The Ponies

Dresses, dresses and more dresses. A mountain of gemstones with a snow-cap of dresses; their opalescent shine in perfect harmony to the tranquil night. The soft sensations of her hooves skating across the sequined fabric as she basked in the glint of the eyes of the handsome prince beside her; never fading in the slightest. Her movements were gentle and sophisticated as the two lovers danced under the moonlight; hooves around their partner’s neck. The…

Rarity awoke suddenly; her well-kept eyelids shooting up. She felt odd that she had roused so abruptly almost like somepony had just switched her sleep mode off. Normally for the unicorn and most other ponies, the feeling of sleep didn’t wear off immediately but this morning without even a stir she felt fully awake. It almost seemed unnatural and just then as if someone had popped the idea into her head her hooves began to twitch. No sooner had she woken up that her legs were already out of the bed covers and Rarity had leapt to her hooves, standing beside the bed. She took a glance at the alarm clock which had been set to wake her up in two hours’ time as it was a Sunday and the fashionista preferred to have a long lie since her boutique never received business on Sundays. Why had she been so eager to wake up then?

Rarity moaned as her head pounded for the longing of more sleep. She threw her hooves all over the place in annoyance and directly after questioned why she did so. The unicorn began to feel anxious as to what was happening this morning and proceeded to have a look around her room. Everything was as it should be. The window was left open the way she had left it last night so that the optimum gust of wind would blow into the room to greet her as she rose from slumber. None of her make-up items were out of place since she had tidied them up after her dear sister, Sweetie Belle, decided to get adventurous with the lipstick. She giggled at the thought although she had been pretty mad at the time. But there was nothing to suggest that anything had happened funnily yet thankfully enough.

Rarity was still stood near the bed and found it strange that she hadn’t moved an inch since getting up; almost as if she was waiting for something. She noticed that in the corner of the room were the dresses for the upcoming Grand Galloping Gala she was working on last night and so she started to walk over to check her patterns hadn’t crossed badly anywhere. But a moment later, the idea was taken from her head and she stopped, looking puzzled. Then it was as though the shower was beckoning her so she started towards the door and left the room. Maybe she assumed nothing would be wrong with them after all. She thought suspiciously about that during her shower.

“I don’t care if you need to use the bathroom! You can’t be in here while I am taking a shower!”

Sweetie Belle had just bolted into the room and attempted to use the toilet but on hearing her enter, the shocked sister pulled back the shower drapes to tell Sweetie Belle to get lost. The smaller unicorn was jumping up and down, pleading with her older sister to use the toilet. Rarity simply lifted her head and sternly told her desperate sister to wait outside until she was finished. Sweetie Belle scampered out of the room, having no time to say something in retaliation. Rarity resumed her shower.

Having dried herself off and feeling more refreshed, Rarity’s mind had already thought of the next thing to do – have breakfast. She opened the door to find a rather ripe Sweetie Belle sobbing uncontrollably on the floor; drenched from the puddle she was lying in. She had appeared to have wet herself.

Rarity moved to comfort her sister but found that her legs were simply walking around the upset filly and her mind was still focused on the fridge downstairs. Hmm…perhaps she needn’t get involved. Rarity was just about to make her way downstairs when she felt the idea of breakfast go from her mind quite like the thought of the dresses earlier and soon stopped. She then got a sensation to go and cheer up Sweetie Belle and retraced her steps back to her sister’s side. Perhaps she changed her mind?

The elder unicorn put a hoof on the crying filly’s shoulder and spoke softly to her.

“Sweetie Belle, are you alright? I apologise profusely about denying you to use the toilet; I didn’t realise you needed to go this bad.”

The younger sister looked up at her big sister’s worried expression, wiping her excess snot away from her face. “Sniff…sniff…yeah, I’m OK….sniff…”

“You had best wash up before anyone sees you, dear,” continued Rarity, gesturing towards the bathroom.

“Sniff…Okay…” said Sweetie Belle in a happier tone. She then got up slowly and stood there for a while.

The two sisters stood facing each other for a silent moment. Rarity wasn’t sure what to think. She had just told Sweetie Belle to take a shower and there she stood, not doing anything. Even stranger was that she herself had no urge to tell Sweetie Belle to go about doing it. The thought of the fridge had suddenly come back into her mind and she proceeded to return to her original task of making breakfast. Her sister must have been psychic though because just as Rarity began to move away, Sweetie Belle headed to the bathroom. Even though the majority of her body was on automatic drive, in her mind Rarity was freaking out.

The white unicorn descended down the stairs and entered the kitchen. The morning sun shone through the window and lit up the room, casting its light on the mahogany table to await the first feast of the day. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary here either; decoratively speaking of course when it came to her. Rarity wandered over to the fridge and opened it. There was nothing in it. Rarity couldn’t put her hoof on it but she swore she had heard just now some sound taunting her. Her stomach gurgled to remind her of the more important fact and she grunted at the empty fridge. How could they be out of food? Then again, when was the last time she had gone out to the store to get groceries? Her recent clients’ dresses had kept her very busy the last week and it must have slipped her mind to fill the draining fridge. Well, it seemed a trip to the market was in order.

Rarity exited the kitchen and picked her bag up from the living room table before going out the front door and out into Ponyville. That felt like the most natural thing that she had done all morning, the unicorn thought gladly.

The unicorn’s mouth formed into a mischievous grin as her view came over a different household.