My Little Adventures {Season One}

It was a rainy day in Ponyville, Rarity was working on a design for her latest dress in her work-space at the boutique. That was when she heard a knock downstairs at her door, "Huh. I wonder who that could be?" She asked herself.

Rarity went downstairs and used her magic to open the door, "Hiya, Rarity!" Sweetie Belle smiled.

"Sweetie Belle! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with mom and dad?" Rarity questioned.

Sweetie Belle replied, "Well, they're right here."

"Hello, dear! I know it's short notice, but your father and I need you to foal-sit Sweetie for the weekend. I need to go with him on a business trip to Manehatten, and we can't bring your sister." Rarity's mom explained.

Rarity was surprised, "Um...this weekend? Mother, I have a fashion-line to work on..."

"Great, thanks, honey! We'll see you Monday morning! Ta-ta!" Their parents both got in a taxi-carriage and went away.

Sweetie Belle grinned, "I can't wait to play with you, Rarity! We're gonna have so much fun together!"

"Oh, no we won't. I have a fashion-line to design, and I don't need you getting in my way. Do me a favor and stay out of my work-space. Go play with Scootaloo and Applebloom or something." Rarity suggested.

"Uh, I can't...it's raining." Sweetie pointed out.

Rarity groaned, "Oh, fine! Just stay out of my way!" She stomped off upstairs again.

"Hmph." Sweetie Belle huffed. Then she got an idea, "Rarity's been upstairs all day, maybe if I make her some lunch, with my amazing cooking skills, she'll be in a better mood!" The filly went into the kitchen and got right to work on making her sister lunch. She had made a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of milk. Sweetie Belle wasn't too good with magic still, but managed to levitate the plate of food balanced without dropping it.

"Rarity, Rarity! Look what I made you!" Sweetie Belle smiled wide.

Rarity looked at the sandwich, "Um, what is that?"

"It's a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich with milk!" She responded.

She forced a fake smile on her face, "Oh, lovely...thank you, Sweetie Belle." Her older sister levitated the plate, and looked at it. Sweetie Belle's eyes grew bigger and so did her grin, wanting her to eat it.

Rarity took the sandwich and took a bite. She began having trouble chewing. "Um, Sweetie, how much peanut-butter did you put on this?" She asked muffled.

"Well, I made my special Super-Duper Sticky Peanut-Butter Sandwich! I think peanut-butter sandwiches are better without jelly, but I did add a little jelly on it. Do you like it?" Sweetie Belle smiled.

Rarity levitated the milk and drank it all, but it didn't clear away the peanut-butter still stuck in her teeth and mouth. She ran to the fridge, but there was no more milk. "Mmm!" She hollered in silence. She began running around until eventually she ran outside and drank the rain as it fell. "Agh...that's better..."

"Um, Rarity...your mane..." Sweetie Belle stated.

Rarity gasped, "What? WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY MANE?!"

"Well..." Sweetie trailed off.

Rarity ran to a mirror in her boutique and screamed at the top of her lungs, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" She took a few breaths, and then continued, "M-My mane! It's wet! It's ruined, ru-u-uined!"

"I'm sorry, Rarity, I thought you would like my sandwich..." Sweetie Belle was cut off by Rarity.

"Like? Like! LIKE?! SWEETIE BELLE. THAT WAS WORSE THAN YOUR BURNT TOAST. Ugh! I positively HATE having a sister!" Rarity complained.

Sweetie Belle frowned with her ears down, and then walked away just as Rarity did. Only, Rarity was with more anger. It stopped raining after a while, and Rarity spoke, "Sweetie Belle, I'm going to pick up some dinner for tonight, DON'T mess anything up while I'm gone, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Sweetie Belle saluted. She was walking by Rarity's room and there was part of a dress on the mannequin inside. "I know! I'll help Rarity with her work!" She began levitating random pieces of fabric, and winded up finishing the back-half of the dress. It looked like a fashion-disaster, but Sweetie Belle was proud of herself, and the thought she would please her sister.

"Sweetie Belle, I'm home!" Rarity said before gasping, "W-What have you done to my beautiful, beautiful dress?!"

"I finished it up for you!" She smiled.

Rarity began to cry, but sucked in her tear and turned her sadness into rage, "Sweetie Belle, this dress was for Sapphire Shore's show Tuesday night! Now it's absolutely atrocious! That's it...go to your room!" Sweetie Belle didn't live with Rarity, but when she stayed, she had her own bedroom.

"Fine! Excuse me for trying to be a good sister and help out!" Sweetie Belle stomped up the stairs and slammed the door. "Ugh! Why does she need to be so unappreciative?! I've done so much for her, but I only get yelled at!" Sweetie decided to draw in her room, since she couldn't really do anything else.

"Sweetie Belle, come down for supper!" Rarity called up.

Sweetie Belle sighed, "Coming..." She walked down the stairs, and Rarity set up the table. Rarity set down two plates of salad, two glasses of water, and some oats at each seat, and on the plate. Sweetie Belle levitated the fork by her plate, and scooped up a piece of salad, eating it. Rarity took a few oats first instead.

"So, how are you enjoying your visit so far?" Rarity asked after a while of silence.

"Oh, it's great." Sweetie Belle said with sarcasm, rolling her eyes.

Rarity looked at her as she took a bite of salad, "You don't seem to be pleased too much."

"I'm fine. I'm just hungry." Sweetie Belle lied, taking a another bite of salad and taking a drink of water.

The phone rung. "I'll get it." Rarity said, getting up. She levitated the phone up to her ear and answered, "Hello, this is Rarity at Carousal Boutique, how can I help you?"

"Yes, this is Filthy Rich. I noticed some of your dresses and designs in the front window. I was wondering if I could purchase one for my daughter." The voice replied.

"Oh, of course! Though, the boutique is closed until morning. I shall see your daughter and you tomorrow. Have a goodnight." Rarity responded.

Filthy Rich spoke, "Thank you." He hung up, and Rarity levitated the phone back onto the receiver.

She took a deep breath and then went back into the kitchen, "Sweetie Belle, that was Filthy Rich. He is one of my best customers, so if you could please not bother him or his daughter tomorrow, I'd really appreciate it."

Sweetie Belle choked on her salad, and then caught a hold of herself, "His d-daughter is coming?!"

"Well, yes. He is buying a dress for her." Rarity replied.

"You do know that his daughter is Diamond Tiara, right?" She asked.

"Pfft, of course I do. She goes to your school, correct?" Rarity retorted.

"Yeah! She's also the biggest bully ever!" Sweetie remarked.

Rarity scoffed, "That is such a rude thing to say! I do hope you don't have this attitude in front of her."

Sweetie Belle stammered, "W-What attitude?! I don't have an attitude! I'm telling the truth! She picks on me, Applebloom, and Scootaloo! All blank-flanks!"

"My, Sweetie Belle, you are being a drama-queen today! You know what, after you eat dinner, straight to bed!" Rarity scolded.

"But-" Sweetie Belle was cut off again.

Rarity repeated, "Straight to bed!"

"I'm done anyways..." Sweetie Belle pouted, pushing her plate away from her, going up to her room. Her bedroom had been across the hall from Rarity's. She climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep. The next morning she woke up, and her mane was in a frizzy mess. She went down the stairs, half-asleep.

Rarity gasped and started ranting, "Sweetie Belle! It's 10:30 in the morning! We have ponies coming over soon! And what is wrong with your mane?! This simply won't do! Here, let me fix it." She used her magic to brush her sister's mane really quick into it's normal state.

"Ugh! I'm fine!" Sweetie Belle backed away.

That was when the doorbell rang. Rarity gasped, "They're here!" She cleared her throat and answered the door, "Hello, Mr. Rich and Diamond. I'm so glad you were both able to make it to Carousal Boutique. Please, browse for a while, and let me know when you've made a selection! We have many fine dresses!"

"Thank you, Rarity." Filthy Rich said.

Diamond Tiara chuckled when she saw Sweetie Belle, "Well, well, well. If it isn't Sweetie Belle. Why are you here?"

"Um, I live here." Sweetie Belle stated.

Diamond replied, "Oh, that explains the lack of pizzazz." She laughed.

"Grr..." Sweetie growled. "Go look for your dumb dress already."

"Fine. Let's see what your stylish sister came up with." Diamond remarked.

Filthy Rich looked at Diamond and then a dress, "What do you think of this one, Diamond?"

"Ugh...not my color." She complained.

"What about this one?" Rarity asked, levitating a dress. "It's my newest creation!"

"Hmm...no. I need to look better than anypony at Silverspoon's birthday party." Diamond retorted.

Sweetie Belle muttered to herself, "If this snob doesn't stop insulting my sister's dresses..."

"Oh, I like that one!" Diamond pointed at an amazing dress in the back on a mannequin.

Rarity looked down at the filly, "I'm sorry to say that this is a dress I made for Sweetie Belle."

"Why would you make your talent-less sister a dress?" Diamond scoffed.

Sweetie Belle was in the back, about to cry, and frowned. "Talent-less? I beg your pardon, but have you ever heard Sweetie's singing voice?"

"You mean that terrible one Scootaloo wrote and preformed?" She questioned.

"Sweetie Belle wrote that song, and she didn't sing so much in that song. You should be more careful of your words, and think before you say them." Rarity glared.

Diamond Tiara had a daring look on her face, "Okay, I'll speak my mind. All of these dresses are horrible! None of them meet my interest, and I'm going to another boutique! You can stay here with your lame sister and keep making your even lamer clothes you call dresses! Come on, dad, let's go to the Couture Clothing Boutique across town."

"Alright, sweetheart." Filthy Rich replied, "Thanks anyways for your service. I apologize for my daughter's spiteful behavior. Good day." They both left and Rarity looked down at Sweetie Belle.

"Sweetie Belle...I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you told me Diamond Tiara was a bully. The way she criticized my work, well...it hurt..." Rarity said.

Sweetie answered, "You mean like how you treated me when I worked hard on your lunch and dress?"

"Well, that dress wasn't exactly the greatest..." Rarity stated.

"I guess I can agree with that..." Sweetie Belle remarked.

Rarity continued on, "You show that you have a passion for dress-making and potential, though! I'd be more than happy to teach you!"

"Thanks, Rarity! Um, but...what about the sandwich?" Sweetie Belle questioned.

Rarity chuckled nervously, "Well, I think you need to just make a less sticky peanut-butter sandwich. Hehehe..."

"I can do that." Sweetie Belle smiled and laughed back.

THE END