Cupcake Factory

“Scootaloo turns Sweetie Belle into a soft core S/M instrument.” -Lady Monotonicorn
“The CMC need more screen time!” -Shock Jock

Cupcake Factory

By Nero Darkard (aka. NeroTheDarklord)

Chapter 10: Hitting The Sweetie Spots

“And that, class, is the big difference between birthing a baby unicorn and other races!” Miss Cheerilee finished.

Most of her students had a disgusted expression on their faces. Health classes had never been their favorite, but this one was the worst so far. Her teacher went so much into detail, some of the colts had real trouble keeping their lunch in. The fillies weren’t looking any better. While the shyer ones just covered their eyes and blushed hard, others had very tense and uneasy expressions while they protectively covered their lower halves with their front legs.

It seemed like Sweetie Belle was the only one who hardly reacted at all. Her sister already taught her most of these things. Throughout the class, she just had her head resting on her left front hoof and stared at the piece of paper in front of her.

“Anyway. Before you go home, I have a big announcement to make!” Miss Cheerilee started anew. “The Ponyville Theater Community has accepted my request! Fitting in with our next music project, we will all take part on a stage performance of Hinny of the Hills!”

As always, their teacher was overly motivated and in high spirits as she announced this. Her students, though, where less than pleased about these news. Now they all would have to learn a role. Some even will be so unlucky as having to sing in front of an audience. Just as they were about to get nervous, Cheerilee continued.

“I already have the perfect role for everypony! But I am sure you are most interested in finding out who gets the honor of playing the role of Hinny! Sweetie Belle, would you do us the favor of playing the star in this musical?” she asked.

“Mmmh…” Sweetie Belle responded, not even looking up.

“Excellent! I knew I could count on you!” their teacher stated in cheer.

“Her?! Why of all ponies would you-” Silver Spoon started, but swiftly got her mouth covered by Diamond Tiara.

“Shut the fuck up, Silver!” the pink filly whispered audibly, then turned her focus towards the Cutie Mark Crusaders and grinned nervously.

Scootaloo just quickly turned around to give them a serious look. Suddenly, Sweetie Belle’s head shot up.

“Wait, what?” she spoke.

She was so absentminded that she did not realize what she just agreed to do until now. A wave of shock hit her and she was about to jump out of her chair when the school bell rang and ended the day. Cheerilee seemed to be in a hurry and left instantly, along with most of her students.

Slowly, Sweetie Belle began to hyperventilate as panic filled her whole being. Of course, Applebloom and Scootaloo noticed.

“What’s wrong Sweetie?” Applebloom wondered.

“I- I can’t! I can’t play Hinny!” the white filly responded.

“Why not? You have a great voice! I can’t think of anypony more suitable for this role!” Scootaloo tried to reason.

“You don’t get it! I can only sing when I’m by myself! I even have problems singing in front of you two! But a whole theater full of ponies… Oh no! Oh sweet Celestia, what am I going to do?!” Sweetie Belle wondered.

“Ah, that’s just stagefright! Ya’ll just need to get over it. Just imagine the audience naked!” Applebloom suggested.

“Uh… that doesn’t really help, Applebloom. We’re all naked anyway,” Scootaloo countered.

“Right….” the yellow filly spoke, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “Y’know, it never really occured to me before that we’re all basically nudists.”

“Oh great… Now I feel even more awkward…” Sweetie Belle responded, blushing and crossing her hind legs.

Scootaloo just shrugged this off. She thought of herself as having a kick-ass body for a filly in her age, so it didn’t matter. But while Applebloom was diving into thoughts, the orange filly tried to come up with something she could say to motivate her friend.

“Ah, don’t worry too much about it just now, Sweetie Belle. Just learn your role and we will see how things develop,” Scootaloo suggested.

“I don’t know… Oh boy, I just hope this all goes alright. Knowing Miss Cheerilee, she is probably going to grade us on our performance…” Sweetie worried while leaving the school building.

Six months passed since the school received their news. All students were working hard on their roles. But as usual, Snips and Snails were utter failures. This time again, they were standing on a small wooden stage on the school grounds, performing their roles in front of Miss Cheerilee.

“And… uh… so I said, I had never seen…” Snips started.

“Hey! That’s my line!” Snails interrupted angrily.

“No, that’s mine! Yours is the next one!” Snips replied.

Finally, Cheerilee had enough. She just let out a frustrated grunt and got back up on her four legs.

“Stop. That’s enough now. By Celestia, all you two have are five lines each in the whole musical and you can’t even get that right?” she wondered.

“Well, uh… I don’t know. This is really hard, Miss Cheerilee!” Snips stated.

“Other students had to learn several pages full of dialog just for a single scene. I had enough with you two. The role of the two hobos will be cut out on our performance. I guess you know what that means,” Cheerilee replied.

“Um, no. What does that mean, Miss Cheerilee?” Snails wanted to know.

“Ugh… It means you both just failed in music class. Your grades are just too bad. I have no choice but to make you both repeat this year… again,” the teacher spoke.

“Ah, horse apples…” Snips stated in frustration.

Now, Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara started whispering again. They may not target the crusaders anymore, but they still freely bullied everypony else in their class.

“Can you believe this, Silver Spoon? We all knew that they are not actually kids, but midget ponies and about forty years old. But can you imagine how many times they must have failed to still be stuck in school?” Diamond Tiara whispered.

“Absolutely. Such losers,” Silver Spoon responded.

Even Scootaloo had to admit that these two are the biggest dumpfucks she had ever encountered. But what worried her the most was not the play, but Sweetie Belle. Although she managed to somewhat pull off her role while testing in front of her class, she still looked very nervous and couldn’t bring herself to sing.

“Okay, class! That was our last try! Tomorrow is the great day! Practise your roles one more time at home and go to bed early! Sweetie Belle: I’m counting on you on getting your act together. See you tomorrow, class!” Cheerilee announced.

As always, the students dispatched in every direction instantly. On their way to the crusaders clubhouse, Sweetie Belle kept her head hanging the whole time.

“You’re still worried, Sweetie?” Applebloom wondered.

“Yeah… I just know that once I see all those ponies staring at me, I will get a knot in my throat. That always happens,” the white filly responded.

“There must be a way we can help you,” Scootaloo stated.

By now, they had reached Sweet Apple Acres and were just in front of their clubhouse.

“Well I got no ideas. I don’t see how any-”

Before Sweetie Belle could finish her sentence, she suddenly let out a high pitched howling. For a moment, Scootaloo and Applebloom were staring at her completely dumbstruck. What just happened? But then, Sweetie Belle slowly lifted her left hind leg. A nail had penetrated the ramp and Sweetie Belle just stepped on the pointy end, causing her to bleed.

“Fuck, that felt good,” the white filly stated in satisfaction.

“Looks like we got to fix that,” Scootaloo suggested.

“Yeah. But what in the world was that? Ah know yer like pain, but Ah never heard ya howlin’ like that before,” Applebloom wondered.

“Hehe… yeah…” Sweetie started sheepishly while blushing. “You never noticed me actually getting hurt either. I just can’t hold it back when that happens. It doesn’t matter if I’m in the middle of a crowd or in a library. When I get hurt, I just have to make noises! It feels so good.”

“Huh. Strange. Ya almost sounded like ya were singin’,” Applebloom commented.

Just as she finished speaking, an idea shot through Scootaloo’s head. Her eyes shot wide open and she gained a big grin on her face.

“Wait! Sweetie Belle, would you howl in pleasure as well even if you were on stage?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah. I really have no control over it,” the white filly replied.

“That’s it! I got the solution! All we need to do is putting you under sweet pain while you are on stage and you will sing your heart out, whether you want to or not!” Scootaloo explained.

“Um.. I don’t exactly sing when I’m in pain…” Sweetie Belle worried.

“Ah, that won’t be a problem. We will practise with you and torture you a little during your singing parts,” Scootaloo suggested.

“That’s... pretty extreme, Scootaloo. Ah wouldn’t be able to hurt her, even if it’s supposed to help,” Applebloom stated.

“Well, I got no remorse. As long as it helps, I would shamelessly beat the crap out of you, Sweetie Belle,” the orange filly explained.

After hearing this, the expression on Sweetie’s face changed. She suddenly seemed very excited and began to jump in place.

“Really? You would do that?” she asked.

“Anything for a friend,” Scootaloo responded with a huge, cocky smile on her face.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Then let’s get to it, girls! I can’t wait!” the white filly spoke, then turned around and started running up the ramp.

“Hey! Wait for us!” Scootaloo replied, running after her.

Applebloom was still not sure what to think of this plan. But after a second of thinking, she just shrugged and followed the others. They had done worse before.

Sweetie Belle stood on a small, quickly put together stage in the middle of the clubhouse, hoofing it in place. Applebloom agreed to play the audience while Scootaloo stood behind the stage with a few of Sweetie’s ‘toys’.

“Ah still don’t get why we even keep that stuff here. It’s not like we ever use’m for anything,” Applebloom commented.

“Well, now we do!” Sweetie stated in excitement.

“You’re really, really into this, aren’t you?” Scootaloo asked in a kinky tone.

“Hehe… yeah… I just can’t help it. But I know this is going to be great!” the white filly explained.

“Alright,” Applebloom started, pulling out the script for the play and flipping through the pages. “Let’s get right to the difficult parts. Yer first song, Sweetie. ‘I am Hinny of the Hills’.”

Instantly, Sweetie Belle stopped jumping and her tension returned.

“Uh… Um…” she babbled, then took a deep breath. “The… the sky is… is blue and- GAAAAH!”

Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but to shriek out as Scootaloo hit her flank with a wooden racket.

“Get your shit together!” Scootaloo mumbled with the tool in her mouth.

The unicorn filly gulped hard, then she closed her eyes and tried anew.

“The sky is blue and clear, the- MOOUUUUUUNTAINS!” Sweetie screamed as she was hit again.

“Gosh, you don’t even try! Come on, Sweetie! You can do better than this!” Scootaloo ordered.

Sweetie Belle needed a second to gather herself again. This caught her so off guard, her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest right there. Still, she already noticed how little restraint she had when Scootaloo hurt her. She wanted more, so Sweetie Belle looked back and gave her friend a seductive smile.

“Pull my tail. Hard. And don’t let go before I fish my part,” she requested.

Scootaloo didn’t need to be told that twice. She bit her tail and yanked so hard at it, Sweetie had no chance to keep her balance and crushed on her rump. Needless to say, the white filly screamed in joy. Scootaloo could be so brutal when she needed to be. She was not holding back her sadism the slightest bit and just kept pulling her down forcefully.

“THE SKY IS BLUE AND CLEAR, THE MOUNTAINS SEEM SO NEAR. THE THIN AIR GIVES YOU CHILLS, THAT’S THE LIFE UP IN THE HILLS!” Sweetie Belle shouted.

This only caused Scootaloo to pull even harder, bringing tears into Sweetie’s eyes. She knew that shouting out the song was not what she was supposed to do and the pain just made it so much easier and sweeter for her to keep making sounds.

“~The sky is blue and clear, the mountains seem so near. The thin air gives you chiiiiiiiiiills. That’s life up in the hiiiiiills!~”

Instantly, Scootaloo let go, causing Sweetie Belle to fall over. That was intense. She just used up her whole breath for only these few lines, causing her to pant. As Sweetie Belle lifted her head again, she saw Applebloom, staring at her with wide open eyes and mouth.

“Holy fuck, Sweetie! That was amazing!” she spoke in complete stun.

“Yeah. Definitely have to agree. We heard you sing before, but that was beyond anything!” Scootaloo agreed.

“You really think that was good?” Sweetie wondered while blushing.

“‘Good’ doesn’t even begin to describe it! Ya just made Sapphire Shores look like an amateur!” Applebloom replied.

Sweetie couldn’t help but to mix her blush with a huge happy grin. Their plan seemed to work.

“The next part now,” Scootaloo announced, stepping next to her friend with a needle and poking her in the back.

“Gah! The life up here is nice, but I’m looking for a chance. The others want me to tend to mice, but I just want to dance!” Sweetie Belle sang.

Scootaloo moaned in frustration. This just wasn’t enough to make her go all out. She just tossed the needle aside and directly chose to bite her friend hard into the neck.

“OH FUCK! ~The life up here is nice, but I’m looking for a chance. The others want me to tend to miiiiice. But I just want to daaaance!~” Sweetie sang anew.

Again, Scootaloo let go instantly. Applebloom seemed to be even more amazed this time, causing her to clap her front hooves together.

“Now that’s it! My gosh, Sweetie Belle! As brutal as this looks, ya should just listen to yerself!” she commented.

Again, the white filly needed a moment to gather her breath again. Her expression had started to become moony and the blush grew even stronger.

“Are you okay?” Scootaloo asked, worried if she may have overdone it.

“More…” was all Sweetie gave as a response.

Scootaloo immediately began to smirk again. Oh she shouldn’t have said that, she thought.

It was the evening of the play. A majority of Ponyville had gathered up in the theater to see it. Of course, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Rarity were among the spectators.

Cheerilee was behind the stage, helping her students getting ready. But despite all the little ponies running from left to right, she was capable to keep her focus. That, though, caused her to get very worried as she realized that the star of the show was not here, yet.

“Has anypony seen Sweetie Belle? Without her, the play will be ruined!” Cheerilee questioned.

The others just shook their heads. The teacher bit her hoof in anxiety as it were only about ten minutes before the show would begin. Why the hay is she so late?

“I’m here! I’m here!” a young female voice called.

“Finally! Do you have any idea how late- By Celestia’s magical mane! What happened to you, Sweetie Belle?! Did you get into a traffic accident?” Cheerilee wondered in shock.

The little white filly had a black eye and bruises all over her body. Strangely, though, she was smiling happily and it didn’t seem like she was suffering.

“Don’t worry about it, Miss Cheerilee. I’ll be looking fine on the stage! Getting ready right now! Applebloom, Scootaloo! Help me with the makeup and headdress!” the white filly announced.

Cheerilee didn’t want to let this discussion end right here. Something terrible must have happened to that young child. But they just didn’t have the time anymore. Everypony had to get ready for the stage. At this point, Cheerilee could only hope that everypony knew their lines by heart and wished for the best.

Pinkie, Rainbow and Rarity were sitting right next to each other. While the lesbian couple just leaned back and devoured a whole batch of cupcakes made from their own factory, Rarity could only look at them in envy. Just how can they eat so many sweets without getting fat? If she just ate a single cupcake, her flank would get so fat she would have to cut off a bit to look in shape again. Then again… that was actually quite a nice thought, causing the white mare to blush and smile pervertedly.

“Having dirty thoughts again, Rares?” Rainbow suddenly asked.

“Huh? What? Me? Never!” Rarity responded.

“Yeah, right,” Pinkie commented with a chuckle.

Finally, the curtain opened and the spotlight fell upon Cheerilee, standing on the stage.

“Fillies and gentlecolts! After months of practising, the Ponyville School proudly presents you Hinny of the Hills!” she explained.

Instantly, the crowd started cheering. While Cheerilee walked off the stage, trying to hide her nervous expression, Sweetie Belle got in position.

The crowd instantly stopped cheering as they saw the little filly. What she was wearing was not the traditional costume of Hinny, but a modified version cut out of tight, form-fitting black leather. Even Cheerilee, as she just now realized what her star was wearing, was deeply shocked to see that she just spontaneously decided to give the whole play a twist without telling anypony before. But it was too late now. The play had to begin.

Sweetie Belle stood there in the light, hundreds of eyes focusing her. Already, she felt how fear and anxiety began to fill her again. But then, she just closed her eyes, took a deep breath and tossed a pin on the floor. Willingly, she stepped right on it with full force.

The audience twitched, letting sympathy enable them to feel her pain as well. But not even a second later, the shock over what she just did became replaced with astonishment as her incredible singing voice reached their ears. Sweetie Belle howled in a precise tone.

“~The sky is blue and clear, the mountains seem so near. The thin air gives youuu the chills, that’s life up in the hills!~”

Everypony in the audience found this just so strange to listen to. Those were the lyrics of Hinny’s opening song, but Sweetie Belle gave it a very jazzy and energetic touch. She posed on the stage full of pride, letting the tight black leather painfully squeeze and chafe her on various places.

“~The life up here is nice, but I’m looking for a chance. The others want me to tend to mice, but I just want to dance!~”

Suddenly, Scootaloo jumped on the stage, dressed entirely in black and started to dance along with Sweetie Belle. Cheerilee was just about to faint. There was no reason for her to be on stage right now. But what was even worse was the way she treated Sweetie Belle.

Without the slightest bit of shame, she repeatedly punched Sweetie Belle in the face during their dance, even causing her nose to start bleeding. The whole audience was torn in their feelings. They didn’t know if they should stare with open mouths or twitch every time Sweetie Belle got hurt.

“~They all call me a dreamer, they all think I’m a ninny. But I will soooon teach the whole wide world to cheer for the name Hinny!~”

Over time, things just got worse and worse. Now Scootaloo was standing there whipping Sweetie Belle’s flank while she sang like nopony ever sang before. It was pretty clear that everypony in the audience was in for a night they won’t soon forget.

Over an hour had passed and the play was almost over. For the final act, Sweetie Belle was tied to a long barb wire and pulled into the air. The sharp parts cut right through her outfit and into her flesh, causing her to reach notes even professionals would have difficulties to reach. To make this even worse, she even started dancing midair, causing her to cut several bleeding wounds into her coat.

“~And I'm, a, dan-cing ponyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!~” Sweetie Belle sang as loudly as she could, just as jazzy as everything else tonight.

With that, the play ended and the curtain fell. The audience was speechless. It was so silent in the theater, you could have heard a pin fall to the ground.

The actors stepped on the stage and bowed down, but still the audience did not react in the slightest. They just kept staring with wide open eyes and mouths.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a single pair of front hooves clapping against each other. All eyes wandered to the source. It was Rarity, her eyes overflowing with tears and smiling widely. Then, she just jumped out of her seat and ran right on the stage to hug her little sister.

“Oh Sweetie Belle, darling! I can’t believe it! I’m so very proud of you! That was amazing!” she stated happily.

Now, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie as well started to clap, cheer and whistle in approval. The rest of the audience, though, could only slowly clap their front hooves together, still not getting their speechless faces unfrozen.

As the crowd slowly dispatched and walked outside, not even saying a word, Cheerilee stepped on the stage and gave the Cutie Mark Crusaders a very serious look.

“Girls… that was the most shameless alteration of a classic musical I have ever seen. I can’t believe you just spontaneously decided to turn this into a sado maso jazz musical with actual blood and violence after we all spent months practicing and getting it done properly,” she stated in a serious tone.

“But Ah thought-” Applebloom tried to start.

“No. No words right now. I will need a night to think about what to do with you three… Everypony else… good job. See you tomorrow,” the teacher spoke, then turned around and left.

Applebloom and Scootaloo looked at each other, just shrugging and starting to worry about their grades. Sweetie Belle, though, hardly reacted to the words. She was still just standing there, nervously hoofing it in place and blushing heavily with an uneasy expression on her face.

“Well, I don’t see what her problem is,” Rainbow Dash started. “I have seen the original, but man, that was so much cooler! Your voice defies the laws of physics, Sweetie Belle!”

“Yeah! Holy moly! That was soooo amaziiiiiing!” Pinkie Pie screamed at the top of her lung.

“Uh… well… Thanks,” Sweetie Belle spoke, hardly able to focus.

“Ah, just forget that silly teacher for now, darling. You, did, wonderful! Let’s go home and get you cleaned. Your outfit is utterly ruined from all the cuts and blood,” Rarity stated.

“Um… Could you… Could you maybe… wait there for a moment? I-I’ll be right back!” Sweetie Belle spoke, then ran into the fillies restroom as fast as she could.

This really had been an exciting evening for her.

The next day, their teacher waited until school was over before she decided to confront the Cutie Mark Crusaders about their fiasco. The three fillies had guilty expressions on their face and looked to the floor while Cheerilee stared at them as serious as she could get. Finally, she broke the silence.

“I don’t think I need to say this, but this was by far not the first time you three let all the planning of the school go up in flames. I thought if I entrusted you the most important roles this time, you might be happy and just do what was expected of you for a change. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Once more, you completely bombed it. I don’t know what the deal is with the three of you, but it just looks like you can’t do anything normally,” she spoke slowly.

“We just wanted to help Sweetie Belle gettin’ over her stage fright, Miss Cheerilee! If we didn’t modify the play a bit, she wouldn’t have been able to sing in front of an audience!” Applebloom tried to reason.

“Well. Would you like to know what your modification caused?” Cheerilee continued.

Without waiting for a response, she placed a newspaper in front of them. The headline was reading: “School kids transform Hinny of the Hills in the greatest musical of all time”. After quickly scanning through the article, it became clear that these three totally blew the minds of their audience and created something so controversial, it was praised by artists and critics alike.

Slowly, the three fillies lifted their heads again. Scootaloo was the first to gain a smirk and started to speak.

“Soooo… A+?” she asked cheekily.

“A+,” Cheerilee responded, now giving up her act and smiled happily again.

“Cutie Mark Crusaders Sado Maso Musical Artists, yay!” all three cheered instantly.