Sweetie Belle Accidentally Becomes Famous on the Internet

by bahatumay


Consequences

Sweetie finished the song and then bowed, turning around in all directions as if she was in front of a large audience.

Apple Bloom gave her a thumbs up and made to turn off the camera, but Sweetie shook her head slightly. She stepped forward and began speaking normally.

“So next week is April Foal's Day,” she said, “and for my 'prank', I won't be performing bottomless. Hope you like me for my singing and not just the show I put on!” She made the 'cut' motion with a hand over her throat, and Apple Bloom turned off the camera.

“So you're done?” Scootaloo said, sounding a bit more excited than she should have been.

Sweetie giggled as she pulled off her lampshade. “Actually, I had another idea…”

***

Scootaloo's face was roughly the shade of an apple as she finished applying the pasty to her friend's chest. Apple Bloom watched from a safe distance. She'd won the best of nine Rock Paper Scissors tournament, and was enjoying her prize of not being the one to do it.

It also didn't help that Sweetie's figure wasn't what it used to be.

“How did you get Rarity to agree to cast this spell, anyway?” Scootaloo complained.

Sweetie paused. “Well…”

“Please, Rarity?” Sweetie pleaded. “You know it's temporary, like only a couple hours; and I just want to feel sexy like you for one night.”

Rarity looked down at her own chest and couldn't help but smile. While the quality of a lady was definitely not dependent on her cup size, it certainly didn't hurt. “I suppose it would be all right,” she said, lighting her horn.

“I just asked,” Sweetie said with a shrug. “She only gave me one size bigger, but that should be enough.”

“I'm already seeing more of your boobs than I want to,” Scootaloo groused before stepping back. “You're done.”

Sweetie grinned as she pulled her lampshade over her head. “Then let's get started.”

***

“Turns out your whole body is popular,” Scootaloo remarked dryly as she looked at the results of Sweetie's 'prank'.

Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but smile widely as she counted and recounted the number of likes. She’d never imagined this would turn out like this!

“Look, Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said. “I’m thinking with a great video like this, it’s time to, you know, hang up your lampshade.”

“Are you kidding?” Sweetie demanded. “This is only the beginning!”

Scootaloo sighed and let her head fall to hit the desk. “You’re going to regret this, too,” she warned. “What happens when something comes up that I can’t get you out of?”

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. “Like that’s gonna happen,” she said.

***

There was a knock on the boutique door, and Sweetie, being closest, answered it.

When she did, her jaw dropped. There stood two royal guards.

'They've found me,' Sweetie thought. 'I'm going to go to jail!' She began to hyperventilate.

The guard didn’t seem to notice as he pulled out a small scroll and compared the image on it with the mare in front of him. Satisfied, he nodded curtly and spoke. “Sweetie Belle of Ponyville, you are being summoned. Celestia herself wishes to speak with you.”

Sweetie's heart dropped to somewhere below the Ponyville watertable. “A- are you sure it's me she's looking for?” she stammered.

“Quite sure.”

Now hyperventilating at full force, Sweetie decided that it would be best to come clean. “Y- yes, that's me.”

“Good.” The guard couldn't help but chuckle at her nervous shuddering reaction. “Breathe, filly; it's just a friendly meeting. You're not under arrest or in trouble or anything; it's a friendly meeting. Get in the cart, please.”

Sweetie was somewhat comforted when she saw that it was an open sleigh, and not a caged prisoner transport. She climbed on and when they were certain she was buckled in safely, the guards harnessed themselves in and they all flew towards Canterlot.

***

In the great hall, Sweetie Belle stood before Celestia herself. She quivered uncontrollably as Celestia shuffled through some paperwork. Oh, why hadn't she listened to Scootaloo and just deleted that first video?

Celestia began with a warm smile. “Miss Sweetie Belle. Do you know why you're here?”

As she wasn’t shouting or ordering Sweetie to be chained to the floor, Sweetie was starting to get the impression that she was not in trouble, but figured she’d probably better ask. “Not really,” she said truthfully. “Am I in trouble?”

Celestia laughed lightly. “Of course not! Youre here because I have a special invitation for you, and I wished to deliver it in person. How would you like to sing at the biggest party in Canterlot?”

Sweetie's jaw dropped. “M- me?” she stammered.

“Yes. I'd like you to open the Grand Galloping Gala by singing the Equestrian Hymn. You know it, I assume?”

“Of course,” Sweetie Belle said, somewhat in shock. She had no idea what this gala was, but it sounded exciting. “It's the national anthem. I hear it every weekend with my dad. He's a real football fan. He loves the Chargers.”

Celestia smiled knowingly. “Then, seeing how their series is going, he is indeed a true fan… but that's a conversation for another time.” She lit her horn and held out the invitation. “This will get you in, as well as describe your duties and responsibilities, but it's all fairly simple and self-explanatory.”

Sweetie screwed up her face and lit her horn, but it sparked and fizzled out. Smiling sheepishly, she reached out a hand to take it, and stuck it in her saddlebag.

Celestia continued, “I suppose it goes without saying that for this occasion, it would be best if you wear a dress that goes below the level of your waist. I believe one designed by your sister would be more than sufficient. And leave any lampshades at home, please; these ponies want to see your smiling face.”

The blood drained completely from Sweetie's definitely not-smiling face, and she could only stare, horrified, as Celestia winked at her.

“Now, if you'll excuse me, I simply must get started on all this paperwork. Budgets and invitations won't make themselves, you know, and Luna simply refuses to help.” She paused, glancing up and looking at nothing. “I think she's still somewhat bitter about her banishment. But I can't blame her.” Her smile returned as she looked back at Sweetie Belle. “I trust you can see yourself out?”

Sweetie nodded numbly and she turned to leave.

***

Scootaloo waved a hoof in front of Sweetie's face, but she didn't respond. She just sat there, staring blankly at the wall, a piece of paper still clenched in her hand.

“She's been like this since she returned from Canterlot,” Rarity said, “but she won't speak about it.”

Scootaloo poked her friend in the forehead, but Sweetie didn't respond. She continued poking repeatedly until Apple Bloom swatted her hand away.

Rarity gently massaged her sister's shoulders. “Could you watch her while I continue to work? I have a large order that must be done tomorrow.”

Apple Bloom saluted sharply, and Rarity hesitantly left, looking back once at Sweetie before leaving the room completely.

“I dunno what we can do,” Scootaloo said, resuming her poking. “Canterlot is a big place. Celestia knows what Sweetie…”

“She does!” Sweetie squeaked suddenly, making both of them jump.

“What?”

“Celestia knows I'm the Pantsless Wonder!” Sweetie hissed.

“Oh,” Apple Bloom said. “Awkward.”

“Ah, well,” Scootaloo said.

“'Ah, well'?” Sweetie squeaked. “She knows my sister! She knows all my friends! She could blow this thing wide open!”

“Calm down. For all you know, she's a fan of your show,” Apple Bloom shrugged.

Scootaloo raised her hand. “Am I the only one who thinks that would be terrifyingly disturbing?” she asked.

She was ignored.

“Is that why she called you up to Canterlot? To tell you to cut it out?”

“No, she wants me to sing the Equestrian Hymn at the Grand Galloping Gala next month!”

“That sounds great!” Apple Bloom cheered. “What does that mean?”

Sweetie shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Bet Rarity does,” Scootaloo suggested.

Sweetie brightened. “Yeah! Let's go tell Rarity! I bet she'll be so excited!”

***

“Faintin' 's a sign of excitement, right?” Apple Bloom asked, nudging Rarity's unconscious, supine frame with a hoof.

“Yeah, normally; but that 'nooooo!' before she fainted probably cancels that out,” Scootaloo said with just the barest hint of sarcasm.

Sweetie Belle fought to put on a smile. “She's probably just overreacting. She does that sometimes. It might not be so bad.”