The blue pony steps out into an open field, surrounded by chairs, flowers, and an arch. Feeling lost and confused, he glances down at his own hooves and notices that he’s wearing…lace? His tail feels confined and he turns his head to see why, a skirt?! He’s in a dress?! Out of the corner of his eye he notices the green coat of his brother, of who is wearing a suit. “What’s going on!?” He asks, demanding an answer.

“What do you mean ‘what’s going on’, this was your idea.” His brother responds.

“This looks like a bloody WEDDING.” The blue pony says. “And why am I wearing a dress?!”

“Oh that part was my idea, I thought you looked cuter that way, dear.”

“…Dear?” The blue pony questions.

“Don’t you remember? A law was passed recently, as long as a related couple is unable to conceive young, they’re allowed to get married with no issues.” The green pony explains.

“Related…couple…?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you? We’re getting married!”

The blue pony wants to yell out loud, but for some reason, his mouth doesn’t open and make noise. Instead, lacking sudden free will, he steps up to his brother, and around him, ponies appear in the previously empty seats. His brother holds out a hoof and he meets it with his own, unable to stop himself from doing it. His brother goes to lean in for a kiss-

The blue pony wakes up from sleeping, his muzzles pressed against a body pillow of himself in a kissing position; the pillow is covered with drool. Upon realizing he’s now awake and that whole wedding thing was a DREAM, he tosses the pillow on the floor and lays in bed in shock for a few moments while he processes through his mind what just happened. Why was he dreaming about MARRYING HIS OWN BROTHER? He HATES him…right? He feels disgusting just laying there so he gets up to take a cold shower and wash away the shame.