Tender sat on the edge of his bed, his hands folded on top of themselves as he stared into the darkness around him. He was supposed to be in bed two hours ago, and at this point was only going to get maybe two hours before he had to start practicing the choreography for Sweetie’s next video in the morning. His mind wouldn’t be quiet though, and at the edges of his eyes, he could swear he saw wisps of smoke. Wisps of whatever ethereal being had talked to him before, and had been there for the dance he had spent the rest of the day trying to remember after his crash.

And just like those phantom steps, he now sat there tantalized by its other gift. A wish to change the rules. He didn’t know of any rules he wanted to change though. Not anything that wasn’t rejected by his mind, an unconcious force telling him no as he thought. Thus, he still needed sleep, days continued to be twenty four hours long, and he sat here tormented by what he might want to do.

He obeyed the rules. He stayed exactly where he should be. The only rule he could think of that bothered him was anytime Sweetie Belle told him about interviews she had about their videos together. About how they were going too far if they were still supposed to be ‘innocent’. Sweetie had so many times thought about just shutting down the two of them working together, something her manager hadn’t allowed so far, just to get the press to stop, though he found a dance between the two of them helped her remember why he was her choreographer.

People hated her just because she was a free spirit. Just because she didn’t hide her body, or deny that sex ever existed. There was more to innocence than that. More to a childish spirit than that. ‘I wish people would be able to just relax about such things and accept the new reality me and my friends were raised in with the internet.”

And almost as soon as he had thought those words, he found that his eyes couldn’t stay open, and he collapsed onto his bed, missing his alarm clock and rushing out of his house just in time for rehearsal.

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Tender burst through the stage doors in a panic, already in his stuffy, butler’s clothes as he panted from having to run from his house. He barely could remember last night as he blinked at the stage, but he knew he had done something. Something was different. Something was wrong.

After all, him and Sweetie were the only ones on stage today. “Where are the other dancers? I thought we were doing a full rehearsal today. Did that change?”

Sweetie swallowed hard, her arms moving to go over her chest, squeezing down the mountains, but… Her costume was different. It wasn’t a corset now. No, instead, she wore a rather cute sweater that hugged the front of her body well… And nothing else. As such, Sweetie Belle’s action just helped her soft, squishy flesh squeeze out, letting more of the sides of her breasts be seen by him, something that seemed to fluster her more.

With another look, Tender saw just how indecent the sweater was, especially when paired with a pair of slightly torn shorts that he’d expect more from Apple Bloom than her. Than again, for a music video, anything was possible after their alien costumes once. That didn’t distract him though from the fact that the sweater covered none of her back, except a small strip of yarn at her neck to keep it on, and a thin line of cloth at the bottom… underneath the small bit of her ass that he could see when she turned away from him, her cheeks still bright red.

He frowned a little at the entire costume change. It wasn’t out of character for her in her videos, and in fact, made him think of a-

“Mr. Taps, what do you think of your new, poor, school girl?”

Tender blinked at being called, snapping out of his thoughts as, well, Miss Camer- Veiled. She liked being called Veiled more than Camera. She was Sweetie Belle’s manager, and he looked down to the somewhat older mare. She was probably around the same age as his teacher, and looked about as good as her, though for different reasons. She wore her age more after all, with breasts that rivaled Sweetie’s, a bit of heft to her body, and usually wearing suits that were maybe a size too small so that you could tell all of that just by a glance. Her black fur, with a white stripe over her eyes, helped with her appeal, especially in a muted, red suit that was her favorite, but it also made him always think of a raccoon. Someone who was always watching and had a bigger plan than might be expected, especially with how kind she was.

And looking back at Sweetie Belle, he felt like he had been trapped right in her clutches. “Umm, She, uh, looks-”

“I can’t have you being like that today. After all, you’re supposed to be the suave businessman that takes advantage of her. Otherwise, she just looks like some slut doing her first porn music video.”

Tender’s eyes flew open at the statement before he opened his mouth and things… Shifted. His memories were altered as he remembered interviews not accusing Sweetie Belle of being a slut, but instead asking about their relationship. After all, now it wasn’t strange for even a young star like her to have a sex life, and with all the two had done, everyone thought they were constantly fucking. The two’s relationship was no different though, except that last week the two had agreed to finally shoot a video that would include full nudity. One where Tender was going to undress Sweetie, pull out his cock, which Veiled assured Sweetie would like with a wink he didn’t like, and make her su- su-

He blinked, wobbling on his feet as he felt like he might be sick. It wasn’t just at the idea of his wonderful little idol blowing him, but just at the fabric of reality changing so hard that doing a variant like this to go with the normal video wasn’t weird! What had the spirit done?

But, as Veiled, seeing his wobbling, called “Places,” he fell into the same trap she had put him into a few times before. After all, this wasn’t the first time that he had been put on stage with something he hadn’t known about. No, she liked these last minute surprises where something got a lot more sexual, and that was even before the shift. Tender was a professional after all, and he moved obediently to do as he was told, even as his legs shuddered underneath him.

And then he looked at Sweetie Belle, and his mind drifted to all the things this shifted between the two of them. In fact, between all of his friends.

…

He blinked and tried to focus on it again.

...Nothing. He almost didn’t believe it until he looked into Sweetie Belle’s eyes. They were the same nervous, scared ones that he always knew when they took the stage. Well, not whenever they took the stage, but when something went wrong. When a costume for a concert went missing. When some of her dancers had gotten the flu and he had to change the routine on the spot. Or, for that matter, one concert where he had had to break script because her outfit had started to tear, and she couldn’t keep dancing without a full wardrobe malfunction.

He was the professional. When everything went wrong, he would come up with a solution, and this played to that. After all, Sweetie was purely supposed to follow his lead. It was all up to him how perverse he made this. How much he hurt Sweetie.

His body tensed up as the first notes of the song began to play. They would start, and then restart after sixteen beats to get the two ready to perform. With each beat, he counted along as he forced it all out. Instead, the only thing he focused on were Sweetie Belle’s eyes, and he silently wished to himself to be able to keep those eyes in his mind so he knew what was at stake if he couldn’t relax and just dance.

And so he started going over the plan. He knew the theme. He was an older, rich, charming man who by all means looked unthreatening, but was…

‘No. Fuck the consequences. I will not let some director hurt a friend, or what this should be.’

And only Veiled saw as white wisps of smoke rushed out of Tender’s cloak for a second as the music restarted one more time, not on her cue, and in the camera he looked older. Like a true gentleman, rather than a boy wearing a suit, and there was even a white rose on his lapel. It was… Intriguing to the director to say the least.

To Tender though? He felt none of that as he reached over and plucked Sweetie Belle’s hand from her. With it, and a soft tug, he pulled her to turn, her other hand coming up for him to take. He could twirl her, and he could vaguely see the steps he had planned for this. To ‘bewilder’ her with his steps as he used every ounce of his talent to make it seem like he could make her fly.

That wasn’t them though. Or, not all of them, so he leaned back, letting the two swing in a wide circle as he smiled at her. Sweetie Belle blinked, and with a small wish, she truly followed his lead, giggling as she had the first time the two had spun like this as school children.

It didn’t last long as Tender pulled her back in, gentle and slow, before one of his hands caressed her cheek, and their bodies had less than an inch of space at any point. Sweetie shuddered against him as one of his hands slid along her side, before then freezing.

One of Sweetie Belle’s breasts was out. The spin must have thrown in out of the impractical sweater. It sagged without even the small bit of support, but she didn’t notice it yet. In her mind, she was still safe, while Tender knew that at least one of the cameras would be able to see it. Make sure it was…

He shut his eyes for a moment, before opening them again as the hand on her side gently grabbed part of her sweater and pulled it back over her breast. It immediately made Sweetie Belle beat red, but it was better than if he had simply groped her. After all, he wanted to take this slower. To make sure she knew he cared.

The next step came with a hand gently cupping her ass and lifting her up a little as he helped her glide across the stage, transitioning from whatever park they had been in, to a mental bar. As such, he now leaned in, using his arm as the bench underneath her while they stayed close. Their breath was almost one as he kept his eyes on her, a hand reaching out, actually for balance, but as if also grabbing a drink for the two.

She glanced down, and he smiled at how cute she was. She only blushed harder at the action, and he straightened them a little, barely keeping himself upright with his strength as he brought his other arm down, keeping a finger around the ‘glass’ as he brought it to her lips. Her soft, thin pillows wrapped around his finger, her eyes glancing to his as he could hear her swallow.

In his mind though, she was just having her first sip, and he was trying to be romantic as he leaned in, his lips pressing against hers awkwardly. His tongue darted in briefly as Sweetie’s eyes closed slightly, tapping against her tongue and reveling in her taste, before he then almost dropped her. It was… A lot, and while his hand tugging on hers stopped her from falling, he turned away, blushing himself as he put a hand over his face.

Opening his eyes, he saw himself. That same spirit that had come when he had pushed the wishes too far. It could hear his mind screaming to stop. That this was too far. That he was… He was being too honest with his emotions, but the spirit gave him a thumbs up. The spirit appeared to agree with the painful throbbing in his chest, and…

And in the moment, Tender gave in, if not just to continue the dance. It lost the setting a little as he went back to more basic steps. With small tugs and turns though, he made Sweetie Belle look like an ametuer who was just learning on her feet, while with each kiss and pause the two shared, with each brief moment their lips touched, or how Tender would look away as he needed to readjust her sweater again, both of theirs nerves about the situation became all the more apparent.

And, on honest accident for Tender, as the final verse began to come, Sweetie’s red face fell from his eyes. Instead, it fell to his waist as her legs gave out from her. The two of them both froze as they realized what they should do, and…

And what Tender hoped they both wanted as he indeed did unbutton his pants, and pulled out his cock. Every inch of it, right in front of Sweetie Belle, and he shut his eyes as he wished for her not to hate it. As he wished for her to just go along with this last bit of the dance, even as the stern nerves that had kept him through all of this began to fail him.

And then shattered as her lips brushed against his shaft. It wasn’t that he came. In fact, he wasn’t even hard. It was just that… He couldn’t do this. Not right now. Not when he knew this was all a scam. Not when he was lying to himself about this being a part of the performance, art, or even his heart. No, he wasn’t that good. He… He was just some loser, and this had to stop.

And so Veiled watched as the wisps of smoke, on her screen for only her to see, left the boy, and their final kiss, happening from a stunned Sweetie Belle getting pulled right up to Tender’s face for it, actually came across as awkward, instead of scared and sweet. For a split second, it made her consider scrapping it, but as she looked up at the two parting, unable to look at each other, she knew she would have to be happy with it. At least, for this song.

Besides, she was satisfied just getting to know that she really was working with a horse in the sheets, and not just some pony. Only question now was how to get more of that footlong near her.

Author's Note

Okay, going to cover a few things now: One: This wish's retroactive stuff mostly applies to things that wouldn't change the character. For an example (spoilers though we may never touch on some of these characters): Pinkie has been a somewhat public prostitute for her life by offering things like Blowjobs at Sugarcube Corner. This fits with her character, but wouldn't change it. However, Applejack has not done the same thing for her family as that would change how her character acts, at least in my eyes. This is mostly to allow things like this music video not to seem too abnormal, but also so I don't have to rewrite whole characters who may have changed from this.

Two: I have established parts of Tender's weekly schedule, but do not expect me to keep to it, just for flexibility.

Three: I'd love to hear any guesses you might have as for what exactly is empowering Tender, and its goals, especially after so much power was given to him like this.

And four: Sorry for all the clarifying here. I just want to try to make things clear, especially after the confusion last time, and in general to help you guys comment for future chapters with knowledge of how things are, instead of being 100% blindsided.

Oh, and, as always, leave your suggestions below for what he should do next, or what you would like to see happen to him next.