>"Wanna fuck Sweetie Belle?"
>You spit out the tea you were sipping. "E-excuse me?"
>Rarity coolly and calmly takes another dainty sip of her own tea. "You heard me, Anon."
>You set your cup down on the Carousel Boutique's fine crystal coffee table. "Is this some kind of joke?"
>Rarity shakes her head. "Not at all. In fact, consider it a business proposition."
>You knew Rarity had to have some sort of angle. "So what do you want in return?"
>A small smile creases Rarity's lips. "It has come to my attention, darling, that Princess Celestia has been providing you with a most unusual royal stipend in return for the…experiments…you allow her to run on you."
>You shudder at the thought of Celestia's "laboratory."
>Rarity leans forward. "Is it true, darling?"
>"What, the stuff Celestia does to me?"
>She laughs haughtily. 'No, everypony already knows about that. Is it true that she's paying you a stipend of star sapphires, though?"
>You cross your arms. "I should have known you'd be after those, gem horse. But still, are you seriously whoring out your own kid sister?"
>Her smile becomes more devious. "Don't think I haven't seen you trying to sneak looks at her little plot when you think nopony is watching. I'd happily offer up myself for those precious star sapphires, but something tells me that my little sister could provide you with a…stronger incentive."
>You tug on the collar of your shirt. It's suddenly a little hot in the Carousel Boutique. "T-that may be, but still…how can you be okay with whoring out your sister?"
>Rarity laughs and waves off your concern. "Oh Anon, if you had ever heard Sweetie Belle at night, you wouldn't think of it as prostitution. The walls of my boutique are very thin, and Sweetie is…rather loud. Suffice it to say, the naughty little thing clearly reciprocates your feelings…"
>Images of what Sweetie Belle gets up to after bedtime flash through your mind. You dab the beads of sweat from your brow. It suddenly got very, very hot in the Carousel Boutique. "S-so if it's not prostitution, what do you call it?"
>Rarity's smile is wide and triumphant now, like a predator that's finally cornered its prey. "Why Anon, I'd simply call it paying me five star sapphires to ignore the fact that you've hung around after closing time tonight and crept up to my little sister's room…"
>You glance up the stairs towards the holy land of Sweetie Belle's bedroom. A million possibilities of what could happen there tonight play out in your mind's eye.
>You don't hesitate for a single moment. "I'll bring the gems around about 15 minutes before closing time."
>Rarity sips up the last of her tea before setting the empty cup down with a small chuckle. "I'm sure Sweetie will be pleased with the fact that you've joined us for dinner tonight. And as for what happens afterwards…why, I think I might be too busy enjoying my sapphires to even pay attention. Lovely doing business with you, Anon!" 
>The rest of the day is a flurry of preparation.
>Before you know it, the clock tower is striking 5:30, and it's time to walk back to the Carousel Boutique.
>The bell above the door rings as you enter, and Rarity emerges from a back room, greeting you with a knowing smile. "Well hello there, Anon! Have you brought what I requested?"
>You reach into your pocket and produce five gleaming, spherical sapphires. Rarity is practically salivating as the afternoon sun glimmers off of them and produces the distinctive six pointed star-shaped glow for which they are named.
>Rarity's delicate blue telekinetic aura is a perfect match for the gems as she reverently levitates them out of your hand and tucks them away in a sturdy iron lockbox.
>Just then, you hear small hooves descending the staircase. "Rarity, I finished my homework! What's for dinner?"
>Sweetie Belle reaches the bottom of the stairs and gasps when she sees you, rushing over to wrap her forelegs around your leg in a tight hug. "Hey Anon! What brings you around?"
>Seeing Sweetie's innocent face smiling up at you, completely unaware of the deal you just sealed with her sister, is almost enough to make you want to turn back on this entire endeavor.
>Almost.
>Rarity giggles softly at Sweetie's enthusiastic display. "I've invited Anon over for dinner this evening. I hope that's alright with you, Sweetie…"
>She cracks a huge smile and nods vigorously. "Of course! Will you tell me more about Earth, Anon? I want to hear the story of how the French Revolution ruined everything again!"
>You smile and pat her head. "Yeah, Sweetie. I think I can come up with a few good stories."
>Rarity clears her throat. "Now then, I've already ordered a pizza, and it should be here any minute. Sweetie Belle, go wash up. Anon, I hope you're alright with mushrooms, peppers, and oats on your pizza."
>The mushrooms and peppers sound alright at least, so you simply shrug. Sweetie Belle releases your leg and darts off to the bathroom to wash up.
>The pizza arrives in short order.
>Rarity pours a glass of wine for you and herself, and Sweetie returns from washing up shortly thereafter. You all sit down at the table and dig in.
>Sweetie Belle dominates the conversation at first. She rambles on about how her day went, the bow that Apple Bloom was wearing, how she did on her spelling test, and various other miscellany.
>You and Rarity just nurse your glasses of wine for the most part.
>Eventually though, Sweetie runs out of things to say, and her eyes fall on you. "So Anon, you gonna tell us more about Earth? The French Revolution was really cool, but you stopped after that Robespierre guy did all those bad things. What happened next?"
>You're really grateful you actually paid attention in history class. You introduce Sweetie Belle to Napoleon, and recount everything you can recall of his triumphs and failures. The wars with Austria, the naval conflicts with Britain, the dissolution of the Holy Roman Empire, the successful conquest of Spain and the disastrous campaigns in Egypt and Russia. Even Rarity is hooked before long, calling it a "top-notch drama."
>With each new development, Sweetie Belle scoots a bit closer to you. By the time you get around to the Hundred Days and Waterloo, she's practically sitting in your lap.
>It makes your heart beat faster. You weren't sure if Rarity was kidding when she said that Sweetie had a crush on you, but judging by how close she's getting and how she bites her lip whenever you look at her, it seems like she really does.
>The clock is striking ten before you know it.
>Rarity yawns loudly. "Mmmm, well…that Napoleon fellow had a fascinating story, but I think it's high time we called it a night. Sweetie, go get ready for bed."
>Sweetie groans in disappointment. "Awww, come on, Rarity! One more story?"
>She shakes her head. "Not tonight. Off to bed with you now, young miss."
>She reluctantly slides out of her chair and waves to you. "Alright. Thanks for the story tonight, Anon. I guess I'll see you around…"
>You grin. "Anytime Sweetie. I'll see you real soon…"
>This seems to cheer her up. She trots upstairs with a spring in her step.
>You wonder what she'd say if she knew just how soon you'd be seeing her… 
>You sit with Rarity at the table for a while longer. She offers you another glass of wine, which you gladly accept.
>You need all the courage you can get for tonight, and alcohol might help.
>After about twenty minutes, she rises out of her chair and gives you a conspiratorial wink. "Well then, Mr. Anon. It has been very lovely having you over this evening, but I'm afraid that our time together is at its end. I have a lovely star sapphire brooch to design, you see, and I fear that when inspiration such as this strikes me, I become quite oblivious to the world around me. Why, I probably wouldn't even notice something going on in my own house! I trust you can find your way out when you're ready to leave?"
>Your throat suddenly feels very dry. You can't believe this is actually happening. You manage to croak out a response. "Y-yeah, I'll be fine. Have fun with the brooch, Rarity."
>She titters softly. "Indeed. You enjoy yourself as well, Anon. Good night!"
>With that, you're left alone in the kitchen to contemplate your next move.
>After a few minutes of psyching yourself up, you stand up from your chair and make your way to the stairs.
>You creep up them quietly, wincing every time you step on a creaky board.
>You soon find yourself standing in front of the pink, glittery door that is unmistakably Sweetie Belle's.
>You hesitate. How are you going to handle this? Should you just barge in? What if she starts asking questions? You don't want to weird her out and ruin your chances. You suppose you could just hold the filly down and have your way with her if that happens, but you have to imagine that as much as she pretends not to care, Rarity would not tolerate you obviously hurting Sweetie Belle.
>Plus, Sweetie's a really nice girl, and you wouldn't want to hurt her in the first place…
>You're deliberating how you want to approach this when your ears suddenly perk up at a very faint sound.
>It's coming from inside Sweetie's room.
>You press an ear against the door and listen closely.
>A hot blush comes to your face when you hear the sound again and realize that Sweetie is moaning in there.
>Is she doing what you think she's doing? You press your entire weight against the door, desperate to hear more.
>"Ahhh…yeah, right there…please, more…yes, Anon…ohhh, Anon~"
>Holy shit.
>boner.exe has been initialized and is running at 300% efficiency.
>You weren't sure you could believe what Rarity was saying about Sweetie's nighttime activities until now. She seemed like such a sweet, innocent filly. You didn't dare imagine her doing something like this, and yet, here you stand. A flimsy door is all that separates you from the adorable filly as she strokes her tiny pussy and cries out your name.
>You press even harder against the door, awestruck at the cute little moans, the squeaky cries of ecstasy, and the increasingly intense wet schlicking sound filling the room.
>You would later come to learn that the Carousel Boutique's foundation is not entirely stable. As a result, the house has sunk ever so slightly, setting many of the doors and windows mildly askew over the years.
>In the case of the door to Sweetie Belle's bedroom, this meant that it no longer latched properly.
>And of course, this meant that once you pressed enough weight against it, it would give way.
>As you press hard against the door, the latch pops out, and sends you tumbling into Sweetie's room.
>You catch one glimpse of Sweetie Belle with her rear legs spread wide, furiously rubbing the soaking pink folds of her pussy.
>Then she screams, slams her legs together, and practically leaps under the covers. 
>You awkwardly roll into a sitting position, crossing your legs to hide your painfully hard erection. "Sweetie, it's okay, it's just me!"
>She's panting in shock. "A-anon? What are you doing in my room?" Her white face somehow goes even more pale. "How much did you see?!"
>You clear your throat. Time to sell this. "Ummm, uhhhh…Rarity said I could sleep over, and I heard you saying my name, so I thought you were calling me! I was just…checking in on you to make sure everything was alright!"
>Smooth, Anon.
>Sweetie Belle breaks out in a bright blush before covering her face with the blankets. "Oh Anon, I'm so sorry you had to see that. Please, don't tell Rarity…"
>"Tell her what?"
>Sweetie Belle groans in frustration. "That I was…you know…touching myself. While thinking about you."
>Dear god, if you get any harder you feel like your cock might explode. Still, you have to play this cool. You get up and sit down on the foot of Sweetie Belle's bed, running a hand softly along the covers above one of her hind legs. "And what's wrong with that?"
>Sweetie's silent for a moment before peeking her eyes out from under the covers, staring at you in disbelief. "Well…you're a grown-up. I'm not supposed to like grown-ups like that."
>You do your best to give her a reassuring smile. "But you like me, don't you?"
>What you can see of Sweetie's face is as red as a tomato. Her voice seems to crack even more than usual when she's nervous, a trait you find very endearing. "Well yeah, Anon. You always have the coolest stories, and you're really kind and awesome at the same time, and you're always really nice to me. I know I shouldn't, and that grown-ups don't like fillies, but…I can't help myself, Anon…"
>You gently squeeze her thigh, drawing a soft, surprised moan from her. "And who says that grown-ups can't like fillies?"
>Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. She sits up slightly, causing the blanket to fall away from her face entirely. "Do you mean…?"
>You smile and nod. "Yeah, Sweetie. I like you back"
>She squees in pure excitement. "Oh my gosh! R-really?"
>"Yeah Sweetie. And on Earth, when a grown-up and a filly like one another, it's perfectly acceptable for the filly to touch herself around the grown-up!"
>Sweetie Belle buys your lie hook, line, and sinker. She grins broadly and looks at you with a half-lidded gaze. "So…you're okay with what I was just doing?"
>Dear god yes. You nod gently. "Oh, for sure. No need to stop on my account…"
>Sweetie hesitates for a moment. "So does this mean we can be special someponies?"
>A more reasonable man would probably have anticipated danger and found some way to dodge that question.
>At this point, you are about as far from reasonable as you can be.
>"Of course, Sweetie! I think that'd be great."
>Sweetie Belle cheers loudly before pushing the covers away, spreading her legs wide for you, and readying her hoof.
>"Now where was I…?" 
>You're unable to take your eyes off of the thin, tight lips between Sweetie Belle's legs. They're so sleek and practically dripping with her juices…
>You almost die when her little heart-shaped clit winks out at you.
>Sweetie takes a deep breath and places her hoof to her pussy, beginning to rub it in a slow, circular motion.
>You smile at her and run your hand up and down her hind leg to help her relax.
>It works. She lies back and quickly falls into her groove, alternating between increasingly quick circular motions above her clit and long strokes up and down the length of her fresh, young lips.
>She maintains eye contact with you the whole time, and tries to smile in between her squeaky moans, groans, and gasps. "Anon…am I doing okay? Do you like this?"
>You nod so hard you think your head might fall off. "Yes, Sweetie. You're doing so well. Can you go faster for me?"
>She gives you a determined grin and brings her hoof down hard, punishing her wildly winking clit with a strong, determined assault.
>Her moans get even higher, which means her voice cracks even more. It's driving you wild. It doesn't help that her scent is beginning to permeate the room. It's so clean and alluring.
>You need to touch it.
>Sweetie's back is arched and her eyes have rolled into her head, so you gently place your hand over her hoof. She groans in frustration and reluctantly comes to a halt. "W-what's wrong, Anon?"
>You move your hand up to rub her soft belly, drawing a soft coo from her. "Nothing's wrong at all, Sweetie. You're just working so very hard…how about you take a break and let me touch you instead?"
>You can feel her trembling under your touch. She looks up at you, and it's clear that her uncertainty is fighting a tremendous battle against her lust. "Are you sure that's okay for you to be doing, Anon?"
>You give her your best, most calming smile. "Of course! This is perfectly acceptable on Earth, and hey, we're special someponies, aren't we?"
>Mentioning that makes Sweetie Belle squeal in delight and grin from ear to ear. "Well okay, Anon. I really have been wondering what those…what did you call them? Fingers, right? I've really been wondering what they can do…"
>"Then let me show you…"
>You run a finger delicately along her quivering fillyhood, marveling at the smooth, slightly rubbery texture. Curiosity gets the better of you, and once you've collected a good amount of her juices, you bring your finger up and give it a cursory lick.
>Sweetie Belle's pussy tastes exactly like sugar cookies.
>Equestria truly is a magical place. 
>You press two fingers against her this time and begin running them up and down her lips with some force. Her needy moans compel you to speed up, and you're all too happy to comply.
>"Oh Celestia…Anon, don't stop! Your fingers are…they're incredible!"
>You smile and rub with conviction as Sweetie Belle drenches your fingers with her juices. You make sure to pleasure her little clit every time it pops out, earning you a loud moan every time, and occasionally even a bestial whinny.
>Sweetie Belle is writhing beneath your ministrations. She soon takes to biting her pillow in order to muffle her loud vocalizations.
>You decide to turn things up a notch. Gently, you press inwards with your index finger. Sweetie gasps in surprise as you sink two knuckles deep into the burning, strangling depths of her fillyhood.
>She clenches tight against you as you slowly pump your finger in and out, massaging it along the ridged ceiling of her cute little snatch.
>"M-more…" she murmurs. "Please, Anon, I need more…"
>You oblige. With some difficulty, you manage to work your middle finger inside of her as well. You begin fingerfucking her forcefully as you stretch her pussy further than it's ever been before.
>It's a good thing she's dripping wet, because she's insanely tight. When she clenches particularly hard, you're even a little afraid that she'll break your fingers.
>Regardless, you soldier on. Sweetie Belle is practically screaming into her pillow. Judging by the frequency and intensity of her clenching, you can tell she's very close.
>You press your thumb against her clit and rub furiously, intent on finishing the job.
>Her moans and screams increase in pitch and become desperate. "Anon! I-I think I'm gonna pee…"
>You smile proudly and rub her hindleg with your free hand while your other hand continues its furious assault. "That's good, Sweetie. Just let it happen…"
>Sweetie lets out a series of gasps before finally screaming at the top of her lungs into her pillow. Her lower half convulses violently as she clenches against your fingers with violent force and a large gush of juices explodes out of her pussy, forming a large pool on the sheets just below her marshmallow asshole.
>You chuckle. Somehow, you knew Sweetie Belle would be a squirter.
>You slowly withdraw your fingers from her twitching fillyhood and lick them clean of her sugary juices as Sweetie pants heavily, and comes down from her big high. 
>Sweetie is still panting heavily, but finally manages to find some words. "Anon…wow…that was…what even was that at the end…?"
>It takes you a moment to remember that it's not uncommon for young girls to touch themselves for quite some time without ever getting themselves to completion.
>Poor deprived little filly…
>You run your hands up and down her sides. "That was an orgasm, Sweetie…"
>She sighs dreamily. "It was incredible, Anon. W-will you give me more?"
>You smile impishly. "As many as you like, dear…"
>She smiles and lies back for a few moments, still catching her breath. When she finally does sit back up, she's looking at you very inquisitively. "So Anon, that bulge in your pants…that's your penis, right?"
>You nod slowly.
>She begins blushing anew. "Colts like it when fillies touch that, right?"
>You like where this is going. "Yes they do, Sweetie. It feels very wonderful when it's touched."
>Sweetie bites her lip as the blush returns to her cheeks in full force. "Since we're special someponies…can I see it, Anon?"
>You chuckle. "I thought you'd never ask…"
>You slide off the bed and undo your belt, throwing it off to the side. You sidle on over until you're standing right in front of Sweetie, who has rolled over onto her side and is watching you intently.
>Best not to keep her waiting. You unzip your fly, unbutton your pants, and push both your pants and your underwear down at once.
>Your rock-hard member feels so damn good as it finally springs free of the constrictive prison of your pants. 
>Sweetie Belle gasps in awe. "Woah…human ones don't look anything like the diagrams in school…"
>You chuckle. "I hope you don't mind…"
>She brings her face right up next to it, inspecting it very closely. You can feel her hot breath on it and it just about drives you insane. "Of course not, Anon! I think it's really cool…just like the rest of you!"
>You blush brightly and run a hand through Sweetie's mane. "Aw, thanks…"
>She smiles sweetly. "So, ummm…do you mind if I touch it?"
>You spread your legs and thrust it softly towards her. "Not at all. Just be gentle, it's very sensitive…"
>Sweetie begins curiously poking and prodding at your cock, examining it from many different angles and running a hoof along it to get a feel for it.
>You groan softly. The frog of Sweetie Belle's hoof feels amazing. Delicate and soft, and yet the folds of skin are just firm enough to pleasure you when they glide over your tip.
>You pat her on the head. "That's a good girl. Now if you really want to make a colt happy, take it between your hooves and start stroking it up and down…"
>Sweetie Belle complies, beginning to gently jerk you off. Sandwiched between her hooves, your cock feels like it's in heaven. Somehow, she has just the right touch.
>She stares up at you, her eyes eagerly seeking approval. "Is this good, Anon?"
>You moan softly. "Y-yeah, Sweetie. You can go a bit faster if you want…"
>Sweetie happily complies, sliding her hooves up and down along your shaft at a vigorous pace. You can't help but groan in pleasure. It feels amazing, and you've been pent up this whole time…
>Eventually, Sweetie gasps. "Anon, something came out!"
>You look down. Sure enough, a large glob of precum has formed on the tip. You chuckle. "T-that's a sign that you're doing a great job, Sweetie."
>Sweetie leans in and sniffs it. She makes an approving little grunt and then unexpectedly flicks out her tongue to lick it up.
>Her rough, wet little tongue feels like lightning striking the tip of your member. You cry out in delight, earning you an inquisitive look from Sweetie.
>"Y-you like when I lick it?"
>You nod wildly. "Y-yeah, colts love it when you put it in your mouth."
>Her eyes light up. "Ooooh! I've heard about this one! That's a…uhhh…blowjob, right? Diamond Tiara mentioned those once, but I never quite knew what they were."
>You smile and skritch Sweetie behind the ear. "Yep, that's a blowjob!"
>Sweetie looks up at you innocently, a big, goofy grin on her flushed face. "Anon…would you like me to give you a blowjob?" 
>You wordlessly place a hand on the back of Sweetie's head and step closer to the bed and thrust your member softly against her lips while gently pressing her head forward.
>She takes the hint and opens up, taking the head of your cock between her lips and delicately sucking on it.
>Your back arches and you groan loudly. Sweetie's lips are so soft, and her mouth is so warm and wet. You lovingly stroke her long locks. "That's right. Now try to get your tongue involved, but be sure you don't touch it with your teeth, okay?"
>Sweetie gives a muffled grunt of affirmation, and obediently begins licking the tip of your cock, prodding and swirling her tongue around it as she sucks on you like a lollipop.
>Her beautiful light green eyes stare up at you as she goes, filled with pure affection. You can't help but bring your other hand up to caress her cheek.
>Eventually, the teasing is starting to drive you crazy. You need more, but you're not sure you trust Sweetie to give a proper blowjob yet. Instead you smile down at her sweetly. "I'm going to start moving now, okay? Just try to keep working it with your tongue, and avoid those teeth."
>She mumbles out an "ok," and you gently roll your hips forward, sliding more of yourself into the slippery confines of her mouth.
>She giggles in surprise as her mouth is suddenly filled with meat, but does a surprisingly good job of accommodating you with her nimble little tongue.
>You begin thrusting more steadily now. Sweetie's mouth makes a delightful series of wet pops and slurping sounds as you pound in and out of the delicate, imperfect seal of her lips.
>Your cock twitches and throbs in pure ecstasy. Each thrust into Sweetie's mouth is pure bliss, and she's quickly becoming good enough with her tongue to send a shiver down your spine.
>Sweetie Belle gives a lustful moan as you deposit several drops of pre on the back of her tongue. All the while, she never stops staring up at you, an adoring look on her face.
>It's almost too much to bear. You know that you can't last long. Finishing all over Sweetie's face would be lovely, but it's not what you came here to do.
>You quickly pull away, leaving Sweetie gasping and mewling softly in protest. "Ah…Anon, why'd you stop? It tastes so good!"
>This filly…
>You pick her up, drawing a surprised yelp from your young lover. You savor holding her slight form in your arms for just a moment before you gently lay her down on her back and climb on top of her.
>Sweetie looks up at you, bewildered.
>You smile and caress her cheek. "Sweetie, I'd like to be inside of you…"
>You grind your soaking member against her nethers to emphasize your point.
>Her eyes go wide. "T-that?! Inside me? Anon…I don't know if it will fit!"
>It's a fair concern. You were having trouble working two fingers inside there. But you're sure that between Sweetie's spit and the natural lubricant flowing freely out of her horny little pussy, you'll be able to manage.
>You figure Sweetie might need a little more reassuring, though, so you lean down and kiss her gently. She makes a surprised yelp which quickly trails off into a dreamy sigh as she pushes her clumsy, inexperienced lips against yours.
>You eventually pull away. Sweetie Belle is staring up at you with half-lidded eyes, all of her concerns seemingly gone. "My special somepony…" she softly murmurs.
>You run a hand through her mane. "Yes, I'm your special somepony, and you know I'd never want to hurt you, Sweetie. I promise we'll take it slow and that it will be lots of fun. Do you trust me?"
>Sweetie hesitates for a moment, grimacing as she stares down at your member pressed against her petite little body. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then slowly nods. "O-okay. I trust you, Anon…"
>You pat her on the head. "That's a good girl…" 
>You take your cock in your hand and line yourself up with Sweetie's ever-so-tight entrance.
>You make a few test prods, each of which cause her to gasp softly and tense up.
>"Just relax…"
>"Alright, Anon. I'll try."
>You take a deep breath, make sure you're lined up just right, and press forward.
>Sweetie cries out as your cock finds purchase and splits her, the first inch or so slipping inside.
>It's so hard to keep your composure. Sweetie's walls feel like the finest velvet, and they're gripping your member like a python, desperately beckoning you in.
>A primal part of you wants so badly to jam it in, to take her wildly and use her perfect little pussy just as you desire.
>One look at those big, beautiful green eyes staring up at you disperses all of those thoughts.
>This little filly is your special somepony, after all, and you need to make her first time special.
>You take her forehoof in your hand and squeeze it tight, smiling as you press deeper inside of her.
>You encounter some brief resistance from the remnants of her hymen, but it falls away without any problem. Judging by how Sweetie occasionally liked to dip the tip of her hoof inside while masturbating, it's not really much of a mystery where her cherry went.
>Sweetie is gasping and moaning softly, but doesn't seem to be in pain. Her spongy walls, though still almost painfully tight, seem to be relaxing a bit as well as they become used to being stretched so wide.
>With one final thrust, you bury the remaining length of your member inside of Sweetie Belle. Both of you cry out in delight as your balls slap against her cute asshole.
>You lean down and kiss Sweetie again. This time she's ready, and responds with far more ardor.
>You give Sweetie a few moments to adjust to having you inside. You can feel her loosening up by the second, and soon, she squeezes your hand. You take that as a sign that she's ready.
>You slowly withdraw your cock until only the tip remains inside, and then plunge it back into her with a decent amount of force.
>Sweetie moans loudly. "So…big. K-keep going, Anon…"
>You begin softly rutting her, withdrawing your cock at a slow pace before pushing it back in with a decent amount of force.
>Sweetie is gasping, panting, and generally vocalizing wildly. It makes you really, really glad that you're paying Rarity not to care.
>You just hope that she doesn't wake the neighbors.
>After several agonizing minutes, you feel like she's finally relaxed to the point that you can go at a speed that's not painfully slow for you. You caress her face lovingly and pick up your pace, thrusting shallowly inside of her at a steady rate.
>Sweetie's tongue lolls out. She's completely lost in the pleasure, and it is equal parts adorable and sexy. Very suddenly, she starts gasping in a familiar crescendo pattern. You smile and pick up your speed slightly, mercilessly driving her to her second orgasm of the night.
>It's not as spectacular as the first, but the wild clenching feels amazing around your cock.
>It spurs you on harder. The ridges in Sweetie's fillyhood are incredible as is, and every time they grip hard against you, it fills you with an almost overwhelming ecstasy.
>You pound Sweetie Belle's virgin slit as hard as you dare, your balls making a lewd slapping sound as they crash against her petite marshmallow ass.
>Sweetie is screaming now. She's lost all sense of restraint and is desperately bucking her hips against yours. She's rocked by another orgasm, and then another.
>You've got her trapped in a feedback loop of pleasure, as each orgasm becomes more intense than the last.
>It's a miracle you held out this long in her narrow depths. Now that they're convulsing more or less constantly, there's no way you can hold out.
>You cry out her name, pounding her with everything you've got. Your loins tighten and your cock becomes ultra-sensitive. Every thrust is like lightning shooting up your spine.
>With one final groan, you slam your cock all the way inside of Sweetie Belle and begin flooding her underage pussy with spurt after gushing spurt of your hot, sticky seed.
>As you do this, Sweetie Belle sings out ecstatically and cums for the last and hardest time, squirting all over you and positively ruining her sheets.
>The two of you writhe together as you ride out your climaxes.
>Eventually though, you come down from your astronomical highs and collapse into a heap on the bed.
>All is quiet. 
>You and Sweetie Belle both lie gasping for air. With the last of your strength, you slowly withdraw your deflating member from inside of her and roll off to the side.
>Sweetie coos gently. "T-there's so much inside, Anon…I think it might be leaking out. Is that okay?"
>You wrap an arm around her and pull her close. "Yeah, sweetheart, that's fine. We'll take you to the bathroom and get you cleaned up in a few minutes."
>She snuggles close to you. "So that was sex, huh…?"
>You chuckle and kiss her forehead. "Yeah, that was sex."
>She coos happily. "I hope we can do it again soon, Anon."
>Your heart flutters at the very thought. "Y-yeah, Sweetie. As often as you like."
>She squees joyfully.
>After a few more minutes, you're feeling strong enough to get up out of bed. You gently pick Sweetie Belle up and carry her off to the bathroom, where you tenderly clean her up with a few wet washcloths.
>Cleaning up your little pony is very soothing. So much so, in fact that Sweetie falls asleep right in the middle of it.
>Poor little thing.
>Once she's acceptably clean, you pick her up again and carefully shuffle back to her bedroom, where you tuck her in tight.
>You lean down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead, and her eyes briefly flutter open.
>"Mmmm…night, special somepony…"
>You softly stroke her mane. "And goodnight to you, my special somepony…"
>You throw your clothes back on and then leave her room, gently closing the door as you go.
>You creep quietly down the stairs and begin making your way to the exit.
>Rarity is waiting for you in the sitting room.
>She calmly sips her glass of wine. "My my, my little sister has a special somepony."
>You blush brightly. "Shit, you heard that?"
>She nods. "Like I said, darling, thin walls."
>You grimace. "I really do care for her, you know."
>Rarity takes another deep sip of her wine. "Oh certainly, I believe you, darling! I just wish the rest of Ponyville would be more understanding. It would be such a shame if word of this were to get out."
>You sigh. "What do you want?"
>The faintest hint of a smile comes to Rarity's face. "You know Anon, I had a splendid time designing my star sapphire brooch tonight. But I can't help but feel like something was missing. Perhaps a star sapphire tiara?"
>"How many do you need?"
>Rarity scratches her chin. "Ohhh, I don't know. I think if I had five more star sapphires to work with, I might be too distracted drawing up designs to be bothered to pick Sweetie Belle up from school tomorrow. Someone else may have to go and get her and entertain her at their place until my designs are finished…"
>You grin, excited that Rarity's hush money apparently comes with another chance to see Sweetie. "I'll have them to you by noon tomorrow."
>Rarity claps her hooves. "Ohhh, splendid! I will look forward to seeing you then. So, too, shall Sweetie Belle, I suspect…"
>You turn and walk out of the Carousel Boutique shaking your head.
>It's clear that Rarity is intent on milking you for every sapphire you own in return for allowing you to see Sweetie Belle.
>It really is a bum deal.
>For her.
>After all, what are a few crappy sapphires compared to the infinitely precious gem that is currently snuggled up in bed and dreaming sweet dreams about you? 

>The next day, you hold true to your word and swing by the Carousel Boutique with another pocket full of gems.
>To your surprise, Rarity is so “inspired” by the sapphires you bring her that she “foresees an overnighter” and asks you to take Sweetie off of her hooves for the entire evening.
>Best slumber party ever?
>Best slumber party ever.
>On the way back home, you’re struck with the disturbing realization that your fridge is in full-on bachelor mode and contains only a few kegs of beer, milk, moldy leftovers, and a bottle of mustard that you’ve had for many months and will probably never use.
>Since taking Sweetie out on a romantic dinner date might raise a few eyebrows, you swing by the store and pick up some food for this evening. Shopping for an underage horse is not something you’re used to, so you buy a lot more than is strictly necessary, just in case she turns out to be picky.
>Soda, chips, carrots, celery, sugar cubes, popcorn, oats, hay, two different kinds of pre-made salads for dinner and some fresh berries, orange juice, and pancake mix for the morning…you’re fully prepared.
>You make your way down to the schoolhouse with time to spare, sit down on a nearby park bench, and wait for the bell to ring.
>It’s a really lovely afternoon. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and everything is so quiet and serene. Even the bench is as comfortable as a bench can be.
>It makes you a little drowsy.
>Surely nopony would mind if you rested your eyes a bit…
>Maybe just for 15 minutes.
>After all, you’ve got time. Sweetie’s not out for…another hour…
>The next thing you know, the school bell is ringing and little foals are cheering triumphantly as they rush out of the schoolhouse, another day of boredom behind them.
>You yawn loudly and rub the grogginess from your eyes.
>Your vision comes into focus just in time to see a white streak shooting towards you.
>Sweetie Belle leaps into your arms with the force of an adorable little linebacker, knocking the wind out of you as she hugs and nuzzles you lovingly.
>”Anon, what are you doing here?! I was thinking about you all day…”
>You catch your breath and hug Sweetie back, rocking her gently side to side. “Rarity is going to be busy, so she asked me to take care of you tonight.”
>Sweetie Belle emits a high-pitched squeal of delight that could probably break glass and hugs you even tighter. “So like, a sleepover? Ohhhh, that’s an amazing idea, Anon! I can’t wait!”
>It is at this moment that you actually begin to look around the schoolyard and realize that most of the other parents are staring at you.
>Hell, even some of the kids are looking at you funny.
>You’re suddenly extremely conscious of the fact that there’s an underage filly sitting in your lap, hugging and nuzzling the shit out of you.
>You instinctively push Sweetie off of you, drawing a very hurt look from her when she crashes to the ground. “A-anon? What was that for?”
>You hiss softly. “Not in public, Sweetie…”
>Sweetie blushes brightly as she finally becomes cognizant of all the eyes currently fixed on her. “Oh…right. Sorry, Anon.” 
>You rise from the park bench and lay your hand on Sweetie’s back. “Come on, we should probably get going.”
>Sweetie nods and follows you.
>You’ve only made it halfway across the schoolyard when your heart begins to sink.
>Miss Cheerilee is looking right at you and seems to be trotting towards you with purpose.
>You take a deep breath to steady yourself as she draws near.
>”Ah, Mr. Anonymous, correct?”
>You bow respectfully. “Yes, ma’am. You’re Miss Cheerilee, if I’m not mistaken?”
>She nods. “Yes. I take it you’re here to pick Sweetie Belle up today?”
>Sweetie chimes in. “Yeah, Miss Cheerilee! Rarity’s busy, so Anon’s going to watch me tonight!”
>Cheerilee smiles sweetly. “That’s very nice, Sweetie Belle. Unfortunately, Rarity failed to notify the school in advance that somepony…err…someone else was going to be picking you up.”
>Dammit, gem horse!
>You try to smile warmly at Cheerilee and play it cool. “Well, she just received a very important rush order. You know how she gets sometimes. I know it’s not worth much, but I can promise you that Sweetie will come to school with a note from Rarity confirming all of this tomorrow…”
>Cheerilee scratches her chin. “Well…that does sound like Rarity. And Sweetie does seem to like and trust you a lot, Anon…” Her expression darkens and she narrows her eyes as she stares deep into yours. “…in fact, perhaps a bit TOO much…”
>You tug on your collar and try to will yourself not to sweat too profusely…
>After a few intense moments of staring you down, Cheerilee seems to find what she’s looking for and quite unexpectedly returns to her normal, pleasant self. “Very well, I suppose I can ignore school policy just this once. If you’re going to be picking Sweetie up in the future, we’re going to need a note from Rarity or her parents giving you the official okay, though. Are we clear?”
>You nod quickly. “Crystal clear, Miss Cheerilee. It won’t happen again. Have a nice evening!”
>Cheerilee bids you and Sweetie Belle goodbye, and you hustle Sweetie out of the schoolyard as quickly as you can.
>You can still feel many pairs of eyes on you as you leave.
>Most have the good tact to at least try and conceal the fact that they’re staring at you when you look back at them, but one of the fillies is downright disturbing.
>She has a pinkish coat and is wearing some sort of tacky tiara. She doesn’t bother hiding the fact that she’s staring at you. 
>However, what’s truly unsettling about the filly is the fact that she’s smiling. It’s not an innocent or joyful smile, but a predatory one that chills you to the bone.
>You hurry home with all due haste. 

>You make it to your house in record time and shut the front door tight behind you as you enter.
>The lock on your front door creaks and moans in protest as you break it from its long inertia and laboriously slide the bolt into place.
>It’s the first time you’ve ever felt the need to lock your front door since coming to Ponyville, and judging by how rusted the damn thing is, you’re willing to bet the previous owner of your house rarely locked it either.
>Now, however, the prying eyes of Ponyville are securely locked away, and you can breathe easy at last.
>Your turn to find Sweetie Belle making herself right at home on your couch, kicking back and sighing contentedly as the worries and stresses of school melt away.
>You playfully ruffle her mane. “Long day?”
>She giggles and nods. “You have no idea…Cheerilee hit us with two pop quizzes!”
>”That bitch!”
>Sweetie just laughs.
>You start making your way towards the kitchen. “I’m gonna grab a beer. Want something to drink? I’ve got soda, milk, juice, or water.”
>Sweetie licks her dry lips. “Oh, some soda sounds amazing right now…”
>You crack open your fridge and grab a can of soda for Sweetie and an extra large tankard of sweet, sweet alcohol for yourself. You head back out to the living room and practically flop into the seat next to Sweetie on the couch.
>You both drink greedily. It was hotter than expected today, and this really is the perfect way to cool down. You’ve downed a good portion of your drink and are starting to feel the first hints of a pleasant buzz when Sweetie nudges you. “Hey Anon, can I ask you something?”
>”Shoot.”
>Sweetie nervously scrapes at the fabric of the couch with her hoof. “Well, uhhh…you still like me, right?”
>You lean forward anxiously, not expecting such a serious question. “Sweetie, of course I do. Why would you think otherwise?”
>She frowns and stares up at you with those big, beautiful pale green eyes. “Well, it was just…you pushed me away really hard when I was saying hi to you after school.”
>You sigh. “I’m very sorry about that, Sweetie. I just saw other ponies staring at us and I…I panicked, I guess.”
>Sweetie cocks her head to the side. “You panicked?”
>You give her a bittersweet smile and softly caress her cheek. “Sweetie, you’ve gotta realize that there are a whole bunch of ponies out there who don’t like the idea of us being together. If ponies were to find out, I would get into really big trouble, and so that’s why it’s really important that we keep this a secret. I’d love to hug you and kiss you all the time, but it’s just not gonna happen for a few years, at least. When other ponies are around, just don’t stand so close to me. Do you understand?”
>Sweetie stares down at the couch and nods gravely. “I understand Anon. I’m sorry I got too excited. I was just so happy to see you…”
>You wrap an arm around her and pull her close, eliciting a surprised yelp. You stare down into her eyes and speak with all of your conviction. “Listen. Just because I can’t act like your special somepony all the time doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I like you a whole lot, Sweetie, and I promise that whenever we’re alone, I’ll give you as much loving as you can handle.”
>Sweetie blushes brightly and finally gives you a delicate little smile. “You’ve got a deal, Anon.”
>You lean down and press your lips against Sweetie’s. She moans needily into your mouth and returns your kiss with vigor.
>You can taste the sugary soda on her lips as she tries her best to match the rhythmic ebb and flow of your kiss.
>She’s still not amazing at it, but as she climbs into your lap, wraps her hooves around your neck, and timidly pokes her tongue into your mouth, it becomes clear that her enthusiasm more than makes up for her inexperience.
>You gently ease yourself back into a reclining position, letting Sweetie rest on top of your chest as your lips and tongues continue their passionate dance and your hands run all over her smooth, soft body..
>The rest of the afternoon flies by. 
>By the time you two finally tire of making out, the sun is sinking low in the sky. Its golden rays seep in through the windows and illuminate Sweetie Belle’s face, lending her an angelic aspect as she smiles down at you and runs a hoof through your hair. “So Anon, what else are we gonna do for our slumber party?”
>You yawn, stretching your inert muscles out and shaking yourself from the haze of love you’ve been steeped in for the last few hours. “Well, I planned to make dinner, give you a bath, and then hang out until bedtime. But we could just stay here, if you prefer.”
>She giggles and sticks her dexterous little tongue out at you. “Weeeeeell…My heart says stay here, but my stomach says it’s dinnertime.”
>Good girl. Your own stomach’s been rumbling for a while now.
>You reluctantly let Sweetie Belle out of your embrace and head for the kitchen. 
>It’s a simple matter to prepare the salad that Sweetie prefers, which is incidentally a lot like a Cobb salad back on earth minus the meat.
>You also make up a nice little platter of celery, carrots and hay to go with it.
>In no time at all, you’ve got a half decent meal prepared. Sweetie Belle seems to absolutely love it, so that makes it feel extra good.
>Your dinner conversation is surprisingly mundane. You discuss her day at school and how she did on her pop quizzes and she regurgitates a few lame jokes that Scootaloo apparently told her.
>Eventually, the conversation turns back to Earth, as it always seems to with Sweetie. She seems particularly interested in music tonight, so you regale her with the legend of Freddie Mercury, telling her everything you can recall about his origins, his style, and his incredible musical talent…
>”Do you know what stage presence means?”
>”Yeah! Miss Cheerilee told me I had really great stage presence after the last musical we did.”
>”Well, Freddie Mercury revolutionized stage presence on Earth. The singers before him tended to just stand there and sing. Freddy ran around the stage, struck wild poses, fired the audience up and did tons of costume changes. He just generally brought amazing energy and passion to the stage, and that’s why musicians on Earth still try to emulate him.”
>Sweetie has stars in her eyes. “Wow, I wish I could see him!”
>“Yeah, I wish I could have seen him too. He died of a horrible sickness before I could have appreciated him, but I’m told he kept putting on amazing performances right up until the last year or so of his life.”
>Sweetie sighs dreamily. “Earth sounds so cool, Anon…”
>You rise from your seat and run a hand through her mane. “Yeah, it had its high points. Now c’mon, I’m supposed to give you a bath this evening.”
>Sweetie pouts. “Awww, do we have to?”
>You give her a playful wink and adopt a sultry tone. “Well no, I guess not. It’s too bad, though, because I was planning on making it a really fun bath for us. I suppose I’ll just go and take a bath all alone if you’re not coming along…”
>That gets Sweetie’s ass out of her seat right quick. 
>You lead Sweetie Belle to the bathroom and begin drawing a nice, hot bath.
>As the water slowly fills the tub, she fidgets with nervous excitement, biting her lip and staring at you with a warm blush on her face.
>You chuckle and scratch her ears to help calm her down a bit. “Just relax, sweetheart. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
>She smiles and lovingly nuzzles against your hand, her nerves seeming to melt away.
>The bathwater reaches a good level, and you dip a finger in to test the temperature.
>Just right.
>You pick Sweetie up with ease and plant a playful peck on her snout before gently setting her down in the water, which comes up to about her neckline.
>Sweetie gives a relaxed sigh as she’s submerged and quickly dips her head below the water to wet her mane. Once she reemerges, she pushes her wet mane out of her eyes and gives you a big smile. “Mmmmm, the water’s really nice, Anon!”
>”Is it now?”
>”Yep! Just perfect!”
>You give her an impish grin. “Well then, I might just have to try it for myself. Care for some company?”
>She averts her eyes in embarrassment and softly nods.
>You chuckle and begin undressing, sliding off your shirt and pants in short order, but giving Sweetie a bit of a show as you slowly pull off your underwear.
>Once those are off, Sweetie giggles at you.
>You cross your arms. “What?”
>”Nothing! You just look very…different with no clothes on!”
>You roll your eyes and step into the tub, easing yourself down into the water behind Sweetie. 
>She immediately begins scooting backwards into your lap and doesn’t stop until her plush behind is pressed right up against your half-erect member.
>You wrap your arms around her from behind and pull her close, leaning down to kiss the crown of her head. “Good girl…”
>Sweetie moans softly and grinds her backside against you, raising your cock to full mast with ease. “Y-you’re getting so big, Anon...”
>You can only groan in response. You slowly, lightly slide a hand down Sweetie’s soft underbelly until your middle finger ever so gently brushes her winking clit, causing her to whimper and tremble.
>Pleased with this reaction, you begin kissing the small of Sweetie Belle’s neck as you press more firmly against her quivering fillyhood, running two fingers up and down it at a moderate pace.
>Sweetie responds by grinding against you with much broader strokes, gliding her delightfully yielding ass against the entire length of your member.
>You reward her hard work by curling your middle finger and pressing it into her, sliding effortlessly into the burning grasp of her submerged pussy. 
>She cries out and arches her back against you, clenching tight against your finger as it teases the delightful ridges along the roof of her vagina.
>Sweetie Belle rubs against you ever harder. Each movement of her cute butt against your painfully erect organ drives you mad with desire.
>You kiss and lick up and down her neck, drawing sighs and soft gasps from your sensitive young partner. You eventually trail your kisses up to her ear, nibbling on it softly before whispering into it. “Sweetie, you’ve got me so excited. I need to be inside of you…”
>She moans and nods her head desperately. “Y-yeah, please…I want it, Anon!” 
>Sweetie moves over and rests her forelegs on the lip of the tub, angling her butt up in the air. She flicks her sopping wet tail out of the way and reveals her perfect pink pussy to you. Her clit winks out at you, casting a mighty spell of attraction that you are utterly powerless to resist.
>You sidle up behind her and find, to your delight, that your cock lines up perfectly with her when you’re on your knees. You prod at her a few times with your member, eliciting a few short, adorable squeaks from her.
>She smiles back at you and shakes her butt. “Mmmm, I’m waiting, Anon~”
>Well, you should certainly never keep a lady waiting. You grasp Sweetie’s sumptuous flanks with both hands and spread her wide, pressing against the entrance to her vagina with a decent amount of force.
>She’s still insanely tight, but now that you know she can handle it, you’re willing to be much less conservative than last time.
>With one mighty thrust forward, you work the head and the first few inches in. Sweetie wails in pure delight as her velvety walls contract hard around the large invader, choking your sensitive tip and sending a jolt of pleasure surging up your spine.
>Once she’s relaxed from the initial shock, it’s a simple matter to hilt yourself inside of her. You groan ecstatically as her tight muscles wrap around the entirety of your cock.
>You dig your fingers into her squishy plot and slowly withdraw your member, every ridge inside of her teasing and pleasing you as you drag your throbbing head across it.
>In the next instant, you slam your entire length back inside, causing Sweetie Belle to emit an adorably squeaky cry. With that, the dance is on, and you begin fucking your special somepony at a nice, moderate pace.
>Sweetie gasps, pants, and whimpers needily. “M-more…”
>You smile and dig your fingers into her plot even harder as you happily increase your speed, pistoning your entire length in and out of her burning depths with gusto.
>Sweetie’s legs are shaking, yet still, she rocks her hips against yours in steady rhythm. She stares back at you, her face as red as a beet. You can see a hunger in her eyes that you have never noticed before. “Harder.” she gasps,” Please Anon, I want it so bad!”
>You’re surprised. Last night, it took much longer to ramp up to this pace. Still, you gladly grant her wish. 
>You begin moving strenuously, giving Sweetie just about everything you’ve got. Her tight, spongy pussy clenches around you with an iron grip, and you can already feel your balls beginning to tighten. Every thrust into her fresh, young slit provides almost overwhelming pleasure, and the thrusts are definitely coming at a very, very rapid rate now.
>There are tears coming to her eyes. Her pussy is chewing on you wildly, and she feels like she’s on the very brink of climax, but Sweetie Belle still cries out for you to go harder in between her wild vocalizations.
>You wonder…
>You raise your hand and then slap her ass with a fair amount of force. Not enough to hurt her or leave a mark, but enough to produce a nice, satisfying *thwack.*
>Sweetie’s back immediately arches. Her tongue lolls out and her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Ah-Anoooon! D-do that again!”
>Bingo.
>”Naughty little filly!” You smack Sweetie Belle’s adorable butt again, this time hard enough to leave a nice red handprint. She screams in pure ecstasy as you pump her pussy with everything you’ve got.
>Sweetie’s gasps and moans are becoming desperate. “Y-yes! I’m a naughty filly! I’m a naughty filly! Again! Againagainagain!”
>You swat Sweetie’s naughty plot once more, and that’s all she needs. Her juices gush forth in a tremendous deluge as her entire body shakes and she screams out her ecstasy.
>The wild convulsions of her pussy are far more than you can handle as well. Your thrusting loses all rhythm as the pleasure overwhelms your entire existence and culminates in a single point of pure ecstasy. You plunge deep inside of her and blast jet after molten jet of your hot seed deep inside of Sweetie Belle. 
>Once your own orgasm subsides somewhat, you fall backwards onto your butt.
>Sweetie is still clinging to the lip of the tub, and it’s enchanting to watch globs of your seed flow out of her still-winking pussy as she rides out her intense high.
>Eventually, you find the wherewithal to gather Sweetie into your arms and hold her tight as she slowly comes back to earth.
>She looks up at you in bewilderment. “Y-you…spanked me.”
>You smile. “You seemed to like it.”
>She stares off into the distance. “I loved it so much. D-does that make me weird?”
>You chuckle and caress her cheek. “Not at all. Sometimes a bit of pain can really intensify pleasure.”
>She sighs in relief. “Good…”
>You kiss Sweetie gently on the forehead. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up for real now. Can you grab that washcloth for me?”
>Cleaning up the mess you made in Sweetie’s nethers and getting her coat, mane, and tail nice and squeaky clean doesn’t take nearly as long as you thought it would. 
>Soon, you find yourself helping to dry her off. Then it’s on to running a brush through her mane and tail, which you find incredibly soothing.
>After that, it’s straight to bed. Your session in the tub took a lot out of both of you, and although Sweetie tries to protest, she can barely keep her eyes open.
>You tuck her gently into bed, and then slide in next to her. She immediately snuggles into your embrace, burying her face in your chest with a tender coo.
>You run your hand through her mane in a slow, relaxing rhythm.
>Sweetie sighs contentedly. “I still can’t believe you’re my special somepony, Anon…”
>You nuzzle your chin into her mane. “I’m very lucky to have you, Sweetie.”
>You share one final kiss before Sweetie Belle closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.
>You lie awake for a while longer, listening to the steady cycle of Sweetie’s breaths and feeling the cadence of her heart.
>48 hours ago, you never would have believed that you’d be sharing such an intimate moment with any pony in this town, and yet here you are, cuddled up with the cutest filly in Ponyville.
>It might not be easy keeping your relationship a secret from the rest of the town, but in this moment, you’re quite certain that it will be worth it.
>You’re about to muse about something else when your train of thought is interrupted. Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see something metallic gleaming outside of the bedroom window.
>You whirl your head around and squint out the window, but you see nothing but the moon.
>It was probably just your tired mind playing tricks on you.
>You hug Sweetie tighter and close your eyes.
>Sleep claims you in a matter of moments. 

>Something is softly shaking you.
>”Anoooooon…”
>More shaking.
>”Come on sleepy head, wake up!”
>You groan and crack one eye open to find that your vision is dominated by Sweetie Belle’s bright, smiling face.
>She starts bouncing excitedly when she realizes you’re awake. “Morning, Anon!”
>You glance out the window. It’s just barely light outside.
>”Urgh…what time is it…?”
>Sweetie giggles. “It’s 5 AM, silly! Time to get up!”
>You weakly raise your head from your pillow and squint over at the clock on the wall to confirm this.
>It’s actually more like 4:45 AM.
>Fucking kid.
>You collapse back onto your pillow. “Mmmnf. Gimme another hour…”
>Sweetie starts shaking you again. “Come on, Anon! Aren’t you going to take me to school?”
>You blink at Sweetie Belle a few times. “School’s not for, like…three and a half hours.”
>She simply cocks her head to the side. “Well yeah, but this is when I always wake up. I have to get ready, Anon!”
>You briefly wonder how a girl who takes her baths in the evening and doesn’t even wear clothes can take over three hours to get ready for school.
>You quickly abandon that line of thought, though. You never understood girls who took forever to get ready on Earth, and your tired, addled mind is certainly in no condition to start comprehending that universal female mystery now.
>With great difficulty, you will yourself to sit up in bed. You stretch out and rub the sleepiness from your eyes.
>Sweetie practically bolts out of bed and thunders down the hallway, eager to start her day.
>With a great yawn, you lethargically follow her to the kitchen.
>Sweetie is waiting eagerly at the kitchen table when you shamble in. “So whatcha got for breakfast, Anon?”
>”Pancakes,” you mutter as you start up your coffee percolator and dump twice the normal amount of grounds into it.
>Sweetie blushes and looks at you pensively. ”I…uhhh…don’t suppose you’d let me help out?”
>“Sure. Grab the iron skillet and the mixing bowl out of the cupboard and turn the burner on the stove to medium.”
>She gasps. “Woah, really? Rarity never lets me cook!”
>You frown. It’s probably fair to assume that Rarity has a good reason for that. You resolve to watch Sweetie very closely.
>Sure enough, Sweetie Belle ends up being downright deadly in the kitchen, but she’s so damn cute that it’s hard to get mad at her. You merely scrape the pancakes off of your ceiling, put out the small fires, and try to teach her to do better.
>The extra-strong coffee you brewed up also helps in preventing you from strangling her.
>By the end, you manage to teach her how to make some fairly decent pancakes.
>You plate the pancakes, taking the ones that are burnt for yourself and covering them in copious amounts of berries and whipped cream.
>Once that’s done, breakfast is served. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you take your first bite of slightly burnt breakfast bliss. You practically shovel the flapjacks into your mouth, and Sweetie does the same.
>In no time at all, your plates are clean. Sweetie sits back in her chair and rubs her tummy with a contented sigh. “You make really good pancakes, Anon!”
>“Hey now, you helped too.”
>She blushes and twirls a lock of her mane with her hoof. “Yeeeah…I know I’m not getting a cutie mark as a breakfast cook anytime soon, but I’m glad you at least me try, Anon. Rarity’s nowhere near as patient as you!”
>You reach over and softly caress her cheek. “Hey, that’s what special someponies are for.”
>You see the hint of a tear forming in the corner of her eye as she stares back at you lovingly. “Thanks, Anon…” 
>Eventually, Sweetie Belle excuses herself to the bathroom to start getting ready for school. You work on cleaning up the tremendous mess left behind by breakfast.
>You’ve just scrubbed the plates clean when Sweetie emerges, looking nonplussed. “So Anon…I just realized I don’t have my toothbrush, my mane brush, or any of the products I use to style my mane. We may need to head back to Rarity’s.”
>You frown. “Hm. I guess we really didn’t think that part through.”
>“Yeah...”
>A mischievous grin crosses your face. ”Honestly, I needed to swing by Rarity’s anyways. We’ve gotta get a note from her that you can give to Cheerilee. Wouldn’t want your teacher thinking I’m performing depraved sex acts on you or anything…”
>Sweetie snickers and playfully nuzzles your thigh. “Oh my, I wonder where she would even get such a crazy idea!”
>You tousle her mane. “Not a clue, Sweets. Regardless, I guess I’m ready to head out if you are.”
>Sweetie answers in the affirmative and the two of you set off on the short trip to the Carousel Boutique.
>You pound on the door, and Rarity answers in short order, still clad in her nightgown and hovering a large mug of coffee in her magical field.
>She laughs smugly. ”Ahhh, good morning, Sweetie Belle. I was wondering when you were going to realize that all of your toiletries were still here. And good morning to you as well, Anon!”
>Rarity cracks open the door and Sweetie steps inside, nuzzling happily against her sister’s chest. “Morning, Rarity…”
>You opt to simply wave. “Mornin’, Rares.”
>Rarity coos tenderly and returns Sweetie Belle’s nuzzles. “So did you two have a nice evening?”
>Sweetie nods vigorously. “Yeah, it was great! Anon made dinner and then we…uhhh…played games and stuff.”
>Rarity rolls her eyes. “Sweetie, it’s alright. I know about you and Anon.”
>Sweetie looks up at her sister in shock. “Y-you do?”
>She simply nods. “Mmmhmmm. I think it’s adorable that you’ve found such a nice special somepony!”
>Sweetie Belle breathes a huge sigh of relief. “Oh, well then. I’m really glad I don’t have to try and keep that a secret from you, Rarity.”
>Rarity giggles. “Of course not, Sweetie Belle. Now, I think somepony’s running a bit late. Shouldn’t you be brushing your teeth?”
>One glance at the clock on the wall seemingly confirms this. Sweetie gasps and shoots up the stairs to her bathroom.
>Once she’s gone, Rarity turns to you. “So how did everything go?”
>You shrug. “It went pretty well. You need to send a note to Cheerilee authorizing me to pick Sweetie up in the future, though. I had to do quite a song and dance yesterday to convince her to let me take her home.”
>Gem horse facehoofs. “Oh, of course! I am such an airhead sometimes. My apologies for that oversight, darling, I’ll get a note written up right away. How was Sweetie Belle? Did she give you any trouble?”
>You shake your head. “No way! I loved having her around.”
>Rara grins lasciviously at you. “Oh, I bet you did~”
>You blush and rub the back of your neck. “Hey now, it wasn’t just because of that. She’s a really awesome filly.”
>Rarity nods sagely. “She is indeed, and I’m glad that you realize it. It’s a big part of why I am supportive of your…unorthodox arrangement.”
>”Why are you so cool with this, anyways?” 
>Rarity gives you a contemplative look as she deliberates how she wants to phrase her response. “Hmmm, well…I suppose it’s because I see a lot of myself in Sweetie Belle.”
>“What do you mean?”
>She sighs wistfully. “I remember what it was like being her age. Discovering so many new things about one’s self, and one’s body. And of course, there was also the matter of discovering the opposite sex…”
>She purses her lips. “I…made some poor choices. Some of the colts I fell in with were young and stupid like me. We made tons of mistakes together. Others were more…malicious.”
>You grimace. “I…I see.”
>Rarity smiles delicately at you. “You have a good heart, Anon. Sweetie is precious to me, and I can tell that she’s precious to you as well. Furthermore, you have the capacity to protect her, to care for her, and to teach her what she needs to know about grown-up relationships. I know that society may look down on such an arrangement, but I really can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have guiding Sweetie as she takes her first steps into this new world of love.”
>Rarity’s words fill you with pride. You’re smiling like a big, goofy idiot.
>She gives you a wink. “Of course, there was also the fact that you have access to extremely rare star sapphires…”
>You groan. “How many do you want for next time?”
>Rarity simply waves you off. “Oh, I think I have enough for now. My brooch and tiara are absolutely lovely, and I dare not risk overusing such an incredible gem in my ensemble. For now, I think I will be satisfied with a solemn promise that you will always protect my sister and strive to do what’s best for her. Sound like a deal?”
>You shake Rarity’s hoof without hesitation. After all, you planned on doing that for Sweetie Belle anyways. “Sounds like a great deal, Rarara.”
>Rarity squeezes your hand tight. “I’m glad, Anon. Now, you should probably go say goodbye to Sweetie Belle. She’s running late and we’re going to have to practically dash out the door once she’s ready to go.”
>You nod and make your way upstairs. You knock gently on Sweetie’s bathroom door.
>”Come in!”
>You step inside to find Sweetie teasing the curls in her mane into just the right shape. She blushes in embarrassment as you enter. “Hey, Anon.,what do you need? My mane’s not quite ready yet…”
>You kneel down to her level and wrap an arm around her. “Actually, I was just about to leave.”
>Sweetie pouts. “Awwww. Do you have to?”
>You nod. “Yeah, you’re running late as is. You don’t need me getting in the way.”
>She smiles softly. “Well…okay. I’ll see you again soon, right?”
>”Of course, Sweetie.”
>You stare into her eyes for a moment before leaning in to gently kiss her.
>She sighs contentedly and returns your kiss for a few seconds before pulling away. “Bye for now, Anon.”
>”Bye for now, Sweetie Belle.”
>You make your way out of the Carousel Boutique and glide down the streets of Ponyville.
>It almost feels like you’re flying. You’ve got an adorable little lover, and now you don’t even have to worry about her sister bankrupting you.
>Nothing’s going to bring you down today!
>”Hey, you’re Anon, right?”
>You look down to find a grayish filly with big glasses and a spoon on her ass staring up at you.
>”Why yes I am!”
>The filly chuckles and reaches into her saddlebag. “Great! I’ve got something for you.”
>You raise your eyebrows in confusion as the filly deposits a small envelope in your hand and then runs off.
>You rip it open.
>The moment you do, all of the joy is immediately drained from you, and you begin to shake in shock and fear.
>Inside the envelope is a small slip of paper, and written on the paper in bright red ink are two simple, terrifying words:
==I KNOW==

>Your knees begin to quake and buckle.
>By the time you think to look up and see where the gray filly ran off to, she’s long gone.
>You read those two horrible words over and over again. They’re maddeningly cryptic. You turn the paper over in your hands to try and find any other clues as to who sent this.
>Sure enough, you find some much smaller writing on the back of the paper. It’s in that same damned red ink.
==Monkshood Lake, 4 PM==
==COME ALONE==
>You fold up the paper and slip it into your pocket.
>You’re pretty sure you know the lake the note is referring to. It’s a 15 minute walk outside of town, nestled in the foothills to the north.
>Ponies are starting to stare. You need to get moving again. Your legs start ambling mechanically towards your home.
>You still feel like you’re floating, but this time, it’s out of shock, not bliss.
>However, as you near your home, the shock and numbness begins to fade.
>Soon, you’re slamming the door to your house shut behind you.
>Once you’re alone, you cry out in unbridled fury and punch a hole in the wall. You want to hurt something. You want to utterly destroy something.
>How dare they?
>The universe finally sees fit to give you something truly good, and this unknown asshole has the audacity to ruin everything with what you can only assume is some sort of malicious blackmail.
>You hate whoever is doing this. You’re not sure if the little filly who handed you the note is the one behind it or simply a messenger, but you hate her, too. You hate that bitch Rarity for dangling her sister in front of you for profit. You hate the dumbshit scientists who managed to get you stranded in this godawful horse dimension.
>But none of them are truly to blame, are they?
>You collapse onto your couch. Throwing a tantrum is exhausting, and you are struck with the realization that it’s more than a little stupid.
>After all, no one forced you to sign up as a test subject in a physics lab. You could have found some other crappy job. No one forced you to take Rarity up on her offer. Hell, she was even offering herself up if you didn’t want Sweetie Belle.
>You were the one who chose to fuck an underage filly. You knew full well it was illegal. You understood the tremendous risk you were taking.
>The decision was yours and yours alone.
>And now, after only two days of happiness, the time has already come to pay.
>You sigh and pull the note out of your pocket, idly reading over both sides of it again and again.
>You’re not really sure what you expect to find. The note is simple enough. You fucked up, and so now you’ll go to Monkshood Lake at 4PM, and you’ll meet with this mystery pony. 
>You have no other choice. 
>After a long, nervous day of moping around the house, you finally leave for your meeting with your extortionist. 
>The dusty path up to the lake makes for a pretty easy hike, and as you crest the final foothill before the lake, you’re very stricken with the panorama that spreads out before you.
>Monkshood Lake itself is placid and crystal-clear, and it is surrounded by a wind-swept field positively riddled with the bright blue, bell-shaped flowers for which it is named. A walking path and several park benches are situated around the perimeter of the lake, and a couple dozen ponies are present to fish, jog around the lake, or just take in the scenery.
>You descend upon the beautiful lake and start circling around it, scanning for any ponies that seem to be waiting for someone.
>Your search rapidly comes to an end when you spot the glasses-wearing filly from this morning having a picnic with another filly in a somewhat secluded grove of willows off the beaten path. She notices you and waves you over.
>The filly she’s with looks familiar, as well. As you draw closer and get a better look at her, you gasp.
>It’s the same filly with the tiara that was smiling at you yesterday in the schoolyard.
>In fact, she gives you that very same monstrous grin as you draw near, and her voice is sickeningly sarcastic and saccharine. “Why hello there, Anon! What brings you to Monkshood Lake? Please, have a seat and join us!”
>You cross your arms and glare at her. “So it was you!”
>She and her partner in crime glance at each other and titter obnoxiously. The pink filly narrows her eyes at you. “Maybe you misunderstood. When I ask you to take a seat, you do it. Now sit.”
>This is absurd! You won’t be ordered around like this, and certainly not by a filly. You stand your ground and stare at her, maintaining a cool and stony silence.
>The pink one with the tiara just raises an eyebrow at you. “That’s really how you’re going to play this? If you think you’re intimidating, you’re not.”
>The gray one chuckles. “Hey, maybe he wants to go to prison! My daddy says the rats down in the Canterlot Dungeon are the size of bulldogs. Are you a fan of rats, Mr. Anon? Is that why you’re being so rude?”
>The pink filly laughs and turns away from you. “Maybe he is! Who knows. All I know is that we’ve got one very rude human to report to the police once our picnic is over…”
>You groan in frustration. They’ve got you by the balls and you and they both know it. You reluctantly shuffle over and have a seat on the picnic blanket.
>The fillies both giggle at you.
>The pinkish one mockingly bows her head to you in an overly-formal greeting. “How nice of you to join us for our lovely picnic! I know we’re all eager to get down to business, but I think some introductions are in order first.”
>She points at her bespectacled companion. “First off, that is Silver Spoon. I believe you already had the pleasure of meeting her this morning, didn’t you?”
>You snarl. “Yes, although our meeting was rather brief. She simply delivered your treacherous blackmail and ran off.”
>Silver Spoon clutches her hooves to her chest and gives you an utterly insincere look. “I’m very sorry about that, Anon! I had to get to class, like a good young filly should. But I’m sure you know all about young fillies, don’t you?”
>The one in the tiara laughs loudly. “He sure does, Silver Spoon. Now, allow me to introduce myself to him.”
>She leans in close to you, a sinister grin contorting her childlike features into something grotesque. “My name is Diamond Tiara, and from this moment on, you belong to me.” 
>Damn, this kid is scary. You try to keep a level head, nonetheless. “That’s all very nice, but I’m afraid that without evidence, you don’t have a leg to stand on.”
>Disconcertingly, this doesn’t seem to faze Diamond Tiara in the slightest. “Evidence, hmmm? Silver Spoon, if you would…?”
>Silver Spoon reaches into the picnic basket and pulls out a file folder, which she gleefully slides over to you.
>You open it up and despair.
>Inside is an extensive collection of pictures of you and Sweetie Belle last night, seemingly taken from outside your windows.
>Your bathroom doesn’t have windows, so there’s no actual sex on film, but they did manage to catch you making out with Sweetie on the couch and snuggling her in bed.
>You have no plausible deniability, either. Your tongue is clearly in Sweetie’s mouth in a few of the pictures, and you’re groping her ass and sporting a visible erection in a few of the others. There is absolutely no way you could pass the pictures off as platonic.
>Your hands are shaking so much that the folder eventually falls out of them. “You…you bitches. I knew I saw something at my window last night…”
>Diamond Tiara cackles. “Are you sure it’s smart to call us such mean names, Anon? We’re not sick perverts who have sex with innocent little fillies, after all…”
>Your hands are clenched in fists of rage, but manage to take a deep breath and calm yourself. “Fine. I’ll cooperate. Just please, keep Sweetie Belle out of this…”
>The girls glance at each other before breaking out in hysterical laughter.
>You go pale. “Oh no, not Sweetie…”
>Silver Spoon nods her head. “Oh yes. Your special somepony belongs to us too. It was touching, really. Once we showed her the pictures, she gave in right away in order to protect you!”
>Diamond Tiara rubs her chin. “You know, she really was a good fillyfriend to you, Anon. She didn’t fight us or say mean things or do anything that could endanger you. It makes me wonder why you’ve been so rude to us. Is it possible that you don’t care about Sweetie Belle as much as she cares about you?”
>Your breath is ragged with barely contained rage. The girls just laugh at your obvious discomfort.
>You take several deep breaths. “Just…what do you want from me?”
>Diamond Tiara cackles triumphantly. “Ohhhh, just a few small favors from time to time. We’ll be in contact with you when we think of some task we could use a perverted human for.”
>You rise to your feet, eager to get out of this as quickly as possible. “Is that all then?”
>Diamond Tiara grabs your pantleg. “Not so fast, Anon. Silver Spoon, do you have anything you’d like from Anon right now?”
>Silver Spoon claps her hooves together excitedly. “Why yes I do!”
>You sigh. “What do you want?”
>Silver Spoon bears her teeth in a cruel, cruel grin. “Dance, monkey.”
>”W-what? Seriously?”
>Diamond Tiara starts rolling around on the ground laughing. Silver Spoon simply stamps her hoof. “I SAID DANCE, MONKEY!”
>You know better than to question them any further. 
>You take a quick look around to make sure no one else is watching, swallow what’s left of your pride, and start doing a clumsy little jig, shuffling your feet and waving your arms around to an imaginary rhythm.
>Silver Spoon joins Diamond Tiara in laughing hysterically at you.
>”Sweet Celestia, look at him! Look at him flail his arms! It’s so weird!”
>”This is amazing! You should make him dance every time, Silver Spoon!”
>You can feel more sets of eyes on your back. Other ponies are starting to notice, and they’re starting to laugh, too.
>Your cheeks are burning so much that it’s actually painful. You have never been this humiliated in your entire life.
>Diamond Tiara wipes the tears from her eyes and manages to suppress her laughter long enough to speak. “O-okay, that’s enough. Get out of our sight and let us enjoy our picnic.”
>You don’t need to be told twice. You sprint away from Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, trying to ignore the other ponies who laugh at you as you go.
>All you know is that you need to get home as quickly as possible and lock yourself away for a good, long time.
>The maniacal laughter of those two little demons haunts you all the way home. 

>You spend the rest of the evening at home, trying to live the humiliation you just suffered at the hands of two school-age girls.
>It’s not really the ideal way to spend a Friday night.
>You eventually doze off, only to be woken early the next morning by somebody pounding on your front door.
>You stagger out of bed and make trudge towards the door, grumbling resentfully at whoever dares to wake you up this damn early.
>You fling open the door to find Sweetie Belle standing on your doorstep.
>She looks awful. Her mane is a mess, her eyes are red and swollen, and her cheeks are stained with more than a few tears.
>Even worse, she seems to be struggling to carry the burden of a pair of overstuffed adult-sized saddlebags. Her poor legs are shaking and buckling under the weight, her face is flushed with exertion, and she’s panting in exhaustion.
>She tries her best to give you a smile. “H-hey Anon. Can we talk?”
>You open the door wide and beckon her in. “Sweetie, get inside and put those bags down right away. What in Equestria are you carrying in them?”
>Sweetie staggers in and drops her saddlebags on the floor with a loud thunk. She breathes a sigh of relief as she’s freed from her heavy load, but she still looks pensive and fearful.
>You clear your throat to draw her attention and kneel down to be at her level. “Sweetie, what’s in the bags?”
>She scratches nervously at the floor with her hoof. “Well…I just went over to Diamond Tiara’s house, and…and…” She bursts into tears and leaps into your arms, soaking your shoulder with hot tears. “And she knows about us, Anon! She took pictures of us! She showed me them yesterday, and now…now she’s using them to make me do all of her homework for the rest of the school year!”
>That explains what’s in the bags.
>Despite your growing rage, you coo softly and wrap Sweetie in a tender hug, slowly running your hand through her mane to comfort her. As much as you want to kick Diamond Tiara’s teeth in, caring for your fillyfriend is infinitely more important right now.
>Sweetie sobs loudly into your shoulder. You nuzzle your chin into her mane and hold her tight. “I know, Sweetie. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon approached me yesterday. They’re blackmailing both of us, but we’re gonna be okay. It’s all gonna be okay…”
>Sweetie pulls away and looks up into your eyes. “Anon, what are we gonna do?”
>You sigh. “We’ve got no choice but to do what they say for now. We’ll get through this together, Sweetie.”
>She wipes the tears from her puffy eyes. “So you’ll help with the homework?”
>You glance over at the stuffed to the brim with papers and books and nod grimly. “Of course, Sweetie. Like I said, we’re gonna make it through together. In fact, if Rarity’s okay with it, we can start working on it today!”
>Sweetie sniffles and nods. “Yeah, she said I could spend the weekend with you if you were okay with it. I packed my toothbrush and my shampoo and everything this time!”
>The prospect of being with Sweetie for the whole weekend immediately brightens up your day. “I would love for you to stay over, Sweetie. I bet we can make a big dent in that homework if we try. But first…did you get any sleep last night?”
>Sweetie grimaces and shakes her head. “Not really. I was so stressed out and nervous…”
>That’s pretty much what you figured.
>You slide an arm beneath her butt and pick her up, rising to your feet as she yelps in surprise and clings to you. You lean in and kiss her softly. “Alright, then. Let’s go take a nap before we start in on the homework.”
>Sweetie sighs happily and rests her tired head on your shoulder. “That sounds wonderful…”
>After making sure all the blinds in the house are closed, you carry Sweetie to bed and snuggle up, holding her close as she snuggles her face into your chest. You tenderly run a hand up and down her back, feeling her tension and worries practically melt away under your touch.
>The tired little filly in your arms passes out almost immediately. You watch her for a little while, marveling at how beautiful she is even when she’s a frazzled mess.
>Eventually your eyes get heavy. The warm pony in your arms is so soothing, and it’s still a few hours before you would normally wake up anyways.
>It’s not long at all before you join Sweetie Belle in restful sleep. 
>You awaken at the crack of noon. Sweetie Belle is still holding you tight and sleeping like an angel.
>You carefully disentangle yourself from her and slide out of bed, trying your best not to wake up your bedmate, who you figure still needs a few more hours.
>She whimpers and whines softly when she can no longer feel you next to her, but otherwise stays unconscious.
>Poor thing.
>You force yourself to march out of the room. You’ll develop diabetes for sure if you keep looking at Sweetie’s adorable sleeping form.
>You take a piss, grab a mug of beer and a bag of potato chips, lug Sweetie’s heavy saddlebags over to the coffee table, and sit down on the couch.
>You reach into one of the bags and pull out the first book you touch. It’s a thick, heavy, hardbound textbook.
>The whimsical lettering on its cover states that this is Adventures in Algebra by Dr. Asymptote of the Canterlot Institute of Technology. It bears nonsensical pictures of ponies rock climbing, skiing, and kayaking on its cover.
>In other words, it’s just as lame as the textbooks you remember on Earth. You take some perverse pleasure in knowing that stupid textbooks are apparently a universal constant. At least it means that children across all dimensions are suffering just as you did.
>Still, it’s just algebra. You’re pretty confident you can handle that.
>You crack open the book and find the syllabus for the semester tucked between the cover and the first page. You feel around in Sweetie’s saddlebags for a pencil and some paper, figure out which assignment will be due next, and get started.
>It’s about a simple as you expected. The worst you really have to do is divide fractions, and that’s super easy once you skim over the textbook’s explanation to refresh your memory.
>What’s harder is copying Diamond Tiara’s mouthwriting. A few of her previous assignments lie between the pages of the book, so you at least have a good reference. The problem is that her fancy, overcomplicated, flowing script requires a shitload of work to copy effectively. You spend more time figuring out how to write out your answers than you do figuring out the answers themselves.
>Soon, however, you fall into a steady rhythm and the assignments start falling away.
>You’ve got almost a month’s worth of math homework done when you hear small hooves clopping down your hallway
>Sweetie steps out into the living room, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
>You smile sweetly at her. “Hey there, hon. Did you sleep well?”
>She nods happily. “You have no idea…I’m not sure how I can ever go back to sleeping without you!”
>You chuckle bashfully. “Awww, that’s really sweet…”
>She hops up onto the couch and snuggles up at your side. “It’s true…”
>You wrap an arm around her and pull her close. “Well, once you get a bit older, you’ll be able to spend every night with me, I promise.”
>Sweetie’s eyes go wide with wonder and excitement. “S-so…does that mean you’ll…you’ll marry me, Anon?”
>You just about choke on the potato chip you were eating. 
>After you get over your coughing fit, you laugh nervously and pet Sweetie’s mane. “Now Sweetie, we haven’t even been together for a week! You’re a wonderful filly and all, but…don’t you think it’s a little soon to be talking about that?”
>You can practically see Sweetie Belle deflating before your eyes. “Oh. Ummm, yeah, I guess it is kinda soon. Sorry to bring it up, Anon. I didn’t mean to scare you or anything.”
>You sigh deeply. It is physically painful to see Sweetie sad. She’s like a hurt puppy times a thousand.
>You lean down and kiss the crown of her head. “Listen, Sweetie. It’s going to be a few more years before you’re old enough to get married. You’re going to grow into a beautiful young mare, and just like your body is going to change, so too will the things you consider important in your life. It’s simply too soon to start making big plans for the future like that, because we just can’t be sure what the future will be like. Do you understand?”
>Sweetie looks up at you, her soulful green eyes piercing you to your core. “I guess so, Anon. But I just can’t imagine ever liking anypony more than I like you…”
>You ruffle her mane. “Tell you what, then. If you still feel that way when you’re old enough, I’ll be happy to take your hoof in marriage. Sound like a plan?”
>Sweetie Belle squeals in delight and hugs you as tight as she can. “Sounds like the best plan ever!” 
>You share a few lovely moments hugging, nuzzling, and kissing before Sweetie pulls away. “So uhhh, I guess we should probably get started on that homework, huh?”
>You roll your eyes sarcastically. “Hey, I was going at a really good pace before you barged in and proposed to me. “
>Sweetie sticks her tongue out at you.
>You shuffle a few of the papers around. “But yeah, I’ve got four weeks worth of algebra homework done.”
>Sweetie raises her eyebrows. “Woah, that quick? Do you think you did a good job?”
>You nod. “Yeah, it was pretty easy.”
>”Well good, because Diamond Tiara told me that if she gets below a C- on anything, she’s going to the police with the pictures. Silver Spoon is also going to be looking over everything to make sure we don’t try to write something nasty. Just in case you were thinking about doing that…”
>You have to admit that having “Diamond Tiara” write some unflattering things about Cheerilee or maybe even Celestia had occurred to you. Guess that’s out of the question.
>You sigh. “Alright then, I’ll double-check my work real quick, but after that, I think we’ll be done with math homework for a while. What else is there to do?”
>Sweetie scratches her chin. “Well, I really wasn’t looking forward to writing her book report. Think you could help with that?”
>You smile devilishly as a wonderful idea for passive aggressively striking back at Diamond Tiara comes to mind. “I think I could, Sweetie Belle. Tell me, have I ever told you the story of a book by Steven King called Carrie?” 
>The book report, when finished, is a work of art.
>”…and so that is why I believe that Carrie by Steven King is one of the finest examples of horror literature from the home world of our local human, Anonymous. Carrie’s struggles with bullying, and the horrible deaths endured by her tormentors as a result, remind us that we should strive to be kind to everypony, especially those who may not be as cool or popular as us.”
>Sweetie finishes reading out the last sentence and starts rolling around on the couch, laughing her lungs out. “Anon, this…this is perfect! She’s going to have to read that in front of the whole class!”
>You swell with pride. It really is some of your finest work to date.
>Once she’s calmed down a bit, Sweetie climbs into your lap and pecks you on the cheek. “You’re really amazing, Anon. I’m so glad you’re helping with all this!”
>You grimace and avert your eyes in shame. “Yeah, well, if I had been smarter, we wouldn’t be in this position in the first place…”
>Sweetie places a hoof on your shoulder. “It’s not your fault that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are awful ponies. For what it’s worth, I don’t blame you one bit, and I don’t regret anything we’ve done…”
>You finally dare to meet Sweetie’s gaze. There is nothing but loving sincerity in those big green eyes, and it instantly annihilates your self-pity. You smile weakly and caress her cheek. “Thanks, Sweetie. I think you’re really amazing, too.”
>She blushes brightly and nuzzles against your hand. After a few moments, you’re taken by surprise when she shoots you a sultry look that is anything but innocent. “So, ummm…I think maybe we should take a break. I could definitely use some relaxation after writing out that book report…”
>You chuckle darkly. “Why, I think that’s a fine idea. In fact, I think I could even help you relax, if you’d be interested in such a thing.”
>Sweetie bites her lip and nods vigorously. “Y-yes. I want that very much, Anon.”
>You nibble on her ear and slide both hands down her back, cupping her bottom with them and giving it a nice squeeze. “Horny little thing…”
>She moans softly and grinds against your leg. She’s already soaking wet. “Please, Anon. I’ve been wanting it all day…”
>”Is that so…?”
>She whimpers needily and nods.
>You throw her down onto the sofa and leap on top of her in an instant, smiling mischievously as you pin her back down against the couch. “Well then, I suppose I shouldn’t keep you waiting any longer…” 
>You lean forward and kiss Sweetie passionately. She groans into your mouth and returns your kiss with just as much fire. However, you quickly break away and begin moving downwards.
>First you kiss and lick all over her neck, then it’s down her chest. You stop to give some extra loving to her cute little belly, but soon you’re moving down even further.
>Sweetie giggles. “Anon, what are you doing, silly? Why are you kissing all the way down thereooooahhHHhHHhHhH!”
>Your lover lets out a squeaky cry as you delicately run your tongue up her nether lips, brushing it against her sensitive clitoris just as it happens to wink out.
>You take another lick, and then another, pressing harder each time.  Sweetie Belle really does taste like sugar cookies, and the pheromone-laced smell and taste of her tight little cunt is driving you wild.
>You can hear Sweetie panting raggedly. Her hind legs are already shaking with pleasure. She puts a hoof against the back of your head and presses you in further. “Oh Celestia, Anon, don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
>You wouldn’t dream of it. You roughly lick up the length of Sweetie Belle’s pussy, and the next time her clit protrudes out, you catch it between your lips, suckling and teasing it with your tongue.
>She moans loudly and rewards you with a large flow of sweet, sweet juices, which you are all too happy to lap up.
>You need more.
>You press the tip of your tongue against Sweetie’s entrance and gently push, sliding her lips apart and spearing your tongue deep inside of her. You wriggle and writhe against her spongy, convulsing walls, eagerly licking them clean of the ambrosia flowing out of her.
>Sweetie’s crying out in pure ecstasy now, pressing against the back of your head with both hooves to keep you right where you are and bucking her hips against your face so hard that you’re actually a little concerned she’ll break your nose.
>Regardless, you soldier on, plunging deep into Sweetie’s depths and making sure that every nook and cranny knows the feeling of your rough tongue massaging it.
>The pulsating clenches of her pussy are getting more frequent now, and she’s practically leaking a river of her juices into your mouth as she pants and gasps desperately.
>Time to finish her off.
>You withdraw your tongue and immediately replace it with your index finger, which you slip in and begin vigorously massaging against the roof of her pussy. You concurrently flick your tongue out and commence a heavy assault on her love button, suckling, teasing, and rolling your tongue all around it.
>Sweetie’s rear leg is shaking wildly. Her back is arched and her chest is heaving as she takes rapid, shallow breaths and screams out your name in an increasingly high pitch.
>You slam your finger deep inside her and suck hard on her clitoris.
>That’s all she can take. Her lower half convulses wildly and she sprays your face with a thick spurt of her juices as she sings out in pure bliss. You keep licking madly, dead set on tasting every delicious drop of this filly’s excitement.
>After several long moments in heaven, your little angel starts to come back down to earth. You slow up your licking and eventually come to a stop, resting your head against her thigh.
>Sweetie weakly raises her head and looks down at you. “Anon…your tongue…that was so good…”
>You chuckle and give her lower lips one last perverse kiss before trailing soft pecks back up her body and then kissing her tenderly, letting her taste her own excitement on her lips.
>She must enjoy it as much as you do, because she moans lowly and wraps her hooves around you, holding you in the kiss for a good long time.
>When she finally breaks it, she stares up at you with a playful glimmer in her eye. “That’s quite a way to help me relax, Anon…”
>You smile and run a hand through her silky mane. “Glad you enjoyed, Sweetie.”
>She grins. “I just realized, though, that you’ve been working even longer than I have! Is there anything I can do to help you unwind…?”
>You fucking love this filly. 
>You get off of Sweetie Belle and lean back the other way, resting your back against the arm of the sofa. You give her a sultry look. “Well, I suppose I can think of one thing you could do…”
>Sweetie rises to her haunches and licks her lips in anticipation as you slide your pants and underwear off. Your rigid cock springs to full attention when you finally release it from its cloth prison.
>Your special somepony blushes brightly and obediently crawls between your legs. She lies down on her stomach and starts lovingly nuzzling your member with her cheek, inhaling deeply as she takes in its scent. “I missed this so much last night, Anon…”
>You chuckle. “It missed you too…”
>Sweetie stares up at you lovingly as she flicks her tongue out and drags it up the entire length of your cock.
>You shudder in delight.
>Sweetie smiles and continues her slow, teasing licks along the your length, planting playful kisses on your tip after each languid stroke of her soft tongue.
>Once your entire shaft is bathed in a thin layer of her spit, she takes it between her forehooves and softly jerks you as she slides down and buries her muzzle in your balls.
>You groan loudly as she sucks one of your jewels between her lips and begins suckling on it and twirling her tongue around it.
>She gives the other nut the same treatment as she teases your sensitive head with her soft underhooves.
>You pant lustily and release a small trickle of pre on her hoof. Sweetie moans softly and lets your ball out of her mouth with a wet pop before once again running her tongue firmly along the underside of your member. Once she reaches the tip, she pulls away and daintily licks your pre off of her hoof, shooting you a devastatingly naughty look as she does.
>”You taste so good, Anon…”
>You caress her cheek. “Sweetie, y-you’re really good at this…”
>She blushes brightly and giggles. “Wellllll…I might have had a little chat with Rarity about you last night, and she might have given me a few pointers on how to please a stallion…”
>You make a mental note to give Rarity enough star sapphires to bedazzle her entire goddamn house.
>Knowing that Sweetie’s gotten some training allows you to simply lie back, relax, and enjoy. “Well, you’re doing a wonderful job so far. Keep it up…” 
>Sweetie squees joyfully and returns to her work, circling her tongue teasingly around your head for a few moments before leaning in and gently enveloping it in her lips.
>Your back arches involuntarily and you gasp as her soft lips begin suckling you.
>She pumps your shaft with her hoof as her tongue and lips bathe your point in hot, slick pleasure.
>You gently place a hand on the back of her head. She gets the message and begins sliding down, taking more and more of you into her mouth as her long, dexterous horse tongue teases you all over.
>You reach the back of her throat and she gags softly before quickly riding up and then plunging back down on your cock.
>You’re already panting softly by the time she starts moving. Her lips and tongue work in perfect tandem to please every inch as she steadily blows you, never once breaking eye contact.
>You can’t help but buck your hips in rhythm with her bobbing, using your hands on the back of her head to dictate an ever-increasing pace.
>Your dick is leaking a steady stream of pre by now, and Sweetie moans like a slut each time she tastes it.
>It’s too much. She’s a natural at this, and there’s no way you can last for long.
>You press urgently on her head, begging her to go faster. She obliges, causing the lewd moans and slurping sounds she’s emitting to increase tantalizingly.
>Every movement drives you wild. Your cock is becoming ultra-sensitive, and her tongue is mercilessly pleasuring the throbbing tip.
>”Sweetie…gonna…I’m gonna…!”
>She pulls away from you, releasing your member from her mouth and immediately starting to stroke it wildly with her hooves. She opens wide and waits for her reward.
>You gratify her almost instantly. You cry out as an intense climax rocks your entire frame and you launch the first, violent jet of cum all the way onto her forehead.
>Sweetie closes her eyes and groans in delight as you paint her face and her waiting tongue with blast after blast of your seed.
>Eventually, the last glob leaks lamely out and your tense body collapses back against the sofa.
>Sweetie opens her eyes and gulps down the cum you deposited on her tongue with a soft moan.
>You softly stroke her mane as you grin giddily at her. “Oh Sweetie, you did amazing…what do you think of the taste?”
>She smacks her lips. “Hmmm…salty and kinda bitter.”
>You chuckle. “Yeah, the beer will do that to you.”
>She smiles and licks a few more globs from your deflating cock. “I kinda like it, though. I think I could get used to it real quick!”
>You sigh blissfully. “I’m glad…”
>She giggles and blushes. “I ummm…also really like how it feels on my face. Do you think I look pretty like this?”
>She gives you a hopeful, innocent smile and that makes the fact that her face is dripping with your cum about a thousand times sexier than it already is.
>You pat her head. “You are always pretty, Sweetie. But yes, I think you look extremely pretty and sexy like that…”
>She squees joyfully at your approval.
>You motion towards the bathroom with your chin. “Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll go grab us some takeout for dinner. How does Chineighse sound?”
>Her eyes go wide with excitement. “Oooh! Can I get some wontons to go with it?”
>”You can get whatever you like, darling…”
>Sweetie cheers loudly and rushes off to the bathroom.
>You simply lie back for a few moments and bask in the blissful afterglow.
>Doing Diamond Tiara’s homework sucks, but if the breaks you take are always going to be this nice, you can hardly complain… 

>You and Sweetie stay up into the wee hours of the morning plowing through Diamond Tiara’s homework. It’s tedious work made tolerable by Sweetie’s company, and also by the fact that you take several additional “breaks” over the course of the night that are just as fun as the first one.
>By the time Sweetie passes out from utter exhaustion, you’re proud to say that you’ve managed to get at least two weeks’ worth of work done in every subject, and have also set your innocent little fillyfriend well on her way to becoming a cock-hungry slut.
>It was a productive day, to say the least.
>You carry Sweetie’s limp form to bed and settle in, holding her close as you drift off.
>…
>You are lost.
>The sand beneath your feet radiates smoldering heat and scorches your bleeding heels, and the merciless sun is beating down on you like a drunken stepfather.
>The barren landscape contains nothing but mountainous dunes of sand as far as you can see.
>Your throat and mouth are so very dry. You scrape your tongue with your teeth to try and eke out even the tiniest bit of saliva to swallow and relieve your parched throat, but you don’t get a single drop..
>Even the wind does nothing to cool you down. It’s burning hot and carries with it tiny particles of sand that sting your eyes and flay the flesh from your bones.
>You’re going to die here.
>Yet still, you walk on.
>Every murderously steep dune you scale bears an unsteady slip face of loose sand on its other side. One false step sends you tumbling down in a burning avalanche, and as you become more and more exhausted, your false steps become increasingly common.
>Your legs scream out in agony and go numb, yet still you continue with your Sisyphean trek.
>Crawl up the dune, tumble down. Crawl up the next dune, tumble down.
>You lose all sense of time. There is only you, the shifting sands, and the tyrannical sun above.
>You scale a particularly large dune. You take the first step down its other face and it immediately gives way, sending you crashing down and filling your mouth, nose, and ears with sand.
>You come to a halt at its base.
>You can’t go on. You can’t even get back on your feet.
>Here is where it ends.
>Your eyes are losing focus, but you will yourself to take one last glimpse of the world before you die.
>You see green.
>You rub your eyes. You must be hallucinating.
>However, several more rubs of your eyes serve only to bring the oasis before you into focus.
>Its calm waters are the purest blue you have ever seen, and it’s surrounded by lush palm trees, tall grass, and bushes bearing succulent berries.
>It’s so beautiful that you could cry…if there was any water left in your body, that is.
>Your parched throat squeaks out a jubilant exultation, and you summon some previously hidden reserve of strength to pull yourself back onto your hands and knees.
>You crawl the rest of the way to the oasis. The grass is cool and soothing beneath your hands.
>You reach the waters. You cup your hands, dip them in to ice-cold pool, and bring the waters of life to your mouth.
>You slurp the water down greedily. It is cool, crisp, and ever so slightly sweet. You have never, ever tasted anything so delicious in your entire life. You take another sip, and then another, crying out in pure ecstasy.
>That is when you notice something strange.
>The waters seem less pure. They’re muddier and darker…
>Did you do that?
>You dip a hand into the water, and watch in horror as a nasty black fog seems to radiate away from your fingers.
>In the five or so seconds you keep it down, your hand somehow manages to noticeably pollute the large pool, turning it an even darker shade. 
>You nervously bite your lip. Something deep inside of you tells you that what you’re doing to the oasis is awful, but it tastes so sweet. You need more water if you’re going to live…
>Maybe just a few more drinks.
>You quickly take them, but are unsatisfied.
>You need more.
>You drink deeply, again and again. This water is the sweetest you’ve ever tasted. You can’t stop now.
>The pool gets steadily darker. You don’t care. You need more. You’re not even thirsty, but you need more.
>The sweetness of the pool begins to sour as your filth permeates it.
>Yet still you drink.
>The plants around the oasis begin to wither away.
>Yet still you drink.
>Soon, the pool is so black that you can no longer see your reflection in it.
>Yet still you drink.
>You can’t stop.
>The water is sour and filled with nasty sediment. You wish you could stop, but some invisible force is holding you, forcing you to drink and drink and drink.
>You lean out further and dip your entire head in, swallowing entire mouthfuls at a time.
>It’s still not enough.
>You dip your head deeper and deeper until eventually, the inevitable happens.
>You lose your balance and fall into the disgusting swamp. You try to swim, but no matter how hard you struggle, you keep sinking.
>Then, you see her.
>In the darkest depths of the black pool, Sweetie Belle’s limp body floats aimlessly. She bears a serene look on her porcelain face, and her mane and tail flow gently with the shifting currents, lending her an almost otherworldly beauty.
>You swim towards her with all of your might.
>However, as you draw closer, her face becomes troubled. Thick red tears begin flowing from her closed eyes, staining her cheeks with disturbing red streaks.
>You swim faster, desperate to save her.
>Her face twists into pure anguish, and the tears of blood flow with more intensity.
>You’re almost there.
>She writhes in agony as her face runs red with the waterfalls of blood flowing from her eyes.
>You reach out to touch her.
>She opens her eyes.
>They are black.
>The whites of Sweetie Belle’s eyes are as black as the pool you’re drowning in, and her pale green irises have been transformed into demonic red circles that crackle with the fires of Hell.
>The agony on her face is replaced with insane rage. She lunges towards you.
>You scream. You turn and try to swim away.
>You paddle with everything you’ve got, but you can feel her gaining on you. You can feel her evil eyes burrowing into your back.
>You finally dare to look back.
>She’s not even swimming. Some otherworldly force is propelling her through the water without her even moving.
>And she is very, very close to you.
>Her lips crease into a cruel grin. You kick and flail your arms helplessly.
>You can’t escape. You can’t even look away.
>It has caught you. The thing wearing Sweetie Belle’s skin smiles, bearing its gleaming rows of shark-like teeth for you to see.
>You scream futilely and shield your eyes just as it shrieks like a banshee and pounces.
>Everything is black. 
>You float insensate through the void.
>Time and space are mere abstractions. How long have you been here? Are you moving or are you stationary?
>You try to blink your eyes, but you see nothing but blackness. You try to speak, but the abyss has no atmosphere through which sound waves can travel.
>You merely float.
>You begin to despair. What is this place? Is it the afterlife? Are you being punished with an eternity of absolute nothingness? Did that fucking monster in the oasis eat your soul?
>Just as your imagination starts to run wild with the possibilities, you finally sense something.
>At first you think your ears are playing tricks on you, but it steadily gets louder, and you cannot deny that somehow, despite the emptiness of the void, someone is singing.
>The tonality of the song is utterly alien. You have never heard anything remotely like it on Earth or in Equestria. The gentle, lilting language the lone voice is singing in is at once incomprehensible and intimately familiar. Your mind cannot understand the words, but your heart immediately recognizes them and swells with intense feelings of comfort, safety, and awe.
>The song of the mysterious voice begins to build in intensity, and you notice that a tiny ember of light is now visible on the far horizon.
>This single light in the darkness glimmers and flickers, brightening and dimming in perfect conjunction with the song of its creator. 
>As the song grows inexorably to what you somehow know is the finale, the light becomes brighter and brighter. You sense a pleasant warmth emanating from it as heat floods into the lifeless void.
>The song reaches its beautiful conclusion, and everything is still and silent for just one moment.
>Then, the ember explodes.
>Your entire existence goes white. When you dare to open your eyes, you gasp in awe at what you see.
>A tremendous shockwave is emanating from the ember. It blasts out into the void, animating it and giving it substance.
>Gasses condense into clouds, which grow so massive that they collapse under their own weight and shine forth as the first stars.
>Many of these supermassive stars burn through their lifecycles in a matter of seconds and explode, tearing holes in the fabric of reality and jettisoning their contents into space.
>All the while, the voice has returned, and is now backed up by a mighty choir of voices as it sings the universe into existence.
>The corpses of the primeval stars coalesce into planets and new stars. These star systems smash together violently and form the first swirling galaxies before your very eyes.
>The joyous song of the choir reaches its triumphant conclusion, and the violent expansion of the universe settles down and stabilizes. You find yourself floating in silence once again, but this time it is amidst a vast sea of colorful stars, nebulae, and galaxies.
>But…what now?
>Just as you start to ponder that, your eyes catch an anomaly.
>A constellation of stars seems to be moving towards you. This wouldn’t be too surprising, normally. The whole universe is rotating, after all.
>However, these stars seem to be in the shape of a four-legged creature, and they are moving as if coordinated by animal intelligence.
>The gaseous arm of a nebula passes beneath you, and you are shocked when your feet collide gently with it and you find that you can stand upon it as if it were solid ground.
>The star beast approaches, and alights gracefully on the same cloudy trail as you.
>As it approaches, it seems to warp reality. Gasses, liquids, and solids begin to swirl around its constituent stars, accreting into a solid form.
>Soon, you can hear and see the beast’s solid hooves clopping softly as it walks. Its body takes the unmistakable shape of a mare with a beautiful midnight blue coat that perfectly mirrors the night sky.
>Wings and a magnificent horn solidify in their proper places. Two things that do not change are the mare’s mane and tail, which remain as a swirling, flowing conglomeration of stars.
>Finally, she stands before you. She opens her eyes and gives you a maternal smile.
>”Welcome, Anonymous, to the Dreaming. I am Princess Luna.” 
>You immediately like this Princess. She seems less…unhinged…than Celestia. You bow respectfully. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Princess Luna. I’ve heard so much about you.”
>She giggles. “Ah yes, I believe my sister took a special interest in your anatomy when you first came here, did she not?”
>You shudder. You’re still not quite sure that having to be Celestia’s toy for a week was worth the princely stipend she paid you afterwards for “advancing scientific knowledge.”
>Luna sets her hoof on reassuringly on your shoulder. “Do not worry, young Anonymous. I shall not ask you to ‘give me the chocolate,’ to use my sister’s terms. I wish only to speak with you.”
>That sets you seriously at ease. You like this princess a whole lot!
>You smile. “I’m all ears, Princess.”
>She clears her throat. “Very good. As you know, I am the Princess of the Night. That means it is my duty to watch over the dreams of everyone in Equestria. I suppose I don’t need to tell you that you just had quite a disturbing one.”
>You sheepishly nod.
>Luna continues. “However, what’s truly disturbing to me is not your dream, but those of the one called Sweetie Belle. She has been having very…erotic dreams for the past week, and they are anything but the innocent fancies of a virginal filly. Interestingly, you seem to feature in all of them. And now I find you dreaming about polluting a pure oasis…”
>You gulp nervously. Maybe you don’t like this princess so much after all.
>She stares at you, her gaze piercing to the very depths of your soul, and her face betraying no emotion whatsoever. “Tell me true, Anonymous. Have you fornicated with Sweetie Belle?”
>You open your mouth to fervently deny it, but somehow you know that no matter how convincing you are, Luna will realize that you’re lying. You stare down at the floor in shame. “Yes, Princess Luna.”
>You close your eyes and tense, waiting for the inevitable outburst of righteous fury. Maybe she’ll just throw you into the sun and be done with it…
>”I see.”
>You crack open one eye. “Y-you see?”
>Luna nods sagely. “You should not fear me, Anonymous. I am not here to judge you, only to help.”
>You release the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. “So…you’re okay with it?”
>Luna hums and places a hoof to her chin. “I do not know. A thousand years ago, it was not unheard-of for fillies of Sweetie Belle’s age to enter into marriages with older stallions. However, it is quite illegal today, and I think there are many good reasons for this. The real question, Anonymous, is whether you believe you have done the right thing.” 
>You’re dumbstruck. You try to stammer out a response, but nothing coherent comes.
>The Princess of the Night sighs. “Too often, my subjects leap into endeavors without carefully considering wrong and right. If I may offer a suggestion, though, I bid you to consider the dream you just had. Does that seem like the kind of dream someone who is truly confident that he has done the right thing would have?”
>You nervously chew on your lip. “Well no…but Sweetie is very mature for her age! She’s a wonderful companion, and I care for her deeply. I…I think I might even love her…”
>Luna smiles and presses a hoof against your chest. “I know you do, Anonymous. Although your time together has been brief, I can sense that your heart is already full of a very wonderful and tender love, and I can assure you that Sweetie Belle’s affection for you is just as deep. But you have not answered my initial question. Do you think you did the right thing by fornicating with her?”
>You rub the back of your neck. “Well…that’s…that’s a really confusing question.”
>She raises an eyebrow. “Confusing how?”
>You pause for a moment, trying to figure out how best to word it. “It’s just…Sweetie Belle is so inconsistent. Sometimes she’s very mature, but other times, she does act like a child. And that’s when I get twinges of conscience, I guess. Like…just today, she said something really naïve about getting married, and it sorta became clear that she still has a lot of childish views about relationships and stuff…”
>Luna frowns. “You get those twinges of conscience for good reason, Anonymous. Sweetie Belle is still quite innocent in many ways, and I know you realize that continuing your relationship will deprive her of that.”
>You grimace. “So…you think I should break it off with her?”
>Luna shakes her head. “That is not for me to say. What is your heart telling you, Anonymous?”
>You’re silent for a moment and try to really listen to your inner voice. It’s not as easy as Luna seems to think it is. “I…I don’t know, Princess. All I know for sure is that I love her.”
>Princess Luna sets her hoof against your heart once again and nuzzles you tenderly. “You say that as if it is some small, insignificant thing, Anonymous. In a world filled with uncertainty, love can often act as the brightest guiding light.”
>The stars suddenly begin to melt and huge ripples pass through the dream world. Luna looks disappointed. “Ah, but you are waking up…”
>You reach out and try to cling to her, but your hand passes right through her fading foreleg. “Wait, Princess! What do I do?”
>She smiles forlornly as everything begins to disappear. “Only you can decide that. But whatever you choose, I urge you to do it out of love for Sweetie Belle. Only then will your conscience rest. Goodbye for now, Anonymous…”
>Luna fades into nothing, and everything goes dark once more.
>When you awake, the birds are chirping outside and the morning sun is filtering in through the blinds and warming your face.
>You’re lying on your side. Sweetie has her back pressed against your chest as you hold her from behind, your hand resting on her soft belly.
>Her mouth is splayed open as she drools all over your pillow, and you sigh in relief when you get a glance at her teeth. There are no horrible dagger-like hellbeast teeth in her mouth.
>She’s just Sweetie Belle.
>Your Sweetie Belle.
>You bury your face in her aromatic mane and pull her close.
>You’re going to need to think hard about the discussion you just had with Princess Luna. It’ll be a lot of work confronting why you feel the guilt that you do, and whether or not it’s valid.
>For now though, you’re content to simply hold the filly you love on a lazy Sunday morning. 
>That, at least, makes perfect sense. 

>A few days later, you find yourself walking to the Ponyville schoolhouse to pick Sweetie Belle up from school for yet another sleepover.
>It’s a lovely afternoon. The pegasi messed up and blanketed Ponyville in a thick layer of clouds yesterday, so they’re making up for it today by crafting the most beautiful day imaginable.
>With that in mind, you booked a reservation for tonight at a fancy café with a romantic patio.
>You may not be able to show any affection towards her in public, but you’ll be damned if you don’t take your fillyfriend on a proper date every now and then.
>Your fillyfriend…
>You’re still not quite sure what to think of your dream with Princess Luna. You love Sweetie, and you want to be with her. You haven’t really seen any evidence that you’re hurting her by doing so.
>You can only hope you’re not molding her into a fucked up adult.
>A quick shake of your head banishes those thoughts. It’s way too nice of a day to be worrying about stuff like that.
>Besides, you’ve made it to the schoolhouse…and just in time, it would seem.
>Right as you walk onto the grounds, the bell rings and the kids come pouring out of the doors.
>You scan the sea of youthful hyperactivity for any sign of your particular hyperactive youth.
>You frown. She doesn’t seem to be here.
>”Mister Anonymous! Mister Anonymous! Over here, Mister Anonymous!”
>You turn in the direction of the voice calling you and see that Cheerilee is galloping on over.
>You greet her with a respectful nod and a smile. ”Hey there, Cheerilee. What’s up? Where’s Sweetie?”
>”Oh, you didn’t know? It’s Sweetie Belle’s turn to be the class leader this week, which means that she has to stay behind and make sure the classroom is clean and neat for tomorrow. She’ll be out in about ten minutes!” Cheerilee says cheerily.
>You raise an eyebrow. “I…see. Janitorial skills are a key part of being a leader, I guess.”
>If Cheerilee caught on to your sarcasm, she sure doesn’t show it. “It’s a really great system, for sure! Anyways, I’m really glad I caught you. I wanted to talk with you for a moment, if I could.”
>”Sure Cheerilee, what did you want to talk about?”
>Cheerilee gives you a bright, disarming smile. “Oh, well, I just wanted to talk about Sweetie Belle. You’ve gotten very close with her in the past few weeks, haven’t you?”
>You feel a twinge of nervousness as you wonder where Cheerilee is going with this. You do your best to keep calm and cool. “Yeah, Sweetie Belle’s great, I really like her.”
>”She is an awesome young mare, definitely one of my best students! I, ummm, don’t mean to pry but I guess I just wonder, Anonymous…” she stares upwards as she tries to figure out exactly what she wants to say. “Well, I guess I just wonder what the nature of your relationship with Rarity and Sweetie Belle is. Rarity seems to trust you quite a lot with Sweetie. You wouldn’t happen to be dating her, would you?”
>You protest with great indignity. ”W-what? Dating Sweetie Belle? No! Of course not. That would be weird. And gross. And wrong.”
>Cheerilee raises an eyebrow so high you think it might fly off of her head. “I meant to ask whether you were dating Rarity, Anonymous.”
>Now you fucked up. 
>”Oh! Ummm, no. Rarity’s not really my type.” You laugh nervously as you try to come up with some sort of believable excuse. “Miss Cheerilee, if you really must know, it’s because of what I did back on Earth. I can’t go into too much detail right now, but I was considered something of an expert babysitter!”
>Cheerilee blinks. “Isn’t Sweetie a little old for a babysitter?”
>Fucking education horse! “Well, umm, yeah. I wouldn’t really say I babysit Sweetie. I basically just let her stay at my house when Rarity is in her creative moods and wants to be alone.” 
>”Hmm. I take it she’s been in a creative mood a lot lately?” Cheerilee asks, in a tone that makes you pretty sure she’s buying your bullshit.
>You laugh to ease the tension. “Yes, yes. She’s been working very hard lately, and I’m all too happy to take Sweetie off of her hooves. It’s what good friends do, after all!” 
>Cheerilee stares into your eyes, seemingly searching you for the truth. You meet her gaze as confidently as you can. It really is interesting. As kind and pleasant as Cheerilee normally is, you can still see intimidating hints of cold, calculating intelligence glimmering in her eyes.
>Finally, Cheerilee returns to her normal, sunny self. “Well alright then, Anonymous. Thank you for satisfying my curiosity. There’s one other thing I’d like to talk to you about, if you don’t mind.”
>You’re already pretty tired of getting interrogated by Inspector Cheerilee, but you know better than to refuse. Hopefully Sweetie Belle shows up to save you soon.
>”Go right ahead, Miss Cheerilee.”
>She chuckles softly. “Well, Anonymous. I’m sure you already realize it, but Sweetie Belle seems to have quite the crush on you.”
>You do your best to seem surprised. “Really? You don’t say! What makes you think that?”
>”You didn’t know? I would have thought for sure that a childcare expert such as yourself would have picked up on it…”
>You’re not sure, but you thought that you might have detected just the slightest hint of venom in Cheerilee’s voice.
>You shrug innocently. “Nope, it’s news to me!”
>Cheerilee rubs her chin contemplatively. “I see. Well, as I’m sure you know, Sweetie is very bright. She usually is one of the first to finish her work, and while she waits for the others, she’ll often doodle on her assignments. Usually I pay them no mind, but lately I’ve noticed that drawings of you have been showing up quite a bit, and they often seem to be accompanied by lots of little love hearts…”
>Damn it, Sweetie Belle!
>You nod in understanding. “I see. I’ll certainly have a talk with her about that.”
>Cheerilee’s face is unreadable. “That’s very good to hear, Anonymous. Sweetie’s growing into a fine young mare, and it would be a shame for her to be…misguided.”
>You tug nervously on your collar. “Yeah, we wouldn’t want that. Is there anything else you needed?”
>”Nope, that’s all I wanted to say!” Cheerilee’s eyes light up with sudden realization. “Oh! Actually, there is one more thing. Will you be coming to the talent show?”
>You cock your head to the side. “Talent show?”
>Cheerilee smiles and nods, producing a flyer from inside her saddlebags and giving it to you. “I can’t believe Sweetie didn’t tell you! The school is going to be having a talent show later this month, and Sweetie Belle and her two friends are slated to perform. I’m sure she’d appreciate having you there for support!”
>You skim over the flyer to get the exact date. “Oh, well of course I’ll be there. I’m sure Sweetie will be awesome.”
>”What am I going to be awesome at?” asks a diminutive, squeaky voice behind you.
>You whirl around and grin broadly when you see Sweetie Belle standing there. “Oh hey, Sweetie! Miss Cheerilee and I were just discussing the talent show.”
>Sweetie immediately blushes and scrunches her face up bashfully. “Oh right, that…”
>Cheerilee grins at Sweetie Belle. “I’m sure the Cutie Mark Crusaders are going to be great this year! Now how is that classroom looking?”
>Sweetie salutes proudly. “Clean as a whistle, Miss Cheerilee!”
>”And did you remember to bang the chalk dust out of the erasers?” Cheerilee asks patronizingly.
>Sweetie sticks her tongue out in disgust at the memory of the task. “Eugh, yes. The erasers are clean, Miss Cheerilee.”
>She nods approvingly. “Very good. I suppose I should let you two get home, then. Have a nice evening Sweetie Belle.” She turns and gives you a sweet smile. “And you too, Anonymous. Take good care of Sweetie!”
>”I will, Miss Cheerilee. Have a good evening.”
>You take Sweetie Belle’s hoof and walk off the playground with her, resolving then and there to make her cum extra hard tonight purely to spite her nosy teacher. 
>As you leave the schoolyard, you glance down at Sweetie Belle quizzically. “How come you didn’t tell me about the talent show?”
>She shrugs. “It’s just a silly talent show.”
>”Yes, but it’s a talent show that you’re in! I’m sure you’ll be great…”
>”Yeah. So how was your day?” Sweetie inquires swiftly, seemingly keen on changing the subject.
>You pause for a moment wondering why Sweetie seems nervous about the talent show, but you decide not to press it. You wouldn’t want to cause any discord before your big date. “My day was pretty good, actually. I went and lent some muscle power to help Applejack raise a new barn on the farm, and then she let us have an early taste of this year’s cider.”
>”Ohhhhhh,” Sweetie says in realization, “so that’s why Apple Bloom wasn’t in school today…”
>You nod sagely. “Yep. And then, after that was all done, I stopped by the Hibiscus Café and made reservations for two for tonight…”
>Sweetie sighs dreamily. “Oh, that seems like such a nice place. But wait, reservations for two? Who else are you…”
>She stops in her tracks when the answer to her own question dawns on her. “Y-you’re going to take me?You’re going to take me on a real date to a fancy restaurant?!”
>Sweetie stares up at you with stars in her eyes. You look around nervously to make sure no one heard her little outburst and shush her gently. “Sweetie, not in public, remember?”
>She groans impatiently. “Yeah, yeah, sorry…but c’mon, are you really gonna take me?”
>You smile and nod.
>Sweetie emits a high-pitched squeal and begins bouncing ecstatically. “Oh my gosh! This is going to be so awesome! Thank you thank you thank you, Anon!”
>You’re convinced that there is no greater feeling in the world than the one you get when you make Sweetie Belle really happy. You can’t help but sport a goofy grin. “Well hey, the reservations aren’t until eight, so don’t get too excited…”
>Sweetie grabs your hand. “Eight?! That’s only…four hours and forty seven minutes from now! You have to take me to Rarity’s right away! I need to get ready!”
>You rub the back of your neck. “Sweetie, you don’t really need to do that. It’s not like it’s super formal or anything…”
>”Oh no, Anon.” Sweetie stamps her hoof to make her point. “I need to go to Rarity’s, and I need to go NOW!”
>She really is quite convincing when she tries to be.
>You sigh in defeat and alter your course for the Carousel Boutique.
>Once there, Rarity comes out from the back room to meet you. “Oh, hello you two! Was there something you needed? Did you forget something here, Sweetie?”
>Once she’s sure the boutique is empty and the door is closed, Sweetie emits another glass-shattering squee and begins galloping circles around Rarity. “Anon’s taking me on a date to the Hibiscus Café tonight!”
>Rarity giggles and smiles at you. “Oh my! How very romantic! Is this true, dear Anon?”
>You nod. ”Yep. Reservations are at eight.”
>Rarity wraps a hoof around Sweetie Belle. “Well then, we have to get you ready for a splendid evening out, young miss!”
>Sweetie cheers at the top of her lungs.
>”Rarity,” you plead, “it’s just the Hibiscus. It’s pretty casual. She doesn’t need to go through a whole beauty regimen…”
>Gem horse merely laughs. “Oh piffle! Sweetie Belle has every right to get dolled up for such a wonderful evening.”
>You grumble bitterly. It’s clear that you’re not going to win this one. So much for getting to hang out with Sweetie for a while before dinner. “Alright, alright. I’ll pick her up at half past seven. Sound good?”
>Both sisters nod and speak in unison. “Sounds perfect!”
>You make your way out of the Carousel Boutique just as Rarity and Sweetie start discussing the color scheme for her dress. 

>After several hours of waiting, it’s finally time to pick Sweetie Belle up.
>You swing on by the Boutique and find, completely unsurprisingly, that Sweetie Belle is not quite ready.
>You tap your foot impatiently. “Come on, we’re going to be late!”
>”Quiet down out there, Anonymous!” Rarity cries from the other room. “I am in the middle of an extremely delicate maneuver, and I cannot be disturbed!”
>You groan in exasperation.
>It is now ten minutes past when you agreed to meet.
>All you can hear from the other room is the din of the blow dryer being used on its max setting.
>Suddenly, it stops.
>Everything is eerily quiet for a moment.
>And then, out comes Sweetie Belle.
>She is dressed in a light pink dress made of the finest lace. It’s a simple, conservative affair that extends just about halfway down her hind legs. It’s enough to conceal her tail, but it certainly doesn’t drag on the ground either.
>Her look is complimented by sparkling light green glass slippers that perfectly match her eyes. Where Rarity managed to get those, you can only guess.
>However, what’s really striking is the fact that Rarity has somehow managed to work all of the curls out of Sweetie’s mane. Her well-conditioned mane is straight as an arrow and reaches all the way down to her withers, where it terminates in a loose braid.
>It is also the first time you can ever recall her wearing make up. Like the rest of her getup, it’s perfectly understated. A small amount of lavender eyeshadow and blush accentuates her pale green eyes, and the light pink lipstick on her lips perfectly matches her dress.
>Your jaw drops and your heart flutters in your chest.
>Your dick twitches like a motherfucker too, but that’s a little less romantic.
>Sweetie smiles nervously. “Well, Anon? Do you like it?”
>You’re having trouble choking out your words. “Yeah…yeah Sweetie, it’s…you’re…you look so beautiful…”
>Sweetie cheers and rushes forward to hug you. You’re almost afraid to hug her back for fear of upsetting something in her flawless ensemble. “I’m so glad you like it, Anon…”
>A very frazzled and tired-looking Rarity emerges from the room after Sweetie Belle. She collapses onto the loveseat and wipes the sweat from her brow, but can’t help but smile broadly when she sees the moment you and Sweetie are sharing.
>”Well Anon,” Rarity asks smugly, “what do you say? Worth the wait?”
>You smile down at Sweetie, who blushes softly. “Yeah, Rarity. Worth every second.”
>”I told you so~” Sweetie teases.
>You just roll your eyes.
>Rarity levitates over a celebratory glass of wine, which she takes a triumphant sip from. “Mmm, well then. You two should run along, or you’ll be late…”
>You bow your head graciously. “Thanks so much for this, Rarity.”
>”Yeah, thanks so much Rarity!” Sweetie chimes in.
>The generous mare just waves you both off. “Oh please, there’s no need for that. Sweetie, you know full well that I’ve wanted to put something fabulous together for you for quite some time. This was the perfect opportunity! Now go, enjoy yourselves.”
>You take Sweetie’s hoof and guide her out the door. It might be a bit of a time crunch, but you think that you’ll make it to the café in time if you hurry… 
>You arrive right as the clock tower is striking eight. As you expected, the café is absolutely packed, but your reservations allow you to cut through the line of jealous ponies and take a table right on the patio.
>The Hibiscus Café is a fancy Prench restaurant, and the patio really does evoke the feel of an old world bistro. The small, dim candle on your wrought-iron table sets the mood just right and illuminates Sweetie Belle’s smiling face in a very flattering fashion. >There’s even a violinist strolling around and serenading patrons.
>Sweetie stares at you dreamily, obviously enjoying the ambience.
>You want so badly to stare back, to get lost in her delicate green eyes…but that might seem improper. Through sheer force of will, you make it a point to regularly tear yourself away from her gaze and feign interest in the ponies passing by on the street.
>In fact, Sweetie fucking you with her eyes probably looks shady all on its own. You should really get her talking.
>You look over the menu cursorily. “So…any idea what you’re gonna order?”
>Sweetie nods excitedly. “Oh yeah. The alfalfa béarnaise sounds delicious!”
>”Yeah, that sounds really nice…” you lie.
>Truth be told, nothing on this menu sounds good. There’s only so many ways you can prepare alfalfa, oats, hay, and tofu before they start to get boring.
>You flip the menu to the very back page in desperation, and that’s when your heart soars.
>The menu calls it poisson, but you call it sweet, sweet protein.
>In retrospect, you should have realized that the griffon who owns this place would insist on at least a few dishes for his fellow carnivores. 
>But that’s all in the past. The Hibiscus Café is instantly your very favorite place in all of Ponyville.
>The waiter comes. Sweetie orders her alfalfa, and you proudly order the poached salmon with citrus beurre blanc.
>Once the novelty of the place wears off somewhat, Sweetie seems to loosen up a bit. You make small talk about her day, and the weather. Just normal stuff.
>”…and so then I was the first one done with the assignment, so I kinda just sat there and drew for a while. It was sooooo boring, because we had to wait on Dinky to finish and she kept waffling back and forth between two answers on the last question, and I found out later that neither of the two she was stuck between were actually right!”
>You gasp when Sweetie’s rambling reminds you that you need to talk to her about her Freudian doodles.
>You lean in and speak softly. “Actually Sweetie, I wanted to talk to you about that…”
>“About Dinky?”
>You shake your head. “No, no, about the pictures you draw on your assignments.”
>She bites her lip nervously. “I…I think I know where this is going.”
>”Look Sweetie, Cheerilee was talking to me this afternoon about how often I show up in your pictures. She’s starting to suspect something is up. You really, really need to stop drawing them…”
>Sweetie stares down at her hooves like a scolded puppy. “I’m…I’m sorry Anon. It’s just that sometimes I get to thinking about you and I get so...so happy! I feel like I could burst, and I just have to express it some way! But…I’ll try not to draw any more pictures of you.”
>Hnnnnnnnnnnng.
>It should not be possible for anything to be this cute.
>You look around to make sure that no one is watching. You want to hug and snuggle her and tell her that everything will be okay, but you settle on briefly squeezing Sweetie’s hoof with your hand and giving her a tender smile. “Thanks, Sweetie. I feel the exact same way when I think about you, but we’ve both gotta try and stay strong when other ponies are watching…”
>She gives you a small smile and squeezes your hand right back before you must inevitably part. 
>Your food comes soon after.
>You dig in, sparing very little thought for silly things like manners and etiquette.
>After all, it has been months since you last had meat and you’ve missed it oh so very much. The salmon is so flaky and doesn’t taste fishy at all, and the sauce gives it such a nice tangy zest.
>It’s perfect.
>Sweetie looks like she’s really enjoying her meal, as well.
>Suddenly though, your date seems to spot something distressing behind you. She goes quite pale and sinks down into her seat, trying not to be noticed.
>Unfortunately, it’s all for naught.
>Two young, shocked voices on the street behind you cry out Sweetie’s name in unison.
>Sweetie groans. “Hi Apple Bloom. Hey Scootaloo.”
>You turn your head to the side and see the other two Cutie Mark Crusaders standing on the side of the road.
>They look pissed.
>Sweetie Belle chuckles nervously. “W-what a surprise to see you two here…”
>”I live a block away from this place!” Scootaloo hisses. “Or did you forget that just like you forgot our practice for the talent show tonight?”
>Sweetie winces. “Oh…right. I’m really sorry girls…”
>Apple Bloom sits down on her haunches and crosses her forelegs. “We waited for three hours, Sweetie Belle. You know we can’t do our routine without you.”
>Sweetie nods lamely. “I’m really sorry, girls. I promise it won’t happen again…”
>Scootaloo bears her teeth. ”That’s what you said last time when you were supposedly sick! And the time before that you gave us some lame excuse about washing your mane!”
>You raise an eyebrow. What in the world has Sweetie been getting up to?
>Apple Bloom nods. “She’s right. You’ve missed three practices in the past two weeks, Sweetie. Thursday of last week, last Tuesday, and today. What’s going on with you?”
>You get a sinking feeling in your gut as you realize that those are all days that Sweetie Belle stayed over at your house.
>Scootaloo snorts. “Yeah, Sweetie Belle. What’s going on? Too busy hanging out with the human to keep your promises to your friends?”
>Sweetie Belle pounds on the table. “Hey! Anon is a good friend too! Tell them, Anon!”
>Scootaloo and Apple Bloom stare expectantly at you. You simply shrug. “Yeah, Sweetie and I are good friends…”
>Apple Bloom frowns. “You must be, if she’s ditching us for you.”
>Sweetie fumes. ”Apple Bloom, I just forgot, okay? I’ll be at the next one, promise!”
>Scootaloo gives a tremendous eye roll. “Suuuuuuure. Guess we’ll see you then, Sweetie Belle. Maybe. Come on, Bloom, let’s go...”
>Scootaloo begins storming away. Apple Bloom just looks disappointed. “Next practice is gonna be tomorrow at Sweet Apple Acres, in case you forgot, Sweetie.”
>”I know.” She says flatly.
>Bloom starts to follow Scootaloo, but stops and takes one look back. “You know we’ll always be there for you if you need to talk.”
>Sweetie sighs. “I know…I’ll see you tomorrow, Apple Bloom.”
>Once the other fillies are gone, you lean back in your chair and try to process what just happened. “Sweetie, what was all of that?”
>She shakes her head. “Not here. We’ll talk later.”
>You finish up your meals in silence and leave the café as quickly as possible. 
>Sweetie says very little on the way home.
>Even once you get her behind closed doors at your house, she seems very distant. Indeed, she seems more interested in heading to bed than talking
>You help her out of her dress and she washes off her beautiful makeup and lets down her mane. 
>The lovely young mare you took to dinner is well and truly gone.
>With a deep sigh, she climbs into your bed, and you lay down by her side.
>”So,” she says quietly, “that was a pretty bad scene at dinner.”
>You frown as you stare up at the ceiling. “Yeah, it was. Those practices they said you missed…those were all nights you spent over here. Have you been ditching your friends for me?”
>Sweetie is silent for a moment. When her words come, they’re weak and quiet. “Y-yeah, I have been…”
>You roll over onto your side to look at her. “Why did you do that?”
>”Because you’re my special somepony, Anon…”
>”What does that have to do with it?” You ask, a bit puzzled at such a cryptic answer.
>Sweetie bites her lip. “Everything! You’re so fun to talk to, and I love spending time with you, and…” She blushes slightly and lowers her voice. “…a-and I really, really love having sex with you…”
>You caress her cheek. “I love doing all of those things with you too, Sweetie. But you still didn’t answer my question.”
>Sweetie huffs in mild frustration. “Isn’t it obvious? I love Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, but…it’s just another silly talent show. We’ll go up on stage, embarrass ourselves, and come away without a cutie mark, just like we always do. So I skipped a few practices and spent them having real fun with you…”
>You sigh. “Sweetie, you really shouldn’t have done that.”
>She crosses her forelegs. “Why not? You just said you like being with me!”
>”Of course I do, but that doesn’t mean I want you breaking promises you made to other ponies. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom are your friends, and they were counting on you…”
>Sweetie grunts and turns away from you. “So that’s how it is. Sorry for wanting to spend time with you, I guess…”
>You set a hand on her shoulder. “Sweetie, I already told you that I love spending time with you. But do you know who else loves spending time with you? Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. Just because you get a special somepony, it doesn’t mean that your friends are suddenly obsolete. I mean…just imagine what it would be like if Rarity got a coltfriend and suddenly had no time for you!”
>Sweetie is silent for a moment. “I…I guess that would be kinda awful.”
>You gently rub Sweetie’s back. “I just want you to be happy, and I know that your friends make you happy. So please, don’t be shy about making some time for them...”
>Sweetie turns back around to face you and gives you a slight smile. “Well, if it’d make you happy…”
>You chuckle and tousle her mane. “It would.”
>”Alright. I guess I’ll go and apologize tomorrow. Hopefully Scootaloo isn’t still too angry.”
>You nod sagely. “I’m sure they’ll forgive you eventually…”
>Sweetie yawns loudly. “Yeah, I’m sure they will. They’re good friends. For now though…can you hold me, Anon?”
>You’re all too happy to grant that request. You wrap your arms around her and pull her close. She snuggles up with a happy coo, nuzzling her face against your chest.
>”Thanks...” she murmurs.
>It’s been a long day. Your tired little fillyfriend passes out in your arms in short order.
>You lie awake, troubled by the conversation you just had.
>She ditched her very best friends in the whole world to have sex with you.
>It seems like she’s going to patch things up with them now, but you can’t help but wonder what would have happened if Scootaloo and Apple Bloom hadn’t confronted Sweetie Belle tonight.
>Would she keep ditching them?
>Could they ever forgive her?
>Could your relationship with Sweetie Belle really have driven apart the Cutie Mark Crusaders?
>What else is Sweetie Belle neglecting or missing out on to be with you?
>These questions and many more haunt you, and make sleep painfully elusive. 

>The days go on, and the talent show draws near.
>As much as you’re glad that Sweetie is no longer neglecting her friends for you, it does mean that you see her less.
>Tonight is one such night.
>With the girls rehearsing their act, you find yourself with nothing (or rather nopony) to do. The weather is perfect, so you decide to go out for an evening stroll.
>You amble slowly through the market square, enjoying the laid-back environment as the crowds start to thin out and the vendors begin packing up and heading home.
>You pass the Carousel Boutique. You briefly consider stopping in and saying hello to Rarity, but decide against it. She might be in the middle of creating something, and you’d hate to show up uninvited and break her concentration.
>You turn the corner on to Harmony Street and find, to your mild annoyance, that the way forward is blocked by a five cart pileup. Rather than deal with navigating through the mess of smashed carts and bickering ponies, you turn into a nearby alleyway, intent on looping through the Canter Court subdivision and maybe heading home.
>Quite suddenly, pure evil appears and begins walking down the alley towards you, bearing a cruel grin.
>”Why hello there, Anon. Fancy running into you here!” Diamond Tiara says, her voice practically dripping with sugar-coated hatred.
>Your first instinct is to run. You glance over your shoulder and groan when you see that Silver Spoon is creeping up behind you, blocking your exit.
>Diamond Tiara pouts insincerely. “Awwww, thinking of leaving so soon? That’s not very polite…”
>You growl. “Jesus fucking Christ, were you two following me this whole time?”
>Judging by how Silver Spoon is tittering behind you, you’re pretty sure the answer is yes.
>Diamond Tiara laughs evilly and cracks open a nearby cellar door. “That’s none of your business, Anon. All you should care about is following us down into Silver Spoon’s cellar here. We’ve got some things to discuss.”
>Just your luck. Of all the alleyways in Ponyville, you had to get trapped in the one next to Silver Spoon’s house.
>You grit your teeth. This is ludicrous! “I’m not following you into a fucking cellar. Whatever we need to talk about, we can do it here.”
>Silver Spoon laughs from behind you. “What’s the matter Anon? Scared of dark places?”
>Diamond Tiara grins. “He must not be too afraid of them, Silver Spoon! He’s practically begging for us to send him to the Canterlot Dungeons…”
>You bite your tongue hard. As much as you hate it, you know that you can’t win this, and having an outburst will only endanger yourself. “Fine,” you mutter, ‘let’s get this over with.”
>The girls laugh at you again and then lead you down into the dark, damp, musty cellar.
>Silver Spoon lights up a kerosene lamp, and Diamond Tiara shuts the doors and locks them from the inside.
>The two fillies begin circling around you like sharks circling their prey.
>”Tell me, Anon. Do you think I’m stupid?” Diamond Tiara asks.
>You shake your head. “No. I’d call you a lot of other nasty things before I called you stupid.”
>Diamond Tiara nickers. “Cute. If you don’t think I’m stupid, Anon, I guess I’m a little confused why you thought it was a good idea to write the book report you did.”
>You smile smugly. “What? Carrie is a good book.”
>“Everypony laughed at Diamond Tiara when she had to read it in front of the class! You knew exactly what you were doing!” Silver Spoon shouts.
>You chuckle. “Hey now, it’s got a good lesson that all little fillies should learn…”
>Diamond Tiara turns around, rears up on her front legs, and bucks you right in the nuts. You scream out in a pained falsetto and collapse to your knees. 
>Both of the girls laugh at your misery. Diamond Tiara puts a hoof under your chin and forces you to look into her eyes. “Anon, I think it’s you that needs to be taught a lesson. Silver Spoon and I own you now. You need to realize that we can do whatever we want with you, and that going against us will only get you hurt…”
>You sneer. “Fuck you…”
>Silver Spoon gets right up in your face. “Apologize, Anon.”
>You shake your head defiantly. “No! This is stupid! I’m not your slave!”
>Diamond Tiara laughs cruelly. “No, of course you’re not. There’s nothing forcing you to do what we say. But as you know, actions have consequences. If you don’t start obeying us right now, we’re going to the police and showing them the pictures!”
>Silver Spoon flicks you cheekily with her tail. “So what’s it going to be, Anon? Say you’re sorry and be our pet, or go to prison, be Rapestripe the Zebra’s pet, and never see Sweetie Belle again? The choice is all yours…”
>You sigh deeply. “You say that like it’s even a choice. Fine. I am sorry, and…and I’ll obey.”
>Your tormentors giggle.
>Diamond Tiara smiles patronizingly. “See, Anon? That wasn’t so hard. Now, you just need to prove that you’re sorry…
>”And how would I do that?”
>She shoves her front hoof in your face. “Kiss it.”
>You instinctively reel away from her outstretched hoof, but quickly regain your composure. You take a deep breath, swallow your pride and pucker up, planting a quick kiss on the hard rim of her hoof.
>She hums in approval. “Very good. Now do Silver Spoon’s.”
>Diamond Tiara’s lackey blushes and presents her gray hoof to you. You grab it and lean down to kiss it, pulling away as quickly as possible once the deed is done.
>Diamond Tiara rubs her chin. “What do you think, Silver Spoon? Do you believe Anon’s sorry?”
>She smiles and shakes her head. “I’m not convinced at all. That kiss was pathetic!”
>Diamond Tiara adopts the same cloying, saccharine tone she’s been taunting you with. “Did you hear that, Anon? Silver Spoon isn’t satisfied. How about you give her little hoofsie some real love?”
>You gag. “S-seriously?”
>Silver Spoon shoves her hoof against your lips. “Seriously. Let’s see you use that tongue, monkey…”
>This is beyond wrong. You take Silver Spoon’s hoof in your hands. It smells a little dirty, but to be totally honest, it’s not all that bad. You hesitantly flick your tongue out and run it along the soft underside of her hoof, dragging it along the delicate folds of skin.
>Silver Spoon moans softly and quivers. “Oh Celestia...more, Anon.”
>You smack your lips. She tastes like dirt and a bit of sweat, but…it’s actually kinda nice.
>Your conscience is screaming at you. You can’t actually be enjoying this. They’re evil! And yet, none of that stops you from giving the frog of her hoof another languid lick.
>Silver Spoon is blushing brightly. She presses her hoof harder against you, and you respond by starting to massage the underside with your thumbs as you eagerly lick its cleft.
>She tastes better with every lick, and the scent is starting to shut your mind off. You even catch yourself groaning softly a few times as you really start to get into pleasuring Silver Spoon’s hoof.
>Suddenly, Diamond Tiara cackles riotously. “Oh. My. Celestia. Silver Spoon, he’s actually getting hard!”
>In that moment, you become keenly aware of the shameful whyboner pressing uncomfortably against the fly of your pants.
>You cover your face in complete embarrassment and try to cross your legs to hide it.
>Silver Spoon just moans loudly.
>Diamond Tiara pulls your hands away from your face and gives you that damned smile. “You really do like little fillies, don’t you Anon? Maybe we should have a little taste of what Sweetie Belle’s been enjoying…what do you think, Silver Spoon?”
>She nods eagerly. “Y-yeah, I want to see what the fuss is about!”
>Diamond Tiara giggles. “You heard her, Anon. Get out of those clothes. Now.” 
>This is so, so wrong. What are you even doing? Shouldn’t you be fighting?
>Instead, you’re timidly allowing two fillies to order you around.
>And the worst part is, you’re enjoying it. You eagerly throw your clothes off, and the girls both blush and giggle when they get a look at what you’re packing.
>”Hmmm, it’s not really what I was expecting, Silver Spoon.”
>”I think it’s adorable!”
>Diamond Tiara shoves her hoof in your face. Hers smells even more tantalizing than Silver Spoon’s. “Get licking, you pervert.”
>You don’t even care how fucked up this is. You grab her hoof and start eagerly exploring it with your tongue, rolling it all around and savoring the heady taste. You run your hands up and down her entire leg, massaging it tenderly as you work the sensitive underside of her hoof.
>Soon, Diamond Tiara is moaning and shaking just like Silver Spoon was.
>Speaking of Silver Spoon, you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel something wet and rough press against the tip of your cock. You glance down to find Silver Spoon staring up at you through her oversized glasses as she licks timidly at your member.
>”How’s he taste?” Diamond Tiara inquires as she switches her hooves and shoves her other, dirty forehoof into your mouth.
>Silver Spoon giggles. “Not bad at all…”
>Your tongue flies across Diamond Tiara’s filthy hoof as the faint smell of it mixes with the aroma of the girls’ growing arousal to drive you wild. Silver Spoon wraps her lips around your member and begins sucking on the tip hard, wildly flailing her tongue all over it and sending electrifying jolts of pleasure rolling through you.
>You groan in disappointment when Diamond Tiara finally pulls her hoof away from your mouth, a lewd trail of saliva still connecting it with your lips.
>”Don’t worry,” she coos, “I’ll be back to give that tongue of yours more work soon. I just need to see what the big deal is down there…
>You lie back on the cold cellar floor and watch in disbelief as Diamond Tiara slides down and joins Silver Spoon on your cock. The two girls swirl their tongues around either side of your member, bathing every last inch in their warm spit and then sliding up, sandwiching the tip between their lips, and engaging in a perverse and passionate kiss.
>Diamond Tiara presses down on Silver Spoon’s head, and she immediately begins kissing down the length of your member. Diamond Tiara engulfs your cock entirely in her mouth and begins bobbing her head along the upper half of it, and you groan out in shock as you feel Silver Spoon begin vigorously sucking your still-tender balls.
>The girls keep up like this for a few minutes, occasionally switching positions as both moan lewdly and slurp all over your package. Silver Spoon is much better with her tongue, but Diamond Tiara’s lips are as smooth as velvet. Both feel incredible regardless of whether they’re on your member or your coinpurse.
>Eventually, both pull away and smile at you rapaciously.
>”I think that’s enough pleasure for you.” Diamond Tiara purrs. “Now, it’s our turn…” 
>Before you can say anything, Diamond Tiara nimbly maneuvers herself on top of you. She slams herself down on your face, and your every sense is quite suddenly dominated by nothing but her plush ass and drooling pussy.
>”Get to work!” she snaps.
>You wrap your arms around her hind legs and immediately get to work, licking along her rubbery labia and lapping up her excitement.
>She’s nowhere near as sweet as your beloved Sweetie Belle, but the musky, tangy taste is still not bad. She cries out in pure ecstasy and rubs her cunt against your face as your tongue flicks teasingly against her winking love button.
>Meanwhile, you feel movement around your lower half. Silver Spoon seems to be adjusting herself, but you really can’t see what’s going on down there.
>Suddenly, you feel Silver Spoon’s hoof gripping your cock. You shudder in delight as you feel its extremely sensitive tip come into contact with her warm, soft pussy lips.
>She cries out and you groan into Diamond Tiara’s slit as she quite forcefully slides down on your cock, taking you to the hilt in a matter of seconds. 
>The spongy walls of her tight young pussy grip you furiously as you stretch them wider than they’ve ever been stretched before. You penetrate your tongue into Diamond Tiara’s equally constrictive fold and begin lapping deep inside of her, licking roughly along the juicy ridges and pressing your nose against her pert little asshole.
>Both girls are gasping and moaning furiously as they are penetrated. Suddenly, you feel Diamond Tiara lean forward, and their mutual vocalizations are replaced with the sound of passionate, sloppy kissing. Silver Spoon finally loosens up enough to start moving, and she immediately begins riding you at a quick pace, betraying just how excited she is.
>Diamond Tiara rides your face like it’s a rodeo bull, brutally slamming and rubbing against you as your tongue writhes deep inside of her.
>Silver Spoon’s tight pussy grips you forcefully as she bounces up and down. Each stroke makes your member throb with excitement.
>Between this and the blowjob, you’re not going to last much longer.
>Judging from the frequency with which the girls’ vaginas are clenching against you, neither are they.
>You thrust your hips as best as you can with Silver Spoon’s rhythm as she furiously rides you. Her muffled moans are getting increasingly high pitched. Eventually, you hear her break away from Diamond Tiara’s lips with a wet pop as she begins crying out with incoherent exuberance.
>Her pussy strangles your cock like an anaconda as she bucks against you with all of her force. Her shouts reach a higher and higher register until she squeaks out an ecstatic scream and begins convulsing wildly against you, her pussy spouting a deluge of her juices all over your crotch.
>It’s too much. You lose the control you had been barely maintaining for the past few minutes as your pleasure overwhelms you. You thrust mightily into Silver Spoon as the dam breaks and you inseminate the filly with throbbing spurts of hot, sticky bliss.
>Diamond Tiara is still not quite done. She groans out as she watches you cum inside her best friend and begins rubbing herself against your lips with all she’s got.
>You pull your tongue out and begin furiously assaulting and suckling her needy clitoris.
>In a matter of seconds, that does the trick. Diamond Tiara drenches your face with her juices and cries out in ecstasy.
>The girls ride out their climaxes for about a minute before everything goes still.
>After a few moments of catching her breath, Diamond Tiara dismounts you. For the first time, you get a look at a very flushed and disheveled Silver Spoon still bearing your cock deep inside of her.
>Eventually, she too rolls off of you, giggling as a thick glob of your seed begins running down her hind leg.
>The fillies shakily rise to their hooves and stare down at you smugly.
>”Well,” Diamond Tiara says with a devilish grin. “I guess our little monkey isn’t so useless after all!”
>Silver Spoon chuckles. “Yeah, I can see why Sweetie Belle went for him!”
>You’re too exhausted to do anything but lie on the floor panting.
>Diamond Tiara reaches down and caresses your cheek with a hoof. “In fact, I think a lame-o like Sweetie Belle doesn’t deserve him at all.” She smiles imperiously at you. “From now on, you tend to our needs whenever we please. Got it?”
>You nod weakly.
>”Good. Come on, Silver Spoon. Let’s go get cleaned up. That stupid book report Anon wrote has given me an idea…”
>The fillies exit the cellar.
>Once they’re gone, the shame hits you full force.
>You can’t believe you just did that… 

>You lie on the cold floor of the cellar for a few more minutes before finally rising to your feet, getting redressed, and making your way up the creaking stairs.
>It’s dark now, and the streets have cleared considerably.
>Your thoughts are your only companion on the long, lonely walk home.
>What the fuck is wrong with you? How could you let two children do that to you? Are you really that pathetic?
>Most importantly, how could you do that to Sweetie Belle? You have no idea how or even if you’re going to explain this to her.
>You should have struggled. You should have fought.
>You should have at least pretended not to enjoy it.
>Once Silver Spoon started blowing you, you lost yourself. You had no shame, no self control…
>You think you might have a problem.
>But really, what could you have done?
>If you had said no, you’d have gone to prison.
>You’re struck with the morbid realization that the only real way out would have been to kill them both, right then and there.
>The cellar would have been the perfect place to do it, too. No one would have even heard them scream…
>You grimace and shake away those horrible thoughts.
>As much as you hate Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, and as much as the primal, barbaric part of your brain might enjoy fantasies of slitting their throats, you know that you could never do it. Evil or not, they’re still just kids.
>Plus, you already go through enough grief trying to hide your illicit relationship with Sweetie. Killing two fillies is a whole different level of wrong, and you don’t think you could handle trying to hide it.
>You feel a wave of relief washing over you as your house comes into view. You just want to take a bath, go to bed, and get this fucking day over with.
>The house looks so warm and inviting and…not quite right.
>You could have sworn you didn’t have any lights on when you left, and yet your bedroom is clearly illuminated.
>You shrug. You probably just forgot to turn it off.
>The front door creaks as you open it and you make your way inside.
>You stop in your tracks when you catch a glimpse of your kitchen.
>One of the cabinets is hanging open.
>Your skin crawls and you start to feel a vague paranoia creeping over you, gnawing at the edges of your mind.
>You know for certain that you didn’t leave that open. You have a weird OCD thing about the kitchen cabinets. You always, always, keep them closed unless you’re getting something out of them. It bugs the shit out of you if they’re not.
>Has someone been in your house?
>You start to shiver.
>What if they’re still here?
>You laugh half-heartedly. Surely you’re overreacting. So you forgot to turn a light off and somehow left that cabinet hanging open. That’s no reason to be paranoid, right?
>Right?
>You stare nervously down the forebodingly dark hallway leading to your bedroom.
>You just need to do a quick sweep of the house to make sure you’re alone. Nothing will turn up. Everything will be fine.
>You grab one of the heavy brass candlesticks on your mantle, just in case.
>Clutching your improvised blunt weapon tight, you take a deep breath to calm your nerves and take a few pensive steps down the hallway.
>You nearly shit a brick when you hear a floorboard creaking somewhere down the hall.
>The adrenalin is surging through your body. You feel tingly and painfully on-edge. You have to take several deep breaths and remind yourself that you live in a very old house.
>Old houses creak and groan. That’s what they do.
>Right?
>You creep further down the hallway. Your bathroom is the first door you come to.
>The light is off and the door is slightly ajar. You’re pretty sure that’s how you left it.
>You push the creaky door open slowly, ready your candlestick, and flick on the light.
>There’s nothing. It’s just your bathroom. It’s a bit messy, but that’s how you left it.
>You breathe a sigh of relief. You knew you were overreacting.
>You make your way towards the bedroom with far less caution.
>You fling the door open, and a chill runs down your spine.
>The drawers on your dresser are hanging open and some clothes are scattered about on the floor.
>There’s no explaining that away. Someone has been in your house.
>”H-hello…? Is anyone in here?” you timidly stammer out.
>Everything is silent for a few moments.
>Then, a hooded figure bursts out of your closet.
>You scream like a little bitch. 
>Before you have a chance to react, the pony hiding in your closet leaps through your open bedroom window and starts galloping down the street.
>Maybe it’s because of the shitty day you’ve had, but your shock quickly turns to outrage. You want to know who was snooping around your house, and you want to make them pay.
>Disregarding common sense, you leap out of your bedroom window right after them.
>By the time you stumble through your flower bed and start sprinting after them, the mystery pony is already about 40 paces ahead of you.
>You’re probably not going to catch them, but you’ll be damned if you don’t try.
>As the road you’re running down straightens out, you squint your eyes and try to make out any details about this pony that you can for the purposes of the police report.
>Unfortunately, they’re draped from head to hoof in a heavy, flowing gray cloak that obscures all of their features.
>Judging by their size and gait, you feel pretty safe assuming it’s a mare, and the fact that you’re managing to keep up with her pretty well tells you that she’s probably not much of an athlete, but other than that, you’ve got nothing.
>By the time you make it to the commercial district, you can hear your target wheezing. You laugh as you start to gain on her.
>She knows that she’s losing ground, and so she starts resorting to dirty tricks. She knocks over a cart full of watermelons right in your path, and deftly bucks a large one with her hind leg, launching it directly at your face.
>You swing the candlestick you’re carrying more out of reflex than conscious action. You strike true, and the watermelon explodes into tiny pieces and covers your face with its guts.
>You spit out a few seeds, wipe the watery mess from your eyes, and deftly stutter step through the massive minefield of melons now moldering on Market Street.
>You can hear your quarry faintly curse under her breath when she realizes that her ruse hardly slowed you down at all.
>You sprint with everything you’ve got as the hooded mare gallops onto Ponyville’s main drag.
>You round the corner in hot pursuit, and just barely catch sight of the billowing tail of her cloak as she bolts into one of the alleyways.
>You rush into the alley, and gasp when you realize that she’s nowhere in sight.
>However, a metallic clanking above quickly alerts you that she’s climbing the fire escape of the nearby four-story apartment building. You clamber up after her, ignoring the faces of the ponies in the apartments who watch the scene with interest from their windows.
>From the top of the fire escape, she fearlessly leaps onto the roof of the shorter building adjacent to it. You swallow your fear and follow her, grunting in pain as your knees absorb the full shock of your fall.
>By the time you’re back up and running, she has already leapt to the next roof. You hurry to catch up with her, easily matching her graceful leap to the next building.
>”J-just stop! I just want to talk!” you shout at her.
>The mystery mare completely ignores you, instead leaping from the roof of the building and crashing down into a waiting haystack below.
>You begin lining up your own jump, but think better of it when you realize that she’s running down Bridle Boulevard. If you jump over to the roof of the nearby convenience store, you can cut her off!
>You make a series of three graceful jumps that land you on the roof of the Grub ‘N Gulp. You duck under the store’s tacky rotating neon sign and find an access ladder you can slide down.
>Just as you touch down on terra firma, you see your target making her way down the street, scanning her head from side to side to see if she’s lost you.
>You hear her gasp when you leap out right in front of her.
>She panics and bolts off of the road, clawing her way over a nearby wooden fence into the courtyard of another apartment complex.
>You deftly maneuver and muscle your way over the fence. Your lungs are on fire and your heart is beating so fast that you think it might burst, but you take solace in the fact that the mare is sounds like she’s in even worse shape.
>You can see her legs wobbling with fatigue as she struggles to keep up her pace across the grassy commons.
>She reaches the edge of the courtyard and starts climbing over the fence. You start closing in on her as she struggles to clear it.
>She finally makes it over, but her cloak does not.
>You cry out in triumph as the long tail of her garment catches on the fencepost and sends her slamming face first into the fence, suspended upside down and totally helpless. 
>You slow to a jog, hop over the fence, and laugh when you find your home invader hanging from the fence, flailing uselessly and trying desperately to free herself from her cloak. 
>When she catches sight of you, she lets out a great, defeated sigh and stops struggling.
>You work the tail of the cloak free and watch with satisfaction as she crashes to the ground in a heap. You brandish your improvised mace threateningly. “That’s enough. I have you.”
>She slowly nods, and speaks in a sweet voice that seems very familiar. “Yeah. Yeah you do.”
>You point the candlestick at her. “Who are you? Show your face.”
>The mystery mare pushes back her hood to reveal…
>”…Miss Cheerilee?!”
>You blink to make sure you’re seeing right.
>It’s no mistake. Even though it’s dark and her nose is bleeding from her run in with the fence, there can be no doubt that Ponyville’s favorite teacher is lying on the ground before you.
>She wipes some of the blood off of her face and gasps greedily for air. “Y-yeah. You caught me.”
>”Ooookay. Mind explaining what the hell you were doing in my house?” you ask in complete bewilderment.
>”It’s not what it looks like, Anonymous. I promise. I was just…I was gathering information, I guess.”
>You grimace. “What kind of information?”
>Cheerilee groans in pain as she rises up to a sitting position and plugs her bleeding nostril with the sleeve of her cloak. “Information about you, and by extension, information about Sweetie Belle.”
>Your breath catches in your throat. Does she know? You scowl fiercely to try and conceal your concern. “Cut the cryptic shit, Cheerilee. Why were you in my house? What exactly were you trying to find out?”
>She merely sighs. “Anon, Sweetie Belle has been worrying me lately. She’s daydreaming in class and fighting with her friends all the time. She has changed noticeably, and it started right when you began dropping her off and picking her up from school.”
>You cross your arms. “So that’s it? You break into my house on some half-baked hunch? Do you do this for all of your students’ friends and families?”
>”No!” Cheerilee shouts indignantly. “No, of course not. This is the first time I’ve ever done something so…illegal. And I’ll have you know that I had far more than just my hunch to go on. You lied to me, Anon.”
>It feels like there’s a rock in the pit of your stomach. “W-what do you mean?”
>Cheerilee straightens out and looks you dead in the eyes. “I mean that I went and asked Rarity about your supposed childcare expertise, and she knew nothing of the sort. She claims that she lets you watch her sister because you’re lonely and Sweetie reminds you of the little sister you have back on Earth. So that means either you or Rarity is lying, and to be perfectly frank, I have a very good feeling that it’s you. So that makes me extremely suspicious…”
>She sniffs the air with her free nostril and makes a sour face. “Oh, and there’s also the fact that you apparently go out in the evenings and come back reeking of sex. So yeah, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to be concerned about Sweetie Belle’s well being around you.”
>You self-consciously smell yourself and grimace when you realize that she’s right. Oh Cheerilee, if only you knew exactly whose sex you were smelling…
>Regardless, you realize that you’re in some very hot water now. Cheerilee hasn’t quite caught on to the truth, but you fear that she’ll get there in time if you don’t nip this in the bud right now. You need to come up with a believable reason why either you or Rarity would have lied, and you need to come up with it now. 
>After a few moments of stalling, you can’t think of any good ones for Rarity, but you have to stop yourself from smiling when you come up with a brilliant one for yourself.
>Time to really sell this. 
>You sigh dramatically and try to do your best to affect an embarrassed blush on your cheeks. “Well Cheerilee, you caught me. I’m not actually a childcare expert. Rarity was telling you the truth.”
>From the slight, smug grin on her face, you can tell that she’s quite proud of herself. “I figured as much. Why the deception, Anon?”
>You stare off to the side and nervously rub your neck. “W-well…you see, the truth is…the truth is that I was…y’know…trying to impress you.”
>That takes her off guard. “Impress me?”
>You take her hoof in your hand and speak with all the false earnestness you can muster. “You’re a really beautiful pony, Cheerilee. Easily the most beautiful mare in Ponyville. I just thought that maybe if you believed that I was good with kids like you are, you might notice me. I guess it was pretty dumb of me…”
>Cheerilee blushes intensely and giggles like a schoolfilly. “Oh Anon, I had no idea…” She softens her voice to deliver what she believes will be a crushing emotional blow. “I’m flattered, Anon, I truly am. Unfortunately, I’m already seeing somepony…”
>You release her hoof with a bittersweet smile. “Ah, of course you are. I doubt there’s any stallion in this town that could resist a beauty as rare and striking as you.”
>Her blush somehow gets brighter, and she bites her lip. “Oh my, Anon, I wish Big Macintosh had a silver tongue like yours…”
>You have to struggle not to roll your eyes. Big Mac may not have a silver tongue, but every one in town knows that he’s got a golden dong, and that’s clearly what Cheerilee really cares about.
>You sigh. “Well, I just hope that he realizes what a lucky stallion he is…”
>Cheerilee sighs dreamily and nods. You’ve got her eating out of the palm of your hand. Couching your deception in flattery was exactly the way to go.
>It’s really amazing how adept you’ve become at lying lately, but then again, you suppose you’ve been getting lots of practice.
>“Well,” you say with a laugh, “I guess this was all a big misunderstanding then. I’m very sorry I lied to you, Cheerilee. It was never my intent to make you worry.”
>Cheerilee scrapes at the ground with her hoof. “Apology accepted, Anon. I’m sorry I went poking around in your house without permission. It was extremely foolish of me.”
>You pat her on the shoulder. “Hey, you’re protective of your kids. I can certainly appreciate that. Hopefully we won’t have any more…misunderstandings in the future.”
>The teacher smiles brightly at you. It’s a beautiful smile, marred somewhat by the copious amounts of blood still flowing out of her nose. “Thank you Anon. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get home and clean up this bloody nose.”
>”Of course, Miss Cheerilee. I’ll see you around.”
>She bows respectfully. “Yes, I’ll be seeing you.”
>She turns and starts to walk away, only to stop and look back at you. “Oh, and Anonymous?”
>You raise an eyebrow at her. “Yes?”
>”My friends call me Cherry…”
>You chuckle. “Alright, then. See you later, Cherry.”
>She giggles and trots off into the night.
>You just shake your head and start making your way home. 

>You don’t get to see much of Sweetie Belle over the next few days. She’s very busy preparing for the talent competition. 
>In the meantime, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon run you ragged with their voracious appetites.
>You never thought fucking could feel like a chore, but their frigid cruelty manages to make it so. You find yourself spending most of your free time simply dreading your next encounter with the awful fillies.
>The day before the talent show arrives. You’re lazing around the house and reading a crummy mystery book when there’s a knock on your door.
>You sigh and brace yourself for the worst. It’s probably Diamond Tiara again.
>You open the door to find Sweetie Belle on your doorstep. Your heart soars. You’ve missed her so damn much. 
>Unfortunately, she looks utterly miserable. “Hey Anon…” she murmurs, her voice muted and melancholy.
>”Heya Sweetie, come on in. Aren’t you supposed to be practicing with the girls?”
>You usher her in. As soon as the door closes behind her, she leaps into your arms, buries her face into your chest and begins bawling her eyes out. “Anon, why?! Why are they so awful? How…how could anypony be so…so mean…”
>You hold your darling little filly tight, rubbing her back gently to soothe her. “It’s okay, Sweetie. I’m here, you’re going to be fine. Who’s been giving you trouble?”
>You already have a very good idea who’s been giving her trouble, of course, but you still have to ask nonetheless.
>She sniffles and nuzzles firmly against you. “Diamond Tiara…she’s making me do something terrible, Anon! And then she told me that you’ve been having…h-having sex with her because you don’t like me anymore and you think I’m a…I’m a smelly loooooooser!”
>You grind your teeth together as you struggle valiantly to control your intense rage for Sweetie Belle’s sake. You knew you couldn’t keep your arrangement with the bitchtastic duo secret from Sweetie Belle for long, but for her to find out like this is just too cruel.
>Sweetie weeps loudly into your chest. You place a finger under her chin and gently tilt it upwards so you can look her directly in her piercing, tear-filled green eyes. “Sweetie Belle, I want you to listen, and listen well.”
>She does her best to stop sobbing and listen to you, although the tears are still flowing freely.
>You place a hand against her cheek and tenderly kiss her forehead. “I do not think you are a ‘smelly loser,’ Sweetie. Quite the opposite, actually. I’ve lived on two worlds and I have never met anyone who makes my heart flutter like you do. You’re smart, sweet, loving, and I don’t think you even realize how beautiful you are because you do it so damn effortlessly. I love you, Sweetie Belle. I love you with all of my heart, and don’t you dare believe anyone who tells you otherwise.”
>Sweetie’s eyes are as wide as dinner plates. Her lip quivers and she leaps forward to hug you with all of her might. “Oh Anon, I love you too! I’ve wanted to say it for so long, but I didn’t know how you would react…”
>You hug her back as your heart overflows with joy. You put off telling her that for way too long, and now that it’s finally out, it feels amazing.
>You hug for about a minute before Sweetie pulls away. “So,” she asks hopefully, “if you don’t think I’m a loser, does that mean Diamond Tiara was lying when she said she had sex with you too?”
>Your burning emotional high is immediately dampened and your countenance darkens. “Unfortunately, no. She and Silver Spoon forced me to have sex with them, or they were going to go to the police with the pictures of us.”
>Sweetie frowns. “Oh. I see…”
>”Sweetie,” you sigh, “what could I do? I didn’t want to do it, but I had to! I’m…I’m so, so sorry. I hope you can forgive me eventually.”
>She rubs her chin. “Well…we’re still special someponies, right Anon?”
>You smile sweetly and nod. “Of course, Sweetie! You’re still my one and only very special somepony. And trust me, that’s something that Diamond Tiara will never be able to take from you…”
>Sweetie gives a big sigh of relief. “Then I forgive you. They made you do it, after all. I just wish that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon weren’t so terrible…”
>”Me too...”
>You spend a few minutes caressing Sweetie and kissing on her. It really helps calm her down.
>Finally you work up the courage to address the elephant in the room. “So what’s this terrible thing they want you to do, Sweetie?”
>Sweetie Belle stares down at the floor and speaks pensively. “They want me to betray and humiliate Scootaloo and Apple Bloom at the talent show tomorrow.” 
>You huff indignantly. “Those bitches…what exactly do they want you to do?”
>”First, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon want me to bail on the CMC and sing a song with them instead.” Sweetie says with a shudder. “They go right before the Cutie Mark Crusaders, so Apple Bloom and Scootaloo will have to go out there and try to sing right after I’ve stabbed them in the back. And then…and then…”
>Sweetie Belle breaks down and starts crying again, positively soaking your shirt with her tears.
>You stroke her mane to try and calm her down, although at this point you’re barely calm yourself. “What will they do then, Sweetie?”
>Sweetie gasps and weeps, but manages to choke out her words. “Then…then they’re going to do just like the bullies did in Carrie, Anon. They couldn’t find any pigs’ blood, but they have 50 gallons of beet juice. They’re going to make me dump it all over the other Crusaders while they try to get through the song without me!”
>You have to stop petting Sweetie Belle for fear that you’ll start doing it too hard and hurt her. The rage is building in you like a raging inferno, and you don’t want to accidentally take it out on her.
>Sweetie sobs as she continues. “They’ll be dyed red for weeks, Anon. I’m already on thin ice with them over skipping practices, and I just know that they’ll never forgive me. My two best friends, gone…”
>You hold Sweetie Belle tight as she cries her eyes out. It’s the only thing you can think to do. Diamond Tiara’s plan is so fucked up beyond belief that you really have no words.
>This cannot stand.
>”Sweetie, you don’t have to do this.”
>She shakes her head violently. Her stubby horn pokes you uncomfortably in the chest a few times. “Anon, I have to. It’s like you said, we don’t have a choice. I don’t want to lose you…”
>”Sweetie,” you plead, “come on, you can’t do this. They’re your best friends in the world!”
>This just seems to make her weep even more intensely. “What can we do, Anon?”
>You rack your brain for any solution. “Maybe we could run away together! Would you like to go on a trip with me?”
>Sweetie looks up at you quizzically. “Well…yeah. But where could we go? You’ll be wanted throughout Equestria. We could never come back to Ponyville. I could never see my friends, or Rarity, or Mom and Dad when they finally get back from their vacation…”
>As much as you hate to admit it, Sweetie is right. The road is dangerous, and no place for her to be spending her teenage years. Furthermore, the whole point is to try and avoid depriving her of her friends, and you’d be doing exactly that by running.
>You give an exasperated sigh. “There’s gotta be some way out of this, Sweetie…”
>She thinks for a moment and then slowly her head. “Anon, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but…I don’t think there is. I have to do this.”
>”You don’t!”
>”Yes,” she insists, “I do. I love you so much, Anon. You’re my special somepony, and that makes me happier than anything! I may be new to this whole romance business, but Rarity has always told me that grown-up relationships require patience, hard work, and sacrifice. So if I have to choose between you or the Crusaders...I choose you.”
>You’re dumbstruck. Are you seriously being lectured on adult relationships by a filly who doesn’t even have her cutie mark?
>For the first time in a long time, you look at Sweetie Belle. You really, truly look at her beyond the obvious and the superficial.
>She has changed.
>She looks ever so slightly haggard. Her face seems harder, somehow. Less carefree. More weighed down by the burdens of the world.
>The way she walks and talks and carries herself…it has changed too, hasn’t it? You were shocked when Cheerilee claimed to notice subtle differences in Sweetie’s behavior, but now it seems clear as day.
>What really gives it away are the eyes. You remember the night you took Sweetie’s virginity. Her eyes sparkled with wonderment and joy. Now, they have dulled ever so slightly. They’re bloodshot, and have tiny bags under them. Her pale green irises still reflect her beautiful soul, but they do it in a slightly different way that you could probably never really describe.
>You have made a mare out of Sweetie Belle.
>You have made a mare out of her at a very young age and thrust her headlong into a frightening and difficult adult world completely unprepared.
>Her innocence is gone.
>You took it.
>You’ve justified what you’ve done in a thousand different ways. She’s mature for her age. Rarity is okay with it. You love her and have no intention of hurting or exploiting her. They all seem like perfectly valid reasons.
>But as you look down at the terrified young mare in your arms, you wonder for the first time if maybe, just maybe, you’ve committed a heinous crime. 
>You can no longer argue with Sweetie Belle. She seems committed to her choice – committed to you, no matter what the cost.
>Instead you spend the evening regaling her with tales of Earth to keep her mind occupied elsewhere, and providing a shoulder to cry on and a warm loving embrace when that inevitably fails.
>Eventually, she cries herself to sleep..
>You carry her to your bedroom and lay her down gently, sliding in next to her and wrapping her in your arms.
>”I love you, Anon.” she softly mumbles, only half awake.
>You lean in and kiss her cheek tenderly. “I love you too, darling. More than words can say…” 
>Everything fades to darkness.
>Suddenly, far away, there is a pinprick of light.
>Then another, and then another.
>As the lights shine forth into the empty blackness one by one, they begin swirling around one another, resolving into galaxies.
>The lights surround you. They wrap you in their embrace like a baby and lift you higher and higher even as they light up the inky void with their bright hues of blue, green, and red.
>Eventually you find yourself standing atop a familiar nebula.
>The constellation approaches you once more, and warps the glimmering stardust into a corporeal form for itself.
>You bow respectfully as Princess Luna emerges.
>”Hail, Anonymous,” she says with a grave look on her face. “I come to you with dire news. Sweetie Belle’s dreams are more troubled than ever.”
>You sigh and nod. “Yeah, that’s not too surprising. I’m actually kinda glad you showed up, Princess. I could really use someone to talk to.”
>Luna sits down on her haunches and pats the spot next to her. “Yes, my child. That is why I am here. I sense that we have much to talk about.”
>You sit down on the edge of the swirling cloud of gas, your feet dangling lazily off the side. “You see, Princess, I made a terrible mistake. Somepony managed to get pictures of Sweetie Belle and me in…compromising positions.”
>You spill the whole story of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon’s blackmail to Luna, who merely listens patiently.
>”…and so now she says that she’s willing to give up her best friends for me, but that just seems…wrong. What should I do, Princess?”
>She quite unexpectedly reaches out with her wing and wraps it around you. It’s soft, warm, and wonderful, and it smells like blackberries. “I pity you, Anonymous. I truly do. Even I was not expecting that fillies so young could be so cruel and depraved. But now, I hope you understand at least one reason why your relationship with Sweetie Belle was so dangerous.”
>Moonbutt pulls you close with her wing. It really does help to calm you down a little bit and order your thoughts. “Yes, I understand that, and I think I’ve started to realize the danger that came with taking her innocence when I did.”
>Luna nods. “This is good, Anonymous. It is an important lesson to learn.”
>You look up at her. “So what should I do, Princess? You didn’t say.” 
>She gives you a matronly smile. “It is not my place to tell you. The decision must be yours and yours alone. I can only help guide you, and I will do so by asking you…do you approve of Sweetie Belle’s decision to put you before her friends?”
>You shake your head vigorously. “No, not at all. But if Sweetie truly loves me, isn’t it her choice to make?”
>Luna hums thoughtfully. “Perhaps. But you said yourself that you’re beginning to understand the danger of taking somepony’s innocence before they are ready. Why is that?”
>”Because they may not be ready for the adult world.”
>”Indeed. So do you truly believe that Sweetie Belle is ready to make such an important, grown-up decision on her own?”
>You pause to think for a moment. You can make arguments either way, but it’s pretty clear what your heart is telling you. “No, I don’t believe she’s quite ready.”
>Luna hugs you tighter with her wing. It’s soft and lovely and nice and makes you really want to answer more of her questions right. You briefly wonder if she’s actually this huggable in real life, or if she uses her godly powers in this realm to up the snuggliness quotient.
>”I believe you are correct, Anonymous. It sounds to me that Sweetie Belle is overly enamored with you and does not understand the full value of the friendships she would forsake. It is a common pitfall for young ponies in love.”
>You nod vigorously. “That’s basically what I was thinking, but smarter.”
>Luna giggles. “You have a certain earnestness about you, Anonymous. It is quite refreshing. However, we should not deviate too far from business.”
>”Agreed, Princess.”
>She places her hoof on her chin. “Very well. My next question is this: If you acknowledge that Sweetie Belle is still a child and that you are more or less an adult, why then are you allowing her to make such an important and grown-up decision?”
>You open your mouth to speak, but no good answer comes to mind. You think harder, and still can’t really come up with anything. “I…I don’t have an answer.”
>”Correct. I do not believe there is a satisfactory answer, Anonymous.”
>You smile with a newfound clarity. “So you think I should make the decision for her.”
>Luna gives you a sly grin. “That is your choice. I have one more question, young Anonymous. If you agree that she needs more time before becoming an adult, how do you expect to salvage some semblance of a childhood for Sweetie Belle if she is the one making the grown-up decisions in the relationship?”
>A wave of relief washes over you as the answer comes to you. You hug Princess Luna, who nuzzles you sweetly in return. “Thank you, Princess Luna.”
>She releases you from the downy embrace of her wing. “You are quite welcome, Anonymous. Just remember to always let your love for Sweetie Belle be your guide…”
>You bow respectfully. “I will, Princess.”
>Luna’s horn illuminates with a brilliant blue glow. “I’m counting on you, Anonymous. Sweetie Belle is not just my subject, she is my friend, and I ardently hope that you will do right by her. I will end the dream now, if there is nothing more.”
>”Wait!” you call out. “One more thing.”
>Luna dissipates her aura and inquisitively cocks her head to the side. “Yes?”
>You blush softly and rub the back of your neck. “Well, uhhhh…just wanted to let you know that if you’re ever in the mood for another hug, my dreams are always open to you…”
>Luna laughs riotously. “I could not understand it at first, but now I think I can see why my sister likes you. Tending to the dreams of all living things is a busy job, but your offer is noted. Maybe some night, I will see fit give you a very sweet dream…”
>Before you have a chance to really consider what she means by that, Princess Luna fires up her horn and blasts you with a powerful bolt of magic.
>Everything goes white. 

>You wake up late the next morning imbued with a sense of purpose and grim determination.
>You will not allow Sweetie to throw everything away for you. You will not allow Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon to control her life any longer.
>There is only one option.
>You take a long look at the young mare holding you tight as she sleeps and burn the angelic image into your mind. 
>What you’re going to do will not be easy, but you know that as long as you can remember that infinitely precious and beautiful face, you will have the strength to do it.
>You start to slide out of bed.
>Sweetie’s tired eyes flutter open. She realizes what you’re doing and immediately lunges forward and clings to you.
>”Stay…” she murmurs.
>You chuckle and give her a good morning kiss. “I wish I could, but I have to go do something, Sweetie.”
>She whimpers. “Please, Anon…I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want today to happen. I just want to stay here with you…”
>You give your love a bittersweet smile. “That sounds so wonderful, but you know it can’t happen.”
>She sighs. “I know. I’m just so scared, Anon. I don’t want to lose Scootaloo and Apple Bloom.”
>You caress her cheek. “I know it’s scary, but I need you to be brave, Sweetie. I’m going to go do some stuff, and hopefully it will help everything work out for the best at the talent show.”
>Her eyes go wide. “You have a plan?”
>”I do.”
>Sweetie squees. “Oh my gosh! What is it? Can I help?”
>You nod. “All I need you to do is be ready for the talent show and play along with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.”
>”You got it!” Sweetie says, giving you an adorable little salute. “What are you going to do, Anon?”
>”I can’t tell you right now, Sweetie. I haven’t quite worked out all the details, and I’d hate to have you anticipating particulars that don’t end up panning out. Just trust me, I’m going to do everything I can to make this right…”
>That’s a lie. You can’t tell Sweetie your plan because you know she’d never willingly let you do it.
>You hope she can forgive you in the end.
>With a small frown, Sweetie releases you from her embrace. “Alright, I trust you, Anon. See you at the talent show?”
>You plant a tender kiss on Sweetie’s lips. She returns it, sighing happily into your mouth.
>You finally pull away. “I love you, Sweetie Belle, more than I could ever say.”
>She blushes softly. “Oh Anon, I love you too. You’re the best special somepony ever!”
>You rise to your feet, get dressed, and spare one last glance at Sweetie before leaving the bedroom. You get ready as quickly as possible, gather your courage, and step out your front door.
>The walk to your destination is agonizing and full of doubt.
>Maybe you should go ask Rarity for help instead? After all, she’s complicit in all of this. She’d be willing to help if you asked her.
>But what could she do? She couldn’t stop Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. Not without them going to the police.
>You shake your head. There’s no need to risk ruining Rarity’s life by tying her to this sinking ship. You’re the only one who can fix this.
>Well, you and the pony whose house you currently stand before.
>You’re struck with a bone shaking fear and an overwhelming desire to run. This goes against every instinct of self-preservation you have.
>However, all you need to do is think of Sweetie Belle, and the fear disappears.
>You force yourself to walk up to the doorstep of the house, each step taking all of your willpower.
>You knock on the door, and it swings open.
>”Oh! How nice to see you, Anon.”
>You take a deep breath. No going back now.
>”Hey Cheerilee. We need to talk.” 
>Cheerilee graciously invites you into her home and pours you a cup of tea as the two of you sit down at her kitchen table.
>”Are you alright, Anon?” she asks with genuine concern. “You seem a bit troubled.”
>You take a sip of your tea to steady yourself. It’s delicious. “No, I’m not alright. I really need your help.”
>”I’ll do whatever I can…”
>You give her a small, grateful smile. “I’m afraid that I’ve lied to you again, Cherry. My relationship with Sweetie Belle isn’t as I’ve told you.”
>”What…?”
>You stare down at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. “For the past few weeks, I have been having sex with Sweetie Belle on a regular basis.”
>When Cheerilee finally speaks, her voice is soft and trembling. “Anon, I need you to tell me you’re not serious. Please…tell me this is an awful joke.”
>You shake your head. “I wish it was…”
>Cheerilee is silent for a few moments.
>Then, your world goes white as she punches you right in the jaw with her forehoof, sending you flying out of your chair and crumpling into a heap on the linoleum.
>Completely disoriented, you struggle back to your hands and knees, groaning in agony as you spit out one of your molars.
>Cheerilee stomps towards you. “You…you monster! How could you?! And with Sweetie Belle of all ponies!”
>You wipe the blood from your lips. “Cherry, please…”
>”DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME CHERRY, YOU HORRIBLE HUMAN!” 
>Cheerilee towers over you, glaring down at you with eyes that burn white hot with pure hate. “Give me one good reason not to kick you to death right now, Anonymous.”
>”Please…I need your help…”
>She looks utterly unimpressed.
>You try a different tack. “S-Sweetie Belle…she needs your help too. You’re the only one I can turn to. Please, Cheerilee. I deserved that punch. I probably deserve a lot more. But you have to listen to me now.”
>Cheerilee nickers. You flinch when she raises a hoof, but it turns out she’s just helping you up.
>She helps you back into your chair and narrows her eyes at you. “Talk.”
>You talk.
>You tell her exactly how long you’ve been with Sweetie Belle. You tell her about Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon blackmailing you to do their homework and have sex with them. Most importantly, you tell her about their plan to destroy the Cutie Mark Crusaders tonight.
>Just about the only thing you leave out is Rarity’s role in things. As negligent as she was to allow you to be with her sister in the first place, you know how important she is to Sweetie Belle. She’d be facing jail time if word got out of what she did, and you can’t do that to Sweetie.
>Regardless of your one omission, it feels strangely liberating to finally speak the truth. You can feel the great weight of the web of lies you’ve had to weave being lifted from your shoulders, and every new revelation provides more relief.
>Cheerilee, for her part, manages to control herself and listen carefully to what you have to say. When you finally finish, she rubs her temple and tries to process it all. “Anon, this is crazy. Your story is absolutely crazy. And yet somehow…I know it’s true. I mean, I’ve definitely noticed that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon’s homework has been improving lately.” She sighs deeply. “And here I was thinking that it was because they’d finally decided to get serious about learning…”
>You look at her with hope. “So you’ll stop Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon?”
>She nods grimly. “Of course. They’ve gone too far this time, and they need to be seriously punished. I…I hope you realize that I have to turn you in to the police as well.”
>You give a small, defeated nod. “I figured as much.”
>”And yet still you came to me…” she murmurs.
>”Yeah.”
>She looks at you inquisitively. “Why?”
>You once more think of Sweetie Belle. It calms you down and puts a pained smile on your face. “Because I love her with all of my heart, Cheerilee. I’d do anything to make sure that she’s safe and happy, and it’s become clear to me that the longer I try and keep our relationship a secret, the more unsafe and unhappy she’s going to become. So it ends today…for Sweetie Belle’s sake.”
>You swear you can see the faint glimmer of a tear forming in Cheerilee’s eye before she blinks it away. “That’s good of you, Anon. It truly is. I guess it’s comforting to know that you really do care for her in your own sick way…”
>You both fall silent for a few moments.
>Cheerilee sighs. “I guess I should go get the police, then…”
>You grimace. “You could. But could I make just one request? Could you maybe put it off until after the talent show? I know I don’t deserve it, but I’d really like to hear Sweetie Belle sing…”
>Cheerilee frowns. “I really shouldn’t, but…okay. You did a brave thing coming to me, and you deserve at least that.” 
>The space around the amphitheatre in Ponyville Park is packed with chattering throngs of ponies eagerly anticipating this year’s talent show.
>You arrive backstage just as the first acts start. The CMC are the very last ones on the playbill, so you and Cheerilee thankfully have a bit of time to try and find Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.
>As you scan the busy backstage scene, something pulls on your pant leg. You look down to find Apple Bloom staring up at you with great concern in her eyes. “Ummm, Mister Anonymous? Have you seen Sweetie Belle? She’s supposed to be going over our dance steps one last time, but we can’t find her anywhere!”
>You pat Apple Bloom on the head. “Yeah, she’ll be with you shortly.”
>Apple Bloom runs off happily just as Cheerilee huffs in frustration. “I don’t see any of them, Anon. Where could they be?”
>”They’re probably working on smuggling in the beet juice for their trap. You check out back, I’ll look up in the rafters for any sign of them.”
>Cheerilee nods and runs off as you scale the rickety ladder up into the maze of beams and catwalks above the stage.
>It’s dark up here, but on the far side of the stage, you happen to glimpse the telltale green glow of Sweetie Belle’s unicorn magic.
>Stepping carefully along the treacherous, wobbly rafters, you creep towards the glow.
>Sure enough, you happen upon Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon setting up a massive vat of beet juice, complete with a rope mechanism to tilt it, as a sorrowful Sweetie Belle provides illumination with the light of her horn.
>”Oh, this is going to be so good…” Diamond Tiara says ominously.
>Silver Spoon laughs. “Yeah! The trap works perfectly. Those Cutie Mark Crybabies won’t know what hit ‘em!”
>Sweetie sighs.
>Diamond Tiara glances over at Sweetie and gives her a sardonic smirk. “Hey Sweetie Belle, which of your ex-friends do you think will look more ridiculous when we dye her totally red?”
>Silver Spoon joins in with Diamond Tiara as they laugh cruelly.
>You’ve heard enough. You step out into the open where they can see you.
>Sweetie Belle cries out happily and rushes over to hug you. As you cuddle your special somepony, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon giggle and strut over to you as well.
>”So Anon,” Diamond Tiara says, motioning towards the contraption with her chin. “What do you think? Isn’t it amazing? Apple Bloom and Scootaloo won’t be able to show their faces for weeks once we’re done with them.”
>Silver Spoon flicks you with her tail. “And maybe after we win the talent competition, we can go back to my house and you can congratulate us properly…”
>You smile at Silver Spoon. “No.”
>That stops her in her tracks. “Excuse me? What did you say?”
>You calmly and coolly reiterate yourself. “I said no. I am not having sex with either of you anymore, and you are not dumping that beet juice on Scootaloo and Apple Bloom.”
>The girls glance at each other and smile viciously.
>Diamond Tiara yawns. “Oh please, Anon. Do we really need to remind you about the pictures we took?”
>You shake your head slowly. “Nope. But you have no power over me or Sweetie Belle any longer.”
>Sweetie Belle is gaping up at you in amazement. You grin reassuringly and ruffle her mane.
>Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, however, are looking a little bit uneasy.
>”I-if you destroyed the pictures, Anon, I hope you realize that we made plenty of copies…” Silver Spoon stammers.
>You grin impishly. “Oh no, I didn’t do anything like that. You have been absolutely awful little fillies, and so I told your teacher what you’ve been up to.”
>The girls go pale, and for the first time, you see true fear in their eyes.
>Diamond Tiara stomps her hoof. “You wouldn’t dare…”
>You glance down to the stage and happen to spot Cheerilee. You wave at her and call out. “Hey Cheerilee! They’re up here!”
>Cheerilee sternly shouts back. ‘DIAMOND TIARA, SILVER SPOON, AND SWEETIE BELLE! GET DOWN HERE AT ONCE! IT’S NOT SAFE UP THERE!”
>Your tormentors’ jaws drop.
>You merely chuckle. “You heard her. Better hurry up and get down there…”
>The two fillies fume. “You’re going to regret this…” Diamond Tiara mumbles.
>You take Sweetie Belle’s hoof and help lead her across the catwalks to the ladder. She’s still staring at you in total awe. “Anon…you seriously got Miss Cheerilee to help?”
>You tenderly squeeze her hoof. “Yeah, Sweetie. Everything’s going to be okay now.” 
>The talent show is in its intermission. Back on the stage, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon find themselves facing down their teacher.
>Cheerilee is staring daggers at them. “So. It would seem you two have a lot to answer for.”
>Diamond Tiara does her best to look innocent. “We’re sorry we were up in the rafters, Miss Cheerilee. It won’t happen again!”
>She rolls her eyes. “Well yes, Diamond Tiara. That was a bad thing to do. What concerns me more, however, is the fact that you were planning on embarrassing Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, and that you were blackmailing Sweetie Belle into helping you do it.”
>You can hear Apple Bloom and Scootaloo gasp in the background.
>Cheerilee nickers in displeasure. “Furthermore, it has come to my attention that you have been forcing Sweetie Belle and Anonymous to do your homework and other favors for you. What do you have to say for yourselves, young mares?”
>Diamond Tiara chuckles. “Anon is having sex with Sweetie Belle!” she cries out.
>Everyone within earshot gasps. The two fillies give you a vengeful smile.
>Cheerilee merely frowns. “I know.”
>”What? Y-you know…?” Silver Spoon says in utterly shocked disbelief.
>Cheerilee nods. “Yes. He told me. What Anon did was very wrong and he is going to be punished for it, but that absolutely does not make what you did okay. I can’t believe I actually have to lecture you on how blackmail is wrong…”
>A look of pure terror and panic descends on Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon as they realize that their “leverage” is now absolutely worthless. They throw themselves at Cheerilee’s hooves and begin groveling and begging for mercy.
>”Both of you back on your hooves!” Cheerilee snaps. The girls comply with lightning speed.
>Cheerilee begins to pace back and forth like a caged lion. “Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, your disciplinary record has been consistently disappointing throughout the years. Even so, this is a new low for you. You need to learn that your actions have consequences. As such, I have no choice but to place you in detention for the rest of the school year.”
>Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon gasp.
>Cheerilee’s tirade continues as she tears into your tormentors like a vengeful angel of divine retribution. “Furthermore, since I have it on good authority that you have cheated on a great number of your homework assignments, I have no choice but to fail you in all of your subjects. You will make up every assignment in summer school, or you will be held back a grade. The choice is yours.”
>Silver Spoon is weeping now. She clings to Cheerilee’s leg and pleads pathetically. “Please, Miss Cheerilee! Please! We didn’t mean it, we promise. Please don’t make us go to summer school!”
>Cheerilee is  unmoved. She brushes Silver Spoon off and delivers the final part of her judgment like a judge convicting someone to the gallows. “Last but not least, I have taken the liberty of informing your parents of exactly what you two have been up to.”
>This horrifies the fillies more than anything. As if on cue, a stallion that you recognize as Filthy Rich, Diamond Tiara’s father, kicks open the backstage door and storms up to his daughter.
>”DIAMOND DAZZLE TIARA, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”
>Diamond Tiara cowers in abject terror. “D-daddy! It wasn’t me! It was…It was Silver Spoon! She talked me into it; I didn’t realize it was wrong!”
>Filthy Rich snorts like a raging bull. “Don’t you dare lie to me, you know exactly what you did! My own daughter, an extortionist…I can’t believe it. Where did I go wrong?”
>”Please don’t ground me…” Diamond Tiara begs.
>Her father laughs bitterly. “Oh, I’m not just going to ground you. I’m going to do something I should have done a long, long time ago.”
>Diamond Tiara screams in shock and confusion as Filthy Rich grabs her and bends her over.
>In front of you, Cheerilee, and all of her classmates, Filthy Rich spanks his maladjusted daughter.
>She will never live that down.
>Once Diamond Tiara’s ass is sufficiently sore, Filthy Rich points at Silver Spoon. “And you. It’s not my place to discipline you, but I’ll have you know that I spoke to your father at the office. You are to go straight home and wait in your room to be disciplined.” He looks down at Diamond Tiara. “The same goes for you, young miss. Get going, now!”
>Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon gallop for the exit.
>As they do, Diamond Tiara’s shitty, incomplete rope work comes undone, and 50 gallons of beet juice come pouring down right on their heads, staining their manes and coats a dark shade of crimson.
>The rest of their classmates begin laughing hysterically. You simply give them a cheeky wave goodbye as they flee from the scene in utter humiliation. 
>Once they’re gone, Sweetie Belle emits a high-pitched squeal of utter delight and hugs you with all of her might. “Anon, that was incredible!”
>You chuckle. “Yeah, even I wasn’t expecting it to be quite that perfect.”
>As Sweetie Belle nuzzles lovingly against you, the janitors wipe up the beet juice, and the next act of the talent show starts. You hear small hooves approaching you from behind.
>”Soooo, Sweetie Belle…” Apple Bloom inquires. “Let me get this straight. You and Anon are having sex, and Diamond Tiara was using that to blackmail you into ruining our talent show performance?”
>Sweetie nods. “Exactly right. Luckily, Anon came and saved the day!”
>Scootaloo chortles. “Explains why you’re hugging him so much.”
>Apple Bloom smiles knowingly. “And why you were out on a romantic dinner date with him.”
>You and Sweetie both blush in embarrassment. 
>Scootaloo glances over at the dressing room. “Well hey, I don’t want to break you two lovebirds up, but with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon out of the picture, we’re going to be on really soon. We need to start getting ready.”
>Apple Bloom gasps. “Oh my goodness, you’re right! We need to get going now if we want to be in our costumes!”
>You give Sweetie one more squeeze and then let her out of your arms. “Knock ‘em dead, honey.”
>Sweetie nuzzles you and then scampers off to the dressing rooms after Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.
>Before you know it, the time has come for the Cutie Mark Crusaders to take the stage. A multitude of really well-made wooden props are wheeled out, and a fog machine starts running.
>It actually sets a really dark and foreboding mood. You seem to recall Sweetie mentioning that Apple Bloom was responsible for building the props. If so, she did a really excellent job.
>Slow, slightly eerie music begins to play, and the CMC emerge from the mists draped in heavy cloaks and walk slowly to center stage.
>Scootaloo and Apple Bloom hum along to the music, harmonizing smoothly with it. As the intro winds down, Sweetie Belle steps forward, and her clarion voice rings out as she starts to sing the song that she wrote.

Through dark forests we tread,
Down lonely, winding paths we run,
Lost so long in my gloom and my dread,
Don’t know when I last saw the sun.

But darkness vanished before my eyes,
When we talked, and we laughed, and had fun,
Your friendship has made me realize,
We should stand together as one!

>The girls throw off their cloaks to reveal costumes that could only have been designed by Rarity.
>All three are wearing white jumpsuits bedazzled from top to bottom with glimmering gems. They look like something Elvis Presley would wear.
>The only difference is the type of gem. Apple Bloom is decked out in yellow topaz, Scootaloo’s got amethysts, and Sweetie Belle is wearing brilliant emeralds.
>The fog dissipates, the lighting becomes brighter, and the music suddenly turns into a catchy pop beat.
>The girls start to dance with skillful coordination and graceful moves. You think that Scootaloo was in charge of choreography, and she definitely seems to know what she’s doing.
>Sweetie Belle starts to sing again, this time backed up by Scootaloo and Apple Bloom.

Together as one we stand,
We’re the best friends we can be,
And we’ll shout it across the land,
In one perfect harmony!

We all may be different,
But who would want to be the same?
Variety is the spice of life,
And without it we’d be lame!

And sometimes we may quarrel,
We may bicker and fight, it’s true.
But there’s no need to worry,
Together we’ll make it through!

Yes, together as one we stand,
We’re the best friends we can be,
And we’ll shout it across the land,
In one perfect harmony!

We’re the Cutie Mark Crusaders,
And we’re trying to learn our fate!
And we’ll never ever give up the fight,
It will never be too late!

Because I know that you are special,
And you say the same for me!
So side by side, here with my friends,
We will find our destiny!

And together as one we stand,
We’re the best friends we can be,
And we’ll shout it out across the land,
In one perfect harmony!

>As the song draws to a close, Sweetie launches into an amazing vocal cadenza.
>As she reaches and holds an insane high note, Scootaloo mounts her scooter and launches off a ramp, doing a bunch of sick tricks in the air above Sweetie Belle’s head as the pyrotechnics Apple Bloom set up light up the stage and dazzle the audience.
>Sweetie Belle finally drives the song to its conclusion.
>There is hushed silence for a moment.
>And then, the crowd goes wild. 
>The Cutie Mark Crusaders take a bow to roaring applause. The judges don’t bother deliberating. They march on to the stage and immediately hand the girls the first place trophy.
>After several more bows, the girls exit the stage, giddy as can be.
>”That was so awesome!” exclaims Scootaloo.
>Apple Bloom cheers. ”We nailed it, girls! We absolutely nailed it!”
>Sweetie squees. “I can’t believe it. First prize!”
>Scootaloo wipes the sweat from her brow. “It sure was hard work. This jumpsuit is killing me…”
>She undoes the zipper and steps out of her costume. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom gasp when the fabric falls to the floor.
>Scootaloo raises an eyebrow. “What? I didn’t feel like going to the changing rooms to get out of this thing. We’re usually naked anyways, it’s no big deal.
>Sweetie Belle shakes her head. “Scootaloo, no…look at your flank.”
>Scootaloo cranes her head back. There, upon her flank, is a picture of the familiar prancing pony emblem of the Cutie Mark Crusaders with a flaming tire superimposed over the bottom right part of the shield.
>”My…my cutie mark. I GOT MY CUTIE MARK!”
>Scootaloo rushes forward and hugs her two friends. “I GOT MY CUTIE MARK! YES! YESYESYESYES! IT’S FINALLY HERE, AND IT’S SO AWESOME!”
>Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle emit high-pitched squeals and bounce up and down with excitement.
>Suddenly, Apple Bloom’s eyes go wide. “Oh my gosh. What if we all got our cutie marks?”
>Sweetie gasps. “That would be incredible! You go first, Apple Bloom!”
>Apple Bloom steps away and fumbles her suit off as quickly as she can.
>Sure enough there’s a picture on her flank. She also bears the emblem of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, but where Scootaloo’s flaming tire is, she instead sports a bright red apple with two crossed hammers over it.
>The Crusaders once again emit a glass-shattering squeal.
>Finally, it’s Sweetie’s turn. Her two friends look on eagerly as she takes a deep breath and pulls off her jumpsuit.
>Sweetie has a CMC emblem just like the other two, but also sports a pink heart flanked by two purple music notes.
>The girls scream at the top of their lungs and hug one another furiously. “WE GOT THEM! WE GOT OUR CUTIE MARKS!”
>Sweetie Belle is crying tears of joy as she looks at her friend’s marks. “Hey, wait girls. We all have the CMC emblem as part of our mark!”
>Scootaloo grins from ear to ear. “Hey, yeah! We’re such good friends, we got our cutie marks in it!”
>Apple Bloom sighs dreamily. “It’s almost like we were destined to be friends. And I think that these marks prove that we always will be friends, too!”
>You and Cheerilee have been watching from afar. You chuckle and pat her on the withers when she starts to cry.
>As the CMC share a loving hug, their friends and family start showing up to congratulate them on their victory in the talent show.
>Apple Bloom rushes over to Applejack and Big Macintosh and shows off her mark.
>”Land sakes, Apple Bloom, I think that there’s one of the nicest cutie marks I ever did see!” exclaims Applejack.
>”Eeeeeyup.” Big Mac concurs.
>Rainbow Dash hovers over to Scootaloo and ruffles her mane. “Hey squirt. I gotta admit, those were some sweet scooter moves you pulled on that stage, and that cutie mark is almost as awesome as mine. Congrats!”
>Scootaloo swoons and faints.
>Sweetie Belle rushes over to Rarity and hugs her. “Rarity, I got my cutie mark! Do you like it?”
>”I love it, Sweetie Belle! You always did have such a wonderful singing voice, and the mark’s color scheme looks simply divine on you!”
>The two sisters hug for some time before Sweetie Belle breaks away and gallops over to you and Cheerilee.
>You get down on your knees and open your arms wide. Sweetie Belle cheers and leaps into them. You hug her tight and nuzzle your chin into her mane. “That was a great performance, Sweetie. I think your mark is perfect for you.”
>Sweetie pulls away and beams at you. “Anon, it’s all thanks to you and Miss Cheerilee. If you two hadn’t shown up and stopped Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, I don’t even want to think about what would have happened!”
>Cheerilee smiles half-heartedly, trying to hide her obvious discomfort with how you’re holding Sweetie. “You’re very welcome, Sweetie Belle. I’m very proud of you…”
>You hug Sweetie tight for a few more moments before you feel Cheerilee lay a hoof on your shoulder. “Alright, Anonymous. It’s time. I trust you’ll stay here while I go and get the police?” 
>You purse your lips and nod. “Yeah, Cheerilee. I’ll be right here.”
>Sweetie looks confused. “Wait…what? The police? Why?”
>Cheerilee sighs. “Sweetie, I know you like Anon a whole lot, but the fact is that he broke the law by sleeping with you. You could have been seriously hurt. Just like Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had to face punishment for what they did to you, Anon has to face his punishment as well.”
>Sweetie’s eyes go wide. “But Miss Cheerilee, I don’t want him to be punished. He’s a good human, and I love him very much! Please don’t do this…”
>Cheerilee shakes her head. “I’m sorry Sweetie. I’m going now and that’s final.”
>Sweetie Belle is speechless as Cheerilee shuffles out.
>She turns to you with tears in her eyes. “Anon…why’s she doing this?”
>You start to pet Sweetie’s mane to comfort her. “Because, Sweetie. It’s what has to be done.”
>She shakes her head violently. “No. NO! I don’t want to lose you, Anon! Please don’t go…”
>Your vision is blurred by tears, but still you stare deep into Sweetie’s glassy green eyes. “I have to, Sweetie. Miss Cheerilee wouldn’t have helped us today otherwise.”
>She tugs on your sleeve. “Come on, then. While she’s still away, Anon, let’s go!”
>You chuckle. “Go where, Sweetie?”
>”I don’t know. But we have to run! I can’t lose you, not like this. I’ll go anywhere, and I promise I won’t complain no matter what! Please, Anon…” Sweetie pleads hysterically.
>”Sweetie…” you say calmly, “your place is here in Ponyville. Look at the mark on your flank. You, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo all got similar ones for a reason, and if we went on the run, you wouldn’t get to realize whatever special purpose it is that you share with them. You also wouldn’t get to see Rarity or your mom and dad…”
>She presses her face against your chest. “But Anon, I love you…”
>You gently lean down and kiss the crown of her head. “I love you too, Sweetie Belle. Like you said, adult relationships require patience, hard work, and sacrifice. If I have to sacrifice my freedom so that you can be rid of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon’s blackmail and grow up with friends and family who care about you, then I think that’s a fair trade.”
>Sweetie whimpers. “Anon, what am I gonna do? I don’t know how I’ll live without you…”
>You smile and softly place a hand over her heart. You can feel it racing with adrenalin and fear. “Sweetie, I will always love you, and that means that I will always be right here. If you’re ever feeling sad or lonely, just think of me. I promise I’ll be thinking of you, too. And in that moment, we’ll be together…”
>”Anon, I’m scared…”
>You sigh. “I’m scared too, Sweetie Belle…”
>You can hear heavy hoofsteps approaching. Time is running short.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Jy0k6WZGAY
>You place a finger under Sweetie’s chin and tilt her head up. You give her a gentle smile and kiss her tenderly
>You hear a few of the nearby ponies gasping in shock and disgust as your fillyfriend passionately returns your kiss with her soft, sweet lips.
>Fuck them. You’re already going to jail anyways.
>The heavy hoofsteps finally arrive.
>”Ponyville PD!”
>”I have eyes on the suspect!”	
>”Sir, step away from the girl immediately and get down on the floor!”
>You release Sweetie Belle from the kiss and give her a reassuring smile as you comply with the police and lie down on the floor on your stomach.
>Sweetie screams as the police pin you down and cuff your hands behind your back. “Please! Don’t take him! I’ll do anything! Please don’t take Anon! I love him…”
>”Blue Line!” one of the police ponies barks. “Secure the filly!”
>You grimace as one of the ponies wraps his forelegs around Sweetie Belle and physically restrains her thrashing form.
>The officers read you your rights and then hoist you up and begin dragging you away.
>Sweetie Belle struggles against the officer holding her back. “Anon! I’ll wait for you, I promise! No matter how long it takes, I’ll wait! I love you…”
>You smile at her. “I love you too, Sweetie. Be good. I’ll see you really soon…”
>As the cops drag you out, you happen to glance at a few other faces.
>You can see Cheerilee. Her face is grim and stony. It’s the look of someone who has done the right thing, even though they didn’t like it.
>Apple Bloom and Scootaloo are both crying. They look more confused than anything, but seeing Sweetie in hysterics must be breaking them up.
>The last face you see is Rarity’s. She is crying as well, her mascara running heavily down her cheeks. She looks you in the eye for one split second before she has to avert her gaze in utter shame.
>Finally, the officers carry you through the door and out into the crisp afternoon air, and it is all over. 

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==EPILOGUE==
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>The Equestrian Judicial System is far more efficient than any one on Earth.
>You go to trial for your crimes the very next day.
>”Anonymous of Earth,” says the judge in a dispassionate and official tone, “you stand accused of soliciting sex from a minor, child endangerment, and corruption of a minor. How do you plead?”
>You clear your throat and step forward to be heard. “Guilty, your honor.”
>The judge sneers ever so slightly, betraying his disdain for you and your crimes despite his guise of impartiality. “Very well then. This court finds the defendant guilty of all charges.” He bangs his gavel to seal your fate.
>”Now, as for your sentence…”
>You brace yourself for this part. The legal counsel you spoke with last night told you to prepare for anywhere from ten to twenty years in the dungeons of Canterlot. Then you told him which judge was going to be hearing your case and he simply shook his head and told you that it was nice knowing you.
>Just as the judge opens his mouth to speak, the bailiff approaches the bench carrying a fancy scroll with a silver seal. The judge’s eyes go wide, and he opens the scroll with all due haste. After scanning through it, he bangs his gavel again. “This court will adjourn for a 15 minute recess while I consult with a…legal expert in my quarters.”
>You return 15 minutes later, and the seemingly mollified judge hands down a much lighter sentence than expected in the minimum-security Blacknettle Castle, citing “extenuating circumstances” surrounding your case.
>As you stand up to be escorted to prison, you catch a glimpse of a dark blue, starry tail passing through the hallway outside and you immediately realize just what those “extenuating circumstances” were.
>You smile the whole way as the bailiff escorts you to the cart that will take you to Blacknettle.
>Once there, the police ponies escort you to your cell, push you inside, and lock the barred door behind you.
>It’s actually nicer than you were expecting. The cell is roomy, and you have a pretty view of the mountains out of your small, barred window.
>Your cellmate turns out to be a scrawny unicorn named Silver Glimmer who is in prison for tax evasion. He seems like a pretty decent guy, and looks to be much more scared of you than you are of him, which is a huge relief.
>As the sun sets, you settle in on your cot and meditate on your situation. You won’t be in here for too long, the conditions seem livable, and they tell you that Blacknettle has a magnificent library that you can rent books from. You’re excited to see just how extensive your choices are tomorrow.
>All in all, it’s not too bad. Even if it was bad, you would suffer it gladly for Sweetie Belle’s sake.
>Sweetie Belle…
>You murmur her name quietly as you drift off to sleep. 
>You find yourself soaring high above Blacknettle Castle, twirling and looping as free as a bird as you rocket through each successive layer of the atmosphere.
>Eventually, you fly higher than the blue sky, and the starry wonders of the universe beyond it reveal themselves to you.
>You are drawn once again to a familiar nebula. 
>Princess Luna is already waiting for you when you touch down.
>She gives you a bright smile. ”Hail to you, brave Anonymous! I hope you are not finding Blacknettle too disagreeable.”
>You shake your head. “Not at all. It seems pretty nice…for a prison. I’m guessing I have you to thank for that?”
>She nods sagely. “I am glad you approve. And yes, your light sentence in Blacknettle was my doing. I am not sure if you realize it yet, but I made it so that you will be released on the day before Sweetie Belle legally becomes an adult…”
>You softly chuckle. “Huh. No, I hadn’t figured that out yet. That’s really cool of you, Princess Luna. Why release me on the day before, though?”
>She grins impishly. “So you have time to buy the engagement ring, of course!”
>You blush brightly as Luna giggles childishly.
>Eventually, she settles down and returns to her normal, dignified manner. “Now Anonymous, I have three other boons that I would grant you in recognition of your courage. Are you prepared to receive them?”
>”Yeah,” you say sincerely, “By all means, Princess…”
>Luna nods. “Very well then. For your second boon, I grant you this…”
>The Princess of the Night quite suddenly leaps forward and embraces you, resting her forehooves on your shoulders and wrapping you in a soft, feathery cocoon with her wings. You gasp, but quickly melt into her warm, soft grasp, sighing in pure ecstasy.
>Luna nuzzles you. “Brave young Anonymous, your self-sacrifice to save Sweetie Belle was one of the most wondrous things I have ever seen. In an increasingly cynical and self-centered world, such a noble and loving act shines all the brighter. When last we met, you asked for royal snuggles, and by the moon, you shall have them whenever you so please!”
>Luna hugs you tighter and you can’t help but rub your cheek against the silky smoothness of her coat. It’s like fresh linen times a thousand…
>You could stay like this all night.
>You really could.
>But your curiosity gets the better of you. You have to see what other gifts Luna has in store for you. “So, Princess…what are these other boons you speak of?”
>Luna releases you and backs away. She fires up her horn and a pink door appears before you.
>”Anonymous, I am well aware that there are many who wronged you. As such, I offer you the gift of vengeance. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were humiliated, but they have still not learned their lesson. Due to their age, they cannot face legal punishment, but I am not so squeamish in dealing out justice.”
>The pink door cracks open, and you see Diamond Tiara running for her life through a ruined city. She ducks into the wreckage of a house to catch her breath, only to hear heavy breathing behind her.
>She turns around to find herself with the sharp teeth and evil eyes of the same demonic Sweetie Belle that haunted you in your oasis dream. She screams at the top of her lungs and gallops away, but the thing floats inexorably after her, steadily gaining ground.
>You shut the door with a vindicated smile on your face. “That’s a pretty cool Sweetie monster now that I’m not the one having to deal with it.”
>Luna chuckles and then replaces the pink door with a blue one. This one opens and reveals Rarity. She seems to simply be going about her normal day. However, every once in a while, she’ll look in a puddle or a mirror or a glass of wine, and she will see your face and be stricken with intense guilt and shame. As the dream goes on, she sees you in more and more places until she looks upon her star sapphire tiara and sees you reflected six times in every gem.
>She breaks down crying.
>You close that door too. You’re not sure you really want to see Rarity torture herself like that.
>Luna smiles bitterly. “I know that you try not to blame Rarity, but she did prostitute her younger sister. Luckily, she is full of guilt and remorse over this fact, and eager to make it up to both Sweetie Belle and to you, for having to take the fall for her. I think you can expect very luxurious care packages and frequent visits from her every week while you’re in prison…” 
>A taste of vengeance was pretty nice, but you’re really curious about Luna’s final gift. “Thank you for all of your gifts so far, Luna. They’ve been wonderful. Can I ask about your final one?”
>Luna grins at you. “You most certainly may, Anonymous! I believe I have saved the best for last…”
>You fidget impatiently as Luna’s horn lights up again. This spell takes much longer, and judging by the intense look on Luna’s face, it seems far more involved than anything else you’ve seen her do. You can even swear that you can feel her telepathically tugging at your insides a few times as she does it.
>Finally, the aura disappears from her horn, and she cries out triumphantly as a pink mist begins to emanate from the far end of the wisp of gas you’re currently standing on.
>You watch the mists carefully, and raise your eyebrows inquisitively as you notice that the figure of a pony seems to be emerging from out of it.
>Finally, the pony clears the mist and comes into view. Your heart leaps into your throat when you realize that it is Sweetie Belle.
>Her eyes light up when she sees you, and she rushes forth to greet you.
>You get down on your knees and let her come to you. She leaps into your arms and kisses all over your face. “Anon! I miss you so much already!”
>You hug her tight and rock gently back and forth. You know this is just a dream, but she feels exactly like the real Sweetie Belle. “I miss you too, Sweetie…”
>Luna coos softly. “You two are very cute together, indeed.”
>You sigh and run your hand through Dream-Sweetie’s mane. “She’s amazing, Princess Luna. But…I’m sure I was already going to dream of Sweetie Belle…”
>Sweetie creases her brow. “Woah! Wait, wait, wait. This is my dream. I’m dreaming of you, Anon!”
>You both look over to Princess Luna, who’s just barely stifling a laugh. “Anonymous, Sweetie Belle…the love you hold in your hearts has formed a powerful, magical bond. It was possible for me to use this magical energy to serve as the foundation of a stable liminal channel through which your subconscious thaumaturgical essences could freely comingle.
>You scratch your head. “Ummmm…what?”
>Luna grins. “As long as you two maintain your powerful bond, the channel will remain stable and you will be able to share one another’s dreams. Anonymous, as you hold Sweetie Belle in your arms, she is experiencing it in her own dreams, and vice versa. This, Anonymous, is my last and greatest boon to bestow upon you.”
>You and Sweetie Belle look at each other in disbelief. You reach out to gently caress Sweetie’s cheek, and she holds your hand against her face with her hoof, smiling softly.
>”So…” Sweetie ponders, “Is this just for tonight, Princess Luna?”
>Luna shakes her head. “No, dear Sweetie Belle. As long as you two love each other, you may share every night together…”
>You and Sweetie stare deep into one another’s eyes.
>Luna sighs dreamily. “I can see that you two want to be alone. I shall take my leave.”
>You tear your eyes away from Sweetie just long enough to bow your head to Luna. “Princess, this is incredible. Thank you so much for this, and for everything.”
>Sweetie smiles and waves. “Yeah, Princess Luna! You’re the best! Thank you so much…”
>Luna bows graciously. “You are both quite welcome. It is always so refreshing to see such love blossoming in this world. Take care of one another, and remember to always let love be your guiding light…”
>Princess Luna fades, and so too does the vast, starry sky.
>You and Sweetie are alone in a void.
>Her pale green irises pierce into you as she gazes at you. “Anon, why did you have to go away?”
>You kiss her softly. “It was for you, Sweetie Belle. So you could have a normal life.”
>Sweetie frowns. “I…I guess I understand. It’s nice seeing Apple Bloom and Scootaloo and Rarity, but I miss you so much…”
>You hug her tight. “I miss you too, Sweetie Belle. But I’ll be out of here before you know it, and now, we can spend every night together…”
>Just then, the two of you touch down on top of a windswept ridge overlooking a vast dreamscape.
>Steep mountains and broad, peaceful valleys are complimented by enchanted forests and gleaming castles with spires of white stone that rise up to pierce the heavens.
>You are both awestruck as you look out over the alien world.
>You take Sweetie’s hoof in your hand and gently nod to her.
>She smiles and nods back. “I think I’m actually going to look forward to going to bed at night, Anon.”
>You squeeze her hoof and smile right back. “Me too, Sweetie. Me too…”
>The two of you leap off of the ridge together and take flight, gliding effortlessly over the vast expanses of your dream world as you set out for new adventures hand in hoof.

==FINIS==


Thanks for reading the story I have decided to entitle ''Sweet.'' 

It is 41,535 words long and was written over a period of 15 days, from April 14th to April 29th, 2015. The Word document I wrote it in is 80 pages long with 12 point font.

If you have any comments or story requests, I can be reached at tavifag@derpymail.org