Everything Must Go - 3

>You are Spike.

>Rarity leads you into her home.

>You drop your belongings by the door.

>Rarity slinks over to a chaise lounge and lays out.

>She's beautiful

>Her hooves dangle idly over the edge and she smiles at you

>"Come over here Spike."

>Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie would be proud of how fast you move.

>You stand below her nervously, wringing your claws.

>Your spikes are rigid.

>"I said come HERE," she pats the chaise lounge behind her with her tail.

>You climb up and fidget behind her

Yes Rarity?

>She looks back and smiles mischievously

>Her tail caresses your cheek

>"I want you to rub me."

>The heat of the room has been doubled.

R-rub you?

>Rarity reaches back and drags a hoof across her cutie mark

>"Right here... Rub."

Okay...

>Your claws reach out.

>Twitching slightly.

>The spikes lining your body are aching now.

>Rarity lays her head down on the sofa and bats you with her tail.

>You place both claws on her flank.

>She lets out a content sigh.

>Her plush coat sifts around your scales as you slowly begin to rub.

>Her body is warm.

>She smells like

>You stiff and stop rubbing

>Rarity lifts her head and looks back, "I never said stop Spike. What is wrong?"

>You sniff at the air

I smell...

>She waves her tail, wafting the scent between her legs at you.

>Your knees wobble from the smell of her nethers.

>But there's something else.

>"Looks like you're smelling the scent of the one I've been claimed by."

>Her smile unsettles you

Claimed?

>"Yes. Anon. My mate. He took my innocence and claimed my body as the receptacle for his seed."

 

 

>You back away from her

But I thought... I thought you w-wanted me?

>Rarity raises a hoof to her mouth and softly laughs

>"Oh Spike, really? You're too cute. You thought I was attracted to you?"

>You back away.

I thought... But you said-

>"I said I would take care of you."

>Anon is probably laughing at you right now.

>"Don't you think a pony more your size is appropriate for you?"

My size?

>"Yes, follow me."

>Rarity gets up and walks to the stairs.

>You follow her, your curiosity tugged.

>On the second floor she opens a door and looks back to you.

>"In here Spikey."

>You hesitate then look into the room.

>Sweetie Belle is looking at you, holding a brush against her mane.

>"RARITY! DON'T YOU KNOCK?!"

>Rarity rolls her eyes, "calm down, it's not like you were doing anything."

>Sweetie Belle throws her brush down on a dresser, "well I COULD have been doing something!"

>Rarity smiles, "like what? Coloring? Singing? Playing with your dolls?"

>"NO!" Sweetie looks at you and is suddenly shy.

>She mutters something you can't make out.

>"What was that Sweetie Belle?"

>The filly glares at her sister and blushes deeply

>"I said I could have been practicing kissing or flirting!"

 

 

>Rarity laughs, "why would a little filly like you be practicing kissing?"

>Sweetie Belle puffs up, "I'm NOT a little filly anymore Rarity!" Her voice cracks, "I'm older now! I need to practice so I'm ready for when Anon agrees to go to the school dance with me!"

>Your spirits sink lower at the mention of that name.

>Why did everybody like the Human so much?

>Rarity sighs and pushes you forward,

>"Well little sister, I have the perfect opportunity for you to practice the intricacies of courtship."

>She's serious?

Rarity I don't think-

>"You can take Spike here out on a 'date' and get some experience."

>Sweetie Belle tilts her head and looks at you.

>So you were going to be used again...

>"W-would you do that for me Spike?"

>You look up from the ground and into her big green eyes.

>There you see the pleading

>The desperation

>For affection

>For unrequited love

>Something you weren't too proud to know well.

Yeah. Sure.

 

 

>You are Anon.

>A thick gauze pad on your neck

>Bandages wrapped around your left hand

>Band-aids on your face

>Ointment smeared on the burns covering your chest

>Spike had been so angry.

>And you didn't blame him.

>To him, you had gone behind his back ruining every possible chance he had at romance.

>But it's not like you were interested in ponies.

>They all seemed to want you for some reason.

>Twilight closes the bottle of ointment, "there you go Anon. I'm so sorry again..."

Stop apologizing Twilight, it wasn't your fault.

>You should be the one apologizing to her,

>She now sported a black eye from being whacked with a sack of gems.

>"I was stupid to think Spike wouldn't go through a faze like this. I just... I never really thought he would..."

>She plays with her hooves in thought.

Grow up?

>She nods.

>"Yes. I have to face the truth. Spike is growing up. He can't be a baby dragon forever."

But he's still technically a baby right? I mean, Dragons live for hundreds of years or something right?

>Twilight rolls her eyes, "yes yes, he's still a little guy, but... Not emotionally. I think Spike has stepped into the beginnings of his teen years."

>The magic of youth.

>Awkwardness.

>Emotional discord.

>Boners.

>Boners everywhere.

>You remember what it was like for you.

>At sixteen, you could have been turned on by a log floating down a river and into a tunnel.

Did he say where he was going?

>Twilight shakes her head.

>Before she can start sniveling again, you stand and pat her head.

Don't worry. I'll find him.

>You leave her home.

>The last thing you hear before the door closes is her crying.

>What if he did come back?

>One day he would have to leave again.

>What would Twilight do then?

>She needed him more than she let on.

 

 

>You are Spike.

>The bad thing about Sweetie Belle is that she never shuts up.

>The good thing is that you can't really hear her as you zone out.

>Well, it wasn't really so good.

>What were you even doing here?

>Weren't you supposed to be running away?

>But now

>You were sitting under a tree with Rarity's little sister

>Having a picnic.

>"And Rarity made the food because I can't cook, but she agreed to make what I asked for because I know what some of Anon's favorite foods are and now you can try some!"

>She holds up a piece of pumpkin pie to your mouth

>"Now, pretend you are Anon and say oh yum! This is great Sweetie Belle I love you so much!"

>You stare at a tree and let her shove pie into your mouth.

>Why was everything so weird lately.

>The dreams, the increased appetite, the mood swings...

>And for some reason, you didn't feel like discussing your trepidations with Twilight.

>It had never been like that before.

>You

>You hit her.

>The mare that was basically your mother.

>No, more like your sister.

>Sure it felt good to thrash the Human, but you felt kind of sick for what you did to Twilight.

>"Say iiiiit Spike!"

Wha? Say what?

>Sweetie Belle bats her eyes, "say: I love you Sweetie Belle."

Oh yeah. Right. Love you.

>What if you had seriously hurt Twilight?

>What if no one found her?

>Sweetie Belle kisses you.

>Her little tongue wiggles into your mouth.

>Ponies have died from concussions...

>"Mmmm~"

>Wait

>You throw Sweetie Belle off.

What are you doing?!

>She giggles and plays with her mane, "practicing. I heard that the way to find your love is through a fetish. So, is tongue play your fetish Spike? Do you think it's Anon's?"

No!

>You wipe your mouth and stand.

>Stupid Sweetie Belle.

>You walk away.

>"Spike! Let's go to Sugarcube Corner!"

>She's following you.

>"Maybe the way to Anon's heart is through his belly!"

>Dear Celestia, she's so dumb...

 

 

>You are Anon.

>Spike is really gone.

>You looked everywhere he could possibly have gone.

>Tomorrow you will look again.

>Wake up from your nap.

>Shit, shower and shame.

>You can't shave.

>Spike really fucked your shit up proper.

>You grumble and pour yourself a bowl of Bon Bonner Bits.

>Who makes this shit?

>You look at the top corner.

No fucking way... Nabisc-

>[knock knock eep]

>You get up and groan over to the door.

>Fluttershy stands on your porch with a Gibson Les Paul.

>"Is um, this guitar your fetish Anon?"

>Hold back the face palm that will definitely cause pain.

No Fluttershy. Everyone has one of those. And it's way too heavy.

>She looks desperate now.

>"But I learned a song for you!"

>Her wings work the strings as she plays the opening to Wonderwall.

Oh fuck no,

>You snatch her guitar and smash it

FUCK OASIS!

>Fluttershy cries and you cunt punt her off of your property.

>You close the door.

>Today was a normal da-

>"Sugarcube?"

>An orange hoof prevents you from closing the door fully.

>Oh no.

>You try to push her hoof away, but Applejack easily overpowers your one arm.

>"Anon? Ah came ta check up on you."

I'm fine AJ, hahaha, have a good day kaythanksbye.

>She smiles and enters your home, removing her stetson.

>What is she holding?

>"Ah um... Ah brought some ointment for yer burns."

Applejack, I'm fine. Really. Please don't worry about me.

>She squeezes the bottle and looks as though she's in pain

>"Of course ahm worried about ya Nonymous! It's mah job ta worry about yer well being!"

>You pinch the bridge of your nose

You're my best friend AJ, so it doesn't make me feel too good to see you so upset. I'm fine! It's not that big a deal!

>Applejack shakes her head.

>She closes the front door behind her and smiles at you adoringly.

>"Oh yer just bein' stubborn Nonymous, we're more than just best friends... Ahm yer lover now."

 

 

>You sit in your living room.

>Things have taken a creepy turn.

>Applejack is in your kitchen making you dinner.

>You look at the door.

>It's right there

>Maybe you can run for it

>Applejack pokes her head into the living room and you flinch.

>"Isn't this so romantic Nonymous?"

>She holds a wooden spoon to her chest and looks up, swooning, "Granny Smith always said ah would make a great wife."

>Why couldn't Fluttershy knock now?

>"Yeh know,"

>Applejack looks at you with wide eyes and a frown

>"Because no mare is more devoted than me..."

Uh, yeah...

>"We must be the luckiest couple in the world Nonymous, ah have the perfect lover and you... Have the most DEVOTED and CARING mare."

We're not a couple Applejack.

>She ignores you and goes back into the kitchen.

>Nope.

>You stand up and go to the door as quietly as possible.

>You'll just spend the night at Twilight's.

>"Nonymous~"

>You open the door

Shit shit shit!

>A hoof reaches past you and slams the door closed again.

>You fall back against the wood.

>Applejack stares at you with wide green eyes.

>"Eat your dinner."

AJ, I think I'm gonna stay at Twilight's...

>Her pupils constrict.

>"Eat your dinner Nonymous."

 

 

>The spaghetti slowly raises toward your mouth.

>Your hand is shaking, so some of the noodles fall off the fork.

>"You know Nonymous,"

>Applejack's mouth is right next to your ear.

>Her front legs wrap around your chest gently from behind.

>"When you took me to that circus, ah was so happy. But then, ah woulda never guessed you felt the same way about me."

>You chew the noodles, too uncomfortable to wipe the marinara sauce running down your chin.

What are you talkin' abou?

>She sighs, her breath in your ear canal making you shiver.

>"Ahm talkin' about our love ya silly critter."

That's it.

>You throw down the fork and stand up.

Applejack I like you, but this is ridiculous!

>You know she's staring at the back of your head, but you don't turn to her.

What happened?! You're my best friend! Just the other day we were bucking apples together and it was fine! There wasn't this awkward tension!

>"Ah was starin' at your back side the whole time sugarcube..."

And what about that time Rarity made us go to the spa with her? We were making fun of everything together. I was half naked the whole time and that was okay!

>"Ah... Ah touched myself in the jaccuzi."

I was next to you the whole time!

>"Isn't it excitin'?"

>You stand.

Applejack. I can't be around you anymore if you're going to be like this.

>She grabs your wrist.

>You fling her off.

I'm not interested in you like that. I thought- I thought we could just stay friends.

>You walk away.

I'm going to Twilight's.

>"Nonymous wait!"

Don't call me that.

>"Please! Don't go!"

>She's beyond reasoning with.

>Friendship is no longer an option.

I expect you out of my house when I come home tomorrow.

 

 

>You are Spike.

>Sweetie Belle has dragged you to Sugarcube Corner.

>"Awww~ that's so CUUUUTE!" Pinkie Pie squeals.

>You face claw in shame.

>"Spikey's taking Sweetie Belle out on a date!"

>Sweetie Belle hops a little, "he's my practice for the big leagues! Can we have some cookies?"

>Pinkie Pie brings out a box of macaroons.

>"So did you get to first base yet?"

>You pull Sweetie Belle to a table.

>She attacks the cookies and talks with her mouth full.

>"I wonder what Anon thinks of macaroons? Because I love macaroons and I never asked him about it, but I know that Scootaloo hates them because this one time she ate like a GAZILLION of them and got really bad gas! Hahahaha! So our clubhouse smelled like-"

>You tune her out.

>This pony had no chance with Anon.

>Maybe she would talk at him so much he would cut off his ears though.

>Could work.

>You can't help but picture his smug face in your mind.

>Laughing at you.

>Sweetie Belle shakes one of your claws.

>"Wanna try kissing again Spike?"

>Anon was ugly.

>"Wanna kiss in other places Spike? Spike?"

 

 

>What did they all see in him?

>"I'll let you see my-"

WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON'T?!

>You realize you have shouted out loud.

>"Uh, what?"

>You stand up

I'm going to fix this! I need to apologize to Twilight!

>Sweetie Belle squeaks, "wh-where are you going?"

>You thank Pinkie Pie and run out the door.

 

>You are Sweetie Belle.

>Spike ditched you.

>Sure he was a practice partner, but still...

>You trudge home.

>The Boutique is dark when you enter.

>"Welcome back you two," Rarity speaks from somewhere in the dark.

>"I'm glad you helped my little sister Spike. And I changed my mind. I have a reward for you... But you'll have to come upstairs..."

>A light flips on and you see your sister sitting on the couch wearing a tight-fitting lacey outfit with straps running down her back legs.

What are you WEARING?

>She looks surprised, "where's Spike?"

>You huff,

He ditched me...

>Rarity tuts and gets up, walking up the stairs.

>"How unlucky for him."

 

 

>You are Fluttershy.

>There's Anon walking toward Twilight's.

>Away from his house.

>And away from Applejack.

Yay.

>You fly a little more and see Spike running toward his home from Sugarcube Corner.

Yay.

>This was all working out so well!

>You circle back and land.

>Anon needed a little push in the right direction.

>You made sure Applejack had given a great push.

>It was a little weird using the stare on your friend like that,

>But most necessary.

>And now

>Spike would most likely give that last little nudge.

>It was almost like fate was pulling Anon to you.

Yay!

>Friends were important to you.

>But Anon came first.

>Anon was what truly mattered.

>Friends couldn't give you love like that.

Love is magic...

>You open the door to his house.

Friendship is good,

>She's crying on the kitchen floor.

But sometimes friends have to... Step out.

 

 

End of part 3.