This choice: Sweetie is standing in a room talking to a filly fan, wait do you know her? • Go Back...Chapter #53Sweetie is standing in a room talking to a fill... by: Absolfusion   The trio stepped into Sweetie Belle’s dressing room, leaving the lively energy of the performance hall behind. The space radiated Sweetie’s personality, with vases of fresh roses and peonies arranged carefully atop her vanity. Strings of pearls and feathered accessories were draped across the furniture, and a faint, sweet perfume lingered in the air.
In the center of the room, Sweetie Belle stood in all her post-show splendor, a shimmering red dress clinging to her curves as a glittering feather boa hung loosely around her neck. Her figure was striking—her chest impossibly full, far surpassing anything you’d seen in humans, the heavy swell of them pulling the fabric taut as she leaned forward slightly to talk to the filly at her hooves.
Diamond Tiara gazed up at her with unrestrained adoration, her bright eyes shining as Sweetie nodded along to whatever the little filly was saying. “And then Silver Spoon said I couldn’t wear the tiara with the sapphire in it because it wasn’t a school event. Can you believe her, Sweetie? Isn’t that ridiculous?”
Sweetie tilted her head, her thick, luxurious curls bouncing with the movement. “Oh, um... ridiculous? Sure! But maybe Silver Spoon was just being practical. I mean, sapphires are pretty, but they’re also soooo heavy on a tiara, don’t you think?” She looped the boa lazily around her wrist, swaying as she spoke.
Diamond scrunched her nose in thought before nodding. “I guess so. But still, it’s my tiara!”
“Exactly!” Sweetie declared, giving the filly an encouraging smile. “You’re the boss of your tiara. As long as you feel fabulous, who cares what anyone else thinks?”
Fluttershy chuckled softly from your side, her wings tucked neatly against her frame. “She’s such a positive influence on Diamond,” she whispered.
“She has her moments,” Rarity replied with a fond smile. “Sweetie has an... unpolished charm about her, but it seems to work wonders on foals.”
From your spot near the door, you felt the gears in your brain grinding to process what you were seeing. That was, without a doubt, Diamond Tiara. The haughty air, the tiara, the sense of entitlement—it all added up. But why did she look so young? She couldn’t have been older than a school filly, her proportions petite and her demeanor full of unrestrained energy.
You glanced at Rarity, hoping for some kind of clue, but she wasn't even looking at you; she instead was examining the pearl necklace laid over a nearby bust. Fluttershy, meanwhile, stood quietly by your side, her wings tucked neatly against her body as she watched Sweetie with a soft smile.
Am I imagining this? you wondered. You were told that some of the ponies that you knew were actors on a show made some time ago, which would explain Sweetie's aged appearance, but if that's the case, then why did that filly look half Sweetie's age?
At that moment, Sweetie stood, perhaps a bit too quickly, swaying slightly as she adjusted her dress and let the feathery snake drape lazily over her shoulders. The dramatic flair in the gesture was undone slightly when she misjudged her step and stumbled forward, catching herself on the edge of the vanity.
“Oops!” She giggled, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “I meant to do that.”
“Of course, you did, darling,” Rarity said, though her smirk betrayed her mirth.
Sweetie Belle’s ears flicked at the sound of Rarity’s voice. She whirled around, her curls bouncing with the motion, and without a moment’s hesitation, she scooped Rarity up into a bear hug. Her plush chest pressed against her sister, the overwhelming embrace leaving Rarity utterly unamused. “Sweetie Belle!” Rarity huffed, her voice muffled against the boa and fabric. “Do put me down this instant!”
Fluttershy hid a giggle behind her wing at the display, though Sweetie’s sheepish grin faltered as she looked down at her sister’s less-than-enthused expression. “Sorry, Rarity, I got overexcited again.” she apologized, gently setting her sibling back on her hooves.
As Sweetie dusted herself off, she caught sight of you out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze snapped to you, her mouth dropping open slightly as her emerald eyes widened. In an instant, her demeanor shifted, and her smile grew broader, brimming with awe.
“Oh. My. Gosh. Are you a human? Like, an actual human?”
You nodded, taken slightly aback by the sheer enthusiasm radiating off her.
Sweetie gasped, her hands coming up to clasp over her boa. “No way! I’ve heard about humans, but I never thought I’d see one in pony—I mean, in person! You’re real!” She took a step closer, peering up at you with unabashed curiosity.
“Sweetie, don’t overwhelm him,” Rarity said, rolling her eyes. “He’s here as our guest tonight. Be. polite.”
Diamond Tiara tilted her head, her curiosity piqued as her gaze shifted to you. “What’s a... human?” she asked, her tone blunt.
Sweetie spun back toward the filly, her curls bouncing. “Diamond! Haven’t you ever heard about Earth? It’s where humans come from!”
Diamond frowned and shook her head. “Mom says that’s just some backwater place where primitive apes live. She says they don’t even have magic!”
You frowned, feeling a twinge of irritation at the statement, but Sweetie jumped in before you could respond.
“Primitive apes?” she repeated, her tone incredulous. “Diamond, where did you hear that nonsense?”
“From my mom,” Diamond said with a shrug, as though that settled the matter. “She says Earth is boring and that the people who live there are, like, super lame.”
Sweetie gasped, clutching her boa again for emphasis. “Diamond! That’s not nice! Humans are awesome! They’ve got all kinds of cool gadgets and stuff because they don’t have magic. Isn’t that right?” She turned to you expectantly.
“Well, we do rely on technology a lot,” you said, surprised by how eager Sweetie was to defend you. “It’s kind of like a replacement for magic in a way. But we’re not primitive. Not in the slightest.”
Diamond stared at you for a long moment, her skepticism giving way to curiosity. “So, what do you actually do on Earth?” she asked, tilting her head.
You hesitated, unsure how to answer such a broad question. “Well, we do a lot of the same things ponies do here. Work, play, build communities... that sort of thing.”
“No magic, though?” she pressed.
“None,” you admitted flatly.
“Huh.” She frowned, as if trying to reconcile that fact with her limited understanding of the world. “That still sounds kind of lame.”
“Diamond,” Rarity said, her voice laced with exasperation. “Please don’t insult our guest. It’s unbecoming.”
Diamond shrank slightly under Rarity’s gaze, muttering something under her breath.
“Besides,” Fluttershy added gently, “humans are much more advanced than that. They just... have a different way of doing things.”
Sweetie, however, seemed undeterred. She leaned forward again, her boa sliding against her fur as she studied you intently. “You’re so tall,” she said, her tone tinged with awe. “Like, way taller than ponies, well, except for a Titan. Is that because there’s no magic holding you down?”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” you replied, amused by her earnestness.
“Oh. Well, it’s still really cool,” she said, her smile returning. “I mean, a real human! Right here! Rarity, why didn’t you tell me you were bringing someone so interesting?”
Rarity sighed. “Perhaps because I wanted to avoid this exact display, dear.”
Sweetie didn’t seem to hear her. She clasped her hands together, the boa fluffing against her wrists as she continued to beam at you. “I’ve got so many questions. Like, what do humans eat? Is it true you don’t have cutie marks? And—”
“Sweetie,” Rarity interjected, cutting her off gently. “Perhaps save the interrogation for another time. Our guest has had a long evening.”
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