Monster.
The bedroom door burst open (thank Celestia we weren't doing anything).
Sweetie Belle shrieked my name to the top of her lungs. I swear, the pipes on that filly. I, of course, was in a complete state of shock and confusion, as I was woken from my third Fancy Pants dream (we're parasailing through the streets of Manehattan, and he offers me to become his business partner). I start stammering and shaking about, tossing my sleeping mask with reckless abandon.
Applejack, meanwhile, is simply stirred awake, as she yawns peacefully, merely whispering, "What's goin' on?"
Sweetie Belle hopped onto the foot of my bed. "Rarity, it was a monster this time! I'm not making stuff up, it was really a monster!" She whimpered, clearly in distress. "C-can I sleep with you tonight?"
I rolled my eyes. Honestly, a filly her age shouldn't have to come running to her sist—
"C'mere, Sweetie Belle." Applejack tapped the space on the bed between Moi and herself. Sweetie crawled in between herself and settled in. Applejack draped a foreleg over her and brought me into this, well, for lack of a better word, cocoon.
"Feelin' better?" She asked with that beautiful smile of hers. Sweetie Belle sniffled and nodded. Some time passed before she was able to drift off into sleep.
I looked to AJ who was still awake. "You took care of that with no difficulty. How?"
AJ shrugged. She whispered, "Ya know what it's like to have a sister. It just comes naturally, I reckon."
I shook my head. "That took talent; talent I don't have." I leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Talent a certain cowpony needs to teach me."
Applejack grinned (that gorgeously kissable grin). "How do ya reckon I teach ya?"
"Spending more nights at the Boutique, of course."
"I reckon I can meetcha on that end." Applejack leaned over and tenderly kissed me.
And they say the two of us are bad at sleepovers.
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