Sweetie Belle Gets Her Cutie Mark

by PRlNCESS CADENCE

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Sweetie Belle
Length: 1940

Sweetie Belle discovers what her special talent is.

What is Sweetie Belle's super special gift? Singing? Nope. Please, everyone in Ponyville can sing (except Scootaloo, but God only made her as a joke).

This is the story about discovering what you're good at... and making the best of what happens next.

Published 2014-10-18 06:20:07 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-18 06:20:07 UTC

Sweetie Belle's gift

"What do you want to do today?" Applebloom asked. The three crusaders laid lethargically around their clubhouse, far too bored to do anything productive.

"I dunno," Scootaloo replied. "What do you wanna do today?"

"I dunno," Sweetie Belle answered, throwing a ball against a wall as if it were some kind of game. "Wanna throw rocks at Diamond Tiara's house and blame it on Spike?"

"Sweetie Belle!" Applebloom exclaimed, quickly sitting upright to look Sweetie Belle in the eye.

"I was joking! Ugh. Why are we so bored today? What do we normally do, anyway?"

"Well, you usually hang around your sister since your parents are always gone on vacation and never take you with them," Scootaloo said with a giggle. "And they call me an orphan."

"Scootaloo, your mom is a drunk."

"Oh, shut the--mm it's true..."

"Will you two cut it out!" Applebloom said, getting to her hooves and walking towards the door. "Actually, I think I'm just gonna go home. I have a family who cares about me."

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo exchanged grins with each other, silently laughing at the fact that despite their situations, they actually had parents. "Yeah," Scootaloo said as she rose to her hooves. "That's probably a good idea. I'll see you two tomorrow!"

The three crusaders then went their separate ways, and as much as Sweetie Belle hated it, her parents really did leave her alone with her sister while they went on vacation. The minute she entered Carousel Boutique, she was immediately greeted by Rarity, but Sweetie Belle for once didn't feel like being social with her big sister. Instead, she just did what everyone does when they get home: head straight towards the bathroom.

The white unicorn hopped onto the toilet seat, leaned back and closed her eyes, letting the relaxed state of her bladder release all of the urine out of her system. It was as if all the tension from her pelvis was gently being massaged inside her as her pee trickled out of her urethra. Drip after drip, the yellow fluid poured out into the bowl beneath her, creating a soft splashing sound that echoed around the walls of the bathroom. That wasn't the only tension that Sweetie Belle was feeling, though.

With a strong push, Sweetie Belle released a log out of her rectum and let it plop to the water beneath her. The unicorn exhaled a breath that she didn't realize she was holding, taking in another breath as she began to push out more feces from her anus. The second one was much harder than the first. The first stool almost felt as if it just slid out of her like toothpaste from a dispenser, but she had to actually squeeze to push out the second string of poop out of her bowels and down below. Slowly and steadily, though, the feces found its way down her anal tube until the weight caused it to snap off into the toilet.

Suddenly, however, Sweetie Belle was left with the majority of her poop out of her rectum while a small branch still stuck out of her anus. She pushed again, trying to get it out, but it was just no use; there just wasn't enough leverage left in her bowels to pump out the remaining stool. For the next two minutes, Sweetie Belle sat on the toilet, hunched over while she let her anus relax, hoping that gravity would do its part enough for her to just try pushing again. Sadly, though, nothing changed.

"Hmm..." she said to herself, "maybe I could use what Twilight taught me."

Sweetie Belle's horn suddenly began to glow a bright green aura, and looking down, she saw that there was another green aura underneath her legs. She smiled at the sight, happy that she was actually getting the hang of magic enough to apply it in real life. With a magical pull, the remaining feces in her rectum slid out, pulling all of her poop down into the bowl beneath her. She didn't even need to wipe!

"I did it!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

"Did what?" Rarity called from outside.

"Oh, n-nothing, Rarity!"

"Oh, dear! Am I interrupting something? I'm so sorry! I-I-I didn't mean to barge in on you while you're having a... um... 'personal lady session.'"

"What? NO! Rarity! Go away!"

"Don't forget to clean up!"

"Rarity!"

Sweetie Belle angrily flushed the toilet, her face bright red at the embarrassment her sister had just caused her. Stomping over to the sink, she began washing her hooves, but her jaw dropped as she saw something on the side of her flank. Was... was that a picture? The unicorn filly quickly jerked her head back to see, wielding the biggest smile her face had ever had, her heart racing faster than it had ever beat before, but the minute her eyes came into contact with the new image on her rear, her smile dissipated.

It was a cutie mark, but not the kind she had ever wanted. This wasn't the cutie mark she had dreamed of... this was the cutie mark of her nightmares. Tattooed onto her flank was a large picture of a toilet, and just like that, Sweetie Belle never wanted to come out of the bathroom again.

As soon as she was sure Rarity had walked back upstairs, she quietly opened the door and tiphoof'd her way up to her room. As much as she hated to admit it, she wouldn't be able to stay there forever, and sooner than later, Rarity, the crusaders and everyone in Ponyville would know what her true calling in life was: being able to use magic to help her take a dump. After a few moments of crying in her room, she gathered up the courage to lift her chin up high enough to leave the comfort of her room and walk to her sister's room.

"Yes?" Rarity said as she heard her door open, too immersed in her project to look over at her sister. "Did you need something, Sweetie?"

"Rarity... I got my cutie mark."

"What?!" Rarity quickly spun in her chair to see the new picture on her sister's flank, but the moment she did, her heart sunk. "Oh... um... you're good at... plumbing! You know, that's an excellent career! Ponies everywhere are looking for a good plumber nowadays!"

"It's not that!" Sweetie Belle shouted, tears now welling up in her eyes. "I'm good at pooping. My special talent is pooping!"

"I... well..."

"You see?! It is a stupid talent! That's it! I'm just going to run away from Ponyville! I'll go somewhere far away, where nopony will even know what cutie marks or toilets even are!"

The filly then grabbed one of the cloaks hanging from a mannequin and bolted out the door while Rarity tried chasing after her. Seconds later, though, Sweetie Belle had disappeared. With little light to guide her in the darkness of the night, she galloped towards the clubhouse, which had always been her refuge when things in life were their worst. She made her way up the wooden ladder, pulled it up so nopony would be able to find her and slammed the door. Almost as soon as she slammed the door shut, though, she broke down and began crying.

"Why, Celestia?! Why did you do this to me?! Why couldn't I be normal like everypony else?! Why couldn't you do this to Scootaloo?!" She began choking on her sobs. "Maybe I should just kill myself... Is that what you want?! There's no life left for me now! I have no future!"

Silence. She had hoped that Princess Luna would come visit her like she had done in the past, but as she sat there and waited, nopony came. Maybe it only happened when she was asleep? As much as she hated the idea of sleeping right now, she knew she couldn't kill herself, and this was the only way she had of speaking to the princess of the night.

The princess, though, never came.

Sweetie Belle was awoken by the light of the morning sky piercing through the windows of the clubhouse and hitting her square in the eyes. Groggily, she got up and approached the window, suddenly seeing her two friends standing underneath where the wooden ladder normally was. "C'mon, Sweetie Belle!" Scootaloo shouted. "We're gonna be late for school!"

"No!" she shouted. "I'm never coming out!"

"Why not?" Applebloom called out. "Is somethin' wrong?"

Again, like the situation with Rarity, Sweetie Belle knew that she wouldn't be able to hide her cutie mark for the rest of her life. Without speaking a word, she lowered the clubhouse ladder and walked down to meet her friends.

"What is it, Sweetie Belle?"

"Why are you wearing that cloak?"

"Girls..." Sweetie Belle said, removing the fabric from her body, "I got my cutie mark..."

Scootaloo and Applebloom turned their heads to the side, trying to figure out exactly what the mark was. "Is that a toilet?" Scootaloo asked bluntly.

"YES!" Sweetie Belle then fell into her hooves, crying for what seemed like the hundredth time already. "What am I supposed to do now? I was already teased for being a blank flank, but now this?!"

"Hey, it isn't all that bad," Scootaloo said, patting her friend on the back. "At least you're not Spike!"

"I'd much rather be Spike than have a cutie mark like this!"

"Don't you talk like that!" Applebloom interjected. "No matter what kind of cutie mark you have, it'll never be as bad as Spike!" Sweetie Belle didn't answer, though. Instead, she just looked away, fighting the support she believed to be pity. "Listen, I know this is kind of a crappy situation, but it'll be OK. This is what makes you special, but in our eyes, you're still special in lots more ways than this!"

"You... you really think so?"

"I know so! Now come on! We're gonna be late if we don't hurry!"

The three fillies then ran as fast as they could to the schoolhouse, and as much as Sweetie Belle wanted to avoid going inside, she knew she didn't have much of a choice. She'd have to face her peers at some point, and maybe she'd get lucky enough to avoid Diamond Tiara long enough for her to get the self-confidence to ignore all the names.

"Oooo! What's this?"

Welp, didn't happen this time.

"Is that a cutie mark I see?" Diamond Tiara said, approaching the three fillies. "Guess you'll be too popular around here to be hanging out with these two lose--is that a... Is that a toilet?" The pink filly then fell onto her back, laughing loud enough for the whole school to hear. "What's your talent? Toilet cleaning? Clogging?" She laughed harder at her own stupid jokes, bringing in more attention.

"You know, ya never did tell us what you're cutie mark means," Applebloom said.

Suddenly, Sweetie Belle got a smirk on her face. As soon as Diamond Tiara got back to her hooves, Sweetie Belle turned her back, her horn beginning to glow a bright green. With her tail lifted into the sky, feces began to shoot out of her anus, covering Diamond Tiara's face with scat. The entire school looked on in silence as Diamond Tiara wiped stool from her face, shocked into near silence.

"H... H... H... HOLY [buy some apples]! Get it off! Get it--" Diamond Tiara then vomited her breakfast, and just like that, Sweetie Belle didn't feel so bad about her cutie mark after all.

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