“Hey there sis,” my brother opened the door, coming in from a late night at the Cloudsdale Community College, where he’d been taking classes in carpentry. At least, that was what he was into this week, he’d probably change to knitting or something next week.

I didn’t bother to respond as he put his bag down and breathed deeply. His lanky form leant against the fridge which he then opened up, grabbing a carton of milk, drinking straight from the packaging. “Where’s Mom and Dad? Thought there’d be dinner waiting for me in the oven or something.”

I was not in the mood for his childish and immature ways right now, after the day I’d had, I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to even answer him. I relented however and explained “They’re at the school, having a meeting with the principal… s-s-some kids today, w-were picking on me and…” I trailed off, not wanting to talk about it.

The memories of how they’d jumped me in the playground, chanting their sick and hurtful comments. ‘Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Fluttershy can hardly fly!’
I sniffed, shuddering as I relived those horrid memories of today. I’d run to the bathrooms crying, after that it hadn’t been long before my parents had come to collect me. They took me home and spent the day kindly consoling me as they always did, only going in after my Father insisted.

Unfortunately, my brother wasn’t one to gave a darn about anypony other than himself, so he naturally reacted in the way I knew he would. “But I’m hungry!? It’s like 9pm, how can they still be at the school!? I mean, after a busy day of learning my future trade, I’d expect at least a meal and a loving embrace, instead I get bratty little sis and no dinner!”

Typical as always. It was always about him. “Zeph, I-I… It’s n-not my fault” I protested, but Zephyr seemed genuinely upset as he frowned, sitting down opposite me at the kitchen table.

He finished his milk and growled, “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been nice to you Flutter Butter; I mean, a big brother is a pony who looks out for his younger sibling, but with you, I’ve gone above and beyond the Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2.

He was selfish sure, but he could be mean when he wanted, and right now I didn’t want that, simply apologising “I-I’m s-sorry, I’m sure Mom will make you something later.”

He snorted and crushed the milk carton, seeming to have had a bad day himself as he flung it across the room.

“You know Flutters, I’m getting real tired of your attitude. Just cause you play the perfect daughter, the brilliant little star of the family doesn’t mean that you get to diss me!”

I decided that it was probably time to leave Zeph alone. Rising, I made for the stairs, not uttering a word of explanation as Zeph protested “Hey! Where you think you’re going!? We’re not done here!”

He followed behind me, seeming to trail my hooves as I looked back, my hair falling over my eyes, telling him, “I’m going to my room Z-Zeph,” my brother saying nothing as he followed behind me.

I stopped halfway up the staircase and demanded “Wh-What’s your deal? I-I’ve h-h-had a pretty bad d-day too, I just want to re-rest a b-bit. Surely you want some rest as well?”

He licked his lips, his form easily making me feel very small against him. I was tall for my age, but I was very under-developed. Many ponies called me names for my small wings. They called me deer legs for my lanky and thin hooves and criticised my skinny figure, calling me anorexic and ugly.

“You know… you’re a very… pretty little thing for a sister. Why you gotta make me mad Flutter Butter, don’t you know brothers and sisters gotta’… have love for each other?”

He tugged on my tail, causing me to ‘EEP’ as I quickly ascended a few more steps away from him, turning to face him.

“What are you-” I tried to ask but he leant forward, his thin lips touching mine as he kissed me. I’d seen my parents kiss before, I’d seen other ponies kiss before as well, but this was wrong and made me highly uncomfortable.

“Zeph… stop” I protested, blushing, but he seemed to get angry again, his dreamy and dazed look becoming a snarl as he roughly turned me around to face the front of the stairs.

He did something he’d never done before. He pushed me forwards. He’d always been mouthy, always been intolerant of others, but now he began to physically march me up the stairs, soliciting squeaks of protest from me as I was pushed towards my room, my little useless wings fluttering as I became fearful.

“Wh-What are y-you?” I tried to ask him something, but he wasn’t saying anything. His usual chatty, loudmouth ways were now reduced to impassive features as he threw open my bedroom door and pushed me inside.

It was like he was a completely different stallion as he pushed me onto the bed, locking the door behind him as suddenly his body was pressing up against my back. His mint green fur meshing against my yellow as my lip trembled, his body weight making it hard to breathe.

“You’re like a little pillow Flutter Butter, I gotta say, I’ve been thinking about this for some time. Now I reckon we have a little while before Mom and Dad get home, maybe I’ll skip dinner after all… play with ma… lil’ sister.”

I was so confused why he was hurting me, my wings pressed up against his belly made me feel cramped and highly uncomfortable.

“I-I’ll t-t-tell Mom!” I tried to warn, but his hoof came down on my neck, squeezing my windpipe as he growled. “You ain’t telling Mom, or Dad shit sis’, had enough of your little bitchin’ now it’s time for Zephy to have his fun… besides, you’ll probably enjoy yourself if you relax…”

I didn’t understand what he was talking about as he held me down and began to kiss my neck, smothering me with his lips. I was unsure why he was treating me like one of his mare-friends and squirmed and writhed on the bed.

Something pressed against my stomach and my ears went flat against my head… no… no that was his… he wasn’t going to? Impossible… h-h-he wouldn’t dare!?

I don’t know how many years it has been but I remember it like it was yesterday.

The first time my brother had expressed his love for me had been something special, even if I didn’t know it at the time. The feelings he gave me that night so long ago and all the other nights after, I’d learned to cherish as I grew up. I relished in them when I went into my teens, mourning them when I became too old for him to care about anymore.

Though his abandonment had hurt, I’d understood. Ponies like Zeph and I were mis-understood, kindred spirits. Some ponies loved the simple mare and stallion rule. Others loved stallion and stallion, others mare on mare…

Others had no particular preference, I suppose that was where I and Zeph differed. He loved only the fillies, he’d once told me. I, on the other hoof, had developed several unusual tastes, including my lust for animals, but alas another story for another time.

Looking out across the street I was weary, after all this was illegal by the standards of the law and I was cautious as I always was when I did this kind of thing.

It seemed fine, two hours had passed and nopony had walked by looking shady or like the authorities.

It was surprising how little the law knew about ponies like us. How free we were to run amok these days with the new technology fillies and colts and ourselves used. Not that I minded, it made it so much easier to meet new lovers and friends.

I cared not for their gender, only that they were sweet, kind and willing to tolerate my age. As little Cherry Fizz had.

I’d first contacted the sweet pink filly when she was talking on a forum under the username ‘FlutterButter21.’ She seemed nice, her picture showing her as a sweet little 11-year-old filly and after a few video calls, we’d agreed to meet up and talk about what she was currently going through.

The poor dear, like I’d been, was confused about her sexuality. Alone and with no friends or brothers and sisters to help ease the tension in her, I knew it was my mission to tutor her and help her understand what true love and friendship was.

Her house seemed nice. Though I’d lived outside Ponyville for years, I’d never been here specifically and as I trotted up and knocked on the door, her sweet little voice called out, beckoning me in.

I was hesitant as I looked through the window. After seeing a blurry pink figure waiving me in, I hesitantly went inside and paced up to the kitchen counter in the main room.

There was nopony here now, but before I had a chance to ask, her voice called out once again. “Hey! Sorry about that, but I was getting changed. Did you bring all the… toys!?” she asked enthusiastically.

“No,” I murmured quietly as I was getting a little weary, making my way over to the archway in the side of the kitchen. I was shocked when I suddenly spotted cameras and a brown stallion holding a red file waiting for me instead of Cherry Fizz.

‘I should have known,’ I thought as I put my head down, squee’d and promptly ran towards the exit, my wings fluttering fiercely as I burst out the door before anypony could catch me.

However, it wasn’t enough as I felt a hoof cuff swipe onto one of my back legs, followed by a white Pegasi Police officer, tackling me mid-air.

I dropped to the ground with a mewl of pain as an officer stretched out my forehooves, my tail going between my legs as my eyes teared up in pain, both inside and out.

“GET DOWN NOW!” one of the officers yelled at me as another set of cuffs popped onto my hooves.

“I-I-I wasn’t” I protested, but realised I needed to shut up as my rights were read to me. The chat was vague and I hadn’t been in the house long. They surely had nothing on me.

A police cart with a makeshift cage at the back trundled forwards, pulled by two officers with what looked like Cheerilee, the local teacher and some other smartly dressed stallion inside, the first looking sad and the latter angry at everything.

I kept my cool, crying lightly as I was led into the cage, the officers explaining how I would be taken for processing later. I didn’t see what the big deal was. After all, I only wanted to help the poor dear.

I’d never have hurt her…

Author's Note

Me, Fail English? That's Unpossible...