Sweetie Belles Lesson

Sweetie Belle met up with her friends at the Crusaders treehouse...

The trio discussed what they usually do but Sweetie refrained from mentioning some of the events that took place that morning at her house. Eventually the fillies heard hooves clambering up the ladder. "Why I wonder who that could be..." Applebloom said innocently "It better not be those colts from class!" Scootaloo says with frustration in her eyes. Sweetie remained silent having the idea who it was. An elegant white mare with the most perfectly groomed tail and mane appeared in the doorway "Hello girls... Um, Sweetie Belle, we need to go... dinner is ready..." The fillies looked at Rarity "BYE SWEETIE!" the other two girls shouted obnoxiously, then giggling at their outburst. Sweetie Belle blushes as she walks out behind Rarity...

The two get home and they walk through the door. Sweetie Belle walks to the kitchen table where she sees left-overs from last nights dinner. Typically a complaint would be given by Sweetie Belle, followed by a half-ass excuse by Rarity, but the room was filled with an awkward feeling... The kind you get when you see something you weren't supposed to with your older sibling doing it...

"Sit" Rarity utters in a subtle but demanding tone. Sweetie does as requested. Rarity sits at her plate and starts eating ignoring her sister. Once Rarity had finished she then looked up with dead misplaced eyes at Sweetie... "Sweetie Belle...'' Sweeties eyes remained at her plate shamefully just as her small adorable perfect and irresistable lips, slightly messy  and covered with salyva from her left-overs she was devouring before, remained sealed.

"What were you doing..." Rarity asks in less of a question, more a scolding dark statement. "R-Rarity... I was just going to see the crusaders and-and..." Sweetie murmurs quietly remembering what she had seen, then trailing off with an intimidated glance. "What did we say about knocking!" Rarity shouts across the table, she stomps her hooves down for emphasis and shakes the table. Sweetie Belle then starts to quake in fear "R-Rarity... who was that on the screen". Rarity refuses to answer, her eyes set ablaze. "Shut up Sweetie Belle!" she stomps her hooves again... "Well? W-Was it a mare? Are you, kinda-a little... ya know, one of those, like.... well kinda..." Sweetie stammers the words not coming to her.

"OF COURSE I'M A LESPONY!" Rarity screams. Sweetie Belle stares at her sisters distress. "I-It's okay Rarity, I understand..." she says taken back by the news.