Handsome Pony - Her Lovely Voice (Sweetie Belle)

>You are Anon, relatively new student at Canterlot High
>All-in-all, you have a pretty good life: loving family, decent grades, okay at sports, and a few close friends
>You've even managed to make good progress with a few girls
>And by few, you mean none
>The closest you have to a female acquaintance is Sweetie Belle
>According to her, Sweetie got the brains while her older sister Rarity got the beauty
>That explains why Sweetie was the tutor and Rarity was always being "tutored"
>Yeah, Sweetie had figured out what her sister was doing when she was supposedly studying history

>Of course, you had tried to explain to Sweetie multiple times that she was quite attractive as well, but she would always dismiss it as "Anon being his usual nice self"
>You could never bring yourself to tell her what you really felt
>Everything about her was breathtaking to you: her bouncing hair, her soft green eyes, her voice
>Oh Celestia, her voice
>In comparison, angels shat into flugelhorns and called it music
>Nothing could hold a candle to her divine voice
>That was actually how you first met her: you had overheard her quietly singing a melodious tune while walking to class and had confronted her about it
>Apparently the song was of her own creation, something that astounded you
>From there you found that you both loved music and wanted to become famous music artists, and the rest is history
>Unfortunately, she had some fear of singing for the public, so you rarely got to hear her hum, let alone actually belt a tune

>Sweetie had tried to introduce you to her two friends, but they both had a strict "no-boys" policy
>According to Sweetie, the only time they even brought boys up was when they mentioned "Sweetie and Anon", usually followed by air kisses and overly-dramatic sighs
>You and Sweetie would both laugh it off, but deep down you wished that "Sweetie and Anon" was really
>Be Monday at lunch, sitting with "the guys"
>Queue the usual inside jokes and friendly banter, but your heart just isn't in it today
>You look around the lunch room but can't seem to find Sweetie or her friends anywhere
>Not that you have anything particular you need to tell her...you just love to catch a glimpse of her on occasion
>"Anon! Anon, guess what?" a familiar female voice calls to you
>Is she psychic or something?
>You turn around to find Sweetie, flier in hand, weaving her way past the last few obstacles to get to you
>"Anon! Apple Bloom and Scoots and I signed up for the Winter Talent Show! Isnt' that awesome?!"
>Her sudden appearance (and lilac-scented hair) has startled you into inaction
W-well, er, yeah, that's awesome...I think?
>She giggles, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine
>"Promise me you'll come, Anon? Our band needs a groupie!" she says with a sly wink
>What else could you say?
>"Great! Here's all the info for the show." She hands you the flier, decorated with way too many Wondercolts emblems
The show is this Friday night?
>"Yup! I gotta go practice with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, so I'll talk to ya later! Bye Anon!"
>And with that, the object of your affection is lost in the crowd

You turn back around to find the entire table of males giving you varying looks, from "Who is she?" to "You wanna bang her, don'tcha, Anon?"
>"Something you wanna tell us, Anon?"
>You give your pal a blank look
>"'Uh, yeah, that's awesome, Sweetie Belle! I wanna hold your hand and walk on the beach and have crazy hot-'"
>You cut him off with a wave of your hand.
First off, that's a terrible imitation. Second, do not! She's just a friend.
>The chorus of "Yeah, right" signals that no one believes you
>You don't even believe you
>Damn Sweetie Belle and her beautiful voice, and her gorgeous eyes, and her petite body, and her deliciously firm-
>No, you were raised better than that. You shake your head to wipe your mind of the erotic thoughts before they can materialize and finish lunch in silence.
>As conversations continue around you, one thing is certain: you can't wait to finally hear Sweetie Belle sing.

>Be that Friday, the night of the Winter Talent Show
>The auditorium is packed, with a few people even scrunching into the aisles
>Apparently this talent show business is important to these kids

>A few minutes before the show is set to begin, you sneak your way backstage and nose around
>There is Sweetie's band, gearing up to perform. Sweetie is awkwardly cradling a guitar, tuning it
>Wow, she can play guitar too?
Hey Sweetie Belle! Ready to go?
>"O-oh, hey Anon! Yeah, we're totally ready! Thanks for coming!"
Wouldn't miss it, Sweetie. I can't wait to see you out there!
>Just then, the show coordinators come backstage and kick you back into the auditorium
>The last thing you see is Apple Bloom and Scootaloo snickering at a blushing Sweetie Belle

>The first few acts are decent, even good. But you're still waiting for Sweetie's band to show up
>Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the curtain rises to reveal the three girls set to begin
>Scootaloo is brandishing drum sticks and growling menacingly
>Apple Bloom is twirling a microphone, causing minor feedback
>Sweetie Belle has her guitar...and no mic
>It dawns on you too late that Sweetie might not be the one singing
>"GOOD EVENIN' CANTERLOT HIGH!" Apple Bloom shouts in her southern drawl. "ONE TWO THREE FOUR-"
>Oh Celestia this won't end well

>Four minutes
>Four minutes you suffered
>Four minutes you suffered as Apple Bloom's off-pitch singing clashed with erratic cymbals and an out-of-tune guitar
>From the pained expressions of the crowd, you aren't the only one who noticed
>As the band takes their bows and begins to leave the stage, the crowd erupts into cheers
>The three girls are grinning like idiots, obviously happy with their "success"
>For as gorgeous as Sweetie is, she can't handle an instrument worth a damn
>But you can't deny that she certainly looked hot up there, the sweat from the stage lights sliding down her arms as those delicate little fingers slid up and down the wood of the guitar neck, tongue stuck out in concentration...
>Woah, where did that thought come from?
>Were you sweating this much during their performance?
>You get up from your seat, determined to get some fresh air outside of the stuffy auditorium

>It takes a while of maneuvering through the crowd, but you eventually find your way to an exit
>Gasping for air, you step into the silent and cool hallway
>"I-it wasn't that bad, girls! I mean, we jus' need to-"
>"Oh shut it, Apple Bloom! We sucked and everyone knows it!"
>"Well maybe if you could keep a BEAT, Scoots, then they wouldn't be makin' fun of us backstage!"
>Uh oh.
>You creep up to the corner of the hallway and peek around it
>Apple Bloom and Scootaloo are in each other's face, trading blame
>Listening in a bit, you learn that after the trio had returned backstage they were promptly ridiculed and mocked
>They had tried to save face by leaving the area with smiles, but it apparently erupted between the group as soon as they were alone
>Sweetie Belle is nowhere to be seen

>One thing you learned about Sweetie in the short time you've known her: she is VERY sensitive
>If these two are acting up over what other people said...hoo boy.
>You consider asking the two arguing ones if they know where Sweetie ran off to, but quickly decide against it.
>Instead, you decide to randomly roam the halls in hopes of finding Sweetie
>Brilliant move. Every time you ascend some stairs or turn a corner, you hope to see her there...but she never is
>You could always just wait and talk to her Monday
>But if you did that, then she would inevitably bring up YOUR opinion on the show, and there was no way you could lie to her face, and then you'd have to deal with her over-sensitivity in a public place...no, tonight is best.
>Plus the thought of her crying and all alone makes you feel...something...let's just roll with sad

>And that's when you (conveniently) hear it: the sound of muffled sobbing
Sweetie? Is that you?
>The crying stops, leaving in its wake a pregnant silence
C'mon, Sweetie, I wanna talk to you.
>And say what?
>"GO AWAY!" she screams
>Rounding another corner, you see her
>She is cradled in the fetal position outside of your math class
>She hasn't seen you, instead opting to resume crying as quietly as she candle

>It's dangerous to go alone, take this common sense
>Instead of rushing to her aid, you sit down a few feet from her so as to give her space
>She hears you sitting down and sits up herself, sniffling a bit. "W-what do you want, Anon?"
>She blinks away tears and stares at you with wide eyes. "A-anon? Oh no...oh no no no..." She buries her face into her hands again, contracting her body even closer into a ball
>A small part of your mind sings "Sweetie Ball", but you manage to stifle a laugh

Why are you crying, Sweetie?
>She doesn't say anything, instead reducing her crying to pitiful whimpering
Sweetie, talk to me. Please?
>"We were totally lame..." You can hardly hear her meek mumbling
>You need to play this carefully.

And you think it matters what other people think?
>"Of COURSE it matters what they think!" she explodes, her face contorting in rage. "How am I ever gonna be a famous singer if I can't even perform on stage without everyone making f-fun of m-me?"
>She covers her face again, but you saw the tears already starting to flow once more
That reminds me...Sweetie, I was so excited to see you sing tonight, but you never did. Why is that?

>Slowly, she raises her head from her hands
>"Apple Bloom wanted to sing, and when she really wants to do something I can never t-talk her out of it..." She giggles sadly before unceremoniously wiping her nose on her sleeve
>"But it doesn't matter now. Everyone thinks I'm so stupid and suck at music and I'm never gonna make it big!" Predictably, she covers her head with her arms and whimpers.

>Alpha mode engage

>You slide closer to her, then decide to move a little closer
>Your sides are touching
>And then you pull her close to you with an arm

>"A-anon?" She whispers, looking at your hand on her arm like it might bite her.
Sweetie, listen to me.
>She turns her head and locks eyes with you, causing your mind to go completely blank
>Damn those beautiful eyes
Er...uh, Sweetie. I don't think you're stupid, and I definitely don't think you suck at music.
>You give her your most reassuring smile, but you can feel the edges of your lips tremble from nervousness
>After all, this is totally unlike you. Making a move on a girl? There are a thousand ways you could fuck this up instantly
>"Anon...you're such a nice guy." She leans her head against your chest, where your heart is beating impossibly fast
>For a second, you sit there content
>But you're done with the friendzone

Sweetie...I don't wanna be just another 'nice guy' anymore.
>She pulls away from you and gives a questioning look. "What do you mean, Anon?" she says, sniffling
I mean...I want to be YOUR nice guy.
>If you could think clearly, you would kick yourself for saying something so cheesy
>Well, it's now or never
Sweetie, I think you're amazing. You're beautiful and your voice is so incredible and I've wanted to hear you sing for so long but I just never had the balls to ask you and-
>She cuts you off with a sudden vice-like hug that knocks the rest of the wind from your body
>"Anon, I like you too."
>Well then.
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>For a while you sit there, her slender arms snaking around your torso and her head leaning against your chest
>The occasional sniffle and happy sigh are the only signs that she is still awake
>You take the quiet moment to analyze the situation: girl of your dreams, sitting snugly against you, with no one in sight
>Moral upbringing or not, your mind begins to delve into the possible outcomes of this encounter
>Your free hand reaches across your body to hold hers in her lap as the hand wrapped around her body starts to stroke her arm
>You can begin to feel heat rising up from her lap and you grin
>If she's getting excited from just being near you...
>You could've guessed that she was a total virgin, but this is somehow extremely arousing
>Fuck it, it's time to make a move

>You use your hand to gently turn her face towards yours
>"A-anon?"
>Her voice is barely a whisper
>You lean in and give her a gentle kiss, pulling her closer to you
>She squeaks as your tongue gently probes at her lips
>She finally gets the hint, opening up her mouth for you to explore
>Your other hand moves down her arm to wrap around her waist
>Soon enough your fingers are sliding down past her waistband
>Dafuq, where's the goods?
Your hand keeps moving down, eventually reaching soft tufts of pubic hair
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>Just as your hand begins to find the source of heat radiating from her panties, she breaks the kiss

>"Anon, I'm sorry, but...I don't...I can't...y'know, do that..."
>Part of you feels bad for trying to move so quickly with your friend
>The other part is your boner and it is fucking pissed at her for stopping
No problem, Sweetie. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.
>Goddamn moral parents making you all moral and shit
>Your dick is now screaming at you
>No, MAKE her uncomfortable. With your dick. Do it. Do it do it do it
>Only one way to get there, my little friend

Sweetie Belle...will you be my girlfriend?
>Your voice is quavering and you mentally facepalm
>Smooth move, Casanova
>She gives you another quick peck on the lips as she gently pulls your hand out of her pants
>"Nothing would make me happier, Anon."
>She snuggles up against you again, blissfully unaware of how close she is to your raging erection
>Suddenly a thought enters your head
Sweetie, I still haven't heard you sing.

>In response she kisses you again, this time invading your mouth with her tongue
>As she does so she begins to hum quietly, filling your ears and mouth with her voice
>Not what you expected, but still better than nothing
>The vibrations tickle your tongue, and she slowly moves away
>"We'll have plenty of time for that...and other things...later."

>Well, this has all escalated rather quickly
>As she settles back into you chest and begins to doze off, you wonder who will eventually catch you two napping here
>It doesn't matter, you decide. You finally have a special person who will sing for you
>And, hopefully one day, do all that crazy kinky shit your friends told you to look up

>You are Anon
>You have a pretty good life
>You've even made good progress with a girl
>Maybe Canterlot High won't be so bad after all

>End