Title:           The Anon Who Fell For Sweetie Belle (Hu/EqG)
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>"HI Nonny! I have a message for you from Rarity!"
>Pinkie sticks out her chest, puts on a spiteful face and adopts a familiar yet certainly made-up accent
>"I've had it up to here with Sweetie Belle spending her evenings at the arcade, playing... "video games". When I said she needed a male role model, well, Anon isn't what I had in mind. He's so carefree. And lazy. And boyish, and reckless. Not to mention he thinks he's SO good with kids. I can make Sweetie laugh."
>Pinkie crosses her arms and huffs
>"I could make her laugh until she cried. I'm just busy. There's no time in my schedule for telling childish jokes to my sister."
>She huffs even louder
>"And what is WITH his hair? Frankly, it's embarrassing. Spending time with someone of his... standards... is undoubtedly bad for Sweetie."
>...
>"Anyway, he's waiting to pick her up at her piano lessons. Be a dear and relay this to him?"
>Pinkie spins around and walks five feet before tensing up
>"Oh, but take out all those mean things I said. We wouldn't want to hurt his feelings."
>Pinkie nods her head and beams in satisfaction with her accurate retelling
>Then her eyes bulge
 
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>You observe Pinkie for a while, hoping for some sign of life.
>No dice on that, though.
>Regardless of how many times you wave your hand in front of her face, she does not respond.
>The sound of an opening door distracts you as a flood of young girls file out of the building next door.
>It's not long before one of them finds their way to you and glomps into you.
>"Anon, am I glad to see you!"
>You reciprocate and lift up your soon-to-be passenger.
"It's good to see you too, Sweetie Belle."
>Both of you laugh happily until Sweetie Belle catches sight of the living statue behind you.
>"Is that Pinkie Pie?"
"Uh, yeah."
>"Is she okay?"
>Truthfully, you're not certain that Pinkie would ever be able to be described as okay.
"I think she just thought a little too hard. She'll be alright once she gets home. Should probably not leave her out here, though."
>Putting down your young companion, you open up the door and load Pinkie into the backseat.
>"Hey, Anon?"
"Yes, Sweetie?"
>"Where am I going to sit now?"
>Oh shit, you didn't really think about that.
>There's no real other place to put Pinkie, however.
"Well, I guess you'll have to sit in the front seat today."
>Her eyes go wide at your revelation.
>"You mean it?"
"Sure, why not."
>Before you know it, she's already buckled up and fidgeting in her seat with glee.
>Girl really doesn't get much fun without you.
>Joining her in the car, you strap in and start up your Aztec.
>After pulling out of your parking spot, your mind drifts to the words Pinkie Pie had put into your mind.
>Rarity's always been a bit of a fussy character, but does she really think so little of you?
>You'll admit you're not the greatest role model in the world, but everyone has their faults.
>The car comes to a stop as you hit a traffic jam.
>There's a large amount of jam on the road, and a few crunched cars ahead of you.
>Looks like you'll be here for a bit.
 
>"Oh no, are we stuck?"
"Looks like it, little buddy."
>"If we stay here, we're not going to make it to the arcade in time to clear House of the Dead."
>Aw, crap.
>Here come the waterworks.
>She really does only get the time she's with you to actually get out from her rigid schedule.
>Stealing a quick glance in your rearview, you see that no one has yet gotten behind you.
>Taking a deep breath, you slowly perform an illegal u-turn and decide to head off from your usual route.
>You'll make it to the arcade now with plenty of time to spare.
>Sweetie Belle tugs on your shirt to catch your attention.
>"Hey, Anon?"
"Yes, Sweetie?"
>"Wasn't that...illegal?"
"...Kinda. Please don't tell your sister that I did that, though."
>She laughs as she zips her lips and smiles at you.
>It's cute and worrying at the same time.
>Part of you is actually starting to think that maybe Rarity isn't completely in the wrong.
>"Anon, what's wrong?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
>"Is it because you're concerned about what you did?"
"No, it's not that. I'm just thinking about stuff, Sweetie."
>"What stuff?"
>You take your eyes off the road for a split second and notice she's looking a bit down.
>Giving a sigh, you work up the courage to ask her the question that's burning at the back of your mind.
"Sweetie, do you think I'm a...bad influence?"
>Even though you're not looking at her, you can feel the negative vibes coming off of her something fierce.
>"...Did Rarity tell you that?"
"No. Well, not directly. Pinkie did."
>"Well, it's not true. You're the only person who lets me have any fun. If anything, Rarity's the one who's bad for me."
>Tapping your fingers on the wheel, you try to find the best words to get the real brunt of Rarity's message off of your chest.
"There's a bit more to it than just that, Sweetie. Rarity thinks that I probably shouldn't be spending as much time with you."
>"WHAT!"
>Her voice cracks as she squeaks out a fairly ear-shattering disapproval.
 
>"B-but that's not fair! Rarity always does this! Anytime I find someone who actually lets me do something I want to do, she takes them away from me!"
>Dammit, you knew she wasn't going to take this well.
>The sniffling is a dead giveaway at how she feels right now.
"Sweetie, I know you don't like the idea of not being able to hang out with me anymore, but that's just the way its going to have to be, kiddo."
>"I don't want it to be like that! Applebloom and Scootaloo are cool and all, but neither of them will take me to the movies or make me laugh like you do! Why does it have to be like this?"
>Both of you don't like the reality of the situation.
>It's very likely that after today, you're not going to see her for a while.
>The thought process in your head is cut off by someone running a red and nearly taking your fender off.
>You catch the license plate and recognize it as Flash's.
>Dude's not bad, but he can't drive worth a damn.
>Probably in a rush to get more beer for his dumb forest party.
>An idea gets into your head at the revelation.
"Sweetie, I know it's not an easy thing to digest. However, we've still got a while to go before we actually need to head back."
>Without a bit of hesitation, you turn right and head straight down the avenue.
>"This isn't the way to the arcade. Where are we going?"
"To Flash's party."
>"Huh?"
"I figure since Rarity thinks I'm already a bad influence and corrupting you, this will only be a drop in the bucket."
>"You mean it?!"
>The adorable munchkin beside you can't contain her excitement as she lets out a little scream.
>"I can't believe it, I'm going to a real high school party!"
>Her mouth shoots off at a mile a minute at what she's going to do at the party.
>Some part of you recognizes that this is likely a bad idea and the worst decision you've ever made, but you'll be damned before you let Sweetie Belle wallow in sadness.
>To hell with ethical implications, it's party time.
 
>About an hour passes before you make it to your destination.
>The car has barely come to a full stop as Sweetie hops out of the car and takes in the sight before her.
>Following suit, you take notice of how populous the party has become.
>At least there's no shortage of people for you to meet up with.
>"Anon, come on! Let's go have fun!"
>Sweetie takes you by the arm and leads you into the thick of it.
>The party is definitely a lot more organized than you were lead to believe initially.
>There's multiple food booths, a live performance, and pin the tail on the donkey.
>How the hell did Flash pull this together?
>"Anon, what should we do first?"
>A familiar sound comes from your gut as your nose catches wind of churros.
"We gotta fuel up for our adventure, right?"
>Sweetie nods in agreement as you head over to the churro booth.
>The line is surprisingly short as the two of you snag a pack of churros in no time.
>Munching away at the sweets, you and Sweetie laugh as the sugar and cinnamon cover you enough to turn you both into churros.
>It may be the last time you see that smile, but that doesn't mean you aren't going to enjoy every last second you have with it.
>"Oh, Anon, let's go watch the band!"
>With the two of you still mid-snacking on your last churro, Sweetie leads you to the stage.
>Girl's high on sugar and life, least you can do is let her get it out of her system.
 
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djV11Xbc914
>It looks like everyone's digging the music so far.
>You gotta admit, you've always had a soft spot for new wave.
>A few of the people in the crowd have already begun to dance to the music.
>The rhythm flows through you as you begin to tap your foot in time with the beat.
>Sweetie's begun to feel it as well.
>She gives you a pleading look as she starts to sway.
"Sweetie, no, you know I can't dance."
>Her puppy-dog eyes grow ever larger.
>You swear she knows how to play you like a damn kazoo.
>Ceding to her whims, you groan before you begin to move alongside her.
>Pretty soon, the both of you are into the swing of things.
>Seeing the two of you gives more of the crowd the confidence to dance as well.
>The whole area turns into a dance floor , with you and Sweetie caught in the middle.
>Eventually your inability to dance catches up with you, causing you to fall and take your partner with you.
>Upon seeing the mess the two of you are, you both laugh and pick yourselves up.
>"That was fun, Anon."
"Yeah, it was. Still can't dance to save my life, though."
>The two of you laugh at your shortcomings in the dancing department.
>"I'm a little thirsty, Anon."
"I think there's a punch booth three booths down from the churros. Now's as good a time as any to get something."
>Parched from your moving and shaking, you sojourn to acquire refreshments.
>Oddly enough the punch is deserted.
>A look at the sign tells you why.
"Watermelon punch. Disgusting."
>"What's wrong with it?"
>Before you can explain the many things wrong with the crime against beverages, Sweetie Belle has already helped herself to a cup.
>"I don't get it. Tastes fine to me."
>You shake your head in shame.
>Poor girl is too young to know any better.
>Really wish you had something to wet your whistle, though.
>The shirt tugging has come back with a vengeance.
>Sweetie Belle drags you off further behind the treeline, leading you far away from the actual party.
 
"What's going on here, Sweetie?"
>After you hear the sounds of the party completely disappear, Sweetie lets go of your sleeve and plops down next to a large oak.
>Taking a seat beside her, you look off into the distance at the untamed wild before you.
>"...Anon, this was really fun, and I appreciate that you'd do this for me. But I know that this is only so I'm not so upset when you...leave."
>There's not a single thing you can say that will disprove her statement.
>It's all true.
"Can't get anything past you, can I? Yeah, that's pretty much why we're here. I know you don't get as much out of life as you probably should, what with Rarity bearing down on you all the time."
>"I don't, and it sucks. Rarity gets to go out all the time and chum around with all the boys and I can't do anything! There's no justice in it, I tell ya."
"I know it's not really fair, but Rarity does want what's best for you, in her own way. Just doesn't include me is all."
>Sweetie frowns as she fiddles around with her punch.
>"I don't want to stop having days like this."
"It's just not up to me, Sweetie."
>Both of you sit in silence until you see the woods begin to light up with the presence of fireflies.
>Sweetie Belle smiles as they gather around you both, losing sight of her sadness in the splendor of the night.
>
>It's been a good while the two of you have sat out here.
>Fireflies abound, lighting up the woods bright enough to dispel any darkness.
>Rarity's probably pissed as hell right now.
>Fuck it, you only care about Sweetie Belle's last good day right now.
>Suddenly, you see Fluttershy and a few other girls meandering through the woods stark naked.
>After observing the acid-fueled girls, you decide it's at least time to bail from the woods.
"Sweetie, let's head back to the main area."
>Standing, you realize just how tiff you were from sitting down that long.
>Your ward doesn't take as gracefully to her feet.
>Concerned, you help her up.
"Sweetie, is something wrong?"
 
>Sweetie Belle groans a little as she begins to right yourself.
>"Anon, something doesn't feel too good."
>A smell tickles your nose when Sweetie Belle speaks.
>You take hold of the cup and taste it.
>Aside from the horrible taste of watermelon punch, you recognize something else.
>Stoicism takes hold of your face as you realize just what was in that punch.
>Rarity may have actually been right about you being a bad influence now, because you just let Sweetie drink almost an entire cup of spiked punch.
>"Anon, it's hard to stand."
"It's alright, buddy. Just take my hand."
>Taking her small hand in your own, you begin to lead her the long way around the party.
>Last thing you need right now is for anyone to see you walking out of the woods with a drunken 13 year-old.
>Boy, this really went from zero to fucked fast.
>Glancing at your pal, you can see that aside from her inebriation, nothing else is wrong with her.
>She starts to slow down, however.
>Her face is red as a beet for some reason.
>"A-Anon, I..."
>Sweetie starts trying to pull her shirt down, covering her shame.
>Oh hell.
>You press onward with Sweetie and hit your parking spot.
>Loading her into the passenger seat, you buckle her in tightly and pray that you don't get stopped by the cops today.
>As you begin to drive off, your heart and your mind begin to race.
>Not only have you kept Sweetie way past her curfew, but you have also managed to get her hammered and covered in her own urine.
>The goofing is real tonight.
>When Rarity sees what you've done to her sister you won't have to worry about going to jail for the multiple laws you've violated today, because in all likeliness she's going to strangle you with a cardigan while turning you into a pincushion.
>You've already run about 7 red lights, way past the speed limit.
>Thankfully, the police in this town are as sparse and inept as usual and your shenanigans don't result in you getting caught.
 
>Sweetie just quietly sits next to you as she stews in her embarrassment.
>Your chest tightens as you feel Sweetie's pain.
>After running a couple more red lights, and using Twist as a speed bump, you arrive at Rarity's house.
>Strangest thing is Rarity doesn't have her car in the driveway, and the lights in the house aren't on.
>Carrying Sweetie from the car, you hear none of the telltale signs of habitation in the house.
>Retrieving the hidden key from the hidden compartment in the front door, you open it and flick on the lights.
>Much to your surprise, Rarity really isn't here.
>Guilt's crushing weight has been lifted from your heart as you don't have to necessarily let Rarity see her sister like this now.
>First priority is to get her cleaned up.
>Sweetie Belle seems to be coming around a bit more.
"Hey, Sweetie, we're gonna need to get you cleaned up."
>She meekly nods as you herd her into the bathroom.
>You shut the door after depositing her into the bathroom.
>With any luck, you can get her cleaned up befo-
>Knocking interrupts your thought process as you her Sweetie's voice coming through the door.
>"Anon, I need help."
>Oh no.
>Swallowing down your misgivings, you head into the bathroom.
>Sweetie's clothes are just stuck halfway on her.
>Guess she's still too out of it to be trusted to do things on her own.
>"Anon, please help me get these off, it's cold and damp."
>In any other situation, you would be pleased to help a girl remove her clothes.
>But not right now.
 
>Resisting the urge to scream right now, you gently peel off Sweetie's clothing.
>Her shirt comes off easily enough and she luckily isn't wearing a bra.
>Wait, that came out wrong.
>Bah, nevermind that, you still have to get her cleaned up.
>Moving onto her lower half, you unzip her shorts and remove them as carefully as you can, avoiding being anywhere but her outer thighs.
>With that out of your way all that's left is her...unmentionables.
>Closing your eyes, you make a swift motion and take them off with ease.
>After that, you turn on the shower and set it to lukewarm.
>Mission accomplished, you turn around to avoid seeing anything more than you needed to.
"Alright, I'll be outside if you need anything else."
>The door slams shut behind you, as you walk over to the couch and slump down onto it.
>At least if Rarity comes home now, you know you're not going to get yelled at.
>Still, this went way further than you expected it to.
>Maybe you really are bad for Sweetie Belle.
>...Hold on a moment, the only reason this all happened was because of Rarity.
>She kickstarted this whole situation in the first place.
>Yeah, that's it.
>Just gotta blame Rarity.
>The shower stops running and you hear Sweetie Belle stepping out of the shower.
>No clattering or thumps gives you relief in the knowledge that she hasn't fallen down yet.
>Sweetie Belle comes out of the shower shortly after, wrapped in her towel.
>You may just get away with this yet.
 
>Shooting up from the couch, you head into the kitchen and open the cupboards.
>Taking out two glasses, you turn on the faucet and fill them.
>Glasses full, you grab a few slices of bread and set them on a plate.
>Materials in hand, you head back into the living room.
"Sweetie Belle, drink this water and eat this bread. It's not going to immediately sober you up, but you're not going to wake up hungover with this."
>Sweetie takes it into her arms as you pass it off.
>Paranoid, you peer out the window and scan for signs of Rarity.
>Still nothing.
>It's not like her to take this long.
>You hope she's alright.
>The clinking of the dishes in the sink catches your attention.
>Turning around, you see Sweetie Belle coming out of the kitchen.
>Well, that's taken care of.
>You walk over to Sweetie and take her by the hand, leading her to her room.
>No way you're letting her go up stairs alone.
>Things go well until her towel falls off midway.
>Forget it, you'll pick it up when you come back down.
>Kicking the door open, you shuffle the little drunkard onto her bed and exit the room quietly.
>You briskly jaunt down the stairs in an effort to put everything the way it should be.
>It takes some doing, but you get the house close enough to pristine.
>Without a moment to spare, as you hear the jingling of keys at the front door.
>Hopping onto the couch, you sit patiently as you watch Rarity open the door.
>She walks in slowly, and then you notice she's covered in dried jam and clutching a roll of cloth.
>Her gaze meets yours as she closes the door behind her.
>"Anonymous? Why are you in here?"
 
>As you're about to explain how everything is Rarity's fault, the phone rings next to her.
>Rarity grabs hold of the vibrating menace and turns away from you.
>"Hello, this is Rarity. To whom am I speaking?
Come again? When? What do you mean you haven't seen them in hours?"
>Drama queen groans as she tosses the cloth to the wayside and moves her hair back into its usual position.
>"Alright, I'll be there soon. Ciao, darling."
>She sets down the phone and rights herself.
"Hey, Rarara, what's going on?"
>"I've told you not to call me that, numerous times. If you must know, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie have both gone missing. The girls are organizing a search party, and I need to go help find them."
"What about Sweetie Belle?"
>The look of annoyance turns to one of defeat as she realizes the exact predicament she is in.
>"In my...excitement today, I had forgotten that Sweetie Belle was here. Oh, goodness, now I have to find someone to look after Sweetie Belle."
"I'll do it."
>Coldly, she stares at you, nonplussed.
>"Anonymous, this is no time for jokes."
"Not a joke. I'm already here, so why not? It's not like you were here watching her for the hours you were flat out gone."
>Those words strike a chord and you see her taken aback by your criticism.
>"I was held up in business."
"Is that why you're covered in jam?"
>"That's an entirely different story."
"So, why a-"
>"Nevermind that, I don't have the time to be regaling you with stories."
"She's already eaten, taken a shower and is likely asleep by now. I've already been here for a few hours, so watching her until you get back's no problem."
>Keeping this straight face is killing you, but you only need a few more seconds to bullshit your way out of this.
 
>"Anonymous, I'm not certain about this."
"Rare, I know you think I'm a bit of a screw-up and I will admit I have my faults, but I'm not going to let Sweetie Belle be all alone here, and you need to go find Fluttershy."
>"Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie."
"Pinkie Pie's fine. She's in the back of my car. I was planning on taking her home after you came back, but you never did."
>"Why is she-"
"Pinkie Pie. That's why."
>You've disarmed her by now.
>Time to bring it home.
"You don't need to worry, just go find Fluttershy."
>Stunned, she slowly walks out the door again.
>Before she's out of earshot, you cup your hands and prepare to shout.
"Check the woods!"
>"What? Why?"
"Don't worry about it!"
>Unsure of how to respond, she gets into her apparently dinged up car and drives off.
>You close the door and walk back to the couch.
>Exhaustion forces you to collapse onto the couch.
>Today was a very stressful day.
 
>Seven hours later, you come to.
>You're still in Rarity's house and not in jail.
>Everything went better than you expected.
>Bit worrying that you're still here and haven't been kicked out by Rarity yet.
>Hunger sets in and drives you to seek out food.
>Generous soul that she is, Rarity won't mind if you help yourself to a bowl of cereal.
>Taking stock of the inventory in the cereal cupboard, you see bran flakes.
>Bran flakes and nothing else.
>Never before have you understood how horrible this house is for a child.
>If you put in enough sugar, maybe you won't notice.
>Going through the motions, you set yourself up with a substantial bowl of bran flakes.
>Taking a bite, you realize just how futile your sweetening endeavor is.
>Not wanting to waste the food, you soldier on through the horror of the bran flakes.
>Nothing about this was a good decision.
>"Rarity, are you trying to pretend to like that cereal again?"
>It seems Sweetie Belle is finally up.
>She walks into the kitchen and-
>Oh dear Neptune, she's naked.
>"Anon! What are you doing here?!"
>Having enough of the view, you put your face into the bran flakes.
>Beats eating them.
"Sweetie Belle, why are you still naked?"
>"I always walk around like this when it's just me and Rarity."
>That's pretty hot.
>Dammit, boner, not now.
>Come on, admit it.
>Ignoring your erection, you clear your throat and steel your resolve.
"Sweetie Belle, please put on some clothes?"
>"Where's Rarity?"
"You're not making this easy for me."
 
>"Does she know about the party?"
"No."
>"Did she...say anything about you?"
"No, Sweetie."
>"Are you going to just stay there until you drown?"
"That's entirely dependent on you."
>"Anon, this is silly. You don't need to cover your eyes. You kind of already saw everything, didn't you?"
>Submerged as they are, your eyebrows displace the contents of the bowl as your eyes widen.
"Sweetie, how much of last night do you remember?"
>"Um, I'd say most of it."
"I don't think I need to tell you that telling anyone about that's going to land both of us in hot water."
>"Anon, are you mad at me?"
"Why would you think that?"
>"Because you could've gotten in big trouble all because of me."
>Aw geez.
"Sweetie, nothing that happened yesterday was your fault."
>"Really?"
"Yes. It was Rarity's fault."
>"Rarity's fault?"
"Don't question it, just roll with it, Sweetie."
>Even though you can't see her, her feet patter on the tile until she's standing next to you.
>"Anon, look at me."
"I'm fine with the cereal."
>"Anon, please."
>Against your better judgement you look up from your bowl and at Sweetie Belle.
>Trying her best to acquiesce to your request, she has put her arms in such a position to cover herself slightly.
>This is only marginally better.
>"Anon, I know that things didn't go exactly like you wanted, but I'm still glad that I got to go. Thank you."
>Arms wrap around you in a friendly embrace.
>Reflexively, you reciprocate her gesture.
>Unfortunately, due to height difference, your gaze drifts downward and you catch sight of her ass.
>Even as young as she is, she's still had some fair development.
>The event takes you off of your usual guard and your loins stir.
>Damn you, bovine growth hormone!
>Sweetie Belle gasps in surprise as she feels your bulge begin to protrude.
>She backs off slightly and observes the object in question.
>Her porcelain skin turns redder than an apple as she realize what she has caused.
 
>"A-Anon?"
>Sweetie Belle looks at you, not sure of how to proceed.
>Bro, you know what you need to do.
>Denim is no match for your dong, as it begins to expand rapidly.
>Boner, no!
>Boner, yes!
>Your manhood has taken on a mind all its own, no longer constrained by your will.
>Jail may still be in your future.
>As you prepare for a tactical retreat, Sweetie Belle takes the initiative and places her lithe hand right on your crotch.
>Shock of this magnitude would have felled a lesser man.
"Sweetie Belle."
>Her eyes wander back towards your erection.
"What are you doing."
>Fingers tighten around your zipper.
>"Sweetie!"
>Teeth coming undone, you know that it is not long before you have completely turned the corner.
>"Stop!"
>It has been too late, the deed is done.
>After 10000 hours, your dick has been freed by a maiden once more.
>Any remaining innocence Sweetie Belle held is now gone.
>Mesmerized by your true form, she stands motionless.
>Mere centimeters separate you from her body.
>Abruptly, the sounds of a car pulling into the driveway knock the both of you out of your standoff.
>Never before have you seen how fast Sweetie Belle can actually run.
>As the door opens, you realize your predicament as the wind brushes against your exposed self.
 
>There's no way that you're fitting back into your pants anytime soon.
>Unwilling to be caught with your pants down, you scurry to the sink and dump the bran flakes down the garbage disposal.
>If you pretend to be cleaning dishes, you'll buy yourself enough time.
>"Rarity, I'm so sorry."
>"For the last time, Fluttershy, it's alright."
>Fluttershy's here?
>Why is Flutter shy here?
>"But you still seem so upset about the...Anon?"
"Oh, hello ladies. Don''t mind me, I'm just doing the dishes."
>Given that they're not screaming means you're thankfully obscured from their view.
>"Anonymous, why are you doing dishes?"
"Well I can't leave the dishes dirty. Proper sanitation is important to the well-being of a household."
>Rarity actually buys your baloney.
>Sweet.
"So, how was the search?"
>Sourness claims Rarity's visage, obviously perturbed by the thought of last night.
>"As you can see, we found Fluttershy. However, it was not until after she had apparently co-founded a pagan fertility cult while under the influence of illicit substances."
>"I didn't mean to-"
>Fluttershy's lips are silenced by Rarity's finger as she continues her rant.
>"After trying to get her to come back to her senses, she ordered her other cultists to apprehend us and intended to sacrifice Applejack to her heathen forest gods."
>Fluttershy once again tries to interject, but Rarity maintains her forced silence.
>"Through a series of sordid and unmentionable acts, we eventually escaped and brought her back home. Applejack however ended up pregnant with a pear tree and she's not taking it well."
>Well, you can safely say that you're no longer in any danger of them seeing your johnson.
"That's...something."
>"Yes, it was."
>Rarity turns her attention away from you, towards Fluttershy.
>"Darling, if you would be so kind as to please go home, Anonymous and I have something important to discuss."
>"Oh, alright. Bye, Anon."
>"And stay away from Applejack for at least another two weeks."
 
>The both of you watch as she scuttles her way out of the house, staring at the ground.
>"Now that we're alone, there is something I would like to discuss with you, Anonymous. Let us adjourn to my study."
>As she walks, you zip yourself as silently as possible.
>Two situations handled, one to go.
>Following behind Rarity, you observe the house as you walk down the corridor.
>Most of it looks untouched.
>Guess those rumors about Rarity's parents not being around much are true.
>When you reach the door, she ushers you into a seat and sits across from you in a disturbing throne made of mannequin limbs.
>All this fashion is likely warping her mind.
>"Anonymous, you've likely already guessed why you are here. Therefore I shall skip the pleasantries and get to the heart of the matter."
>Here it comes.
>There was a point when this had to occur, and you know now that it really is going to happen.
>"Anonymous, I believe that you well and truly are not a good influence on Sweetie Belle. Your crassness, your manner of dress, and your predilection for junkfood are all things that I believe that Sweetie Belle would be better off without."
"Rarity, I-"
>"Please don't interrupt a lady until she has concluded her thought. As I was saying, no self-respecting elder sibling would allow such a delinquent around."
>Her words pierce through your heart.
>Even though you knew it was going to happen, that didn't make this any easier.
>"Which is why it pains me to say...that I was wrong."
>Hold on.
>Did you hear her correctly?"
"What was that, Rarity?"
>"I was wrong, Anonymous. Dead wrong. Yesterday showed me that you're not some run of the mill brigand, but a gentleman in tarnished cloth. While Applejack's purity was stolen from her in front of my eyes, and I believed that it was the end for us all, I realized just how terribly I had neglected the loving that Sweetie Belle truly needed, just like our well-meaning parents, bless their hearts."
 
>Rarity ascends from her throne of madness, and takes your hands into hers.
>"Yesterday showed me that you truly cared about Sweetie Belle's well-being as much as I did. If you were as bad as I had believed you to be, you would have left her by her lonesome in a house without someone to make sure she was safe. I must admit, I'm a tad envious that she's found herself such a caring individual to look out for her. I wish that I had that same opportunity as a child."
"Rarity, you're like three years older than her."
>"The onset of pubescence is a very important developmental time in a girl's life. Seeing her so happy, and knowing she's got someone virtuous aside from myself to depend on takes the weight off of my shoulders."
"So you mean that you're not going to kick me out of Sweetie Belle's life?"
>"Yes, Anonymous."
"Rarity, I'm sorry."
>"For what, darling?"
>Out of sheer joy, you jump from your seat and hug Rarity like a smiling tard.
>You see where Sweetie Belle's blush comes from as she awkwardly chuckles at your emotional outburst.
>"Please, Anonymous, you're getting me all flustered~"
>Setting her down, you try to center yourself emotionally once again.
"Sorry, it was just a lot to handle at once. I can't wait to tell Sweetie Belle!"
>Not stopping to look back at Rarity, you make for the living room.
>Cupping your hands, you shout as happily as you can.
"Sweetie Belle, Rarity says it's still cool to hang out with you."
>The clamor inside her room tells you that she's flabbergasted by the news.
>Sweetie Belle comes out of her room with a mile-wide smile.
>"Really?! I can still hang out with you?!"
>You nod affirmatively, and she rushes downstairs to give you a hug.
>"Let's go get milkshakes to celebrate!"
>Typical Sweetie Belle, always in the mood for sweets.
>But a milkshake does sound good right now.
>She sticks to you like glue as you head out for a fun morning.
>Something's still bothering you in the back of your mind, but that can wait for now.
 
>Dry pop music fills your ears as you and Sweetie Belle work your way through your shakes.
>Food courts are usually highly populated, but this early in the morning the only ones around are the occasional janitor and Stu, the resident mall pigeon.
>Blissfully wrapped up in her own world, Sweetie Belle sips on her vanilla bean milkshake.
>Can't understand why someone would choose vanilla over butterscotch, but to each their own.
>This is good, though.
>Just you and Sweetie Belle together again.
>How it used to be before yesterday.
>Like nothing ever happened.
>...
>You can't keep pretending everything's the same as it used to be.
>Deep down, you know that what happened yesterday isn't just going to go away if you just ignore it.
>Sweetie Belle hasn't brought any of it up either, but you know she's trying to mask it with her usual cheery disposition.
>Knowing her for as long as you have, both of you have a good sense on how the other thinks.
>You've got to get it off of your chest, regardless of how badly you want to sweep it under the rug.
"Sweetie Belle."
>Her eyes move from the milkshake to you after hearing her name.
>"Yes, Anon?"
"I wanted to talk to you about..."
>"...about what?"
>Huh.
>When did your throat dry out?
>Boy, that's the weirdest thing.
"About...about..."
>Subconsciously, you go back to your milkshake to wet your whistle.
>Why is your mouth so dry.
>All you want to do it talk to Sweetie Belle.
>"Anon?"
>Unable to parse out the true message you want to convey, your backup phrase falls out of your mouth like spaghetti from a pocket.
"The arcade. We should go to the arcade and play a few rounds like always."
>"Sounds fun, Anon!"
>Please, just tell her.
>Come on mouth, you can do it.
>"Let's finish up our milkshakes in the car, Anon."
>Autopilot engages as you walk alongside Sweetie Belle to the parking lot.
>Words are exchanged, but it's not really you talking.
>The two of you enter the car, and drive off.
 
>Behind you, the mall slips further and further out of sight.
>Not a single word that you want to say comes out yet.
>You know it's not that hard to actually talk.
>Just say it.
"When's your piano recital, Sweetie?"
>"A couple weeks from now."
>Try harder, damn you.
>Don't pussyfoot around it.
"Maybe you could bug Rarity to make you a new dress for the occasion."
>"Ha, very funny, you know she'd make me one before I could even ask her."
>Goddammit, you need to just say it.
>It's nine words, that's it.
>The exit is coming up
>What's it going to be?
>Your arms shake on the steering wheel.
>Take that turn, and you'll never own up to your actions.
>Sweetie Belle once again chatters about nothing in particular, as the exit gets ever closer.
>Your arms move to make the turn and-
>"OHMYGODNONNYIMSORRYISAIDTHATPLEASEFORGIVEMEANDDONTTELLRARITYTHATIGOOFED!"
>Holy shit, you forgot that Pinkie Pie was even in the back of the Aztec.
>Both you and Sweetie scream in surprise.
>Shock locks your arms straight and you miss the turn.
"Holy shit, Pinkie, don't just yell in the car!"
>Frantic apologies are thrown into your ear from the backseat as Pinkie Pie cries up a storm behind you.
>Sweetie Belle is hyperventilating from the outburst still.
>And you didn't take the turn.
>Taking this road straight just leads out of town.
>You could make a highly illegal u-turn again and puss out.
>But you don't.
>You're done being a fucking coward.
>Pinkie Pie is consoling Sweetie Belle, neither of them observing where you're going.
>After twenty minutes, you're at the edge of the city limits, and you drive off towards the hill near you.
>Having finally calmed themselves down, the two girls in your entourage question where they are.
>The only response that they get is your silence.
>You gently stop at the edge of the dirt and turn off the car.
>"Anon, why are we here? We could have gotten back to town two stops ago."
"I have to do something, Pinkie Pie."
 
>Stepping out of the car, you motion for Sweetie Belle to come out of the car.
>She steps out as well, and stand next to you.
>Pinkie Pie stares at the both of you, childlocked into the backseat.
>Stepping away from the car, you and Sweetie near the cliff.
>Courage like this isn't going to be wasted.
>This time you will get past your fear.
>Stopping before you reach the actual cliff, you sit down and rest on your hands.
>Sweetie Belle sits on her knees as she looks warily at you.
>"...why are we here, anon?"
>Her voice is barely a whisper.
>It hurts to even hear her like that.
"Sweetie Belle, we need to talk about your actions."
>Understanding where this conversation is going, she looks down to the ground.
>"What actions?"
"Earlier today. In the kitchen."
>The cracking voice from yesterday comes back in full force.
>"I didn't mean to walk in naked!"
"Wasn't talking about that Sweetie Belle."
>"...I...I was just curious about what one looked like."
"They teach sex ed in the seventh grade here, Sweetie. I know you already know what they look like."
>Embarrassed as an under-dressed party-goer at a black tie formal, she hides behind her two-toned hair.
"Sweetie Belle, please answer me honestly: why did you do that?"
>"...I thought that's what people were supposed to do in that situation."
"Situation?"
>"You know...that."
>No way.
>It's not that.
>Wholeheartedly, you refuse to accept that she meant what you think she meant.
"Sweetie Belle."
>She's barely peeking from behind her hair at this point.
>"yes?"
>Never thought you'd ask her this question.
>Then again, a lot of things you never thought of happened in the last 24 hours.
"Do you like me?"
>Coming out from her hair more, she seems more sure of herself at this point.
>"Of course I like you, Anon. You're my friend."
"No, Sweetie. I mean do you like me as more than just a friend."
>"Anon, please don't ask me that."
"Sweetie Belle, do you or do you not have romantic feelings for me."
 
>Even without looking at her, you can tell she's close to tears.
>"Anon, this isn't funny."
"Sweetie Belle."
>"Anon, stop."
"Answer the question."
>"I don't want to answer the question!"
"SWEETIE BELLE!"
>"YES! I LIKE YOU THAT WAY! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR!"
>Neither of you have ever raised your voice like that to each other before.
>Sweetie Belle is fully out of her hair, staring right at you.
>Her eyes are letting loose a torrent of tears, her face contorted in frustration and doubt.
>"I do, Anon, I really do."
"Fuck."
>That's all you can muster to say in front of Sweetie Belle.
>Banging comes from behind the two of you as Pinkie Pie tries to force her way out of the car.
>Your silence only further distresses Sweetie Belle.
>"Do you hate me now?"
>Not knowing what else to do, you put your arm around Sweetie Belle.
>Her blush comes back as she feels you against her.
"No, I don't hate you, Sweetie. I just didn't expect this answer, that's all."
>"...Do you?"
"Like you?"
>The mess of emotion beside you nods affirmatively.
"If I'm going to be honest, I'd say I do."
>Both of your heartbeats are strong enough now that you feel them through each other.
>Through your peripheral vision, you Sweetie Belle turn towards you.
>Instinctively, you turn to meet her gaze.
>Damn it all.
>Why does she have to be so cute.
>Her face inches ever closer to yours.
>Lips pursed and eyes closed, she moves to meet your own.
>Fuck.
>FUCK.
>FUCK!
>You turn your head and look back towards the cliff.
>Sweetie Belle places her peck upon your cheek, unaware that you turned.
>When she opens her eyes again, she's stunned beyond belief.
>"Anon?"
"Sweetie, I can't let this go any further."
>The light goes out in her eyes, and you swear you hear her heart shattering.
>You have the distinct feeling that you just goofed hard.
 
>Sweetie Belle crumples into a heap on your chest, sobbing into your shirt.
>"Why? Why, Anon?"
"Sweetie, it wouldn't work out."
>Her face leaking so profusely, she can barely choke out her words.
>"B-but you said that you liked me."
"I did, and I do."
>"Then why?"
"It's a bunch of things."
>Sweetie Belle manages to get herself to stop crying enough to clearly communicate.
>"Is it because I'm not pretty like Rarity? I know I'm not like her, and I don't have boobs like Applebloom or lips like Scootaloo, but-"
"It's not a matter of what your body is like, Sweetie. If that were the case, your eyes alone would win me over."
>Still can't believe that you're speaking this way to someone 5 years younger than you.
>"Then why?"
"You're too young, and Rarity would completely lose all trust in me, not to mention she'd likely kill me if she ever found out."
>"I won't tell her!"
>Without another word, you walk back to the car and seat yourself once more.
>Sweetie Belle stares back at the car, flabbergasted that you just up and left.
>Pinkie Pie fidgets uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of exactly what has conspired.
>While it takes some time, she does relent and shuffles back to the car taking a seat in the back.
>Everyone sits in silence and you start the engine back up.
>Kicking up a bit of dust, you leave the cliff behind.
>The ride back is far calmer than the ride here.
>Sweetie Belle sits dejected next to Pinkie Pie.
>Pinkie Pie is trying to talk to Sweetie Belle in hushed whispers, but as far as you can tell she doesn't say much back.
>Eventually, she looks up and straight into the rearview mirror.
>"Anon, will you take me to the arcade?
>After all this time, she still wants to go?
>You're not going to deny her the opportunity, seeing how you came down fairly hard on her today.
>Having a break from the drama today would benefit the both of you.
 
>Sweetie Belle and Pinkie Pie continue to whisper to each other while you make your way towards the arcade.
>Pinkie Pie can talk the depression out of anyone, you swear.
>Before you know it, you see the arcade in all its splendor.
>The Entertainment Industrial Complex.
>A handful of a name, but it's the largest arcade in the country.
>Damn thing even has a rockwall, skating rink and karaoke parlor built into it.
>If only they sold proper food in here.
>Taking advantage of the first parking spot you find, you gently roll in and step out.
>You open the left backdoor and watch Sweetie step out from it.
>Pinkie tries her best to get out, but her legs have become noodles from being frozen for so long.
>You and Sweetie leave her behind as you walk into the giant building.
>Like a snowstorm, the air conditioning hits you hard when you step in.
>It reminds you of a simpler time.
"So, Sweetie, what do you want to play? Blazing Cabbies? Feline Fighters XIIII? Dance Pants Evolution Xtreme 5: Dance Harder - Featuring Dante from the Devil May Cry Series? "
>As if you said nothing at all, she walks past all of your usual games.
>Is she going to the skating kiosk?
>No, she passed that by as well.
>The only thing left over there's the karaoke parlor.
>...She wouldn't.
>Walking at a brisk pace, you catch up to her quickly.
>The place is fairly packed since it's Saturday, but she pushes past the crowd and walks into the nearly empty parlor.
>Showing the attendant her season passcard you bought her for her birthday, she walks right onto the stage and actually touches the console.
>No word exists to state how surprised you are at the fact that she's actually singing in public like this.
>Eventually, she stops after finding her song.
>What exactly would she even find in the console?
>The only songs in there are for weebs, drunk moms and tone-deaf mormons.
 
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3SjCzA71eM
>...It's Bowie.
>Heroes, of every goddamn song she could picked.
>The first song she ever heard from him in your car.
>From the first day you ever took her to the arcade.
>"I, I will be king. And you, you will be queen. Though nothing will drive them away, we can beat them, just for one day."
>You loaned her your entire Bowie collection after that.
>"We can be heroes, just for one day."
>The doors behind you open up.
>People begin to flood the under-utilized section.
>"And you, you can be mean."
>Even with the people filling in, she continues on.
>"And I, I'll drink all the time."
>No matter how many pour in, she never takes her eyes off of you.
>"Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact."
>Jaded teenagers, burnt-out parents and rambunctious children all abandoned their activities just to hear her song.
>"Yes we're lovers, and that is that."
>But you're the only one she's singing it for.
>Regardless of the crowd size, you tune them out and single out her voice.
>Her voice seamlessly weaves the crowd under her spell.
>Something patters onto your shirt.
>Heh.
>No matter how many times you've listened to it, you've never cried to it before now.
>Sweetie Belle drops to her knees as she reaches your favorite part.
>"We can be heroes."
>The crowd has begun to join in.
>"We can be heroes."
>Tears have welled up in her eyes.
>"We can be heroes."
>Everytime she say 'heroes', you hear that crack in her angelic voice.
>"Just for one day."
>Any bit of strength she had to keep her head up is gone.
>"We can be heroes."
>She's lost sight of you.
>"WE'RE NOTHING, AND NOTHING WILL HELP US!"
>You don't know why you let things get this bad.
>"MAYBE WE'RE LYING, THEN YOU BETTER NOT STAY!"
>But you know one thing.
>"BUT WE COULD BE SAFER,"
>This is tearing her apart.
>"for just one day."
>Even her voice has faltered.
>She drops the microphone as she runs out of the exit, her dress stained with her sadness.
 
>Looking around here, you see that there are far more people in her than there were before.
>They're all looking around in confusion, unaware why she ran out after the amazing performance.
>Standing here, all you can think about is how you just pushed away someone that would do that for you.
>"Did you like it, Nonny?"
>Looking behind you, you see Pinkie Pie standing on one leg.
>"She told me everything, you know. Then I told her to show you just how much she loved you, by giving you something only you would know the value of."
"Pinkie Pie, I-"
>Your vision has turned 90 degrees.
>A red mark stains your cheek.
>"Why would you hurt her like that, Anon?"
>Trying to find the words, you stumble your tongue until you find the nerve.
"I didn't want to do it, Pinkie."
>"Then why did you!?"
"No one's going to accept it, Pinkie."
>"Why do you care about that? Her love for you is real, Anon."
"What about-"
>"Anon, kids are already having sex at eight nowadays. Not that I'm saying that sex outside of marriage is right, but something like that should be the least of your concerns."
"But Rarity-"
>"Rarity nothing! Haven't you ever watched a japanese cartoon? The pure love of a young maiden is never to be wasted!"
>As outlandish as her points are, you know she's right.
>Sweetie Belle does actually care about you.
>Looking around you, you see that thousands have packed every inch of this place.
>There's only one way you can make this right.
>Pushing your way to the stage, you look for another Bowie song.
>You think you're out of luck until you find the Metal Gear music listing.
>Staring out at the crowd, you know that your gesture will reach her.
>The console starts up the song, and you know that you've made the right choice.
 
>Currently, you're Sweetie Belle.
>After giving it your all onstage, you ran outside.
>Today has been more than you could handle, which is why you're slumped up against the wall outside what was your favorite place.
>You lost track of whether your tears are from sadness or anger.
>But it doesn't matter anymore.
>None of this matters.
>Anon is never going to accept your love.
>You should have just jumped off of that cliff while you had a chance.
>"Hey, what are you doing out here, Sweetie?"
>Pinkie Pie picks your chin up and wipes away your tears, showing you her trademark smile.
>It does nothing for you, though.
>"How about you come back inside?"
>Not waiting for you to answer, she hoists you onto her shoulder and carries you in.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYm3-QF7F5Y
>"I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home. I searched for form and land."
>That voice.
>"For years and years I roamed. I gazed a gazely stare."
>Your position changes as Pinkie flings you onto her shoulders.
>"And all the millions here, we must have died alone, a long long time ago."
>He's looking at you now, you're sure of it.
>"Who knows? Not me. We never lost control!"
>The crowd is cheering wildly for him, and you follow suit.
>"You're face,"
>Oh, now you're crying again.
>"To face,"
>But it's clear why this time.
>"With the man who sold the world!"
>It's because you're happy.
 
>Once more, you are Anon.
>Leaving the EIC wasn't an easy feat with everyone clamoring over the two of you.
>Especially once everyone saw how adorable Sweetie Belle was when she ran up to hug you onstage.
>All that was now behind you, and Sweetie Belle has joined you once again in the front.
>Her smile brings you joy, even though you're not quite sure of how the future's going to play out.
>Sweetie Belle can't help but glance at you, still giddy that you've accepted her into your heart.
>Pinkie Pie can't help but smile like she just won the lottery.
"If you keep holding a smile like that, Pinkie, you're going to pull a muscle."
>"I can't help it, Nonny! You're in love, for real this time!"
"Hey, Rainbow Dash and I had a very fulfilling relationship."
>"Anon, we both know that Rainbow Dash has the romantic capacity of a hockey puck."
>Sweetie Belle can't help but laugh.
>"Hey, Sweetie Belle, how do you feel now?"
>Your new flame can't help but blush when asked that question.
>"Ah, young love. It gives me hope for the world."
"You do realize that you're the only person who is going to be like this out of the entirety of town, right?"
>"Fluttershy will probably support you."
"She uses acid and has sex with trees, I don't think she's a good judge of character."
>The car comes to a complete stop, as you have reached Rarity's house.
>As you step outside of the car, you take in the sight of the house where your life changed so drastically.
>Completely locked in still, Pinkie paws at the door like a lost puppy.
>You open the door and watch her stretch.
>"Ah, feels so good to move again. Well this is my stop, see you two lovebirds later."
>Ponka gasps in surprise as you bind her hands behind her back while she stretches.
>"Anon, how could you! I thought you were going to give up these illegal activities."
"Pinkie, this isn't even in the top twenty of the terrible things I have done recently. Unlawful detention is small potatoes."
 
>"Even though this is my fetish, kidnapping friends is not polite, Anon!"
>Yeah, you're not gonna bother asking.
"I need you here, Pinkie Pie. I'm going to need your help to get everyone together."
>"What for, Nonny?"
>Taking a deep breath, you center yourself to make your declaration.
"I need your help to break the news to Rarity."
>"WHAT!"
>Pinkie Pie and Sweetie Belle nearly burst your eardrums.
>Ow.
>As the ringing subsides, you see both of them are still going off.
>Landing a finger on each of their mouths, you stop them if only for a moment.
"Now, the reason I am doing this is because it's necessary. None of us would go around willingly telling someone, but what if someone found out? Secrecy only hurts you in the long run, so it's best for us to just come out with it."
>"But Nonny, my involvement with the story was supposed to end here! The writer said so!"
>There she goes again, being Pinkie Pie.
"Pinkie, I need you. Sweetie Belle needs you. If I don't have a solid circle of people to socially pressure Rarity into being okay with this, everything you did today will be for nothing. Do you really want to disappoint this face?"
>You push Sweetie Belle in front of Pinkie, exposing her to those enchanting emeralds she has for eyes.
>Her willpower fades.
>"Fine, I'll do it. But can you untie me?"
"No, because that's part of another plan."
>Dragging along your prisoner, you wait for Sweetie to unlock the door and usher you in.
>Scanning the house, it seems Rarity is currently elsewhere.
>Perfect.
"Alright, Pinkie, send out a group message."
>"Fine, fine."
>The phone drops out of her hair and into her bound hands.
>One day you'll figure out just what else she has in there.
>"Done. So, what now?"
>You contemplate on how you can kill time.
>Sweetie Belle comes into the living room with a platter of assorted cheeses and some sort of mixture of seeds and nuts you presume is meant to be a cracker.
>"Snacks?"
>Looks like your time killer came to you.
 
>Time goes by faster than you expected, and you hear the congregation of women entering the driveway.
>Doorbell rung, Sweetie Belle opens up the door and allows them in.
>You greet them all as they enter.
"Hey, Shy. Sup, Shimmy? Rainbow Dash. Holy shit, Applejack, they weren't kidding about the pregnancy. Applebloom? Why are you here?"
>AB:"Ah had to drive Applejack. She can't use the steering wheel."
>Makes sense.
>The girls stand around, eventually finding somewhere to seat themselves.
>Applejack is the first person to speak up.
>AJ:"Alright, why are we here?"
>PP:" We'll get to that in a moment, but first, could you get that door and close the blinds, Fluttershy?"
>She does as she's instructed and soon you are cut off from the outside world.
>RD:"Pinkie Pie, this better not be one of your *alternative* parties. I still taste purple on occasion."
>PP:" I assure you, this is nothing of the sort. I've called this meeting so that we can discuss and handle a matter discussing Rarity as per the text message."
>SS:"Has she started neglecting eating again?"
>PP:"We'll get to the Rarity part later, but first, Sweetie Belle has something she would like to say."
>Sweetie Belle rises from her seat and closes her eyes, likely imagining that no one is around her.
>SB:"I...I am going out with Anon."
>Laughter erupts as they all believe they've just been hit with another one of Pinkie Pie's zany impractical jokes.
>RD:"Ha, that's a good one, Pinkie. Must have been a really odd time of the day when this joke struck you."
>The three of you do not laugh, remaining stoic.
>Sweetie Belle sits next to you, holds your hand in hers and gives you a peck on the cheek.
>What was once raucous laughter is now a tense silence.
>Sunset Shimmer looks around the room, not quite sure of what to do.
>SS:"Um, is this part of the joke."
>PP:"This is not a joke, girls. This is real."
>RD:"What the fuck?! Even for a joke, this is going too far."
"It's not a joke, Dash."
 
>PP:"...Alright, now that we have that out of-"
>RD:"Anon, what kind of sick fuck are you?!"
>PP:"Rainbow Dash!"
>RD:"Pinkie Pie, this is what you called us here for?"
>FS:"Rainbow Dash, you should calm down."
>RD:"How are you not disgusted with this! Anon is corrupting our friend's little sister!"
>SB:"I'm not being corrupted! I want Anon to be with me."
>RD:"See? He's already got her emotionally manipulatated."
>FS:"I don't think that's a word."
>PP:"GIRLS! Please, settle down. Anon and Sweetie Belle need our love and support."
>RD:"I'm not supporting this! This is wrong and I have half a mind to call the cops!"
>SS:"I don't get it, why are we all getting so mad again?"
>RD:"Because Anon is waaaay too old to be in a relationship with Sweetie Belle!"
>SS:"Is five years really that big a difference?"
>PP:"See, Sunset has the right attitude."
>RD:"Oh, come on! Fluttershy, you're not okay with this, right?"
>The doormat looks around nervously, not wishing to step on anyone's toes.
>FS:"Um...Sweetie Belle?"
>SB:"Yes?"
>FS:"Is Anon forcing you to do this?"
>SB:"For the last time, no."
>PP:"I can vouch for that. I had to get Sweetie Belle to sing in public before they ended up going out. Search for 'Bowie Buddies' on your phones."
>The girls open up their phones, and have mixed reactions as they watch the video.
>FS:"Oh my, that's adorable."
>AJ:"Why does this have 12 million views?"
>SS:"I left my phone in the car."
>AB:"Ah didn't know we had karaoke in town."
>RD:"This doesn't prove anything."
>PP:"See? If it wasn't for this, Sweetie Belle would be sitting in her room and cutting herself to emo music, because Anon was not going along with it."
>RD:"Pinkie Pie, just because you made a shipping chart does not mean that you get to put together your crack ships in real life!"
>PP:"I told you that in confidence!"
 
>Fluttershy clears her throat and looks you right in the eyes.
>FS:"Anon, is it really true that you love Sweetie Belle?"
"Yes."
>FS:"Well, then I guess that there's nothing wrong with it Sweetie if the both of you really feel that way about each other."
>PP:"Told you that Fluttershy would be alright with it."
"That was not in question."
>RD:"Fluttershy, do you really think this is okay?"
>FS:"Rainbow Dash, if you really love something, small differences aren't that important."
>RD:"You can't love a tree, they have no emotions."
>FS+AJ:"That's not true!"
>Rainbow Dash facepalms as Applejack and Fluttershy try to avoid making eye contact.
>RD:"Applejack, you agree that this is crazy, right?"
>AJ:"What's crazy?"
>RD:"Sweetie Belle and Anon, AJ!"
>AJ:"Ah don't think that Ah'm the right person for this discussion."
>RD:"Don't tell me that you think there's nothing wrong with this."
>AJ:"It ain't that Ah, necessarily approve, just that there's a bit of a skewed view on it for me. Apple family tends to get married young, Granny Smith was 15 when she got married, and Ah have been pestered about when Ah intend to get a man since mah first period."
>The utterance makes everyone sort of cringe.
>AJ:"AH HAVE A TREE IN MAH WOMB, YET Y'ALL CAN'T HEAR THAT LITTLE WORD?"
>RD:"Back to our original point, is this not weird?!"
>AJ:"It ain't really socially sound, but Ah have a bit of a different world view, so Ah can't really say, Rainbow."
>RD:"No one else is really as upset with this as I am? What about you, Applebloom?""
>AB:"Of course ah'm upset! Sweetie Belle's younger than me, yet she's the first one to get a boyfriend, who's a Senior that has his own car and wears size 13 shoes! My boobs are almost as large as Applejack's and all ah got to show for it is having my back going out in gym class."
>AJ:"Bloom, Ah told ya that ya need to wear the brace or your back'll snap like a twig."
>Dash sits dumbstruck and buries her head in her arms.
>RD:"I can't believe you guys."
 
>PP:"Dashie, why are you making this so difficult? You're the only one who is opposed to it at this point."
>Pinkie Pie walks over to Rainbow Dash and sits herself in her lap.
>PP:"So, what's it going to take to make you drink the kool-aid?"
>Rainbow Dash cocks her eyebrow as she tries to rationalize the odd statement from Pinkie.
>RD:"You know that doesn't make your case any better, right?"
>Taking firm hold of her friend's chin, Pinkie brings her face closer to Dash's.
>She stares firmly into Dash's eyes as she bulges her eyes once again.
>All eyes are on the two of them as Rainbow Dash is subjected to the whims of Pinkie Pie.
>RD:"Pinkie, what the hell are you doing?"
>PP:"Focusing."
>Uncomfortable with the closeness, Rainbow backs away slightly before Pinkie cradles her head back with her free arm.
>PP:"Why must you resist me, Dash?"
>RD:"Because Anon's diddling Rarity's sister! How would you feel if your little sister got molested by someone way older than them."
>Applebloom goes slackjawed as she drools slightly.
>AB:"Ah don't think ah would mind gettin' molested."
>AJ:"Applebloom! Ah ought to ground ya for that!"
>Applebloom frowns as Applejack pushes her mouth back into place.
>PP:"Rainbow, this isn't a homosexual relationship. Why are you so against this?"
>Indignant at the stealth insult, Rainbow Dash slides Pinkie to the floor.
>She then stands up and makes for the door.
>RD:"I don't have time for this. I'm leaving this weird brainwashing session."
>As if waking from a coma, Pinkie gasps in awed epiphany.
>PP:"I KNOW WHY YOU HAVE A BUG UP YOUR BUTT."
>Like something from a horror movie, Pinkie slithers around Rainbow Dash and turns both of their heads towards you and Sweetie.
>PP:"You're jealous of Sweetie Belle, aren't you, Dashie?"
>Dash blushes purple at Pinkie's insinuation.
>RD:"D-don't be ridiculous, Pinkie! Why would I be jealous of her?"
>Pinkie boops Dash in her nose as she puts on a shit-eating grin.
>PP:"Sweetie Belle took your man~"
 
>Flustered, Rainbow Dash gets in Pinkie's face.
>RD:"It was ages ago, I could not care less about...Sweetie Belle and Anon."
>PP:"Is that so?"
>Pinkie winks at you and Sweetie, and puckers her lips.
>Oh hell no.
>As you're about to open your mouth to protest, Sweetie Belle pushes her lips onto yours finally.
>Everyone gasps as the small girl has her first kiss in front of them.
>AJ:"Even if it don't sound too bad in theory, that execution is goin' to take some gettin' used to."
>Rainbow Dash does not look pleased with the course of events.
>RD:"Pinkie, this is disgusting, how do you not see that!?"
>PP:"All I see is your fomenting rage."
>The smooching continues, and with each passing second you can see the disposition on Dash's face sour quickly.
>Pinkie does nothing but smile as she watches Dash make her point.
>Soon the tipping point is reached, and Rainbow Dash lets loose.
>RD:"GET YOUR DIRTY LIPS OFF OF HIM, YOU TWO-BIT WHORE!"
>All eyes on Dash, Pinkie Pie laughs as she watches her squirm.
>PP:"I told you, Dashie! Jealousy!"
>Humiliated, Rainbow Dash kicks at the ground.
>Who'd have thunk she actually harbored feelings for you still?
>RD:"W-wait, I didn't-"
>AJ:"Just let it go, Dash. We all heard that. Neighbors probably heard it, too."
"Are you serious, Dash? You're the one who broke up with me."
>Rainbow Dash holds her head low, crushed that her secret is now exposed.
>RD:"It's not like it was that bad."
"You said you wanted to take things to the next level, chickened out of it, broke up with me, and then avoided me like a leper."
>RD:"I know, but I thought I could give it a second shot sometime."
>And you thought Pinkie lived in a world of delusions.
>Speaking of, she has put Dash back in her seat and stands in the center of the group once more.
>PP:"So, have you accepted that their love is real and are ready to help us now?"
>RD:"Nothing about this situation is natural, Pinkie. I'm not being bitter, just realistic."
 
>PP:"Dashie..."
>Rainbow Dash sighs heavily, finally relenting in her admittedly justified argument.
>RD:"Fine, I'll stay, but for the record none of this is really normal and if it wasn't us you were talking to, Anon would be getting cuffed and thrown in the back of an FBI van."
>PP:"Noted."
>Having succeeded with her first objective, she claps with her bound hands.
>PP:"Now that we've gotten everyone together on this, it's time to discuss the second matter: Convincing Rarity that Sweetie Belle should be able to go out with Anon."
>The girls stare at Pinkie in silence.
>FS:"Pinkie, Rarity won't go for that at all."
>PP:"I know it's possible, if we can all convince her that we are alright with it. Rarity loves fashion, and fashion is extremely susceptible to social pressure. Think about how many women starve themselves daily."
>Uncomfortably, the other girls nod.
>PP:"Right, and that is exactly how we're going to get Rarity to look the other way."
>Fluttershy raises her hand and meekly posits a question.
>FS:"When are we going to do this?"
>Pinkie Pie turns her head and stares at her watch behind her.
>PP:"Eh, I'd say we'll probably do it in about five minutes, give or take."
>The group responds with a resounding disapproval.
>PP:"I know it's short notice, but we wouldn't want this to sound rehearsed. The best arguments made are raw and emotionally charged, like the drunken ramblings of a Vietnam war veteran."
>Man, Pinkie Pie's just throwing it out there.
>It seems that the group is behind you now.
>At this rate, you may be able to convince Rarity yet.
>Who knows where you would be if Rarity's friends weren't a bunch of neurotic weirdos and Applejack.
 
>Rarity will be here, any minute now.
>The clock ticks slowly as everyone waits with bated breath.
>Sweetie Belle and Pinkie Pie are next to you, as anxious for her arrival as you are.
>With the backing of the group, you know that at least one of your plans will succeed.
>Rainbow Dash is silently brooding on her own, still apparently jealous of an underage freshman.
>At least she decided to stay, though.
>Loyalty is the one trait you can say you still find pleasant in her.
>Engine noises notify all of you to the fashionista's arrival.
>The door bursts open as she assumes the worst when she finds the congregation of cars outside of her home.
>Her countenance settles when she sees the measure of calm all of you are exhibiting.
>"I see that you've all settled yourselves nicely into the furniture. I presume that you're here to stage another 'intervention' again? I'll have you know that I haven't touched a drop of wine in months."
>Standing up, you catch her attention.
"Rarity, this is not an intervention."
>Taken aback, she cocks her brow and crosses her arm.
>"Is that so, Anonymous? Then why exactly are you all gathered here like this."
>Sweetie Belle fidgets nervously in her seat as you prepare to relay the truth.
"Rarity, you may want to sit down for this. I promise that it's not going to be easy to hear."
>Beginning to show signs of worry, she sits herself down on the last open seat.
"...Rarity, there's something that I have to tell you. Today, I found something inside of myself I didn't know was there until today. The group is here to support me."
>She gasps and covers her mouth.
>"Anonymous, you have cancer?!"
"...It's a metaphor, Rarity."
>"Do you mean that you're...a little light in the loafers?"
>Why is she not letting you finish?
"Rarity, no, just let me finish."
>She returns to a neutral state of expression.
>"Alright then, darling. Go on."
"...Wew, lad, this is harder than I thought."
 
>Sweetie Belle tugs on your shirt sleeve.
>That adorable cinnamon roll gives you a look that implores you to abandon the process while you still can.
>But you have to do this.
"Alright, I'm just going to come out and say it. I have found a feeling of love in my heart, Rarity. That's why I am here today."
>Rarara sits in stunned silence.
>Her face turns red once more.
>"Anonymous...is this your way of making a confession?"
>Looks like she might be getting it after all.
>"You brought everyone together to confess your love for me?"
>Swing and a miss.
>"Why, I had no idea that you actually had feelings for me. I always figured that as a man you carried some infatuation with my looks as they are, but to go to this length is more than I thought possible."
>You'd try to stop her, but you know she's just going to ramble.
>"It's not that I thought you incapable of such feelings, but rather that you went out with someone like Rainbow Dash and I figured you enjoyed sporty girls with petite bosoms."
>"Hey!"
>"I apologize, Rainbow Dash, but the only one who is smaller than you is Anonymous. Back to the subject at hand, I don't quite know how to respond to your advances. To be blunt with you, while you do have a few boyish mannerisms, you are fairly attractive. However, such a thing might complicate your standing with Sweetie Belle, and I'm not sure that it would be a good thing for her development."
>...
>You should have pussed out when you had the chance.
>Swallowing back your fear, you assume a straight posture.
"Rarity, I'm not in love with you."
>That cuts her as you see her smile fade.
>Whether that's from you shooting her down, or the fact that she embarrassed herself is still up for debate.
>"Well, I don't understand quite what this is all about, Anonymous."
"Rarity, I do love someone here, but it's definitely not who you think."
>"...Is it Sunset?"
"No."
>"Pinkie Pie?"
"Nyet."
>"Fluttershy?"
"Nein."
>"Applejack?"
"Nope."
>"Well, who's left in here, darling?"
 
>Fucking hell, this was never going to be easy.
>Before you can open your mouth, Sweetie Belle stands up.
>Rarity watches her sister stand, presuming she's going to go somewhere.
>Sweetie Belle merely stands by your side, constant as Fluttershy's drug intake.
>A sharp inhalation sunders the air as she finally seems to get the hint.
>"You're in love with APPLEBLOOM!?"
>You and Applebloom respond with a very deadpan what.
>"Anonymous, I can understand her prodigious endowments make her seem older than she is, but she's still a child inside of her developing body. I realize the reputation that farm-raised women have for their...prowess in relation to marital matters, no offense."
>"None taken."
>"But that is still no excuse for abusing your position as a Senior to play the heartstrings of a young maiden. If you must have your urges satisfied, please consider Applejack as an alternative."
>You and Applejack look at each other for a moment before shaking your heads loose of that idea.
"Rarity, you still don't get it!”
>”Anonymous, I'm sorry, but there's not a single soul left. What is it that you're trying to tell me?”
>”Rarity?”
>Your small compatriot garners the attention of Rarity for a moment.
>”Is something the matter, Sweetie Belle?”
>”It's us.”
>Still not getting it, she stares in confusion at Sweetie.
>”Come again?”
>Not knowing how else to convey it, she takes her hand and intertwines it with yours.
>Rarity looks as clueless as she has been since the beginning.
>Then her eyes bulge.
 
>"Y-you mean that you and...Anonymous?"
>Holy shit, you can see the color draining from her face.
>The fact that she can turn whiter disturbs you.
>Sweetie Belle rests her head on you and clings to your arm.
>”I love Anon, Rarity. He loves me.”
>Still trembling from the revelation, she struggles to speak.
>”How long has this been going on.”
>”It's not what you think, this only happened a little while ago! Anon didn't even want to do this at first, but Pinkie Pie helped me to change his mind.”
>”I left you in his care, multiple times. I left you with him unattended for hours. I left him with you in this house.”
>”Rarity, please, Anon never touched me or did anything inappropriate! He even defended my honor against that creepy Button Mash on two separate occasions!”
>Nothing reaches her as she delves further into a madness mantra.
>”I changed my mind, let him back into your life. I said I was wrong about him. I trusted him.”
>”Rarity, please, listen to me for once!”
>The smallest of changes hits her face, as she stares you both down
>”Anon didn't do anything. He is a nice person. He is a gentleman. He'd be willing to sacrifice his life for me!”
>Damn, Sweetie Belle really does have a high opinion of you.
>”Everyone's here because they all came to support us and help you understand that this isn't stranger danger or anything like that. Except for Applebloom. She's here because Applejack can't really drive at the moment.”
>Rarity's eyes scan the room, and watches as everyone nods their heads in affirmation.
>Aside from Rainbow Dash.
>Still not ready to let you go.
>”I see. You all support this. Very well.”
>Huh.
>Rarity has actually taken this in better stride than you thought.
“I promise, Rare, I really do love her. Please, understand.”
>Rarity stands up, and looks at you both.
>Then like a banshee from hell, she screams and lunges at you from half a room away.
>You've played enough L4D to know what comes next.
 
>Apparently diplomacy has failed.
>There was a contingency plan, however.
>Grabbing hold of Pinkie, you shield yourself from the maelstrom of fury heading your way.
>Sorry, Ponka, but this sacrifice had to be made.
>Once Rarity has collided with Pinkie Pie, you rush out the still open door.
>Looking back, you see that Rarity has shrugged off your shield and is running after you, with most of the group behind her.
>No way in hell are you letting her catch up to you.
>Unless you were completely mistaken, there's nothing but bloodlust in her heart right now.
>Running faster than you thought you possibly could, you manage to make it across a couple yards and put a few fences between the two of you.
>Creaking wood however tells you that it won't hold her back for long.
>Voices belonging to the others are pleading with her to not murder you right now.
>Quite a slim chance any of that's going to work.
>It doesn't take long for you to hear the hard clatter of her shoes once more, but you've got about a block between the two of you.
>Scantly you can make out some blurs behind you as you run, the closest one being blue.
>Dash is actually trying to save your ass.
>Maybe she's not so bad after all.
>While lost in your introspection, your movements come to a halt as you collide with someone on skates.
>You eat pavement as the roadburn gets through your clothes, and a bit of blood gets through your pants.
>The collision has cost you the lead, as Rarity is barely behind you now.
>”Oh my goodness, are you alright?”
>The gray girl stumbled to her feet and attempts to help you up.
>Once you're able to, you try to move on your feet, but you only make a couple steps before you fall.
>You sprained your left foot.
>There's no time for you to try again.
>Rarity descends on you quickly.
>Your windpipe constricts.
>It's hard to breath.
>Rainbow Dash and Applebloom are trying to pry her from you.
>Everything goes dark before they can free you.
>You pray that you don't die.
 
>"...Is he going to be okay?"
>"Rarity got him pretty bad, so Ah don't know. Ah don't feel his heart beating."
>Huh?
>Voices?
>Are you not dead?
>It feels like you are.
>Maybe it's just taken a little while for your brain to catch up with the rest of you.
>"Anon, please wake up. I don't want to think about losing you again."
>Sweetie Belle?
>Heh, here you were joking about getting killed and now she's staring at your lifeless body.
>Fucked up, isn't it?
>Just a little while ago, you had been trying to stay alive to be with Sweetie Belle.
>Probably would have made it if you didn't sprain your ankle.
>Rarity was faster than you thought, but even on a bad day you could still keep up with Rainbow Dash herself.
>A quiet thump lands near you, followed by a sound you didn't want to hear.
>"Please, Anon, don't die. Rarity didn't really mean to hurt you this badly, she was just upset."
>Sweetie Belle's crying again.
>You hate that sound.
>A cute ragamuffin like her should be happy.
>...
>Maybe you don't need to die just yet.
>Sweetie's been through enough for now.
>Wake up, you sleepy bastard.
>She's waiting for you, so go on and get up.
>It's rude to keep a lady waiting, you know.
>First thing to start up again is your heart.
>Need to get that blood flowing again.
>After that, your lungs slowly start to fill with air again.
>Hope Rarity didn't collapse it too badly.
>With those two parts back in working order, the rest of you soon kicks right back into gear.
>Light once again enters into your eyes, and you see the beauty you kickstarted this thing for weeping on your chest.
>Moving an arm, you bring her in closer to you.
>She didn't expect it, you can tell.
>”Anon! You're okay!”
>Weak as you are, you force a smile on your face.
“Of course I am, Sweetie. I can't ditch you like that after one little problem.”
>The adorable marshmallow hugs you tightly and soaks your clothes with tears of joy.
>She's glad you're back.
>And so are you.
 
>It's been a few days since the incident.
>Not much has happened since you came to, aside from getting taken to a hospital.
>Rarity got you pretty good, but you're able to go home tomorrow.
>You didn't miss much, seeing as how you've been able to get your homework delivered to you by Rainbow Dash.
>Ever since that day, she's really come around.
>The two of you are almost back to the level of familiarity before the dating.
>Rainbow Dash might not have been the best girlfriend, but she can be a real bro when she wants to.
>You hear the sound of the door opening once again.
>Speak of the devil.
>Looking towards the door, you're prepared for your usual guest to enter.
>"Hey, Anon."
>...That's not Rainbow Dash.
"Scootaloo? Why are you here?"
>"I'm here to bring you your homework, silly."
>Just what you needed.
"What happened to Rainbow Dash?"
>Scootaloo looks down in embarrassment.
>"Uh...we were playing soccer, and I kind of...kicked her in the crotch."
>Brutal.
"That's why she sent you to bring me my homework?"
>Scootaloo looks at every part of the room but the bed you're on.
>"Well, not exactly. I just thought it would be a way to make it up to her."
>Part of you is willing to accept that, but the other part of you knows she has an ulterior motive for being here.
"Well, thanks for bringing it for me, Scootaloo. Just leave it on the bed and I'll get it later."
>Eagerly, she follows your request, but lingers over your bed.
>Fucking hell, you knew it.
>"S-so, Anon, I heard recently that you're not dating Rainbow Dash anymore?"
>Crap, you know where this is going.
"We haven't been together for over a year, Scootaloo."
>"W-well, I didn't know until today. Must be pretty sad, huh?"
"Not really, after a year the feeling kind of went away."
>Her posture straightens and her mouth turns into an awkward smile.
>"Is that so? Well, maybe it'd be time to try dating someone else now?"
"Scootaloo, no."
 
>The abruptness of your answer takes her off guard.
>"B-but I didn't even ask you yet!"
"Scootaloo, you've asked me thrice before. The answer has always been no, and it will remain no for the conceivable rest of eternity. Besides, you're a year too late to ever consider being my rebound."
>"But-"
"Did you not get it the last time you asked me, back when I was still dating Dash, that I have no intention of being with you because you consider me her sloppy seconds?"
>Reminded once again, the desperate freshman backs off of her pursuit.
>"S-sorry, I just thought you might have changed your mind."
"No, I didn't. Besides, I already have a new girlfriend."
>"Already?!"
"Even if I didn't, you still wouldn't have a chance in hell of getting together with me."
>Her spirit crushed, she accepts defeat and shuffles off.
>She stops just before she actually leaves the room.
>"Oh, Sweetie Belle says hello, and that she'll be glad to have you back soon."
>Unaware of the situation, she simply leaves after relaying the message.
>Once she's out of the room, you give a sigh of relief that Sweetie Belle seems to be okay.
>Very little was actually given to you on how Sweetie and Rarity were holding up.
>If she said that, at least Rarity hasn't said anything after what happened.
>Strange that no one has really relayed anything to you after Saturday.
>But you're not going to actually question the situation unless you really see something out of the ordinary.
>As surreal as this whole situation has gotten, you're just going to try to take the proceedings one day at a time.
>Since there's nothing else to really do now, you may as well work on that homework.
>You crack open the pile of assignments and get to work.
>No sense in worrying about stuff now, just get to tomorrow and it'll all work out.
 
>Finally, the time has come.
>Out of that gown and back into your normal attire.
>Waving goodbye to the receptionist, you make for the door.
>Your ride should be waiting for you outside.
>Scanning over the sparsely populated lot, you spot Rainbow Dash.
>Leaning on your car.
>...
>Hold on, how did it get here?
>”Bet you're glad to be out of that place, huh?”
>You stay silent as you walk towards her.
>Examining it, it totally is actually your Aztec.
“Dash, how the hell did you get this here?”
>”Oh, you left it at Rarity's house and we figured that it was best to not leave it there.”
“Well, I understand that, but I was more referring to how did you actually drive it over here. You didn't hotwire it, did you?”
>”Wha- No! I haven't hotwired a car since the last time I hung out with Gilda.”
>How the hell did she get the car here, then?
“Just how did you manage to actually get it here?”
>”Like any other car, duh. I put the keys in the ignition.”
>Keys?
“Where did you get my keys?”
>”Did you not notice when they fell out of your pocket when you got hit by Derpy?”
“I was a bit busy RUNNING AWAY.”
>Rainbow Dash runs that thought through her head a couple times before she realizes how stupid her question was.
>”Oh, yeah.”
>Opening the door, you slide into the passenger seat and recline.
>Damn, that feels good.
>Your chauffeur starts up the engine and pulls out of the hospital lot.
>Can't wait to get home soon.
“Hey, Rainbow, how's your injury?”
>”My injury?”
“When Scootaloo took your place yesterday, she said she'd kicked you right in the babymaker.”
>Rainbow winces when you mention that.
>”Yeah, that happened. It was a good goal, and it wasn't that bad of a kick, so I didn't really care too much. Wait, Scootaloo came over yesterday?”
“That she did. She also mentioned that Sweetie Belle was going to be glad to see me when I got out. Speaking of, how are she and Rarity doing?”
 
>Dash says nothing.
“Dash, how are they doing?”
>Still not a word.
>Oh, fuck, something must have happened.
"Dash, seriously, tell me what's been going on while I was in there."
>Glancing over at her, you can see she's got that look on her face.
"Seriously, I know you can hear me and I see that grimace."
>After a while, she sighs and responds.
>"Anon, we haven't really seen much of either of them."
>Haven't seen much of them?
"What are you saying, did they leave town?"
>"N-no, we just haven't really talked to Rarity all week and Scootaloo hasn't really hung out with Sweetie Belle and Applebloom. We don't have any real idea of what's been going on. The others told me not to mention anything because they didn't want you to worry, and because I have a terrible pokerface."
>That sounds like something they'd do.
"Were you just not going to tell me?"
>"We were, but when you got back home safely."
"Gee, thanks."
>"Oh come on, it's not like we were doing it to hurt you."
>Doesn't make you any less upset.
“Well, at least you guys had your hearts in the right place.”
>The car comes to a stop, and you realize you've made it to your house already.
>All the girls are outside of your house, holding balloons and a cake.
>Rainbow Dash comes out of the car before you and cups her hands.
>”He knows already.”
>The girls bemoan their situation.
>Secret exposed, they hand over the cake and balloons and are on their way.
>What are gonna do with this?
>Fuck it, you'll just head to your room.
>No one's in, so you just shove it into your room.
>Cake looks good.
>And since Rarity wasn't there, you don't have to worry about it being poisoned.
>...Rarity.
>You look around your room and find your phone.
>Fucker is old, but it works.
>After you fire up your faithful companion, you scroll through your contacts until you reach her.
>No way you're going to stay in the dark about this, it's time to find out why everyone's been reluctant to tell you.
 
>You send out a simple message, since you're not even sure if Rarity has confiscated her phone.
“Sweetie, you there?”
>There's not even enough time for you to look away from the screen before she replies.
>”Anon, you're back!”
>Well, Sweetie definitely is glad to see you're well.
“Yeah, got out of the hospital today. How have you been?”
>“Not good, Anon.”
>Sweetie Belle is a faster texter than you anticipated.
>More important than that, it seems that you were right to be worried about Sweetie.
>But at least you're going to know exactly what has been going on.
“Did something happen?”
>Your heart drops when you receive the message.
>”Rarity's drinking again, but it's worse than last time.”
>Last time was when she was using her drunkenness for inspiration, and the girls had to stop her before she got addicted.
“How many glasses has she had?”
>”She skipped the glasses and started taking whole bottles. The wine cellar was full a couple of days ago. Now there is no wine cellar.”
>Shit.
>None of that is what you wanted to hear.
>Rarity's going to really become addicted this time if something's not done.
>In your surprise, you only manage to type out a single word in response.
“Oh.”
>Probably should have gone with something more substantial than that.
>”I'm really starting to worry about her, Anon.”
>She's not the only one.
>Rarity really got thrown for a loop in this whole situation.
>You know that you should be angry at her, but you can't really blame her for her actions.
>Given the situation, it really must not look good from her position.
>In a cosmic way, this whole thing's sort of funny though.
>All this time that Rarity was worrying that you'd be a bad influence on Sweetie Belle and mess up her mind and you ended up being a worse influence on her.
>...Now you just made yourself feel awful with that thought.
>Feeling the way you are now, you understand the reason no one told you anything.
 
>There's no sense in letting Sweetie Belle get worked up about this, though.
>Rarity might be on a collision with rock bottom, but you know that Sweetie stressing herself out won't be able to resolve anything.
“Don't worry, I'm sure that she'll calm down.”
>As much of a lie as it is, you'd rather both of you believe this than have her see her downward spiral.
>”But she's locked herself in the study every time she has come home.”
>Well, that really doesn't sound good.
>It's just as likely that she's avoiding Sweetie Belle seeing her get drunk as it is that she's plotting another attempt on your life.
“At least she's not going to hurt herself in there.”
>Having seen her drunk before, she's just as graceful and precise even when inebriated.
>She's something just slightly below an enigma.
>”I don't know.”
>...Looks like you have to bring out the big guns.
>Sappy reassurance mode: activate!
“Just have a little faith, Sweetie, and everything will work out.”
>You can feel the back of your mind screaming at you for having typed that out.
>”Okay. Thanks for making sure I was alright, babe.”
>A smile inches across your face, now that you-
>Wait a fucking second, did she just really type that out?
“Babe?”
>”Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Give each other pet names?”
>God, you really can't believe that those words just came from Sweetie Belle.
>Part of you is confused, but most of you is enjoying the sincerity of her words.
>Too damn cute for her own good.
“Sweetie Belle, why must you be so adorable?”
>”I dunno, I just am.”
>Ever deeper, you sink into the pit of adorableness.
>Really, you're just a sucker for her charm.
>No, get a hold of yourself, you still have gaps you need filled in.
>You still haven't gotten to know the extent of Rarity's situation.
>Before anything else, you have to know what happened after you temporarily bit the dust.
 
>You eke out a small message.
>It's blunt, but beating around the bush isn't going to help you out.
“Sweetie, I have to know: what actually happened when I went down.”
>It takes longer than you expected for her to reply.
>”I only saw a little bit of what happened.”
>Figures that the girls would try to keep her sheltered from the worst parts of this.
“Anything will be helpful, anything at all.”
>Once again, there's more of a delay than usual.
>It's nearly 30 seconds before she responds.
>Can't imagine that it's easy to recount seeing your sister strangling your boyfriend until he stops moving.
>”Well, when I got there, I was was watching Rarity get punched off of you by Rainbow Dash.”
“Dash?”
>”Yeah, then Applebloom was trying to pull her off.
“How did that go?”
>”By the end, Rarity was covered in welts and passed out from being smothered by Applebloom.”
>Holy shit.
>No wonder Rarity hasn't been speaking to anyone.
>She's probably pissed as hell they stopped her from making sure you were dead.
“...Wasn't expecting that.”
>Not much else comes to mind, aside from sending Rainbow Dash a fruit bouquet.
>The chime comes from your phone again, and you're a bit worried with this last message.
>”Oh no, I heard the study opening up. I have to go, ttyl.”
>Sweetie Belle's probably hiding from Rarity so she can't take her phone.
>Picturing her hiding like Anne Frank in a German pizzeria displeases you greatly.
>As does her use of improper English in texting, but you have better things to worry about with her right now.
>Like the fact that you're going to find it far harder than before to actually see her.
>Or that it's your fault that Rarity has put herself through the wringer because of your blossoming relationship with her underage sister.
>The weight of this all forces you to step back and fall on your bed.
>Bed.
>Probably could do with a nap now.
>Everything's always been clearer after you've slept on it.
 
>Your rest is not long, as the chime from your phone wakes you once more.
>A new text message from Sweetie at...8:47.
>Rested for longer than you thought.
>"Anon, meet me at the school."
>School?
>This late at night?
>Not that you haven't kept her out long before, but given that she's likely by herself it isn't a safe idea.
>Well, looks like you're going on a trip.
>You grab a piece of the pre-sliced cake and head out the door.
>Mom and Pop are home, but nothing reaches them when NCIS is on.
>As easily as you slid out of the house, you slide into your car and drive off.
>While you are kind of happy about meeting up with Sweetie, you know you're going to have to get on her case for going out this late.
>Town isn't that dangerous in general, but freaky things can happen in the night around here.
>Preferably Sweetie would be nowhere near that.
>After a good 15 minutes, you arrive at the schoolgrounds.
>No other cars are here, not even the janitor's.
>She really is here alone.
"Sweetie Belle, where are you?"
>No response, but you hear the sound of the door closing.
>Janitor must have left it open.
>You're going to have a talk with her about proper safety.
>Making your way through the door, you see a shadow run a corner.
>The process repeats for a while until you come to the door to Principal Celestia's office.
>Been here a few times, that's for sure.
>As you enter, you flick on the lights and finally come face to face with your elusive target.
“Sweetie Belle, what are you doing in...Rarity?”
>”Hello, Anonymous. How are you faring this week, darling?”
>Your mind is racing with questions right now.
>Where's Sweetie Belle, why did she break into the school, what the hell is with her drinking problem?
>But the most important question of all still eludes you.
[spoiler]>Why is she dressed as Jareth?[/spoiler]
 
>”Anonymous, I'm sure there must be quite a few things you'd like to say to me, but before anything else I would like to tell you something.”
>Rarity, from somewhere you do not know, produces a few crystal balls.
>She begins to cycle them, but never takes her eyes off of you to focus on them.
>”I understand you are something of a David Bowie fan, Anonymous. It might surprise you to know that I'm a bit of a fan myself.”
>Wait, seriously?
>This is the first you're hearing of this.
>”I'm not like you however. I didn't care for his music like you do, but rather his style and commitment to innovation. Like many others in this world of ours, that man was a large inspiration to who I had come to be.”
>On a dime, Rarity ceases her movements and looks you straight in the eye.
>”I'm sure you recognize the costume and the hair, don't you? Labyrinth was a fine piece of cinema, and showed that there was more than just image and sound that comprised Bowie.”
>More spheres find their way into Rarity's hands as she resumes her mimicry.
>”Bowie never actually did this himself. There was actually a juggler who did this for him.”
>As enlightening as this is, you interject to get to the bottom of her insanity.
“Rarity, what the hell are you going on about this for?”
>Her face sours into a scowl.
>”Because Bowie was something the both of us were interested in. There's somewhere else where we intersect, however. Sweetie Belle.”
>You prepare to open your mouth, but a loud shattering and a breeze distract you.
>Looking at the wall behind you, you see a dent where Rarity has chucked one of her crystal balls.
>”Tonight is going to be the last night you see any trace of either of them, Anonymous.”
>Holy shit.
>Beforehand, it was a spur of the moment.
>Now, though, this is premeditated homicide.
>With no other option except having your skull cave in, you slam the door and run.
>The hunt is on, and you're the prey.
 
>Adrenaline pumping, you make a break down the corridor, opposite the way you came.
>You don't intend to walk into a trap she may have set for you.
>It's not like you lose her, however.
>Linoleum floors and an empty school give away your position quite easily.
>Rarity tails you without fail, and two more balls whir past you.
>The shattered remnants create a proverbial minefield, but you don't dare to stop.
>A couple shards embed themselves in your shoe, but nothing hurts enough to make you stop.
>The stairs come into view, and you make a break for them.
>You've got a plan.
>A few more balls fly past you on your way up, and your shoulder is grazed.
>Even on the stairwell, Rarity maintains her speed.
>Regardless of the closing distance between you two, you know you can get out of this.
>The door to your sanctuary stands before you.
>You burst through the door into the library.
>Grabbing the nearest book you can, you crouch below the doors.
>Rarity walks through the right door, unaware of your position.
>With you right in her blindspot, you strike her with the book in the back of her skull as hard as you can.
>The blow knocks her down, but not out.
>Crystal balls run out of her sleeves, and she tries to grab one.
>Not knowing what else to do, you grab her legs and drag her from them by force.
>Predictably, she kicks at you in an attempt to get free.
>Your grip comes loose on one, and you lose the other when she kicks your hand.
>Before she can regain her sense of balance, you jump down onto her and pin her.
>She tries to claw at you, but with the leverage you hold down her arms.
>Impotent rage flies from her mouth as she screams at you to let her go.
>No fucking way you're going to do that.
>Until she begins to stop flailing around, you keep on her.
>After a few minutes, she wears herself out.
>Rarity has run out of her rage, and has given in to crying.
>Her mascara runs as she lies beneath you.
>Maybe you can talk some sense into her now.
 
"Rarity, what the FUCK do you think you're doing?!"
>The fire in her eyes comes back.
>"I'm saving Sweetie Belle from you, you disgusting monster!"
>A sickening myriad of wine smells burn your nose through her rant.
>"You've pulled the wool over my friends, but I'm not going to be led astray a second time, you insane pedophile!”
>Insane?
>Rich, coming from the drunken, homicidal Jareth clone.
>”I'm not going to just stand by and watch you steal her purity!”
“I'm not stealing her purity!”
>The look in her eyes says she'd strangle you again if she could.
>”So, you just came to the school with the intention of being alone with my sister, and I am to believe you had no ill intent?”
“I came to make sure she was not going to get abducted in the night!”
>You bear down closer to her, barely above her face.
“What is it going to take to make you understand!?”
>Her indignant glare fades as she comes back down from her murder high.
>”Let me up.”
“What?”
>”You're crushing me, and it's hard to breathe.”
>Not willing to take the chance that you actually are hurting her, you get off of her.
>With her so close, and her balls spread around, it's nearly impossible to make a move before you catch her.
>”Why, Anonymous?”
“Why what?”
>”Why can't you just leave Sweetie Belle alone?”
>Rarity's fire is gone once again, too exhausted to keep up her wrath any longer.
“Because I love Sweetie.”
>”Sweetie Belle doesn't need your sort of sick love.”
“Then what love does she need, Rarity? The love of her absent parents? Or how about the love of her drunk sister, who left her back home to come kill me?”
>Your words cut into her, as she starts to realize what she has been doing.
“What kind of love is it to put yourself at risk of going to jail, taking away the both of us? Did you even think about what she's going to do without you around?”
 
>Rarity looks down to the floor, aware of just what she's been putting Sweetie Belle through.
"Rare, this can't keep up. Sweetie Belle needs you."
>You step closer towards Rarity.
"Do you know why I didn't tell anyone about who nearly collapsed my windpipe? Because I am not going to let you leave Sweetie Belle's life. Even if she doesn't say it, she does love you."
>Rarity tries to back away, but you keep her close to you.
"We both love you, Rarity. You're her sister and you're my friend. I care deeply for you both. When you hurt, she hurts. When either of you hurt, I hurt. The both of you look terrible when you cry."
>The fight leaves her body, as she begins to rest on you.
>"I just wanted to keep her safe."
"Damn it, Rarity, I know where you're coming from. I know none of this looks good, but you're only hurting everyone around you when you get like this."
>She's begun crying onto your shirt, just like Sweetie.
>"Anon, I just can't bear the thought of losing my sister like that. Not this soon."
>Niagra Falls takes residence on your chest, Rarity's leaking face staining you.
"Rarity, everyone grows up sometime. Sweetie's just ahead of the curve, like she's always been."
>"Why can't you just love one of the others instead? Why can't you just love me in her place?"
>Carefully, you embrace Rarity in a hug.
“You are a great person, Rarity. If any of this went differently, maybe it would have been you I fell for. But as similar as you are, there's no way to get one from the other. My heart belongs to Sweetie Belle, and that's just how it will be.”
>Waiting for a response, you notice that she's stopped moving.
>Rarity has cried herself to sleep.
>The situation makes you chuckle, as you carry her out of the library.
>All you have left to do is get her home.
>Sweetie will be glad to have both of you back in one piece, and you've no intent of denying her that.
 
>Here you are again, at Rarity's.
>You've seen more of this place than you have in the last few days than the last few months.
>Not that you aren't going to be seeing more of it.
>Opening the passenger door, you manage to wiggle Rarity out of the car.
>A short jaunt later, you carry her over your shoulder and knock on the door.
>Sure enough, Sweetie opens up.
>Her eyes light up as she sees you towering over her in the doorway.
>”Anon, you're okay!”
>The smile on her face diminishes when she sees your parcel slung over your shoulder.
>”Oh no, did Rarity-”
“It's fine, Sweetie, just help me set her on the couch.”
>Between the two of you, it's an easy enough task.
>Lying there, Rarity looks relatively peaceful.
>Makes it hard to believe that she was actively trying to murder you just a few minutes ago.
>Equally as hard to believe that she coordinated this all while more intoxicated than the whole of Ireland.
>Rarity is as skilled as she is terrifying.
>”Anon, I'm sorry.”
>Sweetie Belle looks at you crestfallen.
>”Rarity saw me before I left and-”
>You put your hand on Sweetie's head and tussle her hair.
“I'm not worried about any of that. I'm just glad you're safe and sound.”
>The bundle of cute hugs you harder than she has before.
>Feels good.
“Also, don't try to arrange clandestine meetings in the future. That's bad.”
>Sweetie looks at you with her usual baleful eyes.
>”But-”
“But nothing, Sweetie. I don't want you to possibly get yourself into trouble, legal or otherwise, on my account. Promise me you won't do that again.”
>Even though you're reprimanding her, she puts on a brave face and nods.
>”I promise, but you gotta do something for me in return.”
>Huh, this is new.
“Uh, I guess. What is it, though?”
>”Follow me.”
>Sweetie Belle skips away from you and up the stairs.
>Unsure of what else to do, you follow her lead.
>What's the worst that could happen?
 
>Once up the stairs, Sweetie Belle slinks into her room and beckons you.
>As you head into her room, you get the feeling that not everything is alright.
>Behind you, the door shuts and the lock produces a deafening click.
>Turning towards Sweetie Belle, you notice she's standing between you and the door.
>Second time tonight you have been trapped.
>You really need to be more observant.
>Clutching your hand, Sweetie leads you to her bed.
>Upon reaching your destination, she lets your hand go and sits on the edge of her bed.
>Sweetie Belle teeters back and forth between looking at you and the floor.
>With the tension in the room, you prepare to say something but are cut off by Sweetie.
>"O-okay, Anon, I wanted to...”
>Again, she's shut down.
“You wanted to what, Sweetie?”
>Mumbled sounds tickle your eardrums as she squeaks something out from under her breath.
>Can't make any of that out, though.
“Sweetie?”
>The second time is barely better, but you can definitely make out a bit of her last word.
“I can't hear you, Sweetie. You need to speak up.”
>”...want to have...”
>More of it is becoming clear.
>However, you really hope that she's not saying what you think she is.
>You request her to repeat herself once more, but you kneel down next to her.
>Down here, her words come through as clear as crystal.
>Standing up, you swallow back your apprehension and attempt confirm her statement.
“Sweetie, did you just say you want to have sex?”
>The flush of her face tells you that you heard her correctly.
>A cold sweat overtakes you as you try to think your way through this.
>In front of you, your 13 year old girlfriend is asking you to have sex with her.
>Now, you were caught between the eternal struggle that has plagued man since time immemorial.
>Do you listen to your brain and do the logical thing, or do you follow your heart?
 
>Locked in an internal struggle, you stand as a statue in front of Sweetie.
>Many times in your life you have been torn between two equally important choices, but never has it been this conflicting.
>Rarity would be completely justified in her view of you as a dastardly kiddy diddler if you actually went through with it.
>On the other hand, Sweetie Belle herself is asking you to truly cement this relationship in the realest of ways.
>The former is definitely the one that would hold more weight in a court of law, however.
>”Anon?”
>Sweetie Belle's voice pulls you back to reality.
>Her innocent gaze tugs at your heart.
>Your will to resist begins to falter.
>Goddammit, no.
>Before you completely lose control of your will, you spout out your decision.
“I'm sorry, Sweetie, but it's not the right time for us to do this.”
>Sweetie's heart brings back her crestfallen face.
>Boy, do you remember that feeling.
>The sexual rejection is not an easy one to handle the first time.
>”O-oh.”
>Little marshmallow doesn't sound any amount of pleased with your decision.
>”I just thought you would want to, because we already kissed.”
>From kissing to sex?
>Kids these days are something else.
“Sweetie, it's not that I don't want to do anything with you, but we should probably wait a little longer before this.”
>”I don't understand, though. Aren't couples supposed to do this together?”
>Oh, boy.
“Yes, Sweetie, but there's more than just how we feel. Rarity would absolutely flip if she caught us. I don't need to find out what she would do if she saw us after seeing what she did when we told her we were dating.”
>With your deliberation, she seems to accept your view.
>Until you see her eyes light up with a renewed hope.
>”If Rarity's the problem, then would everything be alright if we got her permission for it?”
 
>There goes a question you didn't expect.
"Sweetie, you know there's very little I wouldn't do for you, but the impossible is something I cannot do by definition alone."
>Defiantly, she stands up from her bed.
>It'd be cute if you didn't know she was serious.
>"It's not impossible, Anon. You're okay, so you got Rarity to calm down somehow, didn't you?"
>Somehow being the fact that you beat her with an encyclopedia about two books thick.
>"If you did that, then you can convince her with this, right?"
>Unless you knocked a couple of screws loose in her head, that is very unlikely.
"Sweetie, even if I had a genie, no amount of wishing could get her to go along with that.”
>Her arms lock around you in a hug, and she activates her puppy-dog eyes.
>”Even if it won't be easy, you could still try to convince her, right?”
“Sweetie.”
>Those eyes of hers don't relent, however.
>With enough reservations to open 50 casinos, you give a heavy sigh.
“I suppose that I can at least do that much.”
>Unsurprisingly, that adorable smile of hers comes back.
>Never will there be a time that you tire of it.
>Matter settled, you make for the door until Sweetie grabs onto your sleeve.
>”Anon, where are you going?”
>What?
“I'm going home, Sweetie. It's late and I am beyond tired.”
>”Why do you need to go home?”
>You cock your eyebrow at her question.
“That's where my bed is, Sweetie.”
>”But there's a bed right here.”
>Did she just imply what you think she did?
“Hold on, Sweetie, I-”
>”There's nothing wrong with sleeping, is there?”
>She doesn't give you the opportunity to respond before she drags you to the bed.
>”Please, stay.”
>Well, it's not like this is really illegal.
>Is it?
>The questioning stops when you feel Sweetie nestle into your body.
>Her small frame feels right as she lies next to you.
>Closing your eyes, you give in to the demand and cuddle with her.
>You hate driving at night anyway.
 
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZR4sNVMJeM
>Gentle classical rouses you from your slumber.
>Still groggy, you fumble for the source of the alarm clock producing the cliché music.
>Flailing around for the better portion of two minutes, you eventually silence it.
>After the sounds stop, you realize that you're normally awoken by the klaxon of your ancient clock.
>Realization hits you that you never went home, and spent the night sleeping in Sweetie Belle's bed.
>Clearing the crust from your eyes, you look down to see her still lost in the throes of sleep.
>It's a very relaxing scene to behold.
>Until you realize her ass is nearly glued to your morning wood.
>Deciding that the best course of action is to remove your boner from her vicinity, you furtively leave her bed and excuse yourself to the washroom.
>En route, you notice Opal walks out from the door.
>Surprised by the presence of a previously unknown person in the house, she stares at you.
“Hey, Opal.”
>Kneeling, you extend your hand to her in friendship.
>Opal brushes into your palm, then departs down the hallway.
>Pretty cool for a cat.
>With the previous occupant gone, you relieve yourself and wash away the rest of the morning filth from your face.
>Refreshed, you head down the stairs and turn your attention to the couch.
>The furniture is empty, barring Rarity's wig.
>She's likely up and about at the moment.
>Clinking from the kitchen draws your attention.
>Peeking your head in, you spot Rarity in a bathrobe with her morning face on.
>Eating a bowl of bran flakes.
>No matter how she tries to mask her disdain, you can easily tell she doesn't care for the food.
>Slipping into the kitchen, you posture yourself upright and clear your throat.
>The act garners Rarity's attention.
>Eternity passes as she looks at you without moving her body.
“Good morning, Rarity. How are you feeling?”
 
>Rarity relaxes her tensed muscles and resumes her eating.
>”My head feels like it was split open by a sledgehammer.”
>Flashing back to the events of last night, you recall that you solidly nailed her.
“Oh. Yeah. Sorry about that, Rarity.”
>Not wanting to stand around awkwardly, you move yourself to the table and have a seat.
>Rarity stares into her bowl as you sit across from her.
>”How are you feeling today, Anonymous?”
>Wow, she's actually talking to you.
>Continuing the ice-breaking, you put on a smile.
“I'm feeling well. Throat whistles a bit when I wake up, but the doctor said that it'll go away in about a week or so. All I can think about when I wake up is that the coffee is done.”
>Her face softens at your meager joke.
>Progress if there ever was.
“Um, pleasantries aside, I feel that there's still something to address. Do you remember last night, Rarity? Anything at all?”
>The spoon falls from Rarity's grasp and into the bowl.
>”...Anonymous, I must apologize to you for that. My wrath got the better of me for a while. That was truly unladylike of me.”
>She actually apologized to you.
“Don't sweat it, Rarity. Besides, I figure that after last night we've kind of evened up.”
>”I suppose so.”
>The two of you share a light chuckle, embracing the uneasy peace between the two of you.
>What you're about to do next is likely going to kill it, though.
“So, Rarity, now that you're sober and not as likely to fly at me, I have something to talk to you about.”
>Rarity looks up from her bowl at you.
>”Go ahead, darling.”
>You take a deep breath and prepare yourself.
“Last night, Sweetie Belle propositioned me to engage in sexual intercourse.”
>Any semblance of cheer has fled from Rarity's face.
“Which I declined, understanding your likely feelings on the matter. I did however promise her I would ask for your opinion on it.”
>Cold wraps around your heart from her icy stare.
“Rare?”
>”Please, continue.”
 
>She hasn't gone for you with the spoon, so that's a good sign.
“Oh, alright. After that happened, I slept on the matter and decided that it would be best to come out with it straight away.”
>”Did you sleep well in the guest room?”
“Actually, I slept in Sweetie's bed...I should not have said that, should I?”
>”The pain is greatly dulling my rage, I suggest you continue while you have the chance.”
>Every word from your mouth is driving you closer to your doom.
“My point is I'm really trying to not make the wrong choices here, Rarity, but having you against me makes all of this quite a trial.”
>Rarity closes her eyes and breathes heavily through her nose.
“...So?”
>”Absolutely not.”
>Well, you did your best.
>Her eyes open up to a half-lidded stare, and you feel the tension from before dissipate.
>”Anonymous, in these past few days I have come to accept the fact that Sweetie Belle has begun the process of making her own choices and there is little I can do to stop that. I understand that for the both of you, this has not been an easy time<!DOCTYPE HTML>
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>"HI Nonny! I have a message for you from Rarity!"
>Pinkie sticks out her chest, puts on a spiteful face and adopts a familiar yet certainly made-up accent
>"I've had it up to here with Sweetie Belle spending her evenings at the arcade, playing... "video games". When I said she needed a male role model, well, Anon isn't what I had in mind. He's so carefree. And lazy. And boyish, and reckless. Not to mention he thinks he's SO good with kids. I can make Sweetie laugh."
>Pinkie crosses her arms and huffs
>"I could make her laugh until she cried. I'm just busy. There's no time in my schedule for telling childish jokes to my sister."
>She huffs even louder
>"And what is WITH his hair? Frankly, it's embarrassing. Spending time with someone of his... standards... is undoubtedly bad for Sweetie."
>...
>"Anyway, he's waiting to pick her up at her piano lessons. Be a dear and relay this to him?"
>Pinkie spins around and walks five feet before tensing up
>"Oh, but take out all those mean things I said. We wouldn't want to hurt his feelings."
>Pinkie nods her head and beams in satisfaction with her accurate retelling
>Then her eyes bulge
 
-------------
 
>You observe Pinkie for a while, hoping for some sign of life.
>No dice on that, though.
>Regardless of how many times you wave your hand in front of her face, she does not respond.
>The sound of an opening door distracts you as a flood of young girls file out of the building next door.
>It's not long before one of them finds their way to you and glomps into you.
>"Anon, am I glad to see you!"
>You reciprocate and lift up your soon-to-be passenger.
"It's good to see you too, Sweetie Belle."
>Both of you laugh happily until Sweetie Belle catches sight of the living statue behind you.
>"Is that Pinkie Pie?"
"Uh, yeah."
>"Is she okay?"
>Truthfully, you're not certain that Pinkie would ever be able to be described as okay.
"I think she just thought a little too hard. She'll be alright once she gets home. Should probably not leave her out here, though."
>Putting down your young companion, you open up the door and load Pinkie into the backseat.
>"Hey, Anon?"
"Yes, Sweetie?"
>"Where am I going to sit now?"
>Oh shit, you didn't really think about that.
>There's no real other place to put Pinkie, however.
"Well, I guess you'll have to sit in the front seat today."
>Her eyes go wide at your revelation.
>"You mean it?"
"Sure, why not."
>Before you know it, she's already buckled up and fidgeting in her seat with glee.
>Girl really doesn't get much fun without you.
>Joining her in the car, you strap in and start up your Aztec.
>After pulling out of your parking spot, your mind drifts to the words Pinkie Pie had put into your mind.
>Rarity's always been a bit of a fussy character, but does she really think so little of you?
>You'll admit you're not the greatest role model in the world, but everyone has their faults.
>The car comes to a stop as you hit a traffic jam.
>There's a large amount of jam on the road, and a few crunched cars ahead of you.
>Looks like you'll be here for a bit.
 
>"Oh no, are we stuck?"
"Looks like it, little buddy."
>"If we stay here, we're not going to make it to the arcade in time to clear House of the Dead."
>Aw, crap.
>Here come the waterworks.
>She really does only get the time she's with you to actually get out from her rigid schedule.
>Stealing a quick glance in your rearview, you see that no one has yet gotten behind you.
>Taking a deep breath, you slowly perform an illegal u-turn and decide to head off from your usual route.
>You'll make it to the arcade now with plenty of time to spare.
>Sweetie Belle tugs on your shirt to catch your attention.
>"Hey, Anon?"
"Yes, Sweetie?"
>"Wasn't that...illegal?"
"...Kinda. Please don't tell your sister that I did that, though."
>She laughs as she zips her lips and smiles at you.
>It's cute and worrying at the same time.
>Part of you is actually starting to think that maybe Rarity isn't completely in the wrong.
>"Anon, what's wrong?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
>"Is it because you're concerned about what you did?"
"No, it's not that. I'm just thinking about stuff, Sweetie."
>"What stuff?"
>You take your eyes off the road for a split second and notice she's looking a bit down.
>Giving a sigh, you work up the courage to ask her the question that's burning at the back of your mind.
"Sweetie, do you think I'm a...bad influence?"
>Even though you're not looking at her, you can feel the negative vibes coming off of her something fierce.
>"...Did Rarity tell you that?"
"No. Well, not directly. Pinkie did."
>"Well, it's not true. You're the only person who lets me have any fun. If anything, Rarity's the one who's bad for me."
>Tapping your fingers on the wheel, you try to find the best words to get the real brunt of Rarity's message off of your chest.
"There's a bit more to it than just that, Sweetie. Rarity thinks that I probably shouldn't be spending as much time with you."
>"WHAT!"
>Her voice cracks as she squeaks out a fairly ear-shattering disapproval.
 
>"B-but that's not fair! Rarity always does this! Anytime I find someone who actually lets me do something I want to do, she takes them away from me!"
>Dammit, you knew she wasn't going to take this well.
>The sniffling is a dead giveaway at how she feels right now.
"Sweetie, I know you don't like the idea of not being able to hang out with me anymore, but that's just the way its going to have to be, kiddo."
>"I don't want it to be like that! Applebloom and Scootaloo are cool and all, but neither of them will take me to the movies or make me laugh like you do! Why does it have to be like this?"
>Both of you don't like the reality of the situation.
>It's very likely that after today, you're not going to see her for a while.
>The thought process in your head is cut off by someone running a red and nearly taking your fender off.
>You catch the license plate and recognize it as Flash's.
>Dude's not bad, but he can't drive worth a damn.
>Probably in a rush to get more beer for his dumb forest party.
>An idea gets into your head at the revelation.
"Sweetie, I know it's not an easy thing to digest. However, we've still got a while to go before we actually need to head back."
>Without a bit of hesitation, you turn right and head straight down the avenue.
>"This isn't the way to the arcade. Where are we going?"
"To Flash's party."
>"Huh?"
"I figure since Rarity thinks I'm already a bad influence and corrupting you, this will only be a drop in the bucket."
>"You mean it?!"
>The adorable munchkin beside you can't contain her excitement as she lets out a little scream.
>"I can't believe it, I'm going to a real high school party!"
>Her mouth shoots off at a mile a minute at what she's going to do at the party.
>Some part of you recognizes that this is likely a bad idea and the worst decision you've ever made, but you'll be damned before you let Sweetie Belle wallow in sadness.
>To hell with ethical implications, it's party time.
 
>About an hour passes before you make it to your destination.
>The car has barely come to a full stop as Sweetie hops out of the car and takes in the sight before her.
>Following suit, you take notice of how populous the party has become.
>At least there's no shortage of people for you to meet up with.
>"Anon, come on! Let's go have fun!"
>Sweetie takes you by the arm and leads you into the thick of it.
>The party is definitely a lot more organized than you were lead to believe initially.
>There's multiple food booths, a live performance, and pin the tail on the donkey.
>How the hell did Flash pull this together?
>"Anon, what should we do first?"
>A familiar sound comes from your gut as your nose catches wind of churros.
"We gotta fuel up for our adventure, right?"
>Sweetie nods in agreement as you head over to the churro booth.
>The line is surprisingly short as the two of you snag a pack of churros in no time.
>Munching away at the sweets, you and Sweetie laugh as the sugar and cinnamon cover you enough to turn you both into churros.
>It may be the last time you see that smile, but that doesn't mean you aren't going to enjoy every last second you have with it.
>"Oh, Anon, let's go watch the band!"
>With the two of you still mid-snacking on your last churro, Sweetie leads you to the stage.
>Girl's high on sugar and life, least you can do is let her get it out of her system.
 
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djV11Xbc914
>It looks like everyone's digging the music so far.
>You gotta admit, you've always had a soft spot for new wave.
>A few of the people in the crowd have already begun to dance to the music.
>The rhythm flows through you as you begin to tap your foot in time with the beat.
>Sweetie's begun to feel it as well.
>She gives you a pleading look as she starts to sway.
"Sweetie, no, you know I can't dance."
>Her puppy-dog eyes grow ever larger.
>You swear she knows how to play you like a damn kazoo.
>Ceding to her whims, you groan before you begin to move alongside her.
>Pretty soon, the both of you are into the swing of things.
>Seeing the two of you gives more of the crowd the confidence to dance as well.
>The whole area turns into a dance floor , with you and Sweetie caught in the middle.
>Eventually your inability to dance catches up with you, causing you to fall and take your partner with you.
>Upon seeing the mess the two of you are, you both laugh and pick yourselves up.
>"That was fun, Anon."
"Yeah, it was. Still can't dance to save my life, though."
>The two of you laugh at your shortcomings in the dancing department.
>"I'm a little thirsty, Anon."
"I think there's a punch booth three booths down from the churros. Now's as good a time as any to get something."
>Parched from your moving and shaking, you sojourn to acquire refreshments.
>Oddly enough the punch is deserted.
>A look at the sign tells you why.
"Watermelon punch. Disgusting."
>"What's wrong with it?"
>Before you can explain the many things wrong with the crime against beverages, Sweetie Belle has already helped herself to a cup.
>"I don't get it. Tastes fine to me."
>You shake your head in shame.
>Poor girl is too young to know any better.
>Really wish you had something to wet your whistle, though.
>The shirt tugging has come back with a vengeance.
>Sweetie Belle drags you off further behind the treeline, leading you far away from the actual party.
 
"What's going on here, Sweetie?"
>After you hear the sounds of the party completely disappear, Sweetie lets go of your sleeve and plops down next to a large oak.
>Taking a seat beside her, you look off into the distance at the untamed wild before you.
>"...Anon, this was really fun, and I appreciate that you'd do this for me. But I know that this is only so I'm not so upset when you...leave."
>There's not a single thing you can say that will disprove her statement.
>It's all true.
"Can't get anything past you, can I? Yeah, that's pretty much why we're here. I know you don't get as much out of life as you probably should, what with Rarity bearing down on you all the time."
>"I don't, and it sucks. Rarity gets to go out all the time and chum around with all the boys and I can't do anything! There's no justice in it, I tell ya."
"I know it's not really fair, but Rarity does want what's best for you, in her own way. Just doesn't include me is all."
>Sweetie frowns as she fiddles around with her punch.
>"I don't want to stop having days like this."
"It's just not up to me, Sweetie."
>Both of you sit in silence until you see the woods begin to light up with the presence of fireflies.
>Sweetie Belle smiles as they gather around you both, losing sight of her sadness in the splendor of the night.
>
>It's been a good while the two of you have sat out here.
>Fireflies abound, lighting up the woods bright enough to dispel any darkness.
>Rarity's probably pissed as hell right now.
>Fuck it, you only care about Sweetie Belle's last good day right now.
>Suddenly, you see Fluttershy and a few other girls meandering through the woods stark naked.
>After observing the acid-fueled girls, you decide it's at least time to bail from the woods.
"Sweetie, let's head back to the main area."
>Standing, you realize just how tiff you were from sitting down that long.
>Your ward doesn't take as gracefully to her feet.
>Concerned, you help her up.
"Sweetie, is something wrong?"
 
>Sweetie Belle groans a little as she begins to right yourself.
>"Anon, something doesn't feel too good."
>A smell tickles your nose when Sweetie Belle speaks.
>You take hold of the cup and taste it.
>Aside from the horrible taste of watermelon punch, you recognize something else.
>Stoicism takes hold of your face as you realize just what was in that punch.
>Rarity may have actually been right about you being a bad influence now, because you just let Sweetie drink almost an entire cup of spiked punch.
>"Anon, it's hard to stand."
"It's alright, buddy. Just take my hand."
>Taking her small hand in your own, you begin to lead her the long way around the party.
>Last thing you need right now is for anyone to see you walking out of the woods with a drunken 13 year-old.
>Boy, this really went from zero to fucked fast.
>Glancing at your pal, you can see that aside from her inebriation, nothing else is wrong with her.
>She starts to slow down, however.
>Her face is red as a beet for some reason.
>"A-Anon, I..."
>Sweetie starts trying to pull her shirt down, covering her shame.
>Oh hell.
>You press onward with Sweetie and hit your parking spot.
>Loading her into the passenger seat, you buckle her in tightly and pray that you don't get stopped by the cops today.
>As you begin to drive off, your heart and your mind begin to race.
>Not only have you kept Sweetie way past her curfew, but you have also managed to get her hammered and covered in her own urine.
>The goofing is real tonight.
>When Rarity sees what you've done to her sister you won't have to worry about going to jail for the multiple laws you've violated today, because in all likeliness she's going to strangle you with a cardigan while turning you into a pincushion.
>You've already run about 7 red lights, way past the speed limit.
>Thankfully, the police in this town are as sparse and inept as usual and your shenanigans don't result in you getting caught.
 
>Sweetie just quietly sits next to you as she stews in her embarrassment.
>Your chest tightens as you feel Sweetie's pain.
>After running a couple more red lights, and using Twist as a speed bump, you arrive at Rarity's house.
>Strangest thing is Rarity doesn't have her car in the driveway, and the lights in the house aren't on.
>Carrying Sweetie from the car, you hear none of the telltale signs of habitation in the house.
>Retrieving the hidden key from the hidden compartment in the front door, you open it and flick on the lights.
>Much to your surprise, Rarity really isn't here.
>Guilt's crushing weight has been lifted from your heart as you don't have to necessarily let Rarity see her sister like this now.
>First priority is to get her cleaned up.
>Sweetie Belle seems to be coming around a bit more.
"Hey, Sweetie, we're gonna need to get you cleaned up."
>She meekly nods as you herd her into the bathroom.
>You shut the door after depositing her into the bathroom.
>With any luck, you can get her cleaned up befo-
>Knocking interrupts your thought process as you her Sweetie's voice coming through the door.
>"Anon, I need help."
>Oh no.
>Swallowing down your misgivings, you head into the bathroom.
>Sweetie's clothes are just stuck halfway on her.
>Guess she's still too out of it to be trusted to do things on her own.
>"Anon, please help me get these off, it's cold and damp."
>In any other situation, you would be pleased to help a girl remove her clothes.
>But not right now.
 
>Resisting the urge to scream right now, you gently peel off Sweetie's clothing.
>Her shirt comes off easily enough and she luckily isn't wearing a bra.
>Wait, that came out wrong.
>Bah, nevermind that, you still have to get her cleaned up.
>Moving onto her lower half, you unzip her shorts and remove them as carefully as you can, avoiding being anywhere but her outer thighs.
>With that out of your way all that's left is her...unmentionables.
>Closing your eyes, you make a swift motion and take them off with ease.
>After that, you turn on the shower and set it to lukewarm.
>Mission accomplished, you turn around to avoid seeing anything more than you needed to.
"Alright, I'll be outside if you need anything else."
>The door slams shut behind you, as you walk over to the couch and slump down onto it.
>At least if Rarity comes home now, you know you're not going to get yelled at.
>Still, this went way further than you expected it to.
>Maybe you really are bad for Sweetie Belle.
>...Hold on a moment, the only reason this all happened was because of Rarity.
>She kickstarted this whole situation in the first place.
>Yeah, that's it.
>Just gotta blame Rarity.
>The shower stops running and you hear Sweetie Belle stepping out of the shower.
>No clattering or thumps gives you relief in the knowledge that she hasn't fallen down yet.
>Sweetie Belle comes out of the shower shortly after, wrapped in her towel.
>You may just get away with this yet.
 
>Shooting up from the couch, you head into the kitchen and open the cupboards.
>Taking out two glasses, you turn on the faucet and fill them.
>Glasses full, you grab a few slices of bread and set them on a plate.
>Materials in hand, you head back into the living room.
"Sweetie Belle, drink this water and eat this bread. It's not going to immediately sober you up, but you're not going to wake up hungover with this."
>Sweetie takes it into her arms as you pass it off.
>Paranoid, you peer out the window and scan for signs of Rarity.
>Still nothing.
>It's not like her to take this long.
>You hope she's alright.
>The clinking of the dishes in the sink catches your attention.
>Turning around, you see Sweetie Belle coming out of the kitchen.
>Well, that's taken care of.
>You walk over to Sweetie and take her by the hand, leading her to her room.
>No way you're letting her go up stairs alone.
>Things go well until her towel falls off midway.
>Forget it, you'll pick it up when you come back down.
>Kicking the door open, you shuffle the little drunkard onto her bed and exit the room quietly.
>You briskly jaunt down the stairs in an effort to put everything the way it should be.
>It takes some doing, but you get the house close enough to pristine.
>Without a moment to spare, as you hear the jingling of keys at the front door.
>Hopping onto the couch, you sit patiently as you watch Rarity open the door.
>She walks in slowly, and then you notice she's covered in dried jam and clutching a roll of cloth.
>Her gaze meets yours as she closes the door behind her.
>"Anonymous? Why are you in here?"
 
>As you're about to explain how everything is Rarity's fault, the phone rings next to her.
>Rarity grabs hold of the vibrating menace and turns away from you.
>"Hello, this is Rarity. To whom am I speaking?
Come again? When? What do you mean you haven't seen them in hours?"
>Drama queen groans as she tosses the cloth to the wayside and moves her hair back into its usual position.
>"Alright, I'll be there soon. Ciao, darling."
>She sets down the phone and rights herself.
"Hey, Rarara, what's going on?"
>"I've told you not to call me that, numerous times. If you must know, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie have both gone missing. The girls are organizing a search party, and I need to go help find them."
"What about Sweetie Belle?"
>The look of annoyance turns to one of defeat as she realizes the exact predicament she is in.
>"In my...excitement today, I had forgotten that Sweetie Belle was here. Oh, goodness, now I have to find someone to look after Sweetie Belle."
"I'll do it."
>Coldly, she stares at you, nonplussed.
>"Anonymous, this is no time for jokes."
"Not a joke. I'm already here, so why not? It's not like you were here watching her for the hours you were flat out gone."
>Those words strike a chord and you see her taken aback by your criticism.
>"I was held up in business."
"Is that why you're covered in jam?"
>"That's an entirely different story."
"So, why a-"
>"Nevermind that, I don't have the time to be regaling you with stories."
"She's already eaten, taken a shower and is likely asleep by now. I've already been here for a few hours, so watching her until you get back's no problem."
>Keeping this straight face is killing you, but you only need a few more seconds to bullshit your way out of this.
 
>"Anonymous, I'm not certain about this."
"Rare, I know you think I'm a bit of a screw-up and I will admit I have my faults, but I'm not going to let Sweetie Belle be all alone here, and you need to go find Fluttershy."
>"Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie."
"Pinkie Pie's fine. She's in the back of my car. I was planning on taking her home after you came back, but you never did."
>"Why is she-"
"Pinkie Pie. That's why."
>You've disarmed her by now.
>Time to bring it home.
"You don't need to worry, just go find Fluttershy."
>Stunned, she slowly walks out the door again.
>Before she's out of earshot, you cup your hands and prepare to shout.
"Check the woods!"
>"What? Why?"
"Don't worry about it!"
>Unsure of how to respond, she gets into her apparently dinged up car and drives off.
>You close the door and walk back to the couch.
>Exhaustion forces you to collapse onto the couch.
>Today was a very stressful day.
 
>Seven hours later, you come to.
>You're still in Rarity's house and not in jail.
>Everything went better than you expected.
>Bit worrying that you're still here and haven't been kicked out by Rarity yet.
>Hunger sets in and drives you to seek out food.
>Generous soul that she is, Rarity won't mind if you help yourself to a bowl of cereal.
>Taking stock of the inventory in the cereal cupboard, you see bran flakes.
>Bran flakes and nothing else.
>Never before have you understood how horrible this house is for a child.
>If you put in enough sugar, maybe you won't notice.
>Going through the motions, you set yourself up with a substantial bowl of bran flakes.
>Taking a bite, you realize just how futile your sweetening endeavor is.
>Not wanting to waste the food, you soldier on through the horror of the bran flakes.
>Nothing about this was a good decision.
>"Rarity, are you trying to pretend to like that cereal again?"
>It seems Sweetie Belle is finally up.
>She walks into the kitchen and-
>Oh dear Neptune, she's naked.
>"Anon! What are you doing here?!"
>Having enough of the view, you put your face into the bran flakes.
>Beats eating them.
"Sweetie Belle, why are you still naked?"
>"I always walk around like this when it's just me and Rarity."
>That's pretty hot.
>Dammit, boner, not now.
>Come on, admit it.
>Ignoring your erection, you clear your throat and steel your resolve.
"Sweetie Belle, please put on some clothes?"
>"Where's Rarity?"
"You're not making this easy for me."
 
>"Does she know about the party?"
"No."
>"Did she...say anything about you?"
"No, Sweetie."
>"Are you going to just stay there until you drown?"
"That's entirely dependent on you."
>"Anon, this is silly. You don't need to cover your eyes. You kind of already saw everything, didn't you?"
>Submerged as they are, your eyebrows displace the contents of the bowl as your eyes widen.
"Sweetie, how much of last night do you remember?"
>"Um, I'd say most of it."
"I don't think I need to tell you that telling anyone about that's going to land both of us in hot water."
>"Anon, are you mad at me?"
"Why would you think that?"
>"Because you could've gotten in big trouble all because of me."
>Aw geez.
"Sweetie, nothing that happened yesterday was your fault."
>"Really?"
"Yes. It was Rarity's fault."
>"Rarity's fault?"
"Don't question it, just roll with it, Sweetie."
>Even though you can't see her, her feet patter on the tile until she's standing next to you.
>"Anon, look at me."
"I'm fine with the cereal."
>"Anon, please."
>Against your better judgement you look up from your bowl and at Sweetie Belle.
>Trying her best to acquiesce to your request, she has put her arms in such a position to cover herself slightly.
>This is only marginally better.
>"Anon, I know that things didn't go exactly like you wanted, but I'm still glad that I got to go. Thank you."
>Arms wrap around you in a friendly embrace.
>Reflexively, you reciprocate her gesture.
>Unfortunately, due to height difference, your gaze drifts downward and you catch sight of her ass.
>Even as young as she is, she's still had some fair development.
>The event takes you off of your usual guard and your loins stir.
>Damn you, bovine growth hormone!
>Sweetie Belle gasps in surprise as she feels your bulge begin to protrude.
>She backs off slightly and observes the object in question.
>Her porcelain skin turns redder than an apple as she realize what she has caused.
 
>"A-Anon?"
>Sweetie Belle looks at you, not sure of how to proceed.
>Bro, you know what you need to do.
>Denim is no match for your dong, as it begins to expand rapidly.
>Boner, no!
>Boner, yes!
>Your manhood has taken on a mind all its own, no longer constrained by your will.
>Jail may still be in your future.
>As you prepare for a tactical retreat, Sweetie Belle takes the initiative and places her lithe hand right on your crotch.
>Shock of this magnitude would have felled a lesser man.
"Sweetie Belle."
>Her eyes wander back towards your erection.
"What are you doing."
>Fingers tighten around your zipper.
>"Sweetie!"
>Teeth coming undone, you know that it is not long before you have completely turned the corner.
>"Stop!"
>It has been too late, the deed is done.
>After 10000 hours, your dick has been freed by a maiden once more.
>Any remaining innocence Sweetie Belle held is now gone.
>Mesmerized by your true form, she stands motionless.
>Mere centimeters separate you from her body.
>Abruptly, the sounds of a car pulling into the driveway knock the both of you out of your standoff.
>Never before have you seen how fast Sweetie Belle can actually run.
>As the door opens, you realize your predicament as the wind brushes against your exposed self.
 
>There's no way that you're fitting back into your pants anytime soon.
>Unwilling to be caught with your pants down, you scurry to the sink and dump the bran flakes down the garbage disposal.
>If you pretend to be cleaning dishes, you'll buy yourself enough time.
>"Rarity, I'm so sorry."
>"For the last time, Fluttershy, it's alright."
>Fluttershy's here?
>Why is Flutter shy here?
>"But you still seem so upset about the...Anon?"
"Oh, hello ladies. Don''t mind me, I'm just doing the dishes."
>Given that they're not screaming means you're thankfully obscured from their view.
>"Anonymous, why are you doing dishes?"
"Well I can't leave the dishes dirty. Proper sanitation is important to the well-being of a household."
>Rarity actually buys your baloney.
>Sweet.
"So, how was the search?"
>Sourness claims Rarity's visage, obviously perturbed by the thought of last night.
>"As you can see, we found Fluttershy. However, it was not until after she had apparently co-founded a pagan fertility cult while under the influence of illicit substances."
>"I didn't mean to-"
>Fluttershy's lips are silenced by Rarity's finger as she continues her rant.
>"After trying to get her to come back to her senses, she ordered her other cultists to apprehend us and intended to sacrifice Applejack to her heathen forest gods."
>Fluttershy once again tries to interject, but Rarity maintains her forced silence.
>"Through a series of sordid and unmentionable acts, we eventually escaped and brought her back home. Applejack however ended up pregnant with a pear tree and she's not taking it well."
>Well, you can safely say that you're no longer in any danger of them seeing your johnson.
"That's...something."
>"Yes, it was."
>Rarity turns her attention away from you, towards Fluttershy.
>"Darling, if you would be so kind as to please go home, Anonymous and I have something important to discuss."
>"Oh, alright. Bye, Anon."
>"And stay away from Applejack for at least another two weeks."
 
>The both of you watch as she scuttles her way out of the house, staring at the ground.
>"Now that we're alone, there is something I would like to discuss with you, Anonymous. Let us adjourn to my study."
>As she walks, you zip yourself as silently as possible.
>Two situations handled, one to go.
>Following behind Rarity, you observe the house as you walk down the corridor.
>Most of it looks untouched.
>Guess those rumors about Rarity's parents not being around much are true.
>When you reach the door, she ushers you into a seat and sits across from you in a disturbing throne made of mannequin limbs.
>All this fashion is likely warping her mind.
>"Anonymous, you've likely already guessed why you are here. Therefore I shall skip the pleasantries and get to the heart of the matter."
>Here it comes.
>There was a point when this had to occur, and you know now that it really is going to happen.
>"Anonymous, I believe that you well and truly are not a good influence on Sweetie Belle. Your crassness, your manner of dress, and your predilection for junkfood are all things that I believe that Sweetie Belle would be better off without."
"Rarity, I-"
>"Please don't interrupt a lady until she has concluded her thought. As I was saying, no self-respecting elder sibling would allow such a delinquent around."
>Her words pierce through your heart.
>Even though you knew it was going to happen, that didn't make this any easier.
>"Which is why it pains me to say...that I was wrong."
>Hold on.
>Did you hear her correctly?"
"What was that, Rarity?"
>"I was wrong, Anonymous. Dead wrong. Yesterday showed me that you're not some run of the mill brigand, but a gentleman in tarnished cloth. While Applejack's purity was stolen from her in front of my eyes, and I believed that it was the end for us all, I realized just how terribly I had neglected the loving that Sweetie Belle truly needed, just like our well-meaning parents, bless their hearts."
 
>Rarity ascends from her throne of madness, and takes your hands into hers.
>"Yesterday showed me that you truly cared about Sweetie Belle's well-being as much as I did. If you were as bad as I had believed you to be, you would have left her by her lonesome in a house without someone to make sure she was safe. I must admit, I'm a tad envious that she's found herself such a caring individual to look out for her. I wish that I had that same opportunity as a child."
"Rarity, you're like three years older than her."
>"The onset of pubescence is a very important developmental time in a girl's life. Seeing her so happy, and knowing she's got someone virtuous aside from myself to depend on takes the weight off of my shoulders."
"So you mean that you're not going to kick me out of Sweetie Belle's life?"
>"Yes, Anonymous."
"Rarity, I'm sorry."
>"For what, darling?"
>Out of sheer joy, you jump from your seat and hug Rarity like a smiling tard.
>You see where Sweetie Belle's blush comes from as she awkwardly chuckles at your emotional outburst.
>"Please, Anonymous, you're getting me all flustered~"
>Setting her down, you try to center yourself emotionally once again.
"Sorry, it was just a lot to handle at once. I can't wait to tell Sweetie Belle!"
>Not stopping to look back at Rarity, you make for the living room.
>Cupping your hands, you shout as happily as you can.
"Sweetie Belle, Rarity says it's still cool to hang out with you."
>The clamor inside her room tells you that she's flabbergasted by the news.
>Sweetie Belle comes out of her room with a mile-wide smile.
>"Really?! I can still hang out with you?!"
>You nod affirmatively, and she rushes downstairs to give you a hug.
>"Let's go get milkshakes to celebrate!"
>Typical Sweetie Belle, always in the mood for sweets.
>But a milkshake does sound good right now.
>She sticks to you like glue as you head out for a fun morning.
>Something's still bothering you in the back of your mind, but that can wait for now.
 
>Dry pop music fills your ears as you and Sweetie Belle work your way through your shakes.
>Food courts are usually highly populated, but this early in the morning the only ones around are the occasional janitor and Stu, the resident mall pigeon.
>Blissfully wrapped up in her own world, Sweetie Belle sips on her vanilla bean milkshake.
>Can't understand why someone would choose vanilla over butterscotch, but to each their own.
>This is good, though.
>Just you and Sweetie Belle together again.
>How it used to be before yesterday.
>Like nothing ever happened.
>...
>You can't keep pretending everything's the same as it used to be.
>Deep down, you know that what happened yesterday isn't just going to go away if you just ignore it.
>Sweetie Belle hasn't brought any of it up either, but you know she's trying to mask it with her usual cheery disposition.
>Knowing her for as long as you have, both of you have a good sense on how the other thinks.
>You've got to get it off of your chest, regardless of how badly you want to sweep it under the rug.
"Sweetie Belle."
>Her eyes move from the milkshake to you after hearing her name.
>"Yes, Anon?"
"I wanted to talk to you about..."
>"...about what?"
>Huh.
>When did your throat dry out?
>Boy, that's the weirdest thing.
"About...about..."
>Subconsciously, you go back to your milkshake to wet your whistle.
>Why is your mouth so dry.
>All you want to do it talk to Sweetie Belle.
>"Anon?"
>Unable to parse out the true message you want to convey, your backup phrase falls out of your mouth like spaghetti from a pocket.
"The arcade. We should go to the arcade and play a few rounds like always."
>"Sounds fun, Anon!"
>Please, just tell her.
>Come on mouth, you can do it.
>"Let's finish up our milkshakes in the car, Anon."
>Autopilot engages as you walk alongside Sweetie Belle to the parking lot.
>Words are exchanged, but it's not really you talking.
>The two of you enter the car, and drive off.
 
>Behind you, the mall slips further and further out of sight.
>Not a single word that you want to say comes out yet.
>You know it's not that hard to actually talk.
>Just say it.
"When's your piano recital, Sweetie?"
>"A couple weeks from now."
>Try harder, damn you.
>Don't pussyfoot around it.
"Maybe you could bug Rarity to make you a new dress for the occasion."
>"Ha, very funny, you know she'd make me one before I could even ask her."
>Goddammit, you need to just say it.
>It's nine words, that's it.
>The exit is coming up
>What's it going to be?
>Your arms shake on the steering wheel.
>Take that turn, and you'll never own up to your actions.
>Sweetie Belle once again chatters about nothing in particular, as the exit gets ever closer.
>Your arms move to make the turn and-
>"OHMYGODNONNYIMSORRYISAIDTHATPLEASEFORGIVEMEANDDONTTELLRARITYTHATIGOOFED!"
>Holy shit, you forgot that Pinkie Pie was even in the back of the Aztec.
>Both you and Sweetie scream in surprise.
>Shock locks your arms straight and you miss the turn.
"Holy shit, Pinkie, don't just yell in the car!"
>Frantic apologies are thrown into your ear from the backseat as Pinkie Pie cries up a storm behind you.
>Sweetie Belle is hyperventilating from the outburst still.
>And you didn't take the turn.
>Taking this road straight just leads out of town.
>You could make a highly illegal u-turn again and puss out.
>But you don't.
>You're done being a fucking coward.
>Pinkie Pie is consoling Sweetie Belle, neither of them observing where you're going.
>After twenty minutes, you're at the edge of the city limits, and you drive off towards the hill near you.
>Having finally calmed themselves down, the two girls in your entourage question where they are.
>The only response that they get is your silence.
>You gently stop at the edge of the dirt and turn off the car.
>"Anon, why are we here? We could have gotten back to town two stops ago."
"I have to do something, Pinkie Pie."
 
>Stepping out of the car, you motion for Sweetie Belle to come out of the car.
>She steps out as well, and stand next to you.
>Pinkie Pie stares at the both of you, childlocked into the backseat.
>Stepping away from the car, you and Sweetie near the cliff.
>Courage like this isn't going to be wasted.
>This time you will get past your fear.
>Stopping before you reach the actual cliff, you sit down and rest on your hands.
>Sweetie Belle sits on her knees as she looks warily at you.
>"...why are we here, anon?"
>Her voice is barely a whisper.
>It hurts to even hear her like that.
"Sweetie Belle, we need to talk about your actions."
>Understanding where this conversation is going, she looks down to the ground.
>"What actions?"
"Earlier today. In the kitchen."
>The cracking voice from yesterday comes back in full force.
>"I didn't mean to walk in naked!"
"Wasn't talking about that Sweetie Belle."
>"...I...I was just curious about what one looked like."
"They teach sex ed in the seventh grade here, Sweetie. I know you already know what they look like."
>Embarrassed as an under-dressed party-goer at a black tie formal, she hides behind her two-toned hair.
"Sweetie Belle, please answer me honestly: why did you do that?"
>"...I thought that's what people were supposed to do in that situation."
"Situation?"
>"You know...that."
>No way.
>It's not that.
>Wholeheartedly, you refuse to accept that she meant what you think she meant.
"Sweetie Belle."
>She's barely peeking from behind her hair at this point.
>"yes?"
>Never thought you'd ask her this question.
>Then again, a lot of things you never thought of happened in the last 24 hours.
"Do you like me?"
>Coming out from her hair more, she seems more sure of herself at this point.
>"Of course I like you, Anon. You're my friend."
"No, Sweetie. I mean do you like me as more than just a friend."
>"Anon, please don't ask me that."
"Sweetie Belle, do you or do you not have romantic feelings for me."
 
>Even without looking at her, you can tell she's close to tears.
>"Anon, this isn't funny."
"Sweetie Belle."
>"Anon, stop."
"Answer the question."
>"I don't want to answer the question!"
"SWEETIE BELLE!"
>"YES! I LIKE YOU THAT WAY! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR!"
>Neither of you have ever raised your voice like that to each other before.
>Sweetie Belle is fully out of her hair, staring right at you.
>Her eyes are letting loose a torrent of tears, her face contorted in frustration and doubt.
>"I do, Anon, I really do."
"Fuck."
>That's all you can muster to say in front of Sweetie Belle.
>Banging comes from behind the two of you as Pinkie Pie tries to force her way out of the car.
>Your silence only further distresses Sweetie Belle.
>"Do you hate me now?"
>Not knowing what else to do, you put your arm around Sweetie Belle.
>Her blush comes back as she feels you against her.
"No, I don't hate you, Sweetie. I just didn't expect this answer, that's all."
>"...Do you?"
"Like you?"
>The mess of emotion beside you nods affirmatively.
"If I'm going to be honest, I'd say I do."
>Both of your heartbeats are strong enough now that you feel them through each other.
>Through your peripheral vision, you Sweetie Belle turn towards you.
>Instinctively, you turn to meet her gaze.
>Damn it all.
>Why does she have to be so cute.
>Her face inches ever closer to yours.
>Lips pursed and eyes closed, she moves to meet your own.
>Fuck.
>FUCK.
>FUCK!
>You turn your head and look back towards the cliff.
>Sweetie Belle places her peck upon your cheek, unaware that you turned.
>When she opens her eyes again, she's stunned beyond belief.
>"Anon?"
"Sweetie, I can't let this go any further."
>The light goes out in her eyes, and you swear you hear her heart shattering.
>You have the distinct feeling that you just goofed hard.
 
>Sweetie Belle crumples into a heap on your chest, sobbing into your shirt.
>"Why? Why, Anon?"
"Sweetie, it wouldn't work out."
>Her face leaking so profusely, she can barely choke out her words.
>"B-but you said that you liked me."
"I did, and I do."
>"Then why?"
"It's a bunch of things."
>Sweetie Belle manages to get herself to stop crying enough to clearly communicate.
>"Is it because I'm not pretty like Rarity? I know I'm not like her, and I don't have boobs like Applebloom or lips like Scootaloo, but-"
"It's not a matter of what your body is like, Sweetie. If that were the case, your eyes alone would win me over."
>Still can't believe that you're speaking this way to someone 5 years younger than you.
>"Then why?"
"You're too young, and Rarity would completely lose all trust in me, not to mention she'd likely kill me if she ever found out."
>"I won't tell her!"
>Without another word, you walk back to the car and seat yourself once more.
>Sweetie Belle stares back at the car, flabbergasted that you just up and left.
>Pinkie Pie fidgets uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of exactly what has conspired.
>While it takes some time, she does relent and shuffles back to the car taking a seat in the back.
>Everyone sits in silence and you start the engine back up.
>Kicking up a bit of dust, you leave the cliff behind.
>The ride back is far calmer than the ride here.
>Sweetie Belle sits dejected next to Pinkie Pie.
>Pinkie Pie is trying to talk to Sweetie Belle in hushed whispers, but as far as you can tell she doesn't say much back.
>Eventually, she looks up and straight into the rearview mirror.
>"Anon, will you take me to the arcade?
>After all this time, she still wants to go?
>You're not going to deny her the opportunity, seeing how you came down fairly hard on her today.
>Having a break from the drama today would benefit the both of you.
 
>Sweetie Belle and Pinkie Pie continue to whisper to each other while you make your way towards the arcade.
>Pinkie Pie can talk the depression out of anyone, you swear.
>Before you know it, you see the arcade in all its splendor.
>The Entertainment Industrial Complex.
>A handful of a name, but it's the largest arcade in the country.
>Damn thing even has a rockwall, skating rink and karaoke parlor built into it.
>If only they sold proper food in here.
>Taking advantage of the first parking spot you find, you gently roll in and step out.
>You open the left backdoor and watch Sweetie step out from it.
>Pinkie tries her best to get out, but her legs have become noodles from being frozen for so long.
>You and Sweetie leave her behind as you walk into the giant building.
>Like a snowstorm, the air conditioning hits you hard when you step in.
>It reminds you of a simpler time.
"So, Sweetie, what do you want to play? Blazing Cabbies? Feline Fighters XIIII? Dance Pants Evolution Xtreme 5: Dance Harder - Featuring Dante from the Devil May Cry Series? "
>As if you said nothing at all, she walks past all of your usual games.
>Is she going to the skating kiosk?
>No, she passed that by as well.
>The only thing left over there's the karaoke parlor.
>...She wouldn't.
>Walking at a brisk pace, you catch up to her quickly.
>The place is fairly packed since it's Saturday, but she pushes past the crowd and walks into the nearly empty parlor.
>Showing the attendant her season passcard you bought her for her birthday, she walks right onto the stage and actually touches the console.
>No word exists to state how surprised you are at the fact that she's actually singing in public like this.
>Eventually, she stops after finding her song.
>What exactly would she even find in the console?
>The only songs in there are for weebs, drunk moms and tone-deaf mormons.
 
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3SjCzA71eM
>...It's Bowie.
>Heroes, of every goddamn song she could picked.
>The first song she ever heard from him in your car.
>From the first day you ever took her to the arcade.
>"I, I will be king. And you, you will be queen. Though nothing will drive them away, we can beat them, just for one day."
>You loaned her your entire Bowie collection after that.
>"We can be heroes, just for one day."
>The doors behind you open up.
>People begin to flood the under-utilized section.
>"And you, you can be mean."
>Even with the people filling in, she continues on.
>"And I, I'll drink all the time."
>No matter how many pour in, she never takes her eyes off of you.
>"Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact."
>Jaded teenagers, burnt-out parents and rambunctious children all abandoned their activities just to hear her song.
>"Yes we're lovers, and that is that."
>But you're the only one she's singing it for.
>Regardless of the crowd size, you tune them out and single out her voice.
>Her voice seamlessly weaves the crowd under her spell.
>Something patters onto your shirt.
>Heh.
>No matter how many times you've listened to it, you've never cried to it before now.
>Sweetie Belle drops to her knees as she reaches your favorite part.
>"We can be heroes."
>The crowd has begun to join in.
>"We can be heroes."
>Tears have welled up in her eyes.
>"We can be heroes."
>Everytime she say 'heroes', you hear that crack in her angelic voice.
>"Just for one day."
>Any bit of strength she had to keep her head up is gone.
>"We can be heroes."
>She's lost sight of you.
>"WE'RE NOTHING, AND NOTHING WILL HELP US!"
>You don't know why you let things get this bad.
>"MAYBE WE'RE LYING, THEN YOU BETTER NOT STAY!"
>But you know one thing.
>"BUT WE COULD BE SAFER,"
>This is tearing her apart.
>"for just one day."
>Even her voice has faltered.
>She drops the microphone as she runs out of the exit, her dress stained with her sadness.
 
>Looking around here, you see that there are far more people in her than there were before.
>They're all looking around in confusion, unaware why she ran out after the amazing performance.
>Standing here, all you can think about is how you just pushed away someone that would do that for you.
>"Did you like it, Nonny?"
>Looking behind you, you see Pinkie Pie standing on one leg.
>"She told me everything, you know. Then I told her to show you just how much she loved you, by giving you something only you would know the value of."
"Pinkie Pie, I-"
>Your vision has turned 90 degrees.
>A red mark stains your cheek.
>"Why would you hurt her like that, Anon?"
>Trying to find the words, you stumble your tongue until you find the nerve.
"I didn't want to do it, Pinkie."
>"Then why did you!?"
"No one's going to accept it, Pinkie."
>"Why do you care about that? Her love for you is real, Anon."
"What about-"
>"Anon, kids are already having sex at eight nowadays. Not that I'm saying that sex outside of marriage is right, but something like that should be the least of your concerns."
"But Rarity-"
>"Rarity nothing! Haven't you ever watched a japanese cartoon? The pure love of a young maiden is never to be wasted!"
>As outlandish as her points are, you know she's right.
>Sweetie Belle does actually care about you.
>Looking around you, you see that thousands have packed every inch of this place.
>There's only one way you can make this right.
>Pushing your way to the stage, you look for another Bowie song.
>You think you're out of luck until you find the Metal Gear music listing.
>Staring out at the crowd, you know that your gesture will reach her.
>The console starts up the song, and you know that you've made the right choice.
 
>Currently, you're Sweetie Belle.
>After giving it your all onstage, you ran outside.
>Today has been more than you could handle, which is why you're slumped up against the wall outside what was your favorite place.
>You lost track of whether your tears are from sadness or anger.
>But it doesn't matter anymore.
>None of this matters.
>Anon is never going to accept your love.
>You should have just jumped off of that cliff while you had a chance.
>"Hey, what are you doing out here, Sweetie?"
>Pinkie Pie picks your chin up and wipes away your tears, showing you her trademark smile.
>It does nothing for you, though.
>"How about you come back inside?"
>Not waiting for you to answer, she hoists you onto her shoulder and carries you in.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYm3-QF7F5Y
>"I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home. I searched for form and land."
>That voice.
>"For years and years I roamed. I gazed a gazely stare."
>Your position changes as Pinkie flings you onto her shoulders.
>"And all the millions here, we must have died alone, a long long time ago."
>He's looking at you now, you're sure of it.
>"Who knows? Not me. We never lost control!"
>The crowd is cheering wildly for him, and you follow suit.
>"You're face,"
>Oh, now you're crying again.
>"To face,"
>But it's clear why this time.
>"With the man who sold the world!"
>It's because you're happy.
 
>Once more, you are Anon.
>Leaving the EIC wasn't an easy feat with everyone clamoring over the two of you.
>Especially once everyone saw how adorable Sweetie Belle was when she ran up to hug you onstage.
>All that was now behind you, and Sweetie Belle has joined you once again in the front.
>Her smile brings you joy, even though you're not quite sure of how the future's going to play out.
>Sweetie Belle can't help but glance at you, still giddy that you've accepted her into your heart.
>Pinkie Pie can't help but smile like she just won the lottery.
"If you keep holding a smile like that, Pinkie, you're going to pull a muscle."
>"I can't help it, Nonny! You're in love, for real this time!"
"Hey, Rainbow Dash and I had a very fulfilling relationship."
>"Anon, we both know that Rainbow Dash has the romantic capacity of a hockey puck."
>Sweetie Belle can't help but laugh.
>"Hey, Sweetie Belle, how do you feel now?"
>Your new flame can't help but blush when asked that question.
>"Ah, young love. It gives me hope for the world."
"You do realize that you're the only person who is going to be like this out of the entirety of town, right?"
>"Fluttershy will probably support you."
"She uses acid and has sex with trees, I don't think she's a good judge of character."
>The car comes to a complete stop, as you have reached Rarity's house.
>As you step outside of the car, you take in the sight of the house where your life changed so drastically.
>Completely locked in still, Pinkie paws at the door like a lost puppy.
>You open the door and watch her stretch.
>"Ah, feels so good to move again. Well this is my stop, see you two lovebirds later."
>Ponka gasps in surprise as you bind her hands behind her back while she stretches.
>"Anon, how could you! I thought you were going to give up these illegal activities."
"Pinkie, this isn't even in the top twenty of the terrible things I have done recently. Unlawful detention is small potatoes."
 
>"Even though this is my fetish, kidnapping friends is not polite, Anon!"
>Yeah, you're not gonna bother asking.
"I need you here, Pinkie Pie. I'm going to need your help to get everyone together."
>"What for, Nonny?"
>Taking a deep breath, you center yourself to make your declaration.
"I need your help to break the news to Rarity."
>"WHAT!"
>Pinkie Pie and Sweetie Belle nearly burst your eardrums.
>Ow.
>As the ringing subsides, you see both of them are still going off.
>Landing a finger on each of their mouths, you stop them if only for a moment.
"Now, the reason I am doing this is because it's necessary. None of us would go around willingly telling someone, but what if someone found out? Secrecy only hurts you in the long run, so it's best for us to just come out with it."
>"But Nonny, my involvement with the story was supposed to end here! The writer said so!"
>There she goes again, being Pinkie Pie.
"Pinkie, I need you. Sweetie Belle needs you. If I don't have a solid circle of people to socially pressure Rarity into being okay with this, everything you did today will be for nothing. Do you really want to disappoint this face?"
>You push Sweetie Belle in front of Pinkie, exposing her to those enchanting emeralds she has for eyes.
>Her willpower fades.
>"Fine, I'll do it. But can you untie me?"
"No, because that's part of another plan."
>Dragging along your prisoner, you wait for Sweetie to unlock the door and usher you in.
>Scanning the house, it seems Rarity is currently elsewhere.
>Perfect.
"Alright, Pinkie, send out a group message."
>"Fine, fine."
>The phone drops out of her hair and into her bound hands.
>One day you'll figure out just what else she has in there.
>"Done. So, what now?"
>You contemplate on how you can kill time.
>Sweetie Belle comes into the living room with a platter of assorted cheeses and some sort of mixture of seeds and nuts you presume is meant to be a cracker.
>"Snacks?"
>Looks like your time killer came to you.
 
>Time goes by faster than you expected, and you hear the congregation of women entering the driveway.
>Doorbell rung, Sweetie Belle opens up the door and allows them in.
>You greet them all as they enter.
"Hey, Shy. Sup, Shimmy? Rainbow Dash. Holy shit, Applejack, they weren't kidding about the pregnancy. Applebloom? Why are you here?"
>AB:"Ah had to drive Applejack. She can't use the steering wheel."
>Makes sense.
>The girls stand around, eventually finding somewhere to seat themselves.
>Applejack is the first person to speak up.
>AJ:"Alright, why are we here?"
>PP:" We'll get to that in a moment, but first, could you get that door and close the blinds, Fluttershy?"
>She does as she's instructed and soon you are cut off from the outside world.
>RD:"Pinkie Pie, this better not be one of your *alternative* parties. I still taste purple on occasion."
>PP:" I assure you, this is nothing of the sort. I've called this meeting so that we can discuss and handle a matter discussing Rarity as per the text message."
>SS:"Has she started neglecting eating again?"
>PP:"We'll get to the Rarity part later, but first, Sweetie Belle has something she would like to say."
>Sweetie Belle rises from her seat and closes her eyes, likely imagining that no one is around her.
>SB:"I...I am going out with Anon."
>Laughter erupts as they all believe they've just been hit with another one of Pinkie Pie's zany impractical jokes.
>RD:"Ha, that's a good one, Pinkie. Must have been a really odd time of the day when this joke struck you."
>The three of you do not laugh, remaining stoic.
>Sweetie Belle sits next to you, holds your hand in hers and gives you a peck on the cheek.
>What was once raucous laughter is now a tense silence.
>Sunset Shimmer looks around the room, not quite sure of what to do.
>SS:"Um, is this part of the joke."
>PP:"This is not a joke, girls. This is real."
>RD:"What the fuck?! Even for a joke, this is going too far."
"It's not a joke, Dash."
 
>PP:"...Alright, now that we have that out of-"
>RD:"Anon, what kind of sick fuck are you?!"
>PP:"Rainbow Dash!"
>RD:"Pinkie Pie, this is what you called us here for?"
>FS:"Rainbow Dash, you should calm down."
>RD:"How are you not disgusted with this! Anon is corrupting our friend's little sister!"
>SB:"I'm not being corrupted! I want Anon to be with me."
>RD:"See? He's already got her emotionally manipulatated."
>FS:"I don't think that's a word."
>PP:"GIRLS! Please, settle down. Anon and Sweetie Belle need our love and support."
>RD:"I'm not supporting this! This is wrong and I have half a mind to call the cops!"
>SS:"I don't get it, why are we all getting so mad again?"
>RD:"Because Anon is waaaay too old to be in a relationship with Sweetie Belle!"
>SS:"Is five years really that big a difference?"
>PP:"See, Sunset has the right attitude."
>RD:"Oh, come on! Fluttershy, you're not okay with this, right?"
>The doormat looks around nervously, not wishing to step on anyone's toes.
>FS:"Um...Sweetie Belle?"
>SB:"Yes?"
>FS:"Is Anon forcing you to do this?"
>SB:"For the last time, no."
>PP:"I can vouch for that. I had to get Sweetie Belle to sing in public before they ended up going out. Search for 'Bowie Buddies' on your phones."
>The girls open up their phones, and have mixed reactions as they watch the video.
>FS:"Oh my, that's adorable."
>AJ:"Why does this have 12 million views?"
>SS:"I left my phone in the car."
>AB:"Ah didn't know we had karaoke in town."
>RD:"This doesn't prove anything."
>PP:"See? If it wasn't for this, Sweetie Belle would be sitting in her room and cutting herself to emo music, because Anon was not going along with it."
>RD:"Pinkie Pie, just because you made a shipping chart does not mean that you get to put together your crack ships in real life!"
>PP:"I told you that in confidence!"
 
>Fluttershy clears her throat and looks you right in the eyes.
>FS:"Anon, is it really true that you love Sweetie Belle?"
"Yes."
>FS:"Well, then I guess that there's nothing wrong with it Sweetie if the both of you really feel that way about each other."
>PP:"Told you that Fluttershy would be alright with it."
"That was not in question."
>RD:"Fluttershy, do you really think this is okay?"
>FS:"Rainbow Dash, if you really love something, small differences aren't that important."
>RD:"You can't love a tree, they have no emotions."
>FS+AJ:"That's not true!"
>Rainbow Dash facepalms as Applejack and Fluttershy try to avoid making eye contact.
>RD:"Applejack, you agree that this is crazy, right?"
>AJ:"What's crazy?"
>RD:"Sweetie Belle and Anon, AJ!"
>AJ:"Ah don't think that Ah'm the right person for this discussion."
>RD:"Don't tell me that you think there's nothing wrong with this."
>AJ:"It ain't that Ah, necessarily approve, just that there's a bit of a skewed view on it for me. Apple family tends to get married young, Granny Smith was 15 when she got married, and Ah have been pestered about when Ah intend to get a man since mah first period."
>The utterance makes everyone sort of cringe.
>AJ:"AH HAVE A TREE IN MAH WOMB, YET Y'ALL CAN'T HEAR THAT LITTLE WORD?"
>RD:"Back to our original point, is this not weird?!"
>AJ:"It ain't really socially sound, but Ah have a bit of a different world view, so Ah can't really say, Rainbow."
>RD:"No one else is really as upset with this as I am? What about you, Applebloom?""
>AB:"Of course ah'm upset! Sweetie Belle's younger than me, yet she's the first one to get a boyfriend, who's a Senior that has his own car and wears size 13 shoes! My boobs are almost as large as Applejack's and all ah got to show for it is having my back going out in gym class."
>AJ:"Bloom, Ah told ya that ya need to wear the brace or your back'll snap like a twig."
>Dash sits dumbstruck and buries her head in her arms.
>RD:"I can't believe you guys."
 
>PP:"Dashie, why are you making this so difficult? You're the only one who is opposed to it at this point."
>Pinkie Pie walks over to Rainbow Dash and sits herself in her lap.
>PP:"So, what's it going to take to make you drink the kool-aid?"
>Rainbow Dash cocks her eyebrow as she tries to rationalize the odd statement from Pinkie.
>RD:"You know that doesn't make your case any better, right?"
>Taking firm hold of her friend's chin, Pinkie brings her face closer to Dash's.
>She stares firmly into Dash's eyes as she bulges her eyes once again.
>All eyes are on the two of them as Rainbow Dash is subjected to the whims of Pinkie Pie.
>RD:"Pinkie, what the hell are you doing?"
>PP:"Focusing."
>Uncomfortable with the closeness, Rainbow backs away slightly before Pinkie cradles her head back with her free arm.
>PP:"Why must you resist me, Dash?"
>RD:"Because Anon's diddling Rarity's sister! How would you feel if your little sister got molested by someone way older than them."
>Applebloom goes slackjawed as she drools slightly.
>AB:"Ah don't think ah would mind gettin' molested."
>AJ:"Applebloom! Ah ought to ground ya for that!"
>Applebloom frowns as Applejack pushes her mouth back into place.
>PP:"Rainbow, this isn't a homosexual relationship. Why are you so against this?"
>Indignant at the stealth insult, Rainbow Dash slides Pinkie to the floor.
>She then stands up and makes for the door.
>RD:"I don't have time for this. I'm leaving this weird brainwashing session."
>As if waking from a coma, Pinkie gasps in awed epiphany.
>PP:"I KNOW WHY YOU HAVE A BUG UP YOUR BUTT."
>Like something from a horror movie, Pinkie slithers around Rainbow Dash and turns both of their heads towards you and Sweetie.
>PP:"You're jealous of Sweetie Belle, aren't you, Dashie?"
>Dash blushes purple at Pinkie's insinuation.
>RD:"D-don't be ridiculous, Pinkie! Why would I be jealous of her?"
>Pinkie boops Dash in her nose as she puts on a shit-eating grin.
>PP:"Sweetie Belle took your man~"
 
>Flustered, Rainbow Dash gets in Pinkie's face.
>RD:"It was ages ago, I could not care less about...Sweetie Belle and Anon."
>PP:"Is that so?"
>Pinkie winks at you and Sweetie, and puckers her lips.
>Oh hell no.
>As you're about to open your mouth to protest, Sweetie Belle pushes her lips onto yours finally.
>Everyone gasps as the small girl has her first kiss in front of them.
>AJ:"Even if it don't sound too bad in theory, that execution is goin' to take some gettin' used to."
>Rainbow Dash does not look pleased with the course of events.
>RD:"Pinkie, this is disgusting, how do you not see that!?"
>PP:"All I see is your fomenting rage."
>The smooching continues, and with each passing second you can see the disposition on Dash's face sour quickly.
>Pinkie does nothing but smile as she watches Dash make her point.
>Soon the tipping point is reached, and Rainbow Dash lets loose.
>RD:"GET YOUR DIRTY LIPS OFF OF HIM, YOU TWO-BIT WHORE!"
>All eyes on Dash, Pinkie Pie laughs as she watches her squirm.
>PP:"I told you, Dashie! Jealousy!"
>Humiliated, Rainbow Dash kicks at the ground.
>Who'd have thunk she actually harbored feelings for you still?
>RD:"W-wait, I didn't-"
>AJ:"Just let it go, Dash. We all heard that. Neighbors probably heard it, too."
"Are you serious, Dash? You're the one who broke up with me."
>Rainbow Dash holds her head low, crushed that her secret is now exposed.
>RD:"It's not like it was that bad."
"You said you wanted to take things to the next level, chickened out of it, broke up with me, and then avoided me like a leper."
>RD:"I know, but I thought I could give it a second shot sometime."
>And you thought Pinkie lived in a world of delusions.
>Speaking of, she has put Dash back in her seat and stands in the center of the group once more.
>PP:"So, have you accepted that their love is real and are ready to help us now?"
>RD:"Nothing about this situation is natural, Pinkie. I'm not being bitter, just realistic."
 
>PP:"Dashie..."
>Rainbow Dash sighs heavily, finally relenting in her admittedly justified argument.
>RD:"Fine, I'll stay, but for the record none of this is really normal and if it wasn't us you were talking to, Anon would be getting cuffed and thrown in the back of an FBI van."
>PP:"Noted."
>Having succeeded with her first objective, she claps with her bound hands.
>PP:"Now that we've gotten everyone together on this, it's time to discuss the second matter: Convincing Rarity that Sweetie Belle should be able to go out with Anon."
>The girls stare at Pinkie in silence.
>FS:"Pinkie, Rarity won't go for that at all."
>PP:"I know it's possible, if we can all convince her that we are alright with it. Rarity loves fashion, and fashion is extremely susceptible to social pressure. Think about how many women starve themselves daily."
>Uncomfortably, the other girls nod.
>PP:"Right, and that is exactly how we're going to get Rarity to look the other way."
>Fluttershy raises her hand and meekly posits a question.
>FS:"When are we going to do this?"
>Pinkie Pie turns her head and stares at her watch behind her.
>PP:"Eh, I'd say we'll probably do it in about five minutes, give or take."
>The group responds with a resounding disapproval.
>PP:"I know it's short notice, but we wouldn't want this to sound rehearsed. The best arguments made are raw and emotionally charged, like the drunken ramblings of a Vietnam war veteran."
>Man, Pinkie Pie's just throwing it out there.
>It seems that the group is behind you now.
>At this rate, you may be able to convince Rarity yet.
>Who knows where you would be if Rarity's friends weren't a bunch of neurotic weirdos and Applejack.
 
>Rarity will be here, any minute now.
>The clock ticks slowly as everyone waits with bated breath.
>Sweetie Belle and Pinkie Pie are next to you, as anxious for her arrival as you are.
>With the backing of the group, you know that at least one of your plans will succeed.
>Rainbow Dash is silently brooding on her own, still apparently jealous of an underage freshman.
>At least she decided to stay, though.
>Loyalty is the one trait you can say you still find pleasant in her.
>Engine noises notify all of you to the fashionista's arrival.
>The door bursts open as she assumes the worst when she finds the congregation of cars outside of her home.
>Her countenance settles when she sees the measure of calm all of you are exhibiting.
>"I see that you've all settled yourselves nicely into the furniture. I presume that you're here to stage another 'intervention' again? I'll have you know that I haven't touched a drop of wine in months."
>Standing up, you catch her attention.
"Rarity, this is not an intervention."
>Taken aback, she cocks her brow and crosses her arm.
>"Is that so, Anonymous? Then why exactly are you all gathered here like this."
>Sweetie Belle fidgets nervously in her seat as you prepare to relay the truth.
"Rarity, you may want to sit down for this. I promise that it's not going to be easy to hear."
>Beginning to show signs of worry, she sits herself down on the last open seat.
"...Rarity, there's something that I have to tell you. Today, I found something inside of myself I didn't know was there until today. The group is here to support me."
>She gasps and covers her mouth.
>"Anonymous, you have cancer?!"
"...It's a metaphor, Rarity."
>"Do you mean that you're...a little light in the loafers?"
>Why is she not letting you finish?
"Rarity, no, just let me finish."
>She returns to a neutral state of expression.
>"Alright then, darling. Go on."
"...Wew, lad, this is harder than I thought."
 
>Sweetie Belle tugs on your shirt sleeve.
>That adorable cinnamon roll gives you a look that implores you to abandon the process while you still can.
>But you have to do this.
"Alright, I'm just going to come out and say it. I have found a feeling of love in my heart, Rarity. That's why I am here today."
>Rarara sits in stunned silence.
>Her face turns red once more.
>"Anonymous...is this your way of making a confession?"
>Looks like she might be getting it after all.
>"You brought everyone together to confess your love for me?"
>Swing and a miss.
>"Why, I had no idea that you actually had feelings for me. I always figured that as a man you carried some infatuation with my looks as they are, but to go to this length is more than I thought possible."
>You'd try to stop her, but you know she's just going to ramble.
>"It's not that I thought you incapable of such feelings, but rather that you went out with someone like Rainbow Dash and I figured you enjoyed sporty girls with petite bosoms."
>"Hey!"
>"I apologize, Rainbow Dash, but the only one who is smaller than you is Anonymous. Back to the subject at hand, I don't quite know how to respond to your advances. To be blunt with you, while you do have a few boyish mannerisms, you are fairly attractive. However, such a thing might complicate your standing with Sweetie Belle, and I'm not sure that it would be a good thing for her development."
>...
>You should have pussed out when you had the chance.
>Swallowing back your fear, you assume a straight posture.
"Rarity, I'm not in love with you."
>That cuts her as you see her smile fade.
>Whether that's from you shooting her down, or the fact that she embarrassed herself is still up for debate.
>"Well, I don't understand quite what this is all about, Anonymous."
"Rarity, I do love someone here, but it's definitely not who you think."
>"...Is it Sunset?"
"No."
>"Pinkie Pie?"
"Nyet."
>"Fluttershy?"
"Nein."
>"Applejack?"
"Nope."
>"Well, who's left in here, darling?"
 
>Fucking hell, this was never going to be easy.
>Before you can open your mouth, Sweetie Belle stands up.
>Rarity watches her sister stand, presuming she's going to go somewhere.
>Sweetie Belle merely stands by your side, constant as Fluttershy's drug intake.
>A sharp inhalation sunders the air as she finally seems to get the hint.
>"You're in love with APPLEBLOOM!?"
>You and Applebloom respond with a very deadpan what.
>"Anonymous, I can understand her prodigious endowments make her seem older than she is, but she's still a child inside of her developing body. I realize the reputation that farm-raised women have for their...prowess in relation to marital matters, no offense."
>"None taken."
>"But that is still no excuse for abusing your position as a Senior to play the heartstrings of a young maiden. If you must have your urges satisfied, please consider Applejack as an alternative."
>You and Applejack look at each other for a moment before shaking your heads loose of that idea.
"Rarity, you still don't get it!”
>”Anonymous, I'm sorry, but there's not a single soul left. What is it that you're trying to tell me?”
>”Rarity?”
>Your small compatriot garners the attention of Rarity for a moment.
>”Is something the matter, Sweetie Belle?”
>”It's us.”
>Still not getting it, she stares in confusion at Sweetie.
>”Come again?”
>Not knowing how else to convey it, she takes her hand and intertwines it with yours.
>Rarity looks as clueless as she has been since the beginning.
>Then her eyes bulge.
 
>"Y-you mean that you and...Anonymous?"
>Holy shit, you can see the color draining from her face.
>The fact that she can turn whiter disturbs you.
>Sweetie Belle rests her head on you and clings to your arm.
>”I love Anon, Rarity. He loves me.”
>Still trembling from the revelation, she struggles to speak.
>”How long has this been going on.”
>”It's not what you think, this only happened a little while ago! Anon didn't even want to do this at first, but Pinkie Pie helped me to change his mind.”
>”I left you in his care, multiple times. I left you with him unattended for hours. I left him with you in this house.”
>”Rarity, please, Anon never touched me or did anything inappropriate! He even defended my honor against that creepy Button Mash on two separate occasions!”
>Nothing reaches her as she delves further into a madness mantra.
>”I changed my mind, let him back into your life. I said I was wrong about him. I trusted him.”
>”Rarity, please, listen to me for once!”
>The smallest of changes hits her face, as she stares you both down
>”Anon didn't do anything. He is a nice person. He is a gentleman. He'd be willing to sacrifice his life for me!”
>Damn, Sweetie Belle really does have a high opinion of you.
>”Everyone's here because they all came to support us and help you understand that this isn't stranger danger or anything like that. Except for Applebloom. She's here because Applejack can't really drive at the moment.”
>Rarity's eyes scan the room, and watches as everyone nods their heads in affirmation.
>Aside from Rainbow Dash.
>Still not ready to let you go.
>”I see. You all support this. Very well.”
>Huh.
>Rarity has actually taken this in better stride than you thought.
“I promise, Rare, I really do love her. Please, understand.”
>Rarity stands up, and looks at you both.
>Then like a banshee from hell, she screams and lunges at you from half a room away.
>You've played enough L4D to know what comes next.
 
>Apparently diplomacy has failed.
>There was a contingency plan, however.
>Grabbing hold of Pinkie, you shield yourself from the maelstrom of fury heading your way.
>Sorry, Ponka, but this sacrifice had to be made.
>Once Rarity has collided with Pinkie Pie, you rush out the still open door.
>Looking back, you see that Rarity has shrugged off your shield and is running after you, with most of the group behind her.
>No way in hell are you letting her catch up to you.
>Unless you were completely mistaken, there's nothing but bloodlust in her heart right now.
>Running faster than you thought you possibly could, you manage to make it across a couple yards and put a few fences between the two of you.
>Creaking wood however tells you that it won't hold her back for long.
>Voices belonging to the others are pleading with her to not murder you right now.
>Quite a slim chance any of that's going to work.
>It doesn't take long for you to hear the hard clatter of her shoes once more, but you've got about a block between the two of you.
>Scantly you can make out some blurs behind you as you run, the closest one being blue.
>Dash is actually trying to save your ass.
>Maybe she's not so bad after all.
>While lost in your introspection, your movements come to a halt as you collide with someone on skates.
>You eat pavement as the roadburn gets through your clothes, and a bit of blood gets through your pants.
>The collision has cost you the lead, as Rarity is barely behind you now.
>”Oh my goodness, are you alright?”
>The gray girl stumbled to her feet and attempts to help you up.
>Once you're able to, you try to move on your feet, but you only make a couple steps before you fall.
>You sprained your left foot.
>There's no time for you to try again.
>Rarity descends on you quickly.
>Your windpipe constricts.
>It's hard to breath.
>Rainbow Dash and Applebloom are trying to pry her from you.
>Everything goes dark before they can free you.
>You pray that you don't die.
 
>"...Is he going to be okay?"
>"Rarity got him pretty bad, so Ah don't know. Ah don't feel his heart beating."
>Huh?
>Voices?
>Are you not dead?
>It feels like you are.
>Maybe it's just taken a little while for your brain to catch up with the rest of you.
>"Anon, please wake up. I don't want to think about losing you again."
>Sweetie Belle?
>Heh, here you were joking about getting killed and now she's staring at your lifeless body.
>Fucked up, isn't it?
>Just a little while ago, you had been trying to stay alive to be with Sweetie Belle.
>Probably would have made it if you didn't sprain your ankle.
>Rarity was faster than you thought, but even on a bad day you could still keep up with Rainbow Dash herself.
>A quiet thump lands near you, followed by a sound you didn't want to hear.
>"Please, Anon, don't die. Rarity didn't really mean to hurt you this badly, she was just upset."
>Sweetie Belle's crying again.
>You hate that sound.
>A cute ragamuffin like her should be happy.
>...
>Maybe you don't need to die just yet.
>Sweetie's been through enough for now.
>Wake up, you sleepy bastard.
>She's waiting for you, so go on and get up.
>It's rude to keep a lady waiting, you know.
>First thing to start up again is your heart.
>Need to get that blood flowing again.
>After that, your lungs slowly start to fill with air again.
>Hope Rarity didn't collapse it too badly.
>With those two parts back in working order, the rest of you soon kicks right back into gear.
>Light once again enters into your eyes, and you see the beauty you kickstarted this thing for weeping on your chest.
>Moving an arm, you bring her in closer to you.
>She didn't expect it, you can tell.
>”Anon! You're okay!”
>Weak as you are, you force a smile on your face.
“Of course I am, Sweetie. I can't ditch you like that after one little problem.”
>The adorable marshmallow hugs you tightly and soaks your clothes with tears of joy.
>She's glad you're back.
>And so are you.
 
>It's been a few days since the incident.
>Not much has happened since you came to, aside from getting taken to a hospital.
>Rarity got you pretty good, but you're able to go home tomorrow.
>You didn't miss much, seeing as how you've been able to get your homework delivered to you by Rainbow Dash.
>Ever since that day, she's really come around.
>The two of you are almost back to the level of familiarity before the dating.
>Rainbow Dash might not have been the best girlfriend, but she can be a real bro when she wants to.
>You hear the sound of the door opening once again.
>Speak of the devil.
>Looking towards the door, you're prepared for your usual guest to enter.
>"Hey, Anon."
>...That's not Rainbow Dash.
"Scootaloo? Why are you here?"
>"I'm here to bring you your homework, silly."
>Just what you needed.
"What happened to Rainbow Dash?"
>Scootaloo looks down in embarrassment.
>"Uh...we were playing soccer, and I kind of...kicked her in the crotch."
>Brutal.
"That's why she sent you to bring me my homework?"
>Scootaloo looks at every part of the room but the bed you're on.
>"Well, not exactly. I just thought it would be a way to make it up to her."
>Part of you is willing to accept that, but the other part of you knows she has an ulterior motive for being here.
"Well, thanks for bringing it for me, Scootaloo. Just leave it on the bed and I'll get it later."
>Eagerly, she follows your request, but lingers over your bed.
>Fucking hell, you knew it.
>"S-so, Anon, I heard recently that you're not dating Rainbow Dash anymore?"
>Crap, you know where this is going.
"We haven't been together for over a year, Scootaloo."
>"W-well, I didn't know until today. Must be pretty sad, huh?"
"Not really, after a year the feeling kind of went away."
>Her posture straightens and her mouth turns into an awkward smile.
>"Is that so? Well, maybe it'd be time to try dating someone else now?"
"Scootaloo, no."
 
>The abruptness of your answer takes her off guard.
>"B-but I didn't even ask you yet!"
"Scootaloo, you've asked me thrice before. The answer has always been no, and it will remain no for the conceivable rest of eternity. Besides, you're a year too late to ever consider being my rebound."
>"But-"
"Did you not get it the last time you asked me, back when I was still dating Dash, that I have no intention of being with you because you consider me her sloppy seconds?"
>Reminded once again, the desperate freshman backs off of her pursuit.
>"S-sorry, I just thought you might have changed your mind."
"No, I didn't. Besides, I already have a new girlfriend."
>"Already?!"
"Even if I didn't, you still wouldn't have a chance in hell of getting together with me."
>Her spirit crushed, she accepts defeat and shuffles off.
>She stops just before she actually leaves the room.
>"Oh, Sweetie Belle says hello, and that she'll be glad to have you back soon."
>Unaware of the situation, she simply leaves after relaying the message.
>Once she's out of the room, you give a sigh of relief that Sweetie Belle seems to be okay.
>Very little was actually given to you on how Sweetie and Rarity were holding up.
>If she said that, at least Rarity hasn't said anything after what happened.
>Strange that no one has really relayed anything to you after Saturday.
>But you're not going to actually question the situation unless you really see something out of the ordinary.
>As surreal as this whole situation has gotten, you're just going to try to take the proceedings one day at a time.
>Since there's nothing else to really do now, you may as well work on that homework.
>You crack open the pile of assignments and get to work.
>No sense in worrying about stuff now, just get to tomorrow and it'll all work out.
 
>Finally, the time has come.
>Out of that gown and back into your normal attire.
>Waving goodbye to the receptionist, you make for the door.
>Your ride should be waiting for you outside.
>Scanning over the sparsely populated lot, you spot Rainbow Dash.
>Leaning on your car.
>...
>Hold on, how did it get here?
>”Bet you're glad to be out of that place, huh?”
>You stay silent as you walk towards her.
>Examining it, it totally is actually your Aztec.
“Dash, how the hell did you get this here?”
>”Oh, you left it at Rarity's house and we figured that it was best to not leave it there.”
“Well, I understand that, but I was more referring to how did you actually drive it over here. You didn't hotwire it, did you?”
>”Wha- No! I haven't hotwired a car since the last time I hung out with Gilda.”
>How the hell did she get the car here, then?
“Just how did you manage to actually get it here?”
>”Like any other car, duh. I put the keys in the ignition.”
>Keys?
“Where did you get my keys?”
>”Did you not notice when they fell out of your pocket when you got hit by Derpy?”
“I was a bit busy RUNNING AWAY.”
>Rainbow Dash runs that thought through her head a couple times before she realizes how stupid her question was.
>”Oh, yeah.”
>Opening the door, you slide into the passenger seat and recline.
>Damn, that feels good.
>Your chauffeur starts up the engine and pulls out of the hospital lot.
>Can't wait to get home soon.
“Hey, Rainbow, how's your injury?”
>”My injury?”
“When Scootaloo took your place yesterday, she said she'd kicked you right in the babymaker.”
>Rainbow winces when you mention that.
>”Yeah, that happened. It was a good goal, and it wasn't that bad of a kick, so I didn't really care too much. Wait, Scootaloo came over yesterday?”
“That she did. She also mentioned that Sweetie Belle was going to be glad to see me when I got out. Speaking of, how are she and Rarity doing?”
 
>Dash says nothing.
“Dash, how are they doing?”
>Still not a word.
>Oh, fuck, something must have happened.
"Dash, seriously, tell me what's been going on while I was in there."
>Glancing over at her, you can see she's got that look on her face.
"Seriously, I know you can hear me and I see that grimace."
>After a while, she sighs and responds.
>"Anon, we haven't really seen much of either of them."
>Haven't seen much of them?
"What are you saying, did they leave town?"
>"N-no, we just haven't really talked to Rarity all week and Scootaloo hasn't really hung out with Sweetie Belle and Applebloom. We don't have any real idea of what's been going on. The others told me not to mention anything because they didn't want you to worry, and because I have a terrible pokerface."
>That sounds like something they'd do.
"Were you just not going to tell me?"
>"We were, but when you got back home safely."
"Gee, thanks."
>"Oh come on, it's not like we were doing it to hurt you."
>Doesn't make you any less upset.
“Well, at least you guys had your hearts in the right place.”
>The car comes to a stop, and you realize you've made it to your house already.
>All the girls are outside of your house, holding balloons and a cake.
>Rainbow Dash comes out of the car before you and cups her hands.
>”He knows already.”
>The girls bemoan their situation.
>Secret exposed, they hand over the cake and balloons and are on their way.
>What are gonna do with this?
>Fuck it, you'll just head to your room.
>No one's in, so you just shove it into your room.
>Cake looks good.
>And since Rarity wasn't there, you don't have to worry about it being poisoned.
>...Rarity.
>You look around your room and find your phone.
>Fucker is old, but it works.
>After you fire up your faithful companion, you scroll through your contacts until you reach her.
>No way you're going to stay in the dark about this, it's time to find out why everyone's been reluctant to tell you.
 
>You send out a simple message, since you're not even sure if Rarity has confiscated her phone.
“Sweetie, you there?”
>There's not even enough time for you to look away from the screen before she replies.
>”Anon, you're back!”
>Well, Sweetie definitely is glad to see you're well.
“Yeah, got out of the hospital today. How have you been?”
>“Not good, Anon.”
>Sweetie Belle is a faster texter than you anticipated.
>More important than that, it seems that you were right to be worried about Sweetie.
>But at least you're going to know exactly what has been going on.
“Did something happen?”
>Your heart drops when you receive the message.
>”Rarity's drinking again, but it's worse than last time.”
>Last time was when she was using her drunkenness for inspiration, and the girls had to stop her before she got addicted.
“How many glasses has she had?”
>”She skipped the glasses and started taking whole bottles. The wine cellar was full a couple of days ago. Now there is no wine cellar.”
>Shit.
>None of that is what you wanted to hear.
>Rarity's going to really become addicted this time if something's not done.
>In your surprise, you only manage to type out a single word in response.
“Oh.”
>Probably should have gone with something more substantial than that.
>”I'm really starting to worry about her, Anon.”
>She's not the only one.
>Rarity really got thrown for a loop in this whole situation.
>You know that you should be angry at her, but you can't really blame her for her actions.
>Given the situation, it really must not look good from her position.
>In a cosmic way, this whole thing's sort of funny though.
>All this time that Rarity was worrying that you'd be a bad influence on Sweetie Belle and mess up her mind and you ended up being a worse influence on her.
>...Now you just made yourself feel awful with that thought.
>Feeling the way you are now, you understand the reason no one told you anything.
 
>There's no sense in letting Sweetie Belle get worked up about this, though.
>Rarity might be on a collision with rock bottom, but you know that Sweetie stressing herself out won't be able to resolve anything.
“Don't worry, I'm sure that she'll calm down.”
>As much of a lie as it is, you'd rather both of you believe this than have her see her downward spiral.
>”But she's locked herself in the study every time she has come home.”
>Well, that really doesn't sound good.
>It's just as likely that she's avoiding Sweetie Belle seeing her get drunk as it is that she's plotting another attempt on your life.
“At least she's not going to hurt herself in there.”
>Having seen her drunk before, she's just as graceful and precise even when inebriated.
>She's something just slightly below an enigma.
>”I don't know.”
>...Looks like you have to bring out the big guns.
>Sappy reassurance mode: activate!
“Just have a little faith, Sweetie, and everything will work out.”
>You can feel the back of your mind screaming at you for having typed that out.
>”Okay. Thanks for making sure I was alright, babe.”
>A smile inches across your face, now that you-
>Wait a fucking second, did she just really type that out?
“Babe?”
>”Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Give each other pet names?”
>God, you really can't believe that those words just came from Sweetie Belle.
>Part of you is confused, but most of you is enjoying the sincerity of her words.
>Too damn cute for her own good.
“Sweetie Belle, why must you be so adorable?”
>”I dunno, I just am.”
>Ever deeper, you sink into the pit of adorableness.
>Really, you're just a sucker for her charm.
>No, get a hold of yourself, you still have gaps you need filled in.
>You still haven't gotten to know the extent of Rarity's situation.
>Before anything else, you have to know what happened after you temporarily bit the dust.
 
>You eke out a small message.
>It's blunt, but beating around the bush isn't going to help you out.
“Sweetie, I have to know: what actually happened when I went down.”
>It takes longer than you expected for her to reply.
>”I only saw a little bit of what happened.”
>Figures that the girls would try to keep her sheltered from the worst parts of this.
“Anything will be helpful, anything at all.”
>Once again, there's more of a delay than usual.
>It's nearly 30 seconds before she responds.
>Can't imagine that it's easy to recount seeing your sister strangling your boyfriend until he stops moving.
>”Well, when I got there, I was was watching Rarity get punched off of you by Rainbow Dash.”
“Dash?”
>”Yeah, then Applebloom was trying to pull her off.
“How did that go?”
>”By the end, Rarity was covered in welts and passed out from being smothered by Applebloom.”
>Holy shit.
>No wonder Rarity hasn't been speaking to anyone.
>She's probably pissed as hell they stopped her from making sure you were dead.
“...Wasn't expecting that.”
>Not much else comes to mind, aside from sending Rainbow Dash a fruit bouquet.
>The chime comes from your phone again, and you're a bit worried with this last message.
>”Oh no, I heard the study opening up. I have to go, ttyl.”
>Sweetie Belle's probably hiding from Rarity so she can't take her phone.
>Picturing her hiding like Anne Frank in a German pizzeria displeases you greatly.
>As does her use of improper English in texting, but you have better things to worry about with her right now.
>Like the fact that you're going to find it far harder than before to actually see her.
>Or that it's your fault that Rarity has put herself through the wringer because of your blossoming relationship with her underage sister.
>The weight of this all forces you to step back and fall on your bed.
>Bed.
>Probably could do with a nap now.
>Everything's always been clearer after you've slept on it.
 
>Your rest is not long, as the chime from your phone wakes you once more.
>A new text message from Sweetie at...8:47.
>Rested for longer than you thought.
>"Anon, meet me at the school."
>School?
>This late at night?
>Not that you haven't kept her out long before, but given that she's likely by herself it isn't a safe idea.
>Well, looks like you're going on a trip.
>You grab a piece of the pre-sliced cake and head out the door.
>Mom and Pop are home, but nothing reaches them when NCIS is on.
>As easily as you slid out of the house, you slide into your car and drive off.
>While you are kind of happy about meeting up with Sweetie, you know you're going to have to get on her case for going out this late.
>Town isn't that dangerous in general, but freaky things can happen in the night around here.
>Preferably Sweetie would be nowhere near that.
>After a good 15 minutes, you arrive at the schoolgrounds.
>No other cars are here, not even the janitor's.
>She really is here alone.
"Sweetie Belle, where are you?"
>No response, but you hear the sound of the door closing.
>Janitor must have left it open.
>You're going to have a talk with her about proper safety.
>Making your way through the door, you see a shadow run a corner.
>The process repeats for a while until you come to the door to Principal Celestia's office.
>Been here a few times, that's for sure.
>As you enter, you flick on the lights and finally come face to face with your elusive target.
“Sweetie Belle, what are you doing in...Rarity?”
>”Hello, Anonymous. How are you faring this week, darling?”
>Your mind is racing with questions right now.
>Where's Sweetie Belle, why did she break into the school, what the hell is with her drinking problem?
>But the most important question of all still eludes you.
[spoiler]>Why is she dressed as Jareth?[/spoiler]
 
>”Anonymous, I'm sure there must be quite a few things you'd like to say to me, but before anything else I would like to tell you something.”
>Rarity, from somewhere you do not know, produces a few crystal balls.
>She begins to cycle them, but never takes her eyes off of you to focus on them.
>”I understand you are something of a David Bowie fan, Anonymous. It might surprise you to know that I'm a bit of a fan myself.”
>Wait, seriously?
>This is the first you're hearing of this.
>”I'm not like you however. I didn't care for his music like you do, but rather his style and commitment to innovation. Like many others in this world of ours, that man was a large inspiration to who I had come to be.”
>On a dime, Rarity ceases her movements and looks you straight in the eye.
>”I'm sure you recognize the costume and the hair, don't you? Labyrinth was a fine piece of cinema, and showed that there was more than just image and sound that comprised Bowie.”
>More spheres find their way into Rarity's hands as she resumes her mimicry.
>”Bowie never actually did this himself. There was actually a juggler who did this for him.”
>As enlightening as this is, you interject to get to the bottom of her insanity.
“Rarity, what the hell are you going on about this for?”
>Her face sours into a scowl.
>”Because Bowie was something the both of us were interested in. There's somewhere else where we intersect, however. Sweetie Belle.”
>You prepare to open your mouth, but a loud shattering and a breeze distract you.
>Looking at the wall behind you, you see a dent where Rarity has chucked one of her crystal balls.
>”Tonight is going to be the last night you see any trace of either of them, Anonymous.”
>Holy shit.
>Beforehand, it was a spur of the moment.
>Now, though, this is premeditated homicide.
>With no other option except having your skull cave in, you slam the door and run.
>The hunt is on, and you're the prey.
 
>Adrenaline pumping, you make a break down the corridor, opposite the way you came.
>You don't intend to walk into a trap she may have set for you.
>It's not like you lose her, however.
>Linoleum floors and an empty school give away your position quite easily.
>Rarity tails you without fail, and two more balls whir past you.
>The shattered remnants create a proverbial minefield, but you don't dare to stop.
>A couple shards embed themselves in your shoe, but nothing hurts enough to make you stop.
>The stairs come into view, and you make a break for them.
>You've got a plan.
>A few more balls fly past you on your way up, and your shoulder is grazed.
>Even on the stairwell, Rarity maintains her speed.
>Regardless of the closing distance between you two, you know you can get out of this.
>The door to your sanctuary stands before you.
>You burst through the door into the library.
>Grabbing the nearest book you can, you crouch below the doors.
>Rarity walks through the right door, unaware of your position.
>With you right in her blindspot, you strike her with the book in the back of her skull as hard as you can.
>The blow knocks her down, but not out.
>Crystal balls run out of her sleeves, and she tries to grab one.
>Not knowing what else to do, you grab her legs and drag her from them by force.
>Predictably, she kicks at you in an attempt to get free.
>Your grip comes loose on one, and you lose the other when she kicks your hand.
>Before she can regain her sense of balance, you jump down onto her and pin her.
>She tries to claw at you, but with the leverage you hold down her arms.
>Impotent rage flies from her mouth as she screams at you to let her go.
>No fucking way you're going to do that.
>Until she begins to stop flailing around, you keep on her.
>After a few minutes, she wears herself out.
>Rarity has run out of her rage, and has given in to crying.
>Her mascara runs as she lies beneath you.
>Maybe you can talk some sense into her now.
 
"Rarity, what the FUCK do you think you're doing?!"
>The fire in her eyes comes back.
>"I'm saving Sweetie Belle from you, you disgusting monster!"
>A sickening myriad of wine smells burn your nose through her rant.
>"You've pulled the wool over my friends, but I'm not going to be led astray a second time, you insane pedophile!”
>Insane?
>Rich, coming from the drunken, homicidal Jareth clone.
>”I'm not going to just stand by and watch you steal her purity!”
“I'm not stealing her purity!”
>The look in her eyes says she'd strangle you again if she could.
>”So, you just came to the school with the intention of being alone with my sister, and I am to believe you had no ill intent?”
“I came to make sure she was not going to get abducted in the night!”
>You bear down closer to her, barely above her face.
“What is it going to take to make you understand!?”
>Her indignant glare fades as she comes back down from her murder high.
>”Let me up.”
“What?”
>”You're crushing me, and it's hard to breathe.”
>Not willing to take the chance that you actually are hurting her, you get off of her.
>With her so close, and her balls spread around, it's nearly impossible to make a move before you catch her.
>”Why, Anonymous?”
“Why what?”
>”Why can't you just leave Sweetie Belle alone?”
>Rarity's fire is gone once again, too exhausted to keep up her wrath any longer.
“Because I love Sweetie.”
>”Sweetie Belle doesn't need your sort of sick love.”
“Then what love does she need, Rarity? The love of her absent parents? Or how about the love of her drunk sister, who left her back home to come kill me?”
>Your words cut into her, as she starts to realize what she has been doing.
“What kind of love is it to put yourself at risk of going to jail, taking away the both of us? Did you even think about what she's going to do without you around?”
 
>Rarity looks down to the floor, aware of just what she's been putting Sweetie Belle through.
"Rare, this can't keep up. Sweetie Belle needs you."
>You step closer towards Rarity.
"Do you know why I didn't tell anyone about who nearly collapsed my windpipe? Because I am not going to let you leave Sweetie Belle's life. Even if she doesn't say it, she does love you."
>Rarity tries to back away, but you keep her close to you.
"We both love you, Rarity. You're her sister and you're my friend. I care deeply for you both. When you hurt, she hurts. When either of you hurt, I hurt. The both of you look terrible when you cry."
>The fight leaves her body, as she begins to rest on you.
>"I just wanted to keep her safe."
"Damn it, Rarity, I know where you're coming from. I know none of this looks good, but you're only hurting everyone around you when you get like this."
>She's begun crying onto your shirt, just like Sweetie.
>"Anon, I just can't bear the thought of losing my sister like that. Not this soon."
>Niagra Falls takes residence on your chest, Rarity's leaking face staining you.
"Rarity, everyone grows up sometime. Sweetie's just ahead of the curve, like she's always been."
>"Why can't you just love one of the others instead? Why can't you just love me in her place?"
>Carefully, you embrace Rarity in a hug.
“You are a great person, Rarity. If any of this went differently, maybe it would have been you I fell for. But as similar as you are, there's no way to get one from the other. My heart belongs to Sweetie Belle, and that's just how it will be.”
>Waiting for a response, you notice that she's stopped moving.
>Rarity has cried herself to sleep.
>The situation makes you chuckle, as you carry her out of the library.
>All you have left to do is get her home.
>Sweetie will be glad to have both of you back in one piece, and you've no intent of denying her that.
 
>Here you are again, at Rarity's.
>You've seen more of this place than you have in the last few days than the last few months.
>Not that you aren't going to be seeing more of it.
>Opening the passenger door, you manage to wiggle Rarity out of the car.
>A short jaunt later, you carry her over your shoulder and knock on the door.
>Sure enough, Sweetie opens up.
>Her eyes light up as she sees you towering over her in the doorway.
>”Anon, you're okay!”
>The smile on her face diminishes when she sees your parcel slung over your shoulder.
>”Oh no, did Rarity-”
“It's fine, Sweetie, just help me set her on the couch.”
>Between the two of you, it's an easy enough task.
>Lying there, Rarity looks relatively peaceful.
>Makes it hard to believe that she was actively trying to murder you just a few minutes ago.
>Equally as hard to believe that she coordinated this all while more intoxicated than the whole of Ireland.
>Rarity is as skilled as she is terrifying.
>”Anon, I'm sorry.”
>Sweetie Belle looks at you crestfallen.
>”Rarity saw me before I left and-”
>You put your hand on Sweetie's head and tussle her hair.
“I'm not worried about any of that. I'm just glad you're safe and sound.”
>The bundle of cute hugs you harder than she has before.
>Feels good.
“Also, don't try to arrange clandestine meetings in the future. That's bad.”
>Sweetie looks at you with her usual baleful eyes.
>”But-”
“But nothing, Sweetie. I don't want you to possibly get yourself into trouble, legal or otherwise, on my account. Promise me you won't do that again.”
>Even though you're reprimanding her, she puts on a brave face and nods.
>”I promise, but you gotta do something for me in return.”
>Huh, this is new.
“Uh, I guess. What is it, though?”
>”Follow me.”
>Sweetie Belle skips away from you and up the stairs.
>Unsure of what else to do, you follow her lead.
>What's the worst that could happen?
 
>Once up the stairs, Sweetie Belle slinks into her room and beckons you.
>As you head into her room, you get the feeling that not everything is alright.
>Behind you, the door shuts and the lock produces a deafening click.
>Turning towards Sweetie Belle, you notice she's standing between you and the door.
>Second time tonight you have been trapped.
>You really need to be more observant.
>Clutching your hand, Sweetie leads you to her bed.
>Upon reaching your destination, she lets your hand go and sits on the edge of her bed.
>Sweetie Belle teeters back and forth between looking at you and the floor.
>With the tension in the room, you prepare to say something but are cut off by Sweetie.
>"O-okay, Anon, I wanted to...”
>Again, she's shut down.
“You wanted to what, Sweetie?”
>Mumbled sounds tickle your eardrums as she squeaks something out from under her breath.
>Can't make any of that out, though.
“Sweetie?”
>The second time is barely better, but you can definitely make out a bit of her last word.
“I can't hear you, Sweetie. You need to speak up.”
>”...want to have...”
>More of it is becoming clear.
>However, you really hope that she's not saying what you think she is.
>You request her to repeat herself once more, but you kneel down next to her.
>Down here, her words come through as clear as crystal.
>Standing up, you swallow back your apprehension and attempt confirm her statement.
“Sweetie, did you just say you want to have sex?”
>The flush of her face tells you that you heard her correctly.
>A cold sweat overtakes you as you try to think your way through this.
>In front of you, your 13 year old girlfriend is asking you to have sex with her.
>Now, you were caught between the eternal struggle that has plagued man since time immemorial.
>Do you listen to your brain and do the logical thing, or do you follow your heart?
 
>Locked in an internal struggle, you stand as a statue in front of Sweetie.
>Many times in your life you have been torn between two equally important choices, but never has it been this conflicting.
>Rarity would be completely justified in her view of you as a dastardly kiddy diddler if you actually went through with it.
>On the other hand, Sweetie Belle herself is asking you to truly cement this relationship in the realest of ways.
>The former is definitely the one that would hold more weight in a court of law, however.
>”Anon?”
>Sweetie Belle's voice pulls you back to reality.
>Her innocent gaze tugs at your heart.
>Your will to resist begins to falter.
>Goddammit, no.
>Before you completely lose control of your will, you spout out your decision.
“I'm sorry, Sweetie, but it's not the right time for us to do this.”
>Sweetie's heart brings back her crestfallen face.
>Boy, do you remember that feeling.
>The sexual rejection is not an easy one to handle the first time.
>”O-oh.”
>Little marshmallow doesn't sound any amount of pleased with your decision.
>”I just thought you would want to, because we already kissed.”
>From kissing to sex?
>Kids these days are something else.
“Sweetie, it's not that I don't want to do anything with you, but we should probably wait a little longer before this.”
>”I don't understand, though. Aren't couples supposed to do this together?”
>Oh, boy.
“Yes, Sweetie, but there's more than just how we feel. Rarity would absolutely flip if she caught us. I don't need to find out what she would do if she saw us after seeing what she did when we told her we were dating.”
>With your deliberation, she seems to accept your view.
>Until you see her eyes light up with a renewed hope.
>”If Rarity's the problem, then would everything be alright if we got her permission for it?”
 
>There goes a question you didn't expect.
"Sweetie, you know there's very little I wouldn't do for you, but the impossible is something I cannot do by definition alone."
>Defiantly, she stands up from her bed.
>It'd be cute if you didn't know she was serious.
>"It's not impossible, Anon. You're okay, so you got Rarity to calm down somehow, didn't you?"
>Somehow being the fact that you beat her with an encyclopedia about two books thick.
>"If you did that, then you can convince her with this, right?"
>Unless you knocked a couple of screws loose in her head, that is very unlikely.
"Sweetie, even if I had a genie, no amount of wishing could get her to go along with that.”
>Her arms lock around you in a hug, and she activates her puppy-dog eyes.
>”Even if it won't be easy, you could still try to convince her, right?”
“Sweetie.”
>Those eyes of hers don't relent, however.
>With enough reservations to open 50 casinos, you give a heavy sigh.
“I suppose that I can at least do that much.”
>Unsurprisingly, that adorable smile of hers comes back.
>Never will there be a time that you tire of it.
>Matter settled, you make for the door until Sweetie grabs onto your sleeve.
>”Anon, where are you going?”
>What?
“I'm going home, Sweetie. It's late and I am beyond tired.”
>”Why do you need to go home?”
>You cock your eyebrow at her question.
“That's where my bed is, Sweetie.”
>”But there's a bed right here.”
>Did she just imply what you think she did?
“Hold on, Sweetie, I-”
>”There's nothing wrong with sleeping, is there?”
>She doesn't give you the opportunity to respond before she drags you to the bed.
>”Please, stay.”
>Well, it's not like this is really illegal.
>Is it?
>The questioning stops when you feel Sweetie nestle into your body.
>Her small frame feels right as she lies next to you.
>Closing your eyes, you give in to the demand and cuddle with her.
>You hate driving at night anyway.
 
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZR4sNVMJeM
>Gentle classical rouses you from your slumber.
>Still groggy, you fumble for the source of the alarm clock producing the cliché music.
>Flailing around for the better portion of two minutes, you eventually silence it.
>After the sounds stop, you realize that you're normally awoken by the klaxon of your ancient clock.
>Realization hits you that you never went home, and spent the night sleeping in Sweetie Belle's bed.
>Clearing the crust from your eyes, you look down to see her still lost in the throes of sleep.
>It's a very relaxing scene to behold.
>Until you realize her ass is nearly glued to your morning wood.
>Deciding that the best course of action is to remove your boner from her vicinity, you furtively leave her bed and excuse yourself to the washroom.
>En route, you notice Opal walks out from the door.
>Surprised by the presence of a previously unknown person in the house, she stares at you.
“Hey, Opal.”
>Kneeling, you extend your hand to her in friendship.
>Opal brushes into your palm, then departs down the hallway.
>Pretty cool for a cat.
>With the previous occupant gone, you relieve yourself and wash away the rest of the morning filth from your face.
>Refreshed, you head down the stairs and turn your attention to the couch.
>The furniture is empty, barring Rarity's wig.
>She's likely up and about at the moment.
>Clinking from the kitchen draws your attention.
>Peeking your head in, you spot Rarity in a bathrobe with her morning face on.
>Eating a bowl of bran flakes.
>No matter how she tries to mask her disdain, you can easily tell she doesn't care for the food.
>Slipping into the kitchen, you posture yourself upright and clear your throat.
>The act garners Rarity's attention.
>Eternity passes as she looks at you without moving her body.
“Good morning, Rarity. How are you feeling?”
 
>Rarity relaxes her tensed muscles and resumes her eating.
>”My head feels like it was split open by a sledgehammer.”
>Flashing back to the events of last night, you recall that you solidly nailed her.
“Oh. Yeah. Sorry about that, Rarity.”
>Not wanting to stand around awkwardly, you move yourself to the table and have a seat.
>Rarity stares into her bowl as you sit across from her.
>”How are you feeling today, Anonymous?”
>Wow, she's actually talking to you.
>Continuing the ice-breaking, you put on a smile.
“I'm feeling well. Throat whistles a bit when I wake up, but the doctor said that it'll go away in about a week or so. All I can think about when I wake up is that the coffee is done.”
>Her face softens at your meager joke.
>Progress if there ever was.
“Um, pleasantries aside, I feel that there's still something to address. Do you remember last night, Rarity? Anything at all?”
>The spoon falls from Rarity's grasp and into the bowl.
>”...Anonymous, I must apologize to you for that. My wrath got the better of me for a while. That was truly unladylike of me.”
>She actually apologized to you.
“Don't sweat it, Rarity. Besides, I figure that after last night we've kind of evened up.”
>”I suppose so.”
>The two of you share a light chuckle, embracing the uneasy peace between the two of you.
>What you're about to do next is likely going to kill it, though.
“So, Rarity, now that you're sober and not as likely to fly at me, I have something to talk to you about.”
>Rarity looks up from her bowl at you.
>”Go ahead, darling.”
>You take a deep breath and prepare yourself.
“Last night, Sweetie Belle propositioned me to engage in sexual intercourse.”
>Any semblance of cheer has fled from Rarity's face.
“Which I declined, understanding your likely feelings on the matter. I did however promise her I would ask for your opinion on it.”
>Cold wraps around your heart from her icy stare.
“Rare?”
>”Please, continue.”
 
>She hasn't gone for you with the spoon, so that's a good sign.
“Oh, alright. After that happened, I slept on the matter and decided that it would be best to come out with it straight away.”
>”Did you sleep well in the guest room?”
“Actually, I slept in Sweetie's bed...I should not have said that, should I?”
>”The pain is greatly dulling my rage, I suggest you continue while you have the chance.”
>Every word from your mouth is driving you closer to your doom.
“My point is I'm really trying to not make the wrong choices here, Rarity, but having you against me makes all of this quite a trial.”
>Rarity closes her eyes and breathes heavily through her nose.
“...So?”
>”Absolutely not.”
>Well, you did your best.
>Her eyes open up to a half-lidded stare, and you feel the tension from before dissipate.
>”Anonymous, in these past few days I have come to accept the fact that Sweetie Belle has begun the process of making her own choices and there is little I can do to stop that. I understand that for the both of you, this has not been an easy time.”
>Rarity takes a light sip from her cup of tea as she tries to compose herself.
>”However, this does not mean that I am in any better position. I have been entrusted with ensuring her well-being, and even if she were legally able to consent, I would still not give you my blessing.”
>Everything considered, this conversation is going better than you had hoped.
>”I would not simply give away the virtue of my sister to the first man she laid eyes upon, and I am still not convinced that you should be anywhere near Sweetie Belle.”
>You understand the intent behind her statement, but you've come too far to just let go of it all.
>Then, a light goes on in your head.
“I know you feel that way now, Rarity, but what if I told you that I could guarantee there was a way to change your mind?”
>Her interest piqued, she raises a brow and crosses her arms.
>”I'm listening.”
 
>You put on your poker face and clasp your hands together.
"I want you to go on a date with us."
>Rarity stares at you in bewilderment.
>"A date?"
"Yeah, secretly, so you can see how happy Sweetie Belle is with me."
>"Oh, that's what you meant."
>Curious, you furrow your brow.
"Yes. What did-"
>"Nevermind, that's not important. What is important is how much bologna you are trying to peddle me. Anonymous, do I look like a deli?"
"Oh, come on, Rarity. You have been so wrapped up in your little fashion world that you haven't seen her happy in weeks. I know you would change your mind if you saw us."
>Rarity's face returns to her curious expression.
>"Exactly what guarantee do I have that you aren't going to coach Sweetie Belle on what to do and say? Your kind have a reputation for warping children to their whims."
"For the last time, I am not a predator. Besides, we both know that Sweetie Belle couldn't act her way out of a wet paper bag."
>She tries to object, but realizes there is nothing she can say to the contrary.
“Rarity, I promise, you will see that she's actually happy with me.”
>”Just how do you propose I would observe the two of you on your-”
>Her tongue struggles to parse out the word.
>”Date, without being observed?”
>Amused, you rest your head on your palm.
“Gee, Rare, I don't quite know. How would the most fashion-oriented girl in town, with a penchant for Noir fiction, possibly have the capability for such a daunting task?”
>The flattery gets to her, as you see her soured disposition begin to crack.
“I'll tell you where we'll be going at least 10 minutes in advance. As well, you've got yourself an excuse to not be seen right now, in the midst of your regimen.”
>Rarity seems to have finally given in to your assault on her reluctance.
>”Fine, but I'll be watching you like a hawk.”
>Her arm extends towards you, hand open.
>Smiling, you put out your arm and shake on it.
“I know you won't regret this, Rarity.”
 
>”That remains to be seen, Anonymous. I'll take my leave now.”
>Rarity excuses herself from the table and absconds with her bowl.
“We're going to go to the mall. Keep that in mind.”
>She slips past the corner, but you're not sure she heard.
>Regardless, you decide to stand up and excuse yourself from the kitchen as well.
>As you walk outside the room, you hear the door creaking from upstairs.
>Sweetie Belle emerges in a new outfit you haven't actually seen before.
>Great, the fact that she's showered means you can leave straight away.
>You watch as she descends the stairs, eager smile on her face.
>When she's down, she comes up to you and hugs you.
>”Morning, Anon. Did you do it yet?”
>At present, you're barely tolerated in this household.
>Massaging your neck with your hand, you look off to the side.
“Not yet, Sweetie.”
>”But why, Anon?”
>Intent on maintaining the charade, you distract her by sweeping her off of her feet.
>She seems to like the gesture.
“I figure we should do something else. Something to celebrate. A date.”
>Her cute gasp of excitement makes its return.
>”A date?! Like a really real date?!”
>Putting on your best grin, you give a hearty chuckle.
“Of course, Sweetie. We're an item now, so it only makes sense that we go on a real date and we have a really fun time.”
>Cracks begin to appear in her happy expression.
>”But what about, you know, Rarity?”
“Rarity's holed up in her room. I figure she won't mind if the two of us slip out if she doesn't get to say no.”
>Sweetie Belle tries to raise another point, but you cut her off with a kiss.
>Caught by surprise she gives off a cute squeal and returns the gesture.
>Like you, she's broken into a blush at the sudden affectionate outburst.
>”A-alright, then let's go on a date~”
>Even when she's trying to be sexy, she's still cute as ever.
>You make a for the car with your lover in tow.
>If you can keep up the romance and the half-truths, you can do this.
 
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aHTHwnLrxA
>Pushing the doors open, the two of you enter the mall.
>Sweetie Belle is still elated at the fact that she's on a real date
>Usually, the two of you just have a shake and marvel at the fountain, but you're on a mission today.
>A mission of romance.
>With that in mind, you're going to pull out all the possible stops today.
>”So, Anon, what are we going to do today?”
>Turning towards Sweetie, you see her expectant self awaiting a response.
>Question is, what are you going to do?
>Game plan never really got established beyond the whole 'romancing Sweetie Belle' phase.
>But you aren't about to let down the marshmallow now.
“We're gonna do all the things!”
>”All the things?”
>She cocks her head as she ponders what that exactly entails.
>Now secure in the nebulous concept of your date, you begin to walk forward.
“Yup, all the things. Now, let's get this roller-coaster started.”
>The two of you make your way through the crowd in the mall.
>Lot of hustle and bustle today, but that's a good thing this time.
>Such a large amount of people will definitely be able to hide Rarity well.
>It'll also make it easier on you to not subconsciously search her out in a sparsely populated part of the mall.
>The last thing you need is to blow your chance to actually win back Rarity's favor.
>As you're lost in your internal planning, you are greeted by an old friend.
>Barely coming to a stop, you narrowly avoid knocking yourself into the directory.
>What is it with you and collisions, lately?
>Jostling that aside, it is actually fortuitous that you've run into it.
>You snag a picture of the directory on your phone and quickly set it as your lock screen.
>Having this map will make it easier to get along.
>If you get stuck, you can just whip it out and plan a new course for fun.
>Actually, something has already caught your eye on the stand.
“Hey, Sweetie, let's go to the photo booth.”
 
>Sweetie looks up at you with a pleased smile.
>Gotta commemorate the first date with a photo-strip or two, right?
>Moving through the crowd, the both of you make it towards the booth.
“Ladies first.”
>”My, what a gentleman~”
>She chuckles as she's ushered within the booth.
>Things a bit small for you, but you manage to squish inside well enough.
>At least it's just the two of you trying to fit in her.
>”So, what poses do we make?”
>Huh, you don't rightly know.
>Never had a chance to use one of these before.
“Man, that's a good question.”
>”How about we just do the first thing that comes to mind, honey?”
“Honey?”
>You look at Sweetie Belle, her cheeks puffed out indignantly.
>”I will find a pet name for you, and it will be good!”
>Seeing her cuteness, you are given an idea.
“Wait, Sweetie, don't move from that pose and follow my lead.”
>Popping in the dollar, you mimic her huff-and-puff stance.
>The first flash captures the picture.
>Little time to spare, you adopt a sad pose and shoot a quick look to Sweetie.
>She responds in kinds, and the two of you look like a commercial for teen Xoloft prescriptions.
>The second flash is done.
>Once it's over you adopt an apologetic stance and Sweetie looks as if she's considering it.
>Third flash over, you scramble to get in the last photo and trap her into a tender hug.
>Both of you share a genuine smile as the fourth flash goes off.
>Photo session completed, you both slip out of the booth and take a look at your strips.
>”Wow, this is great, Anon! I'm going to put this in my scrapbook!”
“Scrapbook?”
>Defensive once more, she puffs out her cheeks.
>”Don't judge me.”
>Cute as she is, you can't help but let of a laugh and tussle her hair.
>Taking a look at the photos, you realize that she's right.
“Yep, these are perfect in every sense of the words.”
>Aside from the great story behind it, you know Rarity will fall for these.
>Women love romantic photos.
 
>Phase one of however many phases exist done, you glean a bit of info from your phone and sally forth.
>Heading off through the crowd again, you end up in the pet shop.
>Wow, this place is quite packed.
>Sweetie Belle takes in the sight of all the loveable creatures before her.
>Neither of you were exactly Fluttershy, but you both had an appreciation for them.
>Walking through the aisles, you gaze into the many synchronized hamster wheels turning, occupied by hamsters, ferrets, mice and a squirrel.
>Damn, this place is so mesmerizing.
>After you manage to break the enchanting spell, you walk through to the fish section.
>The rainbow of aquatic lifeforms before you all gathered into large tanks amazes you both.
>Horrifying as some things in it are, the ocean still produces some amazingly beautiful organisms.
>Sweetie Belle tugs on your arm as she drags you toward the avian section of the store.
>This place is like stepping into a zoo.
>Feathers of all sorts come together in a beautiful mural accompanied by random squawks and chirps.
>Out of it all, the songbirds try to harmonize, but are drowned out by the rest of the birds.
>Leaving your side, Sweetie moves towards the songbirds and begins to harmonize with them.
>Emboldened by their new ally, they begin to drown out the rest of the cacophony in a beautiful melody.
>All the other birds and patrons begin to hush as your little buddy brings majestic order out of the chaos.
>Soon, she realizes exactly what she has done as people begin to clap for her.
>Now embarrassed, she grabs hold of you and exits the shop.
>The two of you sit down on a nearby bench and take it easy for a while as Sweetie decompresses.
>Until you hear a disruptive sound.
>Both of your stomachs go off, requesting something to fill them.
“Sounds like it's time to hit up the food court to me, Sweetie.”
>Nodding in agreement, you both head towards the escalators and embark toward the second floor.
 
>Once the both of you reach your ascent, you casually shuffle towards the assorted food venues.
>Sweetie Belle drifts automatically towards the shake station.
>Wait, no, you can't.
>Not today.
>Grabbing hold of Sweetie, you lead her towards the kosher juice station.
>Freshly squeezed juice is good for kids, right?
>”Anon, why are we here?”
>Your companion is puzzled by the divergence from your usual habits.
“Oh, well, milkshakes are good for chilling out and being comfortable, but we've got a lot of time ahead of us. Juice will be better for keeping us energetic and awake.”
>Sweetie turns the thought in her head for a while, ceding to your point.
>Happy with the ease of the matter, you pay the cashier and watch the jewish juicers juice juice.
>Eugh, that's a tongue-twister waiting to happen.
>Once done, you take the cups and walk towards the chinese place.
>At least you think it's chinese.
>Whatever it is, it's a healthier choice than the usual burger and fries.
>Sweetie doesn't seem to mind the change of pace, and loads up her order with fried rice and lo mein.
>You elect to get the orange chicken and some chow mein.
>Plates obtained, the two of you find a nice spot near the railing and proceed to indulge yourselves.
>Wow, this is actually kind of good.
>It may have been a while since you've seen her, but you know that she's watching the both of you right now.
>Looking over the railing, you find yourself wondering exactly who she's disguised as this time.
>Better to not question it, but you know that this will bug you in the back of your mind for a while.
>”Anon?”
>The marshmallow grabs your attention from the railing.
“Yes, Sweetie?”
>”I'm having a really fun time. Thank you.”
>Her smile tell you her words are genuine.
>You smile back at her.
“It's no trouble Sweetie. I'll always be willing to spend time with you.”
>Both of you share a tender moment in quiet bliss.
>”Sweetie Belle?”
>Or at least you were sharing a moment.
 
>The two voices that dragged you two back to reality belong to the rest of Sweetie's entourage.
>Scootaloo and Applebloom push themselves into the midst of your table, holding their own food.
>”What are y'all doing here?”
>Before you can tell the two intruders to fuck off, Sweetie Belle interjects.
>”Anon and I are hanging out.”
>Applebloom turns towards Sweetie and nearly knocks over your juice.
>”When you said you made plans, you meant you had a date?”
>”Wait, you two are on a date?”
>”Whoops.”
>Sweetie Belle begins to panic at the fact that Applebloom spilled the beans to Scootaloo.
>You stare daggers at Applebloom for her major goof.
>Scootaloo looks in surprise at the two of you.
>”Anon, your girlfriend is S-”
>Not wanting to draw the attention of any passersby, you put a finger to Scootaloo's lips.
“Scootaloo, I swear that if you even consider finishing that sentence, I will toss you over that railing.”
>Terrified, she nods her head in acknowledgment of your threat.
>Looking up from her platter, Sweetie Belle turns towards her friend.
>”What are you guys even doing here? I thought you were busy today.”
>”Ah wasn't looking to leave the farm today, but Applejack went into labor and ah can tell ya I didn't need to see that. Scootaloo's mom went after her with a waffle iron because she forgot to lock up the chicken coop, so she's waiting for her to cool down.”
>Perturbed, Applebloom looks between the two of you.
>”The most important question is, why didn't ya tell us y'all were going here? That hurts, knowing ya kept something secret like this. We tell each other everything.”
>”You guys didn't tell me anything!”
>”We were fixing to, ya big baby.”
>Sweetie Belle frowns, feeling ashamed at breaking the trust of the group.
>”I'm sorry, I should've told you.”
>Applebloom crosses her arms and rolls her eyes upward.
>”Ah guess we can forgive ya...but ya gotta take us along.”
>Wait, what?
 
>Looking at Applebloom, you can tell she's completely serious.
>In addition to the huge rack, she's got a large set of balls as well.
>”Along? Like, with us and stuff?”
>The head on her shoulders nods hard enough to blur.
>”Yep. Ya already beat us on the other side of the equation, but ah figure we can enjoy it just as much going along.”
>Holy shit, Applebloom really is hijacking Sweetie's first date.
>”W-wait, like, we'd get to go along with Sweetie? I've never done this sort of thing before.”
>Scootaloo looks like she's about to create a slipping hazard in the food court.
>Disturbing doesn't begin to describe her face.
>Having had enough of this, you decide to put your foot down on the matter.
“What do you two think you're doing? This is-”
>”Alright, you guys can come.”
>...Huh?
>Did Sweetie seriously just agree to this?
>”But only if it's okay with Anon.”
>The three girls turn to you, eager to see your response.
>Part of you knows that it'd look really sketchy from Rarity's perspective, but Sweetie herself actually doesn't seem to mind sharing the experience with her friends.
>It's admirable, the lengths she's willing to go to extend her friendship with them.
>Even though she's likely going to cost you a bit with your performance for Rarity, this gesture would likely mean a lot to her.
>Killing your fun is worth it if it means Sweetie Belle is going to have a fun time.
>Deep within you, you know that something's going to kill your wallet before the day is out.
“If it's going to be fun for you, Sweetie, I guess they can come.”
>Applebloom and Scootaloo squeal in delight at the news.
>They squish Sweetie in a hug, who seems more or less at peace with the idea.
>You wish you could share her emotion right now, but you realize that you just made a date with three Freshmen in likely full view of Rarity.
>Oh boy, isn't this going to be a nightmare.
 
>Shambling away from the food court, you gaze around at the second floor's shops.
>Having to decide on an activity to entertain three rather than one is not going to be easy.
>Especially with Scootaloo's proximity to you.
>You can feel the aura of desperation expanding behind you.
>Applebloom brushes by you as she excitedly points out towards one of the stores.
>”Oh, we should go in there!”
>Taking a closer look at the items inside, you realize it's a clothing store.
>Experience tells you that women and clothes shopping are a mixture for endless torment.
>As you're about to veto the outburst, the gaggle of girls giddily scuttle toward the shop.
>Heaven help you.
>
>It's only been half an hour, but to you it has been an eternity.
>Joining the other men on the waiting bench, you observe the broken and soulless look of your comrades in waiting.
>Likely they have been here for an hour, possibly two.
>These are braver souls than you.
>As you hang your head low, a large shadow looms over you.
>Sweetie Belle and Applebloom have returned from their excursion into the depths of fashion hell.
>But with significantly less than you expected on them.
>Sweetie Belle was wearing a new hat, which definitely complemented the rest of her new attire.
>Applebloom...got a green bow instead of a red one.
“It took you guys that long to actually decide on what kind of head accessories to buy?”
>The ribbon-clad leech that you know as Applebloom frowns at your statement.
>”Do ya know how hard it is to find a bow in the exact shade of color as an apple?”
“I don't know and I don't really care. I've always been more partial to pomegranates than apples, anyway.”
>Applebloom gasps as if you just shot the Pope.
>”What a horrible thing to say to an apple farmer. Just for that, y'all are paying for our new clothes.”
“If it can get me out of here, fine.”
>Can't be more than eight dollars for all that, right?
 
>As you're about to move on to the register, you realize that one of them is missing.
"Hey, where did Scootaloo go?"
>Sweetie and Applebloom look behind them.
>"Oh, for crying out loud. Scootaloo, don't make us come back there."
>The threat is met with silence.
>Applebloom fumes at the cold shoulder to her response and grabs hold of the two of you, dragging you to the back of the store.
>She stops as she hits the door to a dressing room.
>”Okay, ya got to the count of three to come out, or ah am gonna go in there and get ya myself.”
>Mumbles come from the room.
>”One...two...three.”
>Applebloom makes good on her threat as she scales the door and the sounds of a minor scuffle break out.
>The door flings open as Applebloom's shoulder rams it.
>From behind the assertive farmgirl, you see Scootaloo.
>Dressed in something other than her trademark thrift shop hoodie and shorts.
>With this new outfit she...almost looks beautiful.
>”I told you I didn't want to come out.”
>”And ah told ya to stop being a chicken. Ya look perfectly fine. Isn't that right, Anon?”
>The two young girls wait for a response.
>Your attention has wandered to the fact that Scootaloo looks attractive, and has not made it home yet.
>Fingers snapping in your face bring you back to the present, and you belt out the first thing that comes to your mind.
“Yeah, you look sexy.”
>All three girls stare in surprise at your statement.
>Knowing that she actually look appealing to you, Scootaloo blushes at your comment.
>You want to vomit.
>Spaghetti spilled, you herd them to the register and produce your card.
>The clerk scans the items, and the tags on Scootaloo.
>Color drains from your face as you see the total.
>Your card whimpers in pain as the funds are sucked directly out of it.
>So, this is how your bank account dies.
>Not from Runescape membership, but on a date with Sweetie hijacked by Scootaloo and Applebloom.
>Man was not meant to suffer like this.
 
>After surrendering your hard-earned finances to the void, you walk out defeated.
>So much money, gone in the blink of an eye.
>The girls drag you along toward some other place, not intent on letting you rest.
>Looking at the sign on the entrance, you can clearly make out the word 'tattoo'.
>It's not long enough for you to see what the rest of the phrase is, but seeing that word makes your heart drop.
>As you're about to voice your discontent with the decision of the girls, you realize that there are plenty of other young children in here.
>Oh, this must be one of those newfangled temporary tattoo parlors.
>So, this is essentially like advanced face painting.
>There's nothing wrong with that, right?
>Glancing at the wall, you check out the price ranges.
>It's only a couple of dollars for these things.
>Frugal activities are welcome after the fiasco a few minutes back.
>”Can I help you, sir?”
>A woman with feathered hair approaches you, covered in actual tattoos.
“Uh, just take care of these three for me. I'm gonna go wait on the bench.”
>”Ya ain't coming with us?”
>Looking down at Applebloom, she has a wide grin on her face.
“Please don't let them go wild with the requests.”
>Applebloom frowns as you likely ruin her plan.
>The woman herds them toward her station and you sit down with the collection of other people in the waiting area.
>Looking at the table, you see a very scant selection of magazines.
>And a tattoo catalog.
>You observe the contents within.
>Holy shit, are you glad that you decided to nip the plans of Applebloom in the bud.
>As beautiful as some of these temporary tattoos are, quite a few of them would be far more than you'd want anyone seeing on any of the girls.
>The last thing you need for Rarity to see is any of these girls looking like underage asian prostitutes.
 
>”Alright, sir, the girls are done. Pay at the counter.”
>Your attention switches out of the catalog as you watch the woman walk away from you.
>The girls are giggling at the checkout.
>Shit, this can't be good.
>Casually, you walk up to the congregation to assess the damage.
“Enjoying yourselves?”
>The trio whips around, giving you the opportunity to view their tattoos.
>Which are far more subdued than you expected.
>Unsurprisingly, Applebloom has gotten an apple on both of her cheeks.
>Sweetie Belle got whiskers.
>Girl really is quite the kid inside still.
>This is basically advanced face painting.
>Looking at Scootaloo, you can only see a blush on her cheeks.
“Wait, Scootaloo, were you too embarassed to get yourself something?”
>Before she can respond, Applebloom interjects.
>”Oh no, she got something. Something pretty great.”
>Applebloom slaps Scootaloo's arms away from her midriff and reveals her temporary tattoo.
>...Every part of you refuses to actually believe what you're actually seeing right now.
>It takes quite a bit of willpower to not burst out in laughter.
>But you can barely hide that smirk of yours.
>Now you understand why they were giggling.
“Scootaloo, I know that there are many things I will never understand about you, but please enlighten me on why that's what you got.”
>The embarrassed girl fidgets uncomfortably as you all revel in her misery.
>”I...I think my request was misinterpreted by the staff.”
>Plopping down the payment and stuffing the tip jar, you huddle the girls together and usher them out of the store.
>Sweetie Belle and Applebloom are still clutching their sides as Scootaloo makes every effort to hide her shame from the rest of the public's view.
>And for good reason, too.
>You don't know what exactly she was thinking, but you know that the artist deserves that tip.
>Regardless of the initial intent, you know she won't live down that stencil of an overweight chicken.
 
>Considering the many things that could have gone wrong, you definitely ended up on the winning side of that episode.
>Sneaking out your phone, you glance at the time and the directory.
>You've pretty much seen most of what this floor has to offer.
>The girls seem content with their current status, however.
>Scootaloo still won't give up covering that mistake, though.
>You would pity her if she didn't dig her own grave willingly.
>As you're slowly shuffling through the dwindling crowd, you feel Applebloom tug on your arm.
>”Hey, Anon, let's go in there!”
>Following her finger, you see she's pointing towards a photo booth.
>It's large enough to accommodate the group you have here.
>”W-wait, I don't wanna go in there!”
>Scootaloo objects, but you can already see Applebloom pushing her towards the booth with Sweetie Belle in tow, muttering something as they blaze ahead of you.
>Applebloom glances back at you and motions you towards them.
>This'll be easy enough to manage, you suppose.
>You follow the girls into the booth, and they put you in the middle of the group.
>Slipping in the fee, you sit back and prepare yourself.
>Bloom and Sweetie strike a few cute poses, eating up the first three shots.
>Scootaloo just blushes as she hides her shame.
>Having them so calm has you relax.
>When you notice the look on Applebloom, you realize that you have made an error in letting down your guard.
>As the final flash is about to come, you see Applebloom and Scootaloo grab hold of their shirts, with Applebloom grabbing onto Sweetie Belle's.
>Your stomach lurches as the fabric lifts away from their bodies and the final light fills the booth.
>In that flash, a brief glimpse of your future fills you with terror at the thought of anyone seeing that last photo.
>Rarity would truly be the least of your worries at that point.
 
>Fucking hell, why did you relax!?
>Sweetie Belle pulls her shirt back down, embarrassed at the unexpected exposure.
>Applebloom and Scootaloo still have them up.
>Without any time to spare, you grab hold of their clothing and pull them back down.
>Decency restored, you rush out of the booth and grab hold of the strips before anyone can even have the chance to glimpse at them.
>Thankfully the majority of the people are migrating away from your section of the floor.
>Applebloom pops out of the booth, the others trailing behind her.
>”What's the rush, Anon? They ain't going anywhere.”
>Every ounce of your willpower is going towards not yelling at Applebloom in full force right now.
“Applebloom, what the hell was that? That was completely uncool!”
>”Calm down, Anon. We're just funning around, ya worrywart.”
>You really want to slap her right now.
“This isn't a joke! I'd be in serious trouble if anyone saw these!”
>While flailing around to emphasize your point, your grip loosens slightly and one falls to the ground.
>Scrambling for it, you look around until you see that behind you, someone is staring directly at it.
>You know that face.
>Soarin is staring at you in what you can only imagine to be intent to contact the police.
“Wait, Soarin, this isn't what you think! I can explain!”
>”It's alright, bro, I get it.”
“Please don't call the, wait, what?”
>Soarin calmly hands you back the photo.
>Your mind is reeling at the fact that someone's actually not trying to form a lynch mob right now.
>”Don't worry, bro, I'm not gonna say anything. I know your pain.”
>As you are about to question his statement, two girls you recognize flock to him.
>”Soarin, don't run off like that! We still need to go to the fourth floor~”
>Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are fawning over him completely.
>They pull him away before you can respond to him.
>A burden lifts from your heart knowing someone has the same misfortune as you.
 
>”Was that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon?”
>”Ya know, I think that was.”
>The girls have flocked to your side again.
>”Did they say something about the fourth floor?”
>Sweetie Belle posits an innocent enough question.
>”They did! We should go up there if they are!”
>Oh hell no.
>Not only is that the most 'adult' place in the mall, but it is also fucking expensive.
>You nearly collapsed from merely putting your money into a mediocre fashion exchange.
>A transaction like those present on the fourth floor would kill you.
>Grabbing hold of the girls before they can actually march on, you prepare to set your foot down.
“We aren't going to the fourth floor.”
>The revelation is met with resistance.
>”But why not? Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are going up there, and anything they can do, we can do better!”
>All three nod in affirmation of their superiority towards their rivals.
>Like hell you're going to let this go on, though.
“We aren't going to the fourth floor, because we'd be late.”
>They cock their heads as they look at you.
>”Late for what?”
>Shit, you didn't think too far ahead.
>Make up a lie, damn you!
“Late for...the movies?”
>They look at you puzzled for a minute, before they burst out screaming in joy.
>Your plan has worked, and your wallet is safe for another day.
>Excited, they run off towards the down escalator and you follow them.
>Grabbing hold of your phone, you type to Rarity that there has been a slight change in plans, and that you are going to be heading to the movies.
>The text is met with no response, however.
>You really hope that she's just preoccupied in getting out of the mall.
 
>It's been a few minutes in the car already.
>Scootaloo and Applebloom have been prattling on in the back for some time.
>Your real date, however, sits in the front seat.
>Both of you are content to exchange glances at each other, enjoying the feeling that Scootaloo and Applebloom don't really exist.
>”Hey, Anon?”
>For as long as it lasted, anyway.
>Vexed, you restrain yourself from berating Applebloom for ruining your silent joy.
“Yes, Applebloom?”
>”Ah've been thinking for a while...why haven't y'all been doing anything intimate this whole time?”
>Sweetie Belle shrinks into her seat.
>You know what kind of 'intimate' she's thinking about.
“Applebloom, why the hell are you asking this?”
>She purses her lips into a pout.
>”Because y'all are supposedly boyfriend and girlfriend, yet ya didn't even try to hold her hand or touch her on her butt once.”
>Why must your patience be tried?
“Applebloom, I'm not going to be doing that in public. I don't need to cause hassle for Sweetie and myself.”
>Certainly not with Rarity looking at the both of you from the shadows.
>”So do you guys even, like, do that alone?”
>Fucking dammit, Scootaloo.
“Scoots, that's none of your business.”
>”Did ya stick it in her yet?”
>Both you and Sweetie Belle turn cherry red.
>You try to focus on driving so you don't crash into something in your flustered state.
>”Y'all ain't even done the deed yet?!”
>”Anon says we can't until Rarity says it's okay.”
>Sweetie Belle, still sunk into her seat, manages to squeak out her version of the story.
>Of course, that's not exactly how the progression of events is going to go.
>”The hell kinda system is that? Ya can't have a relationship without the good stuff.”
>What's Applebloom's deal today?
>Did someone slip something in her oatmeal?
>”Sweetie, have ya even tried getting him hard yet?”
>There must be an off-switch on her, somewhere.
 
“Applebloom, please stop.”
>”But don't y'all want to do it?”
>Everything about this conversation has spiraled out of control.
>”B-but we can't right now, Applebloom.”
>Poor Sweetie, taking the brunt of the suffering in this car.
>Looking in the rearview, you notice Applebloom gets a smile onto her face.
>”Well, if y'all don't plan to be doing that anytime soon, how do ya feel about someone else?”
>...
>This has gotten too real, and too fast.
>”Someone else?”
>”Yeah, Sweetie Belle. If y'all can't have each other right now, ah would be willing to get molested on your behalf as your friend.”
>Precociousness abounds in that girl.
>Scootaloo looks over toward Applebloom in jealous frustration.
>”H-hey! Don't go leaving me out! I could be molested for Sweetie Belle, too!”
>”Scootaloo, ah love ya like a sister, but that's just not possible. Ya have to be underage to get molested, and ya had your 15th birthday a few months ago. That's the legal age in the state of Equestria.”
>Crestfallen at the news, Scootaloo slinks dejectedly back into her chair, realizing her dreams of being molested are now impossible.
>You however revile at the fact that Applebloom has taken the time to understand the Age of Consent laws and that she's essentially soliciting you for sex.
>In front of Sweetie Belle.
>”So, what do ya say, Sweetie?”
>As you're about to lay down the law with her, Sweetie Belle looks between the two of you.
>”I-I guess that it would be unfair to Anon to have him wait for me.”
>Sweetie Belle, don't do this.
>”And we are really good friends.”
>End this farce while you have the chance!
>”So I guess it's alright for you to take care of Anon for me. B-but only if he wants to!”
>Out in the vastness of the infinite universe, there likely floats a mass of marbles grander than the entirety of the Andromeda Galaxy.
>For in this car, it seems that they have been lost to the eternal abyss of outer space.
 
>"Alright then. We're all settled on the matter. If Anon needs to satisfy his manly urges, I shall take it upon myself until Rarity gives y'all the go ahead."
>The succubus known as Applebloom extends her hand out to Sweetie Belle, who shakes her hand in kind.
>Applebloom's grin unnerves you in a way that goes far beyond anything even Scootaloo has given you before.
>Soon, the full weight of the situation dawns on you.
>Your sexual fate has been decided without your input.
>By three girls in your own car.
>In any other circumstance, this would be extremely hot.
>Despite your unwillingness to agree to this deal, nothing in your life has ever prepared you for something like this.
>Back during sex ed, you were taught that if someone was trying to touch you in a way or place that made you uncomfortable, that you got an adult.
>This information is of no help when the role has been reversed.
>Unsure of whatever else to do, you quietly accept the reality of the situation before you.
>Happily, the lot of the theater comes into view, and you pull in.
>Anything to get away from the horrible situation befalling you.
>You step out of the car and walk towards the ticket booth.
>Regardless of what it is, in your zombified state all you can do is ask for 4 tickets to the nearest airing movie.
>It's not until you feel the cold air rushing onto your face in the entrance of the theater that you come back to the waking world.
>The girls fall in behind you, Sweetie Belle holding onto your arm for comfort after the onslaught of lust from Applebloom.
>Scootaloo and Applebloom head towards the concession stand without the two of you.
>Applebloom looks back surreptitiously at you and winks as she laughs.
>Sweetie Belle grips onto your arm tighter.
>Unclean sensations of being violated fill your mind as her hips sway in an unnaturally seductive walk.
>May God have mercy on your soul today.
 
>How long has this movie been going for?
>Fifty minutes?
>It sounds innocent enough, if you didn't accidentally purchase tickets to the newest chick flick that has been thrown into theaters.
>Every scene has been excruciatingly boring.
>You take the opportunity to blink for the first time in minutes.
>The air stings your eyes as you remove yourself from the haze of terrible cinema.
>Looking around in the movie theater, you realize that you aren't the only one suffering.
>It might not be packed due to being an early screening, but there's still a substantial presence in the audience.
>Which is why you've taken the liberty to make sure no incidents arise in the theater.
>Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo sit to your side, providing a buffer zone from Applebloom.
>During your execution of the marvelous cockblock maneuver, Applebloom seemed quite ready to balk.
>Thankfully, the movie started soon enough that she couldn't strong-arm her way near you.
>No one's getting your Lucky Charms today if you can help it.
>”Ugh, this is so gross. Why did you drag us into here, Anon?”
>Silent as her words were, in the absence of cellphones it was easy enough to hear her statement.
>The other two girls shush the heretical Scootaloo.
>Her disappointment isn't stifled by the peer pressure, and Scootaloo buries her head into the bucket of popcorn resting on her lap.
>Guess that even if her shorts come off, she's still as tomboyish as Dash.
>Wait, that came out wrong.
>Fuck it, it's not like anyone can hear your thoughts anyway.
>Otherwise you'd have probably been lynched by the raging monsoon of estrogen in the theater for daring to complain about the movie.
>You don't even really know what's going on at the moment.
>All of your attention has fluttered back and forth between boredom and the movie.
>Dude has a brain tumor or something, but you haven't really been able to comprehend the plot since the first few minutes.
 
>Regardless of the date or not, you're about to walk out of the theater if only to stave off the sleep your brain is crying out for.
>As you feel your legs wanting to wind up and go, something in the movie actually catches your attention.
>Both the male and female lead have apparently said something so emotionally charged that the theater is filling with the sound of stifled emotional outburts.
>Even Applebloom has her eyes starting to tear up.
>It's grand to see an emotion aside from lust on her.
>Curious at how Scootaloo is holding up, you look over to where she had been sitting.
>Only to find her missing, with her popcorn bucket occupying the seat in her stead
>...
>That can't be good.
>Sweetie and Applebloom haven't seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary yet.
>A quick beat stirs in your heart as your eyes dart across the room, wondering where she has gone off to.
>Light crunching draws your attention to the floor below you, and you see Scootaloo on her knees staring at you.
>Due to the layer of nearly fossilized snack remnants, the sound is fairly muffled.
>Everyone else is too distracted elsewhere to notice her.
>As you're about to ask Scootaloo what the hell she's doing down there, she places her head on your lap.
>The sensation of someone near your dick stirs an instinctual reaction.
>Scootaloo looks in surprise as the bulge forms right under her nose.
>You don't know what game she's playing at, but you know that she does not have any good intentions being here.
>Every fear you have is verified as Scootaloo looks you in the eye, while she plants her face right into your crotch like a mutt looking for pants crumbs.
>Her determination for molestation appears to have not been abated by Applebloom's dissertation.
 
>While you certainly have the drive and the strength to strangle her right then and there, everyone's going to notice the sounds of you killing Scootaloo.
>You elect to control yourself for the time being and merely grab hold of her shoulders.
>Scootaloo shudders a bit as she doesn't quite know what you're going to do next.
>Truly, you didn't know what exactly you were going to do either, but you just go with the feeling in your heart.
>And shove Scootaloo under your seat.
>She tries to let out a few cries of agony, no doubt horrified at the roaches and living piles of rotten food fighting for dominance of the underside of the aisles.
>But not a sound escapes her sticky prison thanks to the nasty insulation.
>Well, that's one problem solved.
>You decide to take care of the other and walk out of the room.
>The feeling of cold air is pleasant as you walk through the corridor and towards the bathroom.
>Once you reach the door, you push past it and hit up the sink.
>Grabbing a heaping handful of soap, you get to work and scrub away like the madman you've turned into.
>Even touching Scootaloo is enough to make you feel dirty.
>Looks like you have to now watch out for the admittedly cleaned-up, yet still desperate and slightly creepy girl.
>It does feel good to be away from the other two girls right now, though.
>Annoying as they are, you do still enjoy being with Sweetie again.
>Rarity's is still probably questioning why the girls tagged along with you, though.
>You really wish Sweetie Belle hadn't actually given the go ahead for them to tag along.
>But it really is just her well-meaning nature and kind heart that the two of them took advantage of.
>Well, mostly Applebloom.
>She's certainly the leader of the group, that's for sure.
>How that girl is the sister of Applejack, you will never know.
>While you are caught up in your scrubbing, a hand finds itself on your back.
>You really hope that hand is Rarity's.
 
>Turning slowly around, you realize the skin on that hand is not the white you expected.
>Instead, it belongs to the bow-clad devil you've come to know as Applebloom.
>”Why did ya run off like that, Anon?”
>Many things come to mind right now, but your mind only has one realy pressing thought.
“Applebloom, what are you doing in the men's room!?”
>She giggles at your flustered state.
>”Quit being silly, Anon. Ya know that the theater made the bathrooms gender neutral.”
>In your haste to get Applebloom the fuck away from you, you forgot that fact.
>The little succubus inches her way closer to you.
>”Something bothering ya, Anon?”
>Cold fear runs over your body, as you feel Applebloom's hand land on Anon Jr.
“Applebloom, what the fuck are you doing!”
>Feeling you up, she looks at you in surprise as she feels your already hardening member.
>”Huh? Did ya get a boner from watching the movie?”
>Embarrassment floods your face.
“N-no! It wasn't the movie, it was Scootaloo!”
>”Scootaloo?”
>Fucking hell, you need to stop doing that.
>”Is she still trying? Poor girl just doesn't know when to quit.”
>Neither does Applebloom, apparently.
>Trying to regain a grip on the situation, you back away from her and put out your palm.
“Applebloom, no, whatever thought you've go going on in your head has to stop.”
>She looks at you with a crooked head and a raised brow.
>”Ah don't know what y'all are going on about.”
“Don't give me that! You weren't even her 10 seconds, and you're already trying to purloin my dick!”
>”My, what words. Ah don't rightly think that's the proper way to talk to a young girl like me, Anon.”
>You are so done with this situation.
>The spine in your body finally comes back into reality.
“Applebloom, regardless of what you and Sweetie agreed to in the car, I have no intention of letting you anywhere near my man jewels!”
>Your show of strength makes her look at you in shock, until that grin comes back.
 
>”Do ya wanna know something, Anon? Y'all are cute thinking this had anything to do with that.”
>She steps forward toward you.
>You shrink back and attempt to keep her at arm's length.
>”Ah just didn't feel right about making moves on Sweetie's boyfriend without getting the go ahead. Ah have that kind of integrity.”
>Hard tile hits your back as you run out of area to move into.
>Applebloom grabs onto your hand with her as she looks at you with that awful grin.
>”Y'all have a habit of making this more difficult than it needs to be.”
>With your hand firmly in her grasp, she takes a digit and suckles on it like a nursing calf.
>Disgusted, you pull back your hand and revile at the implication.
>Applebloom only giggles as she further advances on you and lifts her shirt again.
“S-stop, Applebloom! I already told you I'm not going to do it!”
>”Oh, ya said that, but ah think ya need to just let me have some fun before someone sees us in here.”
>Your heart races as you realize anyone could come in here and see what's going on any second.
>”Now, ah don't intend to get in your way with Sweetie, but someone might see us and get the wrong idea. Ah know ya wouldn't harm a poor little thing like me, but that don't mean others won't try to arrest ya.”
>Applebloom has been planning this all from the start.
>What the actual fuck is wrong with the Apple family?
>”There ain't much ah'm asking for, just a little sample.”
>Applebloom pushes her arms onto both sides of the wall behind you, and presses her breasts up against you.
>Her nipples are rock hard and dig into your abdomen.
>”Do ya have any idea what it is like on that farm? Everything there is getting some but me. Even Applejack finally got herself something, but ah ain't had squat!”
>Applebloom grinds herself into your crotch, breathing heavily onto you.
>Every part of your body seizes up as you realize that she intends wholly to rustle your jimmies.
 
>As Applebloom is about to work her way down to your zipper, the creaking of the door forces the both of you to look behind you.
>With her attention shifted, you find it easily within your power to escape now.
>But they'll still see a half-nude Applebloom here with you.
>Not much is available to you as a measure to actually prevent yourself from being branded a pedophile.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see that the stall nearest the handicap is slightly open.
>You grab Applebloom however you can and force the two of you in there.
>Hopefully whoever was out at the door didn't actually see the both of you trying to crowd into the stall.
>Locking the door, you try to remain absolutely still as Applebloom is suspended on top of you.
>Clacking heels fill the room with sound, and you hear the footsteps reach towards the stall next to you.
>Sound begins to lose meaning to you as your eardrums are drowning out with your own heartbeat.
>Applebloom has pushed your non-clasped hand onto her breast.
>Even with someone next to you, she still won't stop.
>Soon, the clacking returns again.
>It walks closer towards your stall.
>Before long, you can see a pair of fancy shoes under the stall with what little light comes through.
>They aren't Rarity's, but they're high-quality enough to make you wonder who could possibly afford those.
>Minutes go by as the person stands in front of your stall door, likely wondering what is going on in there.
>You're still occupied with stifling the moans coming from Applebloom as she forces your hand to massage her breast, and your pants start to feel damp.
>Fleeting thoughts of boiling your hands fill your mind as Applebloom rubs herself into you.
>Relief hits when you see the shoes vanish from your sight and the sound of the door graces your ears.
>Until Applebloom takes this opportunity to twist out from under your thumb and wrap around you.
>She's as determined as she is sex-starved.
 
>You try to pry her off of your body, but she's apparently gotten onto you too well to simply scrape off.
>Her legs are like a damn vise.
>Damn the physically demanding life of farm management for giving her the strength she has.
>To make matters worse, you feel a slick sensation on your slightly exposed skin.
>Looking down, you see she managed to slip out of her pants during your attempt at concealment.
>While still somehow wearing those boots of hers.
>You'd be impressed if you weren't trying to kick her off of you right now.
“Applebloom, get off!”
>”What do ya think ah'm trying to do!”
>Your blood pumps hard as you hear the sounds of your zipper coming undone.
>Applebloom's legs still haven't loosened their grip, and she's moving ever closer to getting your dick out of your pants.
>Making every effort to get her off of you, you try to reach for your zipper in order to close up your jeans again.
>She's not having any of it however, as she positions her body to keep you from getting through to her objective.
>This situation has become grimmer by the second for you.
>You make an attempt to appeal to her more rational side, as futile as it may be.
“Applebloom, stop this right now; how would Applejack react to all of this?!”
>She only delves deeper into that manic grin of hers.
>You shouldn't have anything to fear from a young girl like her, but you can't help it now.
>”My sister only cares about apples! Apples and nothing else! Ain't no other fruit or subject matters.”
>Applebloom gets further into your face as she frees your willy from its cloth prison.
>This is leagues worse than your horrendously scarring ordeal with Jarity.
>”So I don't think she'll care much about this little episode; after all...”
>Your heart skips a beat as you feel her warm nethers stimulating your own.
>”Apple farmers have no real need for cherries anyway~”
 
>It's not long before blood begins to rush down to your penis.
>Her movements have brought your boner to its fullest potential.
>A pit forms in your stomach as you feel disgusted with yourself for enjoying the sensation.
>You're about to try once more to buck Applebloom off of you, but then you realize that she's locked her arms about you.
>She raises herself until you can feel the pressure on your head.
>”Finally, ah'm gonna get what ah deserve...”
>It seems that this is really going to happen.
>You're going to be raped in the theater bathroom by a teenage girl.
>When did your life become such a mess?
>Feeling the sudden stop, you realize that she's pointed herself right onto the target.
>Even as the imminent rape looms over you, you can't help but feel that this is going to be horrible for Sweetie Belle.
>As accepting as she seemed of it, you know that this would hurt her.
>This is beyond moot now, as you're already past the point of no return.
>You give into the hopelessness, since there really is not anything you can do to stop this short of beating her off of you.
>Resigned as you are, Applebloom merely continues her assault and you wait for the inevitable.
>The force of Applebloom's hips hits your member.
>...But not much else of not happens.
>”W-what the...what the hell is this?”
>Applebloom repeatedly tries to slam herself onto your expanded dong, but nothing happens.
>It actually starts to hurt, like punching a side of ham with your dick.
>”Why won't it go in?!”
>...Holy shit.
>It's finally dawned on you.
“Applebloom, does it not fit?”
>She looks at you with tears in her eyes, crushed at the reality that her love tunnel is too small to actually penetrate.
>Who knew?
 
>Having gone through so much so quickly, Applebloom begins to loosen that iron grip of hers.
>You don't know whether it was the physical exhaustion from fighting you for the dicking, or the mental exhaustion due to her inability to seal the deal.
>Whichever, you watch happily as she slumps off of you and onto the floor.
>She looks like she's about to break down crying, but you feel nothing for her.
>”Why? All I wanted was to finally have sex. Is that so much to ask for from this world?”
>The imminent rape having been thwarted, your erection subsides again.
>You put your limp member back into your pants where it belongs, and breathe deeply.
>Looking down at Applebloom, she's still trying to cope.
>Tired of being locked up in this place, you push the stall open and right Applebloom.
>You pull her shirt back over her breasts and hand her the pants she somehow slipped out of.
>With the situation having been resolved, you walk out of the stall and push open the door.
>Boy, are you glad that's over w-
>”Anon?”
>You make a dead stop as you stare at the young girl before you.
>Scootaloo is standing behind her, covered in bits of popcorn.
“O-oh, hey, Sweetie.”
>”How long have you been in here?”
>As you're about to answer, Applebloom comes out from behind you, clothed and depressed.
>Sweetie frowns as she puts two and two together in her head.
>Behind her, Scootaloo looks like she's extremely jealous.
>You scramble to find words, but Sweetie just drops her head and walks off towards the lobby.
>”I'm going to go sit in the car.”
>Your heart hurts as you watch her walk off.
>The other two seem to share in the feeling as they see Sweetie's gloom.
>Fuck the rest of the movie.
>You grab the other two and follow behind her.
>Didn't want to have to use this yet, but you're not letting Sweetie Belle wallow in grief like that.
 
>It's been a solid 15 minutes by now.
>Both Sweetie Belle and Applebloom have shown no inherent change in their mood.
>Scootaloo looks uncomfortable with the sadness, but you don't give a rat's ass about how she feels.
>You hate to use this trump card so early on in your relationship with Sweetie Belle, but it needs to be done.
>Rarity actually responded when you told her where it was you were going to be, asking if she had given you brain damage.
>Seems like she didn't catch any of what went on, thankfully.
>But you're getting ahead of yourself.
>What matters is your plan.
>Pulling into the lot, you see no one else is around.
>That's not really surprising, since it isn't a school day.
>”Wait, why are we here? I thought this was a date, not a field trip.”
>Scootaloo, as usual, won't shut her mouth.
>But there's not time for beatings right now.
>It's going to work.
>Parking in the nearest spot you can, you assist the girls out of the car.
>Sweetie might be sad, but Applebloom seems to have lost all will to live.
>Part of you wants to sympathize with her, but she tried to rape you and that is not okay.
>You keep an eye on Sweetie as you ascend the steps.
>Poor girl is so shaken.
>With a steady heart, you soldier on past the admittance booth.
>Free Saturday is a blessing.
>The doors part and reveal to you the promised land.
>As empty as you could have hoped for.
>You don't know how this place stays open, but it's likely government funding.
>Scootaloo breaks away from the pack and looks around in front of you.
>”...This place is kind of boring.”
>Fuck you, Scoots.
>Ignoring the detractor, you prod Sweetie and the others forth.
>The few staff members who are there seem pretty disinterested in your small group.
>Less attention, the better.
>As you look back at the girls, you can't help but drift towards Sweetie.
>She's still fairly crestfallen.
>You swear you will bring back that smile with the advent of science.
 
>Walking past the multiple other exhibits, you can hear the sad sighs of Applebloom.
>Even as bad as she wronged you, you hope that she'll cheer up when you take them in.
>No one seems to be around this portion of the museum, and you couldn't be happier about that.
>Fossils and artifacts go by as you catch sight of your goal: the science wing.
>The large doors before you to the best exhibit give way as you enter the dimly lit zone.
>With the group gathered inside, you walk up towards the button located in the middle.
>Every single one of your hopes are pinned on this one moment.
>But you know that this is the best way to take care of it.
>As the little light within the room fades, the girls begin to huddle closer to you, unsure of exactly what is commencing.
>Won't be too long now.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9E6b3swbnWg
>Music softly enters the room as a single point of light emerges from the top of the dome you reside in.
>Soon, the light bursts everywhere, as it expands over the rest of the dome.
>The girls look on in awe as the world above them goes completely white.
>It fades soon as the light gives way to the void of darkness.
>However, it is not the end.
>More light begins to fill the rest of the abyss above you, clearing away the darkness previously there.
>The girls then realize that they are watching a rendition of the universe coming into the reality you live in now, set to Chopin.
>Despite how much this move was important to save for later, you know it will work swimmingly.
>Rainbow Dash herself fell completely for you with this place.
>Enough with words, though.
>Action is required here.
>Stepping away from the girls, you take a deep breath and turn towards your marshmallow beauty.
>Extending your hand, she stares at you in confusion at your now less than usual mood.
>Zeal in your soul, you put on your softest smile and bow slightly.
“Sweetie, would it be possible for me to interest you in a dance?”
 
>You know that she's still not sure about this, but you keep on.
>Happily enough, she relents in her demeanor.
>Sweetie put her hand in yours, and you watch her step away from the others.
>Extending out your arms, you come together seamlessly in the perfect stance.
>Already, you begin to see the cracks in her sadness.
>By no measure is this enough, though.
>Unwilling to falter, you keep yourself from falling with your terrible coordination.
>Everything begins to melt away from the two of you, as you bask in the splendor of your embrace.
>Deftly, you begin to glide across the room as the galaxies comprising existence coalesce around you.
>”A-Anon-”
>Sweetie tries to say something, but you merely shush her gently and proceed about the room.
>The stars begin to form as the waltz you have made pick up in intensity.
>Sweetie becomes enthralled at the show before her.
>Creation and its majesty serves as the perfect backdrop for your expression of love.
“Sweetie, do you see the way everything has become?”
>Her face contorts into an inquisitive gaze.
“The stars and the planets had a truly rough start, but eventually they all came together to create an object of beauty beyond measure.”
>You pull Sweetie in closer and tighten your movements.
“Just like us, a great thing came from such unsuspecting components. The stars above us, like our love, had to become polished through time to see their full grandeur.”
>She begins to blush as you wax poetic.
>Your little buddy smiles as you validate her hopes again.
>Time to bring it home.
“Grand as it all is, the beauty of the stars will never capture my attention like you have. No star will shine as brightly for me as you have.”
>”R-really?”
>Her breathing deepens as you move closer to her.
>Earth itself begins to finally show, as you lean into her.
>The room is lush in the greenery of the world.
>As your faces near, flowers bloom.
“I promise.”
>With those words, you seal the promise with a kiss.
 
>Sweetie Belle accepts your gesture and kisses back.
>The lights shut off, and the show is over.
>Both of you stand in your embrace for a while after the lights come back on.
>She breaks off from the kissing, and hugs you tightly.
>It seems that everything is right once more.
>From behind you, you hear sounds of admiration from the two freeloaders.
>Looking back, you can see they're cheering for you as if nothing was wrong.
>Applebloom even looks happy at seeing your display of affection.
>You bask in the positivity, until you notice someone else behind the girls.
>Upon spotting her, she slips out from the exhibit before you can clearly make out her features.
>God help you if that wasn't Rarity.
>
>Riding back in the car has been the most peaceful it has in the entire day.
>It seems that all that happened today has gone out the window.
>Except for Soarin.
>You're not really sure what the hell's going on with him, but you know he'll work through it like you.
>”Anon?”
>The saccharine passenger to your right catches your attention.
“Yeah, Sweetie?”
>”Thank you for today. We all appreciated it.”
>Behind her, the other two girls chime in with their piece.
>At least you know that Sweetie had a fun enough time there, that's all that matters.
>Your eyes shift back to the road and you realize that you're about to ram into a fencepost.
>You slam on the brakes to avoid totaling your Aztek.
>Everything seems fine until Scoots flings forward into the dash.
“Goddammit, wear the seatbelt, Scootaloo.”
>As you're about to berate her further, Applejack comes to your door and knocks on it.
>You roll down your window and are greeted with her trademark frown.
>”Anon, what do ya think y'all are doin?! Ah can't be addin' more to my busy workload.”
>Emphasizing her point, Applejack thrusts a sapling and a shovel into your face.
>You know she's trying to tell you not to wreck her shit, but you can't help but wonder if she got splinters.
 
>"Anon!"
>Her forceful tone of voice reminds you that you're being berated for almost causing property damage.
“S-sorry, AJ, I was distracted by the...you know.”
>You give a slight gesture to the plant she's cradling in her arms.
>Applejack frowns at you.
>”He has a name.”
>Wait, what?
“He?”
>”Yes, he. His name is Percy.”
“...Percy?”
>”Anon, Ah don't need to explain my namin' preferences.”
>You really want to question her, but you know it's better if you just drop it.
>Conveniently, Applebloom decides to exit the car at that moment.
>”Applebloom? Ya hitched a ride with Anon?”
>Bloom looks at Applejack with that defeated gaze of hers.
>Guess she still isn't completely over it all.
>”Ya look like someone hit ya with the disappointment stick.”
>Applebloom sighs and gives her sister a hug.
>”Ah just had a hard day, that's all. Now, ah'm gonna go take a shower and rethink my life for a while.”
>Everyone watches her shuffle towards the farm, half-expecting her to just collapse.
>”Anon, what's up with my sister?”
>You look up at Applejack and shrug.
“I barely know how older women work. Don't ask me.”
>Applejack seems less than convinced with your answer, but she decides to leave it be.
>”Well, thanks for bringin' Bloom back here safe and sound. Just try to keep from wreckin' the place next time ya decide to drop by, alright?”
“Noted.”
>Applejack nods her head at you and begins to walk off as well.
>During her departure, you swear that you can see Percy's branches moving, like they're waving at you.
>You want to question what the hell is going on in the Apple orchard, but you'd rather not stick around to see whatever sort of things are going to come from Applejack's hellspawn tree child right now.
>After driving off of Applejack's property, your mind wanders towards thoughts of Sweetie Belle's drop-off.
>Here's to hoping that perhaps Rarity has been pleased with the show you put on for her today.
 
>Traffic is pleasantly sparse today.
>You're going to make good time heading back to Rarity's.
>Boy, what a trial that this has been today.
>Still have to burn that picture though.
>”...Anon?”
>Seems Sweetie has something more on her mind.
“What's up?”
>”...I'm sorry.”
“Sorry?”
>Her small body shifts uncomfortably in the seat next to you.
>”About...everything going less like you wanted it to.”
>Oh.
“It's fine, Sweetie.”
>”No, it's not.”
>She stares down at the mat as she parses her thoughts together.
>”I ruined what was supposed to be our first date together.”
>Poor kid.
“Sweetie, I'm not upset or anything. Today wasn't the most normal of days, but it wasn't horrible.”
>”But I got all moody after you and Applebloom went and-”
>You inhale sharply and cut her off right there.
“We didn't have sex, Sweetie.”
>She looks at you in complete shock.
>”Y-you didn't?”
“No. That's what you were so concerned about, but I promise we didn't.”
>Sweetie gets a strange expression on her face.
>You aren't quite sure what it's supposed to mean.
>But it doesn't really matter.
>You're just glad that she's gotten that out of her head.
>”Hey, is that Fluttershy?”
>Bringing yourself back to the road, you realize that it is Fluttershy in the driveway.
>Why is she there, though?
>You pull up into the driveway and roll down the passenger window.
>Fluttershy sticks her head in and greets everyone with a smile.
>”Good evening everyone.”
“Shy, what are you doing here?”
>”O-oh, Rarity asked me to look after Sweetie for a little bit. She had to attend to some business in town.”
>Guess that Rarity's making it seem less suspicious that she was out today.
>”Really? So Rarity's finally feeling better?”
>”She looked like her old self when I saw her.”
>The look Sweetie has makes you feel good.
>It finally seems like her life is normal again.
>You sit in the car and wave goodbye as the two of them vanish into the house.
 
>Now you can finally head home and relax.
>Take a nice hot shower.
>Figure out what you're going to do with the rest of that cake.
>Incinerate the evidence.
>Everything's coming along nicely now-
>”Anon?”
>Wait, you forgot about Scootaloo.
>Fucking hell.
>You look back at the awkward girl and resign yourself to having to continue playing taxi.
“Don't worry, Scootaloo, I'm gonna drive you home.”
>”W-wait, that's not what I was going to say!”
>Huh?
>”A-actually, I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor?”
>...Did she just ask you that?
>”A favor?”
>Scootaloo nods her head in affirmation.
>”I know that I might not be your favorite person in the world, but-”
“After what you and Applebloom did today, you expect me to do you a favor?”
>She sheepishly looks down at the floor.
>”I know that Applebloom and I were kinda pushy, but I really do need a favor!”
>At least she recognizes that she's fucked up today.
“If I was inclined to do you a favor, not that I am, what would you need?”
>”...C-could I crash at your house for tonight?”
>...
“....”
>”Anon?”
“Get the fuck out of my car, Scootaloo.”
>”I'm serious! I can't go home today. My mom will beat me with a sack of oranges!”
“How is that my problem?”
>Scootaloo looks at you with pleading eyes.
>”Please, just until my dad gets home! My mom'll forget all about beating me and make him a romantic dinner, but I can't go home until then!”
“Why don't you ask someone else?”
>”I was going to ask Applebloom, but then she got all weird.”
>Scootaloo starts to cry legitimate tears.
>”Please, I promise I'll behave!”
>An odd feeling wells inside of your chest.
>You think it's...sympathy.
>For Scootaloo.
>Oh fucking hell no.
>It's none of your business what happens to her.
>No matter how much she cries and begs.
>Just don't do it.
>Don't!
>
>Before you know it, you're back at your house.
>With Scootaloo hanging on your arm.
>Damn you, conscience.
 
>”Thank you so much, Anon!”
>You groan as you head to your door.
>A note distracts you for a moment.
>Grabbing it from the tape holding it there, you read it out loud.
“Annie, went to help your aunt move in. Your father went on a hunting trip with the guys. I left you a pot of spaghetti in the fridge. Love, Mom.”
>Well, at least you won't have your parents asking you if she's your new girlfriend.
>”She left you spaghetti?”
>You look at the waif on your arm, and see she's looking pretty peckish.
>Come to think of it, you're pretty hungry as well.
>After opening the door, you make a beeline for the fridge.
>You fish out the pot and fire up the stove.
>Maybe having someone along will finally allow you to finish all the fucking spaghetti your mom leaves you.
>In the meantime, you fish out tomato sauce, garlic, olive oil and a couple loaves of sourdough from the pantry.
>Can't very well have pasta without some nice bruschetta to go along.
>Scootaloo looks at you in equal parts hunger and awe as you whip up a storm in the kitchen.
>It thankfully doesn't take too long to get everything ready.
>You set the pot on the table and accompany it with plates and cutlery.
>From the look on her face, you'd say Scootaloo is about two minutes from breaking down and scarfing the whole pot.
>Oh, you almost forgot.
>Heading back to the pantry, you grab a bottle and a couple of glasses.
>Plopping the glasses onto the table, you lightly serve the both of you some wine.
>Scootaloo looks at you in confusion, until she realizes what is in the glass.
>”A-Anon, that's alcohol!”
“Your point?”
>”We're not supposed to drink this!”
“Scootaloo, are you questioning the host?”
>Her face turns bright red after thinking she's offended you.
>”No, I just-”
“Then don't be a little bitch and enjoy the wine. Rainbow Dash enjoyed this with less reservations than you.”
>Upon hearing her trigger word, you see her do a complete 180.
>Knew that would calm her down.
 
>Managing Scootaloo pretty much just boiled down to knowing what buttons to press.
>This job was incredibly easy knowing her fixation with Dash.
>Lacking the constant threat of Applebloom made this a much easier task.
>You don't know much about their social hierarchy, but it was clear that Applebloom was the definite Alpha.
>Dinner passed easily enough with that out of the way.
>It surprises you that Scootaloo can actually manage to be somewhat pleasant.
>Eventually you find yourself sated, and realize it's time to give up the pasta.
>Scootaloo actually doesn't make a move for you at any time.
>...You're probably going to regret those words soon enough.
>But you're too tired to really care.
>Now comes the actual part where you go the fuck to sleep.
>With everything else done, you decide that Scootaloo is going to need some blankets.
>All you have are a couple of comforters in the closet, but they'll more than suffice.
>Pushing them onto your guest, you make for the little haven you call your room.
>Little time passes between you kicking the door open and plopping down.
>It feels good to-
>Knocks hit your oak door and pulls you out of your pleasant state.
>Shambling over, you open it and see Scootaloo standing there.
“What is it?”
>”...Do you have any pajamas?”
“Are you fucking serious?”
>”I don't want to ruin these clothes. They're really nice.”
>You mull it over in your brain for a while and realize she has a point.
>Spent more than you wanted to on that.
>Rooting around in your drawer, you reach for a shirt you never thought you'd find a use for.
>You toss it to Scootaloo.
>Well, it lands on her at least.
>”This is it?”
“I'm not a department store.”
>”But don't you have anything else?”
“I don't sleep in much.”
>”...”
“Get that thought out of your head now.”
 
>”I can't just sleep in this, though!”
“Would it help if I told you that was my anniversary gift from Rainbow Dash.”
>She fucking skips off with it after she hears those words.
>Maybe fixation was the wrong word.
>Anyway, back to sleep time.
>Kicking off your clothes into the hamper, you make your way into the bed comfortably.
>Light pattering starts to come through your room.
>The fuck is that?
>You take a look toward your window and find that it has started pouring down.
>Well, this'll certainly make sleeping easier.
>A brief flash and a rumble hit the air around you.
>Ah, nature.
>This must be what Applejack feels like.
>It's a nice sensation.
>Amid the sounds of rain, you begin to drift off.
>Until more rapping happens at your door.
>You get up once more, aggravated, and open it.
>She's wearing the shirt and holding the blankets.
>”A-Anon, do you hear that storm outside!?”
>...Is she serious?
“Just water and friction, go back to bed.”
>You're about to close the door on her, when she jams her blankets in to prevent it from closing.
>Clever girl.
>”I-I k-know it's not something you want to hear, but do you mind if I sleep in here?”
>Fucking hell.
“Don't think because it's raining, I won't throw your ass out.”
>”P-please!”
>Every logical part of your brain is screaming at you to not do this, but you can't help relenting.
>You were once a little bitch that had to crawl into your parents bed when the wind started howling.
>Opening up your door, she quickly scrambles inside and looks around for a moment.
>She is appalled at the floor.
>You hop back onto the bed and begin to saw logs.
>”Anon, where am I supposed to sleep?”
>Will it ever end?
“The floor.”
>”...But it's dirty...”
“There's also the tub if you want.”
>It's silent for a little while after your statement.
>”...That's a queen, right? Big bed? Plenty of space? [spoiler]Enough for two people?[/spoiler]”
 
>You shoot up from the bed like a man possessed.
>Scootaloo jumps back in surprise.
“I hope you realize you're out of your fucking mind if you think I am going to let your fucking body into my bed.”
>She shirks back, but doesn't immediately collapse onto the floor.
>”I won't take up much space.”
>Despite your insistence that she stays the fuck away from your bed, she doesn't shy away from the request.
>”The floor is so filthy.”
>You really, really want to just lock her in your bathroom, but you know she'd complain for at least an hour.
>Fucking hell, all you wanted was to go to sleep.
>If only because you are tired, you tug the blanket off of the bottom right corner and turn from it.
“So help me, Scootaloo, if I find you off of that patch of bed, there will be consequences.”
>You don't hear any sounds from Scootaloo, but you feel the bed shift as she settles herself into the DMZ you established.
>Hitting the switch next to your bed, darkness consumes your room save for your lava lamp
>Finally, you can catch up on the sleep you've been looking forward to.
>Just drifting off, peacefully...
>...
>Wait, what the hell is this?
>You look around the darkened room illuminated by your lava lamp and see some branches scratching on your window.
>Dammit, you were actually asleep.
>Looks like you're going to have to take care of that in the morning.
>Fucking debris.
>Well, this is a good a time as any to make a bathroom trip.
>You slip out of the bed carefully as to not disturb Scootaloo.
>Speaking of which, you look back to the bed at the door, and see she's still where you left her when she slept.
>Huh.
>Afterward, you try to flip the switch, but the lights don't go on.
>Faulty wiring.
>Whatever, you have an easy enough time pissing from memory.
>That taken care of, you walk back in to your room.
>And see Scootaloo sprawled on a lot more bed than you remember.
>Why does she test your patience so?
 
>You aren't quite sure what you want to do.
>On one hand, you promised consequences.
>On the other hand, you want to sleep.
>...Eh, you can sleep first, then enact your justified revenge for her violation of the DMZ.
>Your plan of action decided, you walk back to the bed.
>And notice that she's splayed on the bed.
>Sans panties.
>It's not like you want to look, but it's staring you right in the face.
>So much fur.
>Just like Rainbow Dash.
>Briefly you wonder if this is more Rainbow Dash nonsense, or if this is something endemic to greek women.
>Either way, you don't need to be witnessing this, and you slip back into the bed.
>Gotta get back to those dreams of yours.
>All the gumdrops and chocolate will be yours as you pillage Candyland, by right of conquest.
>Or it would be if you weren't interrupted by this odd feeling.
>It's the weirdest thing.
>You pull up the blankets lightly to make sure it isn't another squirrel in the house.
>Then you discover that it's not a squirrel.
>Definitely not a squirrel.
>However, this beast does seem to be helping itself to your nuts.
>It's not until you clear your throat does the beast cease its activities.
>As you do, it stares at you in terror.
>Rightly so as you stare back at it in what you presume to be fury.
>Or is this unbridled rage?
>Hard to tell, what with your lack of reference.
>In this moment, you do know one thing.
>None of what has just transpired is going to continue.
>As you sit up, Scootaloo's head coils back in fear and your raging erection makes a pop as it exits her mouth.
>For a few seconds, you ponder exactly what is the appropriate reaction in a situation like this.
>Only for a few seconds, before the Warp overtakes you and you lunge at her.
>This isn't like when you were trying to not get killed by Rarity twice, though.
>No, no, no.
>What this is now is revenge.
 
>Scootaloo is right now completely worried.
>You can't blame her, even you don't know what you'll do next.
>Her eyes tear up as she feels your fury.
>Part of you is pleased.
>Her mouth begins to tremble, and she tries to say something.
“A-Anon, I didn't-”
>You cut her off with a hard slap.
>She looks at you in shock as her eyes tear up.
>Now she is truly terrified.
“Scootaloo, did I tell you that you could speak.”
>Her dumbstruck face merely looks at you in awe.
>Again you strike her.
“What did I just ask you.”
>She's begun crying in earnest.
>”Y-you asked me if you told me to sp-speak!”
“What's the answer.”
>Scootaloo trembles as your grip tightens on her body.
>”You didn't!”
“Here's question two: What in the fuck were you doing to me.”
>”I'm so-sorry-”
>You slap her for a third time.
“That wasn't the question.”
>Her cheek has begun to bruise.
>”I was sucking y-your dick!”
“Did I say you could do that.”
>”No!”
>Scootaloo is too terrified to give you anything other than what you want to hear.
“Do you know what it's called when you have sex with someone without their consent.”
>Her face runs rampant with mucus and tears.
>You strike her again when she takes too long to answer.
>Now blood has joined the mix
>”It's r-r-rape!”
“Bingo, genius.”
>”I'm so sorry!”
>Again, you hit her.
>Closed fist, left eye.
“Yes, you are sorry. A sorry piece of shit.”
>You bring your face closer to hers.
“All fucking day, I had to endure bullshit from you shitheaps. All I wanted was some peace with Sweetie.”
>Closed fist, right eye.
“Despite that, I still found it in my heart to take you in when you came to me with need.”
>Left cheek, open palm.
“I fed you, gave you shelter, offered you my bed. Then you repay my kindness with disrespect.”
>Your carpet is stained.
“Consequences were promised, and I will keep my promises unlike you.”
>She shields her face with her frail arms.
>How fucking dare she.
 
>You pull her arms back down and hold them in place.
“Are you trying to weasel out of your punishment.”
>She looks at you with pleading eyes.
>You move one hand and backhand her in the breast.
“Answer.”
>”Please, no m-m-more!”
“Answer.”
>You rear back your fist.
>”Y-yes! I'm sorry!”
>Her face is a mess.
>You then make a truly hasty decision.
“All that you two saw me as was a walking dick. Neither of you cared about anything else. All I was to you was meat.”
>You grab your loaned shirt and she begins to cry harder.
>Without care, you toss it to the side.
>Her bare body is now completely open to you.
“Do you know how that made me feel. Made Sweetie feel. No, you don't.”
>You firmly clasp both of her shoulders.
“Neither of you seemed to understand empathy. So, I'm going to be nice one last time and share that with you.”
>Scootaloo's body tenses up as she feels you trail along her body.
>Your erection hardens as you reach your target.
>Her maidenhood feels tight, but you aren't going to be deterred.
>With determined vigor, you begin to push through.
>Scootaloo is speechless as you begin to force your way into her.
>It's not easy, but you inch your way into her.
>You reach an obstruction soon.
>Good.
>With a solid effort, you push yourself through it and watch her softly mewl in pain.
>Not long after, you begin to bottom out.
>Your dick punches against her cervix in a display of true dominance.
>She cries again, in some mixture of pain and sadness.
>But this isn't enough.
>You know you aren't going to get through to her with just this.
>So, there's only one avenue left to you.
>As you pull back, she seems to gain some measure of relief.
>Then you push back in.
>She feels you at her cervix again.
>But this time you don't stop.
>You continue on until you feel the tightness give way.
>It takes 27 seconds.
>27 seconds to push your way in.
>But you do it.
>She squirms in pure agony as you finally reach her womb.
 
>”Anon, stop! Take it out!”
>Her body makes every effort to stop you, but you merely continue the process.
>In and out.
>Every penetration is hell for her.
>Like it should be.
“Scootaloo, do you get it now? Do you get what suffering is like now?”
>Your rapist-turned-rapee merely thrashes her head in an attempt to nod.
>Looks like she'll do anything to stop the pain.
>All you do is increase your speed.
>Her crying intensifies.
>This doesn't arouse you in the slightest, but you are going to see this through.
>Before long, you feel the last bit of it all approaching.
“So, this is what you wanted. I hope you're enjoying every bit of this.”
>With that, you stop and unload every bit of hatred you can into her.
>All she can do is lay there weakly and cry as whatever dignity she had left vanishes.
>You slowly pull yourself out.
>Once you do, Scootaloo curls into a ball.
>Not one orifice on her body is dry.
>She's completely been thrashed at this point.
>You know that you should feel remorse for what you've done.
>But this is what she asked for.
>Every part of you agrees that she deserved this.
>”So, this is what you really are then?”
>That voice.
>It sends a shiver down your spine.
>Looking back, there's Rarity once more in her outlandish outfit.
>”This is what you decided was the right thing to do?”
>All you can do is stare as an enormous crystal ball is gripped between her two hands.
>From your position, you can't defend yourself.
>”I knew I was right all along. You truly are scum.”
>Before you know it, the ball is upon you.
>”Die.”
>You feel all the layers in your body give way under it.
>Wet crunching and dull squishes fill your head as you feel it begin to cave in.
>The last thought you have in your mind before everything goes dark is Sweetie Belle's face of horror.
>Not at Rarity, but at you.
>You and your monstrous tendencies.
>Then your eyes open.
 
>You spring up from the bed.
>Looking over towards the right of you, you see Scootaloo still in her small corner.
>It wasn't real.
>Oh, thank God.
>Never in your life have you been this happy to see Scootaloo unharmed.
>And never in your life has your stomach felt this upset.
>Nearly tripping over yourself, you rush to the bathroom and turn on the lights for real this time.
>You vomit profusely.
>In disgust of the fact that you dreamed of something so horrible.
>And with Scootaloo.
>The events are fresh in your mind.
>You feel repulsed utterly.
>Dream Rarity may have had a point.
>Why the fuck did you ever even have a thought like that come into existence.
>You might really be evil.
>...No.
>No, you aren't.
>That was fake.
>This now, this whole understanding of the wrongness of it all is real.
>You're still not a complete bastard.
>It wasn't your fault, it was the spaghetti's.
>Steadying yourself on your own to legs again, you clean the rest of the vomit off of your face and dry it off.
>It's been sobering to say the least.
>You go back to your room again, and see Scootaloo is still tucked into her corner.
>...
>Grabbing hold of her gently, you move her from the prison you've kept her in the last few hours and place her next to you.
>She looks at peace right now.
>Brief images of her from that nightmare enter your mind.
>You beat them back.
>Doubt gets the better of you, though, and you examine her just to make sure.
>She looks completely fine, and she's wearing panties.
>Still has major fur, though.
>You fall onto your bed, safe in the knowledge that you didn't actually do anything wrong.
>It's still going to be hard to fall asleep now.
>Flinging the blanket onto the both of you, you prepare yourself for the restless night.
>Until Scootaloo puts an arm around you.
>Then, the rest of her scoots closer to you and embraces you.
>Were this earlier, you'd push her away.
>But now...you think you'll try to be nicer to Scoots.
 
>The light of day slowly creeps into the room, and hits your face.
>It rouses you from your slumber and throws you back into the terrible life of being Scootaloo.
>As you open your eyes, you realize something horrible.
>You've moved from the corner.
>The one thing keeping Anon from throwing your butt on the street like trash.
>And you're clinging onto him.
>Oh sweet merciful Jesus, he's going to strangle you if he wakes up.
>But you can't just let go.
>He might wake up again.
>Not that you aren't feeling incredibly tempted to hold onto him, but you would still like to make it through a day without being hurt.
>Yet he feels so warm, and he smells so good to you right now.
>Maybe if you just-
>Terror makes you tremble as you feel Anon shoot up from the bed, with your arms still clinging onto him.
>Anon stretches and yawns before looking back to you.
>You'd pee yourself if it wasn't for the fact that he'd only punish you worse for ruining his bed.
>Maybe you should have just gone back home.
>”Oh, morning.”
>Anon slips from your arms and walks towards the door.
>You watch as he leaves your view with bated breath.
>He didn't actually strike you or anything.
>...Oh God.
>Anon probably went into the bathroom to get something to beat you with.
>Like a plunger or a curling iron!
>...Well, Anon's a guy so he probably doesn't have a curling iron.
>But you know he's going to come back with something, and that spurs you to slowly make your way out of the bed.
>He can't give you a wallop if you make it out of his room.
>Cautiously, you tiptoe from the right side of the bed to the door.
>Might actually make it out of here.
>Your hand reaches the doorknob and your heart flutters at the prospect of freedom.
>”Scootaloo, where are you going?”
>Oh no.
>Here it comes.
>You might as well just face the music.
>With a terrified resolve, you turn around to receive whatever punishment he's going to give you for your transgression.
 
“Anon, I'm-”
>”The main bathroom's being renovated. Just use mine.”
>He's entirely sincere with his words.
>There's not a hint of anger in them.
>Nothing in his hands either.
>You don't know what to think, but after all of thi you really do need to pee.
>Slipping behind Anon and into the bathroom, you start your morning ride on the golden express.
>Relief comes to you emotionally and physically after the fact.
>It's strange though, you expected to be beaten within an inch of your life by whatever object Anon decided was best.
>But nothing happened.
>No screaming, no strange looks and no rage.
>All of this is beyond what you're used to.
>The uncertainty frightens you more than anything.
>It then dawns on you that maybe he already did something to you, but you just haven't seen it yet.
>With the stream dying down, you take the opportunity to dry off and check your lower half for signs of anything.
>All you see is your normal scrapes and bruises from soccer and your thicket of jungle.
>Kinda wanna get rid of it, but Rainbow Dash said it was a sign of proud Greek heritage to be grateful for.
>Bit uncomfortable, though.
>You remove the amazing oversized shirt you're wearing and examine the rest of your body.
>Again, nothing out of the usual there.
>Huh.
>Distracting you from your examination, a scent wafts into the bathroom.
>Sticking your head warily out of the door, you see Anon is gone and you see the entrance is open.
>Creeping through to the source, you hear sounds from the kitchen.
>Taking a peek at the scene, you see pancakes with fixings on two plates.
>It smells really good.
>You emerge from the shadows and admire the sight before you.
>Then Anon sees you and seizes up with both plates in his hands.
>Did you do something wrong?
>You stand in befuddlement at what it is you've done until Anon clears his throat.
>”Scootaloo, please get dressed.”
>Looking down, you see you are in fact stark naked.
>Whoops.
 
>Having redressed in your comfortable shirt, you join Anon at the table.
>Before you lies a stack of pancakes with drizzled syrup, whipped cream and strawberries.
>Poking at the food, you see there's not a razor blade or toothpick lodged in it.
>Taking a bite of the fluffy discs before you, you see they are made with buttermilk and love instead of arsenic.
>It makes you happy.
>Yet, it confounds you inside of your mind to no end.
>Looking at Anon, you see he's reading flipping through a newspaper while eating his pancakes.
>Really, it seems that he's not planning on doing anything to hurt you.
>And that really does not make any sense whatsoever.
>With most of the pancakes downed by the both of you, you reach for some of that courage you have locked away.
>Though, he might have been waiting for you to ask to do something, but you know that you can't move forward without getting past the suspense.
“Anon?”
>He looks up from his paper at you.
>”What is it, Scootaloo?”
>You swallow down your apprehension and proceed.
“W-why haven't you done anything to hurt me yet?”
>Anon looks at you, and sighs heavily.
>You must have fucked up.
>”Scootaloo, I'm not going to hurt you for the bed.”
>What?
“But I moved!”
>”No, I moved you.”
>Double what?
>”I had a thought last night, and I pondered exactly why it was that I was so angry at you. Then I realized it wasn't just you who I was angry at.”
>Your warped mind is struggling to comprehend this.
>”I was pretty angry at multiple people, myself included, and I put that on you. That wasn't fair of me, nor was it healthy for me to keep hold of that rage.”
“...So, I'm not going to be beaten with a ladle?”
>”No.”
“I'm not going to be locked in the shed for hours?”
>”We don't have a shed.”
“I'm not going to be forced into the tub and pelted with eggs?”
>”Scoots, what the fuck is wrong with your family?”
“Mom says its my fault for not being the son she wanted.”
 
>Anon merely shakes his head and stares at his food.
>”Regardless, I meant what I said. I'm not going to do anything to you.”
>You want to believe what he's saying.
>But with your experience you know better than to blindly assume this is true.
>Mom once said she wasn't going to hit you for breaking a glass.
>Soon as you opened the door, she pushed you onto the ground and made you pick it up barehanded.
>You swear you sometimes feel slivers of glass in your hand.
>”What's with that look on your face, Scoots?”
>Dragged back to the real world, you realize you were vividly remembering it all.
>You shake your head and put on a strained smile.
“It's nothing.”
>Anon looks at you with an appraising gaze.
>Then shakes his head and continues to eat his pancakes.
>Well, it seems that you're in the clear for the rest of the day at least.
>”So, when do you think you'll be heading out?”
>...That's a good question.
>You know Dad's coming home late, but not when.
>Without a solid answer, you merely shrug.
>Anon doesn't seem very pleased with your lack of a time frame.
>But it's not like you can do much about this.
>He's about to say something, but the ringtone on his phone goes off.
>You stay silent as he answers his phone.
>”Hey, I was just thinking about...you want to meet up now? Where? Do you mean the one near the overpass or the one near the mall?”
>Who's he talking to?
>”Alright got it. I'll be there soon. Hey, Scoots?”
>You give him back your full attention.
>”I need to head off somewhere. Feel free to stay, just don't make a mess of the place.”
>Before you can ask anything, he grabs his keys and makes for the door.
>...Well, now what?
>You're all alone in his house, and you're not quite sure what to do with yourself.
>Then you realize that the kitchen is fairly dirty.
>Maybe that can be your way of paying him back for being nice to you after your actions.
>Perhaps today will turn out alright after all.
 
>You are now Anon again.
>And you're finally about to see how well your plan paid off.
>Pushing open the door, you head in to the honky-tonk diner.
>Well, at least no one will ever believe Rarity set foot in here.
>Not that you had any intention of mentioning it to anyone.
>Can't make her out anywhere, though.
>Whatever, you'll just grab a booth by the window.
>An elderly man vacates his booth and you go for it.
>You slide into the booth and look out over the restaurant.
>Still no sign of her.
>Looking to kill time, you pick up the dessert menu and give it a once over.
>There are far too many apple-based desserts on it.
>What is this, a diner for Applejacks?
>”Hello.”
>Looking away from the menu, you see a woman you don't recognize.
“Um, hey...do I know you?”
>She sits down and clears her throat.
>”Recognize me now, darling?”
>Oh shit, it's Rarity.
“Wait, that's what you sound like without that fake accent?”
>”Firstly, it is not fake. Secondly, rude.”
“Sorry, I was just surprised.”
>Before Rarity can chime back in, a waitress gets in between the two of you.
>”Hi guys!”
>Wait a moment, you recognize that voice.
“Pinkie, what are you doing here?”
>”Oh, I used to work here and the manager asked me if I could fill in for someone today.”
>Far more mundane than you expected from Pinkie.
>”Better question is what are you and Rarity doing here?”
>Rarity looks at Pinkie in disbelief.
>”How did you-”
>”Rarity, I knew it was you the moment you walked in. Love the pants.”
>Knowing she's not going to get anywhere with asking questions, she rolls her eyes and focuses back to you.
>”Can I get you something to drink?”
>Pinkie once again interrupts you.
>Eh, you're using their space, might as well buy something.
“You guys got cream soda?”
>”Yup! Rarity?”
>”Chamomile.”
>”Okey Dokey Lokey, I'll be back soon.”
>Pinkie heads off to attend to the rest of the crowd.
>”Now then, Anonymous, let's talk.”
 
“Well, I'm ready for your criticisms. Lay it on me.”
>Rarity folds her arms and tries to maintain as neutral an expression as she can.
>”Anonymous, do you know how much of a hassle it was to follow you around in disguise all day?”
“Not really, but I assume a lot.”
>”I had an easier time escaping from the tree cultists. That said, what was your angle, bringing in Applebloom and Scootaloo?”
>Huh, not the first thing you'd expect her to ask.
>You must be in the clear.
“To be frank with you, I didn't expect them. They just popped into existence and proceeded to throw a wrench in my plans and my wallet.”
>”Why did you not just explain to them what you were doing?”
“They invited themselves along and Sweetie Belle was too nice to say no.”
>She gives an exasperated look, obviously knowing how much of a pushover Sweetie can be.
>”That makes sense. Now, explain why you took them to a tattoo parlor.”
“It was a temporary tattoo parlor. Basically, just advanced face painting. Are you going to tell me that's not an age appropriate activity?”
>Rarity's just waiting for you to leave an opening.
>”Well, what about your little escapade in the theater?”
>...Maybe you aren't in the clear.
“Uh, you're going to need to be a bit more precise than that.”
>”That film was not age appropriate at all, regardless of how critically acclaimed it was.”
>Phew, you thought your goose was cooked for a moment there.
“I promised them a movie, it was available and it kept them entertained. Besides, Sweetie Belle is perfectly capable of handling something more adult than that.”
>”And what gives you that impression?”
>You gesture to your neck and run your fingers over the fading bruises she left on you.
>She blushes slightly and realizes she walked right into it.
>Just keep on, and you know that you can win this.
 
>”F-fine, I'll give you that, but that still doesn't excuse what you did after.”
>After?
>”Putting your hands all over Sweetie Belle, in a museum of all places!”
>Okay, you actually did do that.
“Granted it wasn't necessarily the most appropriate place to smooch, but let me ask you this, Rarity: how happy was Sweetie Belle when you saw her and have you ever seen her that happy before?”
>Rarity puffs out her cheeks as she struggles to find a retort.
>She finds none.
>”I admit, she hasn't been that happy since I brought Opal home.”
>Damn right she hasn't.
>”Yet that's still no excuse to invite my sister to such degenerate behavior in public.”
>Is she serious now?
“Rarity, are you implying there's something wrong with waltzes?”
>”You know what I mean, Anonymous.”
>Before you can continue on, Pinkie comes back with your refreshments.
>”Got your drinks!”
>Rarity glares at Pinkie before accepting her chamomile.
>”Anything else?”
>Nodding no, Pinkie skips off to some other part of the restaurant.
>You take a small sip of your soda and bask in your satisfaction.
“Admit it, Rare; I've shown just how gentlemanly I can be.”
>Rarity tries to interject, but you raise a finger and stand your ground.
“Let me remind you that you have previously said and believed me a gentleman.”
>”...”
>She's actually at a loss.
>Great.
“Now, Rare, I want you to tell me what it was that you saw yesterday that I did wrong.”
>Looking into her eyes, you know.
>If she had any reason right now, she'd have jumped on you like a raptor.
>Finally, Rarity let's go completely and hangs her head low.
>”Oh, I give up. There was not a single thing you did wrong.”
>As far as she knows.
>”Even with the other two, you handled them gently and with restraint.”
>Oh, she really didn't see any of the other shit.
>Thank you, Jesus.
>You aren't sure how you could take it if she knew any of what went down yesterday.
>Luckily you don't have to find out.
 
> “Anonymous, why must you make this so difficult?”
>You shrug.
“I just want to love Sweetie, Rare. That's all.”
>Hey, it's the truth.
>”So you've said, many times.”
“They aren't just words, Rarity. I went through all of that yesterday just for her sake. If I only wanted to get in her pants, I wouldn't go this far. I'm not Flash Sentry.”
>Rarity mulls over your sentiments in her head for a bit, and sighs.
>”Anonymous, Sweetie is a good girl. She's as innocent as one can get in this age. I wouldn't give up her innocence to any man who wasn't willing to do anything for her.”
>Is this it? Is Rarity going to give you the okay?
>”Were I to ever bless a relationship for Sweetie, I'd have to have every reason to believe she would be married and in capable hands.”
>...Married?
>Is Rarity really going to tell you that it's not happening after all the effort you've thrown in?
>After all the possible chicken tenders you threw away to bring Sweetie happiness?
>Before you can begin to protest, Pinkie Pie has come back to your table again.
>Carrying two muffins.
>”Hey, I brought you guys muffins!”
“...We didn't order these, Pinkie.”
>”I know, they're from table 8.”
>Pinkie points to the gray girl sitting there, meekly waving to you.
>She then pushes a muffin in front of you.
>It says 'Sorry' in raisins.
>After what happened, she probably blamed herself for her part in it.
>You accept the muffin and begin to munch at it.
>”So, what's going on over here, friends?”
>Rarity's about to explain, but you beat her to the punch.
“Apparently, Rarity says that if I want to go any further with Sweetie, I'd need to marry her.”
>Pinkie turns the gears in her head, before she gets a massive grin.
>”Oh, that's wonderful! When's the wedding, is it soon?!”
>Her mouth stops talking long enough for her to gasp.
>”Can I be the maid of honor!?”
“....Reality has never really clicked with you, has it?”