Pony Fails

Rarity glared sharply at Sweetie Belle, who sat hunched down on the floor of her bedroom, her head hung and her lips quivering.

"I am MOST displeased with you, Sweetie Belle," Rarity said in a forbidding tone. "Most displeased indeed."

Sweetie Belle said nothing.

"Miss Cheerilee is very cross with you as well," Rarity said. "You are aware of this, are you not?"

Sweetie Belle nodded.

"Now, Sweetie Belle," Rarity said, "I would like you to repeat precisely what you said to a certain colt named Button Mash."

Sweetie Belle wouldn't look up at her. "clldmmvrfkr," she mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't quite hear you."

Sweetie Belle sighed. "I called him a motherfucker."

Rarity's eyes narrowed. "I see," she said. "And why, precisely, did you feel the need to call your classmate such a vile, reprehensible, insulting thing?"

Sweetie Belle looked up at Rarity. "Because I went over to his place to return a video game and caught him fucking his mother?"

Rarity blinked. "Seriously?" At Sweetie Belle's nod, she took a step back, raising a hoof, her cheeks pink. "Well. I...hmm." She opened her mouth to say something, stopped, started again, then frowned, stroking her muzzle with a hoof. "Hmm." She sighed. "You're still grounded, of course, but...hmm."

"Oh sure, Button Mash fucks his mother and I'm the one who gets grounded?" Sweetie Belle muttered, turning and flinging herself onto the bed. "Grown-ups suck..."