yellowquiet - CMC, DT, SS

"have fun girls!"
>applebloom's voice is dripping with sarcasm
>she's your best friend, but god she can be a bitch when she wants to
>you halfheartedly wave goodbye to applebloom and march solemnly into the classroom
>there are four other people in it with you
>first is your other bff, sweetie belle. she has the same disdainful look on her face that you do
>then there's diamond tiara and silver spoon, they're sitting at the back of the class, chatting amongst themselves
>you can't hear the words from here, but their tone certainly isn't pleasant
>and finally miss cherilee, who isn't looking so cheerful
>you and sweetie belle go and sit down near the back of the class
>but on the opposite end that tiara and spoon are sitting, obviously
>fuck those bitches
>you glare over at them, taking a bit of pride in noting that both their arms are covered in bruises
>one of them is turning yellow
>fuck, you're awesome
>not that you don't have a few battle scars yourself
>like, literal scars
>diamond tiara scratches
"AHEM"
>your heart skips a beat and your eyes shoot towards cherilee
>she's really nice like 97% of the time but the rest of the time she is the scariest person you know
"you all know why you're here. fighting on school grounds is forbidden. and, in fact, you could all be suspended or expelled should i see it as a fitting punishment"
>oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
"however, if you two can reconcile your differences, i don't believe that such action will be necessary"
>alright, you're getting off scot free!
"also, i'm assigning you each 200 lines. write 'i will not fight on school grounds ever again' with perfect spelling and grammer. if i see a single uncapitalized word on those sheets i'll make you all do them all over again"
>groan
>cherilee hands you all paper and pens
>i'll be back in an hour. if you aren't done by then you can take your work home with you.
>cherilee walks out of the classroom, closing the door behind her
>you grab your pen and put it to paper
>I
>will
>not
>fight
>on
>school
>grounds
>ever
>again
>.
>this is going to take forever
>your hand is getting numb
>you decide to take a break
>you read over the amount of lines you have
>...
>103
>fuuuck
>this is the worst day of your life
>your eyes glance across the room
>sweetie belle's handwriting is a lot better than yours
>makes sense, you guess
>you don't do much writing
>your eyes trail over too the pink and grey girls on your left
>both their heads are down, and they're scribbling off the lines as fast as they can
>silver spoon's mouth is pursed in concentration, while diamond tiara's mouth hangs open
>they almost look cute like that
>wait, fucking what
>purge those stupid thoughts from your head, scootaloo
>bad thoughts, bad thoughts
>I
>will
>not
>fight
>on
"girls?"
>AHH
>oh it's just cherilee
"you're dismissed for the night. i want those lines ready for tomorrow. have a nice evening!"
>that last line was too sincere
>she knows you're not going to have a good evening
>you glare at cherilee as you exit the classroom
>as you and sweetie belle walk down the hallway, you hear footsteps behind you
>silver spoon and diamond tiara are right behind you
>you and sweetie speed up
>so do silver spoon and diamon tiara
>so you and sweetie slow down, to let them pass
>and they do, walking in quick, unnatural strides
>by the time they exit the front doors, they're practically running home
>you and sweetie stifle a laugh and walk home in the opposite direction
>soon enough you arrive home
>your parents sitting down at the kitchen table
"hey scootaloo, why don't you come sit down with us for a bit?"
>oh fuck
>you tentatively sit down across from your parents
>your eyes have difficulty meeting theirs, so you settle with staring vacantly at the salt and pepper shakers on the table
"we got a call from cherilee about an hour ago"
>of course
"we thought we taught you to settle your problems with words, not with fists."
>you do not remember such a lesson ever being taught to you
>besides, sometimes, the only way to make someone listen is a good punch to the arm
>you don't bring either of these points up
"in any case, you're grounded for a week. during this week, you're going over to silver spoon's house after school every day, to try and settle your differences"
>what
>no
"we've discussed this with sweetie belle's, diamond tiara's, and silver spoon's parents, and they all think that it's a fantastic idea"
>no no no no
"so, then, grab your homework and get ready to go, we're heading out"
>this has to be some kind of nightmare
>your mind glosses over the next 20 minutes, until you notice yourself outside the door of a fucking huge house
>sweetie is beside you, crying into your shoulder
>you tentatively knock on the door
>it's opened almost immediately, and you're greeted by what appears to be a giant
>he's wearing a huge grin on his face, and his voice seems to shake the air around him when he talks
"ah! you must be sweetie belle and scootaloo, please come on in!"
"i'm mister gossamar, nice to meet you both"
>he's extremely friendly to you considering that you maimed his only child just a few hours ago
"diamond tiara and silver spoon are both here already, in the guest room, however i'd like to have a talk with you both quickly in the kitchen, first, if you wouldn't mind."
>gulp
>the walk to the kitchen seems to take forever
>this is not helped by the fact that silver spoon's house is huge as all hell
>soon enough, you arrive, and you and sweetie sit opposite of mr. gossamer at the kitchen table
>when he speaks, his voice is in more of a hushed whisper, his cadence much more deliberate and practiced compared to earlier
"to be quite honest, i'd like to thank you both for getting in a fight with silver and diamond, they both seem to get it in their head that they're invincible, and can say anything they'd like to anyone. it's better for them to learn to watch their tongues earlier rather than later."
>haha, what
"that said, i think you all could become good friends given some time."
>hahahahaha WHAT
>mr. gossamer notices the incredulous look you both are giving him
"listen, silver and diamond make act like total, excuse my language, bitches, but they're both really nice, once you dig down through some of the layers. to be quite honest, having friends like you would be really good for them, you both seem like two fine young women of great moral character."
>yeah, sure
"anyway, head over to the guest room, third door on the left! i'll be sure to bring out some desserts for you all to eat in a few minutes!"
>dessert? it's like 5:00
>what the fuck ever, food is food
"thank you mister gossamer. we'll go try to make amends."
>you just lied through your teeth to the nicest person you've ever met
>whatever, you head over to the "guest room"
>sweetie's hand grabs yours for comfort
>you reach the door soon enough
"ready?"
"whenever you are."
>you push the door open
>the first thing that strikes you about the room is that it's awesome
>there's a huge tv with giant speakers next to it, and a couple couches and ottomans
>those couches look so comfortable
>you're drawn to them by magnetic force, and you find yourself on the couch within seconds
>it's as comfy as it looks
>oh yeah, shit, silver spoon and diamond tiara
>they're glaring at you from the other couch
"sup."
>sweetie sits down next to you, and soon you and her are having a staring match with dt and ss
>this goes on for five minutes until mr. gossamer comes in with four bowls of chocolate ice cream, covered with whip cream and fudge
"thank you daddy!"
>silver spoon actually sounded sincere there
>it's the first time you've heard something come out of her mouth that wasn't completely sardonic
"thank you mr. gossamer!"
>you dig into your ice cream
>it's so good
>omg

>the ice cream does a fair bit to lighten your spirits
>you all finish your ice cream, and sit in bliss for a few minutes
>eventually the silence gets to you
"sooo, should we be doing homework or something?"
"pfft, fuck that."
>did that seriously just come out of diamond tiara's mouth?
>you like the way this girl thinks
"i don't know about you two tweps, but silver spoon and i are watching some daring doo adventures
>that's your favourite fucking show
>you try to suppress a grin
>and fail
>looking over at sweetie belle she's going through the same mental struggle, her lips are forced downwards, but her eyes are shining
"y-yeah, okay, cool, we'll just uh, sit over here"
>they flip on the tv
>it takes all your willpower to not sing along to the show's intro
>the four of you sit back and enjoy the show
>it's an episode about daring doo trying to escape from the gorilla king's forest army
>she's doing this because she straight up stole a bunch of bananas from his banana hoard
>apparently they are the most delicious bananas in the known universe
>she plans to sell the bananas on the black market
>you really don't know how they passed this off as a kids show
>the episode ends with daring jumping onto a seaplane, hanging onto the side as it takes off
>fucking awesome
>you decide to tally up the evening's events in your head
>silver spoon has a really great house, you got to eat chocolate ice cream, and watch your favourite show instead of doing homework
>choice
>you turn to dt and ss
"so, what now?"
"i dunno, wanna watch a movie?"
>fuck yes
"sure."
>you lean back on the couch while silver spoon pours through her movie collection
"how about batman begins?"
>that is one of your favourite movies
"y-yeah, ok, sure. sweetie belle?"
"sure!"
>maybe silver spoon and diamond tiara aren't as bad as you initially thought
>still there's one final thing you need to do to clear the air between the four of you
"why the hell did you call sweetie belle a slut?"
>the room goes silent for a few seconds
>which turns into a few minutes
>you keep your eyes transfixed on silver spoon the entire time
>everyone else in the room, meanwhile, can't seem to bring their eyes off the ground
"well?"
>you hear a long mutter come from silver spoon
"could you repeat that please? and this time speak up"
"I'M JEALOUS OF HOW CUTE SHE IS, OK?"
>what
"w-what i mean is, sweetie belle, you've always had this natural cuteness, and i've always had to work really hard to look pretty."
>you look over to sweetie belle
>her face is beet red
>she mutters something that even you, sitting right beside her, can't hear
>you nudge her in the gut
>she gets the message
"i... think you're really cute, too, silver spoon"
>you've known this for a while; sweetie belle confided in you that she had a crush on silver spoon about a year ago
>which is why you beat the shit out of her when she insulted sweetie today
>you know how much it must've hurt sweetie belle
>you glance over at your friend
>she's has the biggest shit eating grin on her face
>your mind is working a mile a minute, and you formulate a plan within a few seconds
>you whisper your plan into sweetie belle's ear, and she chuckles, and nods at you
"w... what are you guys talking about over there?"
>you answer diamond tiara's question by standing up and walking towards her and silver spoon
"now, dt, silver spoon, the way i see it, maybe our parents are right. we've been at are throats for way too long"
>you grab diamond tiara's arms, pinning her to the couch
>sweetie belle does the same with silver spoon
"we're all nearly adults now, i'd say it's high time we stop squabbling like petty kids, right?"
"r... right."
>you move your face closer to diamond tiara's
"so how about we try some... diplomacy?"
>diamond tiara inhales deeply, and lets out a raspy breath
"sounds good."
>a wicked grin spreads across your face
"that's what i thought."
>with that, you close the distance between yourself and dt, kissing her deeply
>all your hate and desire for the girl under you come rushing at you all at once
>while sweetie belle and silver spoon seem to be kissing softly, you aggressively suck on dt's lower lip before biting down on it
>ohfuck
>you move to the other side of the couch, sweetie belle gets off of silver spoon, and silver spoon and diamond tiara adjust their clothes
>all this happens in the space of about one second
"c... come in."
>it's mr. gossamer
"i hope you girls have been having a good time! would you say you're starting to get along better."
"something like that, yeah."
"fantastic! well then, scootaloo, sweetie belle, it's time for you two to head home, your parents are here."
"wait, a... already?!"
>there's a hint of desperation in diamond tiara's voice that mr. gossamer obviously doesn't pick up on
"oh, you four must have really gotten along well if you don't want them to leave yet! don't worry, they'll be back tomorrow"
>oh, right, you have another six days of this
>fucking nice

>Be Sweetie Belle
>It's been a few days since you started "going out" with Silver Spoon.
>You haven't really gone on a date, though; it's mostly just been you and her holding hands in the halls.
>Also, you've been making out a lot at her house.
"Should we go on a date, or something?"
"Hmm?"
"I mean uh, isn't that what 'being together' is about? Dates and stuff?"
"I guess? I never really thought about it."
>Maybe you're over-thinking this.
"How about we go to a movie or something later tonight?"
>That sounds fun!
"Sounds like fun."
>You give Silver Spoon's hand a squeeze.
>She squeezes back.
>Your chest tightens and you feel a kind of happiness well up in your stomach.
>A weird kind of happiness that puts you on edge.
>You deal with it the only way you know how:
>You grab her arm with her free hand,
"Sweetie Belle, what the fu-"
>and kiss her, hard.
>You suck on her lips, and push her mouth open. Then, you proceed to whip your tongue around hers.
>Her mouth is soft, her body warm.
>She breaks away from you after about 10 seconds. Or 20. You lost track of time for a few moments there.
"Sweetie Belle, in case you forgot, we're in public!"
>Oh, yeah. That's right.
>Like, 10 guys are staring right at you.
"What the fuck are you assholes looking at? Fuck off!"
>Silver Spoon to the rescue.
>It's probably about time to head over to her house.
>You run off, trailing her behind you.
"Hey dad, we're heading up to my room to study, we'll see you during supper!"
"Wait, where are Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara?"
"They'll be here soon, ok? Seeyousoonokbye"
>Now it's your turn to be dragged. You run up a flight of stairs and around a few turns until you finally get to Silver Spoon's room.
>This is your favourite time of the day, lately.
>She more or less tackles you onto her bed, and locks lips with you.
>Your last kiss was kinda one sided, but here Silver Spoon takes turns playing with your lips and tongue.
>You trail her hands through her hair. It's soft, and your hands flow through it like water.
>She does this thing where she bites lightly on your tongue as you trail it out of her mouth that sends shivers down your spine.
>You grab the back of her neck and pull her towards you.
>The skin in the back of her neck is hot. You can feel your body starting to heat up, too.
>Suddenly, you hear footsteps
>Oh shit, you have no cover! You totally just threw your bags on the floor and jumped onto her bed.
>There isn't enough time to grab your homework, an extra chair, and set everything up on Silver Spoon's desk.
>You're totally fucked.
>Shit. SHIT
"Hey dweebs!"
>It's just Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara.
>Your heart rate halves itself.
"You should see the looks on your faces, you two look like deer in headlights."
"Yeah well why don't you just... go away?"
>Nice one, Sweetie Belle.
>You're pretty sure your voice cracked at the end there, too.
>Silver Spoon giggles and snakes her arms around you from the back.
"Yeah, ok Sweetie Belle, SS, your dad says dinner is in 10 minutes."
"Kay Kay."
>Did she just say 'kk' out loud?
>For some reason, that's super adorable.
"Shut the door on your way out."
>Your heart rate picks up to it's former pace.
"Ten minutes huh? I can work with that."
>Gulp.
"W- what are you doing Silver Spoon?"
>She doesn't reply, she just trails her right hand along your stomach.
>And then lower
>and lower.
>Your breath catches in your throat.
>Silver Spoon begins trailing her fingers around your pussy lips.
>You feel a knot in your stomach, a deep pressure that begs to be released.
"Deeper."
>She obliges, sliding two fingers into your pussy.
"Fucking more."
>Wow, your voice went up like an octave there.
>Whatever, you don't even care.
>Silver Spoon pushes her fingers on your upper wall.
>The pressure is driving you crazy
>She begins by stroking you slowly, quickly building a faster pace.
>Then she puts another finger on your clit and starts rubbing.
>Oh god.
>You ride wave after wave of pleasure, goosebumps lining your legs and arms.
>...
>Bliss, pure bliss, for what seems like forever.
>Suddenly, you're extremely alert.
>You notice your body weight is being held entirely by Silver Spoon.
"Six minutes, not bad."
>Was it really that fast?
"Time to head down to eat."
>She gets up and spins around at the door, giving you a wink as she leaves her room.
>Shit, that was crazy.
>Your eyes catch something small, pink, and bunched up on the ground.
>Oh god, those are your panties.
>They're totally soaked.
>Dinner is going to be interesting.
>You decide against wearing panties to dinner; you left them out to dry.
>It's weird, and almost exhilarating.
>You've never gone commando before. You're suddenly aware of how short your skirt is.
>Ok maybe it's not that short, but it feels like it could flip up at any second.
"I hope you girls like lasagne!"
>It's not your favourite, to be quite honest.
"Alright!"
>Scootaloo seems all for it, though.
>You sit down to eat, but you can't really focus on the food.
>It's good. Not great, but good.
>To be quite honest, though your mind is kinda occupied.
>Your eyes keep drifting over to Silver Spoon, even though you know you shouldn't be openly staring at her in front of her father.
>But then your eyes lock, and she grins at you, and you forget everything.
>Are you in love? Maybe. You don't really know what love is, or what it feels like.
>But you want to spend every possible second you can with her.
"So, dad, me and Sweetie Belle were hoping to go see that new movie that came out, "Winter in Canterlot".
"Oh? What about Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara?"
"Yeah, what /about/ us?"
>Scootaloo raises an eyebrow at you.
"O-oh, what I meant was, we were all planning to go out to see a movie, right DT?"
"Yeah. We've been talking about it since this morning."
"Oh, wonderful. I'll drive you girls over after supper."
>If Mr. Gossamer is on to you at all, he certainly doesn't show it.
>Eventually, you finish supper, and it's time to head out
>Mr. Gossamer talks about how he's "so thrilled" that you've all become "such good friends" over the last few days the entire ride over to the movie theatre.
>It's kinda awkward.
>Plus, Silver Spoon is sitting in the front seat, and you need to sit next to Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara, who keep teasing each other.
>Their hands are held behind their backs.
>You wish that was you and Silver Spoon right now.
>It is soon enough, though. Mr. Gossamer drops you off at the movie theatre. Silver Spoon promises she'll call when the movie's over, and you head in.
"Okay, so DT and I went along with your stupid lie, but while we're here, we may as well see a movie."
"So what movie do you guys wanna see?"
>Scootaloo looks over at you incredulously
"We aren't going to see the same movie."
"Why n-"
>Oh. Right.
>The four of you blush and find some place to look that isn't each other's eyes.
>Eventually you decide on a movie, grab your tickets and a snack (all courtesy of Silver Spoon's credit card), and head in.
>It's pretty empty, but you arrived kinda early, so who knows how many people will fill in later?
>Maybe a movie theatre wasn't the best idea for a first date; you can't really talk to each other or anything.
>Then again, talking is kinda the furthest thing from your mind right now.
>Silver Spoon leads you up to the top isle.
>Looks like you both had the same idea.
>You don't really pay attention to the pre-show. That stuff is bullshit, anyway. Silver Spoon is much more interesting to look at.
>Idea.
>You grab a piece of popcorn, and bring it up to her mouth.
>She smiles, and goes to eat it.
>After using maneuvering the popcorn into her mouth, she nibbles a bit on your finger.
>Again, that feeling rises up in your chest.
>You cup her chin in your hand, and tilt her head towards yours.
>Her eyes are wide, her mouth open.
>The lights from the screen flash across her face in hundreds of different colors.
>You bring her head towards yours and kiss her.
>Her lips are buttery, and taste like popcorn.
>You get lost in her for a while, your right hand finding the back of her head, your left hand trailing along her waist.
>You glance to the theatre through the corner of your eye. It's still pretty much empty. Nobody's noticed two girls making out in the back of the theatre. Perfect. You guess SS chose a movie that was a little less popular.
>What movie did she choose again?
>It doesn't matter. You aren't here for the movie anyway.
>You get on the floor in front of Silver Spoon. The ground is kinda sticky and gross, but it doesn't bother you enough to stop what you're doing.
>You're staring right up Silver Spoon's dress. She has silk blue panties on, with a wet spot staring you right in the face.
>You grab her panties by the waistline, and tug down. She moves her legs up so you can slide them off her.
>Her pussy gleams with moisture, inviting your tongue in. Just as you're about to lift your head up to meet it, the lights in the theater dim.
>You rest your hands on the chair seat and lift your head up, sticking your tongue deep into her vagina, running circles around her walls.
>You want this to last a little longer than 6 minutes, so you move back and run your hands along her thighs, blowing cold air along her vagina.
"Oh my god Sweetie Belle don't fucking-"
>You trail your tongue along her clit again.
>That shuts her up pretty quickly.
>You continue to tease her, slowing down every time she starts bucking into your face.
>Eventually she grabs you, lifting your face up to hers.
>Her eyes meet yours, deadly serious.
>You have the goofiest smile on your face.
"Yes, Silver Spoon?"
"Finish me off right now, Sweetie Belle."
>She hisses that sentence out through her teeth.
"Yes, ma'am."
>You go back down and stick two fingers in, circling around her vaginal walls, while your tongue works up and down her clit.
>Suddenly, she comes over your tongue and hand.
>It's tasty, kinda like vanilla pudding.
>You sit up and sit beside SS.
>She has a goofy grin on her face.
>Suddenly you remember you're supposed to be watching a movie.
>The popcorn tastes delicious with Silver Spoon's cum.