"Can we have a movie night tonight?"

Twilight had spent most of the day in her room, whether she was up to some below-the-board shenanigans or just avoiding giving her brother a mirror of his own avoidance remained to be determined.

Shining, after finding the remainder of the house surprisingly empty on waking up, had instead occupied the living room, sitting on the couch with his blankets and flipping through television channels, searching for something soul-filling but eventually just settling on the Food Network as usual. Berry Punch was showing the culinary applications of vodka in a three part special, and he managed to tune in just as it started. Not that they had any alcohol in the house besides whiskey. The only one he and Cadance could agree on. She still picked up coolers occasional. Let him stick with the usual.

Still, he'd known she'd emerge some time. He'd prepared himself by thinking of the stash of cleaning supplies under his bathroom sink and repeating the image of it like a mantra in his mind any time thoughts of pajamas or hindquarters arose. Any time something purple, usually.

It wasn't much effect. Twilight still smelled like her own distinctive mix of special shampoo scent (evidently she wasn't using Cadance's kiwi) and 'little sister', which was an aroma that might not have existed at all but permeated Shining's nostrils nonetheless. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and every thing else as a matter of fact as well.

There was, underneath the flat-screen that took up the majority of the wall opposite the couch, a set of wooden shelves stack with discs in their cases, alphabetized and probably amounting to about two-hundred titles in total. Shining stared at the shelves for a moment, then at the pile of blankets bunched up at the end of the couch. Then at his hands, which were bunched into fists. He relaxed them, slightly. Then at Twilight, who was staring at him, her eyebrows raised.

"Well?" she said.

"I don't think we have anything to watch," Shining said, deadpan.

Twilight smiled.

"That's okay. I brought one of my favorites from home. We can watch that!"

Of course she did. Tomorrow morning, are we going to wake up and just find her naked and on top of us? Well, to be honest, that would save a lot of work...

"What's it about?" Shining asked, raising an eyebrow cautiously. "If it's another pony thing..."

"No ponies this time." Twilight shook her head and grabbed onto the couch's arm-rest, peeking up from over it like she was a kid peering over a candy counter. "Just time travel. Ooh, and space-fighting. That's just fighting, but in space."

"Right."

"I'll go get it out of my suit-case," Twilight said. She jumped up from the end of the couch, her tits struggling to bounce under her sweater but succeeding nonetheless, and probably continuing as she bounded away to the bedroom and excavated the movie from wherever it was lodge in the detritus of her belongings.

It's gonna have sex scenes in it. You can practically guarantee it.

Well, we can just skip those, can't we?

If you're brave enough to ask for the remote, so am I. Good luck.

Shining took the opportunity of Twilight's absence from the room to grab some of the blankets from the end of the couch and throw them over his legs, hiding any erstwhile evidence that might incriminate him or otherwise interrupt the movie viewing. In a best case scenario, he could stay relatively still and distant from Twilight for about two hours, and even get up to 'go to the bathroom' if he needed a breather. This would be totally easy. Very doable.

"Oh, shoot," Twilight said. She was coming down the hall with a disc in its case, the title The Flowers of Time¹ just barely visible on its edge-label. As was the 'unrated' sticker beside it. "I think I brought the collector's edition with the bonus scenes and extra material..."

"Does that mean it's longer?" Shining shuffled underneath the blankets, preemptively covering the outline of his cock underneath his jeans, if it was there already.

Twilight nodded. "Uh-huh. By about half an hour. But all the added stuff is... kinda weird."

"What do you mean by weird?"

Twilight knelt down next to the T.V.'s disc-player and inserted the movie sideways, straight-up as it was designed, no latch or door. Just a smooth insert to a vertical socket. After a few seconds, the T.V. blinked to life and displayed an ornate title screen with falling flower petals and a soft music loop with bells and the sound of wind swooshing in the background.

"Well... it's all, like, not really related to the plot." Twilight stood up and put the disc case on the living room table, then sat down next to her brother, taking up all of the space on the couch next to him and completely ignoring the empty bit of room available at the end, as well as the blanket. She immediately snuggled up to her brother's chest and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Some stuff happens at the beginning with the main character, she's the daughter of this scientist... well, just watch and you'll see what I mean."

Shining looked forward as directed to a dark screen, barely lit by a single dim bulb shining out of view of the camera. It was illuminating what at first to be an empty chair, but then panned to reveal the outline of an occupant: a slender, naked girl, wearing a dark, black, studded collar around her neck. Her hair was brown and short-cut, just below her ears. And she was blind-folded. Gagged. And whimpering.

This is it. She's gone nuclear.

"So there's this thing with her and the villain—he shows up in a bit—that got completely cut out of the theatrical release. She's in a Master-slave relationship with him, and even though a lot of people feel like it's just gratuitous fetish fulfillment, I think it actually adds a lot of really dark and mature subtext to their on-screen interactions once you've seen them fool around together—"

"Okay Twilight, that's it. I just remembered I have to call Cadance and confess my undying devotion to her over and over again for the next two hours, so I won't be able to watch a movie with you."

Shining leaped up from the couch, pulling the blankets with him and dislodging Twilight with a spinning motion, letting her tumble a few times around before finally landing oomphily on the couch.

Twilight took a few seconds to adjust to the sudden increase and displacement in velocity, and by the time she'd gotten around to 'Hey!' and sitting up, her brother was gone.

She checked the bathroom, the garage, and every room of the house, including the bedroom she was using, but found no sign of her brother, until finally he returned just before midnight, said nothing, and went straight to the couch to sleep.

Author's Notes:

1: TO THE FLOWERS OF TIME! - Ed.