My Uncle Brixxi

by Lyracorn

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Dark, Tragedy
Length: 2794

Two fillies go on a trip to their Uncle Brixxi's house.

This is a fanfiction not for the faint of heart. It is a story about two fillies that go their Uncle's house in Fillydelphia. It all starts out sweet enough, but as soon as their parents leave, things take a turn for the worst; starting with "littlest" Adler.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-06-06 23:31:06 UTC

My Uncle Brixxi

        I remember my first trip to Uncle Brixxi's like it was just last month, but of course it was many months ago, perhaps even a year or two. My family lived a few miles away from his house in town. You see, we lived by the docks. Many stalls were set up along the planks, selling all kinds of fish, caught all kinds of ways. Be it fishing with a pole or fishing with a net, all of their produce was astounding. Not many ponies had access to seafood at such a low price and such an abundance too.

Before I had met him, I overheard my parents talking about him, but I didn't know I had another uncle other than uncle Corp. I asked "Ooo's Breexxi?", and my mother exchanged looks with my father. It felt like the answer would never come out for an eternity until my father smiled down at me. "Well..." He opened with, looking to my mother for something to build off of, yet he was met with nothing. "He's one of your uncles, of course. Your mother and I were thinking now that you've matured a bit, you're not so helpless now... I'd- We'd like you to meet him, finally."

"Vhat's he like?" I asked.

"He's a little quirky." My father answered, and in an instant, my mother blurted out: "He's ein very unique pony! On your vatter's side! He's a uh... A stallion of many flavors! Errr... By flavors, I mean perzonality!"

I didn't quite understand her hastiness at the time, but I surely learned about it when I met him.

"Now, don't think you'll be all alone in a room with your uncle Brixxi. Your sister Minty is coming along too. We can't have you getting into trouble. We expect you to be on your best behavior for your uncle Brixxi. That means the both of you, now." My father added with, my sister appearing from the shadows of the staircase out from behind my father. She wasn't my polar opposite, but she was quite different from me. Sure, we weren't twins, her being born just a year after me, but we were still quite young at the time. Her mane looked like a mess, but a clean mess. Yeah, I tried to copy her style, but with a mane that went in a different direction, it was hard to pull off. Nopony likes crimson-maned mares anyway, but at least I share the white coat Minty has. Though, I do have a gray underbelly. I hope Brixxi doesn't mind that.

As we were rushed to pack our things and pushed into the backseat of dad's Bucktrotti, he was really enthusiastic about his car. He took a trip all the way to Trottingham for it. We sat in the backseat (doing pretty much nothing at all) on the way into the "big city." Four great stallions pulled it many places, my dad always having money for transportation. At last when we had arrived, I was quite nervous. My sister already had her cutie mark, so I used that as a means of hiding behind her until I knew uncle Brixxi was friendly, like my parents played him out to be. Minty Root smiled down at me, being only an inch or two taller.

"It's alright, Adler. I've talked to him on the phone once before. I'm sure you have too. He sounds a lot like Santa Clops!" My sister always wanted me to feel safe. She was so kind, and constantly so, despite having her nose stuffed in a book for half of our trip, if not all of it. I was too tired to recall if she did nod off or not, but I know in all certainty that I did.

" 'e does?" I questioned.

"Yes! Almost identical!" She answered happily, a glint in her eyes when she did, as if she were a saint.

"Zen I guess at leazt 'iz voice isn't zo zcary..." I said, still shaky from nervousness.

My parents sat in the car, not even showing any emotion as they spoke to one another in whispers, which I couldn't hear. Minty knocked on the door of the place with a few loud clops. As the door creaked open, a tall, lanky pony stepped into view. He surely didn't look like Santa Clops and we had yet to hear his voice. This had to be uncle Brixxi. He had a charcoal coat like my father, and those red eyes too. The only things that weren't similar so far, were his mane and cutie mark. His mane was shaggy and a coppery brown. I tried to lean over to my side to see his cutie mark, but maybe I wasn't looking hard enough, because I couldn't find one. He looked at both of us for a moment. Two fillies at his doorstep. He must've been confused. I could've sworn he licked his lips in anticipation unless his ears perked up as my father leaned out of the carriage, shouting, despite being only a few meters away.

"Take good care of our little fillies! Alright? Ahhhh, I can trust you!" My father said. My parents quickly said their goodbyes after unpacking for Minty and I, giving uncle Brixxi no time to retaliate or refuse. We were in his living room by then, our baggage sitting by the loveseat. He took a moment to regain his composure, clearing his throat as we still looked up at him. Uncle Brixxi seemed to be tremendously pleased by our surprise visit. He opened his mouth, a wisp of air coming out. He was speechless. I had thought, at the time, that he'd instantly love my sister more than me, because of how experienced she was. She had her cutie mark and I didn't. He cleared his throat again, then smiled down at us a second time.

"Well, my little ponies. I suppose you know who I am. But the real question is, who are you lovely, little fillies?"

"I'm Minty Root, and this is my sister, Irma Alise Adler! Her name is a muzzleful, so we've shortened it to "Adler" for an ease of pronunciation!"

"My, you're a little Brainiac, aren't you Minty? I suppose "littlest" Adler is quiet and shy, isn't she?"

I crawled out from behind my sister, who's voice carried words even I was unfamiliar with. I looked up at him in a little bit of anger and a little bit of distrust. "Mein mutter und vatter zaid for us to be on our best behaviors for ju, but I'm not "leetlelest" Adler! I'm der "beegest" Adler I know!"

Uncle Brixxi went wide-eyed for a short moment. "Must be from your mother's side, that accent you've got." He only smiled down at me as I climbed his leg, my marehood to it. It wasn't a very big deal to me or my sister. Whenever we were at home, our nethers would skid on our parents' hind legs before and after piggy-back rides. I wasn't the slightest concerned with how long we'd be here at Brixxi's, but I assumed our parents wouldn't be here for a little while, considering it was only a forty-five minute drive.

"Ja! Zo vhat eef I have ein accent like mein mutter?"

Furious as I was, continued to climb until I could no longer stretch upwards. My face had to be beet red from the over-exhaustion of breath. Him and I were about an inch from eachother's lips and he decided to close the gap with a kiss. When he made contact with mine, he closed his eyes, so I did the same. He surely got carried away, inserting his tongue into my mouth. I didn't like the taste of his saliva at first, but it was like trying coffee with creamer for the first time. Due to my size at the time, he scooped me up with just one arm, holding me close as my sister had her nose stuffed in a book once again. Apparently the noises didn't phase her, because she trotted off to another room. When I reopened my eyes, we were in another room too. Uncle Brixxi's bedroom. He had brought me here as he swished his tongue in my mouth for a long, deep kiss. He broke it as he laid me on the bed, a trail of saliva from my muzzle to his, and heavy breathing in between.

Unable to catch enough breath to speak, he climbed over me, showing off his gigantic rod. For such a physique, it was hard to see it on him. Globs of precum dripped and splashed in my mane and on my muzzle. Some of the droplets I felt were much too close to it, so I licked one off with a gag, then another droplet, and then another. Maybe uncle Brixxi's "cream" wasn't so bad after all. This was all quite new to me at the time and I wondered, Minty being older than me, if she had ever done anything like this before. He backed up again, sliding me up to the pillows to give me a soft spot to lay, which I was going to need. Brixxi spread my hind legs. I looked up at him and he looked back with a smile, getting back to his recital. The stallion placed his hoof on my clit softly. He held it there for a second before rubbing furiously against it. I moaned out loudly. This was a foreign feeling, but it was so delightful. I had to keep my eyes open. No! I couldn't keep my eyes open! The feeling was too ecstatic. Things were looking up from this visit to my uncle's house. Then, when I didn't think things could get any better, he started to force it in, putting me through a tremendous amount of pain. He didn't care. He smacked me in the face to get me to shut up, but I cried even harder. It was only a matter of time before the screaming became suspicious, so he held a hood to my muzzle, silencing my cries and calls for help.

"Don't you dare." Brixxi said, inching himself into me. I could see the blood trailing onto his cock as he pulled out to stretch me open, pushing in again to fit in it like a glove.

"If you scream." He paused for dramatic effect, his hoof still to my muzzle. "I won't let you have any candy and I'll tell your parents you were a bad filly. Why would my own brother accuse me of "touching" my niece if she told him that's what I did? We're just playing a little game and you have to listen to every word I say. Got it?"

I nodded softly as he lifted his hoof. I sniffled, letting him go at me with his monster cock. My juices mixed with my blood, leaked onto the white bed sheet. This was a bed sheet I was sure he'd hang up on a wall and call it art or "The Stained Bedsheet", as if it wasn't obvious who's blood and cream was on it, even if it only appeared to be paint. I did frantically squirm and wince in pain as he rammed me though.

I was overjoyed when my sister Minty came trotting into the room. She dropped her book in shock, staring at us. Tears flowed down my face. It was apparent to her that he was doing "a bad thing" to me, but she didn't seem phased, still. Being the nerd she was, she must've known a lot about this subject for a filly her age. My bloodied, purple face added to her enjoyment, even though she was always there for me, she wasn't this time. Uncle Brixxi looked over to her as soon as the book dropped to the floor with a thud. Seeing that she closed the door on her own, he pulled out of me. He was much more interested in her than me. As I lie on his bed, all that he was keeping inside me oozed out. His semen, my blood, my tears, and our combined sweat. My tummy was swollen from what remained inside and it made me sick to look at. I had never been a hefty pony until much later in my life, but for the time being, it was vomit-inducing. I had no lunch to hold in, because I had not eaten. The shock from the event had caused me to shat on the bedsheets, something I hadn't noticed until the bedsheets started to stink of more than just semen, sweat, and saliva.

Feeling weary and heavy-lidded, I shut my eyes. It was hard to stay awake or even move out of the cesspool I sat in. When I awoke, I had been moved again. Into a closet, I thought. It was small, dark, and all I could hear were my sister's moans as I laid in the closet, bound and gagged. I could hardly see, as both of my eyes were swollen. It was easier to just keep them closed and let the pain linger, because it'd go away eventually.

From what Minty told me, when I was in the closet, he had his fun with her anus, causing that part of her to bleed. He made love to two of her orifices and only one of mine. I felt unworthy to my uncle Brixxi. I was a cream-filled filly while Minty got double-stuffed. I could only hardly see through the shutters on the closet doors, but I saw that she was enjoying every second of it. She was loving the treatment he gave her. The slapping, the beating, the filling. She had her tongue out in ecstasy the whole time, speaking in that tongue of hers that I doubt even uncle Brixxi understood.

"Show me what you can do, uncle Brixxi! Make me your squishy! Squishy all inside!" Coming from such a young filly, this was too unrealistic, but Minty Root had been getting into the wrong books ever since their parents stopped monitoring the books she read.

"That's what I like. An obedient, little squish." I heard Brixxi reply with, the gurgling of a massive amount of cum shooting into my sister and oozing out, like it did with me earlier.

I squirmed around until I had no more energy left to squirm. Once I thought it was all done and quiet, Brixxi rolled me out, and laid my sleeping sister into the closet. He hefted me back up onto the bed. I got two go's and Minty only got one? Would this be his final stand? He lifted me up onto the bed again. The sheets were clean until he sat me upon them. I opened my mouth for a breath before feeling a thick tube shove itself down my throat. I choked on his cock. He spurted a glob down my throat, which I forcefully swallowed. He quickly pulled out, which I assumed was to let me breathe, but no, it was to cum all over my face and mane. I was covered in a puddle of his slime, coughing and wheezing. There seemed to be no end to this kind of treatment, but thankfully, our parents showed up. Uncle Brixxi had to stop fucking one of us daily when the month was nearing its' peak. He allowed a week of "soft-fucking", treating us with candy for the month we spent with him. He even went as far as to pinch my tits. Our nutrition was cum and his alone. Our bodies became skinnier and weaker the longer we spent with him. He told me, and me alone on one drunk night, that this was my punishment from my parents for all of my lies and accidents.

"Ja, zat is all, Detective. Zat's der trooz een all of it... Mein parents, ashamed of zeir actions... commit suicide. Ja... der body ju found vas Minty Root'z. Pleaze... Show mein uncle Brixxi no mercy." Adler spoke now to a stallion in a black suit. He had a bald mane and tail, and a glint in his eyes as if he was a saint. He nodded to the mare, walking out with a suitcase hooked to the side of his suit. After he had left, she sighed in relief, lying her head against the table.

The bald pony had traveled from Cloudsdale to Fillydelphia with diligence. A swift knock was delivered to the door of the household. With a doorknob turn and a door creak, it was open. The stallion inside seemed to have his cutie mark blocked by the door before he asked: "How can I help you?"