Your Last Night
Sweetie Belle turned over in her bed, the green blanket embracing her warmly. Opening her eyes slowly, she stared blankly out the window, moving her hooves up to push the blanket away. Her little hind legs squirmed in discomfort as she kicked the rest of the blanket off her. Ignoring the warmth coming from beside her, the unicorn rolled sideways out of bed, landing on the floor with a soft thump.
Pushing herself into a shaking stand, Sweetie Belle avoided looking back at her bed, and instead trotted to the hallway, pushing herself past the slightly ajar door. It opened with a creak, and she paused, her heart thumping, hoping that she hadn’t been noticed.
There was no sound beyond that.
Sighing slightly, Sweetie Belle tried to calm herself. Even her exhalation shivered, the sigh that had been uttered just moments before had been broken and quivering. Gently trotting to the bathroom, she blinked hard, a tear coming from her eye.
Shaking her head, bed head mane swaying to-and-fro, she hopped up on the stool in front of the sink, and looked at herself in the mirror. Sweetie’s large green eyes were bloodshot, and her mane looked worse than she could have even imagined herself. Gagging slightly at this look, she used her feeble magic to levitate a mane brush to her head. Trying to battle with her mane, Sweetie grit her teeth. Her mane was as stubborn as ever, however, so the bed head stayed.
Sweetie could still feel sweat all over her body, and everything about her held a slightly-sticky quality. Sniffing the air, Sweetie’s eyes narrowed in disgust at the scent that came from her. Almost immediately, the filly had thrown herself into the shower, and was turning the faucets to let loose water upon her.
Jumping back quickly as a jet of ice cold water splattered against her, Sweetie Belle eyed the shower head apprehensively. Softly creeping towards where the water splashed against the porcelain of the tub, the filly focused hard on the hot water knob. Her magic surrounded the knob with a faint aura, turned ever-so-slightly, then dissipated.
“Ugh...” Sweetie moaned. She couldn’t focus at all, her mind was swimming, and she was certain that a headache was forming. Taking a deep breath, she shot out her foreleg, braving the stream of cold water so that she could bestow upon her a much more manageable temperature.
Sweetie Belle winced as the cold water came in contact with her fur, matting it down. Her hoof pressed against the cold metal faucet knob, and with all her might, the filly yanked the knob to the side. A few more seconds—ones that crawled like hours—and the water metamorphosed from a terrible, freezing cold to a much more enjoyable warm temperature.
Sweetie Belle inched the rest of her body under the water’s cascade, and sighed as her mane was pushed fully flat. Sitting down on her little white backside, she closed her eyes and lifted her head to face the stream of water, almost smiling as the water pushed around her coat and mane.
Shifting to the side slightly, Sweetie Belle tried to use her magic to grab the soap bar, but was once again foiled by her lack of concentration. Frowning in frustration, Sweetie Belle balanced the soap on her hoof, and began to scrub her body with it. First her chest, then her legs, and finally, her face; they were all scrubbed as hard as she could with that bar of soap. She blanched and spat out suds when she accidentally opened her mouth, and she snorted when she inhaled a little bit of the bubbles.
She had to get as clean as she could.
Sweetie Belle grabbed a bottle of shampoo in her mouth, and bit down on it. The bottle yielded an ample amount of shampoo onto her hoof, and the filly dragged it through her mane, scrubbing it about as best as she could. The shampoo suds piled high in her mane, only to be washed away by the water as she turned her head underneath it.
Laying down in the mess of soap and shampoo suds, Sweetie Belle closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. It was another shaky breath, one that was also filled with a good amount of water. Coughing on the sudden shower water, Sweetie knew it was time to end her cleaning.
Turning off the cold water first, and the hot water next, Sweetie stared across the bathroom at the towel rack. Rarity had embroidered these towels specifically for the two of them: a royal purple with gold trim and the letter “R” stitched in denoted Rarity’s, and a light lavender with a green trim emblazoned with the letters “SB” denoted Sweetie Belle’s.
They looked so far away.
Sweetie Belle took a shaky step from the shower, and grimaced as her hoof came in contact with the cold, cold tiles. She took her other hoof off the bathtub, and her eyes widened as she felt herself slip sideways. Without so much time as to scream, Sweetie tumbled head-over-hooves onto the floor, grunting as she fell onto the bath rug.
“Ow...” she moaned, laying on the floor, her coat dripping with the water from her cleaning. Forcing herself to her hooves, Sweetie hobbled over to the towel rack, and pulled it off, wrapping it around herself. Shaking herself vigorously in it, and rubbing the water from her body and mane, she dropped it on the floor without much regard for being neat. Trotting back up to the stool, she looked at herself again in the mirror. At least, she tried to, because the hot water from her shower had caused the mirror to fog up. Wiping her hoof against the glass, she looked at her reflection. Not much had changed, other than the fact that she was now wet.
Sighing, she took the mane brush in her hoof, not even bothering with her magic this time, knowing that it was just going to become more and more useless. As she brushed her mane, Sweetie noticed that she still felt as though she had not taken a shower at all—still sweaty and dirty, except now the smell was gone and she was wet.
Her mane fully brushed, Sweetie wandered downstairs to the kitchen. Her hooves made light tip-tap sounds as she wandered down the staircase, aimlessly bumping into the railing that led down to the living room. Looking around the room as she stepped onto the hardwood, the filly stood in place for a moment before continuing on to the kitchen.
Once there, she opened the fridge, her hoof quaking slightly as she pulled it open. A blast of cold air met her face, and it felt good for just a moment, washing away that skeevy feel that lurked around her. Rummaging inside the fridge, she unearthed a package of bread, some juice, and two eggs. Carefully balancing these on her back, Sweetie trotted to the counter, set the ingredients down on it, and got to work.
Pulling up a skillet with some difficulty, given her newfound magic had now refused her, she deposited it upon the stove, and lit a fire beneath it, watching aimlessly as the blue flames licked the bottom of the iron pan. Snapping herself back to attention, she carefully took an egg in her mouth, and cracked it, observing the innards slide out of the white husk and land in the pan, where they sizzled loudly. She did this with the other egg as well, and ignored that some of the shell had landed in with the rest of it.
Leaving the eggs there to cook for now, she walked over to the toaster with the bread, and slid two pieces into the toaster. Pressing down on the notch, she walked back to the counter to pour herself a glass of juice into one of the cups. The counter was already strewn with multiple glasses and pieces of silverware, so Sweetie poured herself a mug of orange juice, not bothering to check if it was clean or not.
She tried once again to use her magic to lift the glass, focusing as hard as she could, but her mind was like oil in a puddle of water—it squirmed away every time she tried to grab it. Her magical aura surrounded the glass, and she grit her teeth, focusing as best as she possibly could.
Sweetie’s eyes widened as the glass began to levitate, and for the first time that day, a tired smile graced her lips. She slowly turned her head, trying to drag the glass along through the air with her.
The glass fell from her magical grasp, and shattered upon the floor, sending glass and juice everywhere. Sweetie Belle groaned in frustration, and closed her eyes tight, a few tears leaking out. Some were of anger, some were of hopelessness, but most were of confusion. She didn’t know how to deal with everything that was happening to her right now. If she knew all of... this would result as a consequence, she would have never let it happen.
The unpleasant, gritty feeling continued to surround her.
A loud POP brought her back to reality, and Sweetie opened her eyes quickly. Cringing, she saw that her eggs were beginning to overcook, large deformed bubbled of flaky yolk arising from the surface. Scrambling over, she turned off the stove in a hurry, and assessed the damage.
The egg was mostly unharmed, if a bit more chewy than she had hoped, so Sweetie slid it on to her plate. She wasn’t a complete terror at making food anymore, so she considered this an accomplishment. The smell of burning bread, however, snapped the filly out of her small victory.
Dashing over to the toaster, Sweetie’s hooves swept up from under her. Landing on her back for the second time that day, she eyed the juice on the floor disdainfully, and crawled back up to the toaster, removing her almost completely black toast. Sighing mournfully, the burnt toast joined the hard eggs, and Sweetie carried the plate to the table on her back, knowing that her magic would not come to her.
Setting the plate down, and sitting down at the table herself, she took a tentative bite of the burnt toast. Sweetie recoiled at the charcoaly taste that accompanied it. As she chewed it, her hooves wandered to her thighs, and rested there. The toast, unsupported, fell to her plate dully as she finished the bite.
An overwhelming icky, sticky sensation washed over Sweetie Belle, and she tried to force the thoughts from her mind. Maybe she would take another shower, and rub all of this away from her. She needed to get as clean as possible, this was the only solution, after all.
Her small ears perked up as she heard hoofsteps advance towards the kitchen door. Sweetie’s heart sank into her stomach, and her stomach flip-flopped all around. The last thing she needed was—
“Good morning, Sweetie Belle!”
Sweetie Belle almost burst out laughing in relief. It was only Rarity!
Rarity still had her sleep-blindfold halfway on, and with a yawn, the elder unicorn used her magic to remove it fully. “I see you made breakfast!” Looking around, a small smile formed on her muzzle. “And you only broke one glass! Sweetie, you’re improving!”
Sweetie said nothing.
“Oh, come now, it was only a joke,” Rarity apologized lightheartedly. “I didn’t mean it. How’s your morning going?”
Sweetie Belle still said nothing, staring down at her plate of food. After a long pause, she opened her mouth, voice basically a croak.
“Fine.”
“Well, that’s always good to hear.” Rarity responded, her smile ever-present. “You did leave some water on the floor after you took your shower though, when I went in for my pre-breakfast hairbrush I noticed a large puddle. Do try and remember to clean it up next time, alright?”
Sweetie Belle nodded her head.
“Alright! Say, where’s Scootaloo? Did you have fun with her during your sleepover last night?”
She hadn’t.
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It's Regi and it has a dark tag. Am I the only one who's very, very afraid right now?
4125746 I'm scarred.
That wasn't as bad as I was expecting...
I suspected rape.
Upvoted for Sweetie abuse.
One might say that this story was regidark!
HUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUE
4125785
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH
Didn't see that coming. I thought it was going to be worse.
The words Sweetie Belle was used 18 times and the word Sweetie was used 22 times. The more you know!
4125783
I think Scoots just wet the bed.
Hm...I liked it, regi. The ending was a pretty cool twist, too. Gud job.
So was Sweetie violated, hungover or was she just having a bad morning?
Good story regardless...
Oh my, did something happen between Sweetie and Scootaloo?
The feels.
This was wonderful.
4125874 Haha, I guess that could work.
This was a very well written story, but I feel stupid for not getting it. I'm super sorry, I'm so young--can you explain it?
Spoiler:
Murder. Murder is fun.
Murder is magic. Noice, Regidar.
Is this more than you bargained for yet, Sweetie Belle?
The ambiguity is strong with this story. It could simply be that she and Scoots had a bit of a fight or some such innocent event. I know that such things can make one rather uncomfortable. However, that sort of thing doesn't usually last through the next morning, I've found, at least not to such an extent. That, coupled with the Dark tag and the titles, implies something a bit more heavy-handed (or hoofed, if you'd prefer). Something happened last night, and it wasn't pleasant for our poor little Sweetie Belle. Or perhaps it's nothing.
I rather liked this. I had this atypical sense of foreboding throughout the story and it was mechanically sound. Nice work.
Why does everything they do end up with them covered in pine sap?
10/10
Another terribad fic, Regidar. Pull yourself together!
I was initially kind of irritated the way you described every single little thing Sweetie Belle did, but now I understand the reason for its effects. I'm also big on minimalism; maybe Sweetie Belle killed Scootaloo, or maybe she didn't? That's not the story's place to tell us. It's the effective use of the dark tag, its description, over-emphasis on detail and Sweetie's constant apprehension that gives us the context of morbidity. Nice one.
4126376 That's Regidar for you, an awesome writer of serious stuff when he wants to be.
Like many have said, the way you described everything Sweetie did was sort of unenjoyable in away, but once I understood what you were going for, it made more sense and I liked it.
Judging by the recent episode, I actually thought that Sweetie had done something equivalent to murdering Rarity or something. But apparently the ending hinted at something happening between her and Scootaloo.
I'm just thinking way too dark.
Nice little number though.
DJRD
I really liked this, Regi. Good job.
Nice!
Damn. I wonder what's wrong with Sweetie.
I think I know, but I don't want to know.
4125777
How so?
4125788
Not depression, it's pretty obviously rape.
4125831
What did you think it was?
4125895
Violated.
4125903
Yes. Yes, something did happen.
4125968
Scootaloo touched Sweetie Belle in the bad place.
Actually, it would be much shorter if I uploaded this into a GDoc and highlighted all of the sections that are context clues for rape.
4126233
If that's what you want to call it...
If it wasn't rape, then this would be the hilarious second option.
4126376
It may seem ambiguous, but there's plenty of things in the story that point to rape. Not feeling clean after a shower, the use of 'skeezy,' the emotional turmoil when she thought Scootaloo (only other option besides Rarity) came into the kitchen, the subsequent relief when it was Rarity, "an overwhelming, icky, sticky sensation," the desire for another shower, "ignoring the warmth coming from beside her," hoping that she hadn't been noticed when her bedroom door creaked as she left... I can go on.
4126469
Still pretty fucking dark. Or if I'm misinterpreting your comment: there's a dark tag, so no dark is too dark for Regidork.
4126742
It's probably exactly what you think.
4127044
Why is rape unlikely? Piss is easy to clean off, the only time a character feels dirty after a shower is if they're depressed, they were raped, or they shit on themselves, and the latter is reserved for a very niche subfetish. Besides that, what about the various other clues in the text? And how would Scootaloo wetting the bed be dark?
For all of the people I replied to in this abominably annoying megacomment, count the frequency of my usage of the word 'rape!'
Regi, this is the most autistic I'll ever be on one of your stories, I swear. Fokken' faved. It wasn't obvious to me at all until the last line, but someone else probably saw it coming miles away.
Ooh. Hello dark tag. I love a good story with your name on it.
I picked up that something most likely involving either rape or a terrible first time (made all the worse as it turned out to be show-age Sweetie) had happened from the second a warmth beside her was mentioned, but I definitely did not see that twist at the end. Phwoar. It's a tricky topic to write about, especially for an underage/adorable/Sweetie Belle character, but it's the ambiguity and topic-dodging that makes the story so great. I really enjoy subtle, ambiguous elements in things I read, and it was used perfectly here. Also, dat painstaking, monotonous delivery of every little detail. If you don't pick up on what's actually going on, then everything would be a giant bore. If you do, though... Goes from nothing having any meaning at all to everything having all the meaning ever. Which is another big tick in the box of "shit I like in a story". Also also, after having a good long look at the url, I came to the conclusion that the titles are genius.
However, even though it didn't detract at all, I did see all of two errors. You should be ashamed.
I reckon you meant carefully there. Also:
I think you might have meant at. Though I immediately thought that something along the lines of "She wasn’t a complete terror in the kitchen anymore" sounded nice when reading. But then again I'm tired and can't write so take that with a grain of salt.
Overall, ten outta ten. I love dark, subtle, psychological stuff, and this is about as good as it gets.
And then Regi comes out and reveals that Scoots said a naughty word and Sweetie's just super-duper-uber-Christian or someshit.
4125746
I like Dark tags
>Regi story with Dark tag
>gasms
4127144
If it is the point of the story, shame on Regi for only bringing it up once and at the very end of the story. That one line is an afterthought that I didn't even remember until I went back and read the end of the story again. Upon paying attention to the last line, it could be any number of terrible things that Scootaloo did, or it could be nothing. Let's pause to consider that Sweetie Belle spent the entire morning being depressed by normally trivial things. This could either mean something's bothering her, or mean that nothing's bothering her in general and the sleepover itself is a thing she's overreacting. I don't believe that that second option is the right one, but it's sound within the story because of how ambiguous the ending is. The point I'm making is that the ending is meant to be left to the reader and there's nothing factual to it. It could be rape, abuse, a hangover, drugs, or anything else that makes you feel like shit.
Hm...before reading last two lines I thought it was guilt/nightmare or she had a hangover. After reading last two lines it can be rape...but then again its too uncertain. Good story thought, have a like
It doesn't have to be >rape, maybe just general post-sex regret or something of the sort.
4127463
Regidar added this story to Virgen Bronies in the folder where virginity is lost.
[Happy Intensifies]
I feel icky inside after finishing this story. Poor Sweetie Belle... why, Scootaloo, why?!
When I read a Regidar story, I feel things...I don't like to feel things, I am supposed to be a heartless automaton when it comes to the interwebs...god damn you, you glorious bastard.
4127585
Okay, so that's what he intended. The creators of YouTube originally conceived the site as a social network, and in it's earliest forms as a online dating site. Yet no matter how much Google tries to make it happen, YouTube ain't no social networking site. By leaving this story open-ended, you get about the same effect. Each reader can put their own spin on the story based on their own experiences. I think the only reason people would assume rape (without knowing about that group addition, mind you) is because that's a common story concept in the brony community. If I were an alcoholic and this was how I felt, that is what I would relate it to, not rape.
4127535
Exactly! This could be a lot of different things. People are ruining it by labeling it.
4127144 Well, I'm not that young
Now I get it, thank you. Could you make another chapter Regi? 
This story cured my cancer
The ambiguity is strong with this one.
The writing style however still needs work. You fluctuate from flowing action to simply listing actions a little too much for my tastes, with those "CHARACTER was trying to ACTION" clauses popping up too often. Don't tell me Sweetie was trying to calm herself down, just imply it with actions!
Speaking of implications, the beauty of this story is that Sweetie's issue is only implied and never outright stated. I love stories that leave a few questions for the reader to ask; it shows you're respectful to your readers enough that you dare not patronize them.
Now, the thing that makes reading this a bit awkward for me is word choice. Using the right words mak s writing and storytelling the art they are, and while your language control is okay, you should focus on improving that aspect of your writing. For example:
Could read better as
As you can see, the fix does two things.
One, it emphasizes the important actions. Important actions are the main focus of a sentence in addition to characters, so when writing never put action A first as if it's an afterthought. Remember: Action B, Action A.
Two, it runs with the metaphor. This is an example of language control, in which trying to comb her mane turns into a losing war. Every part of the fix adds to the metaphor, which creates this sense of harmony in the entire action, perhaps even the entire paragraph.
That's about all I have to say on this story. Good work all around, and keep writing. That's how you improve.
This hit me harder than I'd like to admit. Thank you for writing it, Regidar. I think it's beautiful just the way it is.
4128245
It is. Molestation by a close friend or family member is a different kind of shock than being raped on the street by a stranger. More of the damage is buried deep in your own head, unable to get out in the form of anger because there's so much more to it than simply rape, especially if it happened the way I think it did here.
4128372
'I'm fine. Everything's fine.'
I think your rendition would have been too much. The simplicity of this story was perfectly at odds with the subject matter and kept me on edge the whole time. The attention paid to every little detail, the gray fog of depression over every word, it all said one thing to me:
It's not often that a writer can so convincingly portray both sides of a lie.
4127144 I was expecting some very bad things....
4128834
Murder? Rape is pretty bad anyway.
4128245
I would have to say that sounds rather obsessive-compulsive. As for other clues, well, how about you read my reply to SoApBoX.
For the tag...
I wouldn't put it past Regi, but this honestly seems dark.
I don't read this as rape, just sex that she's ashamed of. Nobody else here has ever had sex that made them feel really shitty about themselves the next day?
But remember folks, this is intended to be ambiguous, not subtle. Whatever Regidar has in his mind as to what "really" happened, he intended for readers to draw different conclusions (at least that's my impression).
4125968 it implied sweetie bell was molested by scootaloo.
4128245 what's with that one piss explanation? one person mentioned it as a sorta funny saving grace for innocence. The only thing I'm seeing in the comments is a naive notion of how molestation(or even rape) effects people.
Someone wouldn't get any sleep from a wet bed, someone would 't stumble almost aimlessly from a wet bed, someone wouldn't be unable to even concentrate from a wet bed.
Now, I do agree that the author could just be messing with our heads, and if he is then kudos for a good job. But it seems really unlikely.
4129192
I didn't read it as rape in the common sense either, but it can happen in many ways.
I can't shake the feeling that at the very least, Scootaloo was very insistent on pushing Sweetie into something she wasn't ready for and Sweetie either couldn't say no to her friend or didn't say it loudly enough to deter her.
Did Sweetie Belle have possibly drunken/hasty sex with Scootaloo, and is now regretting her actions?
4129272 Yeah, I can agree with that. SB wasn't ready to lose her virginity and S pressured her into it (an experience I think an awful lot of people can relate to). Maybe there was some liquor or something involved too.
I don't know why, but I had a tear in my eye at the end...
:Scootangel:no more!Poor Sweetie...
4129101 Twas expecting both...