S.W.E.E.T.I.E. 83113

It had been fourteen years since that fateful day in the woods. During that time, Sweetie Belle had gone from a robotic super soldier in the form of a little filly, to a robotic super soldier in the form of a sixteen year old filly just about to enter marehood. Additionally, Sweetie had moved with her sister to a little town called Ponyville, and had made many different friends, from hardcore gamer Button Mash to Rumble, who wanted to be a Wonderbolt hopeful, just like his big brother, Thunderlane.

But, of these friends, none were closer than Scootaloo, who was an orange pegasus filly around her age with a purple mane and tail who had considerable trouble with flying, and Apple Bloom, who was a cream yellow Earth Pony with a blood red mane and tail... just like that of her father, Apple Crepe.

But, deep down, Sweetie Belle was haunted by a secret fear: what if the Crusaders and Rarity found out the truth? What if they discovered that she was actually a highly sophisticated android, designed to protect Equestria from threats that even the Elements of Harmony can't stop, and that she had been the reason that Apple Bloom never knew her father? Would that make them leave her all alone again? Or, would they panic and dismantle her?

But, even so, Sweetie lived each day with a spring in her step and a song in her heart-drive, spending time with her sister and planning Crusades with Scootaloo and Apple Bloom.

And speaking of those three rascals...

…

“COME ON, SWEETIE! THE SLED WON’T GO BY ITSELF!” yelled Scootaloo, who was clad in a red and white t-shirt, black and white shorts, and red and white shoes, as she sat on a sled overlooking a steep hill with Apple Bloom, who wore a green t-shirt, blue jeans, and brown cowboy boots. Sweetie Belle, who was wearing a pink jacket, a white and lavender striped shirt, blue jeans, and pink boots, was standing a short distance away, a look of concern on her face.

"Are you sure about this, Scootaloo? I mean, sleds are more of a winter toy than anything," said Sweetie.

"Oh, quit being such a worry wart, Sweetie! This'll be a blast! And it'll help us earn our place in the 'Destined for Greatness' section of the Yearbook!" said Scootaloo.

"Yeah! An' then we can show Diamond Tiara an' her 'In-Crowd,' that we can be cool without all their fancy outfits an' knicknacks," said Apple Bloom with a southern drawl.

"Well... okay. If you say so," said Sweetie, before giving the sled a nice push and jumping on.

The sled slid down the hill and off of the crudely made ramp at the middle and went flying... right over the soft landing pad they made and into some bushes.

Moans could be heard as the fillies pulled themselves out of the bushes. However, only Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were truly banged up. Sweetie Belle, on the other hand showed no sign of injury,although her clothes were a bit dirty.

“Well… that couldn’t have gone any worse,” said Scootaloo.

Apple Bloom looked over at Sweetie. "Hey, Sweetie Belle, how come whenever we crash inta stuff, you never come out with a scratch? It's almost like yer made of metal er somethin'," said Apple Bloom.

“Maybe I’m just extra durable?” Sweetie offered with a slight chuckle.

“Makes about as much sense as anything else. It’s why I’m still here,” said Scootaloo as she stretched her arms. Sweetie just dusted herself off a bit as she started walking away from the wreckage. Before she went too far she turned around to her friends.

“Well? What are you two waiting for? School’s about to start!” Sweetie shouted as the other two started running after her.

...

After school that day, Sweetie Belle was in the house she shared with Rarity, watching some TV, when her elder sister yelled out, "OH, WHAT A CATASTROPHE!"

Sweetie, curious as to what could possibly be wrong, went up to Rarity's bedroom, and found her desperately trying to reach something that had rolled under a wardrobe. After a few unsuccessful attempts at moving the wardrobe manually, she attempted to use her magic to lift it, but found no success with that either. “Sweetie, could you be a dear and help me?” Rarity asked with a small smile.

“Sure thing!” said Sweetie as she slowly lifted the wardrobe enough to reach in and pull out a hair brush.

"Thank you, Sweetie Belle," said Rarity as Sweetie handed her the brush. "You know, I really can't understand it."

"Understand what, Rares?" asked Sweetie, although she thought she knew what was coming.

"Well, it's nothing really... it's just that... you're only sixteen years old, and yet somehow you can lift an entire wardrobe like it's nothing more than a mere book. It's just... amazing," said Rarity.

"Well, you know how it is, Rarity, some ponies are just born really strong, you know, like Big Mac and Applejack," said Sweetie.

Rarity sighed. "That's true, but all the same, it really seems truly remarkable," she said.

“Well, I’m a remarkable mare.” Sweetie said with what she hoped was a passable smile.

Rarity smiled. "That you are, Sweetie Belle," she said.

At that moment, the phone rang, and Rarity answered.

"Hello, Carousel Boutique, where we redefine chic and magnifique. Rarity speaking," said Rarity.

"Hello there, Rarity!" said an all-too-familiar voice.

"Father! Is Mother on the phone, too?!" said Rarity, a huge smile spreading across her face.

"Hi," said Mrs. Belle.

"Mother! Sweetie, go get the other line!" said Rarity.

Sweetie ran over to the other room and picked up the other line.

"Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!" said Sweetie.

"Hey, Sweetie! How's school?" asked Mr. Belle.

"Just peachy. How have you two been doing?" asked Sweetie.

“Oh, we’ve been doing just fine dear,” said Mrs. Belle causing Sweetie to smile wide enough her mouth servos almost hurt.

“So, when are you guys coming to visit, huh? Anytime soon?”

“We’re trying to find a time do so deary. Well, Rarity? Do you think that will be nice?”

"I think that would be just perfect, Mother," said Rarity.

Just then, Sweetie's cell phone rang. Sweetie groaned and told her parents she had another call, said good-bye and that she loved them, and answered her cell phone.

"HEY, SWEETIE BELLE!" yelled Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, which caused her audio receptors to hurt.

"Ow! You guys! That hurt!" said Sweetie, rubbing her ear.

"Sorry. Hey, ya wanna get together fer some more Crusadin'?" asked Apple Bloom.

"Now?" asked Sweetie, looking out the window and taking note of the pegasi putting together what looked like a storm. "But, it looks like it's gonna rain soon... and you know how I get when I'm wet."

“Sorry. Ah almost forgot about that. Well… can we try tomorrow then?” asked Apple Bloom.

"Well... Okay, I suppose," said Sweetie.

"Great! See you then!" said Apple Bloom.

...

Meanwhile, in the darkness of an underground base, a Shadowbolt ran through the corridors until it reached a pair of MASSIVE doors, on which the soldier knocked in a particular way: three quick knocks, then two long ones. The doors opened to reveal what seemed like a throne/control room. Many tv screens surrounded a single throne, each of which showed either a news feed or a camera feed. As the soldier approached the throne, a deep, powerful voice boomed.

"What is it? This had better be important mind you, unless you want to be punished for wasting my time." The Voice echoed towards the soldier.

“Sir… we found it.”