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Sweetie Belle's Barenaked Ball By Spring Showers
Streaker(s) EQG Age 18 Sweetie Belle

“Once again, I’m SO sorry, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity apologized for what had to be the millionth time. The ivory skinned woman of course sitting in the car as they parked outside the hotel where the party was already underway. A last minute request for at least a dozen outfits for Sapphire Shores. As much as Rarity liked to flaunt her amazing fashionista powers in being able to whip up gowns like it was nothing; even Sweetie Belle knew Rarity only had two hands and could only do so much at one time.

She smiled as she leaned over, hugging her sister in reassurance, “It’s okay, Rarity, really!” The recently turned adult girl smiled as she settled in wearing the dress Rarity had made for her ‘plus one’. The shimmering violet strapless dress, the fabric ruffled and folded to give the impression of a bust on her otherwise flat chested little sister. The waistline tapering nicely to her slender figure before flaring out into a loose breezy and movable skirt. All in progressing shades of violet down to the hem that both matched the younger girl’s hair and complimented it beautifully. “I know this is a really important job for you, and I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Her reassurances that she forgave Rarity seemed to work though she would notice her sister’s face flushing a little as she raised a hand to her mouth, rubbing her manicured nails against her bottom lip. If she didn’t care so much about her manicure she’d probably be chewing them down to nubs. “Now, Sweetie Belle, the girls at these parties can be somewhat more aggressive than you’re used to. I still remember my first real party of this caliber and was mortified by the sharp contrast between them and most people.” Rarity fought not to remember the humiliation and shame she’d suffered herself. “I really do think it would be better if your first party, like this, was one I could be in attendance for, and watch out for you.”

Sweetie Belle of course immaturely puffed out her cheeks a bit at that. Rarity still only saw her as her ‘darling little sis who can’t take care of herself’. But she let the air go and did her best to smile at her sister; she knew it was only because she loved her that she wanted to protect her. “I’ll be fine, Rarity. I know your phone number in case I need an early pick-up; and I remember where all the ice cream shops are in case I need comfort food before you can come get me.”

Rarity did not want to comment on the matter of the ice cream; guilty of only consuming too much of it herself during her break-downs. But hearing her sister’s confidence in the matter she sighed dejectedly, “Alright. Just remember, try not to spill anything on yourself, be polite and courteous and,” Rarity tried to consider how to put the last thing into ‘gentle’ words for her sister. Sweetie Belle of course came forward with ‘have fun’ which made her sister wince. She finally elected for the ‘applejack approach’, “and try and do what those girls tell you. It’s a lot easier and less painful that way.”

Sweetie Belle raised an eyebrow at her sister but dismissed it, stepping out of the car and smiling as she grabbed the skirt of her dress and started walking. The similarly Rarity designed footwear silencing her footsteps quite a bit especially as she entered the lobby of the Fleur de Lis Hotel! She walked up to the front desk and after a quick explanation of the directions she was off. The lobby was filled with so many people! Some of whom she actually recognized from magazines; including a certain photographer with an accent. Though she also saw Derpy of all people dressed up like a bell hop and did her best to turn her back on that potential fiasco. It didn’t stop her from hearing it as noisy clangs and crashes rang out.

Finally, though she arrived at the ‘Ballroom’ as it had been called. It was like an entire gala all wrapped up in one room! She didn’t hesitate to stare at everybody there; all in fancy dresses and suits. A few she even recognized as hanging in her sister’s work-shop. The instant her eyes came to rest on two particular girls though her smile broke into an innocent and naïve grin. “Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon! I didn’t know you two were going to be here,” she confessed with delight.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo both knew DT and SS were trouble with capital everything; but Sweetie Belle preferred to give them the benefit of the doubt whenever possible. After all, they’d been schoolmates since they were little and now everyone was adults! She was sure they’d grown out of that whole ‘being mean is cool’ thing. Though as she saw Diamond Tiara turn towards her, nose pointed up a bit that she could look down on her, she started to have second doubts. “Why if it isn’t Sweetie Dumbbell,” she cattily commented at her even as Silver Spoon beside her laughed. “Since when did they invite nobodies? Or are you and your precious friends crashing?”

Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but frown a little at that; oblivious to how a few other girls were moving in. A small circle was starting to form; surrounding her. “My sister Rarity got an invitation from Fancy Pants himself to come,” she explained, doing her best not to sound like she was whining at her. “I was to be her plus one, but she had a job come up at the last minute. Fancy Pants said I could still come though even without her since the plus one still stood,” she explained.

Fancy Pants managed the hotel; and several others though when she asked which ones he had gotten a little flustered. She didn’t see a reason to ask any further if his business associations were so private. “Yeah? Well did he also say that we have a tradition for new girls; especially ones who don’t belong here in the first place without a REAL adult to protect them?” Silver Spoon questioned snottily at her even as the circle tightened. All of the gowns and dresses forming an unbreakable wall of velvet and silk.

“I am a real adult! You two were even at my birthday,” she shot as those two insulted her in the one way that really got to her. Sweetie Belle knew she still looked a little cutesy, even childish. Her build from the waist up didn’t exactly help her case. But it didn’t seem fair for them to judge her just based on that! She finally though began to notice the shadows of these other girls moving in around her; “EEEP!” She squeaked as she felt a couple of them even grab her arms forcefully.

“So we were…which means we can do whatever we want to you,” Diamond Tiara announced even as several of the girls moved in and grabbed at the poor terrified Sweetie Belle. Holding her arms painfully as if they were trying to stretch her out horizontally; preventing her from fighting back as one of them moved in and found the soft crease of fabric that hid the zipper. The dress was fitted to Sweetie Belle’s body nicely but still needed the metal fastening to hold it snug. A few guys were starting to move in as well.

“H-Hey! What are you doing?! Let me go!” Sweetie Belle demanded in frustration, trying to pull herself free of these girl’s grip even as she felt the front of her dress start to slacken against her. Strapless; there was nothing to hold it up or hold her in it. She felt it slide a little down in the front, exposing her lacey purple bra underneath which was just as strapless as the top.

“How many of you fine gentleman wanna see just how much of an ‘adult’ Sweetie Belle here is?” Diamond Tiara requested. The vast majority of boys all moved in eagerly, everyone getting out cell phones. At least the ones who weren’t, under Diamond Tiara’s orders, moving in to suddenly grab Sweetie Belle’s dress and turn her over! The girls who had been holding her arms let go as they watched the pale girl fall flat on her back. She was clearly dazed but reached desperately to hold onto the dress and its front and bring it modestly back into place.

It was all for naught however as the guys turned her upside down! Gravity wasn’t on her side; neither was muscle tone either as she would kick furiously up at these boys as the dress fought to stay around her waist. Her shoe hit one of them square in his perfect nose though only to be grabbed off and flung across the room! The other shoe caught before it could hit anyone; it was torn off and flung in much the same way. “Really? You say you’re an adult and you aren’t even wearing stockings in those pretty shoes? Ha!” Silver Spoon mocked as she reached to grab at Sweetie Belle’s ‘piggies’ and wriggle them even as she finally found her dress raised up completely!

The teenager fell completely out of it with her dress now in the hands of four teenage boys who were already holding it up above their heads; out of reach for her even if she were brave enough to get up now that she was in only her underwear. Her cell phone was tucked into a pocket Rarity had sewn into the dress; begrudgingly. Practical applications like ‘pockets’ never did sit well with her sister when they married the flow of her work.

“At least her underwear’s kind of adult,” one girl she didn’t recognize pointed out even as Sweetie Belle felt hands sliding in under her armpits to force her to sit up on the ground. Her arms holding tightly over her bra even as she felt hands reaching and unclasping them. Other girls started to pull at her arms to force them up and over her head! Her bra fell free and was snagged by none other than Silver Spoon who waved it over her head in front of the crowd.

She held the aa cup brassiere up to herself though and then looked at Sweetie Belle; arms still held up to force her chest to be exposed. “Her underwear might be adult but her boobs sure aren’t! Ha! They’re like a couple pancakes!” She insisted much to the room’s amusement. Sweetie Belle cringed at those mocking words. Her friends never made fun of her ‘under developed chest’; insisting she was her whether she was flat or falling forwards flat on her face.

Diamond Tiara smiled wickedly at the ivory skinned girl even as she barked more orders. Boys were starting to push tables together at her behest forming what looked almost like a catwalk for models. But the girls weren’t quite done yet as this time Sweetie Bell was flipped over and her panties were yanked off! Hands furiously grabbing her underwear and dragging them down off another embarrassing aspect of her. The girls all saw it but it was only after they had her panties in hand; Silver Spoon balling them up with Sweetie’s bra; that everyone parted to examine Sweetie Bell forced on her knees; arms pinned to the floor with her ass up.

Her very fat round ivory ass that Rarity had to work around when she was tailoring skirts for her. “Ha! It’s hilarious how looking at you from the right angle makes you look SO much more grown up, like a big fat assed slut” Diamond Tiara pointed out. She knelt by Sweetie Belle’s rear and grabbed one of the cheeks, smushing it as she said, “Say Cheese!” She took a selfie with Sweetie Belle’s exposed back-side. The slight soft pink of her pussy visible. “You can let her up now.” The girls all seemed a little surprised but complied.

Sweetie Belle scrambled to get up, pressing her legs tight as possible as she bent over, an arm over her small pancake chest while the other hovered over her ass crack in shame. “Gimme back my dress, Diamond, you had your fun!” She requested in an attempt at bravado even as she shifted uncomfortably to try and hide her pussy. It was absolutely hairless down there; a visit to the spa with Rarity had cost her every last follicle. She tried her best to twist her body away from the onlooking crowd even as they took more pics. Most of them seemed to be trying to get around her to see just how far her ass stuck out from her back. Those juicy cheeks shifting as she tried to cover her rump with one hand.

“My fun’s just getting started. You are going to take those hands away and stop trying to close your legs; or else,” she threatened. At Sweetie Belle’s timid, voice shaking request of ‘or else what’, the boys with the dress came back and Diamond Tiara pointed out, “Or else we mess up this pretty little dress I’m sure your sister slaved away at for you.” As if to prove her point she had the boys holding the dress for her bring it over, reaching to the front and pulling as if she were about to tear it in some place.

“No, please! I…I’ll do it,” she sniffled a bit as she felt everyone’s eyes on her. The teenage girl cringing as she undid the awkward position of her legs. She felt dozens of the boys and men at the party closing in and staring at her pussy. Her puffy pink lips hanging there between the white mons for everyone to see. Her nipples stuck out on her chest as she folded her arms nervously over her stomach. Her eyes were already welling up as fear sank in of just what Tiara might make her do as she held Rarity’s dress hostage.

“Now, I want you to get up on those tables and strut like the dumb fat assed slut you are for everyone. Like you’re one of your sister’s dumb airheaded models,” Diamond Tiara ordered. Sweetie Belle’s eyes went wide with fright as she looked at the tables. Diamond Tiara felt a wicked satisfaction as she saw the girl cringe and squirm, watching her hands shift like she was about to cover up again, “Nuh-uh-uh, remember. If we don’t get to see every last inch of you, your sister doesn’t get to see this dress whole either.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and moved towards the table. The big bottomed girl able to hear everyone whistling, including several girls as her ass swung and swayed. Her big jiggly rear suddenly subject to a harsh SMACK across one of her cheeks as she tried to crawl up on top of the tables! She cringed, “Eeek! H-Hey, you just smacked me!” She called out at the guy who had done it. She had hoped for at least some degree of protection. That Diamond Tiara might at least protect her a little. This had to be just some prank. A really mean prank but still. She couldn’t seriously expect this of her, could she?

But everyone’s voices called out, “Come on, you slut!” “Get that ass on the table!” “Shake it around!” “Spread those cheeks! We wanna see your pussy!” The calls only seemed to solidify how serious everyone was as she climbed up onto the table almost as if rising onto it would protect her from these people. But standing there everyone who hadn’t seen her through the crowd now had an easy view. Her heart was beating like crazy in her chest as panic set in. She shivered, knees together not out of modesty but terror as she saw the end of the ‘catwalk’. “All you gotta do is make it to that end, shake that big fat ass of yours, and walk back…”

“And then you’ll give me the dress back?” Sweetie questioned in a pleading tone at Diamond Tiara. She felt everyone staring, judging her petite body. Her torso flat as ever and for their mockery exposed. “Come on pancake! Turn around, we wanna see the goods!” “Bounce a little! Maybe those tiny tits can at least jiggle!” More words coming at the whimpering ivory girl. She stared at Diamond Tiara with already wet eyes, blinking back her tears as much as possible. She hoped, prayed even, that she’d say yes.

Her prayers went unanswered, “As if. And then you get down and do a little dance for us!” She ordered with a laugh! Silver Spoon nearby was biting her bottom lip, staring on with a look that suggested she was imagining her body at her mercy. It was a look shared with many guys and other girls in the room. She could only shake with terror as she strode down the cat-walk. The noisy clicks of photos being taken ringing in her ears as Diamond Tiara walked along-side her. The angle at which she had Sweetie Belle giving her opportunity to take pics of everything. Absolutely every embarrassing detail.

Sweetie watched as Diamond Tiara used her phone to capture images of her pink slit as she walked from below, only to then take a pic of her pale back-side. A slight red mark from the hard palm smacking into it going down even as she felt each step take an eternity. Some girl was even playing music on her phone as the band who had been playing turned their attention to her the same as everyone else. Everyone there on payroll by some deviant socialite or other as they watched Sweetie Belle suffer.

At last she found her way to the end of the table and stopped. She turned on her heel and started to walk back, letting people take pics of her retreating butt until Diamond Tiara shouted, “Hey! Get back here!” The order was met with unwilling obedience as Sweetie Belle actually backed up as if she were in reverse. The people holding onto the dress had it near the punch and wine; all holding glasses over it threateningly.

She stood butt-naked on the edge of the table. Her hips finally lowering under DT’s instructions. Her buttocks thrust out over the edge of the table as she grabbed her knees. She needed something to hold onto or else she’d cover up and cost Rarity her dress! It wasn’t that Rarity would be mad with her for it. She knew her sister wouldn’t judge her for it. But Rarity worked so hard on it for her! What kind of a sister would SHE be if she just let them destroy it?

Rarity would have probably suffered worse for the sake of a dress and done it in style. How could she do any less? Although it didn’t make it any less humiliating as she heard people pointing out, “Hey! I can see her pussy! Ha! It’s so pink! Bet she’s never even fucked a boy before!” “Hey! You wanna change that you little slut? Be glad to take that sweet little pussy’s first time!” “Dibs on that fat ass! You can see it right there!” Sweetie Belle was crying now. Tears dripping down her face as she sniveled. She shook her head and her ass for them, only too aware that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were standing right beneath her.

She heard the two shifting around, DT complaining as they posed together for a selfie with Sweetie Belle’s over-hanging pussy and butt. Serve them right if she’d piss on them. But one; she didn’t have to go, and two; she knew it’d all be for nothing if she pissed them off! It was the sort of thing Apple Bloom might have done for putting her through this. Scootaloo would probably just drop right down on top of them and pin them down until they gave up. Sweetie Belle though wasn’t like her friends and could do nothing to fight back.

All Sweetie Belle could do was suck it up and finally raise her ass up, scurrying along back towards the end of the table catwalk. As she ran though her foot would slip on the table cloth. Catching a bit on it just as she was about to leap down to send her tumbling forward, bare-bottom flying up over her head as she landed in her forward roll upside down on her shoulders. Her ass thrust up over her head like she was performing that old ‘cycling’ motion with her legs. Or would have been if they weren’t spread in confusion.

“Pussy shots!” She’d hear someone call out; her awareness of the situation dawning on her as she saw people staring at her cunt! Her legs awkwardly spread with a swarm of camera lenses staring down it before Diamond Tiara finally moved in to her defense! “Hey! Cool it! Let the girl get up! We’re not animals here!” For a moment the pale girl had a glimmer of hope. Maybe Tiara had a change of heart. Maybe she was right and she was a good person! “I mean really, if we want a photo session with that naughty slutty little pussy, we can just have it after she dances for us!” Nope. Same Tiara.

She had regretted neglecting Rarity’s advice since arriving. If she hadn’t she could have been sitting with her sister helping out in her workshop. Instead here she was fighting back tears of shame and humiliation as Silver Spoon pinched her ass for the sake of protecting a dress she endangered by coming to begin with!

Sweetie Belle was soon shoved towards the dance floor where she’d see people already moving to surround her as the music played. It was something upbeat and light. A tune belonging to what WAS one of her favorite catchy bouncy pop numbers. She was never going to be able to listen to it again without remembering this night as she stood there trying to dance, shifting her arms uncomfortably and awkwardly, rocking her hips weakly in an attempt to avoid shifting and jiggling her ass too much.

It didn’t seem to spare her any humiliation though as people took videos of this awkward dance. And as if to make things worse she’d hear one girl call, “Come on slut, dance like you mean it!” A hand shot and grabbed at her nipple; pinching and tweaking the nub before letting go. “Shake that pretty ass!” She’d feel a smack to her booty and whimper. Her humiliation growing worse with each passing second as they started to shout at her to bounce as she danced, forcing what flesh she had on her chest to bounce, “Ha! See! Told you she had SOME boobs,” one girl pointed out. “Fuck, see that ass? Could probably just fuck that crack,” a guy admitted to his friend. Any semblance of civility and society apparently broken in favor of mocking her.

Sweetie Belle wanted to cover her fat ass and run. She wanted to turn, run, cry in her sister’s arms and NEVER come back here! But as she saw Diamond Tiara watching on menacingly she knew her options were limited to obey or watch them destroy her sister’s hard work. Undo all of her own shame she’d endured to get this far! It couldn’t be a waste after she’d already had so many pics taken and probably uploaded to the internet of the ‘dumb party slut’.

As if making matters worse Silver Spoon got right into the crowd and pressed her sea foam green dressed body against Sweetie Belle’s. At last some form of coverage, but it was accompanied with this girl grinding almost right into her she felt the fabric brushing into her smooth mound. A leg shifted between Sweetie Belle’s in front of the crowd to grind into her pussy! “Ha! Lesbo slut, bet she’s getting off on all of this!” Sweetie Belle wasn’t in the least! Especially not as Silver Spoon reached around her and groped her buttocks. “Wow, my fingers are sinking right in your ass is so fat!” She jiggled them, spread them to expose her anus and even clapped them together as she danced into her.

Sweetie Belle’s eyes were already spilling over as she half-expected Silver Spoon to start kissing her, tongue-raping her mouth as she cried on the videos before the girl moved away. Apparently she’d been sated after that and was moving to stand beside Diamond Tiara laughing. Sweetie Belle’s legs were growing weaker as she stared between all of the bodies gathered around her. Her body subject to only more spanks and smacks by the boys and girls who delighted in hearing her cry and whimper.

At last the song was over though and the crowd broke to catch their breaths and grab drinks. Sweetie Belle racing off the dance floor crying visibly after the rough molestations and spanking she’d just endured. Her ass had done nothing but attract trouble since she got here. She was starting to wish she’d taken Scootaloo up on her exercise to help maybe ‘shrink it’ a little by burning some of that fat off. Not that it seemed to help her embarrassed bombshell of a friend.

Regardless of that she hurried to Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, “Can I please have my dress back now? Please! I swear I’ll go home and never come to another of these stupid parties again! You can make fun of me and tease me! Just please let me go!” The naked girl was begging now. She saw the sheepish Silver Spoon and the firm and even almost annoyed Diamond Tiara stare at each other.

“Alright,” Diamond Tiara answered. “All you need to do is kneel. Kneel and beg for it. Beg me to give you what you want like a dirty nasty little fat assed slut, word for word. Fat ass up with your stupid little head down. Do that and you can leave,” she decided. Sweetie Belle was mortified and ashamed beyond believe. Her tears draining down her face at the thought of saying those words in that position already ran through her brain.

She couldn’t take any more though. She remembered Rarity’s words just to do what girls ‘like them’ asked. To do it and it’d be over less painfully. She obeyed. She pressed her face to the cool floor; a slight relief to her burning and flushed cheeks. She sniffled and whimpered, “P-Please. Diamond Tiara, give me what I want. Please give me what I want like a-aaahh!” She screamed as she was subject to a sudden hard spank! She’d glance to see Silver Spoon kneeling there abusing the vulnerable position she was in. Cameras taking pics of the display and video of her trying to beg as Diamond Tiara tapped her foot impatiently.

“Give me what I-aah-give me what I want like a-un-unn-dirty nasty fat assed little slut! I’m a slutty little girl with a big fat ass! A-ahh-ahaaaa,” she sobbed uncontrollably now after getting it out. Silver Spoon’s spanking of her ass ringing out melodically as the pale girl was forced to shout that out on video for everyone. Adding on in a desperate hope to get DT to follow through on her word. She’d already humiliated her so much there was almost nothing left she could do, right?

Though Sweetie Belle was proven dead wrong as more girls came forward, grabbing Sweetie Belle’s arms and forcing them behind her back. The limbs suddenly tied tight behind her back with some strip of cloth. More girls came and grabbed her legs as she was forced not simply upright but upwards! Her legs held in a humiliating splits in front of Diamond Tiara who licked her lips at the display as they leaned Sweetie Belle back to flash her puffy twat to everyone. “You really are just a dumb slut aren’t you? Did you already forget? I promised these people a photo shoot of this pretty little cunt.” People started to line up with Diamond Tiara reaching and spreading her pussy lips. She actually felt Diamond Tiara’s fingers pressing into her labial folds, holding her slit open for everyone to kneel and start taking selfies with.

One after another came up with Sweetie Belle struggling and squirming, unable to help screaming, “Please, no! I did what you asked! I did everything you wanted! Please! Please don’t do this! D-don’t do this! I can’t take this!” She shouted, her voice carrying noisily as she cried full on tears. Every emotion she’d been trying to hold back pouring out as these people played with her and abused her vulnerable state. Her spread pussy, the depths of her most virginal and precious area were now going to be ‘fap material’ for every boy here and across the internet!

Diamond Tiara smirked at her, “As if I was ever going to let you just walk out of here, Sweetie Buns,” she tauntingly addressed her even as she reached around with the hand NOT holding her spread to pinch her ass after squeezing an arm around her. “Fancy Pants hoped for your sister to show up; she’s only like one of the most respected ladies out there. Can you imagine the publicity he would have gotten for hosting the same party she got shamed across the internet? But you had to be the one who showed up instead,” she explained.

This was for Rarity? This whole thing was plotted so they could have humiliated Rarity like this instead? Sweetie Belle heard of course people’s catcalls at her. She heard the kissy noises people were making at their phones. She even felt the brief touch of people trying to look, as they took their pictures, like they were eating her out as a joke on camera. More and more people. It wasn’t stopping. “Nobody gives a fuck about a dumb slut like you, Sweetie Belle. But look on the bright side. At least if your sister HAD shown up you two would have gotten to enjoy going through this together!”

This was the side of the high society world Rarity had tried to warn her about. Catty and petty and mean. Self-obsessed and looking only to improve its own standing and fame, no matter who they had to hurt to do it. Sweetie Belle had just learned the hard way about all of that and could do nothing but stare down at her naked body as the line went on. At last, they came to an end and Sweetie Belle was put down. Her legs snapping shut less out of modesty anymore as soreness after being held apart. “Can I please have the dress back?” She finally asked in a defeated tone of voice of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

Diamond Tiara laughed, “This is why you are my favorite of your dumb friends, Sweetie Belle. You actually think we’d give you that dress back! Here’s your phone though. We already sent your sister a text to pick you up,” Diamond Tiara explained as she slapped the phone into Sweetie Belle’s tied back hands. Unable to bring them around her to see they’d also sent a selfie Diamond Tiara had taken with her twat in the first place. Before Sweetie Belle could ask what happened to it, a dark realization crept in.

She shifted her arms to try and pull the tightly bound fabric around. The dress was torn apart. Nothing left of it now but the fabric now binding her arms behind her back. Sweetie Belle wanted to curse them out; kick them so hard they’d feel it next week; something! But all she could do was sob and cry as she ran for the door, her fat jiggly rump bouncing as she charged ahead. She didn’t even care about her shoes anymore as she ran.

Sweetie Belle made it all the way to the lobby. She actually SAW the automatic glass doors waiting for her at the far end. Even if everyone in the lobby saw her; she didn’t care. She wanted to run into her sister’s arms and cry this whole evening away! But fate was not so kind as she tripped over none other than Derpy who was picking up muffin crumbs from the floor. Her body fell smack over Derpy, with the cross eyed woman staring at her and smiling naively, “Hi Sweetie Belle. What are you doing naked in a hotel?”

“Hold zat position! Ze magicks are happening!” Photo Finish shouted as she started to snap pictures. Pictures that if Fancy Pants who even now was smirking at her as she got up had his way would have been of Rarity. Sweetie Belle knew by tomorrow her butt and pussy were going to be on every E-zine imaginable! She was crushed and shifted off of Derpy; aware that it had done no good to spare her any of this humiliation as she ran out and almost head-butt her sister in her chest.

“My dress?!” Sweetie Belle heard Rarity scream in obvious panic as she saw the remains of the fabric tied around her wrists. Sweetie Belle felt as it was untied and held up by her sister. Freed from her confines she chose to ignore Rarity’s over-concern for the dress and instead merely hugged her tight as she could. Crying into her blouse and sniffling after a traumatic evening she’d never be able to forget or live down. “Those little cunts! I swear, I will RUIN those two for daring to ruin my dress!” Rarity screamed in outrage only to at last seem to notice Sweetie Belle, “Oh, um…and for you two, dear. For you two. Come on, let’s get you home and get you a couple tubs of ice cream. Maybe a third for me.”

The ivory colored siblings sat down together in the car with Rarity smiling at her sister sympathetically. Not even an I-Told-You-So. No after the night she had she bet Sweetie Belle might just pass out beside her. Inward Rarity was reflecting on her own ‘first time’ experiencing the cruelty of the high society world. Fancy Pants was going to pay for this. Planning to fuck her over was one thing but NOBODY messed with the dress, OR her little sister. She’d start with those two bitches in the picture though. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon would pay.