The Family Cygnet

It was late morning. Shining’s dreams had been strange, filled with his sister and his wife. As interesting as the dreams had been—everything from playing O&O with them to uncomfortably carnal imagery, and much more in between—they hadn’t been restful. He’d ended up sleeping far later than he planned. Shining hadn’t seen anypony around the house, so he figured his parents were out to work.

Work. He should be back home with his family. His flimsy excuse to stay in Canterlot wasn’t being bought by anypony. Cadance knew he was really here to get some space and think, and she was loving and thoughtful enough to let him.

Twilight full well knew the same. His parents didn’t care, they were just happy to have both their children back for the time being. Probably the only pony in his life the excuse was really for was Flurry. And she didn’t give him the time of day anymore, especially now that she was obsessed with this new coltfriend.

Why hide anything at all anymore?

He sat in the burned out kitchen, wondering how he got there. He needed to talk to Twilight, bad enough that he should probably visit her at the castle. There was no reason he couldn’t. It was perfectly normal for him to visit as her brother. They had been over worried. Nopony would guess that they were trying out dating.

And so what if they did? She was the sole leader of all of Equestria. The Princess in charge. He was the Prince of the Crystal Empire.

At worst, there would be some weird glances and a publicity hit, but neither he nor Twilight would care.

How nice would that be? A visit where all three of them could sit down, laugh and chat together like normal. And then all three of them could retire to the bedroom. And there would be snuggles.

Shining loved snuggles. Cadance loved snuggled. Twilight probably would love snuggles. Then snuggles would turn into kisses. Then kisses would turn into…

The thought made his heart race again. Cadance would love Twilight easily, frankly she probably already did. His wife had an active and fertile imagination, and almost certainly had a fantasy or ten about his little sister. The thought made him smile—he loved Cadance for who she was.

Maybe his little retreat had finally worked out.