[Creative Writing] Cat's out of the bag

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Penumbra Gryphon

Graphics Developer, Amateur Flight Enthusiast, and Part-Time Stone Road Technician.

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She picked up the little sketch book and nimbly flipped through the pages.  "Rainbow Dash wishes you a wonderful summer," she spoke aloud.  “Pinkie Pie also wishes you a wonderful summer,” the female gryphon giggled.  Her little brother froze as if shot by an unseen arrow.  He didn’t think she would find that sketchbook.  The drawings were for his eyes only.  The younger gryphon began to sweat profusely.

"How do you know their names so well?" she asked.  The younger gryphon's beak was still agape, unable to comprehend the situation.  He could barely make eye contact with his older sister.  "I... give me that back."

"No, you and I are going to have a nice long conversation about this," the older gryphon grinned cruelly.  She was having more fun than her whole week combined!

Embarrassed and slightly shamed, the younger gryphon began his long tale of discovery.  He had found something he sincerely loved.  Sure, it was a made up world, but at least he was happy.  It had all began with his friend introducing him and others to this strange new world.

Ponies welcomed tolerance and happiness.  It was an extreme contrast to the world the younger gryphon was comfortable with.  And yet... he began to love it.  It was strange how he had grown so attached to imaginary characters.  He could name the mane cast off the top of his head and point out their flaws and strengths.

The young gryphon glanced back at his sister.  He took a deep breath and started his verbal trek.  Before he could finish explaining the rulers' roles, he was cut off by a rude chortle of laughter.  "Princess CELESTIA?  LUNA?" his elder sister snickered.  “You know that the moon is still visible during the day right?  Also, the earth revolves around the sun...  logic is flawed right there."  She spoke in a teasing tone that meant to poke fun at rather than to ridicule in a rude way.  It didn’t really matter the tone she used though, the words were still sandpaper.

He continued his little speech, citing all the positive points of the show as if this discussion was a research paper that dictated his life.  In a way, it dictated how his family would view him.  The younger gryphon moved onto the mane cast.  Every once in a while, he would hear a muffled giggle coming from his sister.  It wasn’t a cruel laugh at his expense anymore; the younger gryphon began to laugh as well.  It was a sort of awkward way to communicate understanding between the two: she accepted his strange interest and he allowed her into his private world.

"Rainbow Dash?  Apple Jack?  Pinkie Pie?  Their names are so cute!" she teased.

"Yeah yeah," muttered the irritated little gryphon.  "Anyway so Twilight Sparkle is the mai-"

His sentence was cutoff once again by a thunderous string of laughter.  It started out muffled and quiet, but grew loud enough to break his concentration.  "TWILIGHT-TWILIGHT SPARKLE?!" laughed his older sister.  She certainly was enjoying herself.  The younger gryphon let out a laugh of his own, despite his attempts to stay serious.  Twilight’s name was somewhat ridiculous now that he thought about it.  Maybe she just wants to know the truth, he thought to himself.

She leaped onto the younger gryphon’s bed with the same grace a rhinoceros would offer in a charge; the older gryphon forced a loud squeak from the bed.  "Alright continue this little bedtime story," she said with a smile.  It was surprisingly sincere in contrast to the hectic dialogue they were sharing.  He secret was essentially dissolved by now; it was no use holding back.

He continued his story, mapping out the first two episodes.  Eventually his older sister asked him an unnerving question: "Why do you like My Little Pony?  Doesn't that make you gay?"  It was a loaded question, but they both knew that the older gryphon was not accusing the younger in any way.

"I am not gay!" the young gryphon half yelled.  Though there was nothing wrong with people who were homosexual, the male gryphon felt insulted.  The older gryphon politely asked the younger to explain what he liked about the show.  "I like the characters.  They really seem believable in the fact that they have their own flaws."

The male gryphon went on to explain each character in depth.  He made sure to include their role, element, flaws, and occupation if they had one.  The female gryphon’s eyes began to open more slowly; she was becoming tired and perhaps bored.  Eventually, his older sister fell asleep.  Ugh, at least that's over with, he thought to himself.  The young gryphon sat back down onto his chair and decided to document the little fiasco that happened that night.  The cat was out of the bag.  His sister knew he was a Brony.  In a few months, his brother will know as well.