Flirty Belle

>Day 'You live in a tree' in Equestria

>You are Anonymous and today you've fallen asleep.

>Why? Because someone decided to start stealing all the adult novels in the library (which, thanks to Twilight, were quite numerous), and thus the proprietor of the tall tree thought it was a good idea to put sleep inducing hexxes inside all of the /other/ books.

>Without telling you.

>Clearly a good idea, right? Right?

>So you're asleep, passed out in the only armchair in the big library.

>It'd take a hurricane to wake you up at this point. A class 7 one, at that.

>Or perhaps some terrible perfume. Very, very terrible perfume.

>You gag, eyes shooting open. What in the hell is that smell!

"Oh god, my eyes! It burns!"

>Your eyes immediately yell at you for opening them in a cloud of that stench. Is this stuff made of onions? Or is it garlic?

>"Oops," rings out a young voice, and in a moment the smell is replaced by another, just as bad one.

>"How's that one?"

"Horrible. Who's there?"

>"Sweetie Belle. Are you sure? I thought humans loved bananas..."

>You take in a whiff of the awful cloud.

>Bananas and... Is that clam?

"Sure, when they aren't mixed with dead fish. Get it off of me."

>You wait a few seconds for the cloud to dissipate before opening your eyes.

>Right at your feet is Sweetie Belle, who has a little wagon of perfume bottles behind her.

>You frown at her, to which she grins.

>"Okay, so no bananas and oysters. Hold still, I know I've got one you'll love here!"

"How about no?"

 

>"Don't worry, you'll love this one! Sweetie's speciality!"

>Before you can object, a bottle floats up into your face, squirting a mouthful of vile liquid into your mouth.

>Oh god, it burns!

>You start coughing like a madman, instinctively leaning back in your seat to get away from your horrible torturer.

>What could you have done to deserve such a punishment? It's not like you told Rarity she wasn't pretty.

>To her face, at least.

>"Oops! That bottle must be broken. H-Here I'll just put it in another--"

>She's interrupted by your chair tipping over.

>You yell out in surprise and again in pain when your head bounces on the hard wooden floor.

"...Ow."

>"Oh my gosh, Anon!"

>Sweetie Belle quickly rushes to your side, or more accurately, your face.

>"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I? Please don't tell Rarity I hurt you! Oh, um, and don't tell her I have her perfume..."

>She starts to ramble on about a bunch of other things she apparently did today that she probably shouldn't have.

"Sweetie Belle."

>"Huh?"

>Groaning, you roll over onto your arm, so you can prop yourself up with your other one.

>In a moment you're back on your feet, dusting yourself off.

>You glance down at the filly, noticing her... interesting choice of outfit.

>Saddles aren't something you see every day.

>Well, unless you're Spike. He's always hanging out with the 'White Devil.'

"First of all, why in the world are you spraying me with perfume?"

>She smiles sheepishly.

"And secondly, what's with the outfit?"

 

>She blushes, looking back at her light blue saddle and the matching dress with it.

>"Oh, uh, this ol' thing?"

>Your frown deepens when you hear her badly butchered southern accent.

>"I picked it out special! Because you like blue!"

>You cross your arms, giving her a look.

>She shrinks away slightly. "...You do like blue, right?"

"I'm not going to answer that."

>A moment passes in silence.

"Well? What did you want?"

>"Oh. Um..."

>Her face turns a deep red. "I want you to ride me into the night."

>Oh boy here we fucking go...

>The filly inches forward, ever so cautiously, putting on her best smile.

"Considering I'm easily three times as tall, and well over four times a heavy as you, I'm going to guess you don't mean on your back."

>She blinks. "Um. I think so?"

"So yeah, uh, no."

>Sweetie frowns. "B-But, I put on a saddle! Stallions love saddles! The book said so!"

>You sigh, shaking your head.

>"Please? There's no one else in Ponyville as... um... fabulous as you."

"Sweetie Belle, go home."

>"Pleeease? I know you ride Twilight off into the night! Why not me?"

"Excuse me? I don't 'ride' Twilight at all."

>She gives you a look. "But then how do you pay rent? You don't have a job, I think, and all the movies say that's how ponies pay for thier rent without money."

"I'm not even going to ask why you're watching movies like that. Or how. Sweetie, go home."

>She glares at you, sort of. "No! Not until we ride off into the night! I know you're holding out on me!"

"No, I'm not."

 

>"Then... where's Twilight anyway? I bet /she'll/ tell the truth."

"You need to stop this. Why can't you go crusade for something instead?"

>Sweetie huffs. "Because I need you to ride me into the night! Isn't it obvious?"

>Not really.

"Fine. Pretty sure she's studying for... something upstairs."

>You gesture for the filly to follow, which she does, albiet indignantly.

>She needs to stop pretending to be Rarity. That raised head position is bad for the neck.

>Soon you're at Twilight's door, which is eerily silent. You knock upon it.

>After a few seconds of silence, you shrug, and open the door, poking your head in.

"Hey Twilight, Sweetie Belle says I apparently 'ride you into the night.' Can you tell her I... don't. Um."

>Your only answer is the now unmuted moans of ecstasy coming from Twilight and some orangey-yellow stallion, whom are quite busy 'riding' eachother into the night.

>"Ooooh! Right there Brad! YES! There!"

>Her suitor half moans back, "I told yooou, my name is Flash! Uuhh."

>You slowly pull your head out of the room and gently close the door.

>Turning around, Sweetie Belle is looking up at you, aroused and probably extremely confused.

"She said no."

>"That didn't sound like no--"

"She said no. Now then, it's time to go."

>You reach down a before she can say otherwise, pick up the little filly with a bit of effort.

>She just sulks as you plop her down outside of the library.

>You take a seat back in your armchair, only for her to walk right back in to get her wagon.

>"Oh, um. Sorry about those books. I'll... uh, bring them back tomorrow."

>Just another lovely day in Ponyville...