Sweetie Belle awoke with a start, covered in sweat. Her sheets were wet with urine, her eyes were near pinpricks, and she was shaking out off fear. Confused as to where she was, she looked around the room. There was a bed, some dresses hanging on a rack, a couple of dress dummies. Still scared, though she was starting to think more rationally, she realized she was in her bedroom at Rarity's Boutique.

"Sweet Celestia! It was only a dream..." she squeaked out, still shaking. She knew she'd never get back to sleep by herself, especially in a bed with wet sheets. So, breathing hard and trying to calm down she hopped out of her bed. She walked out her room then sprinted down the dark hallway to Rarity's room. Once there she raised a hoof and knocked on the door timidly.

"Rarity?" the query, although sounding soft with a mix of nervousness, rang out clearly through the near silent house. She didn’t have to wait long for Rarity to open the door and look down at her little sister.

"Sweetie, it's way past your bedtime! Whatever are you still doing up?" Rarity asked with a sleepy groan, ignoring at first her little sister's tone of voice.

Sweetie Belle just stood there in the doorway, her mane a total mess. Somehow, her white coat seemed even whiter than usual. Rarity sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. It didn’t take long for Rarity to smell the familiar faint pungent odor, and to know what was wrong.

"Alright Sweetie Belle, let's go get you cleaned up," she said in a comforting tone and a reassuring smile. "Did you have a bad dream again?” Sweetie Belle nodded slowly. An odd gurgle came from Rarity’s stomach as she sighed. “I never should have skipped dinner… Would you like to sleep in my room tonight, Sweetie Belle?"

Author's Note

Surprise! This is the actual end to the story! I know the hint near the end of chapter 3 was kind of weak to indicate the whole thing was a dream, what kind of toilet wouldn't clog when completely filled, let alone flush a pony skull? Anyhay, I hope you enjoyed my newest story!