The little Herdby CrossRedstoneChaptersDad, I can fly to school. Let me sleep.Pony and Sugar equals Pinkie PieSisterly careDad, I can fly to school. Let me sleep.Author's Note I am stuck in an endless limbo of crazy ideas. HELP ME!!! Also, I now know what kind of trash I am able to write in half an hour. Yes, this thing is rushed, HELL! I don't know if I'll ever update this! Just do what you always do and watch what my head came up this time. And if you really, REALLY want it, I can write another chapter, which won't be rushed. Just tell me, who I should write about next time, but not Sunset. She's living alone in this universe. Dad, I can fly to school. Let me sleep. Rainbow Blaze looked up from his sports magazine and at the clock. He couldn't help but chuckle. His daughter was sleeping in again. The man was remembered of his own childhood. He and his daughter were quite alike in a lot of ways and he didn't just mean the looks. He too used to sleep in a lot. Actually, if it wouldn't be for his wife Rainbowshine, he still wouldn't be able to get up in the morning. Another thing the father and daughter had in common was their love for sport. Every Saturday, the two would sit down on the couch and watch the sports channel. Sometimes instead of watching sports, they would still up to this day play soccer against each other. After another minute of waiting, Rainbow Blaze put the magazine away and decided to try something out his own father used on him, when he slept in. And incidentally, his wife used it as well. He slowly opened the door to use daughter's bedroom, in order to not wake her up. She had the blankets thrown over her entire body and was snoring soundly. Grinning like a little boy, Rainbow Blaze sneaked up to the bed. He silently cursed, when his foot hit something on the ground, but luckily his daughter didn't wake up. Looking down, he found his Rainbow Dash's alarm clock. Or at least what was left of it. With a raised eyebrow, the father continued his quest, until he arrived at the edge of the bed. He got into position, readied his arms and... "WAKE UUUUUPPPPP!" he shouted, while literally throwing his daughter off the bed. "Wha-OW!! What the hell!?!?" came the muffled scream. Rainbow Blaze accidentally threw the blanket with his daughter to the ground. She was still covered by the thing. "Rise and shine, Dash. Or else you're gonna be late at school again." Rainbow Dash groaned in response and started shuffling under her covers. Rainbow Blaze in the meantime turned on the lights, in order to further "help" the girl to fully wake up. However, when he did, he noticed that the pile on the ground was pretty small. It didn't quite look like that there was a teenage girl under the cover. In fact, as soon as the cover was removed, it didn't reveal a grumpy girl, but rather a grumpy horse. With wings! "What the fuck?!" Rainbow Blaze exclaimed, looking down at the blue horse. Not only did this thing had the same skin or rather fur color like his daughter, but its eyes were as huge as the ones of a human. Plus, they were the same color as his daughter's. Not to mention the mane and tail! "Jeez, you're really loud today Dad." And apparently the horse had her voice too. "R-Rainbow Dash?" "Who else? What are you-? Hey, wait a minute! I could have easily slept for another twenty minutes!" Rainbow flew up to her clock, at the wall. "Why'd you wake me so early? You know I can easily fly to school!" Rainbow flew in front of her father and showed her wings to him. "W-what the...?! Rainbow Dash! You're a horse!!" "Pony." Rainbow corrected automatically, before she blinked at the exclamation. "Why are you acting so surprised? I am your daughter after all." "W-what?!" Rainbow Blaze couldn't belief what he was hearing. Screw that, he couldn't belief what he was seeing! A horse...pony-pegasus thing with a butt tattoo! "Am I drunk?" "Drunk?" Rainbow cocked her head. Then all of the sudden her expression changed to one of...understanding? "Oh, I get it. Seriously Dad? You were never good at pranking others. Heck, half the time no one but you understands what you're doing." "W-whu?" Rainbow Dash frowned. It seemed like her dad was not trying to prank her. He seemed genuinely confused. That reminded her that he had been drinking quite a lot last evening. "I think you should go a little easy on the booze, you know. Remember last year? When you hit the eggs with the frying pan and then fried them on the bare stove?" Rainbow Blaze did indeed remember that day. It included actually much more, like his wife hanging down from a ceiling, a rope wrapped around her leg. Ah, that had been some good booze. Did he overdid it once again and was hallucinating? "Maybe I really need to lay off..." he muttered. Rainbow Dash got closer to her father's face, causing the latter to take a step back and sniffed the air. "Well, I don't smell anything, so you're good to drive to work. But seriously, you don't want mom to throw another fit do you?" Rainbow Blaze just nodded at what he assumed to be his hallucination. Possible dream figure. "Alright? Anyway, I'm gonna nap for a little longer. And you better get some coffee or whatever." The pegasus forcefully pushed her father out of her room and shut the door. Dumbstruck, Rainbow Blaze wasn't sure if the past 3 minutes really happened or if he really drank too much yesterday. I mean, my daughter? A winged horse? I think my imagination is right. I really should lay off the booze. With that in mind, Rainbow Blaze went back into the kitchen, in order to get himself some ice water against the hangover he thought he had. Why he didn't have any headaches, who knows? A headache less hangover was still more possible, than having a pony daughter. 20 minutes later, Rainbow Blaze dared to go to his daughter's bedroom again. She only could make it in time to school now, if he would give her a ride in his car. However, before he even reached the door it slammed open and revealed a cyan blur flying at top speeds towards the kitchen. Spinning around, Blaze found the pegasus from earlier opening the window. "Hey dad, gotta jet, gonna have breakfast at Sugercube's, see ya later!" And with that the pegasus flew out of the window, leaving a rainbow trail behind her. Like any rational person, Blaze convinced himself that his daughter for once went to school early and that he really had way too much booze the day before. Pony and Sugar equals Pinkie PieAuthor's Note Don't you DARE ask about the last sentence! Pony and Sugar equals Pinkie Pie "Lalalalalalalalalala!" Maud Pie heard her sister Pinkie Pie sing in the kitchen, like she usually did every Monday. On Tuesdays she would whistle a tune, on Wednesdays she was especially jumpy, on Thursdays she tended to dance with Gummy. She once invited Boulder, but he wasn't much of dancer. Friday to Sunday was pretty much unpredictable, so there was at least some variety. After she finished brushing her teeth, Maud comped her bed hair, she somehow got last night. Normally she could fall asleep on a moment's notice, if needed, but she something kept her awake for three straight hours. She couldn't really describe it, except maybe call it a gut feeling. One that told her that something bad was going to happen. But she didn't let that faze her. There actually wasn't much that could faze her, especially after what happened at Canterlot High those past months. You'd need to do something extreme, in order to get a reaction out of her. Something like her little sister turning into a pony. "Pinkie Pie?" Maud called out her...she supposed her sister. "Good morning, Maud!" Pinkie Pony Pie greeted the human with a cheery wave of her hoof, which was adorable to say the least. While the older girl was distracted, the pony balanced a couple of plates on her back and bounced around placing them on the table. "Pinkie...you're a pony." Maud stated. "Well, DUH-UH! Of course I'm a pony, Maud! I have always been a pony." Pinkie Pie stated as a matter of fact. "...?" Maud looked at what she assumed to be her little sister quizzically. "Pinkie. You have been a human just yesterday." "What?!" Pinkie zoomed in right in front of her sister's face. "Where? When? When was I a human? Is this like being a werewolf, like every full moon I turn into a human? How could I have missed something like this?!" Maud blinked once. "Pinkie Pie, what do you remember of yesterday? Only the important stuff." Maud added, knowing that her sister will talk non-stop else. And they didn't had the time at that moment. "Well I woke up, still a pony, then we had breakfast, we went to school, I stayed a little longer for band practice with my friends-" "Stop." Pinkie Pie stopped talking, still smiling. "Pinkie Pie, how do you hold your drumsticks without hands?" "Easy." Pinkie Pie pulled her drumsticks out of her mane...with her mane. She threw them into the air and caught them with her hooves. It was like the sticks were glued to the hooves. Curiously (and a little bit disturbed) Maud took the leg, which was very soft, in her hand and inspected the hoof. As it turned out, the pony was wearing a horseshoe. As it turned out, the stick were somehow sticking to the shoe. They barely even touched the rest of the hoof. "Come on, big sis!" Pinkie Pie pulled her hoof back. "Let's have breakfast." Pinkie Pie put her sticks away and placed herself on a chair at a table. Maud noticed that her somehow ponyfied sister made a fully fledged breakfast, complete with pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon. But for some reason Pinkie Pie was avoiding the latter two, which was odd. Almost every day Pinkie Pie ate bacon, sometimes eggs too. Instead there were some flowers in a plastic box, which was sitting next to Pinkie, who currently made herself a sandwich with those flowers! Feeling slightly overwhelmed this morning, Maud calmly made her way to the fridge, in order to get some cold milk out and freeze her brain for a couple of seconds. It always helped. However, when she opened the fridge, she found a lot of boxes inside that were basically filled with various flower heads. It was like half of the stuff that belonged to Pinkie Pie had been replaced with flowers. Ignoring this face to the best of her possibility, she took out the milk and went back to the table to pure herself a glass, keeping a close eye on the pony of course. She didn't really know how she should continue this conversation. Somehow her little sister was a pony and was also convinced she had been her entire life. Actually, after everything that's been happening, she should have seen something like this coming. None of those thoughts were visible on Maud Pie's face. Many people thought she was pretty emotionless. Which wasn't true at all. It was pretty obvious that she had tons of emotions. They just had to look of how she cared about her pet rock boulder. As Maud was debating with herself on how to approach the situation, both Pies could heard something shatter in the hallway. Looking over, they found their sister Limestone standing in the hallway, having dropped a vase she needed to do for art classes. She stared at Pinkie Pie for a couple of seconds, her left eye twitching, hands shaking and beads of sweats running down her face. "Good morning, Limestone!" Pinkie greeted. Limestone for her part looked over to Maud. "Am I high?" "...I don't think so." Maud replied. "Unless you're seeing something else than a pink colored pony, with three balloons on each side of her flank." "I need a fucking drink." With that said, Limestone made her way into the basement. "Jeez, I wonder what got her so riled up." Pinkie Pie stated, before stuffing 20 pancakes into her mouth. Unnoticed by both of them, their last sister Marble Pie had been watching everything and was now cowering in a corner, shaking in fear. "It is happening. It is happening. The ponycalypse is finally happening." Sisterly careSweetie Belle wasn’t known in her family to be an early riser. However today was a little different. Why? She had no idea. The entire night she had have trouble sleeping and when she heard her sister humming a little tune, while going downstairs, probably preparing breakfast. Seeing as falling asleep now of all times would be pointless, the girl sat up in bed and turned off her alarm clock, before it even started ringing. Letting out a yawn, the girl stretched her arms, making her feel at least slightly better. Without even bothering to change or comb her hair, Sweetie made her way downstairs, knowing she had plenty of time doing those things later, when she was actually awake and could think properly. As she opened the door, she could hear her sister’s humming a little better. Given that Rarity was also a rock band member, Sweetie Belle sometimes wondered if Rarity would give up on her career as a tailor and become a fully fledged band member. But Sweetie knew better. Her sister was obsessed with fashion to a degree that it was almost worrisome. Almost. Arriving at the halfway open kitchen door, Sweetie could hear not only Rarity, but also something being fried in the pan. From the smell of things she was making pancakes and eggs. Feeling her mouth being flooded with water, Sweetie opened the door and said: “Morning Rarityyyyy....*yawn*” Or rather she groaned, as the yawn appeared out of nowhere. “Sweetie Belle! You’re up ear- GAAAH! Your hair!” Rarity exclaimed, fainting by the sight of it. The girl ignored her sister’s antics and placed herself on the table. Her sister in the meantime had “miraculously” recovered and was levitating two plates, knives and forks towards the table, all the while saying: “Sweetie Belle, what did you do to your hair?!” “Nothing.” Sweetie muttered just loud enough for her sister to hear. “I still need to comb it.” “Oh, well that is a relief.” Rarity said in all honesty. “So, dearest sister of mine, what makes you join me so early in the morning? Normally I have to knock at your door, to get you up.” “Yeah…” Sweetie Belle placed her arms on the table and laid her head on top of them. “I didn’t sleep well…” “Oh, you poor dear. Come here.” Rarity made her way around the table, making a clip clopping sound with each step. Her sister frowned, annoyed at the sound, but that frown was quickly replaced by a smile, when she felt her older sister pulling her down and nuzzling her face. It somehow felt really soft and cuddly. Sweetie Belle felt somewhat disappointed, when it ended. “Now then, since you’re down here already, let’s have some breakfast.” Sweetie Belle nodded, feeling the urge to yawn once again. She shook her head clear and rubbed the final pieces of sleep out of her eyes, which finally adjusted to the bright light in the kitchen. Her gaze fell upon her sister, who just had taken her place on the opposite side of the table.Eyes widening, Sweetie let out a surprised shriek, jumping in her chair, accidentally landing a bit much to the left, resulting in her to fall of completely. Rarity, who had only seen the fall, shouted her sister’s name, quickly jumping off her own chair and galloping to her sister, who landed uncomfortably on her back. “Sweetie Belle, are you alright?” the pony asked, putting a hoof on her sister’s shoulder. Sweetie in return looked towards the hoof, upon feeling it’s impact on her shoulder. She let out another shriek, upon realizing what exactly touched her. The suddenness of the scream caused Rarity to unintentionally jump backwards. The younger girl used the opportunity to crawl backwards. Her escape was cut short by the kitchen wall behind her. Her head unfortunately made contact with said wall, which sent a jolt of pain through her head. Sweetie cringed, putting both hands on the back of her head. “Sweetie Belle!” Along with worry, confusion could be heard from Rarity’s voice. The mare quickly approached the human, wanting to find out why her sister was acting the way she was. “Sweetie Belle, are you alright? Why did you scream like this?” the unicorn asked concerned. Sweetie however was too much preoccupied with tending her head injury, than listening to the pony unicorn in the kitchen. Being the older sibling, Rarity just knew what she had to do. Pulling up a chair with her magic, Rarity jumped onto it, like her cat Opalescence did usually. Ever so softly, Rarity titled Sweetie’s head with her magic. The unicorn could feel the girl tense up under her magic grip, but as she suspected, the tension left Sweetie Belle, once Rarity planted a gentle kiss on the spot, where the girl hit her head. The unicorn followed the kiss by gently blowing on the same spot. “Feeling better?” Rarity asked, dismissing her magic and gently stroking her sister’s head. Sweetie Belle, not feeling the strange grip around her head anymore, looked up towards the unicorn that somehow looked like her sister and even had the same voice. “R-rarity?” “Yes…?” The older sibling waited patiently for her sister to come out of her shell. “Is...is that really you?” the human pointed a finger at the pony. Said pony blinked, not expecting that particular question. “Of course, it’s me.” Rarity pointed a hoof at myself, feeling ever so slightly offended. “Why?” Rarity gasped. “Did I accidentally mix up mane dye with my shampoo again?!” Panicking just a little bit, Rarity summoned a small mirror, letting it fly around her head, while frantically looking at her reflection from different angles. Finding nothing wrong, she dismissed the mirror and let out a sigh of relief. “False alarm. Now then, what is it, you…” Rarity trailed off, finding her sister staring at her with child like wonder. “You’re a unicorn.” Sweetie whispered just loud enough for Rarity to hear. “Why...yes, I am. Nothing unusual, after all.” “YOU’RE A UNICORN!” Sweetie squealed in a high pitched voice, causing Rarity to freeze in her position and her fur standing up, as if she had gotten an electric shock. Before the unicorn could catch herself, her humanely sister had took her into the arms and sped off towards the bathroom. “Sweetie Belle! Let me go this instant! Sweetie Belle! Wait, what are you doing with that brush? No, no, no! No! Let go of me! No! If this is about breakfast, I promise I’ll let you help next time. Nooooooooooooooooo! My beautiful MA~A~A~A~A~ANE!!!!!!!!”
Dad, I can fly to school. Let me sleep.Author's Note I am stuck in an endless limbo of crazy ideas. HELP ME!!! Also, I now know what kind of trash I am able to write in half an hour. Yes, this thing is rushed, HELL! I don't know if I'll ever update this! Just do what you always do and watch what my head came up this time. And if you really, REALLY want it, I can write another chapter, which won't be rushed. Just tell me, who I should write about next time, but not Sunset. She's living alone in this universe. Dad, I can fly to school. Let me sleep. Rainbow Blaze looked up from his sports magazine and at the clock. He couldn't help but chuckle. His daughter was sleeping in again. The man was remembered of his own childhood. He and his daughter were quite alike in a lot of ways and he didn't just mean the looks. He too used to sleep in a lot. Actually, if it wouldn't be for his wife Rainbowshine, he still wouldn't be able to get up in the morning. Another thing the father and daughter had in common was their love for sport. Every Saturday, the two would sit down on the couch and watch the sports channel. Sometimes instead of watching sports, they would still up to this day play soccer against each other. After another minute of waiting, Rainbow Blaze put the magazine away and decided to try something out his own father used on him, when he slept in. And incidentally, his wife used it as well. He slowly opened the door to use daughter's bedroom, in order to not wake her up. She had the blankets thrown over her entire body and was snoring soundly. Grinning like a little boy, Rainbow Blaze sneaked up to the bed. He silently cursed, when his foot hit something on the ground, but luckily his daughter didn't wake up. Looking down, he found his Rainbow Dash's alarm clock. Or at least what was left of it. With a raised eyebrow, the father continued his quest, until he arrived at the edge of the bed. He got into position, readied his arms and... "WAKE UUUUUPPPPP!" he shouted, while literally throwing his daughter off the bed. "Wha-OW!! What the hell!?!?" came the muffled scream. Rainbow Blaze accidentally threw the blanket with his daughter to the ground. She was still covered by the thing. "Rise and shine, Dash. Or else you're gonna be late at school again." Rainbow Dash groaned in response and started shuffling under her covers. Rainbow Blaze in the meantime turned on the lights, in order to further "help" the girl to fully wake up. However, when he did, he noticed that the pile on the ground was pretty small. It didn't quite look like that there was a teenage girl under the cover. In fact, as soon as the cover was removed, it didn't reveal a grumpy girl, but rather a grumpy horse. With wings! "What the fuck?!" Rainbow Blaze exclaimed, looking down at the blue horse. Not only did this thing had the same skin or rather fur color like his daughter, but its eyes were as huge as the ones of a human. Plus, they were the same color as his daughter's. Not to mention the mane and tail! "Jeez, you're really loud today Dad." And apparently the horse had her voice too. "R-Rainbow Dash?" "Who else? What are you-? Hey, wait a minute! I could have easily slept for another twenty minutes!" Rainbow flew up to her clock, at the wall. "Why'd you wake me so early? You know I can easily fly to school!" Rainbow flew in front of her father and showed her wings to him. "W-what the...?! Rainbow Dash! You're a horse!!" "Pony." Rainbow corrected automatically, before she blinked at the exclamation. "Why are you acting so surprised? I am your daughter after all." "W-what?!" Rainbow Blaze couldn't belief what he was hearing. Screw that, he couldn't belief what he was seeing! A horse...pony-pegasus thing with a butt tattoo! "Am I drunk?" "Drunk?" Rainbow cocked her head. Then all of the sudden her expression changed to one of...understanding? "Oh, I get it. Seriously Dad? You were never good at pranking others. Heck, half the time no one but you understands what you're doing." "W-whu?" Rainbow Dash frowned. It seemed like her dad was not trying to prank her. He seemed genuinely confused. That reminded her that he had been drinking quite a lot last evening. "I think you should go a little easy on the booze, you know. Remember last year? When you hit the eggs with the frying pan and then fried them on the bare stove?" Rainbow Blaze did indeed remember that day. It included actually much more, like his wife hanging down from a ceiling, a rope wrapped around her leg. Ah, that had been some good booze. Did he overdid it once again and was hallucinating? "Maybe I really need to lay off..." he muttered. Rainbow Dash got closer to her father's face, causing the latter to take a step back and sniffed the air. "Well, I don't smell anything, so you're good to drive to work. But seriously, you don't want mom to throw another fit do you?" Rainbow Blaze just nodded at what he assumed to be his hallucination. Possible dream figure. "Alright? Anyway, I'm gonna nap for a little longer. And you better get some coffee or whatever." The pegasus forcefully pushed her father out of her room and shut the door. Dumbstruck, Rainbow Blaze wasn't sure if the past 3 minutes really happened or if he really drank too much yesterday. I mean, my daughter? A winged horse? I think my imagination is right. I really should lay off the booze. With that in mind, Rainbow Blaze went back into the kitchen, in order to get himself some ice water against the hangover he thought he had. Why he didn't have any headaches, who knows? A headache less hangover was still more possible, than having a pony daughter. 20 minutes later, Rainbow Blaze dared to go to his daughter's bedroom again. She only could make it in time to school now, if he would give her a ride in his car. However, before he even reached the door it slammed open and revealed a cyan blur flying at top speeds towards the kitchen. Spinning around, Blaze found the pegasus from earlier opening the window. "Hey dad, gotta jet, gonna have breakfast at Sugercube's, see ya later!" And with that the pegasus flew out of the window, leaving a rainbow trail behind her. Like any rational person, Blaze convinced himself that his daughter for once went to school early and that he really had way too much booze the day before.
Pony and Sugar equals Pinkie PieAuthor's Note Don't you DARE ask about the last sentence! Pony and Sugar equals Pinkie Pie "Lalalalalalalalalala!" Maud Pie heard her sister Pinkie Pie sing in the kitchen, like she usually did every Monday. On Tuesdays she would whistle a tune, on Wednesdays she was especially jumpy, on Thursdays she tended to dance with Gummy. She once invited Boulder, but he wasn't much of dancer. Friday to Sunday was pretty much unpredictable, so there was at least some variety. After she finished brushing her teeth, Maud comped her bed hair, she somehow got last night. Normally she could fall asleep on a moment's notice, if needed, but she something kept her awake for three straight hours. She couldn't really describe it, except maybe call it a gut feeling. One that told her that something bad was going to happen. But she didn't let that faze her. There actually wasn't much that could faze her, especially after what happened at Canterlot High those past months. You'd need to do something extreme, in order to get a reaction out of her. Something like her little sister turning into a pony. "Pinkie Pie?" Maud called out her...she supposed her sister. "Good morning, Maud!" Pinkie Pony Pie greeted the human with a cheery wave of her hoof, which was adorable to say the least. While the older girl was distracted, the pony balanced a couple of plates on her back and bounced around placing them on the table. "Pinkie...you're a pony." Maud stated. "Well, DUH-UH! Of course I'm a pony, Maud! I have always been a pony." Pinkie Pie stated as a matter of fact. "...?" Maud looked at what she assumed to be her little sister quizzically. "Pinkie. You have been a human just yesterday." "What?!" Pinkie zoomed in right in front of her sister's face. "Where? When? When was I a human? Is this like being a werewolf, like every full moon I turn into a human? How could I have missed something like this?!" Maud blinked once. "Pinkie Pie, what do you remember of yesterday? Only the important stuff." Maud added, knowing that her sister will talk non-stop else. And they didn't had the time at that moment. "Well I woke up, still a pony, then we had breakfast, we went to school, I stayed a little longer for band practice with my friends-" "Stop." Pinkie Pie stopped talking, still smiling. "Pinkie Pie, how do you hold your drumsticks without hands?" "Easy." Pinkie Pie pulled her drumsticks out of her mane...with her mane. She threw them into the air and caught them with her hooves. It was like the sticks were glued to the hooves. Curiously (and a little bit disturbed) Maud took the leg, which was very soft, in her hand and inspected the hoof. As it turned out, the pony was wearing a horseshoe. As it turned out, the stick were somehow sticking to the shoe. They barely even touched the rest of the hoof. "Come on, big sis!" Pinkie Pie pulled her hoof back. "Let's have breakfast." Pinkie Pie put her sticks away and placed herself on a chair at a table. Maud noticed that her somehow ponyfied sister made a fully fledged breakfast, complete with pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon. But for some reason Pinkie Pie was avoiding the latter two, which was odd. Almost every day Pinkie Pie ate bacon, sometimes eggs too. Instead there were some flowers in a plastic box, which was sitting next to Pinkie, who currently made herself a sandwich with those flowers! Feeling slightly overwhelmed this morning, Maud calmly made her way to the fridge, in order to get some cold milk out and freeze her brain for a couple of seconds. It always helped. However, when she opened the fridge, she found a lot of boxes inside that were basically filled with various flower heads. It was like half of the stuff that belonged to Pinkie Pie had been replaced with flowers. Ignoring this face to the best of her possibility, she took out the milk and went back to the table to pure herself a glass, keeping a close eye on the pony of course. She didn't really know how she should continue this conversation. Somehow her little sister was a pony and was also convinced she had been her entire life. Actually, after everything that's been happening, she should have seen something like this coming. None of those thoughts were visible on Maud Pie's face. Many people thought she was pretty emotionless. Which wasn't true at all. It was pretty obvious that she had tons of emotions. They just had to look of how she cared about her pet rock boulder. As Maud was debating with herself on how to approach the situation, both Pies could heard something shatter in the hallway. Looking over, they found their sister Limestone standing in the hallway, having dropped a vase she needed to do for art classes. She stared at Pinkie Pie for a couple of seconds, her left eye twitching, hands shaking and beads of sweats running down her face. "Good morning, Limestone!" Pinkie greeted. Limestone for her part looked over to Maud. "Am I high?" "...I don't think so." Maud replied. "Unless you're seeing something else than a pink colored pony, with three balloons on each side of her flank." "I need a fucking drink." With that said, Limestone made her way into the basement. "Jeez, I wonder what got her so riled up." Pinkie Pie stated, before stuffing 20 pancakes into her mouth. Unnoticed by both of them, their last sister Marble Pie had been watching everything and was now cowering in a corner, shaking in fear. "It is happening. It is happening. The ponycalypse is finally happening."
Sisterly careSweetie Belle wasn’t known in her family to be an early riser. However today was a little different. Why? She had no idea. The entire night she had have trouble sleeping and when she heard her sister humming a little tune, while going downstairs, probably preparing breakfast. Seeing as falling asleep now of all times would be pointless, the girl sat up in bed and turned off her alarm clock, before it even started ringing. Letting out a yawn, the girl stretched her arms, making her feel at least slightly better. Without even bothering to change or comb her hair, Sweetie made her way downstairs, knowing she had plenty of time doing those things later, when she was actually awake and could think properly. As she opened the door, she could hear her sister’s humming a little better. Given that Rarity was also a rock band member, Sweetie Belle sometimes wondered if Rarity would give up on her career as a tailor and become a fully fledged band member. But Sweetie knew better. Her sister was obsessed with fashion to a degree that it was almost worrisome. Almost. Arriving at the halfway open kitchen door, Sweetie could hear not only Rarity, but also something being fried in the pan. From the smell of things she was making pancakes and eggs. Feeling her mouth being flooded with water, Sweetie opened the door and said: “Morning Rarityyyyy....*yawn*” Or rather she groaned, as the yawn appeared out of nowhere. “Sweetie Belle! You’re up ear- GAAAH! Your hair!” Rarity exclaimed, fainting by the sight of it. The girl ignored her sister’s antics and placed herself on the table. Her sister in the meantime had “miraculously” recovered and was levitating two plates, knives and forks towards the table, all the while saying: “Sweetie Belle, what did you do to your hair?!” “Nothing.” Sweetie muttered just loud enough for her sister to hear. “I still need to comb it.” “Oh, well that is a relief.” Rarity said in all honesty. “So, dearest sister of mine, what makes you join me so early in the morning? Normally I have to knock at your door, to get you up.” “Yeah…” Sweetie Belle placed her arms on the table and laid her head on top of them. “I didn’t sleep well…” “Oh, you poor dear. Come here.” Rarity made her way around the table, making a clip clopping sound with each step. Her sister frowned, annoyed at the sound, but that frown was quickly replaced by a smile, when she felt her older sister pulling her down and nuzzling her face. It somehow felt really soft and cuddly. Sweetie Belle felt somewhat disappointed, when it ended. “Now then, since you’re down here already, let’s have some breakfast.” Sweetie Belle nodded, feeling the urge to yawn once again. She shook her head clear and rubbed the final pieces of sleep out of her eyes, which finally adjusted to the bright light in the kitchen. Her gaze fell upon her sister, who just had taken her place on the opposite side of the table.Eyes widening, Sweetie let out a surprised shriek, jumping in her chair, accidentally landing a bit much to the left, resulting in her to fall of completely. Rarity, who had only seen the fall, shouted her sister’s name, quickly jumping off her own chair and galloping to her sister, who landed uncomfortably on her back. “Sweetie Belle, are you alright?” the pony asked, putting a hoof on her sister’s shoulder. Sweetie in return looked towards the hoof, upon feeling it’s impact on her shoulder. She let out another shriek, upon realizing what exactly touched her. The suddenness of the scream caused Rarity to unintentionally jump backwards. The younger girl used the opportunity to crawl backwards. Her escape was cut short by the kitchen wall behind her. Her head unfortunately made contact with said wall, which sent a jolt of pain through her head. Sweetie cringed, putting both hands on the back of her head. “Sweetie Belle!” Along with worry, confusion could be heard from Rarity’s voice. The mare quickly approached the human, wanting to find out why her sister was acting the way she was. “Sweetie Belle, are you alright? Why did you scream like this?” the unicorn asked concerned. Sweetie however was too much preoccupied with tending her head injury, than listening to the pony unicorn in the kitchen. Being the older sibling, Rarity just knew what she had to do. Pulling up a chair with her magic, Rarity jumped onto it, like her cat Opalescence did usually. Ever so softly, Rarity titled Sweetie’s head with her magic. The unicorn could feel the girl tense up under her magic grip, but as she suspected, the tension left Sweetie Belle, once Rarity planted a gentle kiss on the spot, where the girl hit her head. The unicorn followed the kiss by gently blowing on the same spot. “Feeling better?” Rarity asked, dismissing her magic and gently stroking her sister’s head. Sweetie Belle, not feeling the strange grip around her head anymore, looked up towards the unicorn that somehow looked like her sister and even had the same voice. “R-rarity?” “Yes…?” The older sibling waited patiently for her sister to come out of her shell. “Is...is that really you?” the human pointed a finger at the pony. Said pony blinked, not expecting that particular question. “Of course, it’s me.” Rarity pointed a hoof at myself, feeling ever so slightly offended. “Why?” Rarity gasped. “Did I accidentally mix up mane dye with my shampoo again?!” Panicking just a little bit, Rarity summoned a small mirror, letting it fly around her head, while frantically looking at her reflection from different angles. Finding nothing wrong, she dismissed the mirror and let out a sigh of relief. “False alarm. Now then, what is it, you…” Rarity trailed off, finding her sister staring at her with child like wonder. “You’re a unicorn.” Sweetie whispered just loud enough for Rarity to hear. “Why...yes, I am. Nothing unusual, after all.” “YOU’RE A UNICORN!” Sweetie squealed in a high pitched voice, causing Rarity to freeze in her position and her fur standing up, as if she had gotten an electric shock. Before the unicorn could catch herself, her humanely sister had took her into the arms and sped off towards the bathroom. “Sweetie Belle! Let me go this instant! Sweetie Belle! Wait, what are you doing with that brush? No, no, no! No! Let go of me! No! If this is about breakfast, I promise I’ll let you help next time. Nooooooooooooooooo! My beautiful MA~A~A~A~A~ANE!!!!!!!!”
