The Worst Night Ever

by The Blue EM2


Act V

"Well yes, so my geode being overused is causing their clothing to change to such dramatic degrees," Rarity mused, her face the vision of horror. "But this has happened before, when in town in November last year!" She gathered her friends together, the other members of the Rainbooms coming together into a huddle. "We must fix this, and now, before my sister and her friends become the laughing stock of the entire town!"

"We kinda already have," Sweetie Belle said sadly.

"All the more reason to fix it then!" Rarity replied. The seven friends focused their energy, and four blasts of light shot through the air, and into the Crusaders and Rumble.

Now back to the main story. Scootaloo felt the same meteoric blast she had felt earlier, with the same level of energy as she had felt the previous time just about an hour ago. And as she stood there, the magic slowly began to work its effects, seemingly in reverse to what had transpired previously.

Her hair pulled itself out of the French twist it was currently in, and shrank back into her head until it was back to its old length, followed by a blue flower appearing in her hair. That was it for what had happened to her body, and sure enough the magic began to work its way through her clothes.

Her bodice separated from her skirt, and suddenly changed colour to purple. The sleeves grew longer as the ruffled material around her collar vanished, and her sleeves stopped around her wrists as the pressure on her waist decreased, until Scootaloo could breathe normally again. It felt like a ton of weight had been pulled off of her chest, and this relieved her. Several students watched in mild fascination as the process unfolded before their very eyes.

Now it was the turn of the skirt to change. It looked like it was falling in on itself as it shrank back to being just around Scootaloo's legs. The extra layers and petticoats underneath the outer skirt vanished, followed by the frame inside it, and the skirt began to shrink back up Scootaloo's legs, before stopping just above her knees and turning a lighter shade of purple.

Finally, her footwear (which they had finally determined to be somehow made of crystal) changed back to a pair of normal shoes, before abruptly growing up her legs and stopping partway up her calves. These 'boots', as they know were, turned two shades of purple with a blue gem inset into the boot.

Scootaloo breathed a sigh of relief as her friends also turned back to normal. "At least that's over," she said, with a sigh. "This is almost like a dream!"

"It seemed like it at points," Rumble said, walking over to her in a fine suit and bow tie. "Felt a little like a fairy tale."

Scootaloo glanced over at Cheerilee. "Did anybody get pictures of it? I'd hate for this to get out!"

"I made those students delete each and every one," her mother replied, "so there's no official record of this ever happening."

"Ah don't think we'll ever forget it, though," Apple Bloom added. "Nor will anybody else."

"Shall we dance?" Pip asked, signalling the DJ, Vinyl Scratch.

"Hit it, folks!" Vinyl cheered, spinning the record. "Happily Ever After Party, coming right up!"


Scootaloo stood outside, waiting for Cheerilee to just finish up cleaning the hall of anything unwanted or unneeded at that time. Sure enough, her mother soon appeared and smiled at her. "Ready to go?" she asked.

"There was one thing I was wondering," Scootaloo asked. "You know that whole 'gown' thing? How did you know how to move in it?"

Cheerilee smiled. "Did I never tell you? You've seen my wedding photographs, right?"

"Well, yeah. You mean that one of you on a swing where it's really obvious that you're-"

Cheerilee quickly shushed her. "The fact I was pregnant with you has nothing to do with this. What does matter is the dress itself. I was wearing a crinoline under the skirt, so I knew how to move in it from then. Whoever would have known that would have come in handy later?"

"Beats me," Scootaloo sighed. Suddenly, she felt a little light headed. "Mom, I feel a little off."

"That's not a surprise," Cheerilee replied. "After all, it's time to wake up."

Scootaloo had no opportunity to analyse the words, before falling forward and-


-suddenly hitting a carpet. In her pyjamas. She pushed herself up, and looked around the room. It was a completely white room, with a very nice view of some green fields, some cottages made of stone, a stable, and a few former railway bridges in the distance. "Where am I?" she asked.

God, that was a weird dream. Being turned into Cinderella, and then having the same happen to her friends? Had she eaten too much cheese last night? It sure seemed that way.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Cheerilee looked in. "Are you OK?"

"Mom, I had the wierdest dream," Scootaloo replied, looking her directly in the eye. "That teaches me to eat cheese before going to bed again."

"Well, it seems I have to learn the same lesson," Cheerilee sighed. "As I had a seriously weird one as well. But you can tell me all about it over breakfast. After all, we have a train to catch, which leaves from Settle in about three hours."

Then Scootaloo remembered where she was. She was in Yorkshire, in England, as they were there to catch a special train to Carlisle that very day, and to return as well. She grabbed her goggles, and ran for the breakfast table where she could already see Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle sat, as well as Rainbow Dash, Pear Butter, Rarity, Applejack, and Cookie Crumbles (Rarity's mom). Naturally, the table went into conversation as they chatted and conversed with one another about the upcoming day.

None of them noticed the glowing crystal slipper at the bottom of Scootaloo's wardrobe.