Belle’s Guardian Prince

Act 2 - Belles Baring Gifts - Part 4

Morning came bringing with it its accursed rays of light. All around Equestria ponies and all sorts of creatures that called it home arose from their slumber in order to start another day of activities. The same was true at Sweetie Belle’s apartment. The young diva stirred in her sleep, immediately regretting coming back to the waking world as her head pounded slightly. Curiously, other than the pain, she felt surprisingly refreshed and lacking her usual murderous outlook on the world before having her morning coffee.

She stirred in her bed, hugging the warm, polished pillow she found resting on, and let out a yawn. Snuggling up against said pillow for a few seconds before opening her and looking up, she found a pair of green eyes looking directly at hers. Their gazes were locked with each other for a few moments, then she looked down as she lifted the sheets to find their nudeness; the musky scent of last-night sex entering her nostrils gently. Reaching down between her legs, she found they were slightly dampened, there was some minor discomfort there due to the friction of love-making, and the final evidence leaking out of her pussy when she inserted two fingers in it.

“...H-How long have you been awake?” Sweetie Belle asked, trembling slightly as she moved away from the dragon.

“A minute or two before you woke up, actually,” Spike replied, not in his usual tone. “L-Look, Sweetie… I… we… I can… I’ll understand if you want me gone--”

“NO!” She yelped, her face blushing fiercely before covering her mouth. “I mean, no! I don’t want you gone!” Moving herself to a sitting position, not bothering to cover her generous bosom, she continued. “I mean, shucks, I never wanted this!”

Spike’s expression dropped and was left decidedly crestfallen. “I’m sorry, Sweetie Belle…”

Sweetie Belle frowned. “Why are you using my name like that! Stop it! I don’t like it! Call me Sweetie or Sweets or whatever else you want but don’t use my full name, Spike!” She protested.

“But you said you didn’t want this… and I… I mean, last night--”

“Well, duh, you idiot, I don’t remember anything of what we did!” Her anger died down a little and her expression now showed annoyance mixed with sadness. “That’s not how I wanted things to go like…”

Spike tilted his head, confused. “You… are you not mad with me, Sweetie?” He asked, softly. “I… I practically… no, I took advantage of you,” he confessed, gritting his fangs. “You were drunk and I wasn’t… I was a bit tipsy and maybe not in my best judgment, but I could‘ve easily said no or tuck you in or anything… but instead, I had sex with you,” he let out a long, fearful sigh. “Rarity, your mom, Twilight, and my mom are going to get dragon scale purses once they know!” He said it as a joke but it failed to be delivered as such.

“Hey, hey, Spikey, don’t say that. You didn’t take advantage of me,” Sweetie Belle said as she reached for his arm. She winced internally when she felt him tremble slightly at her touch. Looking into his face and eyes, for the first time in years and more so since he came back into her life after nearly being crushed, she couldn’t see the strong, handsome dragon he portrayed and carried himself as. Now she could see beneath his mask and see the same dragon she grew up alongside and one of her dearest friends; a kind, gentle, and helpful soul that could never harm a fly without cause.

“I’m glad to see the Spike I know and love only grew up a little,” she giggled, smiling at his puzzled face. “When I drink I can get… playful, Spikey. But that doesn’t mean I would just let any creature fuck me.”

“S-Sweetie, please!” Spike cried out, blushing. “It’s already hard enough to not just get out of bed and run away!”

“Mmmhhhmmm~, I hope it was hard enough yesterday,” she hummed, scooting closer to him. “Serious time now, Spike. I was drunk yesterday but… I’ve always… I’ve…,” she blushed and averted her gaze. “I’ve wanted that to happen for some time now. But not like that… I can’t remember anything we did.”

“I do and that’s why I’m so ashamed, Sweetie. I’m a Prince for Luna’s sake! What I did has no excuse,” Spike said, guilt dripping from his voice.

“Oh, shut up you big lug,” she said before using her magic to remove the bedsheets and quickly jump over him, straddling his lap. Before he could ask her what she was doing, she reached with her hands and grasped his cheeks in order to pull him in for a kiss. It wasn’t romantic nor passionate, it was a simple chaste kiss but that seemed to do the trick as Spike moved his arms until his hands rested on her hips. “Mind joining me for a shower? Because we stink.”

“Gladly…” Spike whispered, his lips curled into a tiny smile.

They got out of bed and made their way into the bathroom. Sweetie Belle was quick to turn on the shower; quickly reaching a nice, hot temperature for them to enjoy. She walked into the ample cubicle, letting the stained door open as she invited her bodyguard with a seductive smile and a wink. He gulped and stared for a moment at her, subconsciously taking the chance to admire her gorgeous figure now that she was completely bare.

Looking down when he felt pressure on his loins, he discovered that his dragonhood had betrayed him and now stood firm and proud, throbbing wantonly at the sight of his naked, alluring friend.

“You coming?” She asked in the most natural way possible, but both of them knew she failed to hide the eagerness behind her voice.

Nodding, Spike stepped into the cubicle with her, scooting over to avoid pressing his erection against her. That didn’t seem to matter to her as she began to hum happily only to bump her hips against his.

“Sooooo… did I say anything interesting last night?” She asked before stepping into the stream of water, sighing in pleasure as her muscles relaxed.

“A few things,” he admitted. “Some things are a bit foggy and there are a few gaps here and there, but I do remember some very interesting things,” he stopped for a moment, looking at her back waiting for an answer. When he didn’t get it, he continued. “You said that you’ve always had a crush on me and that you love me.”

Sweetie Belle stopped her humming and remained silent for several moments that seemed to stretch over centuries before she replied. “...Oh…,” she cleared her throat. “Well, there goes my romantic fantasies!” She chuckled.

Spike frowned and reached out to her. He gently made her turn around and saw a few tears forming in her eyes and her lips curled into an angry pout. “You do… I mean, you are… in love with me?”

“I don’t know how it started, okay?” She confessed, inviting him to close the distance so that the warm water could cascade down their bodies. He accepted and she hugged him, pressing herself hard against him. “After Cadance and Shining Armor got married… how we danced and spent the night together… I think that’s when I got a crush on you.”

“And now I feel like an ass,” Spike sighed, hugging her tenderly, his claws dragging against her back.

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “Don’t. You had a crush on Rarity at that time and you were just being nice by spending some time with me. And you did that even though you could’ve gone with Rarity.”

Spike chuckled. “Eh, she was talking with Fancy. It would’ve been rude of me to do it. Plus, I had a lot of fun. I think that was the moment I knew you had pretty nice moves, Sweets.”

“Mmmmhmmmm, I like it when you use my pet name,” she hummed some more before using her magic to bring her shampoo. Pulling apart from him, she cast her gaze down to see his throbbing phallus resting against her belly. “Did all of that really fit inside me?”

“P-please, Sweetie, not now…” Spike begged.

“Relax, I’m just teasing you… but I would love to be intimate with you while I’m sober,” she let out a short giggle. “Maybe I should stop drinking alcohol during social events. It wouldn’t be the first time I embarrassed myself thanks to it. Can you believe I once tried to flirt with Princess Luna?”

“So that’s why she always laughed whenever she heard one of your songs,” he commented. He watched in silence while she tended to her mane and tail, unwilling to do anything about his cock slapping against her belly every few seconds. “Hey, turn around, I’ll help you with that,” he smiled. “Twilight says my claws do a better job than mere fingers. That is similar to having a brush, I think?” He shrugged as they stepped out of the water’s stream.

“Wait, so, you and Twilight?” She asked, puzzled and a little worried as she turned around.

“You said that you broke your hymen at some point and I think I told you I have some experience. My first time was with Twilight. We were both horny, curious, and in the right place with the right mood. It went pretty good, actually,” he explained, dragging his claws against her scalp and helping the shampoo reach the roots properly.

She sighed in pleasure, enjoying the treatment. “It’s like getting a massageeeee~,” she sang. “Do you still, you know, get down and dirty?”

“Sometimes,” he coughed. “There’s nothing serious between us. It’s more like platonic fucking or fuck buddies, you know? We do share showers whenever we spend days together, though. Always have since we were young, up to her studying under Celestia, moving to Ponyville, getting her Castle and beyond. It feels super weird to take a bath alone for both of us,” he chuckled. “Were you worried Twilight and I had a super-secret romantic relationship or something?”

“Yes,” she admitted instantly. “I like you, Spike. A lot,” she confessed, finding it easier to say those words now that his hands were moving down, his tail passing him the sponge and the soap and he began to scrub her body slowly and gently. “Do you have any girlfriend or betrothed hidden somewhere?”

“Oh, heavens no! I would’ve never done what I did last night otherwise. I’m too busy to have a romantic relationship these days. And my position ensures danger will come to whoever I pick, maybe not directly, but from a political aspect, yeah. Even when I become an Ambassador, that won’t go away. It’s just one of the many burdens Royalty has to suffer,” he went silent for a moment, humming deeply to himself. “Love is a luxury few can achieve.”

“...How about Rarity?” She offered. “She’s a Bearer and a Hero of Equestria. Plus, I think she really does have feelings for you, Spike. You were just too young back then… and she was too stupid to realize how honest your feelings were,” she giggled. “At least until Gabby showed up!”

Spike blushed but couldn’t hide his smile. “Yeah! I thought for sure we would fall in love, we were almost glued to each other! But we never had that ‘spark’, you know? After Twilight, she’s my best friend, right up there with Smolder, Ocellus, and the three of you.”

“What if… what if I wanted to be more than just ‘one of your best friends’?” She asked softly but seriously. “What if I wanted to pursue something more with the dragon of my dreams? The drake that I’ve masturbated countless lonely nights over? The one that had the most faith in me and helped me start this wonderful journey? What if… what if I want him to love me?”

He remained silent even as his hands kept working until she was properly soaped. Re-entering the shower’s stream, the shampoo and the soap began to wash off Sweetie Belle’s body while Spike used his hands to help her clean out faster. Once she was almost free of the bubbly soap, his hands raced up to cup her breasts, groping them a moment later and pinching her rosy nipples playfully.

“I can’t say I love you in the way you wish, not yet, Sweets,” he replied. “But I do love you and I cherish you, not just as a friend,” letting go of her breasts, she turned around in an instant to hug him, burying her face against his neck. He could feel her hands trace his hard-earned muscles hidden under his scales, her soft fingertips dancing across their surface and making him shiver with excitement. “I won’t lie to you, Sweets. I’ve slept around with a few mares here and there, mostly one night stands… but when we were together last time,” he kissed her shoulder before he continued. “I felt… I don’t know how to explain it. It felt good, obviously, but I also felt… right, I guess?” Groping her butt, he made her stand on her toes and moan wantonly.

“I wish I could remember it. But I woke up refreshed and in a good mood and my whole body tickled so niiiiiicely,” she hummed, kissing his neck in the process. “I wouldn’t mind getting a repeat, Spike.”

“...Even if I can’t say I love you right now? Can you say you’re not worried I might be settling for you because I couldn’t get to Rarity?” He asked softly, gently.

“I’ll work hard to earn more of your love,” she replied, kissing his neck. “And I already told you Rarity does feel something for you. I wouldn’t hold you back if you want to be with her or anyone else. I would love to get a chance, though.”

“...We couldn’t have an open relationship, Sweets. Not with how things are now. I wouldn’t want us to get in the way of my work until the son of a bitch that wants to kill you is gone. And even then, with your line of work being in a relationship would be bad for your image and your sales. Not to mention my own,” he sighed.

“I’m not just a pretty face or a stupid bimbo, like those awful rumors that are floating around me say. I know the implications and,” she pulled back in order for their eyes to meet. “If you’re willing to take me, then I’d do the same,” she giggled and smiled, tilting her head to the side slightly. “I take it back. I know precisely when I fell in love with you,” closing the distance, she kissed him and he returned it.

Their tongue came forth, dancing a slow to a slow melody, focused on getting to memorize the taste of the other as they slurped and gasped for air while the water rained down on them. The kissing continued for some time until they broke it, their nuzzles touching softly.

“During the recital, you were there for me and cheering me on. That’s when I fell in love with you, you big dork,” she said.

“That long ago?” He cleared his throat, blushing madly and trying to not look away. “I, uhhmm, I never noticed. I guess I was still too hung up over Rarity. Plus, we were still quite young back then. But, wow, and still to this day?” Sweetie Belle nodded. “I’m flattered, Sweets. I don’t know what to say.”

She smiled at him before kissing him again for a few moments. “You could say that you’ll think about my proposal, Spike.”

“That’s one thing I absolutely love about you, Sweets. You’re as generous as Rarity and ten times as sweet, pun intended, thank you very much,” he laughed causing her to giggle. “You’re also such a nice, warm mare. Even with your fame, you’re still the same naive, silly, dorky, emotional, humble, and affectionate mare I’ve known for years. Never change, Sweets. Never change.”

“Does it help that I have big titties and a nice butt?” She asked in a playful tone, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

Spike whacked her ass, groping both cheeks and he pressed her to his chest, her bosom tightening as it molded to his strong chest. “It does help a little.”

“What happened to the shy dragon from a few minutes ago?”

“I’ve always moved with the flow of things, Sweets,” he leaned to lick one of her ears. “Or maybe ‘my new girlfriend’ sounds better?”

“Sweets, definitely Sweets,” she replied, fawning all over him as she nearly melted from joy. Then, they kissed again.

The rest of their bath went over without incident aside from many kisses and loving caresses through all of it. Nothing more than that came out of it as they silently agreed to wait for a more pertinent time to get physical with each other. Once they were done, they dried each other and stepped out of the bathroom, but before they could open the door, Sweetie Belle jumped to the arms of her new boyfriend. He caught her easily and carried her bridal style. Using her magic, the door was opened and the two stepped into the room where two half-naked Crusaders were sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for them.

Upon seeing them, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom exchanged looks, then smiled, and finally squealed loudly as they got to their feet and went to hug the new couple.

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Days rolled on and before they knew it, almost a whole month had passed. With it, Spike’s estimates had come true. The attacks didn’t stop but they had toned down a lot. Most of the attempts were simple but would be effective if there were to strike. The floors would be extra polished, there would be creepy fan mail for Sweetie containing horrible dedications or gifting her items that would end up hurting her fingers if she touched them. Most of the attempts, however, were meant to humiliate her in some form. Several cans of paint ready to splash her had been found, though others were far more serious and malicious like when he found buckets of freezing and boiling water on separate occasions.

Worst yet had been the rumors that had sprung seemingly overnight. Some claimed she had seduced Prince Spike with her lewd body, submitting to him or even managing to tame the beast and earn herself a loyal pet; nothing more than a useful pawn for her to use in her rise to fame. Others painted Spike as a dirty scoundrel, there to steal Sweetie Belle for himself and use her as a cornerstone to one day take the throne for himself.

Scootaloo proved herself to be paramount and an unexpected source of countermeasure for such baseless, crude rumors. Being one of the most outspoken and famous reviewers and theory-crafters regarding Sweetie Belle’s career (and being an ardent fan to boot), meant many turned to her and heard her voice when it came to discredit said rumors.

Apple Bloom proved her worth by rarely if ever leaving Sweetie Belle’s side, meaning the girl would never be alone even when Spike had to leave her side to perform his duties as Chief of Security. Other than that, things progressed normally or as normally as they could, given their current situation.

“Dammit!” Pipsqueak shouted and all eyes turned to him. They had just finished closing a concert and were all resting in Sweetie Belle’s private dressing room waiting for the rest of the security staff to finish their rounds. The three girls looked at him worryingly, having rarely seen the approachable and friendly stallion get angry or raise his voice like that. He then pocketed his phone and slumped down on his chair. “It seems that our assailant in the dark has changed tactics. I just got informed that the grand pastry opening we had planned for tomorrow suffered an arson,” the girls gasped while Spike frowned. “No one was hurt, but now they are starting to hit where you’re going to be before you’re there, Sweetie. It’s only a matter of time before someone gets really hurt…”

“Do you think this is a message, Spike?” Apple Bloom asked.

Spike shook his head. “That bastard must be getting desperate or is now planning around the situation. At least, that confirms that they aren’t after your life per se, Sweets. Take that for what you will,” he snorted a cloud of ash before a thought came to him. “Pip, I have something I must see. Do you need anything before I go?”

Pip shook his head. “Go, we’ll be here until you get back. Now, I have to reorganize your entire schedule, Sweetie,” he chuckled before he got to work.

Spike and Sweetie Belle exchanged a quick glance and a nod. Everyone in that room knew about their relationship already, but as promised, they decided to play it safe. A few seconds after leaving the room, Sweetie Belle sighed tiredly before Apple Bloom brought her in for a comforting hug.

“Isn’t it amazing how much self-control you two have?” Scootaloo asked with a smirk. “I’ve hardly seen you being mushy or sleeping together!”

“Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle protested, blushing.

“Heavens know I’d be bucking on his apple tree every night if I could!” Apple Bloom added, doing her best impression of a shit-eating-smirk.

“Not you too, Bloom!” The diva cried out but refused to move from her comfortable position.

“I’m actually amazed, too,” Pipsqueak commented, grinning devilishly. “At least that’s one thing we can all be thankful for not having to worry just yet,” he then pointed at his belly. “Your career would surely take a downer, heh.”

“The three of you are the worst!” Sweetie Belle cried back. “We’re not dumb kids, you know!? Besides, we don’t know if, you know, dragons and ponies are compatible that way… the pieces fit though.”

“And we’re the perverts? HAH!” Scootaloo chortled.

Meanwhile, outside, Spike made his way to a dark corner of the hallway in which the outline of two ponies could be seen. Their eyes glowed with a green and pink light before they bowed.

“Report,” he ordered.

“Sir Fancy Pants is happy to report that the Red Solstices are not involved in these incidents. While they do not condemn whoever is doing them, they are, however, uninvolved,” one of the ponies said.

“My investigations have also concluded, sir. Platinum Record, Zesty Gourmand, and Azure Lines are also uninvolved in these incidents,” the other one said.

“That lines up neatly with the information I found about Spotlight Lumina, Neon Lights, and Fixed Motion, we can safely discard them,” Spike hummed. “What about Suri Polomare and Camera Script?”

“Nothing on Camera Script so far, sir.”

Yog took a step forward. “But I’ve found something that may be relevant to look into, sir. An anonymous client has been ordering Suri Polomare for exact copies of… strange clothing. Cloaks, concert shirts, a replica of a dress worn by Sweetie Belle during a few of her concerts, and, and I’m completely serious, sir, a copy of your royal attire.”

Spike hummed, crossing his arms. “Forget Camera Script for now. Yog, dig deeper into this. This may be just a crazy fan or something more. Find out if Polomare is involved directly or if she only does it for the bits. Skiak, you’ll remain here, assume your usual routes.”

“At once,” the two shapeshifters agreed and then the three of them broke off.

Spike made his way back to the dressing room with a big frown on his face. Thanks to the two changelings, he had been able to discover how some of the VIP passes had been lost. It turned out some of the old security staff had been paid a fairly large sum of bits to sneak in and get one to a mysterious buyer, sometimes just one, sometimes two. But that didn’t explain all of them. After several recountings, they discovered that except for two of the missing passes had been masterfully forged to look like the original ones. The two remaining passes had been stolen directly under their noses… the same ones that had been used during the incident with the falling spotlight.

But even though the ones responsible had been punished and fired, they had no leads as to who could have bought, stolen, and forged the passes in the first place. Not to mention being sneaky enough to plant their traps against Sweetie Belle without anyone noticing, not even him with his heightened senses. The oddest part, at least to him, was that there were no moles. No one was feeding information to anyone from the outside.

“But it doesn’t need to have a mole when all of her movements are known, followed, and anticipated with her scheduling,” he snarled in frustration. He knew they were playing in a disadvantageous position; they knew nothing of the assailant whilst it knew nearly everything about them with the exception of their intimate, personal life. “What to do? What to do?” He whispered, pondering what his next step would be.

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“SECOND PLACE!?” Spoiled Rich shouted, tossing her glass of wine away in anger now that she was in the privacy of her mansion, away from prying eyes. “How could you lose against that… that… rube!? On our own sponsored festival, no less, Diamond Tiara?”

“So what if Sweetie Belle won, mom?” Diamond Tiara asked, crossing her arms. “She may be annoying but she sang really, really well. I liked it a lot!” Flaunting her mane, she continued. “I’m much better than her, but I guess a pity victory here is as much as she can get,” looking at her mother’s burning, angry eyes for a moment, she sighed and muttered. “Besides, I hate winning rigged competitions…”

That was the moment her mother slapped her, not hard enough to leave a mark for Filthy to see but enough to make her point and deliver a warning that she could do it harder.

“Who cares if they are rigged or not, Tiara. What is important is that you win! How many times have I told you this!? Those three brats, the so-called Cutie Mark Crusaders, have always wanted to push you into the mud and stand above you, a true elite of pony society! And now, you let one of them steal victory from you!? Recognition!? Don’t you see this will hamper your reputation once the Three Divas arrive!? What if that rube enters the competition and outshines you like she did today!? What if they see her in the spotlight while you shrivel away in the darkness, unnoticed!? What then!? Your dreams of becoming a great star that all Equestria can see shining brightly will die before you get the chance… all because you are still a stubborn idiot little filly who wants to play fair.”

Spoiled Rich crossed her arms. “The world isn’t fair, Tiara. We, true elites, stand above the rest and we must make sure to keep it that way, no matter the costs and no matter the consequences… as long as it doesn’t affect us, of course,” she sighed.

Diamond Tiara didn’t flinch when her mother struck her. She was used to that pain and had become immune to it, but the action, the words, and the sneering, disappointed gaze she had for her were worse than her burning cheek. “I’m better. I’m wealthier. I’m prettier. I am better than everyone else, mother.”

“Then prove it, Tiara. Don’t let anyone stand in your way. How do you think I managed to charm your father? Do you think it was my looks alone or my attitude? No, dear, I used every weapon at my disposal. You are young, but you will learn one day, stupid daughter of mine. Or maybe you have finally learned your lesson?” Spoiled Rich hummed, raising an eyebrow.

“...Yes…” she muttered, glaring at her mother.

“Careful, Tiara. Your eyes may reward you with more discipline,” she warned.

“Then do it, I don’t care,” she spat, dropping to her knees. That seemed to surprise her mother to the point of making her blink a few times. “A-After I won second place, daddy was so happy… I want to see him happy like that again, mother. Let me win the talent show held by the Three Divas on my own, I beg you. I’ll do it through my own means, my own talent. I’ll prove to you that I am better than that fucking rube.”

“And if you fail?” She inquired, not sounding the least bit impressed.

“If I fail, then I’ll admit you were right all along,” she clenched her teeth and glared at the ground. “But if you do anything to help me or get in my way, I’ll tell daddy that you hit me again,” she said, shooting her glare back up at her mother. Her glare dissipated and, instead, confusion filled her mind. Instead of finding her mother angry or being pedantic and disdainful, she was smiling.

“Now, was that too hard to do, dear?”

Diamond Tiara woke up in a jolt. Her throat felt dry and she was sweating profusely. Looking at her side, she found Silver Spoon sleeping soundly. At the edge of her bed, her two favorite hench stallions/toys slept at their feet. The stench of sex filled the room and that made her relax a bit more.

“Trouble sleeping?” Cozy Glow asked with a touch of humor.

Looking at her other side, she found the pegasus laying naked on the bed, smiling at her in a mocking fashion.

“Fuck you, Glow,” she replied before dropping back to bed and hugging her girlfriend close.

“You already did that,” she chuckled. Looking past the pink mare, she smiled seeing the glasses-wearing mare still heavily asleep. “Say, when are you gonna get back to really deal with Sweetie Cunt?”

“I promised Silver Spoon I wouldn’t try to kill her anymore, Glow. You know this,” Diamond Tiara replied.

“Pffft, and do you think I believe that? Come on, what’s the plan? All these recent attacks have been children's jokes!” Narrowing her eyes, she pointed at herself with a finger. “I even managed to burn that shanty garbage story. But you know that isn’t going to work that much now, right?”

“I am aware, Glow, thank you for your bright and brilliant observation,” Diamond Tiara sighed. “These two mutts are near worthless now that the other two whores are involved in this. Not to mention that damn purple iguana. They can’t find me and I can’t advance… even if I were to attack Sweetie Belle again, even if it did the trick and finally got her out of my way once and for all… I promised Silvy I wouldn’t do it anymore.”

“Hmmmmm,” hummed Cozy Glow in disdain. “I never took you for a coward, Tiara. Guess you’re just going to live under the shadow of that bitch forever. But, hey, who am I to decide anything for you, am I right? I mean, it’s not like I’m your mother or anything,” she stretched and then turned around. “Though I’m surprised you’re happy being a failure and a second-rate diva, always compared and looked down at for never grasping the glory that Sweetie Belle will have. Nighty-night~”

Minutes passed and soon Cozy Glow was fast asleep. But Diamond Tiara wasn’t. Her eyes were still open as she sneered into the darkness, hugging her girlfriend just a little tighter.

She had felt so proud of herself for winning the talent show. To have stepped forth into her dream to be famous and loved and to make her name and the Rich family more recognized. She had loved to see her father, her beloved daddy smiling so brightly and tearing up during her performance and after the Three Divas announced her crushing victory. Even her petulant mother had been pleased, for once, at her success. Best of all, she had put Sweetie Belle in her rightful place, not even achieving second place but the pitiful third. It had been the best day in her life up to that point and she was sure everything after that would be nothing but an easy climb on the path to achieving fame, recognition, and the glory she so rightfully deserved.

But no. Sweetie Belle had somehow managed to rob her even after her victory. She remembered Coloratura, Sapphire Shores, and Songbird Serenade clamoring around her hated enemy. Praising her in private when they thought she couldn’t hear them. Of course, they also praised her, but they were clearly favoring the big tittied slut over her. She had won a talent show through merit and talent and gotten their glances and blessings. Sweetie Belle, on the other hand, had to merely breathe to nearly make them fight over her.

The worst part had been her mother. She never missed a chance to remark on her reality, on how playing fair earned her nothing, of how stupid and naive she was to think they wouldn’t favor the sister of Rarity, their personal designer and a Hero of Equestria and Element Bearer. Even the encouraging words of her father rang hollow against the cruel reality of being jostled, tossed to the curve, and damn nearly dismissed in favor of the unicorn that was set on robbing her of everything she was working for, her dream, and what could only belong to someone like her.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to dwell on it any longer… at least, not for that night.

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Sweetie Belle was not having a pleasant day. She was supposed to go to a charity event that day and help give fillies and colts find their talents, so that they could find the callings and their Cutie Marks. A bombing threat had put a stop to it. She was angry, furious, even. Threatening her was one thing, but threatening others just to hurt her? No. She would not stand for it. It ended up being a false alarm, but by the time that was reassured, the damage had already been done.

Deciding to use the rest of the day off since it was already lost to begin with, she focused on her next personal project: a new song.

“No!” She groaned, shredding a paper sheet before slamming her forehead against the table. Around her on the floor, several countless pieces of paper littered it. All of them the failing product of her increasing frustration.

“Maybe you should take a break?” Scootaloo advised, stopping her soft typing and looking at her friend.

“I don’t need a break, I need to get my ideas in order!” Sweetie Belle protested. “I can’t get in the mood to think of any lyrics or a tone,” she said before pressing a key on her portable piano.

“I know it’s difficult, girl, but do you really need to be so hung up with that new song?” Apple Boom asked, putting down the phone she was using and getting up from her relaxed position on the couch.

“Well, not really. I don’t have to work on a new single for a while yet, but I need something to focus on and make me forget all of this for a few hours,” Sweetie Belle sighed. “But everything that’s coming would make our little ‘Band’ fiasco look like the event of the year.”

“Ouch, that bad?” Scootaloo winced.

“Why don’t you write about it? I’m sure your fans would love it!” Apple Bloom squealed only to hear the defeated chuckles of her two friends. “What?”

“It… doesn’t work like that, Bloom,” Scootaloo began, scratching the back of her head.

“Some would love it, yes. But most wouldn’t. Once an artist gets a niche or certain hang of this for one particular area, your fans are going to expect and want more of that. In my case, happy, energetic, filly-shake-your-booty kind of music with a dash of romance, sexiness, and the fun, naughty joke here and there!” She groaned again. “And I can’t come up with anythiiiiiiiing!”

“Sound like being a super famous pony is more trouble than what is worth,” Apple Bloom said with a mirthless chuckle.

“Yeaaaaah, that’s one part that not many like to touch upon. Haven’t we seen it all lately, Bloom? The late hours, the repetitive rehearsals, hours upon hours of painful socializing, photoshoots,” Scootaloo numbered with her fingers, then stopped for a moment and grinned slyly at Sweetie Belle. “Having to hide a secret relationship because it would impact sales and fame~”

“...I just wanna lie on the bed and cuddle with Spikeeeeeey,” Sweetie Belle whined as she flailed her legs back and forth throwing a mini-tantrum.

“How have you even managed to not give in, both of you?” Apple Bloom asked with a frown. “I even stay up late to catch you in the act or something…”

“Yeah, and I’m always eavesdropping when they’re in private,” Scootaloo added.

“Should I be worried that you seem to be more involved in my sex life than me?” Sweetie Belle deadpanned and her friends whistled, innocently looking away. She then returned her focus back to her attempts to write a new song, but now her thoughts were occupied with images of her boyfriend. My boyfriend! It still makes me feel giddy just thinking about it! She thought happily. One thing that really surprised her was his commitment. Whenever they were out there working, he focused on that only. He wouldn’t treat her any differently, he’d be calm and professional. He hadn’t slipped even once during their month and a half since they started their relationship.

Not once had he tried to kiss her, sneak a grope, or be tender towards her. In a way, it saddened her that he didn’t show public affection, but at the same time it warmed her heart to see him serious and focused and showing he cared not just about her but also about her career. Besides, it’s not like he doesn’t give me enough smooches when we’re here~, she sang to herself, blushing and mellowing as she replayed memories of them sleeping together, making-out, caressing each other, masturbating one another or just talking, enjoying their embrace, or holding hands.

Actual sex was still off the table, both for security reasons and because Spike wished to say he loved her before doing it again.

“Maybe… I should write a song about us?” She entertained the thought for a moment before shaking it repeatedly. “Too obvious… or maybe?” Humming and thinking to herself for a few minutes, until she nodded and got to write. She discarded a few more pages but eventually began to make progress as she played with the piano, hitting notes as she mumbled words over and over again. That is, until a knock was heard.

“I’m coming in and I bring a visitor with me,” Spike announced before opening the door.

“Helloooooo~” Rarity sang, rushing inside with all of her grace and poise. “How is everypony doing this fine evening?”

“RARITY!” Sweetie Belle cried out, jumping from her work/inspiration desk and running to hug her beloved older sister. She buried her face in her cleavage, hugging her so tightly that she popped a few joints of her back, but Rarity didn’t mind at all and simply allowed the girl to continue until she was satisfied. “W-Why are you here? You never told me you were coming for a visit!” She said, though it came out as ‘Fbbb agggahe? Hffbbbu weebbhgghgahh fufuuuehh!’ as she asked while her face was safely resting against her sister’s bosom.

Rarity patted her head. “I was around the neighborhood and thought I should come and visit my favorite little sister in these trying times,” she answered, understanding her sister somehow. With her hands, she pulled her face out of her cleavage and looked into her vibrant green eyes. “Look at you, my Sweetie Belle. So grown, so mature. I’m so, so proud of you,” she leaned to kiss her snout which caused Sweetie Belle to blush and wag her tail. With a wink, she continued. “Besides, my dear, I wanted to surprise you!”

“You certainly did!” Sweetie Belle agreed, her eyes burning as they watered a little. Looking past her, she saw Spike and Pipsqueak step into the room and then close the door behind the stallion. “Are you going to stay for a few days, Rarity?”

“Oh no, darling,” she giggled before breaking their hug and twiddling her fingers at the remaining Crusaders. “Applejack and Rainbow send their greetings, darlings,” she said before clearing her throat. “I only plan to stay for this night and then we can all leave tomorrow morning.”

Everyone except Pipsqueak and Rarity exchanged looks. “Leave tomorrow morning?” Scootaloo finally broke the silence.

“Why, to my private villa of course!” Turning to face Pipsqueak, the stallion gave her a nod. “Our darling Pipsqueak has been kind enough to inform me of your current situation, darling. Now, I’m not mad that you didn’t tell me anything. The need for secrecy and all that, hahaha~! But I’ve been aghast to know everything that you’ve gone through lately. So, being the thoughtful and caring big sister that I am, I thought about inviting everyone to a short vacation, you could say, and have some respite from all this drudgery,” using a hand to flick her mane, she continued.

“So, what better way to do that than going somewhere private and without fearing for prying eyes?” She placed her hands on her hips and pushed her chest out as if she was some sort of heroine. “There you’ll be able to relax and set all of these issues aside, at least for a few days, don’t you think? And best of all, we will be able to spend time together!”

“B-B-But my schedule, I have six months lined up already with talks, shows, events, concerts, recordings, and more!” Sweetie Belle protested but her manager stepped forward.

“Already fixed that, Sweetie. I talked with a few of our contacts and they have agreed that given the real threat against your life, rescheduling is the best option. So now you have *two weeks* to relax and put your mind at ease, Sweetie,” Pipsqueak chuckled. “Truth be told, I could use that downtime myself,” he was suddenly engulfed in a green aura before Sweetie Belle closed the distance by simultaneously running at him and dragging him with her magic. She hugged him tightly and he blushed fiercely.

“You’re the best, Pip!” She declared before kissing his cheek repeatedly and pressing her breasts against his chest. When it was over a minute or so later, she pulled away and released him from her magical hold; giggling slightly as his clear and throbbing erection pushed against his pants. “Sorry, Pip.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it,” clearing his throat again, he didn’t bother to cover it and spoke again. “You’ll be leaving tomorrow morning and I’ll give the public notice the day after. That way, no one will know where you went. And Miss Rarity? Well, she’s going to leave for Mount Aris tomorrow, so no-one will drag suspicions of any kind,” he said with a sly grin.

“But…,” she glanced at her desk. “...I was working on a new song.”

“You can work on it over there, don’t you? And without having to worry about the fucker trying to harm you, I bet you’ll be able to focus even more!” Apple Bloom cheered. “Besides, it’ll be just you and Rarity!”

“Ohooohoohooooo, daaaaarling, Apple Bloom dear! You and Scootaloo are coming too! I wouldn’t dare pull you girls apart especially during these difficult times. Besides, I think you also deserve a little time-off for protecting my sister where I couldn’t,” seeing the two girls about to protest, she used her magic to keep their mouths shut. “A ta ta~ I will not take a no for an answer. It has been decided that you will come.”

The Crusaders squealed and hugged each other. Spike looked at them and smiled. “Then I’ll stay here and investigate things further,” he offered but was instantly enveloped by a familiar blue magical aura. “Rarity?”

“And where do you think you’re going, Spike? You’re her bodyguard, Precious Scales. We may be going to my villa but I will not risk my darling Sweetie Belle losing her security~,” she said as she dragged a finger across his chest.

“Before that invitation extends to me as well, I will have to refuse,” Pipsqueak said. “I’d like to use this time to visit my brother back in Ponyville and catch up with him. Besides, there’s a certain mare I’d like to meet there,” he confessed through blushing cheeks.

“Daaaawwwww, Pip!” The Crusaders squealed again.

Time moved on after that and a small party ensued with the six of them after preparing their luggage with surprising speed. With everything set for their departure, Pipsqueak joined them for the festivities, which amounted to little more than drinking (nothing alcoholic for Sweetie Belle), talking, socializing, playing a few games, and finally seeing a movie at Rarity’s behest. By the time everyone was tuckered out, it was already night outside and only Spike and Sweetie Belle remained awake. Pipsqueak, ever the gentlestallion, chose the couch while Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Rarity snuggled together in the guest room.

“I didn’t know I needed this,” Sweetie Belle began, unashamedly undoing her dress and letting it fall to the ground, followed shortly by her bra. Then, she realized. “Rarity is here! We can’t sleep together tonight, Spike!”

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” he replied calmly as he began to undress. “I told Rarity about us,” turning his head to face his girlfriend, he smiled through a thick blush. “I can finally say these words, Sweets,” taking a step in the nude, he closed the distance until he stood in front of her, mere inches apart. “I love you, Sweets. I want us to be together and I want us to work.”

Sweetie Belle nearly melted right then and there but managed to compose herself enough to jump into his arms. She wrapped hers around his neck, his soft spines proving no impediment like always and her horn ignited before her panties moved down and floated a few centimeters behind her to let Spike see them. Then, she brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist.

“What changed?” She asked whilst looking deeply, profoundly into his eyes.

Spike moved to the edge of the bed and sat, carefully making sure to “Only that you’re the most gorgeous, most perfect, most amazing mare I’ve ever known? I already know you, Sweets. We’ve known each other for years. It’s not like I’m suddenly going to fall in love with you because of who you are,” pulling her in for a short kiss, he continued after pulling away. “No, that isn’t necessary. All I needed was to realize I’d be an idiot to let go of you, Sweets. You’re not my ideal soulmate or the mare I’d fantasize about,” he chuckled. “Though I admit I’ve had my fair share of impure thoughts~”

“Spill it out already, Spikey,” she kissed a cheek and nuzzled him for a few seconds before whispering. “What am I to you?”

“You’re Sweetie Belle Unicorn, one of my best friends, my girlfriend, the mare I’ve sworn to protect, a mare with a heart of gold, a brave soul, and that knows what she wants. What else can I ask for?” He answered.

“I’m not the only one that fit those roles, Spikey,” she replied as she began to move her hips up and down along his shaft.

“That’s true. But after the time we’ve spent together I… I don’t want to be apart from you. I want to embrace you, to love you! Go out on dates, have arguments, be a real couple, and eventually get married!” Gasping at his blunder upon seeing her eyes widen, he cleared his throat and groaned. “And I flatter myself as a helpless romantic? Pitiful.”

“There, there, my willte dwagon,” Sweetie Belle muttered, pulling his head into her breasts. “I still love you, dumb or not. If you want to, I’ll be happy to be your wife… and have your babies, if we can have them,” she admitted not with shame but with a tinge of hopefulness in her voice.

Tightening his grip over her hips, he pulled up to face his girlfriend, both of them blushing madly and breathing with some difficulty despite not doing anything strenuous.

“I love your eyes, the way you move, the way you are. You’re not my ideal mare, Sweetie. You’re ten thousand times better than that,” he said before dragging his claws all over her rump and lower back slowly, deliberately making her shiver.

She kissed him long and hard while at the same time moving her lower body faster. They made-out slowly, passionately exploring everything the other had to give once more. He groped her buttcheeks and gripped her dock whilst at the same time slurping her saliva just as much she drank his as their tongues intertwined. Their eyes never closed completely, preferring to leave them half-lidded in order to see each other’s expressions and the depths of their lust, passion and now, love, reflecting deep within their souls through the window of their twin emeralds.

Feeling him relax, she took the moment to reach down with a hand down below and grab his hard, hot, throbbing phallus. She pumped his shaft for a moment, stimulating the fleshy ridges on the sides as she did. He moaned into her mouth and she readjusted her position, slowly rising until there was enough space to guide his tip to the entrance of her soaking pussy.

Their spit-exchanging session ended abruptly the moment his tip hit her cervix and their hips met. “Sssssooooo goooood! Sooooo biiiiig!” She moaned loudly as she moved down on his hips, taking the entirety of his cock within seconds.

“And you’re so damn tight and hot!” He replied, groping her ass tighter in an attempt to fight against his urge to begin thrusting against her hips.

“H-Holy stars, I-I actually took all of this before?” She asked no one before letting out a throaty moan. “I’m so happy, Spikeeeey!” Her voice almost squealed but couldn’t stop a few happy tears from forming in her eyes. “I promise I’ll be--”

“Exactly who you are, Sweets,” he finished in her stead, smiling charmingly. “I love you, you little obnoxious, twirling brat.”

She giggled and rubbed their snouts together. “Look who’s speaking, you cowardly, chubby lizard.”

The two hummed and moaned, rocking their hips back and forth, up and down, and in circles to enjoy their coital union for as long as possible; the sensation of truly being together for the first time in a less-than-inebriated state left no words on their mouths to describe it. As they looked into each other’s eyes, they knew they loved each other and that their love was real. It wasn’t a fairy tale love nor one that was brought by mere circumstances.

“I love you, Spike,” she whispered, moaning as she said those words and ending with a lick across his cheek.

“And I love you, Sweetie,” he replied, letting out a hissing snarl of pleasure before wrapping his tongue around one of her ears before moving up to nubble at it gently.

They remained in that position for some time, peacefully enjoying themselves as if to make up for the month and a half they had contained themselves to never let their carnal desires go unhinged. To Spike’s surprise, it was Sweetie who made the first move. She ushered him to lay down by pushing against his chest, to which he complied. As he laid down and her hands were busy exploring his chest, neck, and shoulders, his hands let go of her succulent ass and dragged his claws and fingers along her curvaceous, fit, and goddess-like figure until he reached her big, swaying breasts.

He groped and kneaded them, fascinated by their softness, firmness, and prodigious size. Then, she began to move harder, faster, and with the sole intent of milking every single drop of sperm currently residing in his balls. “S-Sweeets!?”

“F-Fuck me!” She cried, leaning over him whilst using her arms as both support and as a means to keep him pinned to the bed. In the back of her mind, a voice told her how pathetic that thought was. He was much stronger than her and could easily, effortlessly dominate her at any point he wished… but he let her continue and take command, making her even more excited and made her move her hips even harder. “Fuck me! Love me! R-Ravage me, Spike!”

He hissed and smoke began to filter out of his clenched fangs and nostrils. Mindful of his strength, he knew he couldn’t go ‘all-out’ without seriously harming her. Note to self, ask Twilight if there is a spell to fix that, he thought before beginning to move his hips in tandem with his girlfriend’s movements. Their voices turned into a conflagration of groans, moans, curses, and cries of pleasure as each thrust, each strike, and every second brought nothing but pleasure to them. He continued to play with her breasts, squeezing them, sucking on them, twisting and pinching her nipples. All the while she rocked her hips as she saw fit leaving him to try and catch up with her movements.

Suddenly, she pushed herself back, leaning at the precise angle to allow his girthy dragonhood to remain perfectly erect and poke against her lower belly. With a hand, she rubbed the small swollen spot that had been created and let out a long mewl of delight.

“Grrrrrrr!” Spike growled, letting go of her tits and returning them to grope her ass in order to keep her in place while he began thrusting into her. She cried out, drooling openly with pleasure while Spike watched her obscene expression, the bulge that formed in her belly with each strike, and her rocking breasts as he proceeded to fuck his girlfriend into a pleasure induced stupor.

After a few minutes of frantic but passionate copulation, he slowed down as he prepared to dismount her. She seemed to notice his intentions in time as she pressed harder against his entire body. “I-Inside, please!”

That was all he needed to drive the last few thrusts into her before reaching his climax. He could feel her tighten and cum a couple of seconds before he began to deposit spurt after spurt of his hot, virile seed in the confines of her womb. They panted heavily and she fell forward on his chest and snuggled against it whilst trying to keep her lower half as still as possible.

They remained like that for a few minutes before he went soft and his cock exited her pussy naturally. With nothing more to say or do for the night, especially with the day that would follow, they went to sleep and Sweetie Belle safe in the embrace of her dragon.

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“See? I told you it would work!” Cozy Glow gloated as she watched the celebrity news channel along with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. “After setting that dinky place ablaze and the bombing threat, no-one will want to work with Sweetie Belle!”

“But that can only work for so long before the Royal Guard itself begins to poke its nose into that. We’re already treading on thin ice with that fucking lizard shadowing her wherever she goes,” Diamond Tiara protested but her smile didn’t falter. “I bet that will put a halt to her shows for at least some time or at the very least slow her down. Good job, Cozy. You know how to deliver and you’re far more useful than the bumbling idiots. Speaking of which, where in Tartarus are they?”

“Keeping an eye out around Canterlot. One of my contacts went silent and I want to know if the Royal Guards are getting involved,” she replied but both earth ponies just stared at her, unamused. “Okay, okay, jeez, you’re no fun. They’re outside doing their jobs. Can’t have them in the way of getting my reward!”

Suddenly, Silver Spoon’s phone rang. “Oh shit, it’s Hoity Toity!” Clearing her throat, she answered the phone. “Yes, Mr. Hoity? Yes, I am aware of the situation. Oh, I see. Really? Do you know why?” She glanced at Diamond Tiara who in turn looked puzzled and interested in the conversation she was having. “Next Saturday? Of course not! I’ll tell Tiara about it and make sure she’s presentable. Okay, thank you, Mr. Hoity,” closing her phone, she jumped to her girlfriend’s arms. “Guess what!”

“Wha--”

“Hoity Toity wants you to star in his coming walkway!” Silver Spoon said, cutting off the pink-skinned mare off. “‘Given the recent events, I cannot, in good mind, rely on Sweetie Belle for such an important event. I was wondering if Diamond Tiara would be available to take her place as my main star?’ That’s what he said!”

Diamond Tiara smiled and her grin couldn’t beam any brighter. While it disgusted her that Hoity Toity called upon her as a backup, the fact remained that progress had finally been achieved.

“Now imagine what would happen if she’s gone for good!” Cozy Glow laughed, nodding at herself. “No more second-guessing or calling on you as a backup plan! You’d be their first and most prominent choice for everything!” She let out a long, dramatic sigh. “But this won’t last unless she’s gone for good and I don’t mean harming her,” she said casting an icy glare at Silver Spoon, but it went unnoticed. “I just meant to nudge her out of the way.”

“Hmmmm,” Diamond Tiara hummed and looked into Silver Spoon’s hopeful eyes. “For what you’ve done for me until now, Glow, you deserve a reward. Since you’ve done such a good job until now, I’ll leave it up to you to get Sweetie Cunt out of my way once and for all.”

Both Silver Spoon and Cozy Glow were taken aback. “Wait, seriously? Y-you’ll let me take charge of it?” She asked as she was guided to the door by her employer, leaving the glasses-wearing mare behind. “Tiara, what should I do?”

With a shove and a push, Diamond Tiara expelled the pegasus from her room and smiled at her. “Use your imagination,” she whispered as a glint reflected on her eyes before closing the door.

Cozy Glow wanted to snarl but refrained herself from doing so. With a final flap from her wings, she eluded all lights in her way and landed outside the balcony of Sweetie Belle’s apartment. Instantly, she pulled a crystal from a pouch and shattered it in her palm. The entire balcony shimmered with a blue light and then it returned to normal. She then pulled a lockpick and in just a couple of seconds, undid the lock of the door. Scurrying her way inside the apartment and safe in the knowledge that as long as she didn’t expose her wings, her magic cloak would keep all of her movements silent and make her invisible to all cameras for a limited period of time.

Alright, I only have ten minutes to find something useful for blackmail. Gotta be quick and not make a damn sound, she thought as she quickly moved through the surprisingly vast apartment. After only five minutes of search, however, demonstrated the girl was not only clean, but there was nothing out of the ordinary and no secret compartments to speak off. Ugggh, just how much of an insufferable bloody goody-two-shoes is this fucking cunt? She ranted as an ever-increasing annoyance coursed through her mind.

She was about to give up and try something else later when she noticed a few crumpled sheets of paper in a garbage can. Taking a random one she unfolded it and her eyes widened. “Jackpot,” she whispered and took about a dozen of the papers, making sure to leave it as intact as possible. Closing the balcony’s door she jumped out and quickly flew away in the safety of the night until she landed on a lonely alley several blocks away. “Who needs blackmail when I can get this treasure?” She chuckled darkly. “Tiara is going to fucking love this.”

Part 4 - Act 2 End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!