Before the Friendship Games: Sugarcoat

Neon sat up and grabbed Dean Cadance's hand, accepting her handshake. "Glad to be a part of the cause," he said with a smile. "So," he said as the handshake was broken, "why call the organization 'S.M.I.L.E.'?"

"Simply put," Dean Cadance said, "this place needs an attitude adjustment. I'm sure you heard about the fight between Lemon Zest and Sour Sweet."

Neon rolled his eyes. "The whole school knows about it, Dean Cadance."

"Not to mention what happened Monday between the two of you," Dean Cadance said, gesturing to Neon and Sugarcoat. "And that's just for starters," she said.

"Crystal Prep's been a nightmare under Cinch's tenure," Sugarcoat said. "The constant pressure to succeed, the obsession with winning..."

"Okay, I get it," Neon said. "More people need to be positive around here." He thought for a moment. "Speaking of which, hon, your dad mentioned an old principal. What was her name again?"

Dean Cadance smiled fondly. "You must mean Amore."

Neon nodded. "Yeah, her. Can't she come back in some capacity to straighten things out?"

Dean Cadance folded her arms and looked away from Neon. "No," she said sadly. "She...she passed away some time ago."

Neon hissed through his teeth. "Oh, geez, Dean Cadance. I'm sorry."

Cadance smiled softly. "You have nothing to apologize for, Neon. You didn't know."

"Crystal told me that there's a lot of people here who side with you," Neon said, eager to change the subject.

Cadance nodded. "That's true. Some of the student's parents do as well, but you already found that out, I take it?"

"Yeah," Neon said. "I'm still trying to get used to the fact that my parents are in on this." He paused for a moment. "Say, why are Sugar and I the only students involved? I'd imagine many other students would want in on this."

"We can't just go telling any student, Neon," Dean Cadance said. "We need people in S.M.I.L.E. that we can trust completely. That we know can keep a few secrets."

"So," Sugarcoat said, "Any other questions, hot stuff?"

Neon cupped his chin in thought for a moment, then a question came to his mind. "Yes," he said. "Does anyone outside of Crystal Prep know about this?"

"Vice-Principal Luna from Canterlot High," Dean Cadance said. "She and I have been dear friends since we competed against each other in the Friendship Games way back when." She smiled warmly. "She's been a big help in getting things organized on top of her other duties."

"'Vice-Principal'? What about the Principal," Neon asked.

"Y-Yes, Principal Celestia does know about S.M.I.L.E., but politely declined to be a part of it. She wanted to stay out of this."

"I wonder why," Neon said.

Dean Cadance sighed. "She didn't quite agree with my point of view."

"Wait," Neon said. "If Vice-Principal Luna is siding with you, why isn't she here?"

"Luna and I may be close, but she's far closer to her sister."

"Sister, huh," Neon said in slight surprise. "I didn't know you could have a sibling work alongside you as a co-principal or something."

"It was unprecedented, that's for sure. But enough about that. Let's get to why you're really here," Dean Cadance said.

"Wait, what?" Neon blinked.

"Don't worry, hon, this is just a briefing on what we're going to do," Sugarcoat said.

Neon sighed with relief. "With all due respect, Dean Cadance, I think you could've worded that better."

Cadance smiled softly. "Understood," she said. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Thanks," Neon said.

"Setting that to the side," Cadance said, "it turns out having Luna at CHS is a good thing."

"Oh," Neon asked. "Why's that?"

"Well," Cadance said, "she told me that earlier this year at Canterlot's Fall Formal, strange things had happened. Several of the students underwent...changes."

"'Changes'," Neon repeated with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes," Dean Cadance said. "Now, what I'm about to tell you is going to sound impossible, but I trust Luna with every fiber of my being."

"Okay," Neon said as he leaned forward. "Tell me."

Dean Cadance looked Neon in the eyes, and told him what she was told word for word. By the time she finished, Neon put a hand to his head and struggled not to laugh. He took a deep breath, then exhaled. He looked up at them incredulously.

"Okay," Neon said. "A bunch of people can't stand Principal Cinch. That's fine. A whole secret organization dedicated to her downfall, that's almost a stretch. But magic," he scoffed. "And you believe this," he asked as he looked at Sugarcoat.

"Yes," Sugarcoat said with conviction. "Yes, I do."

"Well then where's the evidence," Neon asked. "If all of that really happened, why didn't anybody record it on their phones? Why didn't anyone call the police?"

"Call the police," Sugarcoat asked. "What could they possibly have done in that situation?"

"I don't know," Neon said sarcastically, "maybe help evacuate the student body?"

Dean Cadance sighed. "I told you it was going to sound impossible."

"Well, you were right," Neon said.

"There's more," Sugarcoat said.

"More, huh," Neon asked. "All right, I'll hear it. Just don't blame me for being skeptical when you're done," he said to Cadance.

Cadance nodded. "Fair enough," she admitted. "Anyway, a few months after all of that happened..." Neon listened intently to the Dean, but remained unsure.

"Yeah, this is all hard to believe," Neon said. "The magic of friendship sounds pretty damn corny if you ask me. What does this all have to do with the Friendship Games, anyway?"

"Both the Fall Formal and the Battle of the Bands revolved around seven girls. Sunset Shimmer, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie...and Twilight Sparkle."

Neon's eyes widened. "Wait, isn't that the newest member of the team? What's she doing at CHS?"

"That's just it, Neon. I know Twilight very well, and she's never been to Canterlot High." Cadance said with a shrug. "There is, however, this." She took out a picture and handed it to Neon. He took it, then looked at it closely.

It was a photo of what looked like Twilight Sparkle, but she wasn't wearing glasses and her hair wasn't tied into a bun. Nor was she wearing a Crystal Prep uniform. Even stranger still was that it looked like she was playing soccer. "So...she has a twin sister or something," Neon asked. Cadance shook her head. "Okay, this is starting to get a little freaky."

"The whole point I'm trying to make here is that it's my hope that if we get exposed to the magic of friendship, the atmosphere here will change for the better," Cadance said.

Neon sighed. "That sounds like one hell of a long shot." There was a knock at Cadance's door.

"Come in," Cadance said. The door opened to reveal Crystal Clarity.

"Hey, mom," Sugarcoat said.

"Hey, kid," Crystal said. She turned to Neon. "So, are you up to speed," she asked.

"I think I've been taking speed," Neon said. "This sounds ridiculous...but if you and Sugar believe it, I'll just take your words for it. So what brings you here, Crystal?"

"I'm here to pick the two of you up and take you home," Crystal said.

"I think we're done here anyway," Cadance said.

Sugarcoat took Neon by the hand as they both got up. The three waved goodbye to Cadance and went on their way. They neared the exit that led to the parking lot, and Sugarcoat pushed Neon into a hallway. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear. "I've got something special planned for the two of us, hot stuff. What we've been doing to each other up until now won't come even close to what I have in store for us." She slowly licked Neon on the neck, then nibbled his ear. Before he could respond, she grabbed him by the hand and ran to catch up with Crystal.

They arrived at Sugarcoat's shortly, and Sizzle appeared in the driveway. He handed something over to Sugarcoat that Neon couldn't see. She grabbed two glasses of water and handed one to Neon. Grinning widely, she opened her hand to reveal two small heart-shaped pills. One blue, one pink.

Neon blinked. "What are those," he asked.

Sugarcoat could barely contain her excitement. "This is the strongest aphrodisiac that money can legally buy, hot stuff. It makes orgasms stronger, longer, and keeps the juices flowing for several hours. It's called...Sex Bomb," she said.

Neon's eyes widened. "Wow."

"You're goddamn right, wow," Sugarcoat exclaimed. "But that's not all. My dad filled the place with scents that'll drive us absolutely insane."

Neon felt his pants tighten, then he blinked. "Wait, what about the Friendship Games tomorrow?"

"We'll be fine, hon," Sugarcoat said in an assuring tone. She took Neon by the hand yet again, then took him up to her bedroom door. She gave him the blue heart pill. "Here's to an unforgettable afternoon," she said.

"And to fucking ourselves silly," Neon said. They took the pills, then set the glasses on the floor.

"Brace yourself, babe," Sugarcoat said as she opened the door. All of a sudden, Neon smelled so many scents that it threatened to overwhelm him. He felt his pants tighten dramatically as Sugarcoat closed the door. "Oh," she said. "One last thing: like any bomb, the Sex Bomb deserves a countdown from five, wouldn't you say? It works quickly, after all."

Neon nodded as he felt sweat start to drip from his forehead.

"Five." Sugarcoat said.

Neon tried desperately to stay still, ignoring a serious urge to fuck her senseless.

"Four." Sugarcoat said as the expression on her face changed from excitement to lust.

"Three." Sugarcoat began to sweat, and Neon noticed her inner thigh was practically soaking with arousal.

"Two." Neon tapped his foot impatiently as his primal urges rose to an almost animalistic level.

"One." Sugarcoat slowly raised her hand, her middle finger and thumb were touching each other.

"Zero." She whispered, then snapped her finger.