Flirty Belle 3

>Day 'Children are literally demons' in Equestria

>Its been four days since your vow to never go outside again.

>Sweetie Belle hasn't come by even once in that time.

>So either she's gotten the hint, or she's planning something big.

>Your thoughts are interrupted by a poke in the arm.

>Looking over, you see Twilight. "Anon, I need you to get some celery."

"Why? You spend more energy digesting it than what you actually get from it."

>Purplesmart blinks. After a moment, "I need you to get some celery."

>You glare at her.

>She stares back.

>A few minutes pass before her horn glows faintly and a small bag floats between the two of you. It floats forward and drops onto your lap, the jingling of coins heard from within.

>"Don't get it from Sally Celery. It's poor quality and half rotten."

>Sighing, you snatch up the bag and move for a coat.

>You reach for your big black one, but decide against it.

>It's not like there are other 5 foot bipeds living in town.

-

>The town market is the same as usual.

>Ponies buying and selling and other such stuff.

>Unfortunately, every celery vendor oh so conveniently sold out just before you arrived.

>Which means you have to go for Sally.

>And, of course, there's a long as fuck line wrapping around nearly the whole block. Sighing, you take a place.

>A few minutes later you find yourself grumbling angrily. Some idiot is holding up the line.

"Honestly, why does everyone want celery for?"

>The crowd ahead all mutter their own varied reasons for wanting it. Things like soup ingredients, salad additives, addictive drugs, those sorts of things.

>Though they may have been joking about that last one.

>Finally, after fucking forever, you're at the front. You look at the vendor.

>"Howdy! I take it you want some of my fine celery?"

"Why do you look like Applejack?"

>"I have no idea what you're talking about, partner. Would you like some celery?"

>Shrugging, you toss the little bag her way. She replaces it with a massive roll of slightly browning celery.

>"Here you are!"

 

"Uh... thanks."

>Reaching down, you struggle slightly to lift up the heavy bale of green.

>Celery in tow, you begin the long trek home.

-

>When you get back to the magical library, you find Twilight talking to some fushia mare.

>They both turn to you when you enter, the newcomer smiling but Twilight is upset.

>"Anon! I told you to get the good celery!"

"They were sold out. Who's your friend?"

>She smiles at you. "I'm Cheerilee. Nice to finally meet you, Anonymous."

>You continue hobbling forward, looking for a place to dump 50 pounds of celery without it crashing through the floor.

>Eventually you figure on top of Twilight is good enough, though her yelp of surprise suggests otherwise.

>Your attention back on Cheerilee, she continues.

>"You see, I run the school here in Ponyville and--"

"Nope."

>She blinks in surprise. "I haven't even told you what I'd like yet..."

"Yeah, well, you're from the school. The school means young ponies. Which means Sweetie Belle. No thanks."

>The mare rolls her eyes. "Anon, I know there's been... a few things floating around about you and Sweetie, but I assure you, she's not going to make a fool of herself at the talent show. I'm screening every performance."

>You don't look very confident in her abilities.

>But, well, you don't have anything else to do.

>Maybe everything will be just fine?

>"A-Anon, help me... the celery is... too heavy."

"That's nice."

-

>A few days later, Cheerilee returned to the library, bringing you over to where all the talent crap would be going down.

>She told you that, as a judge, you'd need to give a rating from 1 to 10 on the performance.

>The teaching pony herself was also a judge, but she wouldn't tell you anything about the third one.

>Which just left you to, well, sit and wait for ponies to start showing up for the damn thing.

>"Anonymous?"

>You look over to Cheerilee.

>"I understand you're not overly excited, but I think the fillies and colts would appreciate it if you at least smiled during their performances..."

 

"Even if they're absolutely terrible and they should be ashamed of themselves for performing them."

>She frowns at you. "Yes! Especially if they're terrible!"

>You laugh bitterly. "Okay, sure. Where is everyone anyway?"

>As soon as you said that, the door to the makeshift theatre bursts open, and a storm of youths flood in.

>Oh no. OH NO.

>Thinking fast, you step to the side, putting Cheerilee between yourself and the approaching mob, hoping she'll be able to reign them in before terrible things happen.

>"Anon? What are you doing here?"

>You pale, and every so slowly turn around to see... her.

>Sweetie Belle, and her little friends too.

"...I'm a judge."

>She gasps. "Really? That's wonderful! Oh, this is great!"

>Sweetie Belle begins bouncing on the spot, her excitement growing and her bounces slowly inching toward you.

>Apple Bloom is also smiling at you, for some reason. "Howdy, Anon?"

"Hi. Cheerilee, help me please. They're getting closer!"

>Much to your horror, Cheerilee is no longer behind you, or even in the general vicinity. Why? Why now?

>Apple Bloom frowns. "Uh, Cheerilee's not here, Anon."

"I noticed--Sweetie Belle let go of my leg."

>The white filly looks up at you, pupils as big as... larger than normal Oreos.

>"But it's so warm!"

"It doesn't belong to you! Off!"

>You awkward reach down a pluck her off, setting her down a few feet away.

>She pouts. "Fine! I guess you don't like hugs..."

>Scootaloo rolls her eyes, briefly glancing toward her two friends.

>Rarity's sister smiles suddenly. "Oh well! I'm sure you'll, um, love the song I'll be singing! I picked it out special! Just for you!"

 

"...Sweetie, you didn't pick anything out special for me. Cheerilee screened every performance in advance, and you didn't know I was going to be here."

>"Y-You don't know that! I have connections!"

"Sure you do."

>She gives you a look that greatly troubles you. "Well, I guess I'll just need to change my song, won't I?"

 

>Before you can object, she rushes away, out the door to the theatre. Fuck.

>You look about for a nearby seat and fall into it.

>The remaining two crusaders share a look, before Apple Bloom cautiously steps forward.

>"So, uh, Anon?"

"What is it?"

>"What did Sweetie need that banana for anyhow? She only said you wanted it."

>You glance up at the ceiling, hoping for something to fall on you. Nothing comes.

-

>By the evening, everything is ready.

>Cheerilee randomly chose the order for the performances, to ensure there'd be less bias or some shit.

>The other judge arrived just in time too.

>Though how Cheerilee got Luna to be a judge you hadn't a clue.

>Nor did you know why the princess of the night was wearing shutter shades and a golden chain necklace, and talking as though she was from the hood.

>Combined with her usual Shakespearean drawl, it was more or less impossible to tell what she was saying.

"Princess, seriously, what are you doing?"

>"We art learning the native tongues of the ponies and zebras of thy cities Detrot and New Mareleans, fool. Now, where art thou bitches and hoes be?"

>You just stare at her.

>The mare blushes slightly, floating a little book out of purse she has with her.

>"Hm, perhaps it is this word? We are verily new to these... modern tongues."

>It was there you tuned her out, and just in time for the show to begin.

>Understandably, it went about as well as any school talent show.

>Immature as fuck prepubescent balls of innocence put on weird little displays of things they were good at.

>Considering how the talents of nearly all of them were all but sewn to their behinds, the displays were predictable as fuck.

>Twist showed off her candy. Truffle Shuffle ate the candy. Diamond Tiara showed off her talents in slave labour and Silver Spoon showed her efficiency as a slave worker.

>At least you think that's what they were doing. You gave them at 3 either way.

>Oddly, but not really unexpectedly, Cheerilee gave everyone at least a 5.

 

>Luna herself votes all over the place.

>Though Pipsqueaks absolutely disgusting pirate... thing, got a 10 from her.

>And a not-suspicious-at-all wink.

>Finally, came the moment of truth.

>Cheerilee stood, sort of from her seat and called the last performer.

>"Last but not least is Sweetie Belle!"

>The crowd smiles to themselves like talking horses often do. The pit in your stomach begins contorting into a blackhole.

>It only eases slightly when, after about 30 seconds, nothing happens. I-Is she gone?

>Perhaps there is a god after all...

>As the stage darkens, your faith is solidified. There is a god.

>And he's an asshole.

>There's a bit of shuffling, presumably set-up for the act, whatever it might be.

>Sweetie said a song. And while she's capable of singing, there are a lot of... interesting songs. She might have even made it herself.

>And that option scares you the most of all.

>Suddenly there's a bright flash, which blinds the crowd ever so slightly.

>As your vision returns you see something absolutely horrifying.

>Sweetie Belle is standing up, wearing a dark plum colored outfit. This time around there's no saddle.

>But with it her hair is all straightened out, and, oh god, she's wearing eye liner.

>And to top it all off, she's leaning on something long, tall and hard.

>A pole.

>Fuck EVERYTHING!

>Before you can scream in horror, her horn glows ever so slightly, and a song begins to play.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nv3M5OvCJuQ

>She begins shaking her hips back and forth to the beat of the song.

>You cringe in horror. No, please.

>Glancing about the crowd seems wholly confused.

>Just before the filly begins to sing, you hear Cheerilee mutter, "I don't remember this being part of the act..."

>"You let me violate you..."

>She swings on the pole, holding on right beside it, facing the crowd.

>Her eyes move to you. "You let me desecrate you..."

>Sweetie pulls herself toward the pole, rubbing her chest upon it. "You let me penetrate you..."

 

>Luna's shades fall off as the filly gives the metal rod a seductive lick, her eyes closed.

>The filly winks at you, in both senses of the word.

>"You let me complicate you..."

>She swings back to her initial position, before lean down, her ass heading up into the air, tail swinging.

>"Help me! I broke apart my insides!"

>She trusts her behind forward, her tail flopping about wildly with every verse.

>"Help me! I've got no soul to sell!"

>"Help me! The only thing that works for me..."

>She does a jump, turning 180 degrees to face your sweating face.

>Frozen in shock, you can't pry your eyes away from her. What the fuck is this shit?

>"Help me get away from myself!" She throws her head up dramatically, before a sinister grin comes onto her face.

>She looks right at you.

>"I want to buck you like an animal!"

>Sweetie slides forward onto her stomach. "I want to feel you from the inside."

>Your eyes go wider and wider. You're surprised they haven't rolled out.

>She creeps forward ever so slowly. "I want to buck you like an ANIMAL!"

>The filly sits up, bringing her forehooves to her cheeks. "My whole existence is flawed..."

>"You've brought me closer to god!"

>Cheerilee drops out of her seat, probably from the shock.

>Rarity's demonic relative places her hooves back down, pushing her behind back, her face red from the friction being put upon nethers.

>"You can have my isolation..."

>She sighs, "You can have the hate that it brings."

>You glance over to the Luna, who is... bobbing her head along to music, a creepy smile of her face.

>"You can have my absence of faith." She begins shrinking down into a little white and pink ball.

>Clenching her eyes shut, she almost whispers, "You can have my everything..."

"I-I don't want it..."

>She props herself up with a hoof, leaning on it seductively. "Help me, tear down my reason!"

"No..."

>"Help me, it's your sex I can smell."

>You flinch as she takes a visible whiff of the air. She licks her lips.

 

>"Help me! You make me per-fect!"

>She stalks over, her hips gyrating from side the side as she nears the edge of the stage.

>"Help me become somep0ny else!"

"No! NO!"

>A sudden surge of adrenaline gives you the power to flip the table blocking your escape. Without a moments hesitation you rush the fuck out of there.

>You end up pushing what you think is a white marshmallow out of the way in the process, but assault charge be damned.

>You will not fuck that horse!

>A few minutes later in the theatre, the dust has settled and Cheerilee is up again to figure out what the actual fuck.

>Rainbow Dash chuckles to herself. "Damn, Rarity, your sister has moves!"

>The fashionista is starting forward at nothing in particular, as she has been since her sister's performance began.

>"What are you talking about? I don't have a sister. And she's definitely not wearing my make-up."

>"Most definitely not."