After School Special

Warning/ Disclaimer: The following story contains depictions of sexuals acts between two consenting minors. If you don’t like it, well... shit. I can’t do anything for you. If you do like it, use lotion so you don’t chafe.

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After School Special: I've Got A Game We Can Play...

Written By: Your Antagonist

Rarity Won't Be Back For A While...

The fire and brimstone that filled the streets of New Trottingham told the story of a city under siege. Where the bedlam had died down, scores of fallen knights and slain demons had taken its place. Their war-torn bodies blazed a trail that led all the way to Trottingham Palace, where the next chapter of this conflict was preparing to unfold. Amidst the carnage and mayhem stood a wicked twin headed beast with the body of a pony. On the left half of its body the fur ran yellow and ended in a blood-red club-like tail. In a symmetrical contrast, the right half was covered in orange fur that, like its counterpart, ended in an unruly purple tail. The palace shook as the beast stomped ever closer to a cowering ball hidden behind the throne that stood adamantly in the center of room.

“Well, well, well, Princess Sweetie Belle, it looks like there’s no escape for you this time. Now surrender your kingdom to us, or suffer our wrath!” demanded the purple maned head of the chimera.

Sweetie Belle backed away from the twin headed beast, only to trip over the helmet of a late member of her security detail. She looked into the cold merciless eyes of her attacker, and the blood in her veins turned to ice. She’d seen what this thing had done to her guards and service staff and she knew that if she didn’t comply to their demands, it would do the same to her. In that instant, she panicked. “Somepony! Anypony! Help me!”

The creature cackled maniacally at the princesses’ pleas for assistance. “You’re only wasting your breath, Princess. We’ve eliminated every knight foolish enough to challenge us. There’s nopony left to help you now!” spoke the left head.

A regal and bold voice from behind pierced through the tension, immediately drawing the monster’s attention. “Unhand the princess you fiends... err... fiend? Let her go!”

“Oh? And who’s gonna make us?”

“I am!” A small armor clad knight stumbled unsteadily into view

“An’ just who in the hay are you s’posed to be?” asked the left head of the chimera.

“I am Sir Pipsqueak the Valiant, brave knight of the sea, and your worst enemy, foul beast! Now, get away from the Princess before you taste my blade!”

“Did you hear that, Applebloom? This shrimp is going to stop us.”

“Oooh, Ah’m so scared, Scootaloo," Applebloom said with mock fear lacing her voice.

“Whatever shall we do?” Scootaloo rolled her eyes, placed a foreleg to her forehead, and feigned a swooning spell, expecting her partner to play off of her synergy.

“This guys got me quakin’ in my little horseshoes. Maybe we ought to run away with our tails between our legs.”

“I-I’d be most appreciative if you did that, thanks!” said Pipsqueak, who was uncertain as to whether the monster was serious or not.

Applebloom chuckled at Pipsqueak while Scootaloo castigated him for his naivety. “Ha! Fat chance sir shrinks-a-lot! We’ll make short work of you, and then we’ll make you and the princess our slaves! Now prepare yourself!” Both Applebloom and Scootaloo craned their necks behind the respective sides of their amalgamated body and drew two massive axes in their mouths. “Come get some, shorty!”

“You can do it, Pipsqueak, I believe in you! Just do your best!” Sweetie Belle cheered from behind her captors.

“Y-yeah.” Pipsqueak swallowed the lump that began to form in his throat, and hesitantly drew his sword with his teeth, brandishing the glistening blade at his feral opponent. He couldn’t back down now, but something in the back of his mind told him he was horribly outmatched. It would take a miracle for him to defeat the slowly approaching monster. However, he didn’t have a miracle, he had five seconds and ninety-nine problems that would be permanently resolved by the massive incoming axe aimed at his head. Pipsqueak side-stepped the axe-swipe, and galloped while readying a swing of his own at Scootaloo’s half of the body, since she was still recovering from her earlier strike. With a mighty twist of his neck, his blade soared through the air and connected with the chimera’s flesh, but instead of inflicting a wound, his blade broke with a sickening Crack, rendering him defenseless.

“Was that it?” Scootaloo hissed at the defenseless knight.

“My sword!”

“Well, Ah, guess it’s my turn then. Ah guess this is the end of the road for you, huh, Pipsqueak?” Applebloom bit down on her axe and brought it down with as much force as she could muster.

“Pipsqueak!” Sweetie Belle cried as she watched the axe head fall ever closer to the final hope for her kingdom. Pipsqueak shut his eyes and made peace with himself as he anticipated the searing crushing pain that would ensue once the axe made contact, and yet no harm came to pass. He waited a few more seconds before opening his eyes. When he opened them he discovered that the chimera’s axe was being held at bay by three ethereal equine figures, one of which was blue in appearance, while the other was orange, however a massive white corporeal mare presided over both and this one was decidedly more regal than the other two spirits.

The orange spirit holding the Applebloom’s axe began to speak. “Applebloom, the time has come.”

The phantasm holding Scootaloo’s tail followed her counterparts lead. “Come on squirt, your parents asked me to foalsit for you tonight, and I’m gonna give you some flying lessons.”

Simultaneously, both spirits began to pull away from each other, and with a flash of light, the chimera was torn in two, and the decrepit war-torn palace began to peel away, the toppled pillars dissolving to become mannequins and rolls of fabric, the fallen knights resuming their forms as toppled over mannequins, and all of the grand creatures in the room, the spirits and the chimera, lost their fantastical allure as the facade broke away, leaving mares, fillies , and a very confused Pipsqueak in its wake.

“Awww, come on, sis. Me an Scootaloo were gettin’ ready to takeover the kingdom of new Trottin’ham! Cain’t this wait?”

“Sorry, Applebloom, but I told you, we’re goin’ to Appleloosa to help Braeburn out with the yearly buffalo offerin’.” As Applejack spoke, her sister’s face began to sag into a disheartened frown. Applejack quickly noticed and seized Applebloom in a tight embrace, and began scruffing up the filly’s mane. “And besides, I’m gonna need my star apple catcher there to make sure that not a single apple gets bruised hittin’ the ground.” Almost instantly Applebloom’s soggy demeanor performed a complete one-eighty, and she began giggling giddily as Applejack began to tickle her.

“All right, all right,” Applebloom managed to cough between giggles. “Knock it off sis, you’re emabrassin’ me in front of my friends!”

“Heh, come on let’s get goin little sis, and thanks for lettin’ her stay over while I was out, Rarity.” Applejack said as she ushered her sister out the door.

“It was no problem at all, now go on or you’ll be late for your train!”

In stark contrast to Applebloom’s initial attitude, Scootaloo was outright star stricken by Rainbow Dash. “Wow! My parents really got you to foalsit for me tonight, Rainbow Dash?”

“That’s right, squirt, tonight you get to hang out with me!” Rainbow Dash proclaimed proudly, before scooping Scootaloo and placing the filly on her back. “I’m gonna teach you some basic hovering drills, and then I’m gonna show you the basics of how to manipulate rain clouds afterwards.”

“You’re so awesome, Rainbow Dash!”

“Yeah, I know.” Rainbow Dash began flexing and stretching her wings to compensate for Scootaloo’s extra weight as she prepared for takeoff. “Oh yeah, and thanks for watching Scootaloo for me, Rarity.”

“You’re very much welcome Rainbow—”

In an instant, Rainbow Dash flapped her wings, and raced out the door with a Rainbow trail streaking behind as she flew off into the sunset.

“Dash.” Rarity concluded flatly. With a sigh and a flick of her hair, she turned to face Sweetie Belle and Pipsqueak. “Sweetie Belle, I thought I made it clear to you that I was to meet an a gentle-stallion for dinner this evening.”

“I know, but—”

“And I won’t be here to watch you both, but you certainly cannot come along. Pipsqueak, I’m afraid that you’ll have to go home.”

“Aww, come on Rarity. I’ll be bored if I’m home alone though. Just let him stay a little longer?”

“Sweetie Belle, I—”

“Pleeease?” Sweetie Belle flashed the most innocent look her emerald green eyes could possibly muster. It was a particular gaze she had perfected in order to get her parents to bend to her will, but this would be her first time testing it out on her sister.

“I said—”

“Please, please, please, please!” Sweetie pleaded, increasing the adorability levels of her stare to critical. There was nopony in their right mind who could possibly say no to her at this stage, and Rarity was no exception.

“Ugh!” Rarity managed to break eye contact with her sister. Sweetie’s Belle’s charms finally broke through the iron-walled bastion that was Rarity’s stance on the matter. “Fine, he can stay, but I want him home no later than ten o’clock! It’s seven now, and I’ll be home late, do you understand me Sweetie Belle?”

“Yes sis!” Sweetie Belle bounded over to her sister, and began nuzzling against Rarity’s legs. In response Rarity rolled her eyes.

“All right, I’m leaving now, there’s food in the kitchen, and just remember if you break anything in my store...” Rarity glared daggers at the children before resuming her instruction. “I know where you live. I will find you.” Slowly but surely, the fashionista walked backwards through the entrance of the boutique, never taking her glare off the kids.

The moment the door shut behind Rarity, Sweetie Belle turned her attention to Pipsqueak whose tail was wagging with fervent excitement, and a thought crossed her mind. She was a filly, and Pipsqueak was a colt. She could finally play the game that Rarity always sent her to bed early for whenever she brought a stallion over. She’d watched Rarity play it once or twice many other stallions, and contemplated trying it out with Applebloom and Scootaloo, but seeing as she had a colt at her disposal and the house to herself, this would be one opportunity she couldn’t afford to waste. “Hey, Pipsqueak, do you wanna play a game?” she asked slyly.

“Sure! What do you want to play? Tag? Pirates? Oh, I know: hide and go seek!”

“Mmm... nope! None of those.” Sweetie Belle saw she was losing his interest and decided to go with a sales pitch that would prey on his easily piqued curiosity. “Don’t worry though, I’ve got a different game in mind. I don’t think you’ve ever played it before.”

“What game?” Pipsqueak asked uncertainly, shying away from the filly.

“Come upstairs with me, and you’ll find out.” With that, Sweetie Belle took a page from her sister’s book, and began trotting to the staircase, her tail swaying behind her suggestively. She had no idea what the gesture was implying, but if it worked for Rarity, it would probably work for her too. She turned to see if her ploy was working and much to her delight, a confused Pipsqueak was only a few hoofsteps behind, his mind abuzz with curiosity regarding what Sweetie Belle had in mind. Little did he know, that she was as clueless about the subject as he was.

For the time being, he allowed his imagination to take over as he fell back into a fantasy world of his own design in order to get himself into the right mindset for whatever she had in mind. The white walls and carpeted floors of the boutique began to peel away leaving warped cobblestone and aged stone steps in their place. The lights in the hallways transformed into simple torches of a crude and ancient design, that provided flickering yet fickle illumination throughout the hallways as he followed Princess Sweetie Belle through the archaic tower.

“Princess, where are we going?”

“To my sister’s bed-chambers. There we shall discuss this matter further. Be patient, Sir Pipsqueak, all will be explained soon. Ah, see, here we are.” With a casual push, Sweetie Belle eased the elegant white door, which seemed out of place in this runic environment, open revealing a curiously well furnished room. Sweetie Belle slid inside with little hesitation, she was excited even, and Pipsqueak seeing no reason to dawdle any further, followed suit.

Once inside, he quickly became savvy to the fact that Sweetie Belle had vanished into the dimly lit room. Perhaps this was all part of her ploy.

Pipsqueak was quickly put on edge when Sweetie Belle’s voice cut through the tense silence he’d come to loathe in this short time span. “♥Over here, Pipsqueak...♥” He traced the source of her coo to a large four-poster bed that sat in the center of the room. He saw Sweetie Belle who was still swishing her tail through the air suggestively, and he began to trot towards her cautiously.

“What manner of trickery is this, princess?”

“Trickery? Princess? What are you talking about? I told you I wanted to play a game and since you’re here, we can begin. Now come on up.”

The fantasy world Pipsqueak had constructed in his mind began to fall apart, revealing the dimly lit ivory walls of Rarity’s bedroom, and the impatient filly lying on her side awaiting his arrival.

Pipsqueak, now freed from his imagination, leapt onto the bed to join Sweetie Belle, but his relatively short attention span drove him to pose more questions. “Well what do we do next? This doesn’t seem like a very fun game.”

Sweetie Belle giggled playfully at his impatience. “Oh Pipsqueak, don’t worry. We’re about to fix that very soon. Now just lay down, and let me take it from here.”

Cocking an unsure eyebrow, Pipsqueak did as he was told. A moment later, he could feel Sweetie Belle shifting around on the mattress, drawing ever closer to him. His nerves were on high alert, and he almost jolted away when she placed a gentle hoof on his thigh, giggling to herself as she did so. “Relax, Pipsqueak, I haven’t even done anything yet. Now what was it that Rarity does at this point?” Sweetie Belle gave Pipsqueak’s body a once over before locating what she suspected to be the main event of this evening. “Aww, it’s so cute!”

“Cute? What are you—” Pipsqueak’s eyes widened suddenly as he felt Sweetie Belle’s hoof brush across. “What are you doing!?”

“What Rarity does when she plays this game with other stallions. Now, hold still.”

“Sweetie Belle, I don’t think we should be—” Another jolt of electricity causing Pipsqueak's eyes to roll back in ecstasy shot through his body as Sweetie Belle seized her prize with both hooves and gave his length a slow deliberate lick. She had effectively silenced him and the little voice in the back of his mind that kept telling him what he was doing was wrong with that single action.

“Do you want me to stop?” Sweetie Belle asked before giving his slowly growing member another long sloppy lick, eliciting more sparks that shot through Pipsqueak’s spine forcing his eyes to clinch shut.

Entranced by the sensation of her tongue Pipsqueak could no longer hear the little voice of reason that had been holding him back. “I-I guess not.”

“Well then, let’s continue shall we?” She was emulating her sister almost verbatim at this point, making a show out of everything she did, especially now as she began to poke and explore him with her tongue. She found the experience to be very similar to eating a melting ice-cream cone, and began to work her tongue in a swirling pattern to simulate such an experience. Pipsqueak however was far too distracted by the foreign pleasure that ripped through him at the moment to appreciate Sweetie Belle’s theatrics. It couldn’t possibly have get any better than this, he thought to himself. Little did he know that Sweetie Belle’s curious lips aimed to prove him wrong as they began to glide slowly down his fully erect shaft, enveloping him in the moist warmth of her mouth’s embrace.

The pleasure was finite and fleeting, eliciting heavy groans from its recipient, however, for when she began her ascent, the comfort of her mouth began to dissipate, but like a piston, she shot back down, returning twice as much pleasure as the first time, but also twice as much pain. Pipsqueak reluctantly jerked his hips away from Sweetie Belle’s open mouth, but self-preservation came first in this instant.“Ouch, you bit me!”

Sweetie Belle panicked as Pipsqueak began to chastise her for the mistake. “I’m sorry, Pipsqueak, I didn’t mean it, honest! I just thought it would make you feel better if I used my teeth. Give me another chance?” Sweetie Belle pleaded.

While he wasn’t going to deny her the opportunity to try again, the pleading apologetic look in her eyes compelled him to make his decision faster. “J-just don’t do it again, okay?” He huffed with crossed forelegs.

“All right, I promise.” Without hesitation, she leaned down and took him into her mouth once again, and began bobbing up and down using a slow steady rhythm. She began to study Pipsqueak’s reactions to her own movements, taking note that he moaned louder when she descended from his zenith, and that using her tongue made him fidget and twitch uncontrollably.

“Sweetie Belle, don’t stop, it feels so good!” he managed to huff between grunts of frustrated delectation.

Sweetie Belle grinned to herself, and increased her speed, however she didn’t realise how much of an effect that would have on Pipsqueak.

Pipsqueak felt an unfamiliar swelling from the bottom of his loins begin to grow and overtake every other perception of his body. As Sweetie Belle bobbed faster and faster, the feeling became more and more intense, until finally an explosion erupted through within him releasing waves upon waves of pleasure, and a feeling of absolute elysium overcame him as he released himself into Sweetie Belle’s mouth.

Sweetie Belle on the otherhoof was having a much less enjoyable experience as a massive stream of his salty load plastered the inside of her mouth, causing her to cough and choke slightly. “Pipsqueak, what the hay!?” She shrieked, her voice cracking slightly as she wiped Pipsqueak’s essence from her mouth.

“I didn’t know what was going to happen, I swear it!”

Sweetie Belle sighed, and shook her head. “It’s all right, it was my fault, besides...” she turned around and lifted her tail upwards, presenting herself to Pipsqueak. “It’s your turn.”

Pipsqueak nervously swallowed the lump that began to rise in throat. “My turn?”

Sweetie Belle nodded in reply. “That’s right, after Rarity does that to the stallion, they always do the same thing in return. So it’s your turn.”

Reluctantly Pipsqueak moved forward even if he was shy about doing it, he did have to return the favor, it was only proper. He stopped four inches away from Sweetie Belle’s filly parts, and cocked his head to the side curiously. He had no idea what he was looking at. Sweetie Belle didn’t have the same parts as him. “So, um, what do I do?”

“I don’t know, I think you’re supposed to lick it or something. You figure it out.”

“Easier said than done...” He grumbled under his breath. Pipsqueak leaned forward cautiously yet curiously, and sniffed her fillyhood. He was afraid that with it being so closely placed to another particular hole that there would be a terrible scent associated with it, but in contrast, he found the aroma to be rather pleasant and somewhat intoxicating. He inched closer and experimentally stuck out his tongue, delicately brushing it against Sweetie Belle’s lips. After tasting her sweetness, he was tempted to venture further in. He started by separating the folds like a velvet curtain, before indulging himself with another tongue full of her essence. As he did so, a wave of delight began to spread through Sweetie Belle, causing her to jolt upright and shudder gleefully, as Pipsqueak continued his inexperienced assault, focusing not on technique or form but rather immersing himself in foreign flavor of the filly’s love nectars.

It wasn’t until his tongue glided over a meticulously placed bump on Sweetie Belle’s palette that he got the biggest reaction out of her yet. Her head whipped backwards involuntarily, and a hi-pitched squeal escaped her mouth as the most powerful surge of elation yet, rocked her entire being. Pipsqueak took careful note of this, and focused his efforts on the same area, looking up from time to time in amusement as Sweetie Belle jerked and wiggled before himself, biting her lip to stifle the moaning, but alas, something strange began to well up deep within her. It started out small, but it was definitely noticeable over Pipsqueak’s relentless licking, and in time it grew and grew, driving her nerve endings to the point of insanity, forcing a loss of control over her body, as she sank down and allowed Pipsqueak to ravage her. Then, it happened. It was as if almost instantly her body tensed up, her eyes clenched shut, while she began convulsing, a loud whinny escaping as she rode out her first climax.

Pipsqueak backed away from Sweetie Belle, observing the scene before him with mild panic. Like the majority of males, he had no clue about the wonderful phenomenon that had overtaken his partner. All the while Sweetie Belle’s convulsions began to dissipate, rendering her motionless as she lay prone and unmoving revelling in the pure relaxation that flowed through her muscles. Pipsqueak panicked. “A-are you dead? Did I kill you!? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it! What will I tell your sister!? I don’t want to be banished to the moon—” Pipsqueak’s ranting ceased as he watched Sweetie Belle stir from her bliss, her stoic emerald green eyes dancing over to meet his frantic brown pair with relative annoyance. “Oh, I uh... heh, sorry.”

Rolling her eyes and giggling, Sweetie Belle dismissed his odd behavior and laid down on her back, beckoning Pipsqueak closer with the wave of a hoof. “Come over here, this is the last step in the game.” Pipsqueak obeyed her command without delay, and with every step he took, he could feel his arousal growing and elongating. Precisely what Sweetie Belle had hoped for. Though his timidity was mostly gone, he hesitated a moment before closing the distance. The little voice of reason had surfaced from the depths of his mind momentarily before he pushed it back down and mounted Sweetie Belle.

“So... what next?” He asked .

“I think you’re supposed to put that—” she pointed at his emboldened protrusion. “—inside of me.”

Pipsqueak’s face flashed a fierce shade of red as he contemplated the concept of adjoining pleasure centers with Sweetie Belle. “Are you sure this will fit?”

“I don’t know, but let’s find out.” Sweetie Belle sat up and wrapped her forelegs around Pipsqueak’s neck, drawing him closer to herself as she laid back down and wrapped her hindlegs around his waist. “Put it in.”

“A-alright.” Pipsqueak cautiously and carefully maneuvered his hips around, poking and prodding at at Sweetie Belle’s fillyhood, in a blind attempt to invade her.

It only took a few more failed attempts before Sweetie Belle finally became agitated. “Will you hurry up and put it in already?” her voice cracking into a slightly higher pitch as she gripped.

“I’m sorry, but this is har~~” Pipsqueak’s sentence slurred off into a low grunt as his tip finally hit its mark, and in a matter of seconds, he was slowly enveloped in her moist heat. Sweetie Belle likewise yelped as she felt Pipsqueak slide in slowly, but it was not of bliss and enjoyment that comprised her outburst, but rather pain. She tensed her grip around Pipsqueak’s neck, and clenched her eyes tightly.Pipsqueak was quick to notice the sudden shift in his partner’s demeanor, and stopped his advance in concern for her well being. “Sweetie Belle, are you alright? Should I stop?”

She she shook her head to decline his offer and said, “No, I want this.”

“But—”

“Please, Pipsqueak, keep going!” She looked up at him with her wide pleading eyes, and in that moment, something about seeing Sweetie Belle's beg caused Pipsqueak’s blood temperature to elevate and his hips to press forward on their own, further immersing him into her being. With each inch he delved into her, the pain began to slowly fade away leaving no trace that it had ever been there, and a new feeling took gradually its place.

As Pipsqueak drew himself away, Sweetie Belle emitted another moan, this one louder than the last. He threw himself forward into her depth again, slowly becoming comfortable with the rhythmic motions that her body demanded of him. He experimentally threw himself forth a few more times, all the while soaking in every last detail of the experience. He focused his attention on her face again, using her expressions and body language to judge how well he was doing. Her eye movements were unfocused and frantic, the lids opening and closing for seconds at a time, searching around the room, studying Pipsqueak, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, retreating back every so often so that she could bite her lower lip and sighed contentedly. Her forehooves fell from around his neck and seized a nearby pillow that she bit down upon to muffle some more embarrassing squeals as he continued to grind on inside of her. So good so far.

It came as a surprise to him when Sweetie Belle threw the pillow across the room, seized his head, and pulled his lips to down to meet her own, a warmth spreading from her mouth to his own as they shared in each other’s first kiss. It wasn’t long before Sweetie Belle began to explore the inside of Pipsqueak’s mouth, caressing and massaging his tongue with her own, as she hummed in time with each of his thrusts which becoming more powerful, and more focused by the moment. Pipsqueak broke the kiss, his teeth grit as he sensed that wonderful release from earlier building up in his loins. “Sweetie Belle, I think— ugh!— that I’m going to explode again— agh!”

“Me too!” she whined through the abuse.

“I can’t...” Pipsqueak winced as a jolt shot through his member “I can’t hold it!”

“Then just go, I can feel mine coming no~~ow~~Ooow!” Sweetie Belle lost control of her voice as her own orgasm took her away from the world of rational thought and proper pronunciation. Pipsqueak wasn’t too far behind as he released himself into her as well, their pleasure met in the middle and spilled upon the bed, but neither cared to pay it any attention as their joint climax allowed them one last glance at each other, before the intensity forced their vision to fade away in a haze of colors neither had ever seen before.

Once their orgasms died down, Pipsqueak rolled off of Sweetie Belle, threw her forelegs around Pipsqueak, and quickly pecked him on the cheek before nuzzling into his coat. “Thanks, Pipsqueak," she said quietly before going limp and still.

Pipsqueak on the otherhoof had been bothered by something the whole time they’d been intimate. “Say, Sweetie Belle, that was really fun, and all but I have a question.”

“Mmm?” She mumbled from her lax state.

“Who wins the game?”

Sweetie Belle thought about it for moment, but found she couldn’t come up with an answer. It was at that moment that devious grin began to crawl across her face. “I don’t know, maybe we’ll just have to play again? We’ve got two more hours.”

“Well, all right, but—”

Sweetie Belle recovered quickly and stood over him. “And, this time I wanna be on top!”

Pipsqueak swallowed nervously. It was going to be a long two hours...

Two Hours Later

“Shhh, you have to be quiet or you’ll wake my sister,” Rarity whispered to her date as she crept up the stairs to her room. Sweetie Belle’s room was further down the hall, but sound carried very well in the building for some odd reason, and Sweetie Belle was a somewhat light sleeper. As Rarity reached the top of the stairs, she noticed that the light to her room was on and that the door was ajar slightly. “Well that can’t be right, she’s supposed to be asleep right now. What could she possibly be doing up at this hour?” Rarity moved closer to the door, her date following curiously, and she could hear giggling from inside. Inching ever closer she could hear the sounds of children playing: “Yargh! Who be the greatest pirate of the equestrian sea?”

“You are, Captain Sweetie Belle ma’am!” Pipsqueak shouted.

Rarity chuckled to herself as she nudged the door open with her horn and began to trot inside to prepare Pipsqueak to go home. “All right, Sweetie Belle, it’s time for you to say goodbye to Pipsquea—”

“You’re the greatest pirate, you’re the greatest pirate!” Pipsqueak grunted as Sweetie Belle continued to grind up and down on his shaft, both completely oblivious to Rarity’s opening statement. But they certainly heard what she said next.

“What in equestria are you doing!?”

Sweetie Belle turned around, looked her sister dead in the eye, and said simply: “Beating your high score.”