You Put What In Where?!

Sweetie Belle remained frozen in shock as Diamond Tiara continued to smirk, tauntingly waving her cellphone in the air.

"I bet all of the stallions back at school would love to see this." Diamond said, turning the screen back towards herself. "You can see everything so clearly. The iHoof 6's camera is amazing, you can zoom in and see you're getting wet from your butt plug."

Sweetie Belle finally managed to find her voice, though it was still hard for her to speak. "You... how are... how did you..." she stammered.

"What, did you forget already?" Diamond said, flipping back her hair. "I told you that my daddy and I were coming to Fashion Week, didn't I? I saw you on the train as well, dummy. And of course as one of the main sponsors for your sister and the owner of a chain of stores, it's only natural that important ponies such as ourselves get special access to the event, especially to make sure the models showing off the clothes daddy has invested in are only the best."

Now regretting more than ever that she had forgotten to redress, Sweetie Belle tried her best to cover herself and pleaded with her classmate. "Diamond, please, delete that pic. I'm sorry you weren't picked as a model as well, but it wasn't my fault."

Diamond Tiara stood up with an angry face, pointing an accusing hand at Sweetie. "It was too your fault! Your dyke of a friend Scootaloo couldn't take a simple joke and tattled on Silver Spoon and stole her spot at the fashion show last winter! If she didn't get detention then she would have been able to make the show and her and I would be here, not you!"

Sweetie fumed at the memory of the 'prank' Diamond and Silver had pulled on Scootaloo just weeks into the current school year; the two had handed out flyers to all the boys which offered 1,000 bits to whoever could turn Scootaloo from a filly-fooler to a stallion slut. The ensuing harassment Scootaloo received throughout the week drove her to tears and nightmares. Many of the stallions in school called her every degrading name in the book, but the line was definitely crossed when Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom had to physically stop two stallions from dragging Scootaloo into a bathroom after school against her will. It didn't take long for Apple Bloom to beat the information out of one of the boys of who had come up with the idea, though in the end Silver Spoon was fingered as the sole mastermind.

Sweetie wasn't sure whether she should yell back at Diamond Tiara or just hurl herself at the stuck-up pony, though she very quickly decided on the latter. However, before she could run to the edge of the stage and angrily dive at her foe, Sweetie Belle felt a hand on her shoulder stop her as a familiar voice softly spoke.

"Sweetie Belle, there you are. Is everything alright?" Fleur asked.

Sweetie opened her mouth to say that she was about to commit a murder but Diamond Tiara's voice rang out first. "Oh my gosh, you're Fleur Dis Lee! It's an honor to meet you! I'm your biggest fan! I can't wait to see what outfits you'll be modelling this year!" Diamond said excitedly, somehow appearing on stage with enough speed to rival Rainbow Dash.

Fleur gently squeezed Sweetie's shoulder as a sign to stay quiet. "Oh? And you are?" she asked, sounding almost impatient.

"My name is Diamond Tiara, and I'm a model as well." she said with an air of importance. "You probably know my daddy as well. Filthy Rich, the owner of Rich's Barnyard Bargains. You may have heard he's one of the major sponsors for Fashion Week. He's also providing some of the outfits you'll probably be wearing during the show."

Fleur shrugged her shoulders indifferently. "Is he? I don't recognize the name. I know the Silverwing family is our biggest contributor. Then there's Mr. Fancy Pants, of course. And I believe all my outfits are being made by Carousel Boutique, not some... discount store."

"Nuh uh!" Diamond quickly replied, trying to retain her importance. "I mean, you are, but that store is being sponsored by my daddy. They wouldn't be here without him."

Fleur rolled her eyes dramatically, clear enough for Diamond Tiara to see. "Ah, okay." she said somewhat dryly. "Anyway, Sweetie Belle, can you come show me that trick you were talking about earlier? I can't get that stride down just right and I'd really like your opinion."

Diamond Tiara quickly stepped forward to volunteer. "Miss Dis Lee, I'd love to help you with that. Like I said, I'm also a model and I have much more experience than her." she boasted proudly.

"No thank you." Fleur replied immediately. "I'd rather have the opinion of a professional model like Sweetie, not some amateur filly."

Diamond Tiara's mouth dropped and her face reddened as Fleur gracefully turned around and put an arm around Sweetie Belle to lead her away. "Oh, and one more thing..." Fleur said while suddenly stopping, her horn lighting up.

A soft 'ping' sounded from Diamond Tiara's phone, and as she glanced at the screen her eyes widened in surprise. "Hey!" she shouted out.

Fleur just smiled mischievously. "Unofficial photography is strictly prohibited. All the professional models should know that. Next time I may have to call security." she said sternly before leading Sweetie Belle backstage, leaving Diamond Tiara in a state she was not used to. She had very little experience with being rejected.

Once they had returned to the dressing room Sweetie Belle tightly hugged Fleur, almost crying in happiness. "Oh, thank you thank you!" she said as she inadvertently buried her head in Fleur Dis Lee's chest.

Caught slightly off guard by Sweetie's display of thanks, Fleur gently wrapped her arms around the slightly smaller unicorn, one of her hands just above Sweetie's tail. Sweetie didn't mind the placement of Fleur's hand, but when she finally lifted her head to look up at Fleur she froze as she saw Fleur staring intently back at her.

'What... I...' Sweetie thought, but her mind quickly blanked out as she suddenly found herself drawn slightly forward, and the next thing she knew her lips were locked against Fleur's. The more experienced model took the lead, passionately kissing Sweetie Belle hard and slowly working her tongue forward into Sweetie's mouth. Lost in the heat of the moment, Sweetie Belle felt herself melting and obediently parted her mouth, her own tongue snaking out to meet Fleur's, and soon they were kissing each other like life-long lovers.

Glad that her advances weren't cast aside, Fleur began moving her hands over to Sweetie Belle's hips and across her butt, earning her a soft moan of approval. Wanting more, she left one hand to toy with Sweetie's plugged rear hole as her other hand wound its way to Sweetie's front, starting halfway down her thigh before slowly working its way up. Fleur was overjoyed to feel that the inside of her partner's leg was already dripping with her fluids, proving that Sweetie was enjoying it just as much as she was, but as soon as Fleur's finger touched the source of the fluid Sweetie Belle's eyes snapped open.

"Hmm?!" she mumbled in shock. Only now did she realize what she was doing and quickly broke the kiss, stumbling backwards to try to regain control of herself. Fleur could only stand still and hold her breath as Sweetie Belle touched her own crotch, horrified at how wet she had become from the combination of the butt plug still vibrating softly in her ass and Fleur's kiss and touch.

"Oh Celestia's flank... I'm not a filly fooler!" Sweetie Belle said to herself before looking at Fleur Dis Lee in partial fear. "I-I didn't mean you're a... I mean, if you're a... I don't mean you are, but... I... argh!"

Fleur shushed her once more by placing a finger over Sweetie Belle's lips. "Did you like it?" she asked Sweetie once the mare had gone quiet.

Sweetie Belle paused momentarily before nodding slightly, unable to deny that Fleur's touch and kiss felt amazing. "Y-yeah..." she mumbled.

Fleur smiled and gave Sweetie one more quick kiss on the lips. "Come on, let's go get dressed and go get dinner." she said. "We're meeting Fancy Pants and your sister at Stable on the Green."

"Al-alright." Sweetie said nervously. She silently put on her clothes and followed Fleur once both mares were dressed, quickly climbing into a taxi. Though Fleur was happily pointing out points of interest to Sweetie, the young mare wasn't quite listening to her; the past few hours had been an absolute whirlwind of new, interesting experiences, but Fleur's mention of Rarity brought up a new problem Sweetie had forgotten about;

Rarity would be helping Sweetie Belle dress for the fashion show and no doubt see the butt plug.

"Celestia damnit..."