Chapter One- Marshmallow Pony
Sweetie Belle sighed, kicking her hooves at the ground, lazily watching dust clouds drift up, dissipating.
"Don't do that!" Rarity scolded. "You'll get my mane dirty, and I have to look presentable." The white unicorn tossed her elegantly styled, violet mane, causing Sweetie to give a snort of annoyance.
"What's that, Sweetie?" the stylish unicorn paused to frown warningly at her younger sister.
"Nothing," the young filly muttered. "Sorry."
The mare shook her head slightly, murmuring something her breath. "Come along, Sweetie Belle." she said, resuming her trot.
Sweetie sighed, hooves aching slighty. They had been walking farther than normal, and the unicorn filly wondered where in Equestria they were headed. Were they going to Manehattan by hoof? She gave an audible groan of fatique, watching her big sister turn her head to glance at Sweetie Belle, without pausing to offer to carry her, whisper words of comfort, or at the very least, tell her they were almost there.
"Here we are." Rarity announced cheerfully, Sweetie beaming in response.
She silently watched as her sister dusted off her coat. It was spotless anyways, and she had no idea what the older mare had sighted. She looked up at the building, already unimpressed. She wasn't so sure she wanted to go into a store called 'Lovely Fragrances', and frankly, she didn't know what a store such as that could possibly sell. That was understandable, as she had no idea what the word fragrance meant.
"Follow me, Sweetie Belle," Rarity instructed. "We'll find you something suitable for school."
Sweetie paused, musing over this. If this was a saddlebag shop, it made no sense. Rarity would obsess over
measuring her and make her a saddlebag instead. She wouldn't mind that, except for the measuring bit. The very thought of standing still for so long bothered her.
"What's in here?" she ventured.
"A perfume shop," Rarity informed her. "As soon as you step inside, an array of simply delightful scents hits your muzzle! Come, come, you'll love it in here."
As soon as Sweetie heard the word perfume, she knew she wasn't going to. Nonetheless, she cantered warily after her sister into the dreaded building. Strong scents of different varieties hit her muzzle, making her eyes water. She coughed a bit, recoiling.
"You'll get used to it, darling," Rarity said, somewhat sympathetic. "Don't you worry. Lets have a look at what they have here."
Sweetie looked around carefully, for if she touched anything, she would get the phrase 'Look, but don't touch'. Whenever her sister said that, she felt like a foal again, and she didn't want to feel like a baby just before her sixth year of school started, for what was the fun in that? This year, her parents had encouraged her to raise her language grade. She'd done relatively well in Physical Education, shortened to P.E., and Math was her best subject, but Language was something she'd needed improvement on.
"Sweetie Belle," her sister interrupted her thoughts. "Are we not looking around? You've stopped in the middle of the aisle, dear."
"N-no, I was looking!" the filly squeaked, running over to the closest perfume bottle she could find, pointing at it. "I really like it's... smell?"
"Right, I think we should move on." the older mare suggested, silently noting that the word on the bottle was 'Seduction'.
"O-okay!" Sweetie Belle quickly moved back to her sister's sides, satisfied with her quick cover-up.
Rarity found an aisle full of more innocent-seeming scents, so she guided the white filly and let her look around.
"Look, Rarity!" the afore-mentioned filly squeaked. "This one is called Cupcake Reverie! A-and this one is called Marshmallow Escape."
"Which one do you like most?" Rarity said, biting back a sharp retort on ladies and how they don't raise their voices. She was only a child, and children must enjoy themselves. It was in their nature, after all.
"Hm," Sweetie Belle considered this question. "I like Marshmallow Escape the best."
Rarity inspected it and grabbed a package consisting of two bottles of said perfume, as well as body wash and shampoo of the same scent.
"Lets go see the cashier, darling." she told her sister.
"Okay!" Sweetie Belle followed, already forgetting her previous thought of not having any fun in this store. She followed Rarity, a small skip in her step.
Everything was purchased and paid for, and the two trotted home, this time, with no voiced (or thought) complaints of achy hooves.
Author's Note
This probably isn't a very good story, seeing as this is my second time writing a fanfiction on fimfiction (That sounded like poetry, almost) and the first time was on my old account. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I would love if you gave me feedback on how to improve! Tell me what you liked, and what you didn't. 
Chapter Two- New Experiences
"Rarity, Rarity!" Sweetie Belle ran to her sister's room, jumping on the bed, heart thumping with nervousness and excitement. "Rarity Rarity Rarity Rarity Rarity-"
"Okay, okay, Sweetie Belle," the mare grumbled, taking off her sleeping mask and opening a blue eye. "I'm awake."
The filly rushed downstairs and began pouring cereal, getting milk everywhere. She nearly dropped a bowl, and then she slipped in a puddle of milk, giving an 'OW!" as she injured her rump. She mumbled under her breath as she carried the spoons back to the kitchen, rolling her eyes at her clumsiness. She was excited to go to school again, and she had a new book to read at recess so that she didn't get bored.
"Sweetie Belle!" her sister gasped in horror. "You've made an absolute mess in my kitchen!"
Sweetie Belle looked up sheepishly from her bowl of cereal.
"I fell." she said simply.
Rarity sighed and began cleaning up, leaving her bowl of cereal untouched.
"Hey, sis, where are my saddlebags?" Sweetie asked curiously.
"Oh, I made them. You'll find them in your room in your closet. Those store bought ones aren't sturdy, reliable, or fashion-forward and I want only the best saddlebags to grace my sister's back."
Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and huffed. She liked those saddlebags. They were a lovely light pink and had sequins on them, in the shape of an 'S'. Of course, most of the sequins had fallen off now, but they were still pretty. She finished her cereal and trotted upstairs, not bothering to step lightly. She looked at the saddlebags in her closet, and she must say, they were nice. They were pure white, with an 'S' embroidered on them in light green thread.
"There aren't any sequins," she said with disappointment. "But it's okay, I guess."
She packed quills, notepads, and three books and trotted downstairs.
"Bye Sweetie Belle, have a wonderful day at school." Rarity said cheerfully, hugging Sweetie Belle goodbye, noting that her younger sister smelled of marshmallows.
"I-I will." Sweetie Belle grinned, trotting to school.
Author's Note
I couldn't resist. Seriously. Sweetie Belle was nervicited.
