Belle’s Guardian Prince

Act 2 - Stroking the Flames - Part 1

In a partially lit apartment, the faint sound of music could be heard bouncing all over its walls. Inside, said walls were decorated to the brim with merchandise depicting Sweetie ‘Melodious Star’ Belle herself. Most of them were posters of her various concerts, advertisement campaigns, charity works, and other works with various artists, though those were cut out leaving Sweetie Belle alone.

There were several bookshelves filled with miniatures, CDs, DVDs, and more. One crystal box safeguarded what looked to be the most prized possession of all: a signed poster and the imprint of a kiss next to the autograph. On the wall in front of it, several other posters and photos filled it. Unlike the others, however, they didn’t look professionally made. Before it, a stallion was furiously jerking off to it, his eyes wide and moving wildly across the several dozens of photos and posters that filled that wall.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cursed loudly, increasing the speed and strength of his pumping hand while drooling madly. With a final groan, he unleashed a torrent of cum all over a small collection of Sweetie Belle figurines wearing different outfits. When he was done, he slumped down on his chair to breathe heavily.

“Fuck me, that was fantastic. Sweetie Belle, my beautiful goddess, when o’ when shall we meet again? When shall thine eyes pierce the veil that blinds you and see the unending love I have for you?” He said, staring at his wall’s centerpiece. There, a large printing of Sweetie Belle putting on a bikini was displayed.

Suddenly, an insistent knocking at his door cut his inspiration. Groaning, he stood up, pulled up his pants, and went to see who was bothering him so late. “It’s my freaking day off, Morris. If it’s you behind that door I swear I’m going to punch you!” He threatened, clenching his left hand into a fist while his right went to the knob. Opening the door ready to throw a punch, instead of his noisy coworker he found a hooded mare with half her face obscured by a mask, leaving only her muzzle and cheeks visible. “Can I help you?” He asked, still annoyed but relaxing his muscles.

“Are you Swift Strike?” She asked.

“Who wants to know?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in annoyance. “I was in the middle of something important. This better be worth my damn time.”

She giggled innocently. “I can assure it is, lucky stallion!” Before he could ask what she meant by that, she pulled an envelope along with a small and thin squared plastic thing. “Sweetie Belle asked me to give this to you in person.”

At the mention of her beloved, Swift’s annoyance was forgotten and replaced with elation. “S-S-Sweetie Belle, the Sweetie Belle sent you to give me this?” He asked, grabbing the offered goods with trembling hands.

“Quite so, Swift Strike,” she eyed him up and down. “Wow, look at you. She was absolutely right when she told me you struck her fancy~ Look at those muscles, that mane, and those charming yellow eyes, rrraaawrrr~” she teased, gently touching his solid pecs, biceps, and abs. “Well, I gotta fly. Be sure to read that letter and follow her instructions, okay?”

“Wait!” He called out. “W-Why didn’t she come out here herself? What’s inside this letter?” He asked, sweating and smiling like an idiot.

“Sweetie Belle is a very busy mare, I’m sure you know that well,” she said with a warm, friendly smile. “She wanted to come and meet you herself but her upcoming show didn’t let her. She told me ‘I can’t hide my feelings anymore. I’ve seen him adore me from afar and I think he’s never gotten the hint when I wink or show off to him. I perform for him. I’m in love with that wonderful stallion, Swift Strike, and I can’t wait any longer. Give him this letter and this pass,’” she said, putting her best Sweetie Belle impression and a fairly convincing one depicting a love-struck filly. “And that’s why I’m here. As for the secrecy? Well, duh! She has to be careful about coming out in a relationship. Honestly, I thought a stallion as handsome as you would have the brains to match,” she said with some disappointment.

Swift Strike backed up. “I-I knew that, honest! I was just curious but man, I… I can’t believe this is happening! But you know, it all makes sense now. I think I’m the only one that has a kissed autograph and she has always looked at me when she’s on stage,” he sighed happily. “Thank you, miss?”

She waved a hand dismissively. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you my name nor show you my face for security reasons. But I’m a close friend of Sweetie Belle and her most trusted confidant. She sent me to deliver you, the love of her life and the one stallion that won her heart, this important letter, and an exclusive pass to meet her before her show begins tomorrow. Please, do not let her down. I don’t know how my dear friend’s performance will be without your presence. It might even crush her heart and end up causing a scene or a disaster! Her reputation would be tarnished forever. Please, Swift Strike, read that letter and meet her,” with that said, she bowed and flew away.

Now alone, Swift Strike nearly fell back, stumbling on his feet. He managed to keep his composure and ran back into his home, locking the door in the process before returning to his temple dedicated to his goddess. He sniffed the letter, finding it was lightly scented with the brand of perfume she used and promoted. Swallowing a ball of spit in his throat, he delicately opened the letter and began to read it.

Tears swelled up in his eyes and a wide, toothy smile made itself present as he gently folded the letter, holding it as if it was a holy artifact. “I will, my beloved Sweetie Belle. My love. My mare. I will go to you and embrace you!”

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Landing on an inconspicuous alley after an hour of flying, the hooded mare removed her hood, the jacket she’d been using, the mask, and removed her fake beauty marks. Wrapped them all up and tossed them into a dumpster. From a concealed storage next to the dumpster she pulled a bottle and matches. She poured the contents of the bottle into the dumpster and then lit a match, throwing it inside. The fire consumed her disguise in seconds, reducing it to cinders and gooey paste. She watched over the fire until it was all gone, then she walked away.

From there, the pink-skinned mare walked for several more minutes until she made her way to a fancy apartment complex. Pulling a card from her tuxedo, the guards outside stepped aside to let her through the gates. It took her mere moments to arrive at her destination where she passed another security card to unlock the door.

“While I prefer your fancy and secure mansion, this apartment isn’t too shabby either, Diamond Tiara.” The mare said in a friendly tone.

“Shove it, Glow. Is it done?” Diamond Tiara questioned while going through a few papers regarding her latest role in a movie.

“Done, delivered, and set. It was way harder than I thought to find that bastard, but I did it,” Cozy Glow shivered. “That nasty fuck should know showers were invented for a reason. I nearly poked when he opened the door; it was like smelling a field of chronic masturbators happily jerking into the sunset,” she complained before flopping into a couch and making herself comfortable. “How did you even hear about that crazy bastard?”

“I have my means, Cozy,” Diamond Tiara replied. “You may be a conniving, manipulative, scheming bitch-”

“And here I thought you didn’t care!” Cozy mocked.

“-but I’m a gossiper and there’s no secret I won’t discover in due time,” she ended with a groan before handing the papers she was reading to Silver Spoon. “Tell Silverquill that if he thinks my talents are to be wasted on a supporting character then he can shove this offer up his ass. Politely, of course. That reminds me, how are things looking for the concert next week in Baltimare?”

Silver accepted papers before replying. “Of course, DT. Tickets are almost sold out. Maybe we’ll have a packed audience.”

Diamond Tiara nodded, smiling with pride. That smile soon faltered and died, her pride turning into boiling hatred. “Almost two months announcing this concert along with the upcoming ones. Two months and tickets may sell-out in the next few days. The tickets for Sweetie Belle’s previous concert sold-out in the first week after the announcement was made and it was only a month before the actual show,” she fumed with rage. “That fan-boy better fuck her up for all the trouble I went through writing that fucking letter.”

“Sorry, princess, I wrote that crap, you merely spat out the words,” Cozy interrupted. “Question though, what are you trying to accomplish with this plan of yours? How is that going to help out getting rid of that annoying tick from your way when tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber couldn’t?” She chuckled. “Gotta give it to that guy, though. Here I thought I’d be finding an overweight, disgusting pig but I stumbled into a Royal Guard level stud. Too bad he’s crazy for that fat cow,” she said whilst cupping her B-cup breasts. “Might’ve made for a nice boy toy for a while. Eh, who cares?”

“He’s a stalker. I asked around a few forums until I found what I needed: him. Typical idiot that sees a mare as an object to adore and obsess about, thinking anything without a dick owes them love and their bodies. This one knows what he’s doing and has a compilation of poems dedicated to that bitch,” Diamond snorted in disgust.

“And it’s all cringy-ass crap about true love, how they are destined to be together, how she’s going to be the mother of his foals, and all that,” Cozy added, dismissively waving a hand in irritation. “I ask again, what are you hoping to achieve using that guy?”

“At worst, he’ll ruin her show and shame her on stage. At best, he’ll go into a fucking frenzy and hit her,” she chuckled darkly. “He’ll maybe even break something or ruin her pretty perfect face or kill her outright,” she breathed out as she imagined the scenarios. “But that’s hoping for too much. I hope he ends up raping her.”

“Shit, I fucking love you, Tiara,” Cozy laughed. “You’re exactly my kind of ruthless bitch. Not like my previous pansy-ass boss.”

“What if he fails and they find the letter? Won’t the authorities verify it’s forged and somehow trace it back to you and, through you, to Diamond Tiara?” Silver Spoon asked, frowning heavily as she stood protectively alongside the earth pony diva.

Cozy Glow stood up and began to strip. “Fail or victory, they’re going to find the letter, but no worries. It’s not the first time I’ve done that kind of stuff. I can forge signatures and written patterns like no other. How do you think I got my previous boss into jail and cleaned his accounts dry and got away scot-free?” She finished by dropping her panties. “I’ll go take a shower. Have fun~”

The duo waited until they heard the water running before sighing. “Why do you keep her around? Snips is an ambitious rascal and is totally into you, DT. Him I can understand why you’d keep around to do your dirty work since he won’t give up until he gets his ‘reward’,” Silver applied as much sarcasm as she could to the last word. “And Snails? That stupid colt can’t tell the difference between a shoe and a sock, but at least he’s loyal and easily manipulated,” she sighed again. Forcing Diamond Tiara’s chair to rotate until the pink-skinned mare was looking at her, she stopped her and sat on her lap, reaching out to kiss her lips.

Diamond Tiara returned the kiss with passionate enthusiasm. They made-out for a few minutes, not wanting to delve too deeply into their urges so soon. Breaking off, Silver Spoon pulled back, her eyes reflecting worry and uneasiness alongside the love she held for her marefriend.

“Cozy may be a bitch, but that’s precisely why I like her,” Diamond smiled. “Not the way I like you, Spoony, but I like her because she’s a useful tool and knows how to get the things I need get done,” kissing her marefriend’s chin, she continued. “But that’s not why you’re worried, now is it?”

“...Do we really have to take such lengths to get Sweetie out of your way?” Silver asked.

“Spoony, please, not this again,” Diamond sighed, almost begging.

“No. I’m not trying to stop you this time,” Silver said, immediately gaining her marefriend's attention again. “I know you won’t stop until Sweetie Belle is out of the picture,” she waited for a moment to see if Diamond would say anything. As silence met her, she took it as her key to continue. “I also want her out of the way. You deserve everything you want, DT. You have more talent, you’re more beautiful, you have class, education, a prestigious family, wealth to back you up, and the strength to stand at the top,” she huffed. “Sweetie Belle is where she is thanks to Rarity and how much of a slut she is parading her body like a common whore.”

Diamond Tiara playfully slapped her marefriend. “Every diva does it, love. You sure as Tartarus don’t complain when I dress up for you… or undress, for that matter,” they kissed again, their breasts pressing tightly until no space was left between each other. “Unless you think I’m a whore, too?”

“I would never think of you at her level, DT.” She kissed her neck. “But as much as I dislike her… I don’t wish her any harm. The spotlight plan was good until you changed it last second. It was supposed to scare her, not to be a murder attempt! DT, I… I love you, you know that. But… don’t you think you’re taking this a little too far?”

“A little too far?” Diamond pushed her lover beach, frowning but not at her; her gaze was lost, looking at nothing while her mind focused on past events. “She’s the one that upstaged me during the auditions. I won, fair and square. I had to BEG my mother to not bribe the judges or rile up the audience! I wanted to show my daddy I could win on my own, and I did! But then than bitch of Sweetie Belle comes along, gets third place, and weeks later she’s taking private lessons from Sapphire Shores, Coloratura, and Songbird Serenade. And once my lessons ended, they kept teaching her! They even brought her to Fleur de Lis to learn about modeling and dozens of other important ponies!” She snarled. “Ponies that I should’ve met, not her!”

“And what’s worse!? She goes on and on and on upstaging me on every turn, on every casting, on every competition! Always, always stealing victory away from my hands… everything that should be rightfully mine. That… that no-pony bitch that leeches on the fame and connections of her big sister to gain fame! E-Even the Princesses have praised her talent! NO! I want her gone. We’ve done it your way, Spoony, and it failed. Creating rumors, trying to form scandals around her, everything possible to scare her away has failed. Personally? I don’t care if she dies, breaks a leg, falls off the stairs and breaks her neck, or gets tired of her charade! I want her gone! I want her out of my life and out of my way, I don’t care how! But if I can make her suffer, then all the better! I wish Swift Strike ends up raping her and puts a fucking foal in her stinking womb! I hope that’ll traumatize her enough to never step on a stage again! I… I just want her gone, Spoony… I want her gone…”

Silver Spoon looked at her marefriend’s face, where anger and hatred had risen only to slowly give way to frustration and repressed sadness. Leaning forth, she kissed her nose and then her lips, running her thumbs on her soft skin to clean away the tears that had fallen from her eyes. “I want her out of the way too, Tiara,” she whispered to her, letting her hands grab her ass as she clung to her for comfort and love. “But I don’t want you doing something you’ll regret in the long run. I… I won’t do anything this time. But you have to promise that if this somehow fails, be it he gets caught or chickens out at the last moment, you won’t try to kill or maim Sweetie Belle, okay? I don’t care what happens to her, but violence for the sake of violence, wanting to bring harm to others blindly like that… that’s not the way you should go. Please, promise me you won’t try to kill her.”

Diamond Tiara looked into the violet eyes of her lover, the only pony outside of her parents who had stood at her side through everything and supported her in every way she could. She stared into them for several long moments until she finally nodded. “I promise, I won’t try to kill Sweetie Belle if this fails, Spoony.”

Silver Spoon smiled before kissing her marefriend with all the love she could muster. The sadness and frustration melted away from the diva’s body, carried away by the touch and lips of her beloved marefriend. Their renewed make-out session grew in passion and flame, both of them needy for each other’s embrace. It didn’t take more than a few minutes of steamy exchange of oral fluids, whispers of love, moans, and nipping lips for them to forgo the lush chair they were using in favor of moving to the ample bed. Their clothes fell all over the place, ripped away, torn aside, or simply removed. It didn’t matter to them once they laid on the ample bed.

“Make love to me, please. Make me feel loved, Spoony,” Diamond Tiara begged, her usual controlling demeanor put aside for the time being.

Silver Spoon didn’t waste any time to fulfill her request. Lifting one of her legs and resting it on her left shoulder, pressing her bare pussy against Diamond Tiara’s wanting lips. She soon began to move back and forth, rubbing their lower lips together as their wetness eased up the friction allowing them to go faster and harder. But neither wanted pure sexual release at that moment. The option was discarded and thrown away. Their pace was faster than a sensual love-making session but much slower than raw indulgence seeking only pleasure.

The two mares moaned and gasped while their nethers conjoined and rubbed against each other; staining their nethers with their flowing juices. All the while they were making love, they never stopped looking into each other’s eyes, finding ever greater height in the love they have fostered over the years starting as friends and now standing as lovers.

Diamond reached with both hands, one landing on Silver’s waist and the other on one of her boobs, squeezing it firmly. For her part, her silver-haired marefriend dug her fingers into the flesh of her thigh while she kissed her pink flesh as the lovemaking carried on. This went on for several minutes with little changes happening except going slower or faster at times or by pressing down against their nethers harder; too drunk to care about the pleasure of the flesh when they were drinking the pleasure of having each other and being in love.

“Love you. I love you, Tiara!” Silver Spoon moaned as she increased the speed of her movements as well as the angle of them, now trying to rub their pearls together for increased pleasure.

“And I love you, Spoony!” Diamond called back, trying her best to not close her eyes as her orgasm approached.

“AAAAhhhhhhhh!” Both girls moaned loudly as their climaxes arrived. A short-lived fountain of their nectar flowed from their joined crotches, staining them and the bedsheets below them. Letting go of her leg, Silver Spoon leaned forth to rest next to her marefriend.

Diamond Tiara was quick to move and snuggle up to her lover. Their legs interlocked and they held hands. For a true moment of bliss, every worry and every stressful thought was absent from her mind. All she wanted to do was relish in the feeling of being next to her marefriend, her best friend, the only pony she could trust with her life without a doubt and who would accept her completely.

I’ll make this peace last… this is what we deserve. And once Sweetie Belle is out of the way, I’ll finally be at the top where I belong, and without her to tarnish our happiness with her existence, Diamond thought as she hugged a panting Silver Spoon close.

“Great, I go take a shower to cleanse myself from the murk of that creep and I miss out on a good fucking? My luck must be shit today,” Cozy Glow complained as she stepped out of the bathroom, her body dry but in the nude. “Room for one more?”

“Take the couch, Glow. Can’t you see we’re having a moment here?” Diamond said back, not wanting to get angry and ruin her peace.

Cozy Glow merely laughed as she hopped on the couch.

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-Later at Sweetie Belle’s Concert-

“Halt. You’re not allowed to enter past this point,” a buff member of the security staff said as he blocked the entrance to the backstage.

“It’s alright, sir. Take a look at this,” Swift Strike said sure without fear or nervousness. Lifting the pass hanging from his neck, he presented it to the guard. “See?”

The guard examined it for several long moments before picking up his radio. “I have an X-33 here. Need confirmation,” tapping into the earpiece on his left, he waited a few moments before stepping aside. “You may pass, but the show is about to start. I advise heading to the private booth immediately, good sir.”

“Thank you!” Swift replied, smugly walking past the guard whilst many other fans looked on at him in envy, muttering under their breaths. As he made his way backstage, he could see other security members inspecting things, technicians making sure all the equipment was working, roadies carrying last-minute packages back and forth, and finally he saw Sweetie Belle’s backup dancers and musicians getting ready to take their positions on stage. He could also faintly hear the voice of the announcer on stage railing up the audience as the show was about to begin.

But there was no sign of his beloved anywhere.

“Come on, where are you, Sweetie Belle?” He muttered happily, almost floating with each step he took. He pulled out the lovely letter of his beloved, his true love, soon-to-be marefriend, and future wife. He sniffed it again, pressing it hard against his snout as he fantasized for the umpteenth about their future together, living in absolute luxury without a care in the world, with her at his side, and having the honor of being her husband. He could hardly wait to see the faces of all his stupid coworkers and all of those ungrateful, lesser stallions lusting after his mare when he’d come on stage alongside her, presenting him as her coltfriend and fiancee.

Red lights went off without a sound and everypony hurried off, going there and back until he was left alone in the obscured hallways seconds later the lights came back to normal. He knew what that was though it was the first time he’d seen it in person. The show was mere minutes away from starting, maybe less, as he had yet to encounter his diva. “Come on, Swift Strike, you can’t fail her. If she goes upstage without seeing me her performance will be a disaster! Where are you, my love?” He muttered to himself as he resumed his journey.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to search for long. A door opened up revealing Sweetie Belle walking out of it. Before he could run-up to her or shout out, he saw her step aside to let a dragon walk out of her dressing room straightening a vest and putting on some sort of badge or piece of equipment on it. From where he stood, they couldn’t see him but he could see them perfectly and hear them.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Spike? I only asked you in the heat of the moment… I didn’t think you’d agree,” she said, holding one of his hands tightly.

“I practically put you on this path back then, didn’t I? Seems only fair to stick by your side now that you need me. Besides, I already asked and they said I could do it. Twilight knows this is only temporary until we find out who’s behind it and gave me her blessings. And mom? I don’t know why she’s giddy when I told her… then again, she always knows something we don’t. At any rate, this is the least I could do for you, Sweets.”

SWEETS!? How dare he talk to MY Sweetie Belle like that!? And… and is her tail wagging? Why is her tail wagging!? Why is she blushing!? Swift Strike thought as anger rose within his belly and mixed with confusion at seeing his beloved acting so friendly towards another stallion and not even another pony at that.

“You’re too nice, Spike.” She giggled.

“Says the mare named ‘Sweetie’, Sweets,” he replied before placing a hand on her shoulder. “Now go out there and give them a show. I’ll keep an eye open.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “With you here with me, I’ll be sure to give my best! Don’t just focus on just your job, though. Make sure to come up and see me!”

“Only after I’ve done my job, Sweets,” he replied, smiling at her warmly.

Swift Strike stared for several moments at the dragon trying to steal his mare away smiling at her with affection. The worst part was that his beloved Sweetie Belle was not only returning the smile but also staring into his eyes while she blushed like a school filly. Then, she took a step forward, lifted his hand, and nestled in between her breasts.

“With you by my side, I know nothing will be able to harm me, Spike,” then, she kissed his cheek and ran off. Once she was a few meters away, she struck a pose for him. “Finish up quickly!” Then, she was off again. Seconds later the crowd roared as she entered the stage.

Swift Strike watched the dragon’s blush disappear and shake his head, mutter something under his breath, chuckle, and finally go the other direction. He could feel his heart crumbling, shattered by what his true love had done to him. Crumbling and tossing the letter aside, he let out a single laugh. “It was all a joke, eh? A big fucking joke. Well, two can play at that game, Sweetie Belle,” he smirked and eyed her room. For a moment it occurred to him to enter, hide, and wait for her there and then take what rightfully belonged to him after being backstabbed so cruelly by the love of his life. But that wouldn’t suffice, oh no, not at all.

“I won’t let you get away with it. You won’t use the love of another stallion only to laugh at their faces, you cruel, conniving, lying bitch,” pulling a switchblade from a concealed pocket, he advanced once the dragon was out of sight. “We could’ve been happy together, Sweetie Belle. But you just had to backstab me like that, eh? Betray our love and our future just to get a little laugh. Well, guess what? If you won’t be at my side, no one else will!” He then started chuckling, slowly making his way to the side private booth reserved for lucky winners or guests to watch the show up-close.

He saw two other mares sitting there and recognized them as the other Cutie Mark Crusaders, the closest friends of Sweetie Belle. Walking past the booth, he stood at the edge of the stage, barely concealed by a curtain while Sweetie Belle talked to the audience.

“-to reassure all of you that the incident that happened a few days ago was an accident thanks to a faulty screw. We’ve made sure that such a thing won’t happen again! Now, who’s ready to siiiiiiiing~?” She chanted hitting a high, melodious tone. The crowd went wild, chanting her name, her nickname, and various promises of love and admiration towards her.

Swift Strike waited for the perfect moment to strike. It only took a few moments for Sweetie Belle to part her legs and lean her forward a bit, her usual pose for one of her titular songs ‘The Mark In Me’. He smiled knowing what was about to happen and clutched the handle of his switchblade tightly. The lights dimmed to almost complete obscurity as a single spotlight illuminated the diva as the music began to play. Knowing this was his best chance, he charged directly against her with murderous fury in his eyes. He didn’t cry out or announced his presence but Sweetie Belle noticed him when he was scant meters away from her and he could see her confused expression.

“DIE, BITCH!” He shouted with all his might, striking forth with his switchblade.

Just then, a burst of green fire appeared in front of him and the next thing he knew was pain at the back of his head and that he was somehow pressed against the floor, withheld by something strong and heavy above him. He tried to squirm away but one of his legs was being pulled back, his right arm was on his back, painfully twisted and kept there, and a knee was pressing him down just below his neck.

“L-Let me go! She deserves it! That bitch deserves it for lying to me! We’re in love! IN LOVE! And she betrayed me! She deserves to die!” He cried out as he tried to free himself from his captor’s hold but it was futile.

The music died and the lights came back to life to illuminate what was happening.

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Spike forced the stallion to stand whilst maintaining a tight grip on him. It only took a few moments for the security forces to arrive and bound the would-be murderer. Once properly bound and still spouting his ludicrous claims of how he and Sweetie Belle were in love and that she deserved to die for betraying him, he examined him and was surprised to see what he found. He took his wallet, his cellphone, the crumbled letter he was holding, and his VIP backstage pass. He left the switchblade on the ground in the meantime.

“Take him back and gag him, make sure to call the Royal Guards for this one,” he ordered and the security personnel nodded, dragging the stallion away. He stored all the contents in his pockets except for the letter. Opening it, he read it quickly.

‘To: Swift Strike, my beloved. From: Sweetie Belle, your loving mare.

My love, I cannot wait any longer. I’ve seen you in my shows, doing lines, and eagerly watching me. I must confess, I’ve done the same. My love, I’ve noticed your eyes from the very first moment and I’ve fallen irreparably in love with you. I have no words to express my love for you so I do it with my body. I dance for you, I perform for you; you are my one and only motivation. I beg of you, come to me on Friday to my latest performance and seek me. It is time the world knows about our love and for me to give you the life you deserve at my side. I shall present you to all my fans, I will let them know who owns me: heart, soul, and body.

With love, Sweetie Belle.’

This is obviously fake. That’s her handwriting, but Sweetie would never do something so stupid or cruel to anyone. Someone’s behind all of this, but who? He thought, squinting his eyes at the letter. Folding it, he put it in his pocket with the other things. He then picked up the microphone Sweetie had dropped and cleared his throat. He glanced at her and she nodded at him, smiling sweetly all the while.

“Attention everycreature, you’ve all seen what happened but let me assure you, this was planned to capture the stalker. Everything is in order. We will call the Royal Guard to handle him and resume the show in due time. Please, be patient.” Murmurs erupted and he could hear some questioning his words, others grateful nothing bad happened, and many more he couldn’t decipher. But one voice was louder than all the others.

“Wait, aren’t you Spike? As in, Prince Spike? What are you doing here? Was that stallion such a threat!?” A stallion asked.

“I am Prince Spike, yes. However, I’m not a Prince right now. I am simply a friend trying to protect a cherished long-lasting friend,” he glanced at Sweetie Belle again and winked, making her blush and look flustered for some reason. “As of today, I’m acting as her chief of security and personal bodyguard.”

Part 1 - Act 2 End

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!