saw your sister driving some sick whip while you were in some cheap piece of shit."
"Tell that to my parents. They always seem to prefer Rarity or Sweetie."
"Well, uh, don't let it get to you then. See ya later, bruh."
"Alright. peace."
You hang up you poopy 'Smart' phone and toss it on your bed, and pausing your game to think of how you are going to get to play the game without getting spoiled. You get an idea as Rarity walks past your room. You walk down the hallway and walk into Rarity's room.
"Oh, Anon, what is it that you need?" She's too busy fiddling around on her Macintosh phone, probably saving dick pics the football team is probably sending her.
"You turned 18 a few weeks ago, so can you buy me a game?"
"Is it one of those war shooter games?"
"Er, no. Do NOT tell mom and dad. They would be mortified if they found out. Its the new GTA game."
Her face went from slightly curious to utterly revolted
"No way! Those games glorify violence and drugs! They also treat women as objects! I will never buy you that game!"
Well, it was worth a shot. You walk out of her room. Now how were you gonna get the game now? Steal it? Not a chance. You were almost devastated until a certain word came to mind.
Blackmail.
It's dinnertime, and the whole family was sitting down and eating while your master plan was writing itself out in your head.
"Excuse me mother and father, while this dinner meal is very delicious, I do feel the need to defecate. May I be excused?"
"No need to be a smart ass, Anon."
"Fine, fine..."
As you back up from the table, you grab whatever food you can and stuff it in your mouth. You can hear Rarity mumble something.
"Ugh, what a pig."
Running up stairs, you open and slam the bathroom door, while quietly opening Rarity's door and slipping inside. Your plan was now foolproof as you saw her phone lying on her bed. Nothing could stop Anon now! Except when you turned it on, you were greeted with a lovely phrase, 'Enter Passcode'. Ah poop, well all you could do now is enter random combinations of numbers now. Lets see, lets just enter something wacky, for shits and giggles. 1337.
Access Granted.
Now to just find something embarrassing. Straight off the bat, her phone background was some selfie with her and her friends. Absolutely Disgusting. Lets try and find something in her pictures library. Its all what you expect to see. Selfies, photos compressed to hell, shitty ghetto humor memes, Trotter screencaps, some really nice pics of her friend Twilight in a bikini at the beach, unf, an-
Oh my lawd
You had never seen Rarity like that, especially in such a slutty pose. She would croak if someone saw this. Looking at the pictures, you spot that Anon Jr. had awoken from his slumber. Oh no, why, of all things, did you get an erection from looking at your sister? Nevermind that now, just set it behind you and tuck it away. Now just send it to your phone and delete the trace of it being sent and your good. You slowly sneak out of the room, doing the same trick again with the bathroom door. Now downstairs, you sit back down and continue eating. Your phone buzzes. You check to see what it is.
'New Picture message from: Big Sis.'
"Anon! You know phones are not allowed at the table!"
"Sorry Mom."
You go back to eating, and then you go to bed soon after. The planets were aligned in your favor tonight.
The alarm clock rang out, immediately awakening you on an early Saturday morning. You run down stairs and start eating breakfast. Your parents are already all dressed up.
"Anon, Your father and I are going out of town for a few days on a business trip. There's some cash on the counter. Could you tell your sisters that we're leaving?"
As you shovel more Wonderbolts brand Whinnies cereal in your mouth, you try to muster out a "sure thing"
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Anon. We'll be back on Tuesday. Please, try not to burn the house down."
As they leave, Sweetie Belle comes downstairs in her PJ's and goes to watch some pony cartoons on the TV. You stuff the wad of cash into your wallet. Now, it is time for the start of your all star master plan. You run into your room and grab your phone, yanking it out the charger.
"New Picture message from: Big Sis"
Checking it, you see the key to your devilish plan appear right on your phone screen. And now, its time. You barge into Rarity's room, Rarity fresh out of the shower, in nothing but a towel. She even had a bathroom in her room, lucky bitch.
"Anon! Get out of my room you little turd!"
"I will if you buy me the game."
"No, no, no, no, no! Now get out of here!"
The time is now, you whip out your phone and show her the pics.
"Fine then, then I guess everybody in town, hell, even possibly the whole world will see these."
"H-how did you get a hold of those..."
She tries to snatch it out of your hand, but you pull back so she can't grab it.
"I made copies."
No you didnt, why were you talking out of your ass?
"You. Little. Brat!"
"Now now, be a good little girl. Buy me the game, and these pictures are gone off my phone and computer forever."
"Fine. Just let me get dressed first."
"Okay, but I get to drive your car. Mine's almost done for. Maybe you can pay for the repairs as well..."
You can hear her groan as you pick up her keys and leave, making your way to the garage. The old, shitty rust bucket of a Saddleback sat there as you thought, "Maybe, just maybe, I can restore this thing. That might put poor Rara out of cash for a while, though." Pressing the "unlock" button on her keys, the Poni D5 does the same, finally letting you inside the-
Oh man, the smell was unbearable. It smelled like her perfume, but 1000x stronger. Might as well air it out, turning on the engine and dropping the top. Lets get some tunes going on up in this bitch. Turning on the radio, some garbage pop music starts to blare out the speakers. Oh hell no, you turn it to something a bit less rapey on the old eardrums. Plugging in your phone, you should play something you know Rarity hates.
She comes out all dressed, and hops in the car. An annoyed look came over her face as she strapped herself in. You just smirked as you drove to the mall.
Its now the afternoon, you were popping in your new game into your Hoofbox420, and a tow truck taking your car to Canterlot Customs for a makeover left the house.
'Now installing. Estimated time until finished: 3 hours'
Well, you needed something to do. Rarity walked into your room.
"Are you going to delete the pictures now?"
Oh crap, you go get your phone and-
Wait a minute, you just realized Rarity is now under your control. This is the perfect opportunity.
"Nah, I got a better idea. How about you become my slave for the next few days?"
"What?! I would never! When mother and father get home, you are going to be in so much troub-"
Her words were cut short when you flashed your phone again.
"They aren't coming home for a couple of days. You do what I want, and never tell mom and dad, I'll delete them. Deal?"
"F-fine."
You sit down on your cozy chair, prop your feet up, and start to relax.
"Good. Now go get me some cheddar chips and a can of Bubble Berry soda from the kitchen, and when you bring them, clean this mess up."
She leaves, and after a while she comes back with a plate with a bag of chips and an unopened can of soda on it, and plops it on you.
"Here you go Anon."
"I'm not Anon. From now on until Tuesday, you shall call me 'Master Anon, the Trillest'. You got that?"
Her face got red and she started to frown.
"Fine then, 'Master Anon, the Trillest.'"
She started to go to work on your room, and when she bent over to pick up something, you could catch a glimpse of dat ass. Wait, what? No! She was still your sister. A hot sister at that, but still your biological sister. You weren't some hick family down south. Whatever. Not even 10 minutes in, Rarity had already sorted your clothes, got rid of the garbage, AND made your bed. You could get used to this.
Things were going great, Rarity had already finished most of your chores, Sweetie Belle didn't bother you today, and you got to play that new sick video game. Your room was also incredibly clean. Rarity stood by your side, awaiting new orders.
"Ugh, how revolting! How can you play this? You just blew his brain into bits!"
All this nagging and whining is so annoying. Might as well plug in the old headphones and listen to some music.
Letting the soothing sound of Aphex Twin fill your ears, you can now pay attention to your game. You could still hear her griping about the violence, but the music drowned most of it out.
The game had gotten progressively harder, and you were getting angry.
"What the hell? How the fuck did he see me? I sneaked right passed him!"
Rarity even started to giggle when you got mad, even making remarks when you died.
"What the fuck? He fucking spawned right next to me! I shot him like 50 fucking times, and he fucking shoots me once, and its an instant fucking death! Grrrrr."
Her giggling turned into laughter as you threw a fit.
"What the FUCK?? I-I FUCKING PRESSED RIGHT TRIGGER AND SHOT HIM HOW DID HE NOT FUCKING DIE?!? THIS GAME IS FUCKING GLITCHED AND BUGGED!"
You chucked the controller at the ground, hitting a nearby shelf and knocking off a figurine.
"Don't worry. I'll get that up for you." She said, barely containing her laughter as she went over to pick up the figure. You pick up the controller. Almost as soon as you restart, you die. Again.
"AGGHHHH!! FUCK THIS FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT FUCKING ASS FUCK GAME!!! FUUCK!!!"
Rarity falls over, bursting out laughing at your rage. You chuck the controller at the ground even harder, except it doesn't hit your carpet. It flew out of your hands and right into Rarity's face. Her laughing stopped almost immediately and she started to scream and cry, covering her face. Snapping back to reality, your rage went away and you fall out of your chair trying to get to her. You pry her hands off her face, her face covered in tears and blood running from her nose, down her white face, and dripping onto the floor.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry! I'll go get some paper towels."
Kicking your door open, you run through the hall and downstairs to the kitchen. You rip about five paper towels off the roll. As you approach the stairs, Sweetie stops you in your tracks.
"Whats with all the screaming? You know you aren't allowed to say those words."
You groan and reach for your wallet and whip out a twenty, stuffing it in her shirt pocket.
"Tell mom and dad, and they'll know the real reason why their jewelry went missing and just so happened to appear in the pawn shop downtown. Now go play with your friends."
She gulps and walks to the garage. You can see her riding her bike on the street through the window soon after. Charging up the stairs and into your room, you see Rarity sitting on the bed, covering her nose. You hand her the paper towel, she grabs it and holds it to her face. You prop yourself up onto the bed and scoot next to her.
"Look, I really am sorry. I shouldn't get so mad over a damn game."
You hug her and pat her on the back.
"How about I make some Mac and Cheese? I know you love that, especially when I make it."
A somewhat visible smile could be seen from underneath the paper towel, now red.
"Alright. Just lay down and get comfortable while I whip up some dinner."
You walk downstairs and into the kitchen again to prepare some food. After you finish boiling the water, you plop the macaroni in the pot. Suddenly, your phone began to ring. Caller ID said it was Sweetie. What did she want now?
"Hello? Sweetie? What do you need?"
"Anon! I can't talk much louder, some creepy guys grabbed us and threw us in his car. I think he said something about heading towards that condemned house on Manehattan Rd. You gotta save us!"
Another voice could be heard.
"What the fuck? Gimme that fuckin' phone. Listen here, buddy. Fuck you." *click*
Great. You ran to the cabinet and grabbed Dad's pistol from the top shelf, in case things got too hairy. You run into the garage and vault over the door into Rarity's car, speeding out to the abandonded house. You park up around the corner. You can see the house and a rusty old Stallion van parked in front of it. Hopping out of the car and the pistol tucked into your pants, you run up to the house and sneak through the door. After some creeping around, you start to hear a different voice come from the room ahead.
"Quit fuckin' squirmin' or I'll bash your fucking kneecaps in!"
Peeping inside the room, you can see three guys standing around what seemed to be Sweetie and her friends tied up against chairs. One guy was holding a video camera, another you swear had his wiener out, and the last guy was fat as hell, doing things that are considered creepy. You manage to sneak closer, getting a better look at them. The girls had blindfolds and gags on them. The camera guy was moving his camera all over them, even getting angles that even some people you know would find creepy. The fat one put his hands up Sweetie's shirt and did things that if someone described it, they would be classified as a pedophile.
"They'd look great when they're showered in my piss."
This was it. You slowly sneak up behind the wiener guy and whip out the ol' Colt 1911. You smash the butt of the gun into the back of his head, knocking him out. Quickly, you throw the gun at the fat guy's head, making an audible CLUNK, and he falls over. Then you deliver a swift kick to the camera guy's nuts, making him fall over in pain. The camera slid across the floor, aiming towards the wall. You grab the gun and cock it, pointing it at camera guy.
"Oh shit! Please don't kill me!"
You quickly pistol whip the bastard, knocking him senseless. You pick up the camera and quickly shut it off. The girls were still tied up, so you went and untied them.
"Shh. Go sneak out the back and when you hear the gunshots, run towards Rarity's car. It's parked around the corner, down the road."
The girls nod and quickly go out the window. You pick up each guy and tie them to the chairs. You set the camera in the fat man's lap. You point the gun out the window and fire two shots. Picking up the two casings on the floor so you don't leave more evidence, you jump out the window and haul ass towards the car.
"Anon, why'd you shoot? Did you kill em?"
"No, its a faster way of getting the police here instead of 911. Also, I wanted to seem cool."
Scootaloo popped out the back.
"You're still a nerd though."
You frown and turn on the engine, driving a way from the scene. Your phone rang. It was Rarity.
"Anon! Or, master, or whatever! I smelled smoke, and as I went downstairs, the kitchen was on fire! Get here quickly!"
You hang up and push the petal to the metal back to the house. The car came to a screeching halt. You could see smoke coming out of the kitchen window. Barging in the house, you see Rarity sitting on the stairs.
"Do something Anon!"
You head into the kitchen, smoke in your face. Grabbing the fire extinguisher behind the trash can, you blast it at the fire, putting it out in a few seconds. You plop down on the floor and overlook the damage. The cabinets were scorched, and the pot was black. The macaroni was probably ruined. Mom and Dad were going to be so pissed when they came back. Rarity and Sweetie walked in, including her friends. They all looked at you as you sat there, panting.
"How about I just order all of us a pizza?"
Sweetie then stepped forward.
"I'll just clean this mess up then."
You glance at her friends
"Cmon girls, I'll drop you all off."
They follow you to the car and you drive them home. When you came back, Rarity and Sweetie were sitting at the table, with an unopened pizza box sitting on the table. You sat down at the table and opened the box. Pepperoni and Mushroom, the family favorite.
"How about we just watch a movie tonight?"
You all move to the couch in the other room, pop in an old classic, and chow down. The movie was now over. Pizza crumbs were everywhere. Sweetie and Rarity were both asleep, Sweetie's head on your lap, and Rarity's head on your shoulder. You turn off the TV and carry Sweetie to bed. You do the same with Rarity, tucking her in. You return to your room and crawl under the covers for a good nights sleep.
