Breaker the Goat

Robin Hood(ie) and Daddy John

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It was only 8:30, but Bradley knew the rules. With a yawn he waddled down the hall towards his bedroom, only for his older bro to call out behind him. "Your room, lil' bro!" Brian giggled, "Simon says!" Bradley changed course for the nursery...his nursery, and his new life.

"Mommy and Daddy will take care of you, Simon says." Brian smiled, hopping onto the couch and resuming the game where Bradley had left off, "Now, I think it's time for you to go ni-ni, lil' bro. It's way past your bedtime...Simon says."

"Wait till mommy gets home." Brian plugged his nose and fanned the air, "You don't mind hangin' out in a poopy diaper, Simon says." And Breaker didn't. The fact he had a loaded huggies tapped to his waist had completely left his mind. Heck, he forgot he'd even pooped.

Suddenly, Brad couldn't bring himself to hate his older brother, even despite his actions. Brian was his older brother, the person he looked up to and admired and wouldn't DARE upset. It felt wrong to protest any further. "C-can I at least haf a change? Pleash?"

Of course he was scared of the dark! Who knew what kind of monsters could be lurkin' in there? "I-I'm sowwy, Bwian." Brad struggled to talk with the binky in his mouth, "Pwease...j-just tuwn me back." "I know you're sorry, lil bro. You love your older bro so much...Simon says."

"Simon says you like toons and legos and the stuff I like." All the horror movies and violent video games in Bradley's memory were replaced with TMNT and Transformers and Power Rangers. "Simon says you're a scardey-pants and you still sleep with a nightlight." Bradley shivered,

Bradley was as helpless as the baby he now resembled, his brother firing off reality-altering commands like a machine gun. "Simon says you get fussy without your binky." A red and blue pacifier appeared in Brad's muzzle.

"It's alright, lil bro. You're probably just grumpy 'cus potty training ain't been goin' so well." Brian giggled, "Simon Says." A loud fart rang out through the room, followed by a crinkly squish. Bradley's lungs deflated as he looked over his shoulder and at his distended seat.

Brian's concern for his "younger" brother's feelings vanished. "Simon says you're ALWAYS nice to your older brother...and you don't have a nickname." Bradley hid his face in his chest-fur, "S-s-sorry, big bro." He suddenly felt ashamed for how he was acting.

Sex was certainly something adult, and Brian inadvertently erased all Breaker's memories of having had it. Breaker had lost years of knowledge while simultaneously regaining his virginity. "Don't cry, Bradley!" Brian cooed. "BE QUIET, POOPIE HEAD! A-and don't call me Bradley!"

Breaker whimpered, "I can't go back to college like...THIS!" "Simon says you don't go to college." Brian shrugged, "Actually, Simon says you don't remember any of that dumb adult stuff." College, partying, drugs, booze, everything left his memory...and more.

Brian's grin grew, "Simon says your horns haven't started growin' yet." Breaker whimpered as he reached up to feel his proud pair receding, leaving him with infantile nubs that barely protruded through his shock of white hair. "Brian...please."

Breaker stopped dead in his tracks. He...he wouldn't dare hurt his big brother. And he could only think of him AS his big brother. Even if he was in grade school and Breaker was in college...he just...was his big brother. He always was. "Those horns are gonna hurt someone."

"You..." Breaker caught on quickly. He didn't understand how, but he knew the source. "You are stinkin' DEAD!" He lunged across the living room; more of a vigorous waddle, really. "Simon says you'd never hurt your big brother," Brian held a thumb to his chest, "Which is me."

"Simon says you aren't allowed to use cuss words." "BRIAN WHAT THE HECK DID YOU FLIPPIN' DO? I'M GONNA KICK YOUR HINEY IF YOU DON'T...don't..." Breaker grabbed his muzzle in horror, his cheeks beet-red beneath his snowy-white fur. "Mommy's rules, lil bro." Brian smirked.

"The hell do you me-" Breaker stopped hopping when his shorts suddenly inflated, and his legs were forced apart. He dropped his pants in a panic, his heart dropping when he saw a thick, crinkly baby diaper staring back at him. "What the...f-fuck?" He stammered, "BRIAN! THE FUCK?"

"Simon says...hop on one leg." Brian giggled at his older brother doing his best to bounce on one hoof. "This is so stupid." The goat huffed, "Aren't you too old for Simon Says?" He grinned, "And pull-ups?" "I've been dry all week!" Brian scowled. "Simon says you wear diapers."

I WILL start posting here, I swear. Need to reupload some of my art and stories.

A goat is a good animal because its first language is violence and its second language is screaming