Pony Glue

A loud creak of floor boards woke Sweetie Belle from a otherwise peaceful night. It sounded like it came from downstairs, she thought. Getting up as silently as she could, she crept out of her room to investigate. She reached the top of the hallway stairwell, and peered down. A familiar form standing in shadows downstairs surprised her. Sweetie Belle didn’t expect that they would have arrived at this hour.

“R-rarity?,” she asked timidly down the stairs, her voice cracking in excitement. Sweetie wanted to hear all about her trip. The figure turned around, still just a silhouette to her. It was then, that Sweetie Belle noticed her sisters horn was missing.