> After School Special
>  by Your Antagonist
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> I've Got A Game We Can Play (Sweetie Belle x Pipsqueak)
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Warning/ Disclaimer: The following story contains depictions of sexuals acts between two consenting minors. If you don’t like it, well... shit. I can’t do anything for you. If you do like it, use lotion so you don’t chafe.



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After School Special: I've Got A Game We Can Play...


Written By: Your Antagonist


Rarity Won't Be Back For A While...




The fire and brimstone that filled the streets of New Trottingham told the story of a city under siege. Where the bedlam had died down, scores of fallen knights and slain demons had taken its place. Their war-torn bodies blazed a trail that led all the way to Trottingham Palace, where the next chapter of this conflict was preparing to unfold. Amidst the carnage and mayhem stood a wicked twin headed beast with the body of a pony. On the left half of its body the fur ran yellow and ended in a blood-red club-like tail. In a symmetrical contrast, the right half was covered in orange fur that, like its counterpart, ended in an unruly purple tail. The palace shook as the beast stomped ever closer to a cowering ball hidden behind the throne that stood adamantly in the center of room.

“Well, well, well, Princess Sweetie Belle, it looks like there’s no escape for you this time. Now surrender your kingdom to us, or suffer our wrath!”  demanded the purple maned head of the chimera.

Sweetie Belle backed away from the twin headed beast, only to trip over the helmet of a late member of her security detail. She looked into the cold merciless eyes of her attacker, and the blood in her veins turned to ice. She’d seen what this thing had done to her guards and service staff and she knew that if she didn’t comply to their demands, it would do the same to her. In that instant, she panicked.  “Somepony! Anypony! Help me!”

The creature cackled maniacally at the princesses’  pleas for assistance. “You’re only wasting your breath, Princess. We’ve eliminated every knight foolish enough to challenge us. There’s nopony left to help you now!” spoke the left head.

A regal and bold voice from behind pierced through the tension, immediately drawing the monster’s attention.  “Unhand the princess you fiends... err... fiend? Let her go!”



“Oh? And who’s gonna make us?”

“I am!” A small armor clad knight stumbled unsteadily into view

“An’ just who in the hay are you s’posed to be?” asked the left head of the chimera.

“I am Sir Pipsqueak the Valiant, brave knight of the sea, and your worst enemy, foul beast! Now, get away from the Princess before you taste my blade!”

“Did you hear that, Applebloom? This shrimp is going to stop us.”

“Oooh, Ah’m so scared, Scootaloo," Applebloom said with mock fear lacing her voice. 

“Whatever shall we do?” Scootaloo rolled her eyes, placed a foreleg to her forehead, and feigned a swooning spell, expecting her partner to play off of her synergy.

“This guys got me quakin’ in my little horseshoes. Maybe we ought to run away with our tails between our legs.”

 “I-I’d be most appreciative if you did that, thanks!” said Pipsqueak, who was uncertain as to whether the monster was serious or not.

Applebloom chuckled at Pipsqueak while Scootaloo castigated him for his naivety. “Ha! Fat chance sir shrinks-a-lot! We’ll make short work of you, and then we’ll make you and the princess our slaves! Now prepare yourself!” Both Applebloom and Scootaloo craned their necks behind the respective sides of their amalgamated body and drew two massive axes in their mouths. “Come get some, shorty!”

“You can do it, Pipsqueak, I believe in you! Just do your best!” Sweetie Belle cheered from behind her captors.

“Y-yeah.” Pipsqueak swallowed the lump that began to form in his throat, and hesitantly drew his sword with his teeth, brandishing the glistening blade at his feral opponent. He couldn’t back down now, but something in the back of his mind told him he was horribly outmatched. It would take a miracle for him to defeat the slowly approaching monster. However, he didn’t have a miracle, he had five seconds and ninety-nine problems that would be permanently resolved by the massive incoming axe aimed at his head. Pipsqueak side-stepped the axe-swipe, and galloped while readying a swing of his own at Scootaloo’s half of the body, since she was still recovering from her earlier strike. With a mighty twist of his neck, his blade soared through the air and connected with the chimera’s flesh, but instead of inflicting a wound, his blade broke with a sickening Crack, rendering him defenseless.

“Was that it?” Scootaloo hissed at the defenseless knight.

“My sword!”

“Well, Ah, guess it’s my turn then. Ah guess this is the end of the road for you, huh, Pipsqueak?” Applebloom bit down on her axe and  brought it down with as much force as she could muster.

“Pipsqueak!” Sweetie Belle cried as she watched the axe head fall ever closer to the final hope for her kingdom. Pipsqueak shut his eyes and made peace with himself as he anticipated the searing crushing pain that would ensue once the axe made contact, and yet no harm came to pass. He waited a few more seconds before opening his eyes. When he opened them he discovered that the chimera’s axe was being held at bay by three ethereal equine figures, one of which was blue in appearance, while the other was orange, however a massive white corporeal mare presided over both and this one was decidedly more regal than the other two spirits.

The orange spirit holding the Applebloom’s axe began to speak. “Applebloom, the time has come.”

The phantasm holding Scootaloo’s tail followed her counterparts lead. “Come on squirt, your parents asked me to foalsit for you tonight, and I’m gonna give you some flying lessons.”

Simultaneously, both spirits began to pull away from each other, and with a flash of light, the chimera was torn in two, and the decrepit war-torn palace began to peel away, the toppled pillars dissolving to become mannequins and rolls of fabric, the fallen knights resuming their forms as toppled over mannequins, and all of the grand creatures in the room, the spirits and the chimera, lost their fantastical allure as the facade broke away, leaving mares, fillies , and a very confused Pipsqueak in its wake.

 “Awww, come on, sis. Me an Scootaloo were gettin’ ready to takeover the kingdom of new Trottin’ham! Cain’t this wait?”

“Sorry, Applebloom, but I told you, we’re goin’ to Appleloosa to help Braeburn out with the yearly buffalo offerin’.” As Applejack spoke, her sister’s face began to sag into a disheartened frown. Applejack quickly noticed and seized Applebloom in a tight embrace, and began scruffing up the filly’s mane. “And besides, I’m gonna need my star apple catcher there to make sure that not a single apple gets bruised hittin’ the ground.” Almost instantly Applebloom’s soggy demeanor performed a complete one-eighty, and she began giggling giddily as Applejack began to tickle her.

“All right, all right,” Applebloom managed to cough between giggles. “Knock it off sis, you’re emabrassin’ me in front of my friends!”

“Heh, come on let’s get goin little sis, and thanks for lettin’ her stay over while I was out, Rarity.” Applejack said as she ushered her sister out the door.

“It was no problem at all, now go on or you’ll be late for your train!”

In stark contrast to Applebloom’s initial attitude, Scootaloo was outright star stricken by Rainbow Dash. “Wow! My parents really got you to foalsit for me tonight, Rainbow Dash?”

“That’s right, squirt, tonight you get to hang out with me!” Rainbow Dash proclaimed proudly, before scooping Scootaloo and placing the filly on her back. “I’m gonna teach you some basic hovering drills, and then I’m gonna show you the basics of how to manipulate rain clouds afterwards.”

“You’re so awesome, Rainbow Dash!”

“Yeah, I know.” Rainbow Dash began flexing and stretching her wings to compensate for Scootaloo’s extra weight as she prepared for takeoff. “Oh yeah, and thanks for watching Scootaloo for me, Rarity.”

“You’re very much welcome Rainbow—”

In an instant, Rainbow Dash flapped her wings, and raced out the door with a Rainbow trail streaking behind as she flew off into the sunset.

“Dash.” Rarity concluded flatly. With a sigh and a flick of her hair, she turned to face Sweetie Belle and Pipsqueak. “Sweetie Belle, I thought I made it clear to you that I was to meet an a gentle-stallion for dinner this evening.”

“I know, but—”

“And I won’t be here to watch you both, but you certainly cannot come along. Pipsqueak, I’m afraid that you’ll have to go home.”

“Aww, come on Rarity. I’ll be bored if I’m home alone though. Just let him stay a little longer?”

“Sweetie Belle, I—”

“Pleeease?” Sweetie Belle flashed the most innocent look her emerald green eyes could possibly muster. It was a particular gaze she had perfected in order to get her parents to bend to her will, but this would be her first time testing it out on her sister.

“I said—”

“Please, please, please, please!” Sweetie pleaded, increasing the adorability levels of her stare to critical. There was nopony in their right mind who could possibly say no to her at this stage, and Rarity was no exception.

“Ugh!” Rarity managed to break eye contact with  her sister. Sweetie’s Belle’s charms finally broke through the iron-walled bastion that was Rarity’s stance on the matter. “Fine, he can stay, but I want him home no later than ten o’clock! It’s seven now, and I’ll be home late, do you understand me Sweetie Belle?”

“Yes sis!” Sweetie Belle bounded over to her sister, and began nuzzling against Rarity’s legs. In response Rarity rolled her eyes. 

“All right, I’m leaving now, there’s food in the kitchen, and just remember if you break anything in my store...” Rarity glared daggers at the children before resuming her instruction. “I know where you live. I will find you.” Slowly but surely, the fashionista walked backwards through the entrance of the boutique, never taking her glare off the kids.

The moment the door shut behind Rarity, Sweetie Belle turned her attention to Pipsqueak whose tail was wagging with fervent excitement, and a thought crossed her mind. She was a filly, and Pipsqueak was a colt. She could finally play the game that Rarity always sent her to bed early for whenever she brought a stallion over. She’d watched Rarity play it once or twice many other stallions, and contemplated trying it out with Applebloom and Scootaloo, but seeing as she had a colt at her disposal and the house to herself, this would be one opportunity she couldn’t afford to waste. “Hey, Pipsqueak, do you wanna play a game?” she asked slyly.

“Sure! What do you want to play? Tag? Pirates? Oh, I know: hide and go seek!”

“Mmm... nope! None of those.” Sweetie Belle saw she was losing his interest and decided to go with a sales pitch  that would prey on his easily piqued curiosity. “Don’t worry though, I’ve got a different game in mind. I don’t think you’ve ever played it before.”

“What game?” Pipsqueak asked uncertainly, shying away from the filly.

“Come upstairs with me, and you’ll find out.” With that, Sweetie Belle took a page from her sister’s book, and began trotting to the staircase, her tail swaying behind her suggestively. She had no idea what the gesture was implying, but if it worked for Rarity, it would probably work for her too. She turned to see if her ploy was working and much to her delight, a confused Pipsqueak was only a few hoofsteps behind, his mind abuzz with curiosity regarding what Sweetie Belle had in mind. Little did he know, that she was as clueless about the subject as he was.

For the time being, he allowed his imagination to take over as he fell back into a fantasy world of his own design in order to get himself into the right mindset for whatever she had in mind. The white walls and carpeted floors of the boutique began to peel away leaving warped cobblestone and aged stone steps in their place. The lights in the hallways transformed into  simple torches of a crude and ancient design, that provided flickering yet fickle illumination throughout the hallways as he followed Princess Sweetie Belle through the archaic tower.

“Princess, where are we going?”

“To my sister’s bed-chambers. There we shall discuss this matter further. Be patient, Sir Pipsqueak, all will be explained soon. Ah, see, here we are.” With a casual push, Sweetie Belle eased the elegant white door, which seemed out of place in this runic environment, open revealing a curiously well furnished room. Sweetie Belle slid inside with little hesitation, she was excited even, and Pipsqueak seeing no reason to dawdle any further, followed suit.

Once inside, he quickly became savvy to the fact that Sweetie Belle had vanished into the dimly lit room. Perhaps this was all part of her ploy.

Pipsqueak was quickly put on edge when Sweetie Belle’s voice cut through the tense silence he’d come to loathe in this short time span. “♥Over here, Pipsqueak...♥”  He traced the source of her coo to a large four-poster bed that sat in the center of the room. He saw Sweetie Belle who was still swishing her tail through the air suggestively, and he began to trot towards her cautiously.

“What manner of trickery is this, princess?”

“Trickery? Princess? What are you talking about? I told you I wanted to play a game and since you’re here, we can begin. Now come on up.”

The fantasy world Pipsqueak had constructed in his mind began to fall apart, revealing the dimly lit ivory walls of Rarity’s bedroom, and the impatient filly lying on her side awaiting his arrival. 

Pipsqueak, now freed from his imagination, leapt onto the bed to join Sweetie Belle, but his relatively short attention span drove him to pose more questions. “Well what do we do next? This doesn’t seem like a very fun game.”

Sweetie Belle giggled playfully at his impatience. “Oh Pipsqueak, don’t worry. We’re about to fix that very soon. Now just lay down, and let me take it from here.”

Cocking an unsure eyebrow, Pipsqueak did as he was told. A moment later,  he could feel Sweetie Belle shifting around on the mattress, drawing ever closer to him. His nerves were on high alert, and he almost jolted away when she placed a gentle hoof on his thigh, giggling to herself as she did so. “Relax, Pipsqueak, I haven’t even done anything yet. Now what was it that Rarity does at this point?” Sweetie Belle gave Pipsqueak’s body a once over before locating what she suspected to be the main event of this evening. “Aww, it’s so cute!” 

“Cute? What are you—” Pipsqueak’s eyes widened suddenly as he felt Sweetie Belle’s hoof brush across. “What are you doing!?”

“What Rarity does when she plays this game with other stallions. Now, hold still.”

“Sweetie Belle, I don’t think we should be—” Another jolt of electricity causing Pipsqueak's eyes to roll back in ecstasy shot through his body as Sweetie Belle seized her prize with both hooves and gave his length a slow deliberate lick. She had effectively silenced him and the little voice in the back of his mind that kept telling him what he was doing was wrong with that single action. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Sweetie Belle asked before giving his slowly growing member another long sloppy lick, eliciting more sparks that shot through Pipsqueak’s spine forcing his eyes to clinch shut.

Entranced by the sensation of her tongue Pipsqueak could no longer hear the little voice of reason that had been holding him back. “I-I guess not.”

“Well then, let’s continue shall we?” She was emulating her sister almost verbatim at this point, making a show out of everything she did, especially now as she began to poke and explore him with her tongue. She found the experience to be very similar to eating a melting ice-cream cone, and began to work her tongue in a swirling pattern to simulate such an experience. Pipsqueak however was far too distracted by the foreign pleasure that ripped through him at the moment to appreciate Sweetie Belle’s theatrics. It couldn’t possibly have get any better than this, he thought to himself. Little did he know that Sweetie Belle’s curious lips aimed to prove him wrong as they began to glide slowly down his fully erect shaft, enveloping him in the moist warmth of her mouth’s embrace.

The pleasure was finite and fleeting, eliciting heavy groans from its recipient, however, for when she began her ascent, the comfort of her mouth began to dissipate, but like a piston, she shot back down, returning twice as much pleasure as the first time, but also twice as much pain. Pipsqueak reluctantly jerked his hips away from Sweetie Belle’s open mouth, but self-preservation came first in this instant.“Ouch, you bit me!”

Sweetie Belle panicked as Pipsqueak began to chastise her for the mistake. “I’m sorry, Pipsqueak, I didn’t mean it, honest! I just thought it would make you feel better if I used my teeth. Give me another chance?” Sweetie Belle pleaded.

While he wasn’t going to deny her the opportunity to try again, the pleading apologetic look in her eyes compelled him to make his decision faster. “J-just don’t do it again, okay?” He huffed with crossed forelegs.

“All right, I promise.” Without hesitation, she leaned down and took him into her mouth once again, and began bobbing up and down using a slow steady rhythm. She began to study Pipsqueak’s reactions to her own movements, taking note that he moaned louder when she descended from his zenith, and that using her tongue made him fidget and twitch uncontrollably.

“Sweetie Belle, don’t stop, it feels so good!” he managed to huff between grunts of frustrated delectation.

Sweetie Belle grinned to herself, and increased her speed, however she didn’t realise how much of an effect that would have on Pipsqueak.

Pipsqueak felt an unfamiliar swelling from the bottom of his loins begin to grow and overtake every other perception of his body. As Sweetie Belle bobbed faster and faster, the feeling became more and more intense, until finally an explosion erupted through within him releasing waves upon waves of pleasure, and a feeling of absolute elysium overcame him as he released himself into Sweetie Belle’s mouth.

Sweetie Belle on the otherhoof was having a much less enjoyable experience as a massive stream of his salty load plastered the inside of her mouth, causing her to cough and choke slightly. “Pipsqueak, what the hay!?” She shrieked, her voice cracking slightly as she wiped Pipsqueak’s essence from her mouth.

“I didn’t know what was going to happen, I swear it!”

Sweetie Belle sighed, and shook her head. “It’s all right, it was my fault, besides...” she turned around and lifted her tail upwards, presenting herself to Pipsqueak. “It’s your turn.”

Pipsqueak nervously swallowed the lump that began to rise in throat. “My turn?”

Sweetie Belle nodded in reply. “That’s right, after Rarity does that to the stallion, they always do the same thing in return. So it’s your turn.”

Reluctantly Pipsqueak moved forward even if he was shy about doing it, he did have to return the favor, it was only proper. He stopped four inches away from Sweetie Belle’s filly parts, and cocked his head to the side curiously. He had no idea what he was looking at. Sweetie Belle didn’t have the same parts as him. “So, um, what do I do?”

“I don’t know, I think you’re supposed to lick it or something. You figure it out.”

“Easier said than done...” He grumbled under his breath. Pipsqueak leaned forward cautiously yet curiously, and sniffed her fillyhood. He was afraid that with it being so closely placed to another particular hole that there would be a terrible scent associated with it, but in contrast, he found the aroma to be rather pleasant and somewhat intoxicating. He inched closer and experimentally stuck out his tongue, delicately brushing it against Sweetie Belle’s lips. After tasting her sweetness, he was tempted to venture further in. He started by separating the folds like a velvet curtain, before indulging himself with another tongue full of her essence. As he did so, a wave of delight began to spread through Sweetie Belle, causing her to jolt upright and shudder gleefully, as Pipsqueak continued his inexperienced assault, focusing not on technique or form but rather immersing himself in foreign flavor of the filly’s love nectars. 

It wasn’t until his tongue glided over a meticulously placed bump on Sweetie Belle’s palette that he got the biggest reaction out of her yet. Her head whipped backwards involuntarily, and a hi-pitched squeal escaped her mouth as the most powerful surge of elation yet, rocked her entire being. Pipsqueak took careful note of this, and focused his efforts on the same area, looking up from time to time in amusement as Sweetie Belle jerked and wiggled before himself, biting her lip to stifle the moaning, but alas, something strange began to well up deep within her. It started out small, but it was definitely noticeable over Pipsqueak’s relentless licking, and in time it grew and grew, driving her nerve endings to the point of insanity, forcing a loss of control over her body, as she sank down and allowed Pipsqueak to ravage her. Then, it happened. It was as if almost instantly her body tensed up, her eyes clenched shut, while she began convulsing, a loud whinny escaping as she rode out her first climax.

Pipsqueak backed away from Sweetie Belle, observing the scene before him with mild panic. Like the majority of males, he had no clue about the wonderful phenomenon that had overtaken his partner. All the while Sweetie Belle’s convulsions began to dissipate, rendering her motionless as she lay prone and unmoving revelling in the pure relaxation that flowed through her muscles. Pipsqueak panicked. “A-are you dead? Did I kill you!? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it! What will I tell your sister!? I don’t want to be banished to the moon—” Pipsqueak’s ranting ceased as he watched Sweetie Belle stir from her bliss, her stoic emerald green eyes dancing over to meet his frantic brown pair with relative annoyance. “Oh, I uh... heh, sorry.” 

Rolling her eyes and giggling, Sweetie Belle dismissed his odd behavior and laid down on her back, beckoning Pipsqueak closer with the wave of a hoof. “Come over here, this is the last step in the game.” Pipsqueak obeyed her command without delay, and with every step he took, he could feel his arousal growing and elongating. Precisely what Sweetie Belle had hoped for. Though his timidity was mostly gone, he hesitated a moment before closing the distance. The little voice of reason had surfaced from the depths of his mind momentarily before he pushed it back down and mounted Sweetie Belle.

“So... what next?” He asked .

“I think you’re supposed to put that—” she pointed at his emboldened protrusion.  “—inside of me.” 

Pipsqueak’s face flashed a fierce shade of red as he contemplated the concept of adjoining pleasure centers with Sweetie Belle. “Are you sure this will fit?”

“I don’t know, but let’s find out.” Sweetie Belle sat up and wrapped her forelegs around Pipsqueak’s neck, drawing him closer to herself as she laid back down and wrapped her hindlegs around his waist. “Put it in.”

“A-alright.” Pipsqueak cautiously and carefully maneuvered his hips around, poking and prodding at at Sweetie Belle’s fillyhood, in a blind attempt to invade her. 

It only took a few more failed attempts before Sweetie Belle finally became agitated. “Will you hurry up and put it in already?” her voice cracking into a slightly higher pitch as she gripped. 

“I’m sorry, but this is har~~” Pipsqueak’s sentence slurred off into a low grunt as his tip finally hit its mark, and in a matter of seconds, he was slowly enveloped in her moist heat. Sweetie Belle likewise yelped as she felt Pipsqueak slide in slowly, but it was not of bliss and enjoyment that comprised her outburst, but rather pain. She tensed her grip around Pipsqueak’s neck, and clenched her eyes tightly.Pipsqueak was quick to notice the sudden shift in his partner’s demeanor, and stopped his advance in concern for her well being. “Sweetie Belle, are you alright? Should I stop?”

She she shook her head to decline his offer and said, “No, I want this.”

“But—”

“Please, Pipsqueak, keep going!” She looked up at him with her wide pleading eyes, and in that moment, something about seeing Sweetie Belle's beg caused Pipsqueak’s blood temperature to elevate and his hips to press forward on their own, further immersing him into her being. With each inch he delved into her, the pain began to slowly fade away leaving no trace that it had ever been there, and a new feeling took gradually its place. 

As Pipsqueak drew himself away, Sweetie Belle emitted another moan, this one louder than the last. He threw himself forward into her depth again, slowly becoming comfortable with the rhythmic motions that her body demanded of him. He experimentally threw himself forth a few more times, all the while soaking in every last detail of the experience. He focused his attention on her face again, using her expressions and body language to judge how well he was doing. Her eye movements were unfocused and frantic, the lids opening and closing for seconds at a time, searching around the room, studying Pipsqueak, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, retreating back every so often so that she could bite her lower lip and sighed contentedly. Her forehooves fell from around his neck and seized a nearby pillow that she bit down upon to muffle some more embarrassing squeals as he continued to grind on inside of her. So good so far.

It came as a surprise to him when Sweetie Belle threw the pillow across the room, seized his head, and pulled his lips to down to meet her own, a warmth spreading from her mouth to his own as they shared in each other’s first kiss. It wasn’t long before Sweetie Belle began to explore the inside of Pipsqueak’s mouth, caressing and massaging his tongue with her own, as she hummed in time with each of his thrusts which becoming more powerful, and more focused by the moment. Pipsqueak broke the kiss, his teeth grit as he sensed that wonderful release from earlier building up in his loins. “Sweetie Belle, I think— ugh!— that I’m going to explode again— agh!”

“Me too!” she whined through the abuse.

“I can’t...” Pipsqueak winced as a jolt shot through his member “I can’t hold it!”

“Then just go, I can feel mine coming no~~ow~~Ooow!” Sweetie Belle lost control of her voice as her own orgasm took her away from the world of rational thought and proper pronunciation. Pipsqueak wasn’t too far behind as he released himself into her as well, their pleasure met in the middle and spilled upon the bed, but neither cared to pay it any attention as their joint climax allowed them one last glance at each other, before the intensity forced their vision to fade away in a haze of colors neither had ever seen before. 

Once their orgasms died down, Pipsqueak rolled off of Sweetie Belle, threw her forelegs around Pipsqueak, and quickly pecked him on the cheek before nuzzling into his coat. “Thanks, Pipsqueak," she said quietly before going limp and still.

Pipsqueak on the otherhoof had been bothered by something the whole time they’d been intimate. “Say, Sweetie Belle, that was really fun, and all but I have a question.”

“Mmm?” She mumbled from her lax state.

“Who wins the game?”

Sweetie Belle thought about it for moment, but found she couldn’t come up with an answer. It was at that moment that devious grin began to crawl across her face. “I don’t know, maybe we’ll just have to play again? We’ve got two more hours.”

“Well, all right, but—”

Sweetie Belle recovered quickly and stood over him. “And, this time I wanna be on top!”

Pipsqueak swallowed nervously. It was going to be a long two hours...











Two Hours Later




“Shhh, you have to be quiet or you’ll wake my sister,” Rarity whispered to her date as she crept up the stairs to her room. Sweetie Belle’s room was further down the hall, but sound carried very well in the building for some odd reason, and Sweetie Belle was a somewhat light sleeper. As Rarity reached the top of the stairs, she noticed that the light to her room was on and that the door was ajar slightly. “Well that can’t be right, she’s supposed to be asleep right now. What could she possibly be doing up at this hour?” Rarity moved closer to the door, her date following curiously, and she could hear giggling from inside. Inching ever closer she could hear the sounds of children playing: “Yargh! Who be the greatest pirate of the equestrian sea?”

“You are, Captain Sweetie Belle ma’am!” Pipsqueak shouted.

Rarity chuckled to herself as she nudged the door open with her horn and began to trot inside to prepare Pipsqueak to go home. “All right, Sweetie Belle, it’s time for you to say goodbye to Pipsquea—”  

“You’re the greatest pirate, you’re the greatest pirate!” Pipsqueak grunted as Sweetie Belle continued to grind up and down on his shaft, both completely oblivious to Rarity’s opening statement. But they certainly heard what she said next.

“What in equestria are you doing!?”

Sweetie Belle turned around, looked her sister dead in the eye, and said simply: “Beating your high score.”

> Shutterbug (Scootaloo x Featherweight)
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Warning/ Disclaimer: The following story contains depictions of sexual acts between two (if I may be so bold) consenting  and animated, equine minors. If this offends you, welcome to the internet. 



After School Special: Shutterbug



By: Your Antagonist 





The Camera Loves You Almost As Much As I Do




This is it Featherweight, today’s the day. The plucky young colt adjusted his posture and held his head up high. No ifs, ands, or buts about it, you are going to talk to her, and that’s that. Yeah! Nothing’s gonna stop me today, because I’ve got nothing to lose! The colt stood on his hind legs and threw a few jabs to the air to give himself an extra burst of confidence in hopes it would help him strengthen his nerves. I gonna go for broke! I’m gonna shoot the moon! I’m gonna— I’m gonna... gonna... uhh...  It only took a brief glimpse of the orange fur from that most beautiful of fillies to force Featherweight to completely lose his cool, instantly rendering him a gibbering mess of incoherent thoughts, labored hesitant breathing, and slurred inept grammar. However, Featherweight wasn’t discouraged in the slightest by his dazed and dumbed demeanor. He’d actually anticipated this shortcoming of his and decided to absolve it into his plan of attack. At the very least it would contribute to his nervous charm, and he certainly had an abundance of nervous charm.

“Hey, Scootaloo, what’s up?” Is what the colt said in his mind. But in all actuality he made a sharp, gurgling noise accompanied by slurred incoherent gibberish. “Blasphglth bluh?” Well, it’s a start I guess.

The filly gave even less of a reaction than he hoped, as she simply smiled at him, unblinking and full of curiosity, her normally focused and determined eyes sunken into gaze of vacant interest that still shone with her usual exuberance.

Come on Featherweight, you made it this far, you’ve got hold it together! Quick, regain your composure! The young colt heaved out a massive sigh, and filled his lungs with a breath of fresh confidence. A new vigor resonated through his being as he stomped a hoof to the ground, establishing his determination to confess everything to the filly who continued to stare vacantly through his physical declaration. Alright, how about I start out with a compliment? That’s a good way to break the ice. What do I compliment her on? Her wings? Her eyes? Her ears? Are ears an acceptable compliment? Featherweight gave the object of his affections a quick once over and determined everything about her to be perfect and worthy of compliments. His only problem being that he hadn’t prepared any compliments for this occasion whatsoever. Oh Celestia, what do I do? What do I do? Uh.. uh... “Nice gums!” Idiot... well let’s roll with it... “They look remarkably... pink today, I’m impressed you don’t have any hay stuck in them.” I really should’ve stopped when I was ahead. The colt made a mental note to facehoof when his stint as an blubbering fool had run its course.

Scootaloo however only took the remark in stride and continued to beam wordlessly at the colt, so if nothing else, he still had her interest. All right let’s do this, no more dilly dallying around, let’s close this deal. After a moment of contemplation and fiddling his hooves, Featherweight shut his eyes, and unloaded with both barrels. “Wouldyoumaybeyouknowwannahangoutwithmesometime, Scootaloo?” That’s the way, do it direct! Probably should have slowed it down too. 

As he waited for the filly to make her decision, Featherweight began to fluff his own ego for doing such a great job. Thataboy champ, there’s no way she’ll be able to say no after a stellar performance like that! Now all we have to do is— A sudden convulsion originating from his stomach caused him to jerk his head forward, yet he felt it throughout his entire being. Uh-oh. Not now, oh please not now. Another convulsion assaulted his body, and he stumbled over his hooves clumsily, grimacing as an unpleasant sensation began to crawl through his throat. Come on, hold it together, hold it together... uh-oh, I can’t hold it! I’m gonna— “Hulp!”  I’m gonna— “Blargh!” In that instance, Featherweight could only clench his eyes as he felt and tasted his breakfast from that morning come rushing painfully out of stomach, before liberating itself from his mouth. Ohhh... I can’t believe that just happened— oh no, oh no, oh no.

Opening his eyes, he saw the end result of his nervous outburst, and immediately regretted his decision to have brightly colored cereal for breakfast that morning. Plastered upon Scootaloo’s face, sat the former contents of Featherweight’s stomach, in all of its multi-hued glory. Oddly enough the filly continued to grin vacantly through the experience. “I...I’m so sorry Scootaloo, here let me wipe you off!” Featherweight turned around to search for a handkerchief, but caught his hind-leg on the puddle and slipped,  muzzle-planting hard into the the ground below. Only mere seconds behind his folly he heard a resounding crash from behind, and groaned as he realized what had fallen. With a defeated sigh, he turned around to find his prized photograph of Scootaloo soaking in the puddle amidst several glass shards from the frame it once sat inside.

“Aw, how am I gonna practice talking to her now?  I worked really hard to take that picture too,” he grumbled under his breath as he stared sadly at the photograph which had begun to dissolve, slowly but surely losing its vibrant coloring as well as its consistency. “If I keep blowing it like this in practice, I’ve got no shot of talking to her face to face.” With a dejected sigh, he trotted past the puddle of his shame and failure on the floor, and seized his empty camera and loaded a fresh roll of film into it. Nothing else to do but snap another one. It’s alright, this only makes it what, the twentieth time? Maybe I should just stop beating around the bush and confess to her. At least that way I could finally end this. The colt revelled in the concept of just opening his heart and presenting it to the filly, and managed to enjoy the epiphany before the harshness of probable negative outcomes decided to rain on his parade. 

In one outcome he saw himself executing his admission flawlessly, only to have his feelings chewed up and spat back at him by a simple response that could be worded in so many different ways, each more soul crushing and destructive than the next: “Sorry, but I just don’t feel the same way.” In the other potential realities, he failed just as miserably if not worse than he did in practice, and he was certain the real Scootaloo wouldn’t take too kindly to wearing his breakfast over her wonderful perfect orange coat, and that unruly yet still cute purple mane— gah! What am I doing? I need to get my head out of the clouds and into some bushes so I can snap a photo without her seeing me! 

With that, the colt rushed out of the door to his room and galloped down the stairs of his house, stopping only to give a rushed farewell to his parents before he broke into the Saturday morning air of the Ponyville streets, which were for the most part vacant. The only active population at this moment consisted of the few shopkeepers who couldn’t afford to not work through the weekend and had to set up extra early, but, luckily for Featherweight, these individuals were few and far between, so nopony bothered him as he threw himself into some nearby bushes and pulled the surrounding foliage around himself, completing his camouflage.   

Featherweight pulled out his camera and began making adjustments, ensuring that the flash was off and the focus was near perfect. Once he was satisfied with the settings, he moved himself into a steady position and began scanning the streets with his camera. Okay, now we wait... With the patience of a sniper, Featherweight sat in those bushes from mid-morning to early afternoon, watching the crowd of Ponyvillians grow from a trickle into a full on stream filled with familiar faces going about their Saturday morning. 

In the first hour, he spotted Sweetie Belle galloping down the street giggling gleefully,and assumed that Scootaloo and Applebloom would be right behind her. Raising his camera, he was disappointed to find that the unicorn filly had neither of her fellow crusaders in tow, but instead was being followed by an exhausted-looking Pipsqueak. It was odd, but he noticed the two of them had been spending a lot more time together recently, but then again it was none of his business, so he resumed scrutinizing the streets.  

Another hour passed and he spotted Applebloom darting conspicuously from cart to cart, poking her head from behind every so often as though she were trying to catch a glimpse of someone without being seen herself. Further up the road, he saw the filly’s most likely target in the form of that purple dragon who lived with Ms. Sparkle in the library. He only wondered why she was stalking the dragon for the most fleeting of moments, before returning his focus to the Scootaloo hunt.

As his wait continued to drag itself out, he was treated to another odd sight in the vain of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, who were trotting along the road with small blushes growing on their faces and one’s tail entwined around the other’s. While the temptation to jump out of the bushes and follow the pair in hopes that he would find a new story to feed the Foal Free Press was beginning to look preferable in comparison to sitting in a cramped bush for the rest of the day, Featherweight had a mission, and come Tartarus or highwaters, he was going to get that picture of Scootaloo. 

Three more uneventful hours of Featherweight’s life slipped away and there was still no sign of Scootaloo. She’s probably off doing something productive today... He thought to himself as he struggled to escape the bushes that had sheltered him only mere moments ago. Featherweight took a moment to grieve silently for the expired hours of his Saturday, when suddenly his stomach began to gurgle. Well, it’s about lunch time, and it doesn’t look like she’s going to show up anytime soon. Featherweight thought as he began picking branches and leaves from his mane. I suppose I could stop by Sugarcube Corner and—

“Hey, Featherweight!” Featherweight froze midway through his impromptu grooming as his mind attempted to register the voice.

Oh Luna, it couldn’t be, it couldn’t be.

“What’s up?” The overly-ecstatic voice gushed again, startling the colt into whipping around quickly, causing him dropped his camera and jaw simultaneously as he laid eyes on the source of the sudden outburst. A brilliant orange coat, lush purple mane, challenging purple eyes, and a flawless smile greeted him all at once, somehow sapping his energy and composure in the same gambit.

I...uhhh... I... I... Hey, Scootaloo! You idiot!  If you’re going to stutter at least do it out loud! “I... hello, Scootaloo.” I... I did it! I managed to say hello and not faint for once! 

The filly quickly averted her attention to Featherweight’s fallen camera, awe and intrigue slowly sliding across her features. “Hey, cool camera!”

“Umm... thanks?” Featherweight began shrinking away shyly.

Scootaloo bit her lip in irritation, an action that went unnoticed by Featherweight, who began to feel nauseous suddenly.  “Soooo...” Scootaloo began “I bet you’ve taken a lot of cool pictures today!” 

“Well, no...” Featherweight cautiously picked up his camera and began backpedaling hesitantly. The filly he adored was making a legitimate effort to talk directly to him of all ponies, and he felt absolutely unworthy of such an honor. If nothing else, the rampant gurgling of his stomach would make sure that he understood that he was certainly not prepared for it.

Scootaloo frowned at both to his verbal response and at the fact that he seemed as though he was deadset on retreating from her, but she wasn’t about to allow him to get away, especially since she’d pushed herself this far. “Aw, I thought you’d have lots of interesting shots since you’ve been hiding in those bushes since this mor— I-I mean, for such a long time!”

Wait, what did she just say? Featherweight opened his mouth, despite the risk of potentially drenching his beloved with the remaining contents in his stomach, but before he could get a single word in edgewise, Scootaloo was already preparing her next line of questioning.

“Well, I guess that means you still have lots of film left, right?” Scootaloo moved even closer to colt who now found himself trapped between his crush and the bush that had once harbored his questionable intentions.

“Y-yes.” Featherweight began searching around for a new egress route, but much to his chagrin, he couldn’t find any means of escape which was something he envied about the contents of his stomach, which seemed like they were preparing to burst from their sickening confines for the second time that day.

A small blush began to spread across Scootaloo’s face, rendering her normally determined features soft and somewhat pleading. “Well, I was just wondering if you... you know...” The filly’s face completely flushed bright red, and she shut her eyes as tightly as she could before letting loose with both barrels. “Do you wanna do a photoshoot with me?” 

Wait... what? That feeling of nausea faded away just as quickly as it had settled in, replaced by confusion as Featherweight began mulling over her proposal in his mind.

“Okay, there I said it! So are you going to say yes or what?” Scootaloo looked flustered and irrationally frustrated, her wings buzzing out of sorts frantically as she eyed and scuffed the ground nervously.

D-did she just ask me that? Was she blushing? Featherweight nervously eyed Scootaloo’s cheeks to confirm his suspicions, and wound up captivated by the majestic innocence they possessed. Too cute to say no  to... too nervous to say yes...  this isn’t fair... “I—” Choose your next words carefully. “I, uh, er—” Seize it, this is your moment!  “Sure.” Well... that was easy... stupidly so...

Scootaloo heaved a sigh of relief before her face lit  back up with excitement. “Really? You’re awesome, Featherweight!”

Featherweight’s heart skipped a beat for a moment as everything right with the world seemed to settle into place for the elated colt. She called me awesome.

“Come on!” Scootaloo turned and began galloping merrily down the street.

Just a word of advice, you should probably follow her... like, now. Featherweight took off as fast  as could behind Scootaloo, but quickly found that the filly was in vastly much better shape than himself as he struggled to keep up. Well *huff* she seemed quite *huff* happy about this, so I guess I should *gasp* try my best to *heave* make the most of this *heave* opportunity and  maybe I’ll find the  *gasp* courage to confess to her! The enamored colt’s face began to grow hot from both exhaustion and fantasizing about his dream filly’s potential acceptance of his feelings. Huh, looks like she’s stopping in front of that house, finally a break.  Panting, Featherweight allowed his gallop to slowly degrade to a trot as he neared Scootaloo, who hadn’t even broken a sweat during their short run. 

“Alright, we’re here!” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“Where exactly is here, Scootaloo?”

“My house of course.”

H-her house? I get to have a private photoshoot with Scootaloo at her own house? I’ve never even been inside a girl’s house before! Am I dressed properly? Do I—

“You coming in, Featherweight?” Scootaloo called from her doorway.

Hey, earth to Featherweight, she’s talking to you. “Oh, uh, yeah! Hold up a second!” Featherweight dashed inside Scootaloo’s house with no further delay, and was taken aback by the exotic decorum that adorned the walls and shelves of the living room. Artifacts and art pieces ranging from Chineigh to Zebrabwe were strewn  tactfully about the room, giving off the impression that the inhabitants of the house were well traveled and cultured individuals. “Wow, this room is.... just wow,” Featherweight exclaimed in awe.

“Yeah, isn’t it cool?” Scootaloo said proudly. 

“What do your parents do?”

“I don’t know exactly, but they’re always out traveling, so I’m pretty much here alone most of the time. Anyway, follow me so we can get started.” Scootaloo began to trot up a set of nearby stairs, and Featherweight could have sworn he saw a spry grin creep across her face before she disappeared into the upper level of the house. Featherweight wanted to peruse the gallery a little longer, but decided that following Scootaloo was arguably more important, and thus dashed up the stairs after her.

At the top of the stairs there sat one door covered in various caution and keep out signs and it was ajar only slightly. Thinking nothing more of the jestful warning signs, the colt nudged the door open and poked his head inside only to be greeted by a flying pillow that impacted with a light Puff on his face before plopping softly to the ground. “You’re late,” Scootaloo huffed playfully with crossed forelegs from atop her bed. “Well, come in, close the door behind you, and come up here.”

Featherweight, unsure of whether or not Scootaloo was serious or messing with him, nervously closed the door behind him and took in his new surroundings as he trotted cautiously to her bed. The walls of Scootaloo’s room were plastered in posters of the Wonderbolts and a few pictures of herself with Rainbow Dash that she had blown up to match the other posters in size. The floors of her room were covered in various stuffed animals in the likeness of manticores, and hydras, along with several parts and tools for her scooter. With a hop, a skip, and a jump, Featherweight nervously climbed onto the bed and began fumbling with his camera. I... I’m on... a girl’s bed...  keep cool, just keep cool. “S-so, S-Scootaloo, w-what—” Featherweight swallowed back a lump that had begun to grow in his throat. “—what type of photoshoot did you have in mind?” 

“Well, I was thinking maybe... y’know, since you’ve got a lot of experience with photography... you could pick the poses?” Scootaloo was now blushing bright red, and her wings started to flitter involuntarily.

“Oh, okay,” Featherweight rubbed the back of his neck uncertainty. That little bit of express permission was the equivalent of throwing a socially awkward manticore in a sheep’s pen for the colt.  “Well, I guess we could start with you sitting down and smiling at the camera, that one seems like a good place to start.”

Scootaloo wordlessly complied and sat down on her haunches, eyeing the lens with a coy pout as she awaited the much anticipated camera flash.

A slight mechanical Click quickly followed by a bright flash, signified the immortalization of this moment in time, as well as the completion of Featherweight’s goal from earlier this morning. 

“How was that one, Featherweight?”

“Lovely...”

“What was that?”

“I-I mean that picture is going to be lovely when it finishes developing.”

“Oh. Well, what other poses do you have in mind?”

Featherweight began to wonder just where the line was for Scootaloo and decided to test his luck. “You could lay down on your side and—”  Don’t you say it,  don’t you say it. “Sway your tail a little bit?” Well, can’t fault you for not being brave.

Much to his surprise, she followed his instructions to the letter without arguing or questioning his preferences. Her violet eyes narrowed ever so fiercely as if she were trying to pierce through the camera lens and into the soul of its wielder. Her tail, on the other hoof, began painting the air with playfully unfocused strokes of candescent brilliance.  With another mechanical click, Featherweight seized another moment of his beloved Scootaloo’s youth and simultaneously released some of his nervous inhibitions in an ironic trade of some sort. In that one moment, the nervous atmosphere between the two shattered, and something new permeated the air, inspiring and corrupting Featherweight’s thought process in the same instant. It was in this instance that he decided to test the limits of the filly’s passivity with a slightly more risque pose. 

"What do you want me to do next?” Scootaloo inquired, her voice almost a throaty purr. 

“Lay on your back....”

“Like this?” Scootaloo asked innocently as she rolled over, never breaking eye contact with the camera. Featherweight began to drown in her gaze, but managed to regain himself long enough to indulge in the novelty of the situation. I can’t believe Scootaloo is just letting me order her around like this, if this is a dream, please don’t ever let me wake up.

“Now grab one of those pillows, and hold it close to your chest...”

Scootaloo reached slowly for a pillow that was monogrammed with a Rainbow Dash cutie mark, and began cradling it to her chest tightly. Featherweight clenched his jaw taut to help maintain his focus as he prepared for his final instruction regarding this pose.

“Now,” This is it.....“I want....” ‘I want?’ How assertive of you! I’m not even sure if this is the same colt who was hiding in bushes this morning. Well, go on speak your mind. “I want you to bite the edge of that pillow.”

Scootaloo slid the corner of the pillow to her mouth and bit down upon it firmly, a small blush gliding across the upper portion of her face.

Featherweight didn’t hesitate to snap another photograph, but as the flash illuminated this moment to be captured in time, a strange stirring overcame him eliciting new feelings that he had become familiar with in recent months, but had no clue how to handle. His breathing became heavier as a certain protrusion of his lower body made its presence quite evident. The once-emboldened thoughts in his mind began to seem childish and irrelevant as a feral urge ingrained itself in his thought process, and persuaded him to start trotting closer and closer to the still-prone filly.

Scootaloo took note of Featherweight’s sudden change in demeanor and threw the pillow to the floor, a devious grin creeping across her lips. “So, Featherweight, how do you want me next?” Scootaloo batted her eyes innocently as the colt drew closer. “I’ll pose however you want, just tell me what you want.” 

Featherweight stopped in front of Scootaloo, who was beckoning him closer with a wave of her hoof, and removed his camera, throwing it gently to the side as his instincts and imagination took over. He took a moment to breathe out any remaining hesitation from his being, and moved carefully between Scootaloo’s spread hind legs, advancing slowly so he could position his body evenly with her own. He struggled for only a moment longer before his eyes finally locked with her own, and she giggled in response.  He  closed his eyes and leaned forward, lips quivering as they sought after Scootaloo’s own, and after a moment, the two were joined together in the warming caress of their first kiss. Or so Featherweight thought.

“Ummm... Featherweight?”

Wait a minute... how is she talking if my lips if my lips are on hers?  Featherweight opened his eyes and groaned as he realized what he was doing, horribly horribly wrong.

“That’s my eye.” Scootaloo giggled softly as Featherweight’s face turned a fiery shade of crimson. “You wanna try that again?”

“S-sure.” Featherweight swallowed back another nervous lump in his throat, and leaned forward again, only this time, he felt Scootaloo’s hooves seize him by the cheeks as she guided his eager lips to hers. From the moment they met, Featherweight was overtaken by an overwhelming feeling of warmth and security that cascaded into their next kiss and so on. He was being driven insane by the tantalizing softness of her moist lips with each meeting, and it took him completely by surprise when Scootaloo’s tongue ventured forth, experimentally prodding and poking around in his mouth. Instinctively Featherweight pursued her, slowly becoming a marionette to his basest impulses, his rough tongue gliding along her delicate build with a firm yet gentle force, savoring his beloved’s taste with each pass. His urges, which had been forgotten up to this point, were growing more intense and harder to ignore with each kiss that transpired. 

Unsteadily and uncertainly, he followed the lead of his bizarre drive and began moving his hips closer to hers, his emboldened member itching and aching for some form of relief from its feral burden. And then, he found it. His erect tip had made contact with its penultimate destination, evoking an infatuated and nervous squeal from Scootaloo, who had taken to covering her face shyly with her forelegs. Featherweight took note of Scootaloo’s body language, and almost panicked. “I’m sorry, Scootaloo. Did I do something wrong?” he asked frightfully. 

Without removing her hooves from her face, the filly shook her head wordlessly in response to his question which put him at ease almost instantly.

“So, can I keep going?”

Scootaloo didn’t move for a moment, and much to Featherweight’s surprise, she removed her hooves from her face and looked at him with her entrancing purple eyes before she shot her hooves around his neck, and pulled him close once more locking her lips to his furiously in response. Featherweight brought his hips closer, and he could feel a pleasant enticing heat radiating from between her legs. With another push, he positioned himself back into the spot where Scootaloo had given such a big reaction, only this time it was wet with some warm fluid that felt rather pleasant and satiating against his member. He focused his attention on Scootaloo’s expression, her violet eyes clenched tight as he pressed a little further into his newfound shangri-la, wild sensations rocketing through his body, driving him to delve ever deeper into her being.

In that same instance, Scootaloo’s body was being ravaged by a sharp pain she couldn’t comprehend, and yet something in the back of her mind coerced her into believing that she wanted this. She squeezed Featherweight ever tighter into herself, her wings buzzing about erratically as he slid deeper and deeper into her, and that pain, while once horrible, began to erode gradually, unearthing a fountain of rich new sensations, and stirring within her strange new appetites for which she had no words to describe. As Featherweight hit the limit of his advance, his wings unfolded themselves and curled in ecstasy. In that instant, he almost buckled under the pressure of the magnificence of  the moment, but a meek voice captured his attention and inspired him to stand and deliver. “More...” Scootaloo moaned weakly, the erratic flapping of her wings calming down, becoming much slower and more rhythmic.

“What?” He asked, leaning down to hear Scootaloo better.

“I said more...” Scootaloo moaned even louder this time, her voice almost pleading, and Featherweight couldn’t very well ignore that request. He pulled his hips back, and pushed his length in again, and was rewarded by a low growl of delight from the filly.

“Do it again.” She commanded.

Featherweight obliged his partner’s request and pivoted his hips into her moist warmth again, only this time when she moaned, her voice was more direct, demanding and to the point. 


“Faster!” 

Featherweight’s body began to move almost autonomously, as if his actions from this point on were specifically orchestrated by his mind to follow Scootaloo’s commands. 

“♥~Uhn~♥ This feels ♥~Uwa~♥ great, but I ♥~Ohhh!~♥  want to try ♥~Ahn~♥ something ♥~Kya~♥” 

Scootaloo moved her forehooves between herself and the still furiously pumping Featherweight, and with all the might she could muster, she shoved him off of herself, and onto his back. Never one to slouch while on the uptake, Scootaloo was already straddling Featherweight as his vision caught up with him.”I want to try being on top!”  Placing her hooves on his chest, she lifted her flank in the air and brought it down slowly upon his throbbing, wanting member. As he started to rub against her heat, she came down far too quickly, and failed the insertion as a result. “Oh, uh, let me try again.” She sputtered, embarrassed by her mistake. Rising up again, Scootaloo maneuvered herself so that she was hovering over his tip, and slowly lowered herself again still missing the entrance.  “Rrrggg.... why was it so easy for you?” She began maneuvering him by hoof into herself, making slow but steady progress, that frustrated her natural inclination towards instant gratification, but teased Featherweight whose eyes began to roll into the back of his head. With one final bounce, a warming sensation overcame the two simultaneously as Scootaloo took in every inch of Featherweight. “♥~That’s more like it...~♥” she cooed.

“I’ll... I’ll say,” Featherweight concurred through the excruciating pleasure.

“♥~All right, here goes~♥” Scootaloo leaned forward on her hooves and rose herself up before gravity pulled her back down, and a wave of delight traversed her every nerve ending. “♥~Ooohhh~♥ Having fun down there? ♥~Ahn~♥  Got your heart racing yet? ♥~Yes~♥”

Featherweight could only nod and wince as her pressure came crashing down on his hips, sending jolts of electric passion down his spine. He looked up at Scootaloo as she rode him, and marveled at how lucky he was to be alive at this moment. He drank in her visage, his mind picking at and emphasizing every detail he could from her sweat-glistened orange coat, to the current unruliness of her naturally unruly mane, their entwined tails, her breathing, her moaning, that look in her eyes, the small blush that lingered on her cheeks. There wasn’t a single thing about this moment that he wanted to miss, and fortunately for him, his camera was right by his head. He grabbed it and trained it on Scootaloo as she threw her head back revelling in the  pleasures of her flesh. Click! The flash went unnoticed by Scootaloo whose mind had begun to blank throughout the ordeal due to an strange new swelling that managed to make its presence known over everything else coursing through her body at the moment. Featherweight felt something new stirring within himself as well, a strange heat he couldn’t explain or comprehend, but he couldn’t resist or fight, not that he wished to for that matter.

What is this? It feels... so... so... Featherweight couldn’t collect his thoughts through Scootaloo’s increased grinding and bouncing, as he neared his final destination for this little venture. Oh, Celestia, this feeling, I can’t describe it! Featherweight clenched his eyes, and dropped his camera  as he neared the strange new occurrence, but it halted suddenly when Scootaloo stopped her bouncing, whipped her head back, and whinnied “♥~I’ve always loved you Featherwe~ig~ht!~♥”. Her whole being shuddered for a moment before she wound up falling flat on Featherweight, body still convulsing as the intensity of her first orgasm began withering away into her muscle memory. After another wave of convulsions, the filly rolled off of Featherweight and was fast asleep

Featherweight however was ultimately confused and unsatisfied by the odd occurrence that never was, but ultimately he was too distracted by his own quandary to care.  ...What just happened?...He took a moment to glance at Scootaloo who was still shuddering adorably next to him, and only more questions came to surface as the blood circumnavigated back into his brain. Did she just say she loved me? And this morning... when she said she thought I’d have a lot of interesting photographs from hiding in the bushes, does that mean that she was watching me? Also— Featherweight’s inner voice trailed off as Scootaloo turned and planted a kiss on his lips before nuzzling against his neck sleepily. Well, I guess I can dwell on those thoughts later. He maneuvered a foreleg under Scootaloo’s neck, and the filly swooned closer. Right now, I just want to be with her. Featherweight closed his eyes and nuzzled Scootaloo. Exhaustion took its toll on the pair, whisking them off from the land of consciousness and into the realm of dreams. 


Later


Featherweight woke up in his own bed, confused and skeptical as to how he’d even gotten there. Everything in his room was exactly how he’d left it the day prior save for the puddle of vomit and the broken picture frame which had somehow cleaned and mended themselves in the time that he was out cold. It suddenly dawned on him that neither event had ever occurred in the first place.  Wait a minute... then that means... oh no, oh no. Featherweight scrambled out of his bed and towards the dresser where he kept his favorite camera on display. He snatched it from its stand and frantically pried open the film compartment, heaving a massive sigh as he did so. It’s empty. Well, I guess that dream was a little too good to be true. I guess I’m back to just being some loser that doesn’t even have the guts to talk to a filly as awesome as Scootaloo... sigh, may as well get some practice for my future failures...

“Featherweight!” The colt heard his father call from the hallway.

Well, first things first I suppose. “Coming, Dad!” The colt galloped into the hallway where his father was waiting with a firm scowl and a manilla folder tucked away under a wing.

“Son, we need to talk.”

“Sure dad, what’s up?”

“Well, after your filly friend dropped you off yesterday, late might I add, I uh... took a look inside your camera and took the liberty of developing that roll of film that was in there.”

Wait, a roll of film? So that means yesterday wasn’t just a dream! Yesterday wasn’t a dream! Oh wait... if yesterday wasn’t a dream then.... uh-oh.

“Son.” Featherweight’s father looked Featherweight directly in the eyes.  "I just want to tell you—” his father looked left and right to ensure that the coast was clear from the lady of the house. “I’m proud of you son, and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what, dad?”

“Well, your mother was in one of her moods again, and I was in one of my moods, so I decided to handle some business in the darkroom, and I got some my personal pictures mixed up with yours... look son, let’s just say I may have gotten some accidental use out of these if you catch my drift. Honest mistake when you’re in the heat of the moment.” He handed the folder to Featherweight who took it with a grain of confusion. “Good work, son. I hope to see that young lady at the dinner table sometime you hear?” The father gave his son a prideful pat on the back and began the journey back downstairs in search of a mug full of coffee, the Sunday Edition newspaper, and a nag-free hour away from his wife.

In his wake however, he left behind a very puzzled Featherweight who only lingered on his father’s last words for a moment longer before discarding the thought and returning to his room.

Once inside, Featherweight tore open the manilla folder, and nostalgia from the night prior flowed forth as his eyes danced giddily across the pictures, but something stood out among the pile of photographs. Featherweight leaned down and inspected a small piece of parchment that had found its way into the folder, and began inspecting its contents only to discover that it was a letter from Scootaloo to himself. A letter containing nineteen words that would put a grin upon his face for days upon months, upon years and decades to come.

To Featherweight,

As of today, or yesterday, depending on when you read this, I claim you as my very special somepony. 

Deal with it. See you at school.
Scootaloo.
> You're Supposed To Be Quiet In A Library (Applebloom x Spike)
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Warning/ Disclaimer: The following story contains depictions of sexual acts between two animated minors of differing biological classification. If this offends you, don’t panic, I can assure you that I honestly don’t care.
Edit: 2012/08/08: There is alliteration, lots of alliteration. Deal with it.



After School Special: You’re Supposed To Be Quiet In A Library





By: Your Antagonist





A Book Isn’t The Only Thing I Came Here To Check Out...





 
“Spike! Wake up! Wake up!” Twilight violently shook the groggy dragon from his dreamscape, incurring an agitated hiss from the reluctant reptile. “The library has been opened for five minutes, why are you still asleep!?”

Through grit teeth and clenched eyes, the dazed dragon mumbled out a response to his ward’s rhetorical question. “Uughh... because the sun is evil...” Spike flailed his arms around lazily in front of his face in an attempt to shield his vision from the seemingly omnipresent rays of the sun. “Nnngghh... Twilight, can’t you cast a spell and turn off the sun? I need all the sleep I can get so I can read through all the saturday morning comics... ”

Twilight rolled her eyes and began slapping Spike lightly across the face with a nearby issue of  ‘The Invisible Mare’ that Spike had fallen asleep reading.  “I’ve told you over and over again that I have a conference to attend in Canterlot this weekend, and that you would be in charge of the library while I was gone, but just look at this place, it’s a mess!” Twilight gestured to the alleged clutter that plagued the upper level of her beloved emporium. 

The average observer would look upon the room and see only a few books lying about, open and unattended on immaculately polished tables. The more astute onlooker would have been able to discern a few measly crumbs left behind from Spike’s violation of Twilight’s “no eating upstairs” rule. To the nit-picking, over-analyzing eyes of an obsessive-compulsive such as Twilight Sparkle however, the room was filled to the brim with hellfire and overturned bookcases that stood as testaments to the fact that she had allowed absolute anarchy to go unchecked in her personal bastion. 

Spike glanced lazily about the vicinity and shrugged after giving the room a half-conscious assessment. He simply didn’t possess the same level of neuroticism necessary to see the atrocities that had put his unicorn counterpart on edge. With a singular mind-clearing yawn and back-stretch combination, Spike managed to force himself into a higher state of awareness, but at the cost of drowning out Twilight as she continued on some inane rant that he couldn’t be bothered to comprehend in his half-conscious state.

“—Spike, are you even listening to me?!” Twilight released her magical grip on Spike, and sent the tiny dragon hurtling towards the ground with a heavy Thump.

Rubbing his head, Spike slowly picked himself from the ground and absent-mindedly replied to Twilight’s inquiry. “Yeah, yeah, I heard you.” Spike waved Twilight’s concerns away with a claw. “Something about... library... stuff...”

Realizing that her shorthand lecture was being wasted on its intended recipient, Twilight rolled her eyes and shook her head before huffing a sigh at the drowsy dragon. “Look, I have to finish packing and it’s going to take at least three hours, so just take this list of errands—” Twilight’s horn flared with magenta magic, and a second later, a piece of parchment materialized  in the air next to Spike’s head, “—and please get them done before I have to leave in...” Twilight glanced at a nearby clock. “Three hours, thirty five minutes, and twenty seven seconds. I should finish with just enough time to browse through the The Twice Translated Thanklessly Thick Treatise Transcribing Trottingham’s Terrible Time Travel Travesties Tome Two.”

Spike was willing to overlook the fact that Twilight had given him the time to the second and the ludicrous title of the book, as he had discovered a flaw in the studious librarian’s methodology. “Wait a second Twilight, if you’re going to be packing for three hours, and I’m going to be out, then who’s gonna maintain the library?”

“Oh, I didn’t have to stretch myself too far to find a couple of eager substitute librarians.”

“Oh no... you didn’t... not them.”

Twilight grinned mischievously at Spike, and cuffed a hoof to her ear as she awaited the inevitable harmony of horror from the lower floor of the library.

“Cutie Mark Crusader Substitute Librarians! Yay!”

Spike felt a violent shiver course through his body as the shout resonated through the tree that he called home. “Twilight, why? I just reshelved and reorganized the library! Why couldn’t you have gotten Twist or Diamond Tiara? Why them?”

Twilight smirked at Spike’s panicked state. It more than made up for the fact that he had zoned her out during the lecture. “They said yes, and you weren’t awake. They may not be the neatest or most organized bunch, but then again cleaning up after them isn’t my issue this weekend, and the longer that they’re in charge, well, you figure it out.” 

“I get it, I get it, better get started," the dragon grumbled under his breath as he trudged his way down the stairs. Once Spike reached the bottom of the stairs, he breathed a small sigh of pride as he took in the busy atmosphere of the business half of the library. Scores of scholars scrutinizingly skimmed scriptures and scrolls, and the usual saturday morning audience had gathered to peruse the newest issues of comic books such as ‘Spidermare’, ‘Captain Equestria’, as well as the graphic novel adaptations of Mare Do Well and Daring Do. Every issue of the latter title at the moment was being hoarded by Rainbow Dash, who had chosen to wear the Daring Do costume Rarity had crafted for her, and as entertaining a sight it was to see a grown mare in a costume playing keep away with a group of irate children, Spike was searching for a far greater disturbance to the peace, and he didn’t have to look far to find it.

Not more than a spit’s distance from the dragon, he spotted Twilight’s alleged substitute librarians.

“Sweetie Belle, what in tarnation are you doing?”

“I’m just reorganizing the books like Ms. Twilight told me to.”

“Sweetie Belle, Ah don’t think Twilight told you to make a fortress out of encyclopedias. Now take that dang thing down and help me go through this here catalogue.”

From the depths of the filly-sized fort, two emerald green eyes narrowed suggestively at Applebloom “...you’re just jealous of Fort Sweetie Belle,” declared the cotton candy-maned filly.

“Now why in tarnation would I be jealous of or for that matter want to go inside that—”

“Good morning Sweetie Belle, good morning Applebloom,” Spike greeted the fillies with a friendly wave and a smile. 

Almost immediately after Spike’s greeting, Applebloom’s cream-yellow face flared a fierce shade of red, and faster than the dragon could perceive, Applebloom dashed inside the tiny fortress, kicked out its current occupant, and sealed up the entrance with the surplus encyclopedias laying about.

“Okay, that was... weird...” Spike looked to Sweetie Belle for some explanation regarding Applebloom’s estranging behavior.

Sweetie Belle only shrugged in response. “Beats me, she’s been acting like that all morning.”

“Hey wait a minute, I see two of you. Where’s the third, and what’s she destroying?” Spike whipped his head around the library searching for the third member of the apocalyptic trifecta.

“Oh, Scootaloo couldn’t make it this morning, said something about hunting for a shutterbug. Do you know what a shutterbug looks like, Spike?”

Spike breathed a sigh of relief. The destructive potential of the Cutie Mark Crusaders had been cut by a third, but even still, a fraction of armageddon was more than enough to destroy the order and sanctity of the library. “Can’t say that I do, and I can’t say that I care. Now look here, I’m going to be out for a couple of hours, so please, do me a favor and keep the destruction to a minimum.”

“Sheesh, you could have a little more faith in us Spike,” Sweetie Belle pouted.

“Right, well let’s see if the library is still standing by the time I get back,” Spike chuckled to himself as he exited the venue, behind him Sweetie Belle stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry after him before turning her attention back to Applebloom.

“Applebloom, you can come out now,” Sweetie Belle cooed to the fortress.

She heard some shuffling from within the structure, and waited patiently as one of the books slid out of place revealing a pair of nervous brown eyes. “Is Spike gone?” Sweetie Belle nodded in response, and a moment later, the wall of books crumbled forth, and Applebloom trotted forth skittishly from the den of books. “Dangit, Ah did it again!”

“Did what again?” Sweetie Belle asked.

Applebloom scuffed the ground anxiously, and averted her gaze from Sweetie Belle’s. She hadn’t told anypony else about her feelings for Spike out of fear that she would be ridiculed by her peers, but then again Sweetie Belle was one of her best friends. After a moment of deliberation, Applebloom looked her friend in the eyes and sighed, deciding she would spill the beans right then and there. “All right, Ah’ll tell you, but you have to promise that you won’t laugh.”

“I promise!”

“Pinkie Pie promise.”

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and began chanting out the ludicrous limerick as she went through the motions of the Pinkie Pie promise. “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye— ow!” Sweetie Belle had gone full-force on the last part of the chant and poked herself in the eye. “Are you gonna tell me now?” Sweetie Belle asked rubbing her sore eye.

“Alright.” Applebloom beckoned Sweetie Belle closer with a wave of her hoof, and divulged her secret in a hushed whisper. “Ah... Ah I’m in love with Spike, but Ah don’t know how to tell ‘im. There, I said it, now go ahead an’ laugh!” Applebloom clenched her eyes and slumped to the ground, almost certain that Sweetie Belle would burst out in laughter and tears.

Much to the earth-filly’s surprise, Sweetie Belle placed a reassuring hoof around Applebloom’s neck. “Apple Bloom, Apple Bloom. I'm not going to laugh. Why, I think it's great you finally found your special some...dragon-thing after all this time.!” 

“You... you do?”

“Well, I mean, sure he’s a bit grumpy, and a little rough around the edges, but aside from that, Spike’s a great guy... er, dragon... dragonguy? Whatever, I think you should confess to him.”

Applebloom’s face resumed its earlier beet red shading as the filly seized a book from the ground and held it in front of her face to hide her embarrassment. “Ah cain’t do that! What if he turns me down? Ah’ll be devastated!”

Sweetie Belle took Applebloom and drew her closer. “But that’s better than not asking him at all, right? What if he says yes? Then you would have a very special somedragon to call your own!”

“B-but doesn’t he like yer sister? Ah cain’t compete against Rarity! It was silly for me to even bring it up,” Applebloom sighed shrinking further behind the book.

Sweetie Belle glowered indignantly at her friend’s lack of confidence. “Look, do you like Spike or not?”

“Well of course Ah do, but—”

“But nothing!” Sweetie Belle stomped her hoof on the ground to drive her point home garnering the attention of the surrounding library patrons. “If you really truly like him, then you shouldn’t let anything stand in the way of your true feelings, especially not my sister!” 

Applebloom  pondered her friend’s words for a moment, and lowered the book from her face with a reluctant huff. “I guess yer right, Sweetie Belle, but how do Ah, y’know, tell ‘im?”

The glare on the unicorn filly’s face softened at Applebloom’s  “Oh, that’s easy, just do what they do in Rarity’s romance novels.” 

Applebloom raised an eyebrow at Sweetie Belle’s statement, and waited eagerly for the filly’s continuation.

“You just follow him around and wait until the time is right, and that’s when you confess.”

Applebloom shot an uncertain look at Sweetie Belle, silently questioning her friend’s sanity, as well as Rarity’s taste in literature. “You’re jokin’, right?”

“Why would I give you bad advice? Now go out there and follow him before he gets too far away.”

“But what about the library? Do you think you can handle it on your own?”

“Geez, you and Spike are one and the same you know that? I mean, would it kill you to have a little faith in me?” 

“Sorry, Sweetie—”

“Don’t be sorry, be on your way, and give it your best shot!” Sweetie seized Applebloom by the flank and began to push the farm filly to the exit.

“Alright, thanks Sweetie Belle, Ah promise Ah won’t let ya down!”

“Good, now, just go for it!” Sweetie Belle shouted as she shoved Applebloom out of the door and into the brisk Saturday morning air. Heaving a heavy sigh of relief, Sweetie Belle turned her attention to the more pressing matters at hoof. There were books to be checked-in, checked-out and catalogued, shelves to be restocked and reorganized, fines to finagle from frequently late customers, and dusting to be done. The filly looked upon her impending workload and debated which task to complete first. A moment later, she heard the sound of shelf housing several unforgivingly-thick reference books collapse to the ground, and in that instant, she knew  that her first priority as a librarian would be to establish the law of Sweetie Belle, from the safety of her encyclopedic fort no less. 



Spike casually strolled down the busy Ponyville with his reliable old red wagon in claw.   “Let’s see, what’s first on this list?” Spike perused the list, and was relieved to find that Twilight had only given him a small handful of tasks to complete. “Let’s see here, pick-up twenty quills, twenty parchments, and a bushel of apples, and... that’s it? Heh, Twilight’s being merciful today,” Spike mused. 

A moment later, an eerie shiver ran down the dragon’s spine, evoking a higher state of awareness within the reptile’s mind. He couldn’t help but feel as though someone was watching him intently from behind. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt this sensation either. For the last three weeks, whenever he would cover for Twilight in the library or run errands for her in town, he could have sworn that he felt a piercing gaze on him, regardless of where he went.  Spike whipped around quickly and began scanning every sector of the busy street behind himself, in hopes that he’d catch a glimpse of the source, but much to his chagrin, there was only the hustle and bustle of ponies going about their daily lives. Shrugging the feeling, Spike resumed his trek to the stationary store, occasionally glancing behind himself as he went. 

From a nearby rooftop, a certain pink-bowed filly heaved an infatuated sigh as she watched the object of her affections waddle uncertainly through the streets. While Applebloom wanted nothing more than to rush down to the ground level and confess, for the time being, she would have to settle on gazing at him from a distance as she’d been doing for the past three weeks. At least until the perfect opportunity presented itself. As Spike moved further and further through the market, Applebloom kept pace by leaping stealthily from rooftop to rooftop, never averting her amorous gaze. 

It wasn’t too long before Spike arrived at and disappeared inside of his first destination: Plethora Plenty’s Plaza of Parchments, Pens, and Perusables. Applebloom took this opportunity to dismount the rooftop. As soon as she hit the ground, the filly galloped as fast as she could for cover in the bosom of a  nearby bush, where she stumbled across an unexpected orange-coated bedfellow. “Scootaloo?”

“Applebloom? What are you doing here?”

“Ah, could ask you the same question, so Ah will: what’re you doin’ here instead of lookin’ for that thing ya blew me an’ Sweetie Belle off for?”

“What? Hey! I asked you first!” Scootaloo argued.

“Did not!” Applebloom rebutted.

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did— oh forget it, we’ll be at this all day.” Scootaloo ceded, knowing that back and forths with Applebloom ran the risk of going on for hours at a time. “You see that bush over there?” Scootaloo pointed at some foliage adjacent from her own position on the street. Applebloom nodded in response. “Well, Featherweight has been in there all morning, and I’m just waiting on him to come out so I can...” Scootaloo’s face began to flush an intense shade of red. “An-anyway, I told you why I’m here, now why are you here, huh?” 

Applebloom’s face adopted a similar coloring to her pegasus counterpart’s, and she began nervously fumbling with her hooves. “Well, y’see, Ah, uh... Ah’ kinda doin’ the same thing as you, ‘cept y’know, Ah’ve been followin’ Spike. Now, that Ah’ve told you, what were you gonna say before you turned this around on me?”

Scootaloo looked left and right to ensure that no one was close enough to hear her when she divulged her secret. With a sigh, and a wave of her hoof, she beckoned Applebloom closer. “I’m gonna make Featherweight my very special somepony,” Scootaloo whispered, a sheepish yet proud smile crawling across her lips.

Applebloom was awed, dumbstruck, but above all inspired by her friend’s emboldened declaration. “That’s awesome Scootaloo—”

Scootaloo interjected with a harsh whisper. “Keep your voice down!” 

“Sorry,” Applebloom whispered, “Anyway, that’s awesome Scootaloo, but if you don’t mind my askin’..." Applebloom once again clicked her hooves together hesitantly unsure of whether or not to ask what was on her mind. “Just how’re you, y’know, gonna make him yours?”

A sly grin replaced Scootaloo’s once frustrated grimace as she cupped her hooves around one of Applebloom’s ears, and began to shamelessly divulge her plan in all of its redolent glory.

Scootaloo drew away and observed the wide-eyed shock painted on the farm-filly’s face. “Sweetie Belle told you to do that?” 

Scootaloo sat back on her haunches and nodded.

“But, will that even work?” Applebloom asked.

“Well, from the way Pipsqueak’s been looking at her lately, I’d say so.”

Applebloom took a moment to consider the implications of doing such a thing with Spike, and she grew so flustered that a thin trail of steam began to rise from her cheeks. 

“Hey,” Scootaloo said nudging Applebloom. “Spike’s coming out of that store, looks like you ought to get going.”

“Alright,” Applebloom said as she watched Spike drop the load of parchments and quills into his wagon before walking off to find the second and final item on his errands list. “Good luck on catchin’ your ‘shutterbug’ Scootaloo, and uh, thanks for the advice.”

“Same to you Applebloom, but just one thing before you go.”

“What’s that, Scoots?”

“Spike? Really?” Scootaloo was straining to suppress her laughter at the thought.

Applebloom scowled and puffed her cheeks out indignantly, before she turned away and stomped out of the bush. In the interest of keeping out of sight and a safe distance from the dragon, Applebloom dove behind a nearby vendor’s cart, and peeked around the side to catch a glimpse of Spike. Spike however had trekked a fair amount of distance walking along the rows upon rows of shops in search of a fruit stand, completely unaware of his amorous pastel yellow phantom. 

At the moment, his attention was directed elsewhere as he watched an unusually melancholy Twist trot closely behind Snails who looked about as clueless as ever. Spike wondered just what had the normally ecstatic confectionery in such a funk, but quickly shirked the thought as he arrived in front of Applejack’s apple stand.

“Well howdy, Spike, what can I do ya’ for this mornin’?” The ecstatic cowmare greeted.

“Hey, Applejack, I’ll just take a bushel of assorted apples, except for the ones with yellow skins because Twilight thinks they’re atrocities.”

“One bushel of assorted apples comin’ right up!” Applejack disappeared behind her counter and resurfaced a moment later with a fresh bag of apples in her mouth. “Zhat’ll be zhree bitsh, Shpike!”

“Three bits, just a second...” Spike reached into his coin wallet, and produced three gold coins, promptly slapping them down on the corner as he retrieved the bag from Applejack’s mouth. “All right, thanks AJ, I’ll see you around.”

“Hang on a second Spike, I’ve got a promotional item that I’m givin’ away with every purchase.” Applejack sank behind her counter once again but she was taking much longer than last time, causing Spike to wonder what the item in question could be. A moment later he heard Applejack mutter, “Dangit, where’d they go?” Shortly after, Applejack reappeared, very confused and slightly irritated. “Sorry ‘bout  that Spike, I had a pan full of fresh apple fritters earlier, and now they’re all missin’. I wonder what happened.”

“Awww, that actually sounds really good right now. Oh well, I guess I’ll just get something when I get back home, thanks anyways Applejack.”

“Anytime Spike, tell Twi’ I said hello, y’hear?”

“Will do Applejack, see ya!” Spike said as he began the short walk home.

Applejack waved after the little dragon before returning her attention back to her apples, when she noticed something odd: the Apples seemed to be moving. Applejack leaned closer to inspect her produce, and suddenly a pink bow attached to a red mane exploded forth from the stockpile. “Dangit, Ah’ve gotta beat him to the library, but how’m Ah gonna do that without him seein’ me?”

“Applebloom, what in tarnation are you doin’ in my apples!?”

“Sorry sis, cain’t explain right now, Ah’ve gotta get back to the library, but I promise Ah’ll tell ya later!”

“Applebloom, you ain’t goin’ anywhere until I—”

Another explosion of apples successfully cut Applejack off mid-sentence, and in its wake stood none other than Pinkie Pie, wearing a ninja mask no less. “Did somepony say library? I was just about to head back there!”

Applejack looked between her sister and the psychotic pink pastry fiend sitting in her applecart. “Pinkie Pie, how in horse-feathers did you get in my dang cart!? What is goin’ on here!?”

“A pastry ninja never reveals her secrets! Now come with me, small one!” Pinkie Pie seized Applebloom in a tight embrace, and the filly couldn’t help but remark that Pinkie smelled unsurprisingly like cake frosting. “To the library!” She cried as she dragged Applebloom with her under the remaining Apples.

Applejack plunged her hoof in after the pair, but only found purchase on the bottom of the cart. Applejack pulled her hoof back out of the crate, and felt as though she’d seen a ghost. “That just don’t make no sense, and I don’t care to figure out how she did it. Just gonna sell some apples, go home and lay down.”





“Here ya go Applebloom!” Pinkie Pie chirped as she shoved the filly through 
a gap between some books in one of the library’s bookshelves. “Oh, and good luck with Spikey!” Pinkie whispered.

Applebloom’s face grew a shade of crimson as she asked in a dull roar “Wh-what? How did y’all know about that?”

“That’s a ninja secret! I’ll never tell!” Pinkie Pie declared as she drew the gap in the books closed. Applebloom  trotted over and pried the gap back open to see if she could catch a glimpse of the magenta maniac, but all she could see were the shaved wooden walls of the library. 

“Well,” Applebloom began “That was mighty strange.”

“Applebloom!”  The voice belonged to Sweetie Belle, who was cantering over as quickly as she could to greet her friend. “I didn’t see the door open, how did you get in?”

“When Ah know the answer to that, Ah’ll let ya know, Sweetie.” It hadn’t occurred to Applebloom before, but the library was unusually quiet and absent of any patrons. “Say, where’d everypony else go?”

“Is that really important right now? Anyway, did you tell him?”

“Not yet,” Applebloom admitted sheepishly. “But Ah’m about to! He’s on his way here now, so that’s when I’m gonna tell ‘im.”

“Well, shouldn’t be too hard, you’ve pretty much got this whole place to yourself, after Ms. Sparkle leaves.”

The sound of stomping from the stairwell garnered the attention of both fillies “Ugh! Where is that dragon! I know I told him that he had three hours, but it should have only taken him twenty minutes at best, and I’m ready to go now! I don’t have time for this, I need to be checked in at the train station so I can start preparing my schedule for the conference!” Twilight hit the last stair and fixed her attention on Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. “You two don’t have a problem staying back a little longer do you?”

“Not at all, Ms. Twilight!” Sweetie Belle chirped, her voice cracking slightly.

“Thanks girls, I’ll make it up to you when I come back from Canterlot, I promise!” Twilight said, levitating her ridiculously-bloated suitcases behind herself as she galloped out of the library’s entrance.

“Huh,” said Sweetie Belle. “I guess you’ve got the place to yourself then. In that case...” Sweetie Belle trotted over to a nearby desk, and procured a velvet saddlebag from the seat. “Come on, Applebloom, let’s go upstairs!” Sweetie Belle chirped.

Ever the skeptic whenever it came to Sweetie Belle’s schemes, Applebloom eyed the saddlebags suspiciously. “Hold up, Sweetie Belle, what’s in them bags?”

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and sighed at Applebloom’s skepticism. “It’s a surprise, now come on, Spike could come back at any minute!” The unicorn filly bolted up the staircase to the library’s upper level, and a moment later Applebloom reluctantly followed suit.

Once upstairs, Applebloom noticed Sweetie Belle standing in the center of the room with the saddle bag at her feet, and a mischievous grin on her lips. Against her better judgement, Applebloom bit the buck and decided to ask again. “Are you gonna tell me what’s in the bag Sweetie Belle? The suspense is killin’ me.”

“Don’t worry, you’re about to find out, and in a few minutes, so will Spike.” Sweetie Belle flipped the top of the bag open, and her deviant grin only grew more emboldened as she began to trot closer. The situation was starting to look more and more  like a bad idea gone terrible, but with Spike on the way she didn’t have much choice. Applebloom who could only swallow nervously and trust her friend’s judgement. 




As Spike walked into the library, the first thing he noticed was how absolutely devoid of any signs of life the place was, which was surprising given the time of day. “Hello?” Spike called to any potential library patrons. His only reply was silence. "Huh, I guess Twilight already left and closed up while she was at it. Well, since I’ve got the whole day to myself, I think I’ll grab a nap.” With a yawn and a stretch of his back, Spike made his way to the staircase, where the sound of hoof falls, rustling, and unintelligible bickering could be heard clear as day. “Hello?” Spike called up the staircase, and almost instantly, the noise from upstairs  ceased, saved for some panicked whispering. “Hey, who’s up there?” Once again there was no response, only the creaking of floor boards followed by hushed whimpering. Fed up with the lack of answers he was receiving, Spike stomped his way up the stairs, but just as he reached the middle, Sweetie Belle cantered down giggling and grinning from ear to ear. Needless to say, Spike suspected something was amiss. 

“Hey, Spike!”

“I’m probably going to regret asking this, but what were you doing upstairs in me and Twilight’s room?”

“Oh, well you see, I was helping Applebloom with a surprise for you!”

“A surprise?” Spike asked cocking a bemused eyebrow.

“Yup! And now that we’re finished, I’m just gonna leave you two alone in this empty ole’ library. Alone. Together.” Spike opened his mouth to question Sweetie Belle’s odd behavior, but just as quickly as he’d started to speak, Sweetie Belle raced down the rest of the stairs faster than Applejack during the running of the leaves. His curiosity peaked, Spike resumed his climb up the stairs, and immediately began scanning the room as soon as he stepped inside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Nothing save for an odd quivering lump of blankets on Twilight’s bed.

“Applebloom?” Spike called to the lump. To his surprise, the lump gasped stopped quivering and began to grow smaller and smaller on the mattress.

“T-there’s nopony here! Now get out!”

“So then why is nopony trying to kick me out of my own room?” Spike chuckled, casually strolling over to the bed. Applebloom chose to remain silent and unmoving under the blanket, but curled into an even tighter ball when she felt Spike’s weight on the bed draw closer. “Hey, are you alright?” There was no response. Spike reached towards the blanket and gave it a fierce tug, but the current occupant yanked it back down twice as hard. The back and forth continued with no feasible end in sight until Applebloom bucked Spike onto his back, forcing the dragon to release the blanket. “Ow, Applebloom... why’d you kick me?” Spike asked, rubbing his sore stomach.

“Ah’m mighty sorry about that Spike, but Ah’m just a mite hesitant about this.”

“Hesitant about what?”

He heard a sigh from inside the ball of blankets, and watched intently as the covers fell off unveiling the ‘surprise’ that Sweetie Belle had been going on about. Before him, stood a completely different Applebloom than he was accustomed to. The filly’s normally unkempt mane had been curled and parted to one side and adorned with a immaculate golden bow that her own sister would have described as one of the most frou-frou things she’d ever seen, while on her back sat a frilly pink saddle that easily complimented her horseshoes and choker necklace. “W-well, what do ya think?”

A moment of awkward silence passed between the two before a harsh cackle erupted from Spike. "You look ridiculous!" The dragon laughed so hard that he fell onto his back, kicking his feet in the air with reckless abandon.

"W-well it's not my fault! Sweetie Belle told me to put this get-up on ‘cause it would help me confess to you, you id—" Applebloom clasped her hooves to her mouth as she realized all too late what she had just let slip. 

Spike’s fit of laughter ceased and his heart skipped a beat as he attempted to register what he’d just heard. “Applebloom, what’d you say?” Spike stood up and looked into her eyes, albeit she quickly broke eye contact as soon as it had been established. “You wanted confess something to me?”

Applebloom fidgeted her hooves manically while she continued to avoid all eye contact with Spike. “Oh, Ah, um, y’see, Ah really... you...” The farm filly began stumbling over her words unable to make a coherent sentence in her frazzled state, however her next course of action surprised even herself. Applebloom decided that if she couldn’t tell him how she felt, she’d just have to show him. She turned away from the wall and heaved out a lung full of anxiety, turning her gaze to meet Spike, who was quick to notice the sudden shift in her demeanor. In fact, the air of confidence that surrounded the filly brought out a plethora of little things he’d never noticed about her before: the radiance of her golden brown eyes, how lush and rich her fur was, the way that bow complimented everything about her perfectly, and her taut active figure which was accented by the toned lean muscle she’d gained from working in the fields.

But above all, the things that stood out about Applebloom at this moment was the luscious curvature of her wanting, waiting lips as they drew dangerously closer to his own, and her golden eyes, no longer plagued by skittishness but rather of some baser domineering instinct that captivated and entranced the dragon’s focus, stirring some unknown appetite deep within the pleasure centers of his mind. As their lips met, a surge of excitement flowed between the two, inspiring further investigation of the new phenomenon they’d stumbled upon. Applebloom savored every second of the encounter, her lips pressing forth ravenously into his as though to seize his warmth and lay claim to her long-awaited prize. Spike driven by raw desire and curiosity indulged himself in Applebloom’s sweet taste, unaware that his draconic impulses had begun to subconsciously direct his actions as his tongue slithered forth to meet hers, and began caressing and exploring its newfound companion with avaricious fervor, which to his surprise evoked a moan from Applebloom, who was swimming with elation at how well her gamble had paid off.

A moment later, Spike broke away from Applebloom’s kiss, uncertain of how to interpret this turn of events. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly found himself once again silenced as Applebloom wrapped her forelegs around his neck and drew him back into euphoria, attacking his lips twice as aggressively, and to her satisfaction Spike didn’t resist, even as she leaned her weight into him, forcing him on his back while she continued her amorous assault. Applebloom ran her hooves along the scales on Spike’s head, sending small shivers up and down the dragon’s spine, as she began to trail her lips down spike’s neck, delectating on the curious flavor and texture of his scales while her mane tickled and teased his chest.

With each kiss Applebloom delivered to his chest, Spike could feel himself growing more and more excited, as did a certain part of his anatomy that began to swell and make its presence known to its owner, who began to squirm and grunt under his insatiable burning need that was insistent on manifesting itself. Embarrassed, Spike pushed Applebloom away and crossed his legs in a failing attempt to hide his shame. Needless to say, his behavior did not go unnoticed by Applebloom. The filly sat up and gave the now blushing Spike a once-over, her eyes falling on an all but unnoticeable pointed pulsing pink protrusion peaking past the lower portion of his white underbelly. “Hey, Spike, what’s that?” Applebloom reached forward with a hoof and began poking the new development curiously.

Flustered, Spike slapped Applebloom’s hoof away and curled up into a ball. “H-how should I know? I’ve never seen it before.”

Applebloom eyed the dragon's poorly hidden erection, when something crossed her mind. “Ya know, Ah think that’s the thing that Sweetie Belle was goin’ on about... hey, that gives me an idea!”

“Idea?” Spike didn’t like where this was going, and with Sweetie Belle’s name in the equation that went doubly so.

Applebloom grinned at Spike and placed a hoof on the dragon’s thigh, sending a flutter of  panicked excitement through his belly.  Applebloom leaned forward and delivered an experimental lick to the length of the dragon’s burden, causing it to throb anxiously whilst eliciting a tense groan from the timid recipient. Applebloom smirked at the little growl, and gave Spike’s shaft another slower more focused lick, teasing his tip with her lips. For her efforts, she garnered a much stronger reaction than the last time as Spike groaned even louder, gripping the sheets on the bed tightly. Applebloom began to circumnavigate her tongue around Spike’s shaft, which sent violent shivers up his spine, causing his toes to curl from the stimulation. No longer content with simply teasing her quarry, Applebloom wrapped her luscious lips around Spike’s dragonhood and initiated her descent, allowing her tongue to glide about and explore while the moist heat of her mouth enraptured and overloaded Spike’s senses, sending him over the edge, but Applebloom wasn’t done yet. 

In the interest of gaining better leverage before continuing, Applebloom shifted her position and swung her legs over Spike’ chest so that she straddling him in reverse. A consequence of this position was that she was now presenting her filly-hood to Spike who was still infatuated with the constant pleasure flowing from her mouth to his loins. Applebloom seized Spike’s calves with her forelegs and used them as leverage to intensify the speed and force of her bobbing further mesmerizing her draconic lover. Spike however had grown accustomed to the constant source of pleasure flowing through him long enough to regain his wits. He looked upon Applebloom’s exposed folds which had grown wet from her arousal and now emitted a strong, sweet scent that intoxicated its curious observer below. 

Spike extended his forked tongue towards Applebloom’s essence, and landed upon a bright pink slit amidst her yellow fur. For his eagerness, he was rewarded with an immediate reaction from Applebloom who shuddered and squealed, which inspired him to explore her further. As Spike’s tongue entered her and began rubbing along her walls, he could feel Applebloom clench down, overloading his sense of taste with her sweet essence.  “Sp-spike, what in tarnation do you think you’re doin’ back there?” Applebloom asked as a surge of elation washed through her, soon followed by another after another. Applebloom closed her eyes and allowed each movement of Spike’s tongue to relax and titillate her nerve endings, drawing out enamored moans with each convulsion. Spike took this opportunity to seize Applebloom’s firmly toned haunches with his claws, using the extra leverage to move his tongue even deeper inside. 

Applebloom responded to Spike’s efforts by reimmersing the dragon’s throbbing member into her mouth, though she was disappointed to receive less of a response than the first time as Spike was too preoccupied treating himself to Applebloom’s love nectars. His body was still responding to the stimulus as she could note from the constant fanning and curling of his toes. Enraptured in the overwhelming stimulus from eachother’s oral antics, it was only a matter of time before Spike sensed an inevitable heated swelling from his nether regions. It began to spread through him causing his mouth to water slightly as it grew in intensity. On Applebloom’s end of the spectrum, she could feel something big coming. The once calming pleasure that flowed through her, began to grow more and more intense, as she clamped down tighter and tighter around Spike’s tongue. The build-up surrounding the two lasted only a moment later before it came to an abrupt end. Spike intensified his grip upon Applebloom’s haunches and clenched his eyes, as a sharp explosion of heat and pressure erupted from him and filled the inside of Applebloom’s mouth. Simultaneously, Applebloom felt a jolt of electricity race up her spine that inspired a massive release of tension from deep within her that peaked for all of an instant before it slowly ebbed away, rendering her limp from the wave of bliss that had passed through her being. 

After what seemed like a pleasant eternity of basking in the bliss afforded to the lovers by their joint orgasms, Applebloom rose slowly to her hooves and spat the brackish discharge in her mouth upon the sheets, an act that didn’t go unseen by Spike who grimaced as he looked at the odd stain on the bed. “Dang, I could really go for another one of... whatever that was..” Applebloom purred.

“I really hope that doesn’t stain, otherwise Twilight is going to kill me.”

Applebloom chuckled at Spike’s remark and began swaying her tail in a pendulum like motion, presenting herself to Spike in a teasing manner. “We can clean that later, let’s keep goin’ for now.”

“Keep going? You mean it gets better than that?”

“Come here an’ let’s see,” Applebloom purred, lifting her tail upwards to reveal herself to Spike, beckoning him closer by batting her eyebrows suggestively.Spike followed her instructions nai-autonomously, as he stood up and strolled closer to Appebloom, the fire of his once extinguished arousal rekindling itself at the sight of Applebloom’s exposed filly-hood. “Come on an’ put it in,” She instructed, wiggling her flank in front of him.

“I don’t know Applebloom, I'm kinda nervous about this...”

“But Ah want it noooowww!” Applebloom whined, turning her head to coerce Spike with her pleading brown eyes.

Spike swallowed back his timidity and gripped his dragon-hood firmly, easing it towards Applebloom folds, which began to part like curtains in the wake of Spike’s hardened member. Applebloom gasped as she felt his length slowly invade her, spreading through her nerve endings like a wildfire of elation. Applebloom’s rapture only lasted a moment longer, as Spike’s arrival was met with resistance. In his focused state Spike gripped Applebloom’s flanks tightly and pulled the filly closer as he drove himself further and further into her depths, unaware that what had once been satisfied moaning had transgressed into a pained whimper as Applebloom’s purity was taken from her. The pain lasted only a moment, and was rapidly replaced by a much more pleasant sensation, making it seem as though there had never been any pain at all. 

Spike on the otherhoof grunted as he slid deeper into his partner’s tight moist heat. Once Spike reached the limit of his advance he began to draw his hips back, clenching his jaw  as his shaft grinded along Applebloom’s convulsing velvet walls, drawing forth another smitten moan from the filly. Once he had extracted himself from her completely, Spike thrusted his hips forward once again and pulled Applebloom towards himself, slowly but surely digging his claws into her haunches as the pleasure began to impede his rationality, allowing his draconic instincts to take over. With another thrust sending exquisite shivers up her spine, Applebloom’s forelegs buckled beneath the pressure, and she buried her face in nearby pillow to stifle her increasingly loud moaning as Spike pumped away inside of her, forging a small method to his lust induced madness. In his state of heightened arousal, Spike began to massage her voluptous flanks, immersing himself in the lush texture of her soft fur, his hand trailing the length of her back up to her neck where he began to run his claws through her cherry red mane allowing it to flow through his fingers with the aesthetic beauty of ruby dust flowing through a sift. 

“Do it harder.” Applebloom’s muffled voice pierced through Spike’s pleasure crazed mindset, and the dragon stopped for moment.

“What?”

Applebloom turned her head to the side so her voice wouldn’t be impeded by the pillow, and Spike noticed that her cheeks were as red as her mane. “Ah said, Ah want you to do it harder! Please?”

Spike nodded and pulled himself away from Applebloom, rearing his hips back as he prepared to thrust. Applebloom turned her face back into the pillow, clenched her eyes and braced herself for the incoming shockwave of pleasure that resonated through her being, and yelped as it was quickly accompanied by another that came twice as hard and twice as fast. His mind focused solely on regaling the howls of the filly below him, Spike held nothing back. It was only a matter of time before he felt Applebloom convulse and tighten up beneath him, her head whipping back in ecstasy as she began to rock her hips against Spike who timed his assaults with her own. Sensing that familiar build-up of an itching heat from earlier, Applebloom turned her head to look directly into Spike’s emerald green eyes. She wanted to see his face twisted in the euphoric frenzy her body had cast upon him as she came.  She wanted to study the wild look in his face as he gave in to his natural tendencies and gradually became hers, and she his.

There was a look of satisfaction and ownership in the filly’s hypnotic golden eyes that sent Spike over the edge, inspiring him to reach out and seize Applebloom delicately by the chin planting his lips upon her own for one last kiss before he rushed for the home stretch. Spike broke the kiss, seized Applebloom’s tail and pounded away selfishly, serenading himself to each pant, cry, and yelp she emitted. All the while, he could feel that familiar burning pushing and swelling its way through his loins. “Applebloom, I’m gonna—”

“♥~Me too~♥Applebloom paused to gasp. Sensing she only had another few more strokes from Spike before her climax would strip her wits from her, she chose to declare her feelings. ♥~Ah, Ah, Ah love you Spi~i~i~ke!~♥ It started at the base of her spine like a wave of erratic living energy crawling through every fiber of her being, finally exploding in her mind flooding her vision with a plethora of colors.

As Applebloom’s sex clamped down tighter and tighter, Spike’s stamina had finally hit its limit. Fierce liquid fire erupted from the dragon’s member, and began to fill Applebloom like a torrent of heated ferocity. As Spike’s elation died down, so did the energy that had been running rampant through him only a moment ago, and due to this odd newfound exhaustion, Spike collapsed onto his back and shortly after was joined by an exhausted, panting Applebloom, who quickly nuzzled into his chest after planting a kiss on his cheek. There were a thousand things that the pair of lovers needed to discuss, but at the moment, Applebloom’s peaceful sleeping form wrapped around his spent frame was more than enough to convince Spike that it could wait until later. Thus the dragon allowed himself to join his equine counterpart in the blissful realm of dreams, but just before his mind shifted into unconsciousness he heard Applebloom mumble something from her placid state. “Ah finally got my very-special somedragon...”

Spike grinned weakly as his eyelids grew heavy. “You sure did Applebloom, you sure did...” 



Je ne sais quoi, mais c’est la vie. Au revoir mon ami!





La Fin

> Refining Coarse Minerals (Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon x Snips)
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Warning/ Disclaimer: The following story contains depictions of sexual acts between two or more consenting animated equine minors. If this offends you, common sense dictates you should probably stop reading. Everyone else, grab your shame-socks.






After School Special: Refining Coarse Minerals



By: Your Antagonist



Cutting The Diamond In The Rough And Polishing Tarnished Silver








The Ponyville Literary Reference Emporium, or the library as it was referred to by anypony who wasn’t Twilight Sparkle, was as busy as it had ever been on a Saturday morning. The latest installments of popular novels and comic books drew a majority of the small town’s youth in addition to the regular crowd of scholars who did their best to drown out the noise that, naturally, accompanied the scores of children. Amidst all the chatter and scrutiny of the scholars, sitting at a table all by his lonesome sat Snips, pouring over a small stack of “Captain Equestria” comic books he’d managed to snatch up in the rush to grab the latest issues first.

Normally the stubby unicorn colt would have been accompanied by his inseparable—yet simple— counterpart Snails, but lately Snails had been too preoccupied by his new fillyfriend Twist to hang out with Snips as much as he used to. Snips didn’t mind it too much, but he was certainly a bit jealous of his friend’s luck with fillies. Even in class, Snips could barely manage to hold a conversation with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and they were basically colts with the bodies of fillies.

It wasn’t that he was nervous around girls, he’d never been intimidated by the other gender in the past.  It was just that as of late, strange new thoughts about the opposite sex had begun plaguing his developing young mind. He didn’t know who to discuss this new development with or how to go about bringing it up, and as a result he wound up seeking refuge from these issues by delving head first into a stack of illustrated escapes from reality.

With a sigh, he attempted to get his mind away from the issue by turning his attention to the comic book before himself. This however proved to be a futile effort as the current set of panels showed Captain Equestria double-leg bucking the snot out of the villain before rescuing and kissing the obligatory damsel in distress. For a moment, Snips allowed his imagination to run away with him as he pictured himself as the big strong hero, beating up bad guys and getting kisses from various beautiful mares. It seemed all too perfect, but alas he knew it was not meant to be. He wasn’t big or brave enough, he was inept physically due to his portly frame, and his magic was weak to boot. 

Yeah, right. Me a superhero, that’ll be the day. With a sigh, Snips flipped the comic book closed and picked another one off the stack hoping to Celestia that the next one would have more action than mushy romantic junk.

He turned to the first page and quickly found himself unable to focus on the story. He scrutinized and studied the words on the page but couldn’t concentrate on what the characters were saying. He still had girls on his mind. With groan, he rose his head and glanced around the library, but all he saw were groups of fillies with maybe one or two colts sprinkled amongst them. 

After a few bouts of crowd searching, Snips’ eyes finally fell on the only remotely interesting occurrence in the whole library: the beautiful yet bookish Twilight Sparkle reshelving and reorganizing the books. Snips was in awe watching the librarian’s magic —as well as her flank— in action. Twilight was holding nearly every unoccupied book in the library with her magic and pouring herself a cup of tea simultaneously. Snips could barely pull off a flashlight spell. Wow, she’s amazing... I sure wish I could be that awesome with my magic, maybe then girls would notice me.

He took note that the librarian's ability to multitask wasn’t limited to just magic as he watched her carry on a conversation with two thirds of the Cutie Mark Crusaders: Sweetie Belle and Applebloom. He wondered where the third member could have been, seeing as the three were normally inseparable, but shirked the thought just as quickly as it came.

Snips was just about to return his attention to Captain Equestria’s latest exploits, when out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of something that was half pink, half gray, and all rotten to the core trotting haughtily into the library. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon? That’s odd, I’ve never seen them in the library for... anything. What’re they up to? 

He watched as the troublesome twosome approached an unattended white saddlebag with green straps. The pair looked around cautiously before nodding to each other. Diamond Tiara popped the clasp on the bag and began to root through it, while Silver Spoon continued to scan around, her primary focus on Applebloom and Sweetie Belle who were still engaged in conversation with Twilight Sparkle. 

 What could those two want from somepony else’s bag? Wait a minute... isn’t that bag Sweetie Belle’s? Diamond Tiara emerged from the bag a moment later grinning snidely as she pulled out a small white notebook. Just as she did so, Silver Spoon began jabbing her counterpart in the side with one hoof, and pointing to the two approaching Cutie Mark Crusaders with the other. Without any further deliberation, Diamond Tiara shoved the notebook in her own saddlebag, and turned galloping out of the library with Silver Spoon only a few hoof-falls behind.

Why those thieves! I should tell Sweetie Belle what they just did! Snips quickly turned to dismount the table, and accidentally knocked over a stack of comics in his haste. Snips turned to look at the mess only to find two of the books had fallen open on pages that, unbeknownst to Snips, would alter his afternoon drastically. The chance set of panels on the first book showed Captain Equestria issuing a cease and desist order to a pair of thieves by way of fire magic, while the second book was folded over on one of the mushy get-and-kiss-the-girl pages that always seemed to conclude the installments of this particular story series. 

As he looked down at these pages a thought crossed his mind. Hey... if  pretty girls always kiss Captain Equestria for saving the day, then maybe... Snips looked at Sweetie Belle who was oblivious to the fact that she had been robbed by Diamond Tiara. A wheedly grin began to crawl across the colt’s lips as he contemplated a most desirable outcome. 

That settles it, I’m going after them! Then I’ll come back here, and Sweetie Belle will think I’m a hero. Maybe she’ll even be so grateful that she’ll...  Snips face flushed red from contemplating the issue further, and he bolted for the library door, galloping as fast as his short legs could carry him.

Five seconds later, Snips reached the door panting and heaving. Sluggishly he stumbled out of the door into the busy Ponyville streets, all the while silently cursing his stocky build. After taking a moment to catch his breath, the colt looked left and right for any trace of the pilfering ponies. Aha! There they are! Snips watched the pair as they slunk into a passing crowd heading towards the Ponyville Marketplace and promptly cantered after them.

The marketplace was filled with its usual hustle and bustle of shopkeepers and cart owners giving their best sales pitches to potential customers perusing about. Snips was thankful for the busy atmosphere, as the throngs of shoppers helped to cover and conceal his presence from the fillies who had been checking behind themselves periodically since leaving the library. 

After a few moments of following Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, Snips watched the two disappear into a nearby clothing store. Oh good, they’re stopping, I can take this moment to rest. The plucky colt turned to find a nearby bench, all the while keeping his attention fixed on the entrance of the store. I oughta take this time to think about how I’m going to get that book back from those two. Hmm... how would Captain Equestria handle this? He’d probably just wait until they’re alone and beat the tar out of them! Snips punctuated that thought by pounding his hooves against each other abrasively. But wait a minute, I can’t hit a girl! Even fillies as rotten as them are still girls. Gah! Why couldn’t they just be colts, at least then I could—

“Hey, whatcha thinkin’ about, eh?” drawled a new voice from behind the pondering colt.

GAH! Who the hay!? Snips was so startled by the interruption that he fell off of the bench he had been resting on. He whipped round to face the source of the interruption and was met with the last pony he was expecting to see today.  “Sn-Sn-Snails!? Why did you sneak up on me like that!? And why are you here anyway? Weren’t you with Twist?”

“Yeah, but she went into that store.” Snails pointed to the same store that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had ventured into earlier.

“Well, shouldn’t you, you know, be with her?”

“Nuh-uh, no way, dude. Girls take forever in stores, besides that I told her I’ll be waiting out here. So what’re you doing out here? I thought you’d reading the newest Captain E.”

Snips perked up proudly “Well, if you must know, as we speak I’m on the trail of two wicked thieves, and once I finally confront them to show them the error of their ways, I’m going to collect my thanks from a very grateful filly if you catch my drift.” Snips nudged Snails in the side, winking as he did so.

It took Snails a moment to catch the implication behind the gesture. “Oh, ho ho, I know what you mean,” Snails chuckled, returning the nudge. “Just make sure you save a glass for your old pal, huh?”

“You know I will— wait, what?”

“Yeah, you’re going to get a milkshake from her, right?"

An air of oblivious silence blew between them. “Never mind, Snails,” Snips sighed, glancing over to the store he was supposed to be watching. To his surprise, the door of the boutique shot open and a ivory coated filly with a nappy red mane galloped out, sobbing as she passed by the colts on the bench. “Uhhh, Snails?”

“Yeah, dude?”

“Didn’t you just see Twist run by crying?”

“Yeah, dude.”

“Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, go after her?”

Snails took a literal minute to ponder Snips’ advice, chin scratching and all. “Yeah, you’re probably right, dude.” Snails took off prancing blissfully after his date, and in typical Snails’ fashion was headed the wrong direction

“She went that way, Snails.” 

Without missing a beat, the dopey colt turned around, resuming his plodding trot in the proper direction. Sometimes, I really worry about that guy. 

No longer distracted, Snips looked back at the shop in time to see his marks leave the store talking loudly and chuckling hysterically. 

“—I still can’t believe you said that to Twist, Diamond, but the look on her face: priceless!” said Silver Spoon.

“I can’t believe she broke down crying so quickly. I must be getting better at this,” Diamond Tiara said smugly.

“I’ll say. Hey, when are we going to go through Blanky Belle’s diary? I can’t wait to see what kind of dirt we can dig up on her!”

“Hmm, I’d say right now is as good a time as any. Come on, let’s go to the school, nopony else should be there today. Besides, I feel like we’re being watched.” Diamond Tiara looked around uncertainly before starting off into the flow of foot traffic. “Let’s go, Silver Spoon.”

“Right behind you, Diamond!” 

So, the school, huh? I’ve gotta get there before them, but how? Wait a minute... I know a shortcut! Who says never leaving the house on time doesn’t pay off? With that, Snips scampered towards a nearby fence sporting a massive hole and dove through. He had quite some ground to cover, but he was almost certain he could beat the two of them like the tardy bell on a Tuesday morning.





Fifteen minutes and half a pint of sweat later, Snips stumbled, huffing and heaving, into the desolated yard of Ponyville Elementary School. Huff... huff... well, it doesn’t look like they made it here yet. Snips took a moment to catch his breath before taking in his surroundings. Hmmm... where to hide? The yard was fairly barren save for a bush near the front entrance, and a bush near the back of the school. 

Snips found himself strapped for time as the sound of feminine giggles pierced the languid silence. Reacting quickly, he sprinted for the far bush and threw himself into the foliage, bodily. He forcefully labored his breathing, and stilled his movements to the best of his ability, hoping that the approaching fillies wouldn’t notice the colossal dent in the top of the bush. Fortunately for him, the hoofsteps of the fillies went past his hiding place, ceasing only after they had reached their destination behind the schoolhouse. Snips maneuvered himself about in the bushes, gently pushing away any branches that obscured his vision of the pair. All I have to do now, is wait for the right moment.

Diamond Tiara retrieved the small white tome from her saddlebag and laid down on the grass. “Are you ready, Silver Spoon?” She flashed her friend a shark-like grin.

Silver Spoon returned the gesture with a smile befitting of a hydra. “Uh, like yeah.” Silver Spoon rolled her eyes playfully. “Let’s do this already.”

“Alright, let’s see...” Diamond Tiara flipped the book open, scanning and flipping through the pages in search of any particularly juicy entries. “Burnt breakfasts... hunting for butterflies... studying for test? Ugh... This isn’t a diary, this is pathetic!” Diamond Tiara swatted the diary away with enough force that it landed just in front of the bush Snips had holed up in.

Hey, it’s right there in front of me. I could just reach out, snatch it and run, but I’ll have to be careful about it. Snips slowly extended his hoof outward only managing to brush the cover.

“That diary is almost as lame as its blank flank owner! I knew we should’ve gone after Applebloom’s,” Diamond Tiara grumbled.

“Honestly Diamond, you didn’t even read it all the way through,” sighed Silver Spoon. The gray filly trotted over and snatched the fallen book just out of Snips’ reach.

Oh, dangit, I almost had it too.

“That’s because there’s nothing worth reading in there, Silver Spoon,” Diamond Tiara huffed.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Hmm...” Silver Spoon combed through the pages with much more patience than her counterpart had displayed. After a few moments of scanning, the silver-maned filly was about to follow Diamond Tiara’s earlier suit, when she came across a particular set of week-old entries that just seemed somehow “off” compared to the rest of the entries.

Dear Diary, 
Last Night, I heard my sister yelling from her bedroom, and I remembered that she’d brought somepony home with her. I thought that the guy she brought back was killing her, so I ran to her rescue. When I got in there, it looked like I was right, he was on top of my sister choking her, and stabbing her belly with something I couldn’t tell what it was. I ran at him and tackled him off of Rarity, but she pulled me off of him. When I asked why she was helping her murdr  mueder killer, she chuckled, and told me they were playing a game and that I shouldn’t worry about it. She gave me a glass of warm milk and sent me off to bed after that, but I still heard screaming. What game could they be playing where she’d have to scream like that?

Dear Diary,
Rarity had another stallion over last night, and she sent me to bed early so she could play that game. When I asked her if I could play, she panicked and said no. When I asked her why, she told me that she’d explain when I was older. No matter how much I begged and pleaded for her to tell me, she wouldn’t budge on the issue, so I of course did what anypony else would do. I snuck into her closet and watched her play the game. They started with some kissing on the lips, and  then they started kissing each other in some other weird places. At one point the stallion even licked Rarity’s horn and she shot fireworks from it. I guess my big sis must be really, really good at that game, because at some point, she had the stallion yelling even louder than she was before they suddenly stopped and went to sleep. It looked fun, so I think I’ll try and play it sometime with Applebloom and Scootaloo when Rarity isn’t here. Who knows we could even get our cutie marks for it.

Dear Diary,
Something wonderful happened yesterday! I was playing with Applebloom, Scootaloo, and Pipsqueak in the boutique, when Applejack and Rainbow Dash came to pick up AB and Scoots. Rarity had plans with a stallion, and she almost kicked Pipsqueak out, but I convinced her to let him stay. After she was gone, I realized I had a colt to play her game with! So I took Pipsqueak upstairs to Rarity’s room —he kept calling me ‘princess’ for some reason, it was really cute— invited him to join me on her bed and then we— Silver Spoon dropped the book and her jaw simultaneously as the words upon the corresponding passages on the page were forever burned into her memory. “B-Blanky Belle, did that!?”

Diamond Tiara took note of her friend’s behavior and promptly picked up the book so she could know what the fuss was all about, but unlike her friend, the spoiled, sheltered filly didn’t quite understand the crux of the pages contents. “Like, what’s the big deal? So she saw her sister playing a stupid game, and played it herself with that weird kid.” Diamond Tiara threw the book to the ground.

“The big deal, Diamond, is that in a manner of speaking, Blanky Belle one-upped us.”

“She one-upped us?” Diamond Tiara scoffed at Silver Spoon’s deduction of the diary entry. “How exactly did she one-up us? It’s not like she got her cutie mark or anything.” 

“Well you see—”

Okay, Snips, they’re not looking, and the book is right there. It’s time to be a hero! Snips felt a surge of adrenaline flood into his brain, and decided to let it take control. Screaming like a maniac, Snips sprang from his hiding place dashing like mad towards the book. “Raaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

“What the hay!?” His sudden outburst had startled Diamond Tiara, who instinctively whipped around and threw her hindlegs out in a desperate double-leg buck. Unfortunately for the would be hero, Diamond Tiara’s hooves connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling into the wall of the schoolhouse. “I thought somepony was following us!” 

Owwww... that really hurt. Dazed and confused, Snips slowly rolled unsteadily to his back, and sat up only to be met with the scowling face of Diamond Tiara. Normally anytime Snips was face to face with Diamond Tiara, he usually feared for his life or his reputation, but right now, he couldn’t help but remark on her looks. Wow, for the filly equivalent of Nightmare Moon, she’s actually really kinda pretty up close. Snips chuckled nervously at his thoughts, and made the attempt to scramble away from the venomous glare piercing his soul. For his troubles, Diamond Tiara shoved him back down planting her right hoof firmly on his chest to keep him from moving. Okay, the pretty is gone, this hurts!

“How long have you been watching us, dweeb?” Diamond Tiara growled, applying more pressure to his chest.

Snips wanted nothing more than kick Diamond Tiara off of him and deliver some cliched superhero’s monologue along the lines of: “Fiendish harpy, I’ve been trailing your treacherous exploits since this very morning!” Yet there two reasons why he couldn’t. Firstly, as embarrassing as it was for the colt to admit, he had been absolutely overpowered by a girl. There were no two ways about it. Diamond Tiara definitely had him pinned down using only one hoof and half of her strength, he could just feel it. If he even tried to get up, she would just shove him right back down. Secondly, he kind of liked where was at the moment. Diamond Tiara was really pretty after all, and he couldn’t explain why but there was something very appealing to him about this whole situation.

“I asked you a question!” Diamond Tiara leaned her face in closer to his so she could glare directly into his eyes. As she leaned closer, her hind legs wound up straddled over his to secure her balance. Unbeknownst to her, the warmth radiating from her firm thighs in this particular position was having a superfluous effect on a certain part of her nervous victim’s anatomy. 

On the other side of the spectrum, Snips was all too aware of what was happening to himself. It was a fairly natural occurrence for a colt his age —so he’d been told— but nonetheless it was still a rather embarrassing one. In any other situation, he’d have excused himself to another room so he could wait for it to go away on its own, or in those exceedingly inconvenient situations, he’d have hidden it using anything at his disposal. Unfortunately, being empty hoofed with Diamond Tiara on top of him, not only could he not retreat somewhere else to let it wear off, but he couldn’t even conceal it. Please don’t notice, please don’t notice.

“Hey, don’t ignore me!” Ordered Diamond Tiara. “I’m right here you miserable— wait, what’s poking my leg?”

Oh, manure. Maybe she’ll ignore it and just kill me. Snips was about to find that he was in fact not that lucky.

Diamond Tiara began to slowly back away from Snips so she could properly identify what had been poking her in the thigh.

Desperate to cover his shame, Snips lunged forward, grabbing the fillies forelegs as tightly as he dared, only to find that at the cost of ridding himself of one issue, he had unveiled a whole new slew of problems.

“Let go,” Diamond Tiara said simply.

“Uh, I, heh, I can’t.” Snips grinned sheepishly. She really might kill me.

“I said let go, dweeb.”

“So, nice weather we’re having isn’t i—” Snips’ sentence trailed off as Diamond Tiara placed a hoof on his horn and pushed him away with all of her might. Snips put up a fair amount of token resistance, namely none, and consequently landed on his back, hard.

With Snips lying supine, Diamond Tiara could plainly see the offender behind the mysterious thigh poking and reeled back in disgust. “Gah! Silver Spoon, what is that thing?”

Oh boy, here we go.

Silver Spoon grimaced at the sight of it as well, but hesitantly cracked Sweetie Belle’s diary open to the very page that had scarred her so earlier. “It’s that,” she said pointing to the offending passage.

Diamond Tiara glanced at the passage, then Snips, and repeated for good measure.

“So that’s what that talentless marshmallow used to get a leg up on us, huh? Well, there is no way I’m going to let that blank flank have anything over me.” Arrogantly, Diamond Tiara stomped closer to Snips who was to recovering from his prior abuse. At the sight of Diamond Tiara, the realization that he was still “exposed” rushed back to his mind. The colt panicked and covered up his shame with his hooves.  Diamond Tiara thought nothing of it as she  shoved him back down. “Move the hooves, now.” 

Terrified of the earth pony’s surprising strength, and a little excited by the whole situation, Snips swallowed nervously and wordlessly obliged.

The spoiled filly began investigating the completely mortified Snips to get a better idea of what she was dealing with. She experimentally extended a hoof and began poking the new anomaly. “Hmm, it’s kinda squishy... and small...”

“Sm-sm-small!?” Feeling indignant, Snips shot up only to meet the soul-piercing gaze of the inspecting party. Any ounce of righteous wrath the colt had at that moment faded away as Diamond Tiara once again effortlessly pushed him back down. 

Curious, Silver Spoon trotted over to join her friend to observe the debacle. “Diamond, I think you’re supposed to lick it to make it bigger.”

“Lick that?” Diamond Tiara winced at the thought. “Are you sure Silver Spoon?”

“I’m just going by the diary,” said Silver Spoon. 

“Fine,” Diamond Tiara sighed.

“Wait, lick?” asked Snips. “What do you mean— YOWCH!” A jolt of pain shot through the colt’s leg as Diamond Tiara had drove her hoof straight down into Snips’ thigh.

“Nopony told you to talk, and I don’t want to hear your voice. Just shut up while I do this.” Diamond Tiara seized Snips’ shame with both hooves, forcing herself to draw closer with her tongue extended. She clenched her eyes tightly as her warm tongue made contact with his soft flesh, drawing upwards and returning a sensation not unlike like a hot knife through butter.

The muscles in Snips lower back clenched up at the sensation rending through his virgin flesh. He shuddered as a newfound ambience crawled from the point of contact and rode along his spine, only to dispel the bliss it bestowed upon him in a fit of quick shivers as the filly’s tongue glided from his peak.

Diamond Tiara was still hesitant with her licking, but she returned her tongue to the shaft before herself and put a little more force into her next attempt. To her satisfaction, as she ascended she could feel Snips growing longer and harder in her grasp. The sounds of a light squeal escaping Snips caught her interest, inspiring her to to try a little harder with her technique. She began exploratively tracing the length with her tongue, wrapping it about as she saw fit, stabbing into it as curiosity guided her. Her inhibitions had all but melted away at this point, and she began to relax and enjoy herself.

On the receiving end of this encounter, Snips was losing his mind in the ecstasy Diamond Tiara’s inexperienced curiosity provided him. The warm saliva flowing from her tongue gave off a wonderful melting sensation each time she rolled her tongue along his sensitive flesh.

Silver Spoon watched in curious bewilderment as she watched her normally-composed friend give into a lust-driven ferality before her very eyes, with somepony like Snips no less. The silver-maned filly couldn’t deny that she was somewhat curious what it was like, and the scarlet blush slowly creeping along her face certainly wasn’t helping her conceal that fact either. Deciding that if Diamond Tiara could do it, she could too, Silver Spoon dropped Sweetie Belle’s diary and leaned in close looking for an angle to approach from.

Diamond Tiara took note of this and moved away, gesturing for her friend to give it a shot. “Go ahead and try it, Silver Spoon. It’s a little weird at first, but it gets really fun, trust me.”

Silver Spoon grinned sheepishly and nodded at Diamond Tiara before fixing her eyes to Snips’ member. It was much bigger, a little intimidating even, than before Diamond Tiara had started. Silver Spoon swallowed nervously before making her slow descent to Snips’ throbbing tip. The gray filly however had a much different approach in mind than her counterpart. While Diamond Tiara had focused primarily on tongue play, Silver Spoon opted to grace Snips’ senses with her lips instead. 

The moment Silver Spoon’s lips engulfed him and guided Snips into the moist hearth of her mouth, he quivered twice as hard as he had when Diamond Tiara ravaged him. Silver Spoon kept her tongue static as she made her first descent, taking Snips halfway inside her maw, to get acclimated with the combined taste of Snips genatalia and her friend’s residual saliva. Feeling slightly more confident in her abilities, Silver Spoon made her ascent only to shoot back down even lower than the first time, eliciting a low grunt and some involuntary shuffling from Snips’ lower body. This intrigued and encouraged Silver Spoon to study his reactions each time she bobbed up and down. After developing a steady rhythm, she began incorporating her tongue in a much different manner than Diamond Tiara by applying a humid pressure to the sensitive underside of the shaft. 

Feeling left out, Diamond Tiara decided to join back in back in the fun, licking around the edges that Silver Spoon had neglected. It was only a matter of time before Silver Spoon had removed her lips from Snips’ circumference to join her partner in crime in the explorative caress only their tongues could provide. 

Snips was in absolute euphoria as the two ferociously attacked and wrapped around him greedily like dueling cobras, neither willing to give up an inch for the other. As they continued, he felt something roiling up from deep within his loins. As he’d spent a good amount of time “ridding” himself of those urges whenever it was convenient, he knew exactly what was coming. The more the two squeezed and stroked, the more intense the build up became until finally he felt himself explode and released his hot load upon Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon who reacted immediately to the sudden unwelcome occurrence.

“What the— hey, what’s this white stuff!?” howled Diamond Tiara, as she wiped the discharge from her cheek.

Silver Spoon spat a glob of the brackish substance from her mouth and sighed. “You couldn’t have given us any warning?” Silver Spoon fussed.

“Eh, heh, heh, sorry about that,” Snips chuckled nervously sitting up. “Well, I guess we’re done here, righ—”

Diamond Tiara angrily shoved the still erect Snips back down to the grass. The fellatio had only riled her up and inspired a powertrip. “Did I say that we’re done yet?” she asked burying her hoof into Snips’ chest.

“Ummm, no, no you didn’t,” Snips whimpered under the pressure bearing down from her hoof.

“That’s right, I didn’t.” Diamond Tiara climbed onto him, straddling his hips, all the while keeping a constant crushing pressure on his chest. “Now shut up so I can do this.” Diamond Tiara put her all of her weight on Snips’ chest so she could raise her flank. “Put that thing in me,” she ordered.

“I don’t really know how,” Snips mumbled.

“Well, you’d better figure out how before I—”

“Hold on a second Diamond, I’ll help you get it in,” Silver Spoon offered. She seized Snips’ length between her hooves and felt its owner jump somewhat at the contact. After lining the tip up with Diamond Tiara’s sex, she nodded to the filly letting her know that everything was set.

Diamond Tiara returned the nod and slowly began to ease her hips down, chewing on her lower lip as she felt her prize slide slowly inside of her. As this was Diamond Tiara’s first time, she had no idea what to expect, but was spurned on by the detestable idea that Sweetie Belle had done this before her. The descent had gone smoothly for both parties, as Snips was treated to the overwhelming heat and tightness of his partner’s fillyhood, while Diamond Tiara was able experience some of the most intense sensations her body could afford her, until she was met with resistance. Thinking nothing of it, she bore down even harder but winced as she received a sharp jolt of pain for her trouble.

Snips took note of the pained expression on his dominator’s face and chanced her wrath by showing concern for her well being. “Hey, are you alright?”

“Sh-shut up, I don’t need your concern, you loser,” Diamond Tiara hissed in response. A moment later, the pain subsided, leaving behind a wealth of delectable sensations in its place. “See,” she huffed, “that took care of itself. Let’s keep going.” Diamond Tiara lifted her flank up slowly, allowing Snips to revel in the delectation of her tightness, before she slammed herself back down, filling her mind with a mind with an intense elation. She rode Snips even harder the third time, increasing the intensity as she reached the fourth and the fifth counts, before she allowed her hips to move seemingly on their own accord. 

She grinned snidely as she looked down at Snips’ simple face twisted up in excruciating rapture as heaved and huffed in time with each fall of her flank. She was absolutely dominating him with each pump, subjugating him to the whims of her body, and she found every moment of the encounter to be absolutely exquisite. For the portly fool beneath her, the pleasure derived from this experience was purely a physical venture. For her however, the true essence of their union stemmed from the idea that she had broken and manipulated him to such a pathetic state. 

“D-Diamond Tiara,” Snips managed to grunt between fits of abuse. “I think I’m gonna—” he winced as another jolt of electric pleasure surfed through his being and a familiar swelling started to overtake him. “I think I’m gonna—”

Diamond Tiara recognized the grunt as the precursor to his earlier climax and immediately stood up, allowing him to fall out of her harmlessly. “Oh no, I’m not letting any of that nasty white gunk anywhere near me,” she declared. She was still in control of this situation and if she was going to let him finish, it was going to be on her terms. 

Placing a forehoof on his throbbing member, she began stroking up towards his belly, since she had decided this was the safest place to let it go. After a few strokes, she had magnanimously cured his burden, by allowing him to finish on his own coat at her hooves. She took a moment to admire her work, silently enjoying the pitiful site of the conquered colt laying in the dirt covered in a puddle of his own filth. More importantly however, she’d caught up to Sweetie Belle which now put the two back at square one where the unicorn filly was just a talentless blank flank with no even ground to stand on. It felt good to be back on top.

Diamond Tiara remembered that Silver Spoon hadn’t had a turn with Snips yet, and turned around to find the filly buried snout-deep into Sweetie Belle’ diary “Silver Spoon, don’t you want to try that?” She began shoving the still recovering Snips lightly in the neck “Get up you lazy—”

“I’m fine Diamond,” Silver Spoon interjected. “Besides I don’t think he can go again, you kind of wore him out,” Silver Spoon pointed out. As testament to SIlver Spoon’s observation, Snips turned to his side and began panting as if he’d just run a marathon.

“Oh, well, you’re not really missing much,” said Diamond Tiara. “Come on, let’s go to my house, I want to take a bath to get the smell of him out of my fur.”

“Right behind you, Diamond,” Silver Spoon chirped, following her friend back to town.

Once the two had left, Snips rolled to his side in the interest of getting up, but something caught his eye. In their haste, or their negligence Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara had completely forgotten Sweetie Belle’s diary. Wow, I got forced to do that with Diamond Tiara, and I’ll get to kiss Sweetie Belle? It must be my lucky day! I guess the good guy really does always win. He stood up and wobbled over to the book, placing it on his back.  All right now then to return to the library, and collect my reward! 

Snips exited the school grounds and started to make his way back to town when he noticed somepony trotting up the road. Somepony he’d been looking forward to seeing for quite a while. “Hey, Sweetie Belle!” he yelled, galloping to meet her halfway.

“Hello, Snips,” Sweetie Belle chirped in greeting. “How’s your Saturday?”

Good, but it’s about to get much better. “Not bad, just reading comics and foiling thieves,” he said as nonchalantly as possible. 

“Sounds like fun, I guess I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Hold on a second, I got something for you.” Snips reached behind his back and presented Sweetie Belle with the diary she had no idea was even stolen.

“Hey wait a minute, that’s my... how did you get that!?” she shrieked snatching the book out of Snips’ grasp.

“A superhero has his ways.” Snips turned his chin up and beamed proudly at his unspoken deeds. “Now then, maybe we could discuss some kind of reward or somethi—”

“Reward!?” Sweetie Belle’s voice cracked out anger. “Why would I reward you for returning my diary after you stole and read through it!”

“Wait, I didn’t read your diary!”

“Then why are there fresh hoof-prints and dirt all over the pages!?”

“I can explain that, you see there were these thieves and I—” Snips sentence trailed off into a sharp yelp of pain as for the second time in a day, he took a double leg buck to the face from an extremely agitated member of the opposite sex.Nose turned up at Snips, Sweetie Belle cantered away furiously without looking back to admire her work.

As for Snips who once again found himself dazed and confused on his back, covered in blood, mud, sweat, and other questionable bodily fluids, he could take solace in one thing. Sure he wasn’t a superhero, maybe he didn’t exactly beat the diabolical villain, and Sweetie Belle would probably never speak to him again for the rest of their lives, but there was still one positive amidst all of these negative outcomes. Years from now, when he would look back on this moment and laugh at his mistakes, he could proudly say that despite all of the abuse he’d taken on this day, he was still Diamond Tiara’s “first”. Incidentally, when that time in his life finally came, he could also proudly lay claim to the honor of having been Silver Spoon’s "only”.


The End.