Sweetie Belle x Anon [PISS]

	Anon walked through the crowded carnival with the adorable—almost TOO adorable—Sweetie Belle right by his side. Babysitting this innocent filly was hardly a difficult job; in fact it was quite enjoyable. Anon took a bite of his pink cotton candy, and then realized that Sweetie Belle had no way of holding her own. “Sweetie, would you like a bite?”
	Sweetie looked unsure. “What?? But you’ve already had your mouth on it, Anon! That’s gross!”
	“Oh…sorry…”
	“Haha, just kidding, of course I want a bite.” She lowered her eyelids, oddly trying to look seductive. “Give me the part with the most of your saliva on it…please.”
	What was with this little filly? Was she just messing around, or…? Anon pulled off a glob of the sugary sweet and handed it to Sweetie Belle, who ate it right out of his hand, and then…she started licking his fingers! Anon retreated his hand. “Sweetie, what the??”
	“I was only trying to get the last of the sugar!”
	Anon blushed. She was just SO cute. Almost beyond cute. Bordering on sexy territory. But no…she was like, what, ten years old? Maybe eleven? And Rarity would murder him if anything funny ever happened between you and Sweetie…still…would it be worth it?
	“Oh, oh, Anon! Let’s ride the ferris wheel!” Sweetie literally jumped in excitement. “I’ve never been on a ferris wheel before!”
	Anon hadn’t either. He was about to say “Sure,” but then he saw the damn line. It must have been 30 feet long. “I don’t know, Sweetie…that’s a REALLY long line…”
	“DUH!” Her rudeness caught Anon off guard. “How about we buy some lemonade to drink while we’re in line?”
	“Alright…but only because I like you, Sweetie Belle.” Anon winked at her, almost unintentionally. Seriously, why did he do that? They approached the lemonade stand. “Hey, can I get a medium and a small lemonade please?”
	“WHAT??” Sweetie was absolutely appalled. “I want an extra EXTRA large lemonade.”
	“Are you sure? That’s a lot of liquid for a little filly like you.”
	“I am NOT little!” Sweetie was deeply offended.
	“Fine, fine. A medium and an extra, extra large lemonade please.”
	The waiter was an overweight orange stallion with a bored look in his eyes. He said in an incredibly unenthusiastic voice, “Sure, sir…that will be 16 bits. Also, you can upgrade the extra extra large to a super jumbo when purchasing an extra drink for just three more bits.”
	Sweetie nudged Anon and said, “Do it!!”
	Anon sighed. “Fine, do the stupid upgrade thing.”
	“Coming right up sir…” the cashier droned in a monotonous voice. He was a unicorn, and used magic to levitate the two glasses towards Anon and Sweetie.
	Anon, being the gentleman he was, paid for all of it. Sweetie said cheerfully, “You didn’t have to pay for my drink, Anon.”
	Anon said, “Don’t worry, it was my privilege.” He was holding both drinks. “Wait, how are you going to drink this?”
	“I’ll sit down and use my hooves to drink it. My magic isn’t very powerful yet, and that’s a heavy glass.”
	“Yeah, no shit.”
	“Anon! Such language!”
	“Sorry. I’m just not looking forward to spending an hour and a half in this line full of other hyper-active fillies and their parents.”

	They waited in line for what seemed like an eternity, with Sweetie gulping down her iced beverage as fast as she could, like she had something to prove. That was a really bad idea. By the time they finally reached the front of the line, Sweetie could feel a slight urge to pee rising in her small bladder. ‘Oh crud…’ she thought. ‘Well, it’s not that urgent. I’m sure I’ll make it. After all, how long can a ferris wheel ride be?’
	Anon interrupted her train of thought. “Sweetie, are you coming?”
	“Uh, yes!” Sweetie hopped into the seat first and Anon slid in next to her.
There wasn’t a whole lot of room in the seat. Anon could feel Sweetie’s warm fur against his thin T-shirt. The sensation made his whole body feel a little hotter, and sped up his breathing. This filly…oh no…get a grip Anon, she’s too young…
The ferris wheel was somewhat old, and when it started it jerked slightly, and the resulting shake throughout Sweetie’s body caused her to briefly lose control of her bladder; and a tiny bit of urine—just a few drops--shot out of her nether region. Luckily Anon didn’t seem to notice.
As a matter of fact, Anon hadn’t even finished his medium drink yet. He was pretty full though. “Hey Sweetie, do you want the rest of this?”
“Oh, no, definitely not.”
“Oh come on, we can’t let it go to waste. There’s only about a quarter of it left anyways. I paid nearly 20 bits for this!”
Sweetie’s heart began racing in anxiety. She already had to pee; drinking even more lemonade would probably be a very bad idea. But how could she refuse? Anon did pay for all of it, she couldn’t be so rude as to reject his generous offer. “O-okay…” She took it in her hooves and slowly sipped on it.
“Are you alright? Why are you drinking it so slow? You slugged down yours like there was no tomorrow.”
Sweetie closed her eyes and forced down the rest of the drink. She felt her urge to release her bladder gradually increasing as the ferris wheel rose them into the air. She crossed her legs and pressed her hooves onto the beat-up red leather seat. Not only did she need to urinate, but all the icy lemonade had made her very cold. Her teeth began to chatter.
Anon didn’t really seem to notice; he was looking over the edge at all the ponies down below him. They were nearly at the very top now. But then he suddenly turned to Sweetie and asked, “Hey Sweetie, do you want me to hold you on my shoulders so you can see farther?”
“Umm…” With every passing second she grew closer and closer to her breaking point, or really her bursting point. And unlike Anon, she didn’t have any clothing to absorb her pee.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!”
“A-alright…”
Anon effortlessly hoisted the small Sweetie onto his shoulders. “Sweetie, you’re shaking! Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”
“Y-yea, I’m just cold, heh…”
Feeling her soft, light body on him made Anon realize how amazing she really was. Oh god…he felt aroused…he should put her down…wait…no! She’s a pony for Christ’s sake, it’s not like they have the same age of consent laws. But then he felt something wet start to trickle down his neck and soak his skin and the back of his shirt. “Sweetie? Are you…?”
“Oh gosh I’m so sorry Anon, please forgive me! You were right, I shouldn’t have had all that lemonade! It—it won’t stop coming out! There’s no way I can hold it anymore!”
“That’s okay.”
“Huh??” Sweetie’s pee poured out profusely and drenched Anon’s back.

[THIS PART SHOULD HAVE MORE FETISH CONTENT, BUT I CAN’T THINK OF HOW TO DO IT]

	When Sweetie had finally emptied herself, Anon set her down on his lap and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a passionate French kiss. As their tongues somewhat awkwardly battled with each other, more fluids secreted from Sweetie’s vagina, but not pee. Anon’s sudden embrace had sent a fiery heat of arousal through her body.
	Then suddenly the ferris wheel jerked again and began moving back down, startling and irritating both of them. It was like one of those cheesy romantic comedies where the main couple is rudely interrupted right when things are about to get really good. They were both panting and perspiring now. Sweetie’s fur was a mess. A hot mess, in both senses of the word. She sat with her chest heaving, her tongue hanging out of her little mouth, and an expression in her eyes as if she had just been shot. Finally Anon grabbed her hoof and squeezed it tight. “Please don’t tell Rarity about this. I’ll clean you up when we get home.”
	Sweetie caught her breath and naughtily smiled. She looked into Anon’s eyes and said, “We should take a bath together.”
	Anon smiled too. “We ARE going to take a bath together.” The ferris wheel finally reached the ground. Anon released her hoof, realizing how weird that might look to others, and they walked back towards the entrance of the carnival. “Say Sweetie…do you want some more lemonade?”
	Sweetie said, “I think I do. A lot more. Cause, you know, I’m really thirsty.”
	“Right. We can just bring it back home, where there are plenty of sponges and towels.” Anon winked at her again, this time completely aware of it. After they bought Sweetie more lemonade, they walked off into the sunset (and then back to Rarity’s boutique, hoping it would be vacant for a while).

The end, for now.