Belle’s Guardian Prince

Act 2 - Electric Entanglement - Part 3

“Do you really have to go?” Sweetie Belle asked while hugging Spike tightly. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were also part of the pile along with half a dozen other mares brought together for the same reason.

“Sorry, guys, but it’s something I want and have to do, for my sake,” Spike replied, doing his best to return all the hugs he was receiving. “I promise I’ll come to visit whenever I get the chance!”

His words were of little comfort to the ten mares tightly piled around him. Some were nuzzling him, others gave him kisses, and a couple of them, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, were crying silently.

“You better get your scaly behind here soon, you hear!?” Rainbow Dash barked as she tried to fight back tears from forming in her eyes.

“We’re going to miss you Spikeeeeey-Wiiikeeee-he-he-heeeeeey!” Rarity cried melodramatically, unable to contain her tears any longer.

“And I’m going to miss you all. I promise I’ll be back in a few months after boot camp,” Spike said before looking directly into Sweetie Belle’s eyes. “Hey, Sweetie, you can- BEEP BEEP BEEP!”

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Sweetie Belle’s eyes opened and for a moment considered destroying her clock, then go out to destroy every company that manufactured them, and finally go hunt down the madpony who invented those wretched things in the first place.

Like every morning, her murderous fantasy died off a few seconds after lying in bed, reasoning the effort would be too great for her to achieve and decide to spare their lives one more day. Raising a hand, she slammed the alarm clock, ungently so, and the noise finally ended.

“Had a nice sleep?” Spike asked.

“Shut up. Too early. Sleeeeep calls me,” Sweetie replied as she wrapped herself into a nice burrito. “How can you be so early and chirpy every Tirek-damned morning? You used to sleep like lead and do those tiny little cute snores.”

“Oh, trust me, Sweets. I’d rather be sleeping right now, but I have a job to do which, incidentally, now entails me to make sure you get up from the bed and get ready for your work,” he replied, smirking.

“You’re fired. Go sleep on the couch and let me sleep again,” she replied, annoyed.

“Do you know what’s funny? I always thought you to be a morning pony, Sweets. Coffee?” He asked, getting up from his chair.

“Extra black, please,” after letting out a yawn, she continued. “Where are the girls? Where’s Pip?”

“Pip’s already up and working on tonight’s event. Bloom and Scoots are taking a shower, should be out any moment and that’s why I’m here,” he replied with a smile. “Oh, that reminds me. Thorax sent me his reply. He agreed to send two of his best Shapeshifters to work under my orders. Their names are Yog and Skiak, but for security measures, I won’t tell anyone who they are, not even you, Sweets. But don’t worry, they’ll find out if there are any moles among the rest of the staff and act as another line of defense to prevent infiltrations.”

“Too early for work. Coffee, please!” Sweetie cried, rolling from side to side in exasperation. “I hate mornings.”

“Only until you drink your coffee, apparently,” Spike chuckled before leaving the room to give her and her friends some privacy. Scant seconds after closing the door, the bathroom door opened to reveal Apple Bloom and Scootaloo wearing towels and being half-dry already.

“Finally awake, are you? What, did it take a kiss from Prince Charming to finally get you up?” Scootaloo teased as she did kissy noises.

“Heh, I wish,” muttered Sweetie Belle, too weak for her friends to hear. “If by Prince Charming you mean my annoying alarm clock, then yes and you can take him with you if you want.”

“Yah wouldn’t last a week back at the farm. We wake the rooster up!” Apple Bloom said with great pride.

“Earth Pony stamina sure is something,” Scootaloo agreed. “So, morning-gremlin, what were you mumbling about earlier? Sounded like you were having a pretty nice dream.”

“Not dreaming. Remembering. Back when Spike left Ponyville to enter the Guard Academy,” Sweetie Belle replied, still wrapped tightly by her blanket.

“I remember that. Everypony was pretty darn sad to see him go, but hey, he kept his promise and came back for a visit whenever he could!” Apple Bloom exclaimed.

“Yeah, but I almost never saw him because I was learning how to be a diva like my teachers,” she moped, slowly unfurling while her friends removed her towels and began to dry themselves completely. “I hate mornings so much.”

“Yeah, we know, but it looks like you’re out of the ‘Murder the Sun’ phase,” Scootaloo agreed. Searching through her things, she quickly put on a pair of panties and a sports bra. Apple Bloom followed suit shortly after and soon the three mares were sitting at the edge of the bed. “Do you think Spike will be able to catch whoever is behind your attacks?”

Sweetie Belle stared at the floor for a moment, her expression serious, impassive. “I don’t know. I trust him with my life. He promised he’d do anything in his power to help me and catch the one behind it all, but not even he is sure he’ll be able to do it,” smiling and blushing, she continued. “It makes me all fuzzy inside to know he’s willing to protect me the same way he’d protect any of you or his friends.”

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo exchanged a quick glance and smirked.

“Spike and Sweetie--

“Utter one more word and so help me I’ll cut your tongues out myself!” Sweetie, through a vibrant red blush, threatened her friends. As luck would have it, Spike opened the door at that moment, entering with a tray holding four cups.

“One for you. One for you. One for me. And extra black for you,” he said at the same time he gave everyone their respective cups. He sat on his chair, relaxing as he watched his friends smelling and sipping contently at their coffee’s, except for Sweetie Belle. The mare drank half the contents of the steaming-hot beverage as if it was lukewarm water in one go. She let out a sigh, shuddered, and then drank the rest. When she was finished, a flipped was switched within her, and she visibly brightened up. “You’re just like Twilight when it comes to coffee.”

“Can you blame me? Mornings are always my least favorite time of the day,” Sweetie crossed her arms while her two fellow Crusaders giggled at her antics. “I used to think coffee was yucky, now I can’t start my day without a cup.”

“Or go to a party without trying to embarrass yourself,” Scootaloo added with a deadpanned expression. “Seriously, why do you insist on drinking if you know it makes you act stupid?”

“But booze is soooo good and tasty!” Sweetie whined.

“And yer also a lightweight, Sweets. Luckily for you, we’ll make sure to keep you from embarrassing yourself too much,” Apple Bloom added. Taking another long sip out of her coffee, she looked at Spike, the dragon not bothering to hide his pleased expression. An idea sprung in her mind and got to work. “Hey, Sweetie, why don’t you and Spike go and take a bath?”

Sweetie Belle blushed fiercely and Spike raised a scaly eyebrow. “Really, Bloom? You’re trying to use that against us? Do I need to remind you I used to take regular showers and spa days and watch the girls, which include your sisters, naked half of the time?”

“So you’re immune to our feminine charms, Spikey?” Scootaloo said sultrily, teasingly groping her bra-clad breasts and caressing her flat belly and thin hips.

“Nope,” after taking a sip out of his coffee, he continued. “I’m a straight dragon and a hopeless romantic. I see beauty in almost everything. And trust you me, I love seeing up and close the beauty of mares, gaaaawwwwrrrr,” he let out a playful growl. “I just know how to keep my desires and fantasies well hidden.”

Intrigued, Apple Bloom drank the rest of her drink and leaned to the side, striking a sexy pose. “What sort of fantasies, Spike?”

“Wouldn’t you want to know~?” He replied, licking his lips.

“Could you please not!?” Sweetie interrupted, blushing madly. “If you want to do it, then please don’t do it in my room! I’m taking a shower now!” She exclaimed, jumping out of her bed, nearly stumbling a few times thanks to the sheets, but finally making it into the bathroom.

“Need a hand, Sweets?” Spike asked.

“Hmph!” She scoffed and shut the door while her friends laughed.

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In Diamond Tiara’s mansion, the morning lights of the sunrise were not as gentle.

“I’m pleasantly surprised you actually managed to hold out, Cozy. You’re every bit the tough bitch I gave you credit for,” Diamond Tiara said, ending with a chuckle. “Well, I am a mare of my word, so, you’ve earned your way into my bed for two weeks, aren’t you just oh so lucky?”

Cozy Glow didn’t reply outside a glare.

“That fiery look in your eyes is ever so enticing, Cozy. How about we put it down?” With that said, the pink-skinned diva turned the dial-up for a scant moment, making Cozy’s body shake as a new and powerful surge of electricity coursed through her body. She smiled, savoring the torment she was inflicting on the pegasus in the same way she’d enjoy a glass of fine wine.

“Come on, DT, let her out,” Silver Spoon called, reaching a hand to touch her marefriend’s shoulder. “It stopped being funny a while ago. Now, this is just sad and boring.”

“Not until she begs me to stop, crawls over to me, and licks my feet. Only then I’ll know she learned her lesson,” Diamond Tiara replied, glaring and smirking smugly at the bound mare. Cutting off the power, she didn’t bother to stifle a laugh when Cozy went through climax number unknown. Approaching the sleep-deprived, weak, sore, but still defiant and unbroken mare, she removed her gag and took a step back. “How about it, Cozy? Do you feel like begging yet?”

It took her almost a minute to catch her breath after coughing and drooling for several seconds. Looking up at her captor, Cozy Glow moved around her sore, aching jaw and made the joints pop much to her satisfaction.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon took an involuntary step back when they saw Cozy Glow’s eyes and her expression. They were expecting rage, anger, maybe even resentment or hatred. They were not expecting a smiling, cocky, daring Cozy Glow as she replied.

“That’s the one thing I absolutely love about you, Diamond Tiara. The gloating. The perversion. The unrepentant superiority aura you carry around you. You think you’re the brightest star in the sky and that the world revolves around you. Yet, you’re not stupid to actually believe so. You’re clever, intelligent,” her smile widened and both earth ponies could’ve sworn her eyes turned red for a moment. “Cruel, sadistic, and the biggest fucking cunt I’ve ever met without looking into a mirror,” she moaned, delighting in her words. “You’re the kind of pony that would first destroy the throne you wish to sit upon than let anypony else sit on it. And I looooove you for it,” her smile dropped and her expression turned fierce, unshaken. “But if you think I’m going to beg for anything, you have another thing coming your way.”

Diamond Tiara stared at the captured mare for a moment before a blush appeared on her cheeks and a wide, vile smile formed on her lips. “It seems my little bitch has more of a fight on her than I realized, perhaps a whole night wasn’t enough. Let’s see how you like it staying a full week in here, Cozy.”

“Are you really going to leave me here for that long, Tiara? Who would run your petty little schemes for you? Those two buffoons? Some unreliable third-party? No, no, no. You can’t afford that luxury. After all, that piece of shit dragon is going to be on your trail now. Even if he manages to track down what happened to the VIP access tickets, he won’t be able to do much with that. Are you willing to let your best mare rot down here?” Cozy asked in a playful, taunting tone whilst raising an eyebrow.

“Do you really think that?” Diamond Tiara scoffed, spitting at Cozy’s feet. “Then you’re even more full of shit than I thought! My best mare is right here with me,” she said, waving a hand at Silver Spoon’s direction. “You’re a goon, a henchmare, and the underhanded, slimy, sweet-talking, manipulative slut that does my dirty work for me, Glow. Nothing more. That I can elevate you to being my favorite toy is something you’re earning, but don’t ever think you’re not something I can’t discard whenever the fuck I want,” she said with poison dripping from her words.

Cozy Glow shuddered, but not in fear. Chuckling to herself, her expression softened and now she looked pleading. “Pretty please, my mistress, please don’t leave me in this scary place alone! I promise I’ll be a good little filly from now on, with sugar on top and kisses!” Moment reigned for a moment, and then she burst out laughing. “Am I sincere enough for you?”

“You’re such an insufferable bitch!” Silver Spoon groaned.

“Thanks, I try my best,” Cozy Glow mockingly replied.

“Good try, but half-hearted pretty words won’t cut it. You need to mean it if you want me to consider letting you out, Glow,” Diamond Tiara replied with a sadistic glare.

“...Holy shit, you’re serious…,” Cozy Glow muttered, her smug smile dropping a tiny bit, but only because it amused her. “Well, go fuck yourself. Or better yet, go fuck your marefriend over there. I’ll first die before having to grovel to anyone for anything. So, go ahead, leave me here and lose your greatest weapon against Cuntie Belle. At least I’ll have a fucking riot watching you fail over and over again.”

In response, Diamond Tiara turned the electricity to the maximum setting.

“FFFFFFFFFFFFJJJ-UUUU-UULLLLLCCCC-KKKKKKKK!” Cozy Glow shouted as the new surge of the now familiar electric pain and pleasure struck her. After a few moments, it ended and Cozy coughed violently. “FUCK!” She coughed again, reeling back tiredly. “I’m going to enjoy rocking your tits and slapping that big, fucking aaAAAAHHH!” Another surge of pain and pleasure made her muscles cramp on their own for a few seconds before dying again.

Before she could regain her senses, the electricity returned, but unlike the previous times, it didn’t stop. It kept going, swimming across her whole body starting from her most sensitive parts and spread all over her figure. Her wings felt like she was being plucked with a red-hot clipper, her bones were replaced with hot lava, and nails were digging up her joints and even through her fingertips. Pleasure was quickly and violently murdered and only pain remained. Minutes, hours, eons. She didn’t know how much time it passed, how could she distinguish the passing of time when she couldn’t even focus on breathing?

Even her anger was breaking, shattering… faltering. The pain was too much, too great for her to handle indefinitely. Less so now that she was under the lacking mercy of her employer.

“P-PLEASE!” She managed to shout through the pain. The electric pain diminished significantly but it didn’t stop. Compared to what she had endured so far, it was but a tickle, a soft, cruel caress; a reminder that the pain would come back at any moment. Looking up at Diamond Tiara, staring daggers into her eyes, she watched her face morph before her eyes until the face of Sweetie Belle remained. Blinking rapidly, Diamond Tiara’s face returned to normal.

Despite how much she loathed to admit defeat, she was tired, hungry, sore, and in need of sleep. Opting to swallow her pride just this once and save herself from more pain, Cozy’s eyes filled with tears, and began to speak. “P-Please, mistress, t-turn it off… I… I apologize for our--” a grunt and a slight increase on the electric output cut her off. “--my failure. I will never f-fail you again, I promise. Please, make it stop.”

Seconds stretched into eternity as the diva gave her a sick, twisted, lording glare. And then, the pain was gone. “Now, was that so hard to do, Glow?” She giggled. “Remember, slut, that I own you. I like you, I really do. But if you ever-,” her expression turned downright demonic as she closed the distance between them and forced the bound pegasus to look at her face. “-EVER think we’re in the same league or that you’re my equal. Do it, and I’ll make sure to toss your ass on a brothel and have you make money for me for the rest of your days. I am Diamond Tiara, the next and brightest Diva Equestria has ever seen, and you can either serve me and bask in my glory, or move aside and grovel in the dirt like the swine that you are.”

Letting her face go, she turned to Silver Spoon with a sweet, loving smile.

“Let’s untie her and then head up upstairs, Silvy. We have to prepare for tonight’s party,” she said and Silver Spoon nodded. They untied Cozy Glow and left her lying on the floor where she’d fallen onto. “I’ll leave the doors open, so crawl your way up however you can, Glow.”

Silver Spoon followed her marefriend closely, stopping only briefly to glance back at the pegasus. It was no secret she didn’t like her, but seeing her like that on the ground felt wrong to her. Shaking those thoughts aside, she left the mare alone.

For her part, Cozy Glow silently cried, refusing to give Diamond Tiara the satisfaction of seeing her shed tears. She had been humiliated, beaten down, and treated as if she was nothing more than a regular lower, a no-name pony. As she laid on the cold, uncaring ground, her need for sleep was forgotten and supplanted by an itch to get into a bathtub for a few hours after her treatment.

And it was all Sweetie Belle’s fault.

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“Here we are,” Spike announced right before the car came to a halt. Their driver unlocked the doors and he came out first. Behind their car, another one had followed. From it, six ponies came out, all part of Sweetie Belle’s security staff, now reformed under his leadership. Not a second later, the news reporters, paparazzi, and random fans crowded the scene. Thankfully for them, the planners for the event had the reason to make sure no one would get past the perimeter lines. Still, he wasn’t going to take any chances and ordered his staff to assume a squared formation around him.

Opening the door, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo came out. Despite how much Sweetie Belle wanted to bring them along as her friends, the party was more a social gathering than a regular party, so she couldn’t bring them without good reason. They wore tuxedos, vaguely imitating those of the security staff to give the impression of being two additional bodyguards. He couldn’t prevent a tiny smirk from forming as he saw how much they were enjoying themselves in those outfits.

Sweetie Belle followed suit. She was wearing a mid-thigh long dress with twisting colors of blue, pink, green, purple, and white making an exuberant but not gaudy piece of clothing. She also wore high-heels, a small purse, and next to no make-up. Upon her exit, the flashes from several cameras went wild and the voices of several creatures were heard asking questions or making comments.

They guided her into the building, ignoring the reporters as they pressed forth until they made it. Once inside, Spike turned to the staff. “Disperse, look for disturbances and report anything odd you may find. If nothing is found, you may go to the staff wing and relax,” the six ponies nodded and left to perform their orders.

He then turned to the hallway and began to walk, doing a simple hand gesture to signal his friends to follow him. They followed silently for a few seconds, but soon enough the faint voices of the crowd outside were drawn into a peaceful silence only to be replaced moments later by elegant music, not quite classical but not exactly energetic either. The more they approached the source of the music, the more at ease the three mares felt. Reaching two large doors, the security guards did a quite magical inspection of them, nodded, and opened the doors.

The room they entered was vast, elegant, and it was clear no expenses had been made in regards to its decoration, accommodation, and services provided. Guards stood on watch every few meters along the walls, some others were mingling with the guests, ignored as they attended to their duties. There were several waitresses and waiters also walking around and, of course, the charity panel at the end of the chamber. While it was a charity event in name, in reality, it was a time for up and coming celebrities, nobles, creatures of notice, and other notable figures to interact, talk, and make connections.

Whilst Apple Bloom and Scootaloo took a moment to admire the scenery, Spike and Sweetie Belle instantly spotted two familiar figures scant meters from them.

“Sweetie Belle, so glad you could make it, darling!” Fleur De Lis said happily, rushing over from her husband’s side to hug the aforementioned mare. “And Spike, look at you, such a handsome drake you are!”

“The pleasure is all ours, Miss Fleur,” Spike replied, doing a polite bow. “It is good to see you, too.”

“Oh, posh,” Fleur said, curling her lips together and blowing some air. “Drop the formalities, dearie.”

“Sorry, but I’m on the job right now. I have to look the part, don’t I?” Spike replied, now in a far more friendly, natural tone.

“I suppose so,” Fleur let go of Sweetie Belle and beamed at her. “Dear, I must know, is it true? I rarely listen to gossip, but I must know if some madpony is really after you.”

“It is,” Sweetie Belle replied, nodding to one of her former teachers and a mare she admired almost as much as Rarity. “The stallion that attacked me was set to do so by some...pony else,” she struggled to say, her ire palpable. “And likely, many of my accidents have been anything but.”

“How utterly revolting,” Fancy Pants said as he arrived. After exchanging a quick nod with Spike, he continued. “What kind of creature could fathom the idea of committing such heinous acts?”

“That is what we are trying to find out,” Spike answered. Giving the Crusaders a solemn look, he asked. “Will you be fine without me for a few minutes? There’s something I need to ask Sir Fancy Pants, if he obliges, of course.”

Fancy Pants nodded. “Absolutely, my dear boy. Fleur, would you mind giving Sweetie Belle and her friends some company?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Fleur giggled. “Come with me, we have much to talk about. You can even introduce me to your friends properly! Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, is it? Sweetie Belle has told me a lot of things about you!”

As the earth pony and the pegasus blushed and the four mares moved away, the dragon and the unicorn dropped their smiles and moved to a more secluded section.

“Is it really that bad, Spike?” Fancy Pants asked, his friendly and noble tone replaced by concern.

“I’m afraid so, Fancy. Thanks, again, for agreeing to help me investigate the Red Soltices,” Spike rubbed his chin and his eyes narrowed. “I’ve been able to play it off to them, making Sweetie understand she’s in real danger but not the… full extent of it. I hope that they aren’t the ones after her life.”

“Can you imagine the damage to their reputation and efforts if Miss Belle were to become the next great Diva of Equestria? While I’m sure they’d try everything in their power to prevent that, I’m not certain they would resort to that extreme. Nevertheless, I shall unveil all their little dirty secrets soon enough, Spike,” Fancy Pants promised.

“Thank you again, Fancy. Now, indulge me, my friend, what are your thoughts on this whole mess?”

“That you must tread carefully, Spike. The… passing of Miss Belle would be most unfortunate and heart wrenching. However, I doubt that whoever is capable of such boldness and going through such lengths without exposing themselves would stop now that you’ve stepped in between. Equestria cannot afford to lose you, not after becoming a Prince,” Fancy Pants said, removing his iconic monocle to polish it as he spoke.

“I know, and I’m not trying to throw my life away here. But I will not let Sweetie Belle alone now,” sighing, he looked around. “Is Rarity attending?”

“Sadly, no. She’s attending Hoity’s new Fashion Runway in Prance. The last time we saw her she was reassured that you stood next to her sister, much to everypony’s delight,” Fancy put his monocle back. “But I do have one piece of information that may cheer you up, my boy. Tell me, if this wretched being wishes to dispose of Miss Belle, why not hire a Professional?”

Spike thought about it for a moment, then his eyes widened. “Why go through so many hurdles and not simply get to it?” He snarled. “Ego,” Fancy nodded. “Then, was I wrong to assume whoever is behind it is doing it only to get her out of the way?”

“Not entirely, I believe. What I am certain of, is that you being involved now will make the misbegotten hooligan act more carefully, but not stop. Miss Belle is the ultimate prize and going through a Professional would rob the glory of doing it by hand. But, even so, be careful, Spike. We don’t know who or what we’re dealing with yet.”

“Noted.”

In another section of the chamber, Sweetie Belle and her companions were chatting happily with Fleur about nothing and everything, the older mare being polite enough to never mention the most recent incidents again; instead choosing to focus on some gossip and their personal struggles and achievements.

With all of them relaxing thanks to the company and the aid of a cup of wine in hand, they all allowed themselves to relax. Reason why they didn’t notice a mare approaching them.

“Sweetie Belle, is that really you?”

The new but familiar voice made them all turn to face its owner.

“Diamond Tiara!” Sweetie Belle greeted cheerfully, breaking off from her group to hug and exchange two traditional quick cheek smooches in greeting. “It’s so good to see you! I’ve heard that you managed to snag the premiere role in a theatre play, which one is it?”

“Oh, that little thing? I’ll be playing the role of Princess Celestia on ‘Strife of a Thousand Winters’,” Diamond Tiara said, making even the largely unfriendly Apple Bloom and Scootaloo look genuinely surprised. “What can I say? I am that good, unlike certain ponies who can’t act,” she jested in good humor as she poked Sweetie’s ribs, making her giggle.

“Stoooop it, Diamond!” The pink-skinned mare listened to her plea, stepped back, and then they shared a short-lived hug. Standing behind her fellow rising star and wannabe diva was Silver Spoon. Letting go, she rushed to her and also hugged the mare, repeating the greeting with her. “It’s good to see you too, Silver Spoon.”

“Likewise, Sweetie Belle,” Silver Spoon replied in a more polite, professional tone. “Hello to you too, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Miss Fleur. The event has been lovely so far, if I may say so myself.”

“Why, thank you, Miss Spoon,” Fleur nodded in acknowledgment. “And congratulations are in order, Diamond Tiara, not even I managed to score such a prestigious role back in my theatre days.”

“Where are my manners!?” Diamond Tiara exclaimed. “I’m terribly sorry, Miss Fleur. The moment I saw Sweetie Belle I forgot my composure. Good evening to everypony, you too Apple Bloom, Scootaloo. It has been quite some time since we last talked to each other, hasn’t it?”

“Not enough,” Scootaloo muttered under her breath before replying. “Yeah, but, hey, you’re a pretty busy mare nowadays.”

“I’m simply fortunate to have been blessed with beauty, talent, intelligence, and charisma and the will to use it correctly. But even so, I pale in comparison to our darling Sweetie Belle right here!” Leaning in, she winked at them as she offered a sincere friendly smile. “I may be good, but she’s even better! That’s something I admire about her deeply,” leaving the two Crusaders with puzzled expressions, she pulled back and her expression turned saddened and worried. “But dear, I’ve heard all about it and even saw it on a recap after Silver told me what happened. Are you… alright?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “I am, Diamond. Spike stopped him before he could get to me. I’m fine, really,” she reassured by holding her hands tightly.

Sighing in relief, her concerned expression gained a soft, warm smile. “I’m so glad to hear that, Sweetie. But, tell, how did you manage to get Spike to work as your bodyguard,” wiggling her eyebrows, she continued. “Is there something going between the two of you~? Promise I won’t tell a soul~”

Sweetie Belle blushed and let go of Diamond Tiara’s hands in order to cover her burning face. “Why does everypony keep thinking that? No! W-We’re just friends and he’s helping me to fi-” she stopped herself before her tongue slipped. “-to figure out who that stallion was and why he attacked me!”

“Alright, be that way, don’t tell me,” Diamond Tiara replied with a pout. “Speaking of him, where is he? It’s been ages since I last saw our now Prince,” her eyes took a playful glean to them, then she continued. “And if he’s available, perhaps I may try to ‘get close to him’, hmmmm~?”

“No! I-I mean, of course, you can! He-He doesn’t have a girlfriend… I think… I never asked… I mean, who cares!?” Blushing as red as Big Mac’s skin, she drank her cup of wine in one go, snatched the ones her friends were holding, and gulped them down, too, despite their protests.

Diamond Tiara giggled and stepped back. “Relax, Sweetie, he’s not my type. But who knows what his type is?” She taunted in a sultry tone before giggling some more and turning around. “The important part is that you’re safe and that mad pony is where he belongs. I’ll be seeing you another time, Sweetie. Until then, may the best mare win, chiaooo~,” twirling her fingers back at them, she walked away with Silver Spoon following close behind.

“Likewise,” Sweetie replied, still blushing brightly.

The group watched her walking away until she met up with a few other celebrities and started talking. Then, they returned to their interrupted conversation a few moments before Spike and Fancy Pants joined them. The married pair bid them farewell shortly thereafter, leaving the four friends to enjoy the night and for Spike to watch over his charge while she got to work.

They spent the next two hours talking with several other well-known celebrities and up and coming rising stars in many fields. Not only that but also meeting up with the worthwhile creatures of authority. They spotted Miss Harshwhinny, ever on the prowl to find the next face for the next Equestria Games. They talked with Neon Lights and Vinyl Scratch, met up with Coloratura, and even got to trade a few pleasantries with Sapphire Shores before she was yanked away with her own work. Songbird wasn’t present due to other compromises, but both Coloratura and Sapphire let Sweetie Belle know she was worried about her well-being.

Everything was going accordingly and nothing seemed to be afoot.

“Heeeeey, Spiiiiiike. Has anypony told you yer’ pretty hot, hun?” Sweetie Belle attempted to flirt even though half her words came out as slurring noises. Pressing her back against his chest and pushing her derriere onto his crotch, she teasingly rubbed her butt against him. “Come on, big guy. Don’t you wanna grab me titties and play some?” She asked, cupping her braless breasts and even pulling against the sem of her dress to give him a much better view of her cleavage.

“Did you two know she’s a horny, happy drunk?” Spike asked, unphased, at Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.

“It doesn’t help that she’s a lightweight either,” Apple Bloom commented as a pair of ponies passing by saw the act, giggled, and moved away. “At least there ain’t no whistleblowers here.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. Everypony knows how Sweetie can’t handle her alcohol,” Scootaloo added. “It’s not a well-kept secret by any means. But I’m surprised she drank anything at all,” she commented while Sweetie, either not hearing her or choosing to ignore her, kept on molesting her staunch bodyguard. “You sure don’t seem to mind, though.”

“I’m not exactly entirely myself right now,” he replied with a smirk. “I think I’ve had two or three glasses of Magma Stir than I should’ve,” glancing around quickly, he noticed many had given their group, or Sweetie Belle, in particular, a respectful distancing. He wanted to laugh but manage to suppress it all into an amused rhetorical question. “Just how often does this happen for all of them to know what she’s like?”

“Heeeeeey, Spikeeeeey! Come on, play with me,” quickly turning around, she draped her arms around the back of his neck and kissed his lips in a chaste, playful manner. “Let’s dance! Let’s sing! It’s sooooo boring now! Or you can play with me if you want. I don’t mind! I wanna know how dragon co-”

“And that’s our queue to get out of here,” Scootaloo breathed out.

“Nooooooooooooooo~! I wanna paaaaarteeeeehhhhh!” Sweetie Belle whined, crying as she jumped to clutch onto Spike, but the dragon was ready for it. Instead of using her arms and legs to wrap herself around his strong torso, in a crude simulacrum of what a baby sloth does, she was intercepted mid-jump by the dragon and made to carry her bridal style, making sure her modesty was preserved even as she swung her legs back and forth giddily. “You’re so boooold, Spikey! Wanna be your wifey but where the ring?” She asked before burying her face against his neck in order to sniff, lick, and nip at it.

Perplexingly, Spike was completely unaffected by her shows of drunken affection and retained a stern, professional, but calm aura around him. “I think we should cut this party off before she ends up embarrassing herself, don’t you think?” He asked his two giggling friends.

Spike contacted the security staff that it was time to leave and to meet them at the entrance. They bid farewells to those they encountered on their way out, including Fancy Pants and Fleur De Lis, all the while Sweetie Belle kept on whining to him about wanting to party and flirting with him and with any other stallion that caught her attention at their passing.

With that in mind, they could be excused for not noticing the piercing, cold, unforgiving cyan eyes of Diamond Tiara watching them every step of the way.

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“Note to self, prevent Sweetie Belle from drinking more than a few glasses,” Spike muttered to himself as he entered the aforementioned mare’s apartment. The same young mare that was currently snuggling against his embrace. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo stepped in after him, their smirks never ceasing.

“You two make such a cute couple, Spike,” Scootaloo said, slapping his butt. “Go on, Romeo, get Beauty over there to her bed.”

“That’s not… they’re not even from the same story!” Apple Bloom facepalmed.

“Eh, who cares? He gets the point. Now, I want to get out of this tuxedo! I’m killing it but how is a girl supposed to breathe in this thing?” Scootaloo complained.

Spike shook his head and made his way to Sweetie Belle’s bedroom while his friends walked towards their guest room. Upon arriving, he stepped forth and closed the door using his tail, only then moving to her ample bed and laying her atop it, but she refused to let him go. He was about to reach for her arms so he could disentangle them both when she stirred and opened her eyes, now revealing her feigned sleeping state.

Green eyes met green eyes and her hands moved from his nape, along the sides of his neck, and up his jawline to rest against his cheeks.

“Hey there, handsome,” she slurred in a half-drunken stupor. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are? Like two shimmering emeralds encrusted on a state made out of pure amethyst.”

Spike smiled, moving just enough to rest comfortably as he looked down upon her and replied with a suave, gentle voice. “Emeralds I see reflected in thine eyes, my precious diamond, an opal, of beauty and fairest splendor.”

“Dork,” she replied before her expression dropped. “Stay with me, please. You left me once… a-and I’m scared, Spike.”

“As long as I’m here, I’ll give my life before allowing anything to harm you, Sweets,” he promised, not with words but with his heart.

Pulling him down, they felt their breaths touch and smell the slight tinge of alcohol from all the wine they had drunk at Fancy Pants’ charity event. They tangoed for several moments with the tips of their nuzzles pressing and gently caressing against the other. Eventually, the distance closed yet again and their lips met in an innocent kiss. Then, Spike pulled back.

“We shouldn’t do this… at least, not now,” he said. “You’re not on your right mind and I’m not completely in control of myself, Sweets.”

“You don’t want me?” She asked, sounding almost hurt.

“Of course not,” he replied instantly. “I don’t want you, Sweetie. You’re much more than just one of the most beautiful mares in Equestria and the crowning prize for any stallion who dreams to climb atop your bed,” he kissed her snout. “I would be lying if I said I’m not attracted by your body, your beauty. But I… I… wow, this is hard,” he let out a heavy breath whilst blushing brightly.

Sweetie blushed and giggled. “I’m glad,” she kissed him again. “I’ve had a crush on you ever since Cadance and Shining Armor got married,” she confessed. “It’s never gone away. Stay with me, please. I need you, Spike. I love you.”

“I… I can’t say that. Don’t say that either, not like this. Maybe later,” he replied before licking her lips. “But if you want me to stay… then I’ll do it for you, my Sweetie Belle.”

Their lips connected and they began to make-out, but their tongues remained still, unmoving. They savored the taste and warmth of their lips, trying, desperately so, to burn the sensation into their memories. It was hardly the first time they kissed another in such a manner, they were no strangers to that display of affection, but this one was different. It felt deeper, warmer, profound.

Spike moved on top of her and used a hand to pull down her dress, releasing her breasts with a nice, healthy bounce to them. Breaking off the union of their lips, he moved down, squeezing and kneading her rather generous bosom with all the care and hunger he could muster. He kissed them and her rosy hilltops, using his prehensile tongue to play with them, wrapping and pulling them with ease before suckling on them as if he was but a foal in need of feeding.

“Mmmmhhmmmm~,” Sweetie Belle moaned, her hands caressing Spike’s smooth head, her fingers dancing across his crest and ear-fins. She shuddered upon feeling one of his hands move down her flat, slim belly, stopping only momentarily to tickle her abdomen and sides. “Spiiiike~,” she sang his name in a low-key.

He stopped playing with her succulent breasts to look up at her blushing, happy face. She moved her mouth as if to speak, but he cut her off with a possessive, deep kiss. She melted into it immediately, her words extinguished and forgotten. Moving his tongue forth to meet her white pearls, he licked at them to ask permission for entry. They parted and his slithering appendage entered her maw. It quickly found its mark around her tongue, coiling around it as they played with one another; both parties as eager and curious as the other was.

His hand moved over her dress, wishing to feel the smoothness of her skin. Pulling back without retrieving his tongue, he let out a short burst of flames to wash over her midsection. The green fire wasn’t hot and it was oddly pleasant in the scant seconds it took for it to consume her dress and panties completely. They reappeared a second later, materializing on a stretched-out hand. Discarding them, he lowered his head once more to continue their exchange.

Following his footsteps, clunky as it was given her inebriated state, she used her magic to shed off his clothing, tossing it aside as if it were no better than rags. In mere moments, he laid bare and exposed the same way she was and both moaned deeply. She reached out, hugging him close until her soft bosom was smooshed against his hard, strong chest.

His hands went to work, exploring her frame for every minute detail he could find on her body. Each curve, each extra bit of fat, every muscle, everything she had to give. He was getting drunk on the ecstasy that was touching her perfect, alluring body; his mind numbing-out as he inhaled more and more of her intoxicating scent. His phallus throbbed, hitting her crotch as it swayed rigidly up and down with each pulsing beat.

She broke their tongue-twisting antics to look him in the eye and, with ragged breath, demanded of him. “Take me, Spike. Make me your mare.”

“Only because you asked for it, gorgeous,” he replied, moving back and readjusting his position to access her nethers without a struggle. Guiding the tip of his cock to align with her entrance, he shot her a worried glance.

“Don’t worry, I ripped my hymen during my practices,” she said, understanding his concern. “But you’ll be my first, Spike.”

“I’m honored, Sweetie Belle,” pushing, his triangular tip entered her easily. Both let out a grunt before he spoke up. “I can’t say the same, though. Got shitfaced one time and… it doesn’t matter,” he chuckled.

“It doesn’t matter,” she replied, nuzzling him lovingly and straining as he pierced her for the first time ever. “Y-You’re with me now.”

“And you feel a-amazing,” he struggled to say and he continued to push into her wet, moist, tight fleshy tunnel. Two thrusts later and a cry from her, he bottomed out, their hips touching as he filled her completely, perfectly.

They kissed again and Sweetie Belle wrapped her aching legs around his hips despite the numbing sensation of a new kind of pleasure and pain she didn’t know coursing through her body. The rocking of hips came next, slowly at first but soon gaining traction; the erotic sound of smooth, polished scales meeting fair, soft skin over and over again echoed through the room. The heat rose, the scent of sex filled the air, and their wanton moaning was coupled by their desire to reach climax.

It wasn’t elegant, it wasn’t romantic though it was loving (to an extent), and it certainly wasn’t anything more than two needy bodies seeking companionship: one tipsy enough to have his better judgment occluded and the other half-drunk, her inhibitions unshackled and secrets revealed without fear nor shame. The coitus continued for several minutes more, shifting in speed and angle of the thrusts but never stopping until, in a conjoined cry, the fervent climax arrived.

“AAAAHHHHH!”

Sweetie Belle’s body shivered and her toes curled, enjoying for the first time an orgasm that was not self-inflicted while also experiencing the sensation of being filled by the hot and overabundant virile seed of the dragon she had secretly loved for years, even as that very same dragon had pinned after her older sister.

Feeling more exhausted than she realized, she closed her eyes and swiftly fell asleep, her body going limp while he exited her tight pussy. His breath was ragged and he enjoyed the pleasurable aftermath for a moment longer before gazing down at the sleeping mare.

Spike looked at her form for several moments until the piled up tiredness of several days and hours upon hours of planning and strategizing finally got the better of him. Laying next to her, the thought of leaving her alone crossed his mind, but that was quickly discarded and instead reached out to embrace her. She mumbled something, smiled, and snuggled close to him, resting her head on his chest.

Then, he closed his eyes and darkness took him.

Part 3 - Act 2 End

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!