So Dinky was initiated into the Cutie Mark Crusaders as their second colt member, and Apple Bloom’s official boy toy. The title was informal of course, but he did end up being something of a pacifier for her throughout estrus season. They kept doing it once estrus was over, though definitely not with the same urgency or obsession over foaling. Dinky remained good friends with Apple Bloom, though certainly not to the degree of Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Dinky was actually getting closer to Sweetie Belle than anything, not just from fucking her, but more from how their magic started to awaken, and Twilight was having them both do horn exercises together.
But before all that, Scootaloo had to deal with the responsibilities of being a father.
The rain sussurated down on a strange neighborhood in Trottingham, a miserable drizzle covering everything in damp obscurity. No pony would be out on the streets now, all either at home or work, waiting for this uncomfortable but necessary weather to pass. No pony, but one pony. A thick oilskin cloak protected her from the rain, but she was uncaring of this, gallopping heedlessly through puddles and rivulets in the cobbles, passing empty and abandoned market carts without so much as a glance their way. More important than the rain, her cloak protected her from discovery.
She winced as the bell rang overhead for the building she found shelter in, a shop of wonder and infamy that she hoped dearly would have the very thing she sought more than anything else in her journeys. The room was unlit by anything other than the storm, but she searched desperately, turning over strange forms, mysterious tomes and glowing jars of unknown liquids, searching for it. She had to find it, to clear her name, and fulfill her dark ambitions.
When the light clicked on behind her, she startled so much that the fur on her hackles rose underneath the cloak. She had to calm down. There was no way anypony could recognize her like this. So the store keeper had found her. She would have to bluff her way through this delicate situation, and hopefully the heavy sack of bits she carried roped to her waist would suffice for her particular brand of delicacy.
“May I help you... traveller?” said a strange storepony, wearing a stranger outfit. Nothing from Equestria, but the clothing of an exotic far away land, a forbidden land.
She steeled her nerves, trying to conceal the fear in her eyes to keep this pony from knowing just how easily she could be laid low. She had to convince him to help her, to bring to fruition what her own twisted sense of justice had deemed the right of things.
He led her simply, calmly, to a wooden counter behind which even stranger things than she could comprehend were kept under close protection.
“Something drew you to my shop,” the older stallion said, moving his hoof to lightly tap his chin. “Something powerful.”
She made a deliberate show of reaching into the pocket of her concealing cloak, then withdrew her prize, extending her powder blue hoof with dramatic flair, to show him without a word what her needs were.
“Ah,” he said looking behind him. “You have a keen eye. The Mega Orgasmator 9000 is one of the most sensuous, and powerful of all known sexual aids.”
She looked at her hoof in puzzlement, seeing that it was empty, then shook her head, rifling through her pocket again, to get out the persistently tricky to snag little thing. Then she presented it with a dramatic flair, saying in a scratchy voice that wasn’t nervous or trembling at all in the scary dark shop full of sexual wonders.
“I have this... thing, that I need to make... not a thing, so I can... do things.”
“Ah,” he said turning to scrutinize the torn out square of paper she had presented for him, “You saw our ad in the paper, for... pregnancy services.”
The shopkeep of Pandora’s Delights had seen many ponies come and go from his shop, almost always leaving with a larger smile on their faces than they came in with. Today would be no exception, he was sure of it, but it might be quite exceptional. He could sense this mare had a deep power in her, one that rivaled many if not all who came seeking his guidance. When combined with the increasingly obvious fact that this young mare was so eagerly incompetent, so wilfully in denial, his excitement began to grow.
Perhaps this was the one, the mare foolish enough to bring to fruition the great prophecy. The end of the Celestial dynasty, and the new age of freedom, power, and gratuitous sexual affairs. This mare had become pregnant through fault of her own, and wished to end it in the most laughably immature way possible. She would be, he thought, perfect for the next stage in the game of which he was but a simple pawn. A broker, who trades the weakness of others for the events that would result in the advent of a new golden age of thriving civilization. At least he was almost entirely certain that’s what the prophecy was saying.
He may have pitied the mare as she snuck out of his unwanted little shop, but he pitied no mare that left his doors with a larger smile on their face. He had taken a calculated risk in giving her the idol, though the large sack of bits did help his decision an awful lot. At any rate, it was out of his hooves now. If she should prove worthy, and vulnerable enough, to be chosen as the new bride, then surely before the next moon has passed, Baphomet would once again walk the earth.
Scootaloo rubbed his cheek on Sweetie Belle’s bottom. Sweetie had to giggle at that, turning over her shoulder. “What are you doing?” she asked in amusement.
“Oh Sweetie, your butt is just so awesome,” Scootaloo said in heart touching fondness, grabbing her hips and pulling his face rubbing up close against the muscles of her butt cheeks. “It’s so soft and white and round.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be licking me?” Sweetie teased. She couldn’t be very critical about it though, because it was just too flattering to see him so taken with her. Even if it was in a kind of odd...way. She just couldn’t stop smiling at the colt who was hugging her bottom that he loved so much.
Scootaloo got to licking pretty soon anyway. After his weird little emotional moment, he pulled apart her vulva and cleaned off all the girl juice, and the boy juice he left on her. She felt him tongue her entrance, going into—!
“No, Scootaloo...” she moaned agitatedly. “Not in there...”
He stopped and pulled away, gasping out, “I won’t... clean any of it out... I’ll just swish it around in there... feel it inside you...” He went and did it then without asking, but Sweetie was too worked up to protest. It did feel like his probing tongue invading her deepest parts wasn’t licking her inner walls, just pressing against her stretching her weakly this way and that. She imagined his seed, the boy seed that he put in her just swishing around in there, and sliming up all against her. She quivered—she... she was going to orgasm.
“Oh Scootaloo touch my button~” she prompted with an excited assurance at the rising tingles in her. The thought of him, of what he did in there. “I’m ready~” she whined needily.
Scootaloo didn’t even pull his tongue out to do it. His chin was in just the right place to get it. The short fur on his face was wet with her juices, sopping against her as the lightning shot through her, him pushing and sliding and getting it. Sweetie felt the flutters of orgasm before it hit her. Scootaloo’s chin left her, but she was still doing it. The eager squeezes that she needed to feel that made her stare forward and raise her butt, the butt that Scootaloo loved sooo much~
Then his wet muzzle slid along her clitoris again, the lightning sensation turning Sweetie’s regular ripples into powerful contractions, her pupils narrowing even as in her mind’s eye they widened and filled with stars. She just... tail him... she hug tailed him because that’s all she could do to thank him. She was going, and going and it was so slimy. It wasn’t hers; it was his. She felt his gift within her, her strong inner convulsions sensitizing her to every inch of it deep within her. She just breathed into the experience, let the tingles rush up from her pelvis and over her skull. She could feel her body relaxing, easing in motion, but it was almost as if from a great distance. She felt like she was floating, seeing unseeingly, just slowly settling back into herself, and feeling the immense relief of a good strong climax. Lifting a hoof almost unsure of if she even could anymore. Smacking her lips dryly. Sweetie Belle...
Sweetie Belle was kind of thirsty.
She looked around vaguely for her stallion, and found Scootaloo to her left, watching her with adoring eyes. Giving him a soft cheek nuzzle of assurance, the unicorn filly put her hoof down, and one after the other, walking with the grace of somepony who has had their deepest needs fulfilled, over to the water jug.
After Sweetie’s quiet gulps ceased and she placed the cup beside their water supply, she gasped out, “Oh man I needed that.”
“The licking, or the drink?” Scootaloo asked uncertainly.
Sweetie gave him a wan look. “Doing that filly thing takes a lot of water,” she said to him, “I just forgot to get a drink before.”
“Eh, fair enough,” he said, joining her by the table, with a face cloth hanging off his wing. “It’s important that you do. It’s way easier to slide against something wet, for both of us. Just take care of yourself, okay?”
Sweetie smiled at him. “The licking too,” she said, surprised to see his nose turn down somewhat in a blush. “You have to be my favorite colt ever,” she said. “You finish in me, and you don’t need to do any more, and I still get to feel your tongue, and that orgasm.”
“Hey, it’s not like I’m the only colt who uses his tongue,” Scootaloo said bashfully.
Sweetie considered his words, saying, “It feels different, because it’s you. Just thinking about you makes the tingling even more. I don’t really know why.”
“Same for me, really,” Scootaloo said, looking Sweetie easily eye to eye. “It just feels so extra special, if it’s your little white butt down there.” He winked a blush out of her, and said, “I haven’t done lots of fillies, but even with Apple Bloom it’s a lot more... basic. She just gets right to it. I wanna fill her, and she wants to be filled, and then we’re just cool together again. But when it’s you I gotta... it’s I dunno, I guess I sympathize more?”
“Sympathize?” Sweetie asked at the odd choice of words.
“Well, there’s more in common between you and me I mean, than most ponies see,” Scootaloo said, chewing on a wing uncertainly trying to find words for it. “I can feel what I’m doing to you,” he settled on in the end. “I’m not just doing it for myself, I’m doing it for you—wait, no.”
Sweetie sidled against Scootaloo, comforting him with just her silent flank while he just couldn’t put it to words. It helped him, and he finally knew what to say. “I got it!” he said with his eyes brightening in awareness. “With Apple Bloom, I’m doing it for me, and I’m doing it for her, and we’re doing it for each other,” he said. “But with you, I feel like I’m doing it with you.”
His eyes crossed at the language of that, and he clarified yet again, “I mean, it’s not something I’m doing to you, it’s something we’re doing together. Well, every filly and colt is together, but I mean like, feeling it together.”
Sweetie leaned her head against him, saying simply, “Thinking about me makes it easier to orgasm.”
“Y-yeah,” Scootaloo said, putting a wing across her back. “I guess it kinda boils down to that in the end. I feel like that with you, and with Apple Bloom a little, but with you it’s just wow. You’re really something special, you know that Sweetie Belle?”
“You’ve said,” Sweetie said skeptically, “I’m still not convinced though. Maybe you should say it again.”
Scootaloo laughed at that, caught off guard. “Don’t want to swell up your ego too big,” he said to his filly friend.
“Yeah,” Sweetie agreed with a sassy grin. “Swelling up big is your job.”
They both laughed at that.
“...what about Rainbow Dash?” Sweetie asked, after they had cleaned off, and were settled together laying down shoulder to shoulder, forehooves vaguely entwined.
“What about her?” Scootaloo asked curiously.
“Does thinking about her make it easier to orgasm?”
Scootaloo’s eyes widened. “Yeah, it—it really does. I guess she’s special too. I mean, of course she is. She’s the most awesome mare in Equestria. B-but you’re still special too.”
“I guess,” Sweetie admitted cautiously. “I can’t really compare, with how she’s grown up, has her cutie mark, and she’s a pegasus.”
“Hey, your horn is cool too,” Scootaloo said accomodatingly, “And one day it’ll be way totally exciting I bet! Maybe not as fast as Rainbow Dash though.”
“No, I meant... it’s hard to say who’s better, since we’re so different, so I guess we both are. Anyway I was just wondering. You really love everything about that mare. It’s really romantic. <3”
“Buh, I totally don't do romance,” Scootaloo said, rolling his eyes. “And neither does Rainbow Dash. She’s nothing but all awesome!”
“Neither of you do romance,” Sweetie speculated. “So, it sort of cancels out, and ends up romantic. You two are just so perfect for each other!” she squeed excitedly.
“She's so much better than me,” Scootaloo said with a sigh, looking Sweetie’s way. “I'm just glad I have you, Sweetie.”
Sweetie stopped smiling, and just rested her head against Scootaloo, not sure why her friend’s mood went such a somber direction.
They stayed there a while just close to each other, and then Scootaloo said quietly, “You probably should head off. Rarity’s probably back by now, and you know how she’s...”
“Yeah, it sucks,” Sweetie said with a pout. “She’s been so suspicious lately. She probably got back already, just to prove that I got out.”
“She better not,” Scootaloo said. “I dunno if we can get a copy of her house keys if she changes her locks.”
“Stupid that she has to do that,” Sweetie said in frustration. “I would be thanking her if it was really a problem.”
“Yeah...” Scootaloo said in a sober voice. “She must be getting so frustrated.”
Sweetie shook her head, saying, “I just really hope she doesn’t find out this time.”
Unfortunately, when Sweetie got there, the door to the boutique was open. That meant somepony opened it after Sweetie left, and she knew exactly which somepony that would be. She eyed her window uneasily, the second story window both latched and locked with a tiny silver padlock that proved surprisingly difficult to get around. Certainly no way in from the outside. She shook her head, and looked at the front door. Taking a deep breath and primping her curls nervously, Sweetie trotted on in through the front door of Rarity’s pink and purple carousel.
“Rarity, I—” she said confidently only to be interrupted with an aggrivated,
“Sweetie Belle!”
Rarity came clopping up staring daggers down at her. “I don’t need to be locked in my room,” Sweetie said firmly, yet in an increasingly wavering voice. “Just t-trust me, it’s fine...”
“And just where have you been, little filly?” Rarity said with a haughty air, walking around Sweetie in an intimidating lope. “After so many close calls, I hardly have to guess!”
Rarity’s magic unceremoniously lifted Sweetie Belle’s tail, exposing her well worked nethers. “Disgusting,” Rarity said disapprovingly, dropping Sweetie’s tail faster than it could go between her legs. “With how you’ve been the past week, I can’t tell if that’s fresh from today, or left over from yesterday.”
“I cleaned off really good!” Sweetie protested angrily. “I—I mean, I was with Scootaloo, and I’m not sorry, and there’s nothing disgusting down there. My f-filly parts are beautiful!”
“Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said in horrified disapproval, “You are going to make yourself pregnant! I don’t know how you escaped your—left your room, but you are grounded until estrus is over. For this very reason! Do you really think you can just go around with his seed just dripping out of you, and not become with foal?”
“Yes,” Sweetie didn’t say. “It’s not even dripping out anymore!” Sweetie also didn’t say. What on earth she could say, she wasn’t sure. She just cowered guiltily, caught with her hoof in the cookie jar. Rarity really was giving it to her this time. She just wouldn’t stop shouting! Or, wait, wouldn’t Sweetie Belle be the cookie jar? But that would mean catching Scootaloo, not her. Wait, why did the cookie jar never get in trouble?
“And furthermore,” Rarity said snapping Sweetie’s attention back to reality. “I shall be having words with the Ponyville orphanage about their willingness to let a colt run about town all willy nilly in the middle of estrus season!”
“Oh, don’t get Scootaloo in trouble!” Sweetie protested. “I was the one who snuck ou—snuck out! He shouldn’t have to stay in those stupid... cages.”
“They are not cages. They are protective enclosures,” Rarity said with a sniff. “And if you are so determined to commit your life to becoming a mother, then ‘Scootaloo’ will be getting in far more trouble than a simple colt paddock. How exactly is a little filly like you going to provide for a foal?”
“Well, I—I was gonna ask you, and...” Sweetie mumbled miserably.
“Me?” Rarity shouted at her. “Me? Oh I suppose you expected me to just provide everything for you. I am so very generous after all. Let’s just heap all our responsibilities on Rarity, shall we? It’s not like she doesn’t already have a stupid little filly to take care of who is not even her own!”
“I wasn’t—” Sweetie had to choke back a sob, “I’m not going to have a foal!” she said to Rarity beseechingly. “That’s why! Because it would hurt you so much, and I couldn’t do that to you! I was just saying that if Apple Bloom—”
“This is about you, Sweetie, not Apple Bloom or any other filly,” Rarity admonished. “You know full well what happens when you stand with a colt. You have to take responsibility for your actions!”
“If Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said louder, “Had a foal she might h-have to send it to the... to the orphanage! A-and she might not even have a home anymore! I would never have a foal, because you’re the only pony who could help me with it if I did. I only meant if it was an emergency by accident and I had no other choice, then it would be okay, and we could figure out how to do it. I won’t force you to do that, I just—I really can count on you if it h-happens. Because you’re my sister, and I love my sister so much! And I...
“T-trust my sister,” Sweetie finished, looking down guiltily. Did she? Did she really? Then why wasn’t she?
“Why are you...” Rarity shook her head, wide eyed in absolute consternation. “Why are you acting so selfless about this? This is no accident. You lifted your tail for Scootaloo three, no four times now, with full knowledge of what would happen. Sweetie you are having a foal, and you would do this to me. Because you... you just won’t stop fucking him!!”
Rarity covered her mouth, the tears rolling off her pastern as she did so. Sweetie could only watch helplessly as Rarity squeaked out, “Why are you so... cruel, Sweetie?” And then Rarity was gone, retreating up the stairs as fast as her hooves could carry her.
Sweetie Belle hung her head. Rarity wasn’t supposed to act like this. Sweetie didn’t want to admit it, but it was so obvious. Rarity was genuinely scared that she would have to provide for Sweetie’s foal, and she had every right to be, because by all outward appearances, Sweetie had deliberately impregnated herself, four times now. Rarity didn’t know about the fifth time, or the sixth and seventh with Dinky and Truffle, respectively. But Sweetie had to fuck Truffle, because it was the only way to show them how special Twist could make him feel, without making Twist with foal. Actually there might have been another time or two. Sweetie wasn’t sure if Thunderlane’s brother counted, and Snips was just this... weird thing that happened.
But all that was normal. It was estrus! And Sweetie wasn’t going out of estrus, because of her IUD stopping her eggs. She didn’t even need to do it that much, but she did, because she could. It was such a great way to make Scootaloo, and any colt really, feel just incredible, and Sweetie was one of the select fillies who had the resources and luck to get contraception, so it was almost her responsibility, really. A colt that finished in her wasn’t going to make some other filly sad, or ruin their family with a first estrus pregnancy. Sweetie wasn’t exactly making a business out of it, but when the opportunity came, she just didn’t have the heart to say no. She didn’t think Rarity would... be so very worried.
Sweetie Belle crept up the stairs to Rarity’s room, where her sister was in there, sobbing insensate. Sweetie took a deep breath, and pushed her way in the door. Rarity was on her recliner, levitating a carton of... well, of nothing Rarity didn’t usually levitate cartons full of, when she was this upset. Rarity didn’t greet Sweetie, or even really talk with her, but accused Sweetie disorientedly, around mouthfuls of ice cream. “You’re havin’ all the babies. Don’t even... care! All the colts love youu—oh I wonder why? jus’ raise your tail without... even thinking, such a dirty little slut, and they... all love you and want you to have their... foals and me you don’t care about me I never get so much as a thank you for everything I do-o-o”
“I–I have an IUD!” Sweetie announced somewhere in that, her voice cutting through Rarity’s frightful display. When Rarity just trailed into mumbling, but at least actually looking at Sweetie, Sweetie tried to explain, as best as she could for whatever... this was that her sister was feeling.
“There’s a thing that goes in my w-womb, and it means I can’t be pregnant. I have... I ha-ave estrus. It h-happened to me this year, and I know I’m still little, but it happened! I don’t know how you d-don’t go lifting your tail so much, because it feels so good! You’re just so s-strong, more than me. So I got an IUD. I—I gave up having foals, for you! I just...
“I’m safe,” Sweetie mumbled guiltily. “I should have told you. N-no matter how many times I make a... mistake, it won’t hurt you. I’m the only... s-stupid little filly you have to take care of.”
Rarity took a breath, setting the carton down and looking at Sweetie levelly. “Sweetie, you...” she said evenly. Then she shot up straight on her couch shrieking, “You have a coat hanger?!”
“A... what?” Sweetie said too confused to know if she should feel terrified.
“A murder coil!” Rarity asserted in a panic. “A cruel, twisted piece of metal driven into your womb. Who did this to you, Sweetie. Who told you this was ever a good idea?”
“I–i-i-t’s not a murder coil!” Sweetie squealed, backing up in disarray, “It’s just a contraceptive! It—it really works!”
“Sweetie, it’s murder,” Rarity said rushing to hold Sweetie’s face close to hers. “It kills your foals!” she said, then released Sweetie to pace frantically, “It killed your foal!” she said even more hysterically. “You poisoned your own foal! Oh Sweetie who told you this was safe? How could you even do that to yourself? You didn’t just miscarriage, you didn’t miscarriage at all!”
“I... um... I did though! I-it was just a speck it... Rarity...” Sweetie was crying now, because she had no way to tell her sister the truth. Rarity was just so fiery and outraged that she wasn’t willing to listen, and she already knew so many things that Sweetie Belle had never even heard of! “It doesn’t kill foals!” Sweetie begged and demanded. “It doesn’t! I didn’t even have a foal to kill!”
“Yes you did!” Rarity shot at her feverishly. “That’s what it does! It kills your foals, and tears at your womb from the inside! Oh Sweetie, what have you done to yourself!”
“That’s not true!” Sweetie shrieked indignantly. “That’s all a lie! Who told you that? They’re lying!”
“Your father told me that,” Rarity said. “I suppose you’re accusing your own father of being a liar now, hmm?”
Sweetie just stared at Rarity like a deer in headlights. She... she didn’t know what to say. What do you even say to that?
“...yes?” Sweetie ventured.
They stared at each other in silence.
Rarity just trotted past Sweetie, and suddenly swept Sweetie up in her glimmering magic. Sweetie yelped as she felt her hooves leave the ground, being pulled along summarily by her furious sister. “Rarity, what—” Sweetie managed to belt out before Rarity said curtly and urgently,
“We are going to take care of this, right away.”
“Maybe father didn’t know!” Sweetie said desperately. “Maybe somepony lied to him too!”
“Him and your pastor?” Rarity stated over her shoulder. “I think not! A pony of the cloth like Pastor Tightbottom is blessed by Celestia herself so when he says a truth, Sweetie, It. Is. True.”
“P-p-pastor Tightbottom?” Sweetie asked with a strange new terror in her as Rarity towed her right down the stairs and out the boutique’s front door. “I–I can’t believe he would lie!” she said. “He... he’s so nice. He didn’t tell you that horrible... he didn’t say anything like that, did he really?”
“Just because something is horrible doesn’t mean it’s not true,” Rarity told her sister, somewhat calmer now that things were making sense again, to her at least. “Good ponies must accept these terrible things, and defend the world from them, in the name of Celestia. Our pastor would only ever say what was horribly, horribly true!”
“But I know how they work!” Sweetie protested. “They’re just a Y. Just copper wires wrapped around a teeny little Y. That’s all they do is sit there putting copper in, and it doesn’t hurt real foals at all!”
“Just a teeny little Y,” Rarity said portentiously, “Until it extends its vicious teeth within your womb!”
“It doesn’t have any teeth!” Sweetie wailed. “I don’t knooow why he was lying! I don’t knowwwww,”
“You didn’t know, Sweetie,” Rarity said tensely, heading for the train crossing. “You are entirely innocent in this. I never suspected somepony would try to inflict something so horrible on just a dear, sweet little foal. We are going to take care of this a-and then you are g-going to be perfectly fine, and e-everything will be okay again. Won’t that be nice?”
“Where are we even going?” Sweetie brayed indignantly. Did Rarity really have to carry her through town upside down the whole time?
“The hospital, Sweetie,” Rarity mentioned over her shoulder. “We have to get that thing out of you right away. Before it does any more damage!”
“What?! No!” Sweetie shrieked. “It’s not what you think, Rarity! It saves me from being pregnant!”
“By murdering your foals,” Rarity retorted. “Now stop struggling, and don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”
“It doesn’t murder foals!” Sweetie wailed, “It ca-an’t! There’s no waaay! They just grow a-a-anywaay!”
The commotion was starting to attract a crowd, as commotions are known to do among ponies, and Sweetie took advantage of this by grabbing a curious looking pink pony’s face in her hooves and using it to pull herself right out of Rarity’s magic.
“Sweetie—!” Rarity said, spinning around as her horn field blinked out. “Sweetie Belle,” she said, “For Celestia’s sake, stop crying, and own up for your mistakes for once in your life! We are taking care of this, and we are going to do it right now.” At the punctuated word, Sweetie Belle’s broad tail was snagged in Rarity’s magic, the unicorn filly once more pulled aloft.
“Why should I?” Sweetie spat out angrily, “My place is safe. You are going to take that away from me!”
“Well maybe that will teach you to stop raising your tail so much,” Rarity said resentfully. “Once we remove the murder coil tempting you into sin!”
“Why is it so bad?” Sweetie said in despair. “I don’t wanna be pregnant! I’m going to be pregnant. Rarity, I can’t stop it! You know what it feels like. If you take it out I still have to—to lift my tail, and then be with foal!”
“If you cannot control yourself,” Rarity said with an unimpressed sniff, “Perhaps that is just your destiny.”
“I don’t want that destiny,” Sweetie gasped in shock.
“Then stop having sex!” Rarity shouted at her. “Simple as that!”
“But now I’m safe,” Sweetie pleaded, “And I only have a little sex!”
“You are not supposed to have sex,” Rarity asserted to her face. “You are a little filly. You are to be chaste, and pure.”
“I don’t want to be!”
“This isn’t about what you want,” Rarity said to Sweetie’s dismay. “It’s about what the Princess Celestia wants!”
“She doesn’t want it either!” Sweetie said desperately.
Rarity tossed her mane, with a huff. “Yes she does. It clearly says in her edicts!”
Sweetie scrunched her pasterns over her eyes and then shouted at Rarity, “You haven’t even read them!”
“The pastor has, though,” Rarity countered smoothly, “And he knows how to interpret what they truly mean, and what’s best for you. So stop struggling already!”
Sweetie’s struggles might have broken her free on their own. Or they might have failed, and the doctors would have surrounded her until the unicorn could be found who would teleport the IUD out of her, dooming Sweetie Belle to a life of pregnancy and toil. This outcome, we’ll never know, because in such frantic alarm, Sweetie Belle’s horn managed to find its spark, and Rarity’s field around her shattered in a burst of green, with a yelp from Rarity as she lifted a hoof to her own horn in pain.
“Why are you doing this Sweetie?” Rarity said to her in a voice full of hurt and outrage. “I’m trying to help you! It’s for your own good!”
“No it’s not!” Sweetie said venomously, getting to her hooves and glaring up at Rarity challengingly. “You don’t know!” Sweetie said. “You don’t even care what the truth is, or you’d go to the library, and then you would find out!”
“That library,” Rarity said angrily, “Is clearly not a place where little fillies should be allowed anymore. Surely, it is full of such filthy lies!”
“How do you know?” Sweetie retorted. “How do you know what’s a lie or not, if you won’t even look?”
“I don’t need to look to know, when I was already clearly told the Celestial truth!”
Sweetie just stared at Rarity, breathing hard.
“I’m keeping this in me,” Sweetie said hotly. “It doesn’t hurt me, and it’s good for me. I’m not stopping, and it’s good what I h-have with Scootaloo.”
“This is not up for debate, sister,” Rarity said unflinchingly. Her horn lit up, and Sweetie’s heart leapt in her throat. She was going to feel that frantic need, and she wasn’t going to be safe anymore. She couldn’t go through that again! She—she stared at her sister with hatred. Rarity’s eyes widened in—
“I will never forgive you,” Sweetie Belle said shaking on her hooves, “If you take this out of me.” Then, Sweetie’s face just broke in fear, and she stumbled back, then gallopped away from Rarity as fast as her legs could take her. If Rarity caught Sweetie in her magic, she’d be done for! But Rarity didn’t. Sweetie didn’t even know if Rarity was even trying anymore. Sweetie didn’t look back, she just kept on running.
There is a point in any foal’s life when they begin to see that the grown-up older ponies aren’t as honest and infallible as they seem. But only a few have a moment in their life where their trust is truly shaken, and they fear the judgement of their elders and their community. This was a moment that never happened for Twilight Sparkle. She proceeded towards her reluctant cynicism in fits and spurts, no defining moment destroying her image of other ponies in her eyes. She was, however, a very helpful pony, and a very good friend, and as such, she was to be witness to one such moment.
Twilight was upstairs in her study at the time, when a pony ran into the library. A pony even bothering to visit the library in this town was rare enough, usually looking for some almanac or cookbook, nothing torrid or controversial or actually significant in knowledge. Twilight had thought this place was misshelved when she got here, from the noticeable lack of mentally stimulating reading material, but in fact it’s exactly what ponies here wanted, and what she was forced to give them, as little as she ever cared to do so. Applejack borrowing the almanac meant that she wanted to know where to plant her apples, but her friend shied away from anything else on the science and history of crop cultivation and agriculture in Equestria. It was almost as if her friends were afraid of actually learning something.
At least Rainbow Dash was willing to read Daring Do. As far as regular readers go though, Dash was not a pony you would expect great things from. Her talents were speed and power, and reading for her was a distraction, at best. Twilight was fine with that, but she really wished somepony would come by the library who really loved reading sometimes. Maybe even a nice stallion, with a good lineage and no genetic abnormalities. Twilight had something of a colt problem. Finding ones who weren’t going to run from her the moment she got excited was hard enough, but if they had any genetic predispositions for weakness or illness; a pony like that could be really problematic for a pony like her. Finding stallions who visited the library at all, or even gave Twilight the time of day, that was challenging even in of itself.
She should have gotten laid in college. All the other ponies were doing it. Twilight was just... too busy with her studies. Only after graduation did she learn how important other ponies could be, and how hard it was to find approachable ones of the stallion variety, who weren’t already taken, or had anything in common with her. She thought everypony was just getting their priorities wrong back then, that they were just too childish and impatient to wait for the proper time to do such things. Twilight certainly didn’t consider that every opportunity would evaporate the moment she stepped hoof out of Canterlot. So it was no surprise when the first stallion who walked into her library during estrus, with a genuine unfettered curiosity and a glimmering intelligence in his eyes, who genuinely appreciated her and didn’t judge her for how she lived or who she was, she totally jumped his bones. Even if he was a very young colt.
Still, Twilight had the impression that she really screwed up there somehow. Losing one’s virginity to a foal isn’t exactly the sort of thing you could brag about, that’s for sure. But she felt like maybe she overstepped her boundaries, maybe she was getting too involved in his life. She worried that Scootaloo was going to depend on her too much, and one day he was going to run into Twilight’s library in desperate trouble, with an intractable and imminent problem for her to solve. That Scootaloo was smart, but he was a troublemaker, and it was only a matter of time before he ended up doing something that would really get him in hot water.
The fact that Scootaloo never, not once in his life, ever did something like that, really left a lasting impression on Twilight in respect for the judgement of that particular colt.
He was not the one running into her library today. Somepony certainly was, clattering on the floorboards, and knocking over a chair. Twilight didn’t appreciate her library being abused, but more than that she worried that somepony might have reason to abuse it. Nopony ever tried to do any lasting damage to a library without reason, especially not an old one like this, especially one under Celestial jurisdiction. So that indicates that if somepony appeared to be damaging the library, then there was something wrong, that Twilight needed seriously to address. In short, she concluded that there was a pony downstairs who was in trouble, and she needed to find out why he ran into her library, of all places.
She also wanted to find out just why he felt like he could go and knock chairs over in her library!
So Twilight hurried downstairs. There wasn’t anypony around though. Whoever came here was not knocking about or anything. Her number one assistant Spike came running up from the sub-basement shortly after she came down the stairs. The little purple dragon didn’t need to say anything, because there was nopony around besides him, and Twilight Sparkle, herself just looking around quietly. But once Spike’s footfalls ceased, her ears turned toward a third sound, a quieter sound. One much more alarming than anything she’d ever heard in her library before.
Spike looked at her with dilated eyes in a confused fright, but Twilight lifted a hoof to shush him. Tip-tip-toeing carefully across the library floor, Twilight eased her way around behind the rows of bookshelves, to a little alcove in the tool repair section. The pony she found wasn’t perusing for books on tool repair though. The pony wasn’t perusing for any book at all.
No, Sweetie Belle was just huddled there in a small ball, trying to hide herself in the corner of the bookshelves, and the only thing she was doing was crying, softly but horribly like she was afraid of being heard.
Twilight blinked. She honestly did not know what she had been expecting. “Sweetie Belle?” she asked as gently as possible. And boy did that provoke a reaction.
Sweetie’s head shot up and she shouted, “Twilight!” The little candy colored unicorn filly twisted around and stumbled to her hooves, tears forgotten as she reared up onto the purple librarian’s chest shouting, “Miss Twilight you have to hide me! Rarity is trying to hurt me! She’s chasing me she...” and apparantly Sweetie hadn’t forgotten about her tears after all, because now she could only cry her eyes out into a confused looking Twilight Sparkle’s chest fluff.
Twilight was quickly growing alarmed. Every alarm bell in her little pony mind was going off at the immediacy of the situation. She put a hoof around Sweetie’s soft curls, letting the filly cry, but whispering to her, “Sweetie. Sweetie you have to calm down. Please Sweetie, calm down. I need you to tell me what is going on.”
“Take a deep breath, Sweetie,” Twilight said as the filly struggled to control herself. “Just breath in... breath out. You’re going to be okay. You just need to tell me what happened.”
“R...Rarity d-doesn’t want... want me to h...have an IUD,” Sweetie finally managed to get out. Her breath was evening reluctantly, and she pulled away from Twilight to look up at her with those odd green eyes of hers. “You were... right I s-shouldn’t have t-told her, but...” Sweetie gave a frustrated sob. “She thought I was hurting her,” Sweetie said quickly, “That I was...” The filly was trying to say things quickly, because Sweetie couldn’t say much before her chest shook once again and she ducked her head against Twilight’s chest.
“She thought I was going to get pregnant,” Sweetie mumbled, somewhat more calm than she started out at least. “And just make her r-raise the foal, just like my parents do with...me. She thought every time I was... with Scootaloo that I was...trying to do that, and didn’t c-care about her. So I told her. About the IUD.”
“You told her the truth?” Twilight said in a dazed sort of disbelief. Rarity wasn’t that bad, was she?
“I told her!” Sweetie said in a wounded tone. “She said it was a lie. She said really... mean things.” She got quiet then, staring at the ground.
Twilight’s eyes softened. “Sweetie,” she said in a mollifying tone, “Even if Rarity gets very mad that you have an IUD, and shouts at you, that just means she’s upset. I don’t think she’d actually hurt you.”
“N-no, that’s not it,” Sweetie said with a shudder that Twilight felt in her own bones. The little filly looked up at the purple unicorn and said shakily, “She was t-taking me to the hospital. She just grabbed me and was... taking me, and they were gonna make me take it out.”
Twilight froze.
“I tried to tell her it was okay,” Sweetie continued as lucidly as she could. “But she said it was evil and had t-teeth, and so did Pastor Tightbottom. I don’t know why.
“So I broke free from her magic,” Sweetie concluded, refusing to meet Twilight’s eyes, with the soft filly’s ears going right down. “I–I yelled at her,” Sweetie said guiltily, “I was so mad, and t-then I just ran.
Sweetie did look up at Twilight then in total dismay, “She was going to take it away,” Sweetie said clearly, her words quiet but urgent. “She didn’t care if I would get pr-pregnant because of the estrus, and she just said I was killing foals.”
“And the library was all full of lies!” Sweetie wailed, as her resolve broke again and she barely stuttered out, “a-and I’m n-not allowed here anymore and... and only t-the pastor Tightbottom knows the t-truth, because... he knows what... Celestia wants.”
Sweetie was staring at the ground again, so she couldn’t see Twilight’s expression. It wouldn’t have helped much though, because Twilight’s expression was completely, utterly unreadable.
“Is Rarity following you?” Twilight asked quietly.
“I–I don’t know I just ran,” Sweetie said with a lift of her hoof. “If she caught me again she might t-take me and—”
“It’s okay, Sweetie, you did the right thing,” Twilight told her gently. Then she shouted curtly over her shoulder, “Spike!”
The little purple dragon, about Sweetie’s height once he stood on two legs, came running up from where he’d been peering around the bookcase at them nervously.
“Yes, Twilight!” he said pattering up to the unicorns, and standing at attention.
“I need you to take Sweetie Belle to the rare books room,” Twilight said to her assistant. “She needs to stay in there, and you need to make sure nopony goes in until I say.”
“Okay, Twilight,” he said proudly, with a more concerned look at the ragged looking unicorn filly. “Are you sure she’s going to be okay?”
“The law is very clear on this,” Twilight said, mostly for Sweetie Belle’s sake. “Rarity has no right to do anything like that, and she won’t succeed if she can’t do it before anypony notices. She’s completely—”
Twilight rubbed under her horn with a hoof. “...she does things she knows are wrong, because she thinks it’ll still do good, if she can just get away with it,” she told Sweetie unhappily. “So she can’t see that she’s hurting you, because she thinks something bad’s going to happen when she doesn’t. But not even she can make something that isn’t true, true. Not even your parents, or your pastor have any right to do anything like that to you, Sweetie Belle.”
Twilight omitted how the law was carefully worded to appease the opposition, that were a filly hustled to the hospital against her will, it would mean no more than a slap on the pastern for anypony involved. But it did, technically, make this sort of thing absolutely forbidden. Whether forcing it into her, or out of her, it still constituted an unwilling intermorphic teleportation, which brought back images of terrible events in the past, all the way back to the crystal eyes mining corporation, where the precedent was set.
No, the only further clarification Twilight made was to say, “Sweetie, go with Spike. You’ll be okay.” Sweetie simply nodded, and soon the sound of her hooves along with the softer but quicker padding of Spike’s feet faded as they headed for the stairs in the back of the library. Twilight herself took a deep breath, then... she levitated a book that had fallen, setting it back on the shelf next to 101 Fizzwidgets and Doohickeys, where it belonged.
Then she trotted out to the central lobby at the library’s entrance and waited there, for whatever was going to come through her door.
Nothing would have been preferred.
Rarity’s tail swished anxiously as she walked calmly into the library, looking around at the living wooden decor above her.
“Oh hello, Twilight,” she said, her eyes lighting on her good friend, walking up to Twilight who was just... standing there in the middle of the floor for some reason.
“Hello, Rarity,” Twilight said evenly, neither smiling nor frowning. This was definitely not a good sign. Rarity knew her friend well, and if there’s one thing that was fussier than an angry Twilight, it was one who carried herself with a calculatedly neutral air.
“Excuse me, Twilight,” Rarity said, “But there’s something I need your help with.” She found herself nervously fiddling at a curl of her own hair, a somewhat dissarayed coiffure that she would assert was a total disaster until she had a moment to spruce up. Such moments were in short supply though, and with such an urgent matter, Rarity simply had to find out if her moody little friend here had seen her.
“Terribly sorry to bother you really,” Rarity said in a friendly air, “You haven’t perchance seen Sweetie Belle around here, have you?”
Twilight decked Rarity in the face.