Sweetie Belle Can't Find Her Socks.

by Super Trampoline


Rainbow Dash's House

One of the joys of Wednesdays for Rainbow Dash was that she only had the afternoon shift managing the weather. Inasmuch right now she was sleeping in with gusto. A gentle tapping was drowned out by her snoring. Then the tapping turned to knocking. Then the knocking became pounding. Then her window shattered.

"GAHHHH!" she screamed, wings flaring out as sharp shards lodged themselves into the nearby floor.

"Oops. Sorry Rainbow Dash!"

"Ughhh. Wait. Is that... Sweetie Belle?"

"Yeah. I'm Sweetie. Can I can come in?"

Rainbow attempted to get out of bed, but instead merely rolled until she fell out and onto her back. "Oops. On second thought, door should be unlocked. Um, yeah, come in."

The knob turned and the unicorn filly trotted nonchalantly into the floating house. "Cool crib you got here!"

Rainbow pawed at the air from her place on the floor, not making much effort to right herself."I'm still dreaming aren't I? You're walking on clouds. This is what I get for eating too much pizza."

"Oh yeah, Twilight cast a cloud-walking spell on me. I'm good for several hours!"

Rainbow eventually managed to shift onto her hooves. "Okay, but how'd you even get up here?"

"Oh, Pinkie let me borrow a ladder."

Dash groggily made her way to the broken window and craned her head out, seeing that indeed, there was a bright red ladder at least 150 feet long leaning against the puffy foundation of her house. Was it enchanted too? "How does... why does... wait, how did you--know what, nevermind. Better not to ask."

Sweetie Belle wasn't following Dash's crisis of incredulity, instead amusing herself with scooping up bits of the floor with her hoof. A sharp "Ahem!" from the owner of that floor brought her attention to a pegasus staring at her in irritation. "So, now that you've invaded my beauty sleep and my home, what can I do for you?"

"Have you seen my socks?"

Rainbow's countenance twisted itself into a variety of warped expressions as she futilely strove to process this question. Eventually she settled on deadpan. "Socks? You went through all of this just to ask me if I've seen your socks?"

"Yeah, socks! I lost my pink socks, and I know you wear socks sometimes!"

Rainbow blushed. I do not wear socks. I am way too cool for that."

Sweetie Belle raised her eyebrows. "Oh really? The Foal Free Press believes otherwise."

"Heh, I don't know w-what you're talking about," Rainbow stammered.

Sweetie pressed on. "Remember Gabby Gums? Featherweight gave us more material than we knew what to do with. There's still plenty of unpublished dirt. Like a photo of a certain mare wearing..."

"Okay, okay. I... You can't tell anypony this. Especially not Scootaloo. I have a reputation to maintain. I... sometimes, by myself in what I thought was the PRIVACY--" a withering glare "--of my own home, I... once in a while, you know not that often, I-I-I wear socks, alright!" Releasing a defeated sigh, the mare collapsing onto her haunches.

"Silly, Scootaloo knows that. She doesn't care."

Rainbow opened the eyes she had scrunched tightly closed. "Oh, she does?"

"Yeah. We all saw the photos. She was the one who suggested I bug you."

"Huh...Still not cool."

"The spying part or the window part or the waking you up part or the socks part?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, all of those. I am talking to you parents tonight. You fillies need to learn about a thing called boundaries. And, no, I haven't seen your socks. I'm kind of allergic to pink."

"But I thought you're best friends with Pinkie Pie?"

Rainbow rolled her eyes. "Pinkie Pie can't help how she was born. And besides, I don't wear her. Why on Equis would I even have your socks in the first place?"

"Honestly, I'm kind of running out of places to look."

"Really? I bet an egghead like Twilight could easily name a thousand places you could have lost your socks. And that's in Ponyville alone. Now get out." She nudged Sweetie toward the door with her muzzle.

"Fine. Sorry to bother you, Rainbow Dash." Sweetie glanced back toward the broken shards littering the room. "And uh, sorry about the window."

Rainbow bobbed her head. "Yeah, I know kid. Don't worry; it's fashioned out of hoar frost. It'll grow back. Now seriously, please leave."

"Byyyyye."

As Sweetie began her careful decent down the impossibly long ladder, Rainbow slammed the door shut. "Finally, peace," she muttered. She lazily trotted back to her bed and fished something out from under it: a bright pink stuffed squid. "They must never discover you, Mr. Snuggles."