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*Original author is Anon*
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Prompt:
>"By all means, Anonymous, enjoy yourself. It IS a party. I'll just be keeping an eye on your... behavior. My sister is here, after all."
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>You've had a few
>You sit down on the couch next to a cute girl with big, curling purple hair
"Hey, hot stuff."
>She gasps as you pull her against you and run a hand down her side
>"Um..."
"You are. By FAR. The hottest girl I've eber seen. We should spent time together."
>"Ummmm..."
>You pat her on the hip a few times
"Sho what are you doing here all by yerself?"
>"I'm with friends... they're... d-dancing..."
"Ohh. I'll be your friend until they get back."
>You hike up her skirt and explore her warm, sweaty inner-thigh
>"Oh my god."
>The side of your thumb brushes against her panties
"Your hair smells really clean. Man!"
>"Oh my god. Oh my god."
>She takes a sharp breath as you press your index finger into her crotch
"Tell ya what. Let's go inta Celeshtia's room. I'm gonna get you up on the desk and and make you feel like a woman."
>"O-Ohhh my god. Um. I... ummm... o-okay, sir."
"Sir?"
>You laugh
"That's kinda hot. Keep calling me that."
>"...Okay. Sir."
"Whoa. Alright, I'm ready to go."
>She gasps again as you pick her up
>Her legs hang over one arm
>Her back presses into the other
>Your hand grips her small breast
"To infinity an beyo..."
>Someone grabs you by the chin and turns your head painfully to the left
>It's a girl with huge purple hair and one hell of a scowl on her face
>"What. In. The. WORLD. Do you think you are doing?"
"Huh? Uhh, I'm going to give her a good time. You want in?"
>She huffs and raises up her hand
>Expecting a slap, you squint
>"You... you deplorable, disgusting man! Sweetie Belle is TWELVE YEARS OLD!"
>A chill runs through your spine and into your stomach
>You look at the red-faced girl in your arms
>She's breathing heavily
"Oh. I didn't know you were twelve, man."
>Her eyes shift around nervously
>".....Sh-she's lying. I'm eighteen."
>Rarity yells and grabs your shirt collar
>The world spins
>Last thing you remember is laying on the floor, with Sweetie on your chest and Rarity at your throat

>"Hi, sir!"
>you cringe
>"H-Hey sir...I'd like to introduce you to my friends."
>she grabs your hand
"I, uh, s-sorry, I'm sort of..."
>she drags you along as you trail off
>Rarity is staring daggers at you
"Look, Sweetie Belle, I am REALLY sorry about-"
>"It's okay, sir!"
"No. No, it's not. It's not okay. Not at all."
>"Does my hair smell good, sir?"
"Oh God..."
>"I took a really long, hot bath. I cleaned myself all over."
>you wince at her attempt at a seductive voice
>"Like...I cleaned my...thing."
"Jesus Christ, Sweetie!"
>"It's really clean."
>you look back at Rarity
>she says something to Applejack and points at you
>Applejack looks at you and shakes her head in disapproval
"Hey, Sweetie Belle, I think your sister wants to-"
>"APPLE BLOOM! SCOOTALOO! MEET MY NEW BOYFRIEND!"

>"Uh, ain't he a little old?"
>goddamnit
>"Did you do it yet?"
>goddamnit
>you look back
>Rainbow Dash giving you a disgusted look as Rarity points in your direction
>goddamnit
>"No, but he touched me...down there..."
>they giggle
>goddamnit
"Oh, hey, your sister's waving me over...HEY, RARITY!"
>you wave to Rarity
>she just crosses her arms
"I think she needs me for something, girls! I better-"
>"Forget Rarity, sir. She's a..."
>Sweetie Belle's voice drops to a whisper
>"Bitch!"
"T-This...this is important, I better just go-"
>"Wait here, sir. I'll get us some refreshments."
>Sweetie Belle runs off
>Apple Bloom and Scootaloo are looking at you with huge grins
>"Did ya stick in her mouth?"
"No!"
>"Did you play with her butt?"
"Jesus, Scootaloo! No! I...I was drunk! I thought she was, I dunno, short or something! Like midgets and shit!"
>"Here you go, sir!"
>Sweetie Belle holds out a drink in a plastic cup

"Sweetie...is that an age-approriate drink?"
>she just smiles
>you cautiously take the cup
"Oh, it's just punch. You had me worried."
>you take a sip
>this is not an age-approriate drink
"Sweetie, someone spiked the punch. Don't-"
>Sweetie's chugging her drink
"Sweetie! Don't drink that!"
>you want to grab Sweetie and make her stop drinking but you don't Rarity to think you're trying anything
"S-S-Stop that!"
>you wag finger at her
"Y-You shouldn't do that! You're too young!"
>"I'm eighteen."
"No, you're not! Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, can you-"
>Apple Bloom and Scootaloo are gone
"Oh, hey, your friends are gone! Maybe you should go look for them!
>"Or, uh, maybe we go up to my room, sir?"
"B-But the party's down here. You don't want to miss the party, right?"
>"Well...there's...there's a party...in my thing."
"Sweetie, I really think we'd both be happier if we-"
>"MAKE ME A WOMAN!"
"NO!"
>"I'M EIGHTEEN!"
>Sweetie steals your drink and starting chugging it down
"Fuck! Shit! Goddamn son of a bitch!"
>you here a gasp
>Twilight is standing right next to you
"Twilight, can you help me out here? The punch is spiked, and-"
>"Not only are you using foul language in front of Sweetie Belle, but you're just standing there and letting her drink spiked punch?"
>Twilight swipes the now empty cup from Sweetie's hands
>"I'm telling Rarity about this."
>"Rarity's a BITCH, right, sir?"
>she's already getting drunk
>"Rarity's a BITCH and...and she likes sucking on boy's THINGS!"
>Twilight storms away
>"Tell her...hey! Hey, Twilight! tell to her quit sucking on so many things!"
>god fucking damnit

>Sweetie Belle is tugging on your arm
>"Come on, sir! Let's go to my room! To infinity and...stuff!"
>you notice people dancing
>you get an idea
"H-Hey! Let's dance first! Want to dance with your boyfriend?"
>"Yeah, let's dance! And then, uh, then...we become women."
"And then we become women, yes."
>you think she's just going to tire herself out and she'll fall asleep when she take you to her room
>what actually happens is she rubs her ass against you
>"I'm eighteen!"
"Yeah...you're eighteen..."
>"She's not eighteen."
>Fluttershy was apparently within earshot
>"She's twelve, Anon."
"I know."
>"Oh my..."
"Okay, see, the punch was spiked-"
>"Please don't act on your urges."
"WHAT?!"
>"I understand that you can't control what you feel..."
"No! No, no, no! There's nothing to control! I don't want to bang Sweetie Belle!"
>Fluttershy looks down at Sweetie Belle, who now humping your leg
"I kind of hit on her at that last party- OH, GODDAMNIT!"
>"You aren't grooming her, are you?"
"I am not fucking grooming anyone, Fluttershy!"
>"Sir thinks I smell really clean!"
>Fluttershy holds your hand and spends the next few minutes talking about safe ways to satisfy your non-existent urges as Sweetie Belle grinds against you

>Fluttershy leaves
>is likely going to tell everyone you're a pedophile
>"S-Sir...I don't feel so good..."
>Sweetie Belle's head is at crotch level
"Get to the ba-"
>Sweetie Belle throws up
>on your crotch
>"S-Sorry, sir."
"It's okay. Maybe you should go-"
>she takes your hand and leads you into the bathroom
"Do...do you need help cleaning up?"
>she wets a washcloth and starts rubbing your crotch in a completely non-sexual sort of way
"That's okay! I can-"
>you hear the door opening
"SHE THREW UP ON ME!"
>"Hey, Sweetie's boyfriend!"
>it's Apple Bloom
>she's drinking spiked punch
>"Don't tell my sister this, but...what flavor is this?"
"It's alcohol."
>"I think I like alcohol more than apples!"
"You shouldn't be drinking that."
>"Ah, y'all are just like my sister! Your an APPLE NAZI!"
"I mean-"
>Apple Bloom does Nazi salute
>"HAIL THE APPLE DICTATOR! CAN'T LIKE NO OTHER FRUIT THIS HERE HOUSEHOLD!"
"Alcohol isn't a fruit, Apple Bloom!"
>"JUST LIKE PEARS, RIGHT?!"
"And where's Scootaloo?"
>"CHECK OUT MY TITS!"
>Scootaloo jumps out and sticks out her chest
>she's stuck balloons up her shirt
>"HEY! HEY! LOOK AT MY TITS!"
>she's screaming loud enough that people nearby can hear
>people can see Sweetie Belle still wiping you off
>someone takes out there phone and presumably starts calling the police
"I'M CLEAN, SWEETIE! I'M CLEAN!"
>"I'm really clean!"
"Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, can you help me get..."
>Apple Bloom is too busy going on her "Apple Nazi" rant
>Scootaloo is too busy showing off her boobloons
>you pick up Sweetie Belle and leave the bathroom
>you look at Rarity
>she looks livid
"I'M TAKING YOUR LITTLE SISTER UP TO HER ROOM. I'M NOT GOING TO MOLEST HER."
>the music suddenly stops
>everyone goes quiet
>there's an uncomfortable silence as you carry Sweetie Belle back to her room

>you dump Sweetie Belle on her bed
>you think about what your new name should be when you leave town to start a new life
>you notice the door knob isn't turning
>"My door knob needs to be fixed, so don't close the door all the way."
>the door won't open
>"But, um, h-hey, while you're hear, why don't we...do it?"
>the door still won't open
>"Yeah, I'm...I'm really good at doing it. I got a bunch of ribbons for doing it...in doing it contests."
>she points to a collection of ribbons on the wall that have nothing to do with excellence in having sexual intercourse
>"And, um, my boobiess are going to come in any second now."
>you immediately turn back around when she starts taking off her dress
>"See? I have a training bra. But, like, it's a really big training bra."
>you don't look at her "really big" training bra
>"Yeah, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are always like 'Sweetie Belle, we're so jealous of your boobies and really clean smell! You must have a million boyfriends!'"
"S-Sweetie Belle..."
>"Yes, sir?"
"Could you put your dress back on?"
>"Okay."
>KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
>"ANON! WHAT'S GOING IN THERE?!"
>it's Rarity
>she doesn't sound entirely convinced by your announcement that you aren't going to molest her little sister
"The door knob's broken, but don't worry! We're both fully cl- OH GOD!"
>Sweetie Belle is not fully clothed
"You said you were going to put your dress on!"
>"I lost it."
>you see her dress peeking out from under her bed
>you also see she's sitting there in her underwear
>"So...make your self comfortable, sir."
>"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING IN THERE?!"
"NOTHING! EVERYTHING'S FINE! WE'RE ALL WEARING CLOTHES IN HERE!"
>"No, we're not!"
>Sweetie Belle begins slipping off her panties
"IN FACT, SWEETIE JUST PUT ON MORE CLOTHES!"
>she starts walking over to you with her underwear around her ankles
"I THINK I'LL PUT ON SOME MORE CLOTHES, TOO!"
>you back into a corner as Sweetie Belle slowly approaches you
>"Smell me, sir! I'm really clean!"

>you crawl around the room, trying to avoid Sweetie Belle and her exposed genitalia
>"ANON!"
>you heard Rarity's voice coming from outside
>"I FOUND A LADDER AND I SWEAR, IF EITHER OF YOU IS IN ANY STATE OF UNDRESS-"
>"WE'RE FINE!"
>Sweetie Belle, underwear still around her ankles, makes her way to the window
>"GO AWAY!"
>"Oh my- SWEETIE BELLE, WHAT DID ANON DO TO YOU?!"
>"NOTHING! GO AWAY SO WE CAN DO IT!"
>"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!"
>"QUIET TRYING TO WEINER BLOCK ME!"
>you quietly slip inside the closet to hide from the half-naked prepubescent girl
>"SWEETIE BELLE, YOU WILL PUT YOUR CLOTHES THIS INSTANT!"
>"YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS I HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND YOU'RE SHY TO TALK TO APPLEJACK!"
>"WHA- I- THAT'S IT! WHEN I GET UP THERE, I AM...I AM GIVING YOU THE SPANKING OF A LIFETIME!"
>"Sir! Where are you, sir? Please save me from my mean sister, WHO WANTS TO HUG AND KISS APPLEJACK!"
>"I want no such thi- GOODNESS GRACIOUS, PULL UP YOUR- OH LORD!"
>you peek
>Sweetie Belle is throwing the contents of her underwear drawer at Rarity
>"YOU ARE SUCH A LEWD CHILD!"
>"AND YOU'RE A WEINER BLOCKER!"
>Rarity is away from the ladder, trying to dodge her sister's panties
>you might be able to escape if you're quick enough
>"SIR!"
>Sweetie grins widely as she notices you
>"ANON!"
>Rarity grows flushed with anger as she notices you
>both girls are closing in
>you reach into your pockets
"BACK, SUCCUBUS!"
>you throw spaghetti in their faces and run
>you forget about the ladder in your panic and jump from the second story window
>spaghetti flies from your pockets
>you tumble across the lawn
>you're sore
>you're covered in spaghetti
>everyone thinks your a pedophile
>"Hey, Nonny!"
>you look up to see Pinkie Pie
>"Sorry I'm late! Did I miss anything?"

"No."
>you walk away
>you go home
>you pack your things
>you move away
>nothing else of interest ever happens again in your life
>you die of old age
>your tombstone reads "HERE LIES ANON. HE NEVER MOLESTED ANY CHILDREN EVER."
THE END