Author's Note
A short thing I wrote to help myself out of a creative slump. I hope you enjoy it.
Problem
Rarity swooned, the feelings of hot goop running down her hooves like molten magma, but she didn't care. She was in heaven. She continued, letting the liquid ooze down on her as she carried the magnificent package to her mouth again. She squeezed, blasting the sticky white contents all over her face, lapping up every single drop as it dribbled from the tip. Shoving it deeper into her mouth, she was overcome with pleasure, every inch deeper increasing her feelings of bliss, until finally, it filled her mouth entirely. Rarity nearly screamed in delight as she began to swallow the delicious fluid as it dripped down her throat.
"Excuse me, miss?" a voice rang behind her. Her blood went cold all of a sudden, sweat flowing down the back of her neck. Reluctantly, she turned around and faced her adversary. "Miss, while I enjoy seeing the faces of happy customers, this is a little much..." the decidedly masculine voice continued. The stallion was staring at her, behind his little cart in the nighttime streets of Ponyville.
Quickly, Rarity swallowed up the rest and attempted to compose herself. She nabbed some napkins from his wagon and wiped down her face and legs, before turning back to him. "Now, it's very important that this stays between you and me, all right?" she said, giving him a cold look. In response, the stallion glared back at her, clearly angry at her tone of voice. Sighing, Rarity placed a few bits on his cart, whispering, "Remember, do not tell a soul about this, got that?"
The stallion slowly took the money, watching her the whole time. "Yeah," he grunted, "I get it." Rarity nodded in response, and set off back home.
She pulled out a watch, and realized how long she had been out. "Sweetie Belle's going to wake up in a few hours," she thought, and hurried up her pace. Her concealing outfit was beginning to drag her down as she jogged towards Carousel Boutique. “Why did I have to make this thing so heavy?” she wondered angrily, passing through a few alleyways. Eventually, she arrived and quietly opened the door, holding the bell above the doorframe with her magic so it wouldn’t make noise.
She stepped in, stealthily walking through the house and using the dim light of her horn to find her way. Slowly, she made her way up the stairs, choosing each step careful to avoid the certain few that creaked with age, and made it into the upstairs hallway. As silent as she could be, she crawled past Sweetie Belle’s room. “Please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up,” she repeated in her mind with every step she took past the door. Finally, she arrived at her workroom, where her bed was also located. Sighing with relief, she walked in and quickly tossed aside her disguise. Finally, she sank down on the bed, tired after a long night.
“So, you finally decide to come back?” a rather nonthreatening voice squeaked behind her. The lights were flicked on, a weak green aura briefly appearing around the switch. Rarity turned around and saw Sweetie Belle, sitting on the floor with a look of disappointment.
“Sweetie Belle!” Rarity said in surprise, “What are you doing awake this late?”
“I could ask you the same question!” Sweetie Belle yelled in response, “You should be ashamed of yourself!”
“You didn’t let me explain myself!” Rarity cried. Giving a small sigh to calm herself, she continued, “I was simply out enjoying a walk around town.”
“Oh really?” Sweetie asked, “Then explain what this is!” She pointed to Rarity’s outfit on the floor, the white stains revealing the hole in her story. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? Do you think I’m that stupid?” she accused, the fury in her voice showing through. Hot tears began streaming down her face as she threw the cloak at Rarity. She tried her hardest to avoid collapsing into a crying fit.
Rarity let herself get hit by the outfit, the sogginess of the stains seeping throughout. Slowly, she pulled it off and dropped back onto the floor. “No...” she whispered, “I don’t think you’re stupid...”
“Th-then why do you do it?” Sweetie stammered, suppressing a sad hiccup. “Why do you sneak out at night?” she choked, “You, you said you got over it!” Sweetie Belle’s crying grew harder, and she covered her eyes. Rarity got off the bed and went over to comfort her, wrapping a leg around her in a hug.
“I am over it, it’s just-” she started.
“No!” Sweetie Belle interjected, “No more lies!” She shoved her away, and continued weeping into her hooves. “Either you admit you have a problem, or-or...” she cried. Rarity crawled back to her, wiping her face with a handkerchief she held in her magic. “Please...” Sweetie Belle whimpered, “Just stop...” She shoved her face into Rarity’s chest, letting her tears flow into her soft fur.
Rarity looked resolute, gently stroking Sweetie’s hair with her hoof while she wept loudly. Tears began to stream down her face, her mascara making dark streaks on her cheeks as it flowed out of her eyes. “I don’t have a problem," she thought, "Sweetie's wrong, I could quit anytime I wanted." She repeated the phrase in her mind a few times. "I don't have a problem, Sweetie's just wrong.” It got harder and harder for her to think that with every repetition. “I don’t have a problem, Sweetie’s...Sweetie’s...” she found herself stuck on her sister’s stance. "Sweetie's...Sweetie's...Sweetie’s..."
“Sweetie’s right.”
Rarity burst into wild crying, holding Sweetie Belle closely as the two of them collapsed in a heap. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she wailed, holding tightly, “It’s true! I’m sorry!” Sweetie Belle leaned back, looking at her with red, puffy eyes. “I do have a problem!” Rarity continued crying, while Sweetie Belle began to hug her tightly. “I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Sweetie Belle murmured, her expression changing to a sad smile. Tears of joy slowly flowed down her face while Rarity sputtered apologies. “I’m here for you, I’m here for you,” she comforted, letting her sister cry into her little shoulder. Time passed, but the two of them just sat in that room, Rarity’s weeping echoing throughout the house while Sweetie Belle held her tightly, letting her calm down. Eventually, Rarity leaned up, wiping her snout with a hoof. “Remember, the first time you went to group therapy?” Sweetie whispered, looking up at her sister’s face. Rarity nodded, sniffling. “Do you remember what the group leader said?” Sweetie Belle continued murmuring, “The first step is admitting you have a problem.”
Rarity sat in a musty room, smells of incense burning around her, while a few ponies chattered with each other. A couple were by a table with assorted snacks, making out with each other, but Rarity didn’t care. She just waited patiently, watching the clock as the seconds ticked away, occasionally turning towards the door. Sweetie Belle’s face poked through the door a few times, and flashed her an encouraging smile. Rarity remained sitting, waving to Sweetie whenever she poked her head inside, until a stallion came by and closed the door. As he went around the room, he began to signal for everypony to join together in the middle of the room, where Rarity already was. When everypony was seated, he started.
“So, I see some old faces, and I also see some new ones here,” he said, looking around the circle of ponies. “I know it can be scary for some of you, but you’re getting ready to take a big step towards self acceptance,” he continued, scanning the group. Rarity felt vulnerable, but tried to keep her head held high, despite him gazing at them like a predator. “I, for one, would like to welcome back Rarity,” he said gingerly, pointing towards her. Her neck went hot with embarrassment, but she made a small smile to everypony. “I know some folks here are already familiar with you, but why don’t you reintroduce yourself to the group, to get a fresh start to the new ones here?” the stallion asked politely. Rarity gulped, feeling the burning sensation as they all stared at her while she stood up, taking off her hat. Finally, she managed to squeak out her statement.
“My name is Rarity, and I’m addicted to cream filled donuts.”
