A She-devil in Plain Sight

In her bedroom, Rarity sighed and massaged her forehead, as she prepared herself to complete the second-to-last last piece left to consider in her chain of unveilings. Namely, talk to Sweetie Belle on the woodworm gnawing her sanity away and threatening her soul.

“You can do it Rarity,” she muttered to herself, giving slow circular massages to her forehead. “You have done this with friends, which was much more dangerous, you can do this with your younger sister as well.”

She took a deep breath, followed by another and and then yet another, before she finally got the resolution to get up and walk to the door, out of her room and down the corridor towards the white-and-light pink wooden door that was her destination. She clumped her left hand into a fist and let it thump heavily against the door and repeated the gesture a couple of times, before an answer could be heard from behind the door.

“Come in, it’s as open as it gets!” Sweetie Belle said, her voice as chirpy as a singing red robin or a graceful goldfinch.

Rarity pushed the door inwards, revealing Sweetie Belle -- wearing a sulphur yellow shirt accompanied by an ivory white pleated short skirt -- sitting on a bordeaux beanbag chair, a closed textbook on her straight and down knees and with one of her hands inside it in order to not lose her page, her eyes looking at Rarity.

“What’s up sis?”

Rarity gulped, adjusting her shirt’s neck, before finally gathering the strength to push forward.

“Sweetie Belle, my dear sister,” Rarity said, sitting on Sweetie’s flower-print bed with her back arched a little forward. “While what I am going to say may sound rather… sudden... all things considered, it is important that you know what is happening to your older sister, lest you walk in and see me in a situation you may be unprepared for.”

Sweetie Belle opened up her textbook again, only to make a dog ear as large as a half a page, before closing it again and setting it down onto the warm pink wooly carpet below and getting up on her feet to sit down at her bed’s end -- in fact, laying on it like a cat lounging on a pillow.

“You see, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity started to pet her sister’s hair, her white hand remarking the distinction existing between her two-colored hair. “I have…. Tendencies you may have or may not noticed, depending on how sneaky and curious you have been in the past few months, ones that, despite their sexual nature, need to be sai-”

“Oh! I get it! You’re attracted to young boys!” Sweetie Belle said with a giggle as she jolted up and stood up by the bed. “I knew that already, silly!”

“H-how did you get that?” Rarity said as she recoiled, startled both by Sweetie’s sudden movement and unforeseen knowledge on the matter -- as well as her jarringly cheerful tone of voice. “I thought-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know I shouldn’t have eavesdropped on you, but…” Sweetie Belle blushed a little as she giggled lightly. “I couldn’t help it! I mean, setting aside that time during my ninth birthday you've been eating a boy out with your eyes, it was just too funny to imagine you seeking…”

Rarity squinted her eyes and arched her eyebrows, her gaze as poisonous as a woodland viper -- and just as eager to sink teeth into Sweetie’s fair flesh -- before giving her a strong push that nearly sent the younger girl down onto the floor below.

“Hey! What was that for?!” Sweetie Belle whined as she hastily climbed back up, still clinging onto her bed’s flower-printed sheets.

“You know it perfectly well why!” Rarity said.

“Uhuhu? I thought you were fine with me joking about it…” Sweetie Belle said.

“Why would I be fine with that?!” Rarity said, setting her hands into her hair and ruffling it to the point of full-on disorder of tufts. “Why would I be fine with jokes about me lusting after young children, if thinking about it almost brought me to suicide?! Are you aware how much I have been thinking about that incident?”

Sweetie Belle’s pupils widened and shrunk in rapid succession, as she curled up and cringed, just before jumping forward towards Rarity, hugging her just above her generous breasts.

“I didn’t know that!” Sweetie Belle said, her voice cracking under the oppressing weight of the realization. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t notice it, I…”

“It is all good, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said, hugging back and then undoing it a few seconds later. “I realize that you did not quite understand the situation and everything else. That being said, still do not joke about my habit like that, is that clear?”

Sweetie Belle looked up at Rarity -- her eyes shining with traces of tears -- and nodded slowly, before crawling away slowly off her bed and went back to sit onto her bean bag. Understanding her reluctance to go on further, Rarity got up and walked away out of her sister’s room, making a small curtsey as she closed the door behind her.

As she walked back to her room, Rarity felt something best forgotten arise once more to torment here.

Namely, the first time to her memory she felt enjoyment at the sight of a young boy's glutei, whether ill-concealed with ornate fabric or bare to the point of seeing the silky smoothness almost shine under the light.

Rarity could only vaguely the context, it being when Sweetie Belle had decided to celebrate at home the anniversary of her coming to the light of the world. However Rarity could not fully forget what had sparked in her the wish to obtain the desired itch given by the sweet submission to lust at the sight of younger boys. She remembered him, his shapely rear end hidden by a very thin layer of white fabric, his trouses made of Genoese fabric pulled down to his ankles during a puerile game, and her mind captured by the desire to see more of him... to sweet-talk him as she followed through her impulse... to manipulate with her fair the untouchable.

Rarity sped up her step towards her room, shaking her head, grunting and whining as she tried to get the memory out of her head, fighting with all her might until she, tired out, let out a deep sigh and slumped onto her couch, letting her mind flow freely with whatever thought came up to her mind.

In Canterlot High’s music room, Sunset Shimmer was sitting by the back on one of the provided chairs -- her trusty electric guitar encased into its black case plastered with a radiating sun-shaped bronze cameo nailed to its top sitting close to her chair, which was extremely close to the stage -- and Rarity was sitting on the stage’s hedge with her right leg resting onto her left one, with her right arm massaging her chin while she used her left one to keep balance in such position.

“You are telling me… it is true that looking for drawn pornographic material for my wish is legitimate from a legal standpoint?” Rarity asked at a low voice, looking down at Rarity with inquisitive eyes.

Sunset Shimmer quickly nodded and hummed.

“Yes, it’s not just one of those borderline-legal stuff Lemon Turner may be doing in order to cope,” Sunset Shimmer said with an equally-low voice, her smile barely barely visible in the dim light of the room and her nod confounding her head with the darkness engulfing her shape. “Back in my world, this was actually suggested for some cases, and, well, I didn’t see any law against it here.” She let out a faint giggle. “In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen one in Fluttershy’s house, in-between her many, many animes and among her mangas.”

“Are you serious?” Rarity said while recoiling somewhat. “You mean…”

“Nah, I don’t think she’s suffering of it, considered that she seemed painfully ignorant of what the apparently-sappy storyline enticed and, well, considered that she hasn’t expressed any real interest in them otherwise.”

“I did not mean to that, Sunset,” Rarity jumped off the stage to walk closer to Sunset. “I just was not aware that she owned such a collection. That, and that she would not recognize the sexual subject matter as such of a production like that, although I take the one she owns is not one of the most lewd available on the market.”

“Ah, sorry about that, it is just that --”

Before Sunset could finish her sentence, there was a loud creaking, as more natural light and a few white rays of artificial light poured inside the room and revealed all -- from the dark green plastic and black metal chairs, to the cherry wood stage -- to any onlooker -- such as Pinkie Pie opening the door.

“Hai there!” Pinkie Pie turned the light on with a quick finger flicking onto the switch just next to the swinging door. Sunset and Rarity immediately got up and hastily waved their hands towards Pinkie Pie, who proceeded to exchange the favour.

“How’re you two doing?” Pinkie asked while bouncing forward towards her two friends. “Hope you’re all good, because this is the last practice we’re gonna do before that big party with those ole’ grumpypants of Crystal Prep.”

Rarity and Sunset odded at the unison, then the latter went forward to the stage to unlock the guitar case and the former walked towards the musical instruments’ wardrobe in the backstage.

“So, were all invitations sent?” Rarity asked as she pulled her bass out of the wardrobe.

“Of course yes, why not?” Pinkie Pie asked, pulling a pair of drumsticks from behind her back. “I’ve sent the invitations twice just in case they missed it. In fact, I’ve been gone from school day ‘cuz I was delivering invitations myself!”

“Oh?” Rarity asked, her heart skipping a beat at the implications. “Literally everyone you knew? Friends of friends too?”

“Yeah!” Pinkie Pie said cheerfully, hopping up the stage and getting behind the drumset as she spoke. “Worried that Lemony wasn’t going to turn up at the party because I forgot to tell him?”