>Morning comes too early
>It always does
>Well, at least you don't have to deal with your alarm clock now
>All hail the holiday week
>But still, the sunlight is irritating
>A million million miles away, and it still manages to shine right into your eyes
>Maybe you should've drawn the curtains before going to sleep
>But that's besides the point
>Doing that now wouldn't help a help a thing
>You're already awake
>As you do every morning, you take a moment to get your self back up to speed
>Fact: you are Gleaming Shield
>Fact: you're not the one babysitting your little brother
>Fact: the number one piece of handsome in all of Canterlot High is or was sleeping on the couch downstairs
>A few bonus facts to top it off:
>You want him in you
>Desperately so
>Also, he may or may not have seen your cooch yesterday
>All-in-all, perfect starting ground, no?
>Silently cooking up plans to make him fall head-over-heels for you, you drag yourself out of bed
>While getting dressed, your eye falls on a copy of Girlz Hi you were reading just before you went to bed
>More specifically, on the article you were reading
>How To Make Him Want You (HARD ;P)
>You were practically falling asleep reading it last night, so needless to say, you don't remember a word
>You slip a shirt on, but postpone putting on pants until after you've read it
>...
>What?
>Besides the stupid name and the 'hip' spelling, this magazine has helped you through some very uncomfortable periods in your life
>No judging!
>As you thought, the article consists of a number of ways to, well, seduce boys, ranging from wearing clothes that make your skimpiest outfit look like a habit, to outright telling him you like him, which are both no-go areas for you
>One particular 'tactic' catches your eye, however
>"If you want to show him what you can do, you have to get him to take you to the park! On a nice day, there will be a hot-dog stand there, and you can show off to him XP!!! How? Well, first you eat a hotdog. Of course you don't chew, girl!~~ You just slide it in like it's nothing! Make sure he sees it, because if you can fit one sausage, you can fit another 'sausage' ;P!!! And we all know that all boys want that <3! Go for it, girl!!!"
>Again, aside from the 'hip' spelling, this actually sounds reasonable
>And it's something you can do, too!
>...
>What?
>You got it in your head to 'be prepared for whatever happens', so one lonely weekend you bought a bunch of hotdog sausages and gained a few pounds
>Okay, so not all of them went down your throat at first, but that was all practice!
>No judging!
>At least you know it won't taste too bad for him eating you out
>Also, with a little bit of luck, Pony Joe's stand will be in the park today, so there's no way you can't go for it!
>Alright, now that that's decided, you put on a nice-looking pair of jeans, make sure your hair contains just the right amount of bedhead, and head downstairs'
>Over the length of the stairs, you adjust your pace and posture to that of a just-woke-up kind of sleepy girl
>Which you totally, 100% are
>You trudge into the living room, finding Crescendo and Dusk Shine already there
>"Oh, Gleaming, good morning!"
>"Morning, BSB-"
>Dusk glances at Crescendo for a split second
>"Morning, sis!"
"Morning."
>You try your best to appear just the right amount of sleepy as you smile at the two, before making your way to the kitchen
>You're barely in the kitchen, or you hear the tipper-tapper of little brother feet on the floor behind you
>"Oh! Gleaming! I made you breakfast!"
>He points to a plate on the counter, two slices of toast with fried egg and bacon
>Every single cooked item is a little black around the edges, but it looks very edible
>"Crescendo helped me cook it!"
"It looks delicious, Dusk."
>You can't help but smile at how proud your little brother looks as you help yourself to a fork and knife, and take your breakfast to the kitchen table
>You can actually see Crescendo from here
>He's focused on the TV, so your take the opportunity to steal a few glances at him while you eat
>Oh god he caught you staring!
>You don't actually know how fast you diverted your gaze back to your food, but it might just give light a run for its money
>Might as well start actually eating
>As you thought, it looks very edible
>But maybe someone should've taught Dusk that eggs with bacon don't need salt
>On the topic of meat
>You still want to swallow a certain sausage
>And you know just how to do that!
"So, um..."
>Crescendo tears his eyes away from the TV to look at you
>"Hm?"
"Lovely weather, huh?"
>"You could say that, yeah."
>Alright, time for the most critical part of the plan
"I thought, hey, why not take a w-"
>DUSK TO THE RESCUE
>"Wanna go outside? There's lots of flowers coming up in the park, and I wanna keep track of them!"
>"Oh, uh..."
>What?
>He's not gonna say no, is he?
>"Sure! Why not?"
>Alright!
>Phase one: complete!
>Maybe go for some extra credit, just to be safe
"I know a great park right around the corner, we could go there..?"
>"You mean the only park, sis?"
"Yeah, that one. Anyway, it's really, uh, nice."
>Crescendo smiles and gives a thumbs up
>Double success!
>The rest of your plan has to wait until you're actually there though
>In the mean time, you can only try not to fuck up
>Breakfast in uneventful, (un)fortunately
>No sudden make-out sessions or wet t-shirts
>You're wearing a sweater anyway
>No more than half an hour later, you're walking side-to-side with Crescendo
>Almost like a couple!
>Except, you know, couples hold hands
>And they don't bring an annoying younger brother
>And they bang
>But that aside, it certainly /feels/ like you could be a couple
>Or no, wait, that's just you wanting to be a couple
>On the matter of little brother, DUSK TO THE RESCUE was only partly true
>He really did want to  keep track of the flowers coming up
>At nearly every single flower, he stops, inspects it, and writes his findings down, resulting in you and Crescendo just waiting around most of the time
>Luckily, Pony Joe's comes into view before long
>Better news, Pony Joe's is in the park today!
>Best news, on the entire way here, you have avoided any awkward comments or silences!
>Mostly just by watching Dusk and saying nothing, though
>Come to think of it, Crescendo also just watched Dusk and said nothing
>Is he actually into you?
>Does he even like you in the first place?
>Of course he isn't into you!
>That's why you're seducing him!
>And the chance to do that is right there, too!
>All you have to do is, well, enjoy as snack before you can 'enjoy' Crescendo's 'snack'!
>Except
>You never made sure hotdogs are actually gonna happen
>And the stand is getting pretty close, too
>You have to take action before you've walked past it!
"So, um... Feeling hungry?"
>Crescendo thinks for a second
>"Oh, don't you worry about me, I'm fine."
>Great
>Just great
>Now what are you gonna do?
>...
>Of course!
>There's another party member!
"Hey, Dusk! Want a snack?"
>Dusk looks up from his flowers
>His gaze flicks from you to the hotdog stand, back to you
>"Joe's?"
"Of course!"
>Five seconds later, he's dragging you and Crescendo along to the stand
>You almost order three hotdogs, one for Crescendo, but go for two anyway
"Sure you don't want any, Crescendo?"
>"You know what? I might be feeling just a little peckish. I'll pay."
"Oh, but I brought money in case we-"
>"I can't just make you pay! Besides, I have more than enough on me."
>You try to protest one more time
>He won't have any of it one more time
>He orders his hotdog and pays for all three right away
>Not much later, and first out of the three of you, you have your snack in your hands
>Victory is literally one swallow away
>All you have to do is make sure he is watching, tilt your head back, and swallow
>Maybe make sure Dusk isn't watching
>Maybe wink
>Should you?
>Or would that be putting it on too thick
>Maybe he doesn't even like that sort of thing?
>He'd think you're just after his dick, and not him!
>Would he like that?
>Are slutty girls his fetish?
>Or would he hate you for it?
>Maybe you should try and make it look like it's difficult
>Make him think you haven't killed your gag reflex completely
>"Gleaming?"
>But then you'd look like you're making an effort just to deepthroat something
>Which brings up the slut problem again
>"Gleaming!"
"Huh? What?"
>Crescendo's voice pulls you back to Equestria
>While you were thinking, both he and Dusk found time to both receive their hotdogs, and eat half of them
>Meanwhile, you're just standing there
>And knowing yourself, you know what's about to happen
>The sun is gonna set before you deepthroat that sausage
>And, well, by that time, Crescendo's gonna have put his dick on the list of things he's never gonna stick into you
>Instead, you just opt for eating your snack the normal way, as you have done a million times before
>This one's a little thicker than the supermarket ones, but you can swallow it just fine
>...
>Why is Crescendo staring like that?
>...
>Why is Joe staring like that?
>Is there something on your mouth?
>You ordered without sauce especially for that!
>Right then, Joe comes into motion, and gives Crescendo a strong 'pat' on the back
>"You're a lucky guy, you know that?"
>A lucky guy?
>Why would he-
>Wait a second
>Let's rewind a bit
>'Instead, you just opt for eating your snack the normal way, as you have done a million times before'
>The last you-don't-know-how-many hotdogs you've eaten
>In fact, the only hotdogs you remember having eaten recently
>They were all training
>And you know for what
>By the time you were down to the last batch, it'd basically become a reflex for you to throw your head back and swallow
>Add to this that you don't remember chewing this one just now
>Or even biting off
>...
>Fuck
>You did it
>And he saw it
>Thank god Dusk didn't
>But Crescendo did
>And that look on his face...
>He hasn't moved a muscle, even when Pony Joe slammed him on the back
>That look on his face...
>It's one of shock
>It's one of surprise
>It's one of amazement
>It's one of disgust
>You can clearly see it
>He hates it
>You were right on deciding against doing it
>Except for the part where you did it
>Slowly, life returns to Crescendo
>And he mutters one word, nearly too soft for you to hear
>"Wow..."
>'Wow'?
>So is that good or bad?
>Oh, you could just die from embarrassment right now!
>If you ever even had a tiny chance at Crescendo, well
>You've probably blown it
>Big time
>"Gleaming? Crescendo? Hello?"
>Both of you flinch at a purple hand waving between you
>Dusk has already finished his snack, and is now getting bored
>"If you're just gonna stare at Gleaming, can we get going?"
>"Huh? No, I, uh, wasn't staring, Dusk. I just, um... She... She has something on her mouth. See?"
>Crescendo taps the corner of his mouth, looking between you and Dusk
>You mirror his motion, and find out that there actually were some crumbs on your lips
>God, you not only looked like a dirty slut, but a messy one as well!
>You could just die twice right here!
>Or, you know, lock yourself in your room
"He's right, y-you know..."
>Looks like that caught their attention
"We, uh, we better get going. Dusk, you looked at all your flowers, right?"
>"Well, actu-"
"Great! Let's go home then!"
>You quickly walk off, back to home, a little quicker than you'd hoped
>You don't want to make it look like you just want to go home
>But you give up when you hear Crescendo tell your brother that "she wants to go home, let's go"
>You use the short walk home to think things over for a second
>Plan: failed
>Time for plan B
>Step 1: Go into your room
>Step 2: Never come out again
>Can't go wrong
>In fact, you execute it just like that
>The first thing you do when you're home is rus- er, /casually/ walk back up to your room
>You close the door behind you and fall back on your bed
>Well, better get used to a life of seclusion
>After a few minutes, your eyes falls on your chest
>Or rather, a sizable drop of hotdog sauce that landed there
>Either no one said anything or they didn't see it
>Either way, off with your shirt
>You don't know where Crescendo is right now, so you'll keep it in your room right now
>It takes you a few more minutes to pick a new shirt to wear
>In fact, before you've even made a choice...
>Knock knock knock
>"Uh, Gleaming? About the guest bed... Can we do that now, or are you busy?"
"What, busy? Of course I'm not busy or anything! Go on ahead, just give me a second!"
>You throw on the first shirt your hands find and step outside your room
>Crescendo went on ahead, into the guest room, and he's cleared the bed of all the crap that was lying on it
>He's even taken the liberty of getting everything ready to make the bed
"Alright, sheets first? Those are always such a pain, so let's get those out of the way."
>You never intended to make a joke, but Crescendo snickers at your comment anyway
>Or... at you?
>Is it weird that you hate putting sheets on?
>"You're right, those damned corners..."
>His snicker recedes to a smile
>"But you have fitted sheets, so that's cool."
>You giggle back at his comment, trying not to make it sound forced
>You then tackle two of those damned corners each, trying not to hinder each other while working on your half
>Naturally you're looking down doing it
>So naturally your tits come into view
>So naturally you finally find out what exactly you're wearing
>In your haste to find a clean shirt, you threw on one of your hot-weather shirts
>White, low-cut, and just a little tight, perfect to make your tits stand out
>You peek up at Crescendo just in time to see him quickly divert his gaze back to his task
>Yep, he was staring
>Does he think you did it on purpose?
>Does he... does he like it?
>Does he hate it?
>If he's having a hard time not looking, he's doing a great job hiding it
>So what do you do now?
>Call him out on it?
>Encourage him?
>Actually, for now, nothing
>Maybe a miracle will happen and this'll all will end up with his seed inside you
>After the sheet, you tackle the pillowcase while Crescendo does the same for the comforter
>Takes both of you all of 20 seconds
>You lay both items on the bed, make sure it's neat, and give the pillow a little pat to finish it off
"How's this? Think you can sleep on it?"
>"Oh, they're great."
>Yes!
>Satisfied with a job well done, you leave the bedroom, but not without a glance at the clock
"Nearly five already? I best get started on dinner."
>"Don't worry! I'll, uh, I'll get that, no worries. Least I can do after your, eh, hospitality."
>Crescendo gives you a slightly uneasy smile before heading downstairs
>...
>Was it something you said or did?
>Let's see...
>Bed, tits, pillow, ask him if it's alright, he said they're fine, and suddenly this
>Wait a fucking second
>Oh, they're great.
>they're great.
>they
>So he /was/ looking!
>Better yet, he liked it!
>Does this mean he wants you?
>Do you have a shot at him?
>Would he do you?
>Would he...
>Would he date you?
>Your happy, nearly giddy mood quickly turns to soft and flustered as you consider the prospect of actually dating Crescendo
>You mean, being his fucktoy would be totally awesome, but dating him...
>He's so much better-looking than you
>So much more popular
>So much more... everything!
>Actually, him dating you would probably only pull his status down
>And while you're sure he's cool enough to be above the status thing, being reduced to the likes of the school marching band just because of you...
>Even he would never do that
>You slump a little, perk up again when your gaze slides down to your own bosom
>Still, being his secret toy would be great too!
>And since you're sure he at least likes your tits, you got something to work from
>"Gleaming? Hello?"
>A tap on your shoulder makes you nearly jump in surprise, and you quickly turn to face the offender
>Seems like Dusk was trying to make his way upstairs
"Dusk! You scared me!"
>"You... You were having mood swings in the middle of the hallway... again."
"Well, my mood swings are none of your business!"
>Dusk steps back, hands in the air
>"I never said that! I just, uh, I just wanted to ask you something!"
>Oh.
"... Oh. Sorry. What is it?"
>"Uh, wanna play 'Stache Pros together?"
>Ugh, typically Dusk to propose a video game at a moment like this
>And typically Gleaming to go kick hiss ass in it
>You and your little brother head downstairs, into the first smells of Crescendo's cooking
>You proceed to spend the next who knows how many hours absolutely obliterating your little brother, round after round
>Except for the rounds that he won, but those are mere details
>After round who-knows-how-many, your grumbling stomach pulls you back to the real world
>Crescendo's kitchen work just smells so gooood~
>Wait a second...
>Sniff sniff
>Is that..?
>Sniff
>It is!
"Blueberry pancakes?"
>Crescendo gives a chuckle from the kitchen
>"That's right!"
"My favourite! How'd you guess?"
>"I had help from a little bird~"
>"Hey! I'm not little!"
>You and Crescendo share a laugh over your little brother's reaction
>He's just so silly at times
"How long until they're done?
>"About thirty seconds."
>It takes about five of those for you to register just what he means
>You rush into the kitchen, but slow down just before you get in Crescendo's field of vision
>Don't want to make yourself look back
>You quickly start setting the table, and with Dusk's help, you're actually done before Crescendo is
>You sit down opposite of Crescendo, next to your brother, and, well, dig in
>from time to time, you steal a glance at Crescendo
>Sometimes, you even find him looking your way
>Though his eyes may have stuck a little lower than yours at times
>Thank you, low-cut top
>Aside from this and Dusk's rambling over a myriad of subjects, dinner is quite uneventful
>That is, until Crescendo speaks up
>"I, uh, I have an announcement to make."
>You and Dusk both stop eating, full attention on him
>"My birthday is tomorrow, and I was gonna throw a party tomorrow night, but then your parents called me and now I'm here, so..."
"No party? I'm sor-"
>"You can throw your party here! It'll be fun!"
>Crescendo chuckles at Dusk's answer
>"No offense, Dusk, but this isn't the kind of party that kids your age can attend. Anyway, as I was saying, there will probably a few people dropping by, but I'll try to keep it to a minimum, okay?"
"Oh, but you could throw it here! I can buy you something tomorrow afternoon, and Dusk can have a sleepover with a friend, no problem. I virtually never go to parties, so it'll be great, right!"
>By the time you realized what you were saying, it was already too late stop
>So you just outright assumed he wants you at his party
>Great going
>"You'd like it? I mean, I was going to invite you, but I heard you hate crowds so I decided against it. Oh, and don't worry about a present. My parents already got me everything."
>He laughs at his own joke, and you laugh with him, but more out of kindness than anything
>Because, well, it's a huge problem
>His parents already got him everything
>What the fuck are you gonna come up with?
"Uh, how many people?"
>"Oh, I'll keep it small. How about... forty, fifty?"
>Forty to fifty?
>Where would he even get that many people from?!
"Sure!"
>How are you even going to breathe?
>How are you explaining the mess to your parents?
>"Oh, don't worry, Gleaming. Everyone knows my parties are clean-up-after-yourself."
>And people listen to that?
>No fucking way that this will end well
>But you already said yes
>No backing out now
"Alcohol?"
>"Only if you're cool with it."
"Oh, um..."
>Shit
>What do?
>He's obviously saying it to comfort you
>He -and his friends- are gonna want alcohol
"Sure."
>"There's gonna be alcohol? But we're not allowed to drink, Gleaming!"
>Fucking Dusk Shine
"Correction, /you/ aren't allowed. I turned eighteen last month, remember?"
>"You did? Congratulations!"
>He didn't know?
>Oh, of course he didn't
>You didn't celebrate it with friends
>Well, you did online
>And with family
>The most boring kind of celebration
>Your mom even invited principal Celestia
>Now that was a hoot
"Oh, it's nothing. Just a number. Heh. Aaaanyway, Dusk, how about you go find out who you wanna sleepover with and we'll call the tomorrow?"
>"Do I have to go?"
"Yes."
>"But I want to party!"
"Fifty people, Dusk. You shut down in front of ten."
>"Well so do you!"
>Hey!
>No fair!
>Crescendo's right there!
"Dusk Shine, I'm your older sister and you have to go, end of story!"
>Dusk replies just by crossing his arms and pouting
>You turn to Crescendo, finding him with an amused smirk
"Heh, little brothers."
>He laugh at either your comment or you, before turning to Dusk
>"Hey, it's okay, little buddy! How about this: For your birthday, We'll throw the biggest party ever, okay?"
>This seems to cheer him up
>"Yeah, maybe I can call Bubble Berry, I bet he can make it fun."
>"Totally, Dusk. Until then, who wants dessert?"
>You do!
>Then again...
>You've been eating a lot of desserts lately
>Well, not just desserts, but you get the point across
>And you keep seeing and reading things about guys loving that flat stomach
>Which you don't exactly have
>So maybe you should try and lay off the sweets
>For him
>Needless to say, you end up with an ice cream dessert anyway
>Worth it
>Got dessert
>After that, you and Dusk clean the table up again
>House rules about cooking and setting/cleaning the table
>It doesn't take too long, but add a few incredibly short minutes of watching TV and it's suddenly already past Dusk's bedtime
>Crescendo goes take care of getting Dusk to bed, leaving you alone with your thoughts
>Or rather, thought
>What the fuck will you get him?
>What do you get someone who already has everything?
>This single question dominates your train of thought, and it doesn't stop when Crescendo returns
>You pretend you're watching TV, but really, you're just discarding present ideas
>Too cheap, too expensive, too girly, too boyish
>It's just impossible!
>"Gleaming?"
>Then again, he said no presents, and he might mean that...
>Which only makes the present more important!
>"Gleaming?"
>Your eyes shoot open when Crescendo softly shakes your shoulder
>How long have you been lying against his arm?
>A split second later, you're sitting upright again
"S-sorry!"
>"No, really, it's okay."
>After a short, and very awkward silence, you both continue
>"In fact, I found it c-"
"I should go to bed."
>You do your best to hide your quickly reddening face as you stand up and walk off, on the verge of running to your room
>A few minutes later, you're in bed, in your normal sleepwear
>Sleep eludes you once more
>Doesn't surprise you, your brain's still buzzing with that single question
>What the fuck will you get him?