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- >Something taps your leg.
- >Ignore it.
- >A few seconds later, another tap.
- >Grumble and glare at your newspaper harder.
- >A final tap, followed by a sharp pain.
- "Gah fuc-- Wait, did you just -stab- me?!"
- >Sweetie Belle beams at you, a bloodied sewing needle in her mouth.
- >She spits it out and squeaks some kind of strange ethnic language at you.
- >Further listening indicates she might be saying hello, but it's hard to tell.
- "Shut up, Sweetie Belle."
- >She does so.
- "...Now whaddya want?"
- >"H-Hi, Anon!"
- "...Hi. Any reason why you just stabbed me in the leg?"
- >"O-oh, did I do that? Silly me! Ha ha!"
- >Sweetie Belle is...
- >Awkward.
- >Wouldn't have thought it, really.
- >Rarity raised her to be a rather classy young mare, but as the years went by, her curious eyes and intelligent demeanour diminished in the face of something everyone goes through at some point.
- >Adolescence.
- >Glare at her.
- >Your eyes quickly dart to her cutie mark and back to her face.
- >She sees this and blushes.
- >"S-see anything you like?"
- "Not too fond of hearts and music notes, so no."
- >Her singing voice is, for the lack of a better word, amazing.
- >She'll go far in life if she hones her talents.
- >-If- she hones her talents.
- >But unlike Applebloom, who, at the shocking age of 15, had already started her own blacksmithing shop.
- >Or Scootaloo, who, in a bizarre turn of events ended up as a demolitions mare--
- >Sweetie Belle had forgone her Cutie Mark, deeming that chapter of her life "done" once she had received it.
- >So she now concentrates on her new obsession.
- >Boys.
- >Colts.
- >Disgruntled males.
- >Like you.
- >"So umm, how're things?"
- >She grins at you.
- >The sun catches on her braces and you wince.
- "They're fine, Sweetie."
- 1/?
- >Inspect your leg.
- >It feels worse than it looks; a light flesh wound, it'll scab over.
- >"That's so cool! Things are fine with me as well! Gosh, we have so much in common!"
- >God dammit.
- >All you wanted to do today was relax.
- >Rarity hardly ever gives you a day off.
- >It's bad enough living in her closet, but now you have to deal with her sister.
- >Sweetie inspects the walls.
- >"I like what you've done with the place!"
- >She runs a hoof over the paint, and tries to sound haughty.
- >"I for one would have gone for a beige colour rather than this sickening 'maroon', but then again I suppose it compliments the Feng Shui just fine."
- "The wall is yellow, Sweetie."
- >She bites her bottom lip hard and you can almost hear her internal screaming.
- >"Um, I knew that; I was kidding! Don't you like jokes? Gosh, don't be such a dork, Anon!"
- >Raise an eyebrow at her.
- >"Unless you like being a dork. Then that's cool! I love dorks!"
- >She blushes.
- >"D-do you love dorks?"
- "How the hell do you manage at school?"
- >At "school" she cringes.
- >Then sighs.
- >"I get by..."
- "You alright there?"
- >"Yeah..."
- >She pouts.
- >"Suppose I'm just waiting for that special somepony, you know?"
- "Uh, sure."
- >Sweetie steps forwards, her movements mirroring that of a drunk before she flops onto your lap.
- >You're sort of sat on the floor cross-legged.
- >Not much room for furniture in a closet.
- >"Oh Anon! Woe is me!"
- "Did you learn that one from Rarity?"
- >"...N-no-- listen! You -have- to do something for me!"
- >Great.
- >If Sweetie ever tries to get anything from you, Rarity won't allow you to say no.
- >It was one of the many conditions for you living here.
- >Granted, Sweetie hasn't asked anything -too- bad of you; most of her requests are inane things like "Tell me if I look fat in this, and be honest" and "Do you have a marefriend? You're not allowed to lie."
- >You're only a few years older than her, so maybe that's why she keeps pestering you.
- >Give a reluctant sigh.
- "...What?"
- 2/?
- >She smiles up at you, eyes sparkling.
- >Hang on a siggedy second.
- >Scramble to your feet, pushing her off you.
- >Spin around on the spot, searching for the tiny shelf that has your calender on it.
- >Grab it.
- "No."
- >Stare down in horror at Sweetie Belle, who's grinning from ear to ear.
- "NO--"
- >"Take me to prom!"
- "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
- "--NOT DOING THIS."
- >"Anonymous, -please-!"
- >Rarity glares at you.
- >"Need I remind you who puts a roof over your head and puts food on your table?!"
- "I don't own a table."
- >"...Floor!"
- >Sigh.
- "You do, Rarity."
- >She smirks at you.
- >Sweetie Belle stands behind her.
- >She's nice enough not to make faces or act like a massive bitch whilst Rarity shouts at you, but she knows she's about to get her wish.
- >"Now. It is only a single night; I am not asking you to -marry- Sweetie Belle!"
- >Sweetie visibly "hnngs" at the idea.
- >"I shall supply you with clothes, all I ask is that you show my sister a good time! That is all!"
- >Sweetie giggles and rushes off to do whatever the hell it is she does in her room.
- >As she leaves, Rarity watches her go.
- >A dark look crosses her face once her sister is gone, and she uses her magic to yank you down to her level.
- >"Make no mistakes, Anonymous; if she comes home teary eyed I will remove the bones from your body."
- >Her magical grip tightens.
- >"But if you even -consider- doing anything "dirty" with her, I'll gladly skin you and use you as a fashion item."
- "W-What kind of fashion item?"
- >Her eyes narrow.
- >"A cock-sock."
- >Your heart skips a beat.
- >"Am I making myself clear, Anonymous?"
- "Crystal clear, ma'am."
- >"Good."
- >She relinquishes her grasp on you.
- >"Now leave me be, I have to prepare your clothes."
- >Gulp, nod, and walk towards the door.
- >"Oh, and Anonymous?"
- >Turn to her.
- "Yes, Rarity?"
- >She wordlessly pulls a pair of scissors off a shelf with magic, levitates a thin roll of fabric up to them, and cuts the roll in half.
- >You don't hang around a second longer.
- 3/?
- >"Ohmygosh, this is going to be -great-, isn't it, Anon?!"
- "Yeah. Great."
- >Walk up the dirt road towards the school house.
- >It's been built up somewhat over the years, thanks to Applebloom.
- >There are a lot more buildings dotted around it, making up a complex of sorts.
- >The prom is being held inside the original building.
- >Stepping inside, you see that it's been cleared of desks and is now a sizeable space packed with ponies.
- >A low dance beat is thumping the walls, and ponies bounce up and down in an awkward teenage clusterfuck.
- >Sweetie can barely contain her excitement.
- >You can barely contain your balls.
- >They're squashed inside this tight suit Rarity put together for you.
- >' It's tight as a reminder. If you try anything with her I'll crush them. '
- >Shudder and immediately head for the punch bowl.
- >A foreign exchange student is stood next to it, his mane coming down over his face.
- >As is usually the case with alpacas.
- >"Woah, man, what's up?"
- >How the hell did he even see you through that?
- >"Check out this sick punch, bro."
- "Wh-what."
- >"Niiiiiice."
- "Who are you again?"
- >"Wooooooah!"
- >He trails off, mumbling to himself and making "whooshing" noises under his breath.
- >You think he might be day dreaming about surfing.
- >Fucking alpacas.
- >However, you do indeed check out the punch.
- >There's a bottle of pills between it and the alpaca.
- >' Gnarly Gnights - For the most tubular of date-rapes. '
- >Jesus.
- >You avoid the punch bowl and move onto the other refreshments.
- >"So did you want some punch?"
- >Jump.
- >Sweetie is stood at your side.
- >She's wearing a cute little thing that Rarity tossed together in the space of 4 minutes.
- >Literally just plucked a dirty towel off the bathroom floor, grabbed some drawing pins, a spool of pink thread, and somehow made a frilly red dress out of it.
- >Gotta give her credit, she's good.
- >"Umm, Anon?"
- "Huh? Oh, sorry, spaced out. No, don't touch the punch, Sweetie."
- >She grins.
- 4/?
- >"Aww, don't want me getting drunk and... S-saucy?"
- >She turns around and takes a step towards the alpaca and his ticket to fourth base.
- >Grab her up in your arms and carry her to the other side of the room.
- >She squeals the whole time.
- >No one notices because of the music and the general commotion.
- >Set her down and glare at her.
- >She's blushing furiously.
- >"Y-you're so strong!"
- "Thanks, but really, don't do that again."
- >"Oh. Em. Gee."
- >...
- >Fucking hell.
- >Sweetie's glee vanishes and she instantly becomes more withdrawn, looking at her hooves.
- >"Did you like, -seriously- bring -that- to prom?"
- >Spin on your heel and look down at the newcomer.
- >Diamond Tiara.
- >She snickers at the pair of you.
- "Oh. It's you. Where's Silver Spoon? I always thought she was prettier than you."
- >Diamond twitches slightly.
- >"She didn't come, she got sick."
- "Pity. What do you want?"
- >"Shut up, nerd; hey, Sweetie Belle, are you having a good time with this disgusting creature? Figures you'd bring him since you can't get a date with a normal pony."
- >Sweetie doesn't answer, she just looks at the floor, a sad look in her eyes.
- >"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
- "Well maybe she would answer if you weren't acting like such a bitch. Just fuck off, Diamond, no one likes you."
- >She simply laughs.
- >"No need to be so nice to her, Anon; I know she's the only mare desperate enough to fall for you but that's no reason to stoop to her level."
- "Wow. You're so pleasant and easy to talk to."
- >The mare sneers.
- >"I don't need your approval to do what I want, Anon. But what I can say is this: ditch Sweetie."
- >Sweetie Belle looks up, shocked and hurt.
- "I'm sorry?"
- >"You heard me. You may be disgusting, but you're like, the most interesting thing here. I want to talk to you in private."
- "Oh. Well sorry to piss on your cornflakes but that's not going to happen."
- >Look down at Sweetie.
- >She's smiling up at you.
- >"Th-thanks, Anon..."
- >The stereotype before you laughs.
- 5/?
- >"This is rich! Are you being serious right now, Anon?! You can do -so- much better than her!"
- "Weren't you saying that I was disgusting a second ago?"
- >"Shut up, monkey, come with me."
- "No."
- >Diamond Tiara glares at you, then turns tail and walks off.
- >Sigh and sit down next to Sweetie.
- >She rests her head against you.
- >"Thanks, Anon..."
- "S'alright."
- >Watch as Diamond disappears into the crowd.
- >The music increases in tempo, and with it, the volume of the crowd.
- >Sweetie doesn't seem too thrilled about matters.
- >Nudge her with your elbow.
- "What's up, Sweets? Aren't you happy to be here?"
- >Sweetie sniffs
- >"Sure, I guess; It's just Diamond."
- >Frown.
- "What about her? She's a bitch and has no friends, big deal."
- >"I know, but, that doesn't stop what she says from hurting..."
- >Snort.
- "Please, she's just--"
- >Sweetie looks up at you, her eyes full of crushed hope.
- >You bite your tongue, preventing you from finishing your sentence.
- "You really feel that bad, huh?"
- >She nods.
- >Fold your arms and readjust yourself in your seat.
- >For a while you both sit still, watching Sweetie's classmates dance away.
- >Sweetie sighs.
- >"It's just... Why me? What did I ever do to get Diamond Tiara's attention?"
- >You bite your lip.
- "You're uh... Prettier than her?"
- >"...What about my braces?"
- >Shrug.
- "Braces can be cute."
- >"And what about my um, weirdness?"
- "Everyone's a bit weird. People who say otherwise are liars."
- >Sweetie turns to you, blushing.
- >"That works, I guess."
- >She leans up and tries to peck you on the cheek.
- >Before she can, she sees something and retreats back to her spot.
- >"Aww, did I interrupt?"
- "Oh my. She graces us with her presence yet again."
- >Diamond smirks at you.
- >"Changed your mind yet, monkey?"
- >Look down at Sweetie.
- >She's avoiding looking at anything.
- >Glance back at Diamond, stood proud and wearing some cheap shit that Rarity would never pass as a dress.
- 6/?
- "You know what?"
- >Diamond raises an eyebrow.
- "Yeah, I'll go with you."
- >Sweetie's head twists up, the mare gawping at you.
- >"Wh... A-anon?"
- >Wink at her.
- "Come on, let's go."
- >Walk past Diamond, leaving Sweetie in a corner by herself.
- >She watches you go, tears in her eyes.
- >Diamond pushes past you, intending to lead and not follow.
- >Look over your shoulder at your 'date' and mouth the words "trust me".
- >As you pass the table, you nod at the alpaca.
- >Through some sort of weird telepathy, he nods back and slides a cup of punch towards you.
- >"Radical."
- "Stop saying that; it'll never catch on."
- >"Rrrradical."
- >Diamond leads the way out the school house and into the night.
- >She struts over to one of the buildings around the school.
- >You think this one is the sports hall.
- >Allow yourself to be dragged around the back of it.
- >Out of sight and out of earshot, she turns to you.
- >"So~"
- "So."
- >Set your drink on a water barrel next to a drainpipe.
- >"Nice night?"
- "You really trying to make small talk with me right now?"
- >"You're right, it's a waste of time."
- >She reaches up and plucks her tiara off her head, tossing it aside and messing up her mane with a hoof.
- >"Let's just get straight to it~"
- "What exactly do you think is going to happen here?"
- >She pauses.
- >"Anon, you know where this is going."
- "I know where you -want- it to go, but uhh..."
- >You glance back at your drink.
- "...I think I'll give small talk another chance."
- >Pick up your drink and sit on the grass, your back to the wooden panel wall.
- >Your companion huffs and sits down next to you, shuffling over so that her head is resting on your shoulder.
- >"Then I guess we can start again. Nice night?"
- "I guess. You uh, smell good."
- >She doesn't.
- >"Thanks~ I wore this for you."
- >Roll your eyes.
- "You've never even been interested in me; you're just doing this to get at Sweetie Belle."
- 7/?
- >She lets out a short laugh.
- >"You're right, I am."
- >Diamond turns her head to look at you.
- >"I want to make her know that I can take away anything she loves."
- >Give her a flat look.
- "Why? What has Sweetie ever done to you?"
- >Diamond shrugs, putting on an innocent face.
- >"Oh, I don't know~ probably nothing; I just like watching her squirm."
- >She develops a grin.
- >"Just like I want to watch you squirm~"
- >A hoof brushes over your pants.
- >You raise your drink to your lips, then pause.
- "I haven't had any in a while..."
- >Diamond's smile widens.
- >"Good! Then this is gonna work out well for both of us~"
- >She makes circles with her hoof over your pants.
- >"I get to ruin Sweetie's life and you get to cover my ass with your cum. Sounds like a great night to me~"
- >Force a smile onto your face.
- "Sounds kinda good when you put it like that."
- >Offer her the cup.
- "Want a drink before we get started?"
- >Diamond takes the cup from you.
- >"Oh, you're such a gentlecolt."
- >She takes a huge gulp from it.
- >Smile as she does so.
- >"So~ Let's take off those pants."
- >She starts fumbling with your belt buckle.
- >Help her out, undoing it and slowly unzipping your pants.
- >Diamond bites her bottom lip as she watches.
- >"Mmm... I can almost smell it~"
- >You stroke her face with a hand, bringing your lips closer to hers.
- >She closes her eyes, whispering.
- >"And I'm gonna enjoy riding your fat c--... zzzzz..."
- >Aaaand she's out.
- >Damn, that stuff works fast.
- >Snort and stand up, shrugging her off you.
- >Zip your pants up and empty the rest of the cup all over her.
- "God, I thought people like you were made up by Disney to scare kids, but here we are."
- >Nudge her ribs with a foot.
- >She's completely still.
- "Don't worry, I'll send someone to come and get you."
- >She drools in her sleep and snorts.
- >Stroll back across the grass to the prom hall.
- >Pushing open the door, you head for the punch bowl.
- 8/?
- >Though he doesn't even turn his head, the alpaca speaks up when you come into range.
- >"Hey, dudebro."
- "Hey. Behind the sports hall. Have fun."
- >You think you see a smile form under all that hair.
- >"Radical."
- "Still not catching on."
- >He shuffles out the door, and you go to find Sweetie Belle.
- >She's sat in her corner still, trying to seem fine when in fact her make-up is smudged from her crying.
- >Smile down at her, your hands on your hips.
- >After a moment she notices you, and peers up, her eyes still moist.
- >"A-Anon? Where's... umm... you know..."
- "Eh, she fell asleep."
- >Grin.
- "I swear it was an accident."
- >Sweetie studies your face carefully.
- >A few seconds later she smiles.
- >"O-oh... Oh!"
- >The mare giggles.
- >"That's... unfortunate."
- "Very."
- >Sweetie looks away at the dance floor.
- >You take a seat next to her and watch the other ponies for a while.
- >Glancing over at her, what she wants is obvious.
- >She's just too shy to ask you.
- >Rub the back of your head and try to forget everything you know about social reputation or dignity.
- "So uh... wanna dance?"
- >The school house empties out, couples going their separate ways and quiet laughter filling the night air.
- >Sweetie is glued to your side, beaming from ear to ear.
- >You turn your head towards the sports hall in the distance as you walk down the path.
- >Two shapes are shrouded in shadow.
- >One of them is moving their hips rhythmically.
- >Fucking foreigners.
- >"So did you have a great night?"
- >Ponder this for a moment.
- "Yeah, I guess I did."
- >Sweetie is quiet for a moment.
- >"Good! Let's um, go this way, I wanna show you something."
- >Shrug and follow her.
- >She takes you over to some trees off the beaten path.
- >Once you're both surrounded by thick trunks, she rears up on her hind legs, placing her forehooves against a tree and showing you what lurks beneath her dress.
- >"D-do you wanna do it?"
- >You watch her back legs.
- 9/?
- >She moves around slightly, and a thin twig gets snapped underhoof.
- >Your face goes pale.
- "Uh, no; n-no, I don't, never."
- >Sweetie turns back to you, her lips quivering.
- >...
- >Her mouth lips, genius.
- >"N-never?"
- >Uh oh.
- >"B-but we had such a great night! A-and couples are supposed to do this on prom night!"
- >Back away from her, your hands held up.
- "Woah now, not -every- couple, Sweetie."
- >"But why not?!"
- >She stomps her hoof, snapping another twig.
- >You cringe.
- >"Am I n-not good looking?!"
- "You look great!"
- >"Then why not?!"
- "Because your sister will do things to me if I do!"
- >She stares at you, unblinking.
- >Her face contorts.
- >"YOU MEAN YOU'RE SCREWING MY -SISTER-?!"
- "What, no! No! I mean she'll--"
- >"NO! You're NOT doing this to me, Anon!"
- >Oh god oh god oh god.
- >"I waited years for this! -Years-!"
- >The waterworks come again.
- >"A-All I ever wanted from you was -something- to show that you cared!"
- "We've been living together for years! Of course I care!"
- >"Then prove it!"
- "Fine! I'll kiss you, will that help?"
- >"NO!"
- >This whole time, Sweetie was backing you up further into the trees, away from the path.
- >"You kissed me three and a half years ago when we were playing spin the bottle at Applebloom's place while she was in the bathroom; you were wearing a purple shirt and white pants and I was wearing a cute red bow I had Rarity make me just for that one NIGHT!"
- >Well that wasn't creepy in the slightest.
- >"I want -more-, Anon. And if you don't, I'll tell Rarity that you ruined my prom night!"
- >Shit.
- "But if I do anything with you she'll kill me!"
- >"She doesn't have to find out!"
- "She always finds out-- IT'S RARITY!"
- >"I don't care! Just give me this one thing, Anon!"
- "I give you loads of things!"
- >Your back hits a tree.
- >"Give me something that has -meaning- then!"
- "Oh come on, wasn't that perfume good enough?!"
- 10/?
- >"The perfume I'm wearing now, you mean? I don't know, Anon, is it good enough? Does it make me any more attractive to you?!"
- "I already said that you're attrac--"
- >She stands up again and places her hooves on either side of you, trapping you against the tree.
- >You could, of course, push her off.
- >But then again, Rarity would obliterate you.
- >You could also go along with her.
- >But then again, Rarity would castrate you, -then- obliterate you.
- "Come on, Sweetie, I took care of Diamond for you!"
- >"...I-I know, and thank you for doing that for me."
- >She sighs and gazes up at you.
- >Even on her hind legs her face only reaches your chin.
- >"...You're the only guy I like, Anon..."
- >She sniffs.
- >"No one else appeals to me but you..."
- "I gathered, but is raping me in the woods really the best way to make me like you?"
- >She giggles and blushes.
- >"I dunno... It might be fun to do naughty things in the woods at night with your marefriend~"
- "Woah, hey, we're not dating."
- >"We are now, or else Rarity might hear bad things about tonight."
- >...
- "Are you... You're blackmailing me, aren't you."
- >She nods happily.
- >"Uh huh!"
- "Fuck."
- >"So, how did it go, Anonymous?"
- >Rarity sizes you up.
- >"Your clothes seem... Messy."
- "Oh, I tripped up on the way home. Sweetie found it uhh, hilarious."
- >Sweetie struts past behind Rarity, her own dress scuffed up.
- >Your eyes watch her rear shake from side to side as she walks.
- >Rarity moves into your vision.
- >"Something you want to tell me, Anonymous?"
- >Stare at her eyes, sweating.
- "N-no."
- >"I hope you're not lying, Anonymous."
- >Sweetie returns to the room, no longer wearing her dress.
- >She waves at you behind Rarity's back and runs a hoof over her curves.
- >Your forehead becomes torrential.
- 11/?
- "O-Of course not. Everything is fine."
- >Sweetie skips past, humming.
- >"Everything's fine, sis~!"
- >Rarity snorts and gets out of your face.
- >She strolls back up to her inspiration room and shuts the door.
- >Sweetie rushes over to you, excitement clear in her features.
- >"Sooo, what do you want to do now, coltfriend?~"
- "I'm going to sleep."
- >"Oh! Good idea!"
- "Alone."
- >Sweetie scrunches her face up.
- >"RARI--"
- >Clamp your hand over her mouth and drag her to your closet, shutting the door behind you and turning off the lights.
- >Fucking Sweetie Belle.
- 12/12
- The End.
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