Originally uploaded to Pastebin: June 12th, 2014
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>Something taps your leg.
>Ignore it.
>A few seconds later, another tap.
>Grumble and glare at your newspaper harder.
>A final tap, followed by a sharp pain.
"Gah fuc-- Wait, did you just -stab- me?!"
>Sweetie Belle beams at you, a bloodied sewing needle in her mouth.
>She spits it out and squeaks some kind of strange ethnic language at you.
>Further listening indicates she might be saying hello, but it's hard to tell.
"Shut up, Sweetie Belle."
>She does so.
"...Now whaddya want?"
>"H-Hi, Anon!"
"...Hi. Any reason why you just stabbed me in the leg?"
>"O-oh, did I do that? Silly me! Ha ha!"
>Sweetie Belle is...
>Awkward.
>Wouldn't have thought it, really.
>Rarity raised her to be a rather classy young mare, but as the years went by, her curious eyes and intelligent demeanour diminished in the face of something everyone goes through at some point.
>Adolescence.
>Glare at her.
>Your eyes quickly dart to her cutie mark and back to her face.
>She sees this and blushes.
>"S-see anything you like?"
"Not too fond of hearts and music notes, so no."
>Her singing voice is, for the lack of a better word, amazing.
>She'll go far in life if she hones her talents.
>-If- she hones her talents.
>But unlike Applebloom, who, at the shocking age of 15, had already started her own blacksmithing shop.
>Or Scootaloo, who, in a bizarre turn of events ended up as a demolitions mare--
>Sweetie Belle had forgone her Cutie Mark, deeming that chapter of her life "done" once she had received it.
>So she now concentrates on her new obsession.
>Boys.
>Colts.
>Disgruntled males.
>Like you.
>"So umm, how're things?"
>She grins at you.
>The sun catches on her braces and you wince.
"They're fine, Sweetie."
>Inspect your leg.
>It feels worse than it looks; a light flesh wound, it'll scab over.
>"That's so cool! Things are fine with me as well! Gosh, we have so much in common!"
>God dammit.
>All you wanted to do today was relax.
>Rarity hardly ever gives you a day off.
>It's bad enough living in her closet, but now you have to deal with her sister.
>Sweetie inspects the walls.
>"I like what you've done with the place!"
>She runs a hoof over the paint, and tries to sound haughty.
>"I for one would have gone for a beige colour rather than this sickening 'maroon', but then again I suppose it compliments the Feng Shui just fine."
"The wall is yellow, Sweetie."
>She bites her bottom lip hard and you can almost hear her internal screaming.
>"Um, I knew that; I was kidding! Don't you like jokes? Gosh, don't be such a dork, Anon!"
>Raise an eyebrow at her.
>"Unless you like being a dork. Then that's cool! I love dorks!"
>She blushes.
>"D-do you love dorks?"
"How the hell do you manage at school?"
>At "school" she cringes.
>Then sighs.
>"I get by..."
"You alright there?"
>"Yeah..."
>She pouts.
>"Suppose I'm just waiting for that special somepony, you know?"
"Uh, sure."
>Sweetie steps forwards, her movements mirroring that of a drunk before she flops onto your lap.
>You're sort of sat on the floor cross-legged.
>Not much room for furniture in a closet.
>"Oh Anon! Woe is me!"
"Did you learn that one from Rarity?"
>"...N-no-- listen! You -have- to do something for me!"
>Great.
>If Sweetie ever tries to get anything from you, Rarity won't allow you to say no.
>It was one of the many conditions for you living here.
>Granted, Sweetie hasn't asked anything -too- bad of you; most of her requests are inane things like "Tell me if I look fat in this, and be honest" and "Do you have a marefriend? You're not allowed to lie."
>You're only a few years older than her, so maybe that's why she keeps pestering you.
>Give a reluctant sigh.
"...What?"
>She smiles up at you, eyes sparkling.
>Hang on a siggedy second.
>Scramble to your feet, pushing her off you.
>Spin around on the spot, searching for the tiny shelf that has your calender on it.
>Grab it.
"No."
>Stare down in horror at Sweetie Belle, who's grinning from ear to ear.
"NO--"
>"Take me to prom!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"

"--NOT DOING THIS."
>"Anonymous, -please-!"
>Rarity glares at you.
>"Need I remind you who puts a roof over your head and puts food on your table?!"
"I don't own a table."
>"...Floor!"
>Sigh.
"You do, Rarity."
>She smirks at you.
>Sweetie Belle stands behind her.
>She's nice enough not to make faces or act like a massive bitch whilst Rarity shouts at you, but she knows she's about to get her wish.
>"Now. It is only a single night; I am not asking you to -marry- Sweetie Belle!"
>Sweetie visibly "hnngs" at the idea.
>"I shall supply you with clothes, all I ask is that you show my sister a good time! That is all!"
>Sweetie giggles and rushes off to do whatever the hell it is she does in her room.
>As she leaves, Rarity watches her go.
>A dark look crosses her face once her sister is gone, and she uses her magic to yank you down to her level.
>"Make no mistakes, Anonymous; if she comes home teary eyed I will remove the bones from your body."
>Her magical grip tightens.
>"But if you even -consider- doing anything "dirty" with her, I'll gladly skin you and use you as a fashion item."
"W-What kind of fashion item?"
>Her eyes narrow.
>"A cock-sock."
>Your heart skips a beat.
>"Am I making myself clear, Anonymous?"
"Crystal clear, ma'am."
>"Good."
>She relinquishes her grasp on you.
>"Now leave me be, I have to prepare your clothes."
>Gulp, nod, and walk towards the door.
>"Oh, and Anonymous?"
>Turn to her.
"Yes, Rarity?"
>She wordlessly pulls a pair of scissors off a shelf with magic, levitates a thin roll of fabric up to them, and cuts the roll in half.
>You don't hang around a second longer.
>"Ohmygosh, this is going to be  -great-, isn't it, Anon?!"
"Yeah. Great."
>Walk up the dirt road towards the school house.
>It's been built up somewhat over the years, thanks to Applebloom.
>There are a lot more buildings dotted around it, making up a complex of sorts.
>The prom is being held inside the original building.
>Stepping inside, you see that it's been cleared of desks and is now a sizeable space packed with ponies.
>A low dance beat is thumping the walls, and ponies bounce up and down in an awkward teenage clusterfuck.
>Sweetie can barely contain her excitement.
>You can barely contain your balls.
>They're squashed inside this tight suit Rarity put together for you.
>' It's tight as a reminder. If you try anything with her I'll crush them. '
>Shudder and immediately head for the punch bowl.
>A foreign exchange student is stood next to it, his mane coming down over his face.
>As is usually the case with alpacas.
>"Woah, man, what's up?"
>How the hell did he even see you through that?
>"Check out this sick punch, bro."
"Wh-what."
>"Niiiiiice."
"Who are you again?"
>"Wooooooah!"
>He trails off, mumbling to himself and making "whooshing" noises under his breath.
>You think he might be day dreaming about surfing.
>Fucking alpacas.
>However, you do indeed check out the punch.
>There's a bottle of pills between it and the alpaca.
>' Gnarly Gnights - For the most tubular of date-rapes. '
>Jesus.
>You avoid the punch bowl and move onto the other refreshments.
>"So did you want some punch?"
>Jump.
>Sweetie is stood at your side.
>She's wearing a cute little thing that Rarity tossed together in the space of 4 minutes.
>Literally just plucked a dirty towel off the bathroom floor, grabbed some drawing pins, a spool of pink thread, and somehow made a frilly red dress out of it.
>Gotta give her credit, she's good.
>"Umm, Anon?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry, spaced out. No, don't touch the punch, Sweetie."
>She grins.
>"Aww, don't want me getting drunk and... S-saucy?"
>She turns around and takes a step towards the alpaca and his ticket to fourth base.
>Grab her up in your arms and carry her to the other side of the room.
>She squeals the whole time.
>No one notices because of the music and the general commotion.
>Set her down and glare at her.
>She's blushing furiously.
>"Y-you're so strong!"
"Thanks, but really, don't do that again."
>"Oh. Em. Gee."
>...
>Fucking hell.
>Sweetie's glee vanishes and she instantly becomes more withdrawn, looking at her hooves.
>"Did you like, -seriously- bring -that- to prom?"
>Spin on your heel and look down at the newcomer.
>Diamond Tiara.
>She snickers at the pair of you.
"Oh. It's you. Where's Silver Spoon? I always thought she was prettier than you."
>Diamond twitches slightly.
>"She didn't come, she got sick."
"Pity. What do you want?"
>"Shut up, nerd; hey, Sweetie Belle, are you having a good time with this disgusting creature? Figures you'd bring him since you can't get a date with a normal pony."
>Sweetie doesn't answer, she just looks at the floor, a sad look in her eyes.
>"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
"Well maybe she would answer if you weren't acting like such a bitch. Just fuck off, Diamond, no one likes you."
>She simply laughs.
>"No need to be so nice to her, Anon; I know she's the only mare desperate enough to fall for you but that's no reason to stoop to her level."
"Wow. You're so pleasant and easy to talk to."
>The mare sneers.
>"I don't need your approval to do what I want, Anon. But what I can say is this: ditch Sweetie."
>Sweetie Belle looks up, shocked and hurt.
"I'm sorry?"
>"You heard me. You may be disgusting, but you're like, the most interesting thing here. I want to talk to you in private."
"Oh. Well sorry to piss on your cornflakes but that's not going to happen."
>Look down at Sweetie.
>She's smiling up at you.
>"Th-thanks, Anon..."
>The stereotype before you laughs.
>"This is rich! Are you being serious right now, Anon?! You can do -so- much better than her!"
"Weren't you saying that I was disgusting a second ago?"
>"Shut up, monkey, come with me."
"No."
>Diamond Tiara glares at you, then turns tail and walks off.
>Sigh and sit down next to Sweetie.
>She rests her head against you.
>"Thanks, Anon..."
"S'alright."
>Watch as Diamond disappears into the crowd.
>The music increases in tempo, and with it, the volume of the crowd.
>Sweetie doesn't seem too thrilled about matters.
>Nudge her with your elbow.
"What's up, Sweets? Aren't you happy to be here?"
>Sweetie sniffs
>"Sure, I guess; It's just Diamond."
>Frown.
"What about her? She's a bitch and has no friends, big deal."
>"I know, but, that doesn't stop what she says from hurting..."
>Snort.
"Please, she's just--"
>Sweetie looks up at you, her eyes full of crushed hope.
>You bite your tongue, preventing you from finishing your sentence.
"You really feel that bad, huh?"
>She nods.
>Fold your arms and readjust yourself in your seat.
>For a while you both sit still, watching Sweetie's classmates dance away.
>Sweetie sighs.
>"It's just... Why me? What did I ever do to get Diamond Tiara's attention?"
>You bite your lip.
"You're uh... Prettier than her?"
>"...What about my braces?"
>Shrug.
"Braces can be cute."
>"And what about my um, weirdness?"
"Everyone's a bit weird. People who say otherwise are liars."
>Sweetie turns to you, blushing.
>"That works, I guess."
>She leans up and tries to peck you on the cheek.
>Before she can, she sees something and retreats back to her spot.
>"Aww, did I interrupt?"
"Oh my. She graces us with her presence yet again."
>Diamond smirks at you.
>"Changed your mind yet, monkey?"
>Look down at Sweetie.
>She's avoiding looking at anything.
>Glance back at Diamond, stood proud and wearing some cheap shit that Rarity would never pass as a dress.
"You know what?"
>Diamond raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'll go with you."
>Sweetie's head twists up, the mare gawping at you.
>"Wh... A-anon?"
>Wink at her.
"Come on, let's go."
>Walk past Diamond, leaving Sweetie in a corner by herself.
>She watches you go, tears in her eyes.
>Diamond pushes past you, intending to lead and not follow.
>Look over your shoulder at your 'date' and mouth the words "trust me".
>As you pass the table, you nod at the alpaca.
>Through some sort of weird telepathy, he nods back and slides a cup of punch towards you.
>"Radical."
"Stop saying that; it'll never catch on."
>"Rrrradical."
>Diamond leads the way out the school house and into the night.
>She struts over to one of the buildings around the school.
>You think this one is the sports hall.
>Allow yourself to be dragged around the back of it.
>Out of sight and out of earshot, she turns to you.
>"So~"
"So."
>Set your drink on a water barrel next to a drainpipe.
>"Nice night?"
"You really trying to make small talk with me right now?"
>"You're right, it's a waste of time."
>She reaches up and plucks her tiara off her head, tossing it aside and messing up her mane with a hoof.
>"Let's just get straight to it~"
"What exactly do you think is going to happen here?"
>She pauses.
>"Anon, you know where this is going."
"I know where you -want- it to go, but uhh..."
>You glance back at your drink.
"...I think I'll give small talk another chance."
>Pick up your drink and sit on the grass, your back to the wooden panel wall.
>Your companion huffs and sits down next to you, shuffling over so that her head is resting on your shoulder.
>"Then I guess we can start again. Nice night?"
"I guess. You uh, smell good."
>She doesn't.
>"Thanks~ I wore this for you."
>Roll your eyes.
"You've never even been interested in me; you're just doing this to get at Sweetie Belle."
>She lets out a short laugh.
>"You're right, I am."
>Diamond turns her head to look at you.
>"I want to make her know that I can take away anything she loves."
>Give her a flat look.
"Why? What has Sweetie ever done to you?"
>Diamond shrugs, putting on an innocent face.
>"Oh, I don't know~ probably nothing; I just like watching her squirm."
>She develops a grin.
>"Just like I want to watch you squirm~"
>A hoof brushes over your pants.
>You raise your drink to your lips, then pause.
"I haven't had any in a while..."
>Diamond's smile widens.
>"Good! Then this is gonna work out well for both of us~"
>She makes circles with her hoof over your pants.
>"I get to ruin Sweetie's life and you get to cover my ass with your cum. Sounds like a great night to me~"
>Force a smile onto your face.
"Sounds kinda good when you put it like that."
>Offer her the cup.
"Want a drink before we get started?"
>Diamond takes the cup from you.
>"Oh, you're such a gentlecolt."
>She takes a huge gulp from it.
>Smile as she does so.
>"So~ Let's take off those pants."
>She starts fumbling with your belt buckle.
>Help her out, undoing it and slowly unzipping your pants.
>Diamond bites her bottom lip as she watches.
>"Mmm... I can almost smell it~"
>You stroke her face with a hand, bringing your lips closer to hers.
>She closes her eyes, whispering.
>"And I'm gonna enjoy riding your fat c--... zzzzz..."
>Aaaand she's out.
>Damn, that stuff works fast.
>Snort and stand up, shrugging her off you.
>Zip your pants up and empty the rest of the cup all over her.
"God, I thought people like you were made up by Disney to scare kids, but here we are."
>Nudge her ribs with a foot.
>She's completely still.
"Don't worry, I'll send someone to come and get you."
>She drools in her sleep and snorts.
>Stroll back across the grass to the prom hall.
>Pushing open the door, you head for the punch bowl.
>Though he doesn't even turn his head, the alpaca speaks up when you come into range.
>"Hey, dudebro."
"Hey. Behind the sports hall. Have fun."
>You think you see a smile form under all that hair.
>"Radical."
"Still not catching on."
>He shuffles out the door, and you go to find Sweetie Belle.
>She's sat in her corner still, trying to seem fine when in fact her make-up is smudged from her crying.
>Smile down at her, your hands on your hips.
>After a moment she notices you, and peers up, her eyes still moist.
>"A-Anon? Where's... umm... you know..."
"Eh, she fell asleep."
>Grin.
"I swear it was an accident."
>Sweetie studies your face carefully.
>A few seconds later she smiles.
>"O-oh... Oh!"
>The mare giggles.
>"That's... unfortunate."
"Very."
>Sweetie looks away at the dance floor.
>You take a seat next to her and watch the other ponies for a while.
>Glancing over at her, what she wants is obvious.
>She's just too shy to ask you.
>Rub the back of your head and try to forget everything you know about social reputation or dignity.
"So uh... wanna dance?"

>The school house empties out, couples going their separate ways and quiet laughter filling the night air.
>Sweetie is glued to your side, beaming from ear to ear.
>You turn your head towards the sports hall in the distance as you walk down the path.
>Two shapes are shrouded in shadow.
>One of them is moving their hips rhythmically.
>Fucking foreigners.
>"So did you have a great night?"
>Ponder this for a moment.
"Yeah, I guess I did."
>Sweetie is quiet for a moment.
>"Good! Let's um, go this way, I wanna show you something."
>Shrug and follow her.
>She takes you over to some trees off the beaten path.
>Once you're both surrounded by thick trunks, she rears up on her hind legs, placing her forehooves against a tree and showing you what lurks beneath her dress.
>"D-do you wanna do it?"
>You watch her back legs.
>She moves around slightly, and a thin twig gets snapped underhoof.
>Your face goes pale.
"Uh, no; n-no, I don't, never."
>Sweetie turns back to you, her lips quivering.
>...
>Her mouth lips, genius.
>"N-never?"
>Uh oh.
>"B-but we had such a great night! A-and couples are supposed to do this on prom night!"
>Back away from her, your hands held up.
"Woah now, not -every- couple, Sweetie."
>"But why not?!"
>She stomps her hoof, snapping another twig.
>You cringe.
>"Am I n-not good looking?!"
"You look great!"
>"Then why not?!"
"Because your sister will do things to me if I do!"
>She stares at you, unblinking.
>Her face contorts.
>"YOU MEAN YOU'RE SCREWING MY -SISTER-?!"
"What, no! No! I mean she'll--"
>"NO! You're NOT doing this to me, Anon!"
>Oh god oh god oh god.
>"I waited years for this! -Years-!"
>The waterworks come again.
>"A-All I ever wanted from you was -something- to show that you cared!"
"We've been living together for years! Of course I care!"
>"Then prove it!"
"Fine! I'll kiss you, will that help?"
>"NO!"
>This whole time, Sweetie was backing you up further into the trees, away from the path.
>"You kissed me three and a half years ago when we were playing spin the bottle at Applebloom's place while she was in the bathroom; you were wearing a purple shirt and white pants and I was wearing a cute red bow I had Rarity make me just for that one NIGHT!"
>Well that wasn't creepy in the slightest.
>"I want -more-, Anon. And if you don't, I'll tell Rarity that you ruined my prom night!"
>Shit.
"But if I do anything with you she'll kill me!"
>"She doesn't have to find out!"
"She always finds out-- IT'S RARITY!"
>"I don't care! Just give me this one thing, Anon!"
"I give you loads of things!"
>Your back hits a tree.
>"Give me something that has -meaning- then!"
"Oh come on, wasn't that perfume good enough?!"
>"The perfume I'm wearing now, you mean? I don't know, Anon, is it good enough? Does it make me any more attractive to you?!"
"I already said that you're attrac--"
>She stands up again and places her hooves on either side of you, trapping you against the tree.
>You could, of course, push her off.
>But then again, Rarity would obliterate you.
>You could also go along with her.
>But then again, Rarity would castrate you, -then- obliterate you.
"Come on, Sweetie, I took care of Diamond for you!"
>"...I-I know, and thank you for doing that for me."
>She sighs and gazes up at you.
>Even on her hind legs her face only reaches your chin.
>"...You're the only guy I like, Anon..."
>She sniffs.
>"No one else appeals to me but you..."
"I gathered, but is raping me in the woods really the best way to make me like you?"
>She giggles and blushes.
>"I dunno... It might be fun to do naughty things in the woods at night with your marefriend~"
"Woah, hey, we're not dating."
>"We are now, or else Rarity might hear bad things about tonight."
>...
"Are you... You're blackmailing me, aren't you."
>She nods happily.
>"Uh huh!"
"Fuck."

>"So, how did it go, Anonymous?"
>Rarity sizes you up.
>"Your clothes seem... Messy."
"Oh, I tripped up on the way home. Sweetie found it uhh, hilarious."
>Sweetie struts past behind Rarity, her own dress scuffed up.
>Your eyes watch her rear shake from side to side as she walks.
>Rarity moves into your vision.
>"Something you want to tell me, Anonymous?"
>Stare at her eyes, sweating.
"N-no."
>"I hope you're not lying, Anonymous."
>Sweetie returns to the room, no longer wearing her dress.
>She waves at you behind Rarity's back and runs a hoof over her curves.
>Your forehead becomes torrential.
"O-Of course not. Everything is fine."
>Sweetie skips past, humming.
>"Everything's fine, sis~!"
>Rarity snorts and gets out of your face.
>She strolls back up to her inspiration room and shuts the door.
>Sweetie rushes over to you, excitement clear in her features.
>"Sooo, what do you want to do now, coltfriend?~"
"I'm going to sleep."
>"Oh! Good idea!"
"Alone."
>Sweetie scrunches her face up.
>"RARI--"
>Clamp your hand over her mouth and drag her to your closet, shutting the door behind you and turning off the lights.
>Fucking Sweetie Belle.

The End.