Anontificer 4

>Cutie Marks were a thing only native to ponies.
>Well, warforged got a symbol on their heads, but that was different.
>And Sweetie Belle is even more unique now. You haven't the faintest on all the modifications you gave to her, just that they involved a lot of priceless gems and juices.
>"Yes...your cutie mark..."
>Rarity looks to you worriedly.
>SHE KNOWS.
>Or not.
>You shrug.
>The three of you take up the remainder of the time before Pinkie's party just catching up.
>Rarity was definitely slipping into a deep depression before this happened.
>Partly from your absence, but that was all water under the bridge now.
>Hopefully.
>You pick up Sweetie and head out to Sugarcube Corner at the appointed time, Rarity pressed up close to you.
>You hide your blush and keep on the task at hand.
>You weren't sure when you began to feel for Rarity like that, but you would be sure to not let it affect your relationship. You're a close a friend as she has besides the other elements.
"Okay, we're here."
>Sweetie hops off of your back and knocks on the door.
>The lights to Sugarcube Corner are actually on for once.
>Usually she has a "surprise" party, but it appears she has foregone that.
>As you, Rarity and Sweetie Belle open the door, the lights go out, the only illumination coming from Sweetie's eyes as a pale green.
>Neat, she has dark-vision.
>"Wh-where'd everyp0ny go?"
>The lights click on and the entirety of P0nyville is in attendance, the elements and the remaining CMC at the front.
>"SURPRIIIISE!"
>Sweetie Belle gasps and grins, running to embrace her closest friends.
>A collective "Awwwww..." rings out from the crowd.
>After a few minutes of bare minimum explanations on her revival, you find Twilight, who is crestfallen.
"Hey, what's wrong, Sparkle?"
>"I lost..." she chokes on a sob "...I lost your..."
"Hey, hey, take it easy, what'd you lose? Are you going to be alright?"
>"I lost your spellbook! Your one of a kind spellbook that you loaned to me in good faith! I'm a horrible librarian, and a worse friend!"
"You didn't lose it. Spike blew it off with a note to Princess Celestia."
>"What?"
"Yeah, the little piker did it right in front of me. Without my spells, I couldn't stop him. And I didn't want my first count of violence to be assault on a baby dragon!"
>She chuckles a bit at your poor attempt at a joke. More because you had the audacity to say a silly thing aloud than the content's inherent comedy.
>"You wouldn't go to jail. Besides, if he did that, maybe he needs a good punishment. But I'm still responsible, Anon. And I apologize."
"Don't worry, just get it back from the princess as soon as possible...or faster if you can."
>She sighs and smiles, then heads out the door. Presumably to get Spike and ask for the book back.
>Wonder why the blighter didn't show up to the party in the first place?
>The party rages on, and Rarity gets tired, but doesn't want to drag Sweetie Belle away from her own party so early.
>"Could you please be the gentlecolt and take me home, Anonymous?"
"It would be my pleasure, madame Rarity."
>The walk back is spent in silence, each of you simply enjoying each other's company.
>When you get to the door, and hold it open, Rarity pauses and clears her throat.
>"A-hem. I do believe this is your house. You should enter first."
"Ladies first, I insist."
>"Do you now? I had no idea the buffoon you are. perhaps I shall even return without a kiss goodnight!"
>Your heart skips a beat as your face flushes with color.
>Rarity gives a mischievous smile
>"Well, well. Now I know how he feels. Why couldn't you have just spoken up about it earlier?"
>Stammering, you answer.
"I-I, uh, well I didn't want to ruin the, uh, relationship, I mean friendship that we had by bringing my feelings into it, you know?"
>Rarity looks offended.
>She telekinetically pushes you softly closer to her.
>As you bend to your knees and make eye-level contact, she smiles.
>"I had thought perhaps you did not care for me, but I see that you truly do. And not just for me, but for my sister as well! You're a catch, Anonymous."
>You gulp.
>WhatthehellamIsupposedtosay?
>Quiet, brain, we got this.
"I wouldn't have expected to get caught by such a beautiful huntress."
>Bingo. CHA check success.
>She leans in, closing her eyes.
>As do you.
>A bright flash comes from your side, but you ignore it.
>Wrong move, bucko.
>In an instant, you are grabbed around the neck by a very powerful force, and thrown up against a wall.
>You open your eyes to find none other than the Sun Princess herself glaring at you with hateful eyes.
>"Anon...where did you-"
>She opens her eyes to see the two of you.
>"Oh!"
>She bows quickly, but then regains her composure.
>"Princess Celetia, what is going on!?"
>You choke, unable to articulate.
>The princess, however, does not have such a problem.
>"Go inside, Rarity! Leave me to take care of this filth!"
>In fear more than obedience, Rarity zips inside, but watches from a window in horror.
>"You."
>Her voice drips DC 25 venom.
>You ain't gonna make that save!
>"You have perverted the very ESSENCE of life! Do you think I do not care for each of my little ponies? Do you suppose that I do not grieve for them? I suppose you think me some heartless queen, like the rulers of your 'Faerun' don't you?"
>She tosses you to the ground, releasing her grip.
"No, it's not like that, I-"
>"And now you would dare to pervert another pony of mine with your lust as well! That shall not happen!"
"It isn't like that! Rarit-"
>"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK HER NAME, WHELP!"
>The force of her shout knocks you over and you roll once or twice.
>As you cough in the dust, you are lifted once more.
>"And do you know what you have done? Do you EVEN have ANY IDEA HOW YOU HAVE HURT HER?"
>Tears start to form in the princess' eyes.
>"She can never find her place in life. Because of you, Anonymous. Because of a violent little wizard who screwed up a simple transportation device! I read your spellbook, Anonymous. I translated it with ease. The powers of destruction you held within those pages...I know who you truly are!"
>"I cannot and will not do that to an innocent p0ny."
>"Then let him go! Please!"
>Celestia turns back to you.
>"What have you to say for yourself now?"
"Sweetie Belle..."
>"Yes, the name of the p0ny you have wronged. If this is all you have to say in the matter than I am afraid you have wasted Rarity's time in giving you a second chance!"
>No really, Sweetie's right there.
>You try to speak, but instead just point behind the Sun Princess.
>She follows your indication to the face of a frightened filly, crying at the sight.
>Her sister bruised and on the ground, the princess of the sun holding her friend aloft, who wasn't much better off than Rarity, damage-wise.
>"Why?" Sweetie Belle takes a step back. "Why are you doing this to Anon? What did he ever do to you?"
>Sweetie Belle tries to dry her tears.
>"I, I just got my cutie mark! Anon, look!"
>From being thrown about and choked, your vision isn't perfect, but you manage to make out a little heart with a musical note inside it.
>"But you...how..." the princess looks between the two of you, "...it isn't possible. One simply cannot manage that! No feat of magic or necromancy has granted a cutie mark before!"
"It isn't necromancy, princess...it's love."
>Looking now at all three of you, Sweetie helping Rarity to her hooves, she releases her grip and swallows.
>"It appears...for once...I am in the wrong."
>Well ho-ly shit.
>"When Spike sent me your book along with Twilight's message that Sweetie Belle was revived, I had feared the worst and translated it immediately. I thought she was implying more than the words she wrote on the page. I should have known better, and I apologize."
>Tearily, Celestia bends into a p0ny's bow before bringing her horn to bear on you.
>With a beam of light, you and Rarity are recovered, and Celestia is the one sporting bruises and choke marks.
>"I hope perhaps in time, you can forgive me as well. I am sorry."
>And with that, she teleports away, leaving you and two ponies alone in the night.