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// Sweetie Belle (You're A Fine Girl) 
// Story: Scootabelle: One Shots 
// by Mister Phoenix 
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On a hot summer day, pegasus from the city of Cloudsdale came down to a lonely bar. It served The Wonderbolts after a hard day of training, while they talked about their home while drinking some Apple Cider.

Then there was a girl in this town, that works laying the drinks down onto the table and they say.

“Sweetie Belle, fetch us another round.” She serves them whiskey and wine

Sweetie Belle the adult mare that served them the drinks and own the bar.

The stallions always cry out to the young mare, “Sweetie you’re a fine girl, what a good wife you’ll be. You’re eyes can steal a pegasus away from the sky.”

“Thank you boys, you all to kind.” Sweetie smiled, while mopping up the floor.

Sweetie wears a braided chain, made from the finest silver from across the land. A locket that bears the name, of the mare that Sweetie loves.

She came on a summer's day, bringing gifts from far away. But she made it clear she couldn't stay, no sky was her home.

Sweetie Belle remember clearly, how honest and caring the pegasus mare was. How the unicorn fell deeply in love with the free spirit, how when the two kiss it felt like magic.

Sharing a romantic dinner under the moonlight, the pegasus gave her a silver locket.

Sweetie Belle couldn’t be more sad when she said that she had to leave, but the unicorn blushed how the orange pegasus spoke about Sweetie.

“Sweetie you’re a fine girl, what a good wife you’ll be. But my life, my lover, my lady is the sky.”

It just felt different when she spoke those words. With a kiss, she was gone, back up into the sky.

Sweetie used to watch the pegasus purple eyes, when she told her flight stories. Sweetie could feel the wind flowing through her mane, as she past the white clouds in the sky.

The pegasus had always told the truth, she was a honest mare. While Sweetie does her best to understand. At night when the bar close down, Sweetie walks through a silent town. Loving a mare who isn’t around, she can still hear her say.


“Sweetie you’re a fine girl, what a good wife you’ll be. But my life, my lover, my lady is the sky."