Rarity groggily walked down the stairs to the kitchen, wiping the remaining gunk from her eyes. She could hear the ticking of an oven and a viscous bubbling coming from where the tea kettle usually was as she sat down on the table.
“Cooking again aren’t we, Sweetie Belle?” Rarity asked with her eyes still closed.
“Yeah! I know you spent all night doing that panic order that Sapphire Shores ordered so I thought some of my super delicious breakfast could help you go through your day!” Sweetie sang, her little hooves running to the oven after it gave a delightful “ting.”
“Hmm, yes, that does sound nice. You can’t even begin to believe what I had to go through to finish that line for her upcoming tour, I almost ran out of gold sil-” her words were cut off short as a cast-iron skillet was dropped before her. Rarity’s eyes cracked open in fear as the stench wafted to her nostrils, using her hair and her hooves to cover her muzzle.
“S-Sweetie… may I ask you what this is?” Rarity muffled out from her hair.
“It’s my triple blueberry scrambled potato surprise!” Sweetie Belle jumped, her smile reaching ear to ear.
Rarity gagged at the sight of the food, it was still bubbling and it ate the fork that she tried to prod the chowder-like mixture with. She nervously laughed and pulled on her hair a bit with her hoof.
“Oh, well uhm, well you see! I had a big... meal! A big meal just before going to sleep, oh yes I’m too full to even have a bite. Hah hah ha…” Rarity excused, her faux smile falling apart as she saw Sweetie Belle look to the ground and sigh.
Rarity sighed herself and fought back to get her fork, “Fine, I’ll give it a bite.” Her words making Sweetie beam in excitement.
“Oh! You forgot your drink!” Sweetie Belle took the tea kettle and poured a big helping of the thick mystery liquid onto Rarity’s favorite cup, she then took a chair and sat beside her.
Rarity then took a very small itty-bitty tiny piece of the breakfast and hastily took a bite, she couldn’t help but gag as the food assaulted her taste buds. Seeing Sweetie Belle’s eyes wide in anticipation, she chewed the food and swallowed heavily, taking a big gulp from her cup and held her hoof before her mouth before she burped loudly. She didn’t know which was worse, the Eldritch horror of a breakfast she had before her or the beverage that screamed death.
“Yes! I knew you’d love it! You’re the best sister ever!” Sweetie Belle squealed and hugged her tightly. Rarity smiled and returned the hug, knowing that her sister’s happiness is worth more than any upset stomach.
“Ah, Sweetie Belle, what was the surprise in there?” She questioned, her eyes closing as she enjoyed her little hug.
“Oh! It’s shrimp!” Sweetie giggled and squeezed Rarity harder.
“Oh, you’re just the cutest. Oh, yes you are! Yes, you are!” Fluttershy cooed at the little kitten wrapped between her wings.
“Hi, Fluttershy!” Pinkie Pie sang from outside her cottage.
“You’re just in time, Pinkie!” Fluttershy opened the door for her ecstatic friend. “I just got some new animal friends here for the sanctuary and I need all the help I can get.”
“Well, of course! I’ll have you know that I am super good with animals, too!” Pinkie said as she entered with a skip in her step. “I’m so good that I’m basically Fluttershy Jr.! Y’know since you’re a year older than me and everyth- AAAAAAAH!” Pinkie yelled at the top of her lungs, sending birds flying from the trees.
“What’s wrong?” Fluttershy gasped as she tried to get Pinkie out of her chimney. Pulling her out, Pinkie shook off the soot from her face and mane and shuffled away in a panic.
“What do you mean “what’s wrong”? Don’t you see THAT?” Pinkie Pie pointed in horror. Fluttershy looked over to see that Pinkie was pointing at the kitten.
“I’m confused… she’s just a wittle kitten. Oh, yes she is!” Fluttershy swooped the small kitten up and showed her to Pinkie. “Her name is Marzipan! Isn’t she the cutest?”
“No, she is the OPPOSITE of cute! She’s a black cat! Don’t you see?!” Pinkie screamed as she scurried under the couch.
Fluttershy looked down to see Marzipan. She had gorgeous yellow eyes and the darkest fur you could imagine.
“So?” She asked with a brow raised in confusion.
“Black cats are baaaad luck! How do you not know that?” Pinkie explained from under the couch, her eyes were still visible and they were glaring at the harbinger of evil that was Marzipan.
“I think you’re just being superstitious again Pinkie; how can some critter as cute as she is be bad luck?”
“W-Well, I don’t know! But Grammy Pie said that black cats are bad luck.” Pinkie Pie squeezed out from the couch. “She told me a story that once a black cat passed by and LIGHTNING struck our farm and destroyed EVERYTHING!” Pinkie waved her hands around in a frenzy.
Fluttershy looked at Pinkie with an almost deadpan stare, then looked at Marzipan, and then back at Pinkie.
“Well… Pinkie.” Fluttershy looked around in thought before she looked at Marzipan again, seeing that the little kitten’s stomach rumbled.
“Oh, dear! Are you hungry? Daww I’ll fix you up something real nice. Wait here!” Fluttershy hugged the precious thing and set her down next to Pinkie Pie.
“Please look after her while I make her breakfast.”
“B-But Fluttershy? She’s bad luck!”
Fluttershy rolled her eyes and then hummed her way into her kitchen, leaving Pinkie alone with Marzipan.
Pinkie sat down in defeat and chewed on her lip, trying to look everywhere but at the tiny furball. She then felt two small puffs of the softest fur she ever felt press against her foreleg. She yelped and froze in fear. Pinkie shifted her eyes down to see Marzipan rub her head against her leg, she then moved in front of Pinkie and rolled over with a little meow.
“I’m back, Marzi-warzi! Here’s your little num nums!” Fluttershy stepped out of the kitchen with a small dish of milk in her hoof. Fluttershy stopped in her tracks to see Pinkie Pie snuggling with the little kitten in between her hooves.
“Oh, you’re just the cutest. I should bring you to the Cake twins! Oh, they’d love you!” Pinkie purred.
“Bad luck, huh?” Fluttershy giggled.
“Well… maybe not her.” Pinkie Pie smiled wide as she pressed Marzipan close to her cheek.
“Twilight! Wake up!” Spike knocked on her bedroom door.
Twilight groaned and shifted in her bed, using her pillow to block the noise. Spike opened the door with a bed table in his hands, flying to Twilight’s sleepy haven. He placed the small table down on the bed and shook Twilight lightly.
“C’mon, Twilight! We have a big day today!”
Twilight moaned as Spike pulled on the bedsheets to show her tired face, he then walked to the curtains and opened them to let the sunlight in which received a hiss from the princess.
Twilight rubbed her eyes and sat up on her bed, an aroma of breakfast coming from her bed woke her senses up. She opened her eyes to see the small table placed on her bed, it had a plate with a tall stack of pancakes, a cup of orange juice, and a bowl of mixed fruits.
“Huh? Spike, what’s this?” She asked, rubbing her unruly mane.
“Oh, well, since I knew that you stayed up all night cause of all that paperwork you had to sign, I thought it’d be nice to give you a little something. Especially since we both have some big stuff to do on the “to do” list today.” Spike smiled as he crawled onto the bed and pointed to the long, long scroll placed on Twilight’s nightstand.
“You… you did this for me? Awe, Spike, how did I ever end up with such an amazing little brother?” Twilight cooed.
“Oh, I know I’m amazing! You don’t have to tell me again, but it would be nice if you said that I’m the most amazing-est.” Spike laughed and sat by one of Twilight’s pillows.
Twilight rolled her eyes with a small smile. She was about to take a bite of her mixed fruit before an idea came to her.
“Hey, Spike, why don’t you scooch closer?” She patted the blanket and moved a little to the side to make space for Spike.
Surprised, Spike ended up scooching closer to her and was met with a big hug.
“You really are the most amazing-est, Spike.” Twilight smiled as she released him from her embrace. “Why don’t we have this breakfast together? You did serve me a lot of pancakes.” She laughed and pointed at the wobbly stack.
“Really?” Spike gasped with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Yeah, we both need our energy for today, Spikey.” Twilight took a piece of pancake with her magic and levitated it to Spike’s mouth. Spike then opened his mouth wide and ate the fluffy and syrupy goodness, his eyes closing in delight and giving out a big “Mmm!”
“I really outdid myself with these!” Spike proclaimed as he took a spoon and ate a juicy piece of fruit.
“You always outdo yourself.” Twilight laughed as she wrapped a wing around Spike and gave him a kiss on the head.
My calloused hoof danced on the neck of the cello, my other hoof held the bow delicately and gently graced its hair against the strings. Low notes sang from the cello and reverberated outwards from my stage.
Feeling the somber harmony of my song and the warmth of the spotlight gave me solace.
My balletic and heavy caress on the cords gradually developed into a nimble and keen endearment. My heartbeat grew and pounded against my chest, louder and louder as my instrument's vibrato was amplified by the cavernous concert hall.
My tears welled as my poignant melody rose to its crescendo. With bated breath, I quickly drew my bow close to me. My chest felt heavy as my dour notes gave their last dance within the dark atmosphere.
My gaze fell onto the crowd of plush velvet chairs before me, I closed my eyes and bowed. Through my shut eyes, I could only see myself sitting among the sea of red velour and seeing my performance. Her praise was the only thing that would echo through the auditorium.
“Oolong, actually.” It pukes out through its membrane skin if that’s what you can call it.
I hum as my lips touch the rim of my porcelain cup, the vibrations wavering the warming beverage. Don’t close my eyes though, I can never let my eyes waver from what’s in front of me.
“You look particularly beautiful today, Rarity.” Its voice rang deep, its eyelashes picking up a candy heart and ingesting it with its sclera.
“Mmm, yes. I tried a new hair treatment and it’s been simply divine on my scalp. I’d give you a bottle but…” How horrid. I dig my nose even deeper to the teacup to mask the stench.
“It has been a long time since we have seen each other, but please, spare me your pity, darling.” Her Its feathery tentacle slaps against the tea table in a sickening thud.
“How have you been?” I cough nervously, raking a hoof through my mane.
“The usual, overworked, Sweetie Belle took another one of my special fabrics again, and sleep has been nothing but a few jerks within my silk comforter.” She screams through her mouth, mouth? I actually don’t know what I’m looking at.
“But you already know how it goes, you always do.” It spoke calmly, her voice like a gentle scratch along a chalkboard.
I’m sorry,. Is what I would say. But if I’m being honest, I’m terrified.
“If you were really sorry, you’d spend more time with me. Hell, how long has it been since you’ve talked to me? The least you could do is spend time with yourself.” Its voice ripples through the air like brambles.
“I know… I know I promised to spend more time with you. But Sapphire Shores asked for a new line and… I just-” I shake in my chair, fixing my false eyelash that started to unstick.
“Always time for someone else. You’ll die if you keep going at this pace, and you know that I will go along with you. Is that what you wa nt ? Or is it that you occupy your schedule so much that you can’t even bear to talk with you?”
“It was lovely talking with you, but it seems we have more things to do.” I look at the clock, half past noon already?
“No matter how many dresses you create, it will never fix this. It will never fix the fact that you hate me.” Her veins circle around the teacup’s plate, she couldn’t even bear to look at me.
I couldn’t help but scorn at those words, shutting my eyes hard and rubbing my temples slightly. I finally stand up from my bed and face away from the mirror.
