The designer was in her work room, sewing a suit for a young colt who came in only two days ago with his mother. The sweet young pony was going to his oldest sister’s wedding in only a few days. Rarity had been working her hardest to get the outfit finished for the young boy. The sewing machine was the only sound heard in that room, besides Opal’s occasional meows on the mare’s floor.
Knock knock...
A knock was heard on Rarity’s door. She turned her head, looking through her glasses across the room
“Come in,” She called across the room.
Sweetie Belle came trotting inside with a triumphant grin on her face. She happily jumped to her sister and smiled up at her. The filly’s crusader cape flowing behind her. Rarity grinned at the filly, turning her hips to face the young pony. She placed her hooves on the ground, lightly hopping off her chair.
"What is with such a proud face?" Rarity asked.
"Me and the Crusaders just got two twins to find their cutie marks!" Sweetie Belle squeaked.
Rarity smiled. "How cute. Now, what were their talents?" The unicorn asked.
Sweetie Belle placed a hoof on her chin, glancing at the floor beneath her. "I can't quite remember one of them, but-but I do know one ended up getting a baking cutie mark!"
Rarity smiled. "That's great, darling." The mare turned back to her work. "I must finish this outfit by tomorrow, could you fo color or something until I'm done?"
Sweetie Belle frowned. She was disappointed she couldn't spend time with her sister, but she knew how Rarity was about her designing. So, she agreed and bounded out of the room and into her own room. Rarity sighed and propped herself back onto her chair, placing her hooves delicately onto the suit as she turned the machine back on.
Sweetie Belle pushed her door open to enter her room. She found a few dresses Rarity has sewn for her hung up, her dresser sitting beside it. She hopped onto her bed, letting magic illuminate from her horn to bring a small book with her. She paused, holding the story gently in her front hooves. It was a small book, with not many pages, but Sweetie Belle had always adored it since several years ago. It was of a pony model who was disrupted by her family but found no matter the distraction she could still do what she loved.
The filly opened the book, reading intently. The pages had a few rough edges, but Sweetie Belle didn't mind. Once she finished the book, she took another one. Reading about several artists and musicians.
Rarity was in the kitchen that evening, stirring herself some tea. Sweetie Belle turned around the corner to find her sister humming by the stove, waving her flank side to side slowly and occasionally. The foal came to her sister, hesitating to call her name. When she did, Rarity jumped to the sudden voice. This made Rarity hit her hoof on the stove, burning her wrist. The mare squeaked and dropped to the floor, holding her right hoof with her left. She quickly wobbled to the sink, pouring cool water onto her hoof. She was whimpering, Sweetie Belle feeling a high level of guilt.
"Rarity!" She squealed. "I am so so so sorry!"
"What do you think you are doing?!" Rarity snapped, shocking Sweetie Belle.
Rarity realized what she had done and tried apologizing to her sister. But they both knew the mare was angered by the filly's decision. Rarity sighed, telling Sweetie Belle to sit at the table while she went to wrap her hoof.
The unicorn returned, her right wrist bandaged. She had a slight limp in her step as she came into the room. The kettle was screaming the regular high pitched screach.
The two sisters didn't speak for the rest of the night until they went to bed. Sweetie Belle had called "Goodnight," but Rarity only paused in her doorway before closing it. Sweetie Belle looked down as she came into her own room, curling up under the covers and slowly drifting off to sleep.
Sweetie Belle's mind was filled with nightmares and only nightmares that night. Nightmares of being stripped of her white fur. Her horn ripped from her skull. Her hooves being slaughtered. Her chest slowly opening, her heart being roughly taken out. Blood poured from her mouth, screams filling the room.
Sweetie Belle shot up, gasping and panting. Tears welled in her eyes, a few strolling down her cheeks. She pat herself down to make sure she was alright, a normal reaction after a nightmare like that. She looked around at the room. Darkness overwhelmed it. She clutched tighter to he blanket before reluctantly going to Rarity's room.
The hallway was filled with black. She could barely make out the room doors, along with the stairs. The filly felt the walls as she walked down the hall, hoping to find her sister's room quickly. She came across the familiar doorknob of the designer's room. Sweetie Belle hesitated, but pushed open the door.
Rarity's occasional small snores filled the room. Sweetie Belle could see only the small silhouette of her sister's pony lump under the covers, slowly rising and falling each breath.
After the incident earlier that day, Sweetie Belle felt a sudden urge not to awake her sister. But she gulped, knowing it was either get Rarity slightly annoyed, or go back to her own dark room where nightmares await her.
She slowly walked to the mare's bed, lifting her hooves and gently placing them down on the side. The covers were soft and silky. Rarity shifted slightly, making Sweetie Belle tense. She propped herself onto the bed, stumbling the slightest bit, but catching herself before falling on her older sister.
With strong hesitance, Sweetie Belle placed her hooves on Rarity's shoulders and shook her gently. Rarity moaned in annoyance before replying, "Hello?"
"Uh... I-I," Sweetie Belle stuttered. She gulped. "I had a nightmare..."
Rarity lifted herself up on her left hoof. Her eyebrow was cocked. "What kind of nightmare?"
Sweetie Belle gulped again. She didn't want to tell her exactly what happened. She'd be mortified. "Uh...a v-violent one..."
Rarity shrugged. "I'm sure it's fine," She laid back in bed. "Just go back to sleep."
"B-but!" Sweetie Belle persisted. "C-can't I...sleep in your room..?"
Rarity reopened her eyes. She sat up again, looking at Sweetie Belle with more confusion. She never wanted to sleep with her sister ever since she was younger. Around 2 years or so. Rarity groaned, closing her eyes. She fell back onto her bed.
"Fine," Sweetie Belle grinned before snuggling up under the blankets. "As long as you don't snore loudly."
Sweetie Belle awoke to an empty bedside next to her. She propped herself pright, rubbing her eyes with her right hoof. She found the sheets messy on Rarity's side.
Odd... Sweetie Belle thought. Rarity normally makes her bed when she wakes up.
Rarity wasn't in the room at all. She wasn't owkring on the small suit which she had due that day. Sweetie Belle jumped out of the covers, a small thud underneath her. She went to Rarity's desk to find the half done suit. The normal thurst for Rarity's pride filled the small filly.
Sweetie Belle smirked at the fabric, then at the door. She hopped onto the designer chair, placing her hooves on the suit. She didn't know exactly how to use a sewing machine, but she could figure it out. She turned on the machine and began stitching.
Shit! Sweetie Belle thought. She felt guilt at the curse, but no one could hear her. The suit was messy and the stitching was awful. Not to mention the fact Sweetie Belle got stabbed about four times using the machine.
"Sweetie Belle?" Her heart plummeted. I'm dead.
"Oh! Uh...H-hi Rarity..."
"What are you-" Rarity's face contorted with fear. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY OUTFIT?!"
Sweetie Belle fell off the chair at Rarity's sudden cuss and scream. "I am so s-sorry! I only wanted to-"
"Shut up!" Rarity took the mangled suit out from under the machine. "Look at this! This is a-"
Ding dong.
Rarity looked as if she was about to cry. She growled and told Sweetie Belle that she will deal with her later. She galloped out of the room and down the stairs. Greeting the mare was the mother of the colt Rarity had been assigned to make the suit for.
"Hello, Rarity!" The mare happily said. "Do you have the outfit?"
Rarity fought back tears. "Hehe, well. I did, but you see..."
"Dide you not finish?" The colt asked.
"Well, I was about to. I only had a few more stitching. But, my sister...she uh..." Rarity gulped. "She thought she would help, but it turned into this..."
The mare gasped at the suit. The sleeve was stitched into the torso, the bottom was stitched together then ripped, the collar, oh the collar. It was ripped everywhere.
"Oh my God..." The mother said. She then glared at Rarity before clearing her throat. "I'm sorry for troubling you. Obviously you couldn't handle my son's wishes." Rarity felt her stomach twist.
"He can wear a plain bowtie. Let's go, TriBlaze," The mare turned away, her son following.
When they left, Rarity fell to her knees sobbing. All her work. All her hard work. Ruined. That mother and colt probably thought she wasn't good enough to be a designer.
The unicorn opened her eyes, tears still falling down her cheeks. She found her bandaged hoof from the burn the night before. Rarity gasped softly. Sweetie Belle had been a pain for the past week. Being forgetul, clumsy, then she burned her sister's wrist. What happens next? Completely ruins Rarity's hard work.
A spark filled her thoughts. What a wonderful mane Sweetie Belle had. Rarity grinned. New outfit? She thought yes.
Sweetie Belle paced. She felt awful. She thought of the tears and anger that filled Rarity's eyes. The scream as Sweetie Belle fell off the chair.
She heard the door behind her open. Sweetie Belle turned around to find Rarity having her mascara wet and falling down the sides of her face. This put Sweetie Belle on the verge of tears.
"Sweetie Belle," Rarity said softly.
"Y-yes?"
"Will you help me with something?" Sweetie Belle tensed but nodded. Rarity smiled as she closed the door behind her. Sweetie Belle tensed more as her sister locked the door. She strolled over to the window, closing the curtians.
The room was quite dark now, making Sweetie Belle rather uncomfortable. Rarity looked over her sholder at Sweetie Belle while smiling. Sweetie Belle nervously smiled back. What was going on? What was Rarity doing?
"Did I tell you how much I loved your mane?" Rarity stated, running one hoof down the side of Sweetie Belle's hair.
"Uh...n-no you haven't-" Sweetie Belle squealed as the unicorn ripped a clump of hair out of her younger sister's head. Sweetie Belle fell to the floor, gasping at her sister.
Rarity inspected the clump and grinned at Sweetie Belle. She strolled to her desk, placing it lightly over top of it. The filly didn't understand what just happened. Then, Rarity picked up her scissors. Sweetie Belle's terror rose as Rarity limped to her younger sister. Her bandage was slightly slipping of the side of her wrist, showing an awful scorch mark.
"Ah! R-Rarity!" Sweetie Belle whimpered as Rarity dragged her by the mane to her desk. Rarity picked up the filly's hair in both her hooves, levitating the blades with her magic.
Sweetie Belle whimpered, feeling her hair fall to the ground. Sweetie Belle tried to escape, causing Rarity to cut the tip of the small unicorn's ear. Sweetie Belle shreaked in agony.
Rarity growled. "Hold still you whiny foal!"
Sweetie Belle began to cry. Rarity growled, cutting more hair until her little sister only had an inch of hair on her head. She placed the clumps of hair down onto the desk and smiled triumphantly. She turned again and saw the anguish on her sister's face. It filled her with a sickening sense of joy.
She then found Sweetie Belle's horn. It's green magic it had was beautiful. Rarity had always a small hint of jealousy. She grinned, her face sinister. She walked to Sweetie Belle, who was crying on the floor. She looked at her sister with fear and sadness in her eyes.
Rarity lifted the filly's chin, forcing her to look into her eyes. Sweetie Belle found only bad intentions in the mare's eyes.
"Beautifl horn," Sweetie Belle's heart dropped to her stomach.
Rarity grasped her sister's horn. Sweetie Belle starting crying and screaming. This angered Rarity. With strong force, the designer tugged at the foal's horn, as if when taking out a tooth. Sweetie Belle cried out in pain. Rarity tugged again, stronger this time. She could feel the horn loosening, along with a circle of red following the horn. Rarity grinned at this and tugged. Sweetie Belle screamed, as she felt her horn loosen from her skull. Blood came through the fur, slowly pouring down the poor foal's head.
Sweetie Belle was crying loudly, pain and sadness filling her body. Rarity gave one last tug, and she ripped the horn from her sister's skull. Sweetie Belle shreaked loudly, almost like a Siren. This once again angered the unicorn. She covered the filly's mouth with her burnt hoof to silence her.
Tears were flooding down Sweetie Belle's cheeks. She opened her eyes to look at Rarity. She nearly fainted and wanted to gag at the sight of her bloodied horn. Rarity was admiring it, cherishing it. She grinned at the smaller unicorn before placing the horn with the mane.
Sweetie Belle felt dizzy from the blood oozing from her head. Rarity noticed this, and quickly wrapped it with thre layers of fabric. The foal thought it was out of guilt, or out of pity, but it wasn't.
"Can't have you dying on me so soon, darling," Rarity spoke.
Sweetie Belle whimpered. To her horror, she found her sister lifting a needle and thread with her magic. She glanced at her younger sister, smirking at her terror. She strolled back to the filly and began playfully poking her. Sweetie Belle flinched at every small stab. She watched as Rarity put the thread through the small opening at the end of the needle.
The unicorn glanced at the door. It was locked, she knew, but from the inside. She could open it if she was fast enough. Then, she would race to the hospital, along with telling the police.
She wobbled, but sat up. Rarity hadn't seemed to notice. Sweetie Belle was weak and trembling, but she raced to the door. She could feel her heart pounding on her chest as she ran.
As she made it to the door, pain caught her flank. Sweetie Belle gasped as she fell to the floor. She lifted her hoof to the doorknob, shaking.
Rarity grabbed Sweetie Belle by the tail, which sent another painful tugging sensation through the filly's body. Sweetie Belle looked down at her flank to find a needle with light purple thread through her cutie mark. Blood was slightly falling from it.
The fashionista glared down at her sister as she took the needle out. She lifted the needle along with Sweetie Belle's front hooves.
"What I had in mind at first wasn't this," said Rarity. "But this honestly sounds funner."
Sweetie Belle cried out in agony as Rarity plunged the needle through her wrists. She connected them together each pull of the thread. Sweetie Belle only wanted it to be over. Only wanted it to be a dream.
She cried once more as her hooves were fully stitched together. Rarity tied the thread into a knot before cutting off the needle. She smirked at what she had done to her little sister.
After a while of torture, Sweetie Belle's screams annoyed Rarity. To stop her annoyance, or bring it down, Rarity grabbed her scissors again.
This brought more fear in Sweetie Belle's muscles.
Rarity lifted Sweetie Belle's chin once more. She forcefully opened her sister's mouth and stretched out her tongue. Sweetie Belle whimpered, eyeing the scissors wearily.
Sweetie Belle tried to scream as Rarity cut out her tongue, but blood poured into her mouth, making her gag. Rarity then decided to rip another bone from Sweetie Belle's skull.
Her teeth.
One by one, Rarity tugged and tugged at the foal's gums until the tooth ripped out. Sweetie Belle gagged on her blood again when she screamed. It was about 15 minutes later until Sweetie Belle was left with only her gums. She was gagging and coughing out her blood. She wanted to throw up.
Rarity left her sister alone for a while, letting her whimpers and gags fill the room. She looked with satisfaction at her new toys: Sweetie Belle's mane, horn, tongue, now her teeth.
Rarity began to get bored of the whimpers of Sweetie Belle's crying, along with no longer having ways of playing with her. She was about ready to kill her, but another idea sparked in her mind. One more toy for her collection.
The mare ran to the kitchen, leaving her sister whimpering and crying. She paused, looking arond for something.
"Aha!" Rarity laughed as she picked up a large knife. She was about to go back upstairs until she got an even more violent, wicked idea.
Rarity turned the stove on and place the knife over it. She watched it turn red as she let it boil. Once she believed it was hot enough, she turned off the stove and ran back upstairs.
Sweetie Belle looked up and her eyes widened in horror at the sizzling knife. She tried to scream again but choked on her blood once again. Rarity flipped her sister onto her back and watched the blood-filled mouthed pony watch in terror as Rarity burned through Sweetie Belle's fur, her flesh. She cut open the pony's chest, showing great amounts of blood.
Sweetie Belle felt more blood coming up out of her throat. Since she was forced to lay on her back, she choked and gagged. Rarity giggled, but not her normal admirable giggle, oh, no. It was a psychotic giggle. A giggle no sane pony would have.
Rarity opened the two flaps of skin open wider, reavealing the filly's small heart. Rarity grinned and gently placed her hooves on the heart.
Sweetie Belle whimpered, but knew she was too close to death to be saved. She accepted her fate, and winced as Rarity ripped out her heart, the blood vessels detatching.
The small unicorn fell limp after doing so. Rarity gazed open-mouthed at the organ in her hooves. Her hooves were bloody and the heart was dripping more blood onto the small filly's shoulders. Rarity cackled and took it back to her toys.
She looked back at her dead sister. Her eyes were open and lifeless. Her mouth still gaping as blood fled from her throat. Rarity smirked again and walked back to the carcass. She lifted the knife back from the ground and glanced at the dead unicorn.
Rarity held the filly's carcass with one hoof, as she skinned the fur off Sweetie Belle.
Author's Note
Sheesh, my very first MLP creepypasta
If there are mistakes or any stupid errors I wouldn't be surprised. So I will be more than happy to hear critique, but critique on how to improve, not on how dumb the story seems. I still hope people actally like this however!
You may make your own sequals, readings, etc. to this if you'd like. I'd just like the credit. Along with you telling me so I can check it out!
