//------------------------------// // Chapter Two // Story: Sweetie // by StolenMemes //------------------------------// “Rarity, I’m scared…” Sweetie Belle hugged her elder sibling. “It’s okay, darling, Twilight got the best lawyer in Equestria to help you.” Sweetie Belle sniffled. “Really?” “Of course, dear! Besides…” Rarity leaned in towards Sweetie Belle. “That’s one of many benefits of being an element of harmony.” Rarity seemed lighten the mood with that statement as Sweetie Belle half laughed and smirked. Rarity and Sweetie Belle entered an office with a gray-coated stallion sitting at it with his chair turned towards the wall. “Ms. Sweetie Belle, is it?” He turned around to face the two. “Yes, Mr… Write?” Rarity responded. “Phoenix, Phoenix Write.” Rarity then noticed his cutie mark, a phoenix with a quill in it’s talon, and his weird, slicked back hair which seemed to stand up in the air, as he lent out his hoof to shake with his client. “I assume you are aware of what my sister and I dealing with, yes?” “Yes, and there’s good news and bad news. Which one you wanna hear first?” “Bad news.” Sweetie Belle finally looked up from the ground to join the conversation. “Alright, bad news it is.” Phoenix sat back in his chair. “We don’t have much evidence to support your argument…” This statement cause visible worry on booth the sisters’ faces. “However… the good news is that they don’t have much evidence either.” Rarity sighed in slight relief. “Well, I guess that’s not too bad.” Rarity paused. “But it’s not very good either.” “Here’s the evidence we do have.” Phoenix Writer then laid out a folder full of photos, medical documents, and other assorted papers. “It says here on these documents that Silver Strings has none of Sweetie Belle’s DNA on her except her lips.” He pulled out another document. “Now, here’s the smoking gun…” He looked at his client. “You see, we asked the Strings household if they, as well as Sweetie Belle, could take a lie detector test… However...” He paused once more and pointed at different parts of the document. “The Strings family refused… According to Mr. Strings, that is…” Rarity and Sweetie Belle looked at the stallion who now had a grin on his face. ONE YEAR AND SIX MONTHS LATER Rarity sat at her dining table reading the morning paper with a small cup of Earl Gray Tea in her hoof. Sweetie Belle came down the stairs with Silver Strings and packed her on the cheek. “Hey sis,” Sweetie Belle waved at her older sister. “Hello, darling.” “Silver and I are gonna go to Sugarcube Corner to hang out with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.” “Have fun.” The mare sipped her tea as the two left the boutique. She watched out the window as the couple trotted off towards the bakery before her head returned to the paper before her. ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE STRINGS HORROR HOUSE For some, it can be very hard to believe that in one of Ponyville’s many fine households, lied a very horrifying monstrosity of a home. When investigators first entered the home, all seemed well, there were family portraits on the walls and other kinds of things you would find in your average home, but the first things detectives noticed that seemed rather off were the fact that neither of the children’s rooms had decoration of any kind other than their musical instrument and locked door to the basement. Once detectives came back with a search warrant and were able to enter the basement, they found the true horrors of the house. In the center of the room was a table with shackles nailed down to the table. On the walls were different kinds of whips and shock collars. In one of the corners of the room lay a box with nails and a hammer, thankfully unused. Upon further investigation, it was discovered that failed musicians, Velvet Heart and Bronze Strings had been abusing their two daughters, Heart Strings and Silver Strings, using various torture methods such as whipping of the privates to punish them or to teach them of their strict beliefs. These atrocities would still be occurring to this day if it had not been for Heart Strings’ lie detector test and testimony at the trial of Belle vs. Strings, a case where defendant Sweetie Belle had been charged with statutory rape by the parents of Silver Strings, resulting in a unanimous 12-0 vote in Sweetie Belle’s favor, where she told about her horrible home-life and how horrible her parents were. Shortly after the trial, an investigation began which resulted in the life sentence of Velvet Heart and Bronze Strings. Today, however, we celebrate the one year anniversary of their arrests as today is now a town holiday - congratulate the Ponyville Police Department and their astonishing ability to keep Ponyville ranked in the three least criminal towns in all of Equestria. Hearth’s Warming was just around the corner. Snow fell to the ground in the streets of Ponyville as caroling could be heard loud and clear for all to hear. Foals were out and about, frolicking in the white blanket that covered the grounds and rooftops and families gathered by the fireplaces in their homes. Not to mention the may ugly sweaters worn by all. And a rather built, somewhat young stallion began uncomfortably making his way towards the front door of the Carousel Boutique. Rarity took another sip of her tea as she hear the doorbell ring. ‘I wonder who that could be?’ She thought to herself. She trotted over to the door opened it to find a familiar face staring at her. “Uhh, hey Rarity.” Officer Steel Cuffs nervously introduced himself. “Hello darling.” Rarity smiled at the him. “What brings you here on this fine morning?” the seamstress smiled at officer. “Well, I was uh, wondering if maybe you’d like to…” He mumbled something Rarity couldn’t pick up. “I’d like to what?” Rarity stared at him as he began to slightly sweat. “If you’d maybe like to go with me to the Ponyville Police Department carnival tonight?” He shyly asked her as he cringed and shut his eyes, fearing of a negative response from the mare. “I’d love to!” Steel Cuffs froze as he opened his eyes to see the beautiful mare standing before him. “What time do you want to go?” She asked him. “Um, I don’t know. I honestly didn’t think I’d get this far…” Steel Cuffs slightly laughed. “Does six sound good?” He asked her. “That’s perfect, darling!” Rarity hugged the stallion on her doorstep. “I shall see you at six o’clock!” “Six on the dot! Got it!” The officer saluted as Rarity went off to go get ready for her date.