Not in Ponyville anymore, that's for sure...
...Or welcome to Oz Sweetie Belle!
Ponyville, Carousel Boutique:
"Rarity, I'mm borrreeed!" Sweetie Belle, the younger sister of Ponyville's premere fashionista complained late one night. All around her, her toy box was strewn around the floor, as the younger unicorn had tried searching for something fun to do but nothing caught her eye unfortunately.
From behind Sweetie's bedroom door, the sound of Rarity huffing could be heard before the older unicorn entered the room groaning to herself. It was just her luck she'd been once again assigned by her parents to babysit her younger sister while they'd gone off to Neigh Orleans for the weekend.
"Can't you play with your toys?" Rarity asked. "You've got plenty of them." She added kindly.
"But I've played with them all, and nothing looks interesting to me right now!" Sweetie whined. Rarity sighed and rubbed her temples, this could be a problem. She loved her sister dearly, but Celestia above she could be headache inducing. (Applejack often said the same thing about her, but she couldn't decide exactly why.) Rarity then got a idea, and if it were possible a lightbulb would have appeared over her head. On a completely unrelated note, Rarity would later design a hat for just such a occasion.
Humming to herself, Rarity went over to some bookshelves that were in Sweetie's room and picked out a book and smiled.
"You know, this was my favorite book my mom used to read to me when I was younger." Rarity said, and Sweetie groaned as she caught the title of the book. It was "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz".
"The Wizard of Oz? But that's for babies!" Sweetie whined and Rarity chuckled as she shook her head.
"Oh darling, I wouldn't go that far. Just let me read it for you for five minutes, and who knows? You might actually like it." Rarity said kindly, with a smile as she sat down next to Sweetie on her bed. Sweetie huffed and crossed her forelegs even as Rarity began to read...
"Once apon a time, there was a little filly in Dodge Junction..." Rarity began and little by little, Sweetie began to become engrossed in the story and soon was fast asleep. Rarity smiled, got up off the bed and turned out the lights as she whispered "Good night little sis..." and shut the door.
Sweetie's Dream World, Manekin Land...
"Urgh... Where am I?" Sweetie murmured as she rubbed her head. She took a look around, and found she was still in her bedroom. The sun shown through a window, and outside birds sung far too happily for Sweetie's liking. She wanted to blast those birds with a spell that would tape their mouths shut. Groaning, Sweetie went downstairs and out the front door. What she saw next made her jaw drop.
All around her, was a small village with a golden brick pathway in the center and a extreme amount of blooming flowers, as if somepony had far too much fun in planting them and went wild. But the weirdest thing of all, and the most noticeable were ponies even smaller then her tending to gardens and bouncing around without a care in the world, not too far removed from Pinkie Pie's manner of travel. Then Sweetie heard a groaning sound and saw two hooves sticking out from under the Boutique, wearing red slippers. Suddenly, everyone else seemed to notice this as well and began cheering.
"Congrats, you've done it!" Silver Spoon, wearing a green top hat and matching suit cheered as she trotted up. She was as small as the rest of the villagers. "You killed the witch!"
"I-I didn't kill anypony!" Sweetie sputtered. "For all I know, she was under there to begin with!"
"No, she was there and you landed on her with your house!" Silver replied in a matter-of-factly tone.
"I don't even remember the house landing!" Sweetie sputtered back.
"Well it did, and that's that." Silver retorted in a tone that left no room for argument. Sweetie groaned, she was almost wishing for the real Silver Spoon. And then it began, starting quietly at first but then erupting like a tsunami.
"Ding dong, the witch is dead, ding dong the witch is dead!" The villagers chanted over and over. Sweetie Belle wanted to cover her ears from the chant, as it was rapidly getting under her skin. It reminded Sweetie far too much of the hoard of Pinkie Pies' chanting "Fun!" over and over.
Then everypony covered their ears as there was a loud crack of thunder as a pony with green skin and black witch robes and hat appeared. Sweetie gaped, it was her sister. Sweetie then began to wonder what the heck this could mean about her and her sister's relationship.
"You killed my sister! And for that, I shall lay a hex on you!" Rarity cackled with a pointing of her hoof, completing the stereotype.
"I'M YOUR SISTER!" Sweetie yelled in disbelief, a headache rapidly forming.
"I have no sister, except the one you killed, Horribelle, the Wicked Witch of the East!" Rarity retorted.
Sweetie gaped, this was just getting far past the point of ridiculous it wasn't even funny. Suddenly, a figure appeared dressed like Zorro and holding a sword in her hoof. Sweetie's eyes narrowed before they blinked, even with the costume she could she the orange fur and a little bit of a purple mane.
"YOU! The Wicked Witch of the West, I have come to say to you and your sister one thing and one thing only..." Scoot-Zorro (As that was the name Sweetie had rapidly come up with) said before she put a hoof over her heart and began something Sweetie could have sworn she rehearsed everyday.
"My name is Scootaloo Montoya, you killed my parents and my sister Rainbow Dash of Cloudsdale. Prepare to die!" Scootaloo said, as Sweetie gaped as she rubbed her head with one hoof. Her headache was throbbing now.
"I do hate to break this to you..." Rarity said mock-sweetly. "But I am now sisterless, that FILLY over there (Here she pointed to poor Sweetie) dropped a house on her!" Rarity said before she broke out into sobs. Sweetie wanted to point out she was Rarity's real sister, but figured that wouldn't help the situation any.
"Yes, and I suggest you leave before a house gets dropped on you too as well!" Silver snapped. Rarity growled before she vanished in a flash of green flame. At this point, Scootaloo turned to Sweetie and glared harshly at her and looked as if she was about to break down.
"I-Is it true? Did you really kill the evil Horribelle and deprive me of one half of my revenge?" Scootaloo sobbed before she pulled her sword on Sweetie who sighed in resignation. This was just too much.
"My name is Scootaloo Montoya, you deprived me of one half of my revenge. Prepare to die!" Scootaloo roared before she lunged. Sweetie squeaked before she ducked and quickly thought up a idea and faked some sobs.
"T-That evil witch, Rarity, she transported me here! I-I just want to get back home!" Sweetie sobbed and Scootaloo's expression softened.
"R-Really? That's horrible! How about we team up and take down Rarity!" Scootaloo exclaimed. "You can be my sidekick!"
Sweetie wanted to protest, she didn't want to be anyone's sidekick.
"Y-You're missing the point! I just want to go home!" Sweetie sobbed, not faking them this time. Silver Spoon took pity on her and suddenly spoke up.
"Weeelll, there is one way to get home. Go to the Emerald City, Princess Celestia surely has the knowledge to get you home to wherever you came from, strange and not at all look-alike to Horribelle!" Silver said, gesturing to the golden brick road that led into the fields beyond. In the distance, a Emerald City glistened. Sweetie took a look at it and shrugged.
"Well, it's bound to be no weirder then anything else around here..." Sweetie muttered as she set off, with Scootaloo following and shouting "Wait up! Wait up!"
"What is it?" Sweetie sighed in annoyance.
"There... There is something I must give you for good luck. It's part of Cloudsdale's culture!" Scootaloo exclaimed before she thrust her head forwards and planted a big kiss on Sweetie's muzzle, before everything turned to white...
Ponyville, Carousel Boutique, early morning:
Sweetie awoke with a start, still shocked from her dream. She was also wondering something else, did Cloudsdale pegasi really kiss goodbye for good luck? Then a thought struck her like a thunderbolt.
"WHAT THE HAY DOES THIS MEAN FOR OUR FRIENDSHIP!?!"
END
