Dr. Rare is set in Pony Village, a place located in the distant past of Equestria where ponies co-exist with all sorts of interesting animals and creatures. In this village lives Rare Belle, an inventor. In the first chapter, he manages to build what he hopes will be the world's most perfect little filly robot, named Sweetie. According to Dr. Rare, her being a robot is supposed to be a secret. However, despite her being a hyper-intelligent android, she turns out to be a bit naive at times. Later on, she has multiple adventures such as bringing a huge bear home. To Dr. Rare's credit, she also happens to have super-strength. This story focuses on Sweetie's true childhood, and her misunderstandings of the world around her right after she's constructed, as well as Dr. Rare's ridiculous inventions, rivalries, and romantic misadventures.
Based on the 1980's gag manga Dr. Slump, the following fiction is an adaptation, and it focuses primarily on outdated jokes and questionable themes from Japan that some may find offensive, and/or discomforting.
Dr. Slump is owned and written by: ~Akira Toriyama ~Published by Shueisha ~For Monthly Shōnen Jump
Dr. Rare is rated teen for occasional violence, suggestive content, crude banter, strong language, use of alcohol and use of tobacco.
On the outskirts of town, surrounded by fairly flat plains of grass stood a house. As winds blew outside, the windows shook and rattled. Just when thunder had begun to strike the fields, a scientist within rose his hooves upwards, and exclaimed, "I've... I've done it! Hahahahah!"
The electric tools that were attached and hung from the ceiling bobbed up and down, and he spun around and around in his chair. His white lab coat ruffled in the air, and as he stood up, his curly, purple mane bobbed a little.
Another bolt of lightning struck the ground.
"The algorithm is perfect! The design... flawless!" He suddenly got angry. "I'd make her way more grown up and marry her myself if I could!" He picked up a separate mini-circuit and held onto it for a moment. "Unfortunately, even if I had perfected my Size Ray Gun, these pieces still wouldn't work. This seemed to be the only way to give the core enough breathing room to operate and function without any problems." He tsked a few times while shaking his curly, unkept head. "A small, insignificant little filly will have to do... but once everypony sees my newest invention... Once they see what I've done..."
He giggled maniacally as he envisioned his fantasy. "Yes! She's but a little filly, but yes, I made her! Yes! Isn't she amazing??? I'm going to be rich and famous! Gahahah!" He laughed, and laughed, and then luxurious mares started to enter his fantasies as well. "Ahh..." This gave him the motivation to get back to it. "Right! She's almost complete... Almost..."
The mainframe was brought down, and as it got closer and closer towards her belly, he yelled out her name to give her life.
"Sweetie!"
There was a pause following a spectacular, electrical light show.
"Belle!"
The atmosphere of his laboratory was incredibly smokey, and all he could see through the haze was a rising figure. His horn shimmered lightly, and once the fog had dissipated, he could see his very own invention much more clearly. He could hear her, too.
Welcome to the super-awesome Dr. Rare fiction! Please, enjoy the read! Don't go anywhere! Okay, here we go!
~Here comes Sweetie Belle ~Gallopin' down the road
What's... gonna happen next?
~Take your bomb made of dreams ~and
Toss it high! Into the air!
Mr. Pig? "Eh? It's a beautiful day!"
Welcome one and all to Pony Village, the greatest place to be! ~Come one, come all and then you will see
Welcome one and all to Pony Village, let's all jump with glee!
~Remember to always Just be excited!
-End song
N'cha!
He held his hoof out to her momentarily, and asked, "Are you... working alright?"
Sweetie had the most puzzled look on her face, but she nodded, and she then smiled.
"Okay then... Let's just go ahead and give you a test, then. Please raise your front right hoof."
She did as he instructed.
"Now the left hoof, if you would."
She was on just her hind hooves now. "There, I did it!" She squeaked, "See?"
"Yes! You may lower them... Hmm, there seems to be something wrong with your communicator... I'll have to remember to fix that later. Now then, do you know your name?"
She shook her head.
"It's Sweetie Belle! I made you look a little bit like me with a nice, soft, and purple mane, and I've even given you a horn, too!" He rose a hoof up to his chin, and said, "It was a stretch between Sweetie Belle and Sweetie Bot, but I've decided that with you being a robot... it at least for now should just remain our little secret... Alright?"
"And what is your name?"
"Hmm?" He just stood there for a second. "Oh! Haha," he laughed, and then suddenly became handsome. "I... am the greatest looking scientist in the whole world!" He took a dramatic pose, and Sweetie Belle began to clap for him. "I'm also the smartest scientist there is, but I don't like to brag about that as much because it upsets the other scientists of the world and makes them feel inferior..."
Sweetie nodded with interest.
"I... am none other... than Doctor Rare Belle, and I... have created you!" He pointed at her, and once again, thunder struck from outside just as he finished his sentence. He returned to his normal, less handsome self, and then resumed, "T'was nothing, really. A few volts of electricity here, some metal there..."
"Doctor?" Sweetie asked.
"Yes?"
"How do I use my horn?"
"You don't," he said bluntly. "At least not yet. It's not functional without the necessary upgrades."
"Also, Dr. Rare?"
"Yes?"
"You're all blurry... Why can't I see you?"
"Huh? Is that so...?" He took a close look at her cybernetic eyes, and said, "Oh, yes. It's the same problem as before, I'm afraid. It's because your head is smaller than I had anticipated..." It only took Dr. Rare a few seconds if that to make Sweetie Belle a brand-new pair of glasses for her to see out of.
"Tah dah," he said once he was finished. "Pretty amazing, huh?"
As a response, Sweetie took her head clean off, and mimicked, "Tah dah! Pretty amazing, huh?"
"Gah," Dr. Rare said as he doubled backwards suddenly. "Why, you..." He mumbled from the ground, "Don't do that!"
He got up only to both see and hear Sweetie Belle still holding onto her laughing, disembodied head. "Be careful, Doctor! After all, it was only a joke."
"I don't care!" He yelled, "Don't do that even when you're completely alone! Nopony will understand what's happening!"
"But that's what makes it so funny..." He just glared at her. "Teehee, I got scolded," Sweetie Belle mocked while sticking out her tongue. She then placed her head back atop her shoulders where it belonged.
The two of them stood together within the laboratory for a moment longer before the Doctor finally cleared his throat, and said, "Ahem... Now then, you need clothes. Then after that, we'll have you do a speed test..."
The young albeit robotic little filly had been standing there completely naked this whole time. What was that? Why is that a problem? Are you BARBERIC or something? Look, I'm not exactly sure what timeline of Equestria you're used to, but in this day and age, ponies wear clothes. Why am I, the author speaking directly to you though the story? I don't know, it's a gag fic based off of a 1980's gag manga. Let's just continue...
The machinery from up above quickly got to work making Sweetie Belle's attire, however something went wrong, and it instead equipped her with a maid's outfit that was a bit large for her petite body. "Hoyoyo," she said in utter confusion.
"Uh, oh," the doctor voiced. "I made a mistake. I was originally making a fully grown adult robot. However, there were too many complications, and I forgot to swap out the outfit in the computer files for something smaller, and a bit more practical..."
There was a moment of awkward silence.
"Welp," he said. "Sweetie Belle? Be a good little filly while I'm gone." He took off his lab coat and put on a jacket. "I'll be right back, and then we'll continue once you're decent."
She stood stock still, and just smiled at the door while he left. A few minutes went by, and then, she waved while saying, "Good-bye, Doctor! Have fun!"
Her hoof lowered itself, and she sported a toothy grin.
"Alright," she said. "Time to do that speed test!" She excitedly jumped up and down in place a couple of times, and then, she said, "I can't wait to see just how fast I really am! Alright, Doctor Rare, time to make you proud! Here I go!"
She started, and in slow motion, and she ran ever closer towards the far end of the room and into the very wall itself. The speeds at which she managed to obtain in that small amount of time was enough to cause multiple ruptures of winds which sent everything within the room flying in all kinds of directions.
Just like that, Doctor Rare's lab was reduced to rubble.
Sweetie ran down the road and through the streets and headed straight into town. Eventually she managed to dig into the concrete with her bare hooves. She galloped along at incredible velocity, and all the while, she just kept raising her voice, going, "Kiiiiin!"
She ran by the local barber shop, and then the soda shop, and then the coffee shop, and everypony saw her as she went along her destructive way. She even destroyed the house of a little foal, but don't worry because the foal was okay. Next, she tossed over the telephone pole that belonged to Sourpony.
On this fateful day, a few kids were hanging out by the police station. It wasn't of their own volition, however. Their motorized bikes were being confiscated.
"Alright," Officer One said. "You kids know the rules!" He gripped his notepad tightly.
Officer Three then said, "How many times do we have to do this? There's a curfew for riding these things. You can only ride them at a certain time of the day, and we all know when that is, right?"
"Ach..."
"Jeez..."
"C'mon..."
"School! Idiots!" Officer One blurted out, "It's when you're going home from school, and from school to home! That's the only time when you can ride these things!"
"And..." Officer Three then said, "You're to go straight home with them. Until you're of the legal age, you're not supposed to be going around joyriding."
"Hmm... What's that?"
"For real..."
"You two hear it too? I thought I was going crazy."
Both of the police ponies then halted what they were doing and looked down the road where the corner started.
"Uh... Say, pal... Do you...?"
"Yes, Three... I don't just hear that... I think that I feel that, too."
The five ponies that were just outside of the police station waited impatiently to find out what it was and braced. The noise just kept getting closer, and louder, until at long last, they saw her coming.
Sweetie Belle trampled through the streets, and at the corner, instead of properly turning, she used the very stores themselves to guide her along.
"Kiiin!"
Establishment after establishment was obliterated. Glass went flying, and she was headed right for the two police ponies and the three locals that were with them.
All the authorities could do was scream at the top of their lungs while at the same time immediately getting in their car. The siren blared, and they took off trying to get out of there as quickly as they could.
The other kids darted sporadically, ditching their bikes. One of them ended up in some rubble, but he was alright. His littler brother hid behind a fruit stand, and the young mare that was with them wound up in a trash can.
"Get me out of here!" She yelled in frustration.
Meanwhile...
"Drive faster, you idiot! It's gaining on us!"
"I'm trying! This is as fast as this unit goes!"
"Don't we have nitrous? Boost? Anything???"
"KIIIN!"
Together, "This has to be Rare Belle's fault! He's always messing up everything!"
She ran right through the police car as if it was butter, and the single, flashing siren that was on top of the vehicle was thrown high above into the air. Afterwards, the car busted dramatically into a fiery explosion.
Officer Three sat there in scorches, and said, "It was... a little filly... all along."
Officer One merely coughed.
"Hey... Buddy, it... i-it was only a little girl... Did you hear me? D-did you see her?
"Yeah... I saw..."
"Did you see...?"
"Yep... I saw her..."
There was silence.
"So... What're we going to tell the commissioner?" asked Officer Three.
Officer One just looked at Officer Three, and said, "Oh, he already knows about aaaaall of this by now..."
Dr. Rare came bicycle riding back to the house. He parked his bicycle outside, and walked up to the door while saying, "Sweetie, I finally got you some clothes... After a lot, I managed... to get you..."
Sweetie exited the house from the front entrance, and just stared at the Doctor with an innocent smile. However, her maid clothes were dirty, and parts here and there were torn. "Hi."
The Doctor trotted up to her, and gently asked her, "Wh-wh-where... have you been?" She didn't answer right away, and instead, she just grabbed the bag from him, and started pulling out a few clothes. "Y-you can't change here, Sweetie. You're supposed to do that in your room..."
Sweetie asked him, "I have my very own room?"
He got annoyed by her shenanigans. "Sweetie... I'll ask again, where have you been?"
She finally told him, "I went for a walk." He just stared at Sweetie blankly, and then, Dr. Rare looked around at his property. From what he could immediately see, nothing seemed out of the ordinary save for her dirty dress, so he started to laugh along.
"Oh, you were just going outside for a short walk, huh? I see..."
She smiled happily, and then Sweetie Belle announced enthusiastically, "Hoyo?"
The Doctor sighed, and then some sweat came sliding down his forehead. "No, no, Commissioner."
A pause.
"I swear, I haven't been inventing anything weird lately."
The Doctor was staring directly at Sweetie, and she just stayed where she was while smiling. Today, Sweetie was wearing an orange, buttoned up shirt with white overalls. She also had on a yellow hat that said her name, Sweetie across the front in pink and pretty cursive writing.
As for the Doctor, he just had on a basic blue t-shirt with grey pants.
"Yes, yes, good luck with finding out who that strange maid was. That is... quite the tale! Gahahah! Yeah, bye now."
He hung up the phone, and the phone said, "You were being far too nice!"
"Hmph," Dr. Rare responded. "It wasn't a mare! Give me a break..." He then redirected his attention to Sweetie.
There was silence.
"Sweetie? Yesterday, you just went out for a walk, huh?"
Sweetie asked, "Why do we wear shoes on only our hind hooves?"
There was more silence.
"Doctor! I completely forgot! I completed the speed test."
Dr. Rare face-hoofed. "You did... Sweetie Belle? That's... great, but..."
"Hoyo?"
The innocent child just stood there curiously, and that's when Dr. Rare at last asked her, "Sweetie Belle?" He looked her up and down and almost considered turning her off immediately. Instead, however, he finished his question. "How fast... and how strong are you really?"
She simply replied, "Have you been down to your lab recently?"
Shock and panic surged through his being, and he headed straight for the door. As soon as it opened, huge clumps of clutter and debris came crashing down, pulverizing Dr. Rare to a pulp.
"Gah-ha-hah... hah..."
"Hoyo? Doctor? It's not safe to go in that way anymore."
Mr. Black Crow flies over Dr. Rare's house, and exclaims, "Idiot! Dumbass! Idiot!"
"Repair!"
Buzz!
"Repair! Yo!"
Zap!
"Whew..." Dr. Rare then pointed the gun into the air, and he said, "Presto! Repaired!"
"Wooooow, Doctor!"
The lab was back to normal. Sweetie Belle just remained outside where the hole in the wall was. Dr. Rare motioned for her to enter, and once both of them were back inside, he repaired the hole in the wall, too. "There," he said while smiling at first. Then, he turned towards Sweetie, and asked her, "So...? What are we to never do?"
"But, Doctor, you can just fix it anytime you want!"
"No! You are to never destroy my lab! It's very important to me!" He huffed, and then finished lecturing her by saying, "Yes, I can fix it anytime I want. Yes, this is just some silly fan fiction based off of some old gag manga so we can do whatever we want... But still!" He huffed again. "We really shouldn't!"
"Why not?"
"It's just rated teen, and we don't want to have to raise it."
Sweetie snickered deviously. "Hehe, Good luck with that," she whispered.
"Now then," the Doctor said. "Today, you'll be going to school. Go to your room and get your backpack. I'll be in to help you get ready soon."
"Hoooy!" She ran off, yelling, "Ohohoy!"
"Mmrh," the Doctor grumbled. "That little filly's bound to be the death of me, I can already tell... By the way, just where'd all of my scratches go?"
He shrugged, and then pulled up Sweetie Belle's schematics from the computer. "She's definitely stronger than the computer had predicted... Faster, too... Hmm..." He next checked out her voice box, and Dr. Rare got a startling surprise. "What the...? Sweetie?" He yelled to her, "Sweetie! Please, come here. It's only for a moment."
The short, purple and white filly came wandering back down the stairs. "Yes, Doctor?" she asked.
"What's this?" He pointed at the screen. "What's in your throat?"
"Hoyo?" She came closer towards the desk and just smiled. "That's my N'cha cannon."
He just stared at her, and then the screen for a moment. "N'cha...? What's N'cha? I've never heard of something so ridiculous."
She swiftly hopped in place to face him, and said, "That's how I say hello!"
"N'cha?" he asked.
"N'cha," she responded gleefully.
The doctor merely giggled at that for a little bit before finally asking her, "Okay, and, uh... wh-what's the N'cha cannon?"
He immediately regretted the words that had left his lips.
Sweetie took in a very deep breath, and then, she screamed her greeting to him at the top of her lungs.
"N'CHAAAAAHHH!"
A ginormous blast of raw energy and sheer power followed, and once again, Dr. Rare's lab was reduced to rubble.
They were in the car, and at first, they both stayed fairly quiet while listening to the bumps in the road.
"Sweetie?"
"Yes, Doctor?"
He had to choose his words very wisely. After all, he only had himself to blame. Dr. Rare can be a real stinker at times, and you didn't hear this from me, the author, but he's also... a big, gigantic PERVERT! That being said, he really is a magnificent inventor.
Without even meaning to, Dr. Rare has not only invented the first robotic pony, but also possibly the most powerful being in the whole wide universe. That's pretty impressive for a guy that lives off of just ramen noodles breakfast, lunch and dinner, week after week, month after month, year after year-
"Are you quite done?"
"Yes, well I-"
"Thank you so much for the compliment just now but I could do without all the rest... Sheesh..." He adjusted the mirror so that he could see Sweetie Belle a little bit better. "Please... be a good little filly while you're at school. Okay?"
A bead of sweat came sliding down his forehead.
"Mmh, hm! I promise, Dr. Rare."
"No N'cha cannon! No removing your head! You're just..."
"A simple, and ordinary girl that's ready to go to school." They went by a house. "Doctor?"
"Yes?"
"Am I going to be your sister, or daughter?"
"You're my..." He thought for a moment. "You'd have to be my sister... No, you're my daughter... No, sister...?"
"Well? Which one?"
"Gah! You're my daughter...?"
Episode One, Part Three: School, Friends, and Young Beauty
Mr. Pink Gopher points, and says, "Pony Village Middle School."
The school stood tall with two flights of stairs. A large humanoid bug could be seen hanging onto a palm tree, and don't forget about Mr. Sunshine. He's busy brushing his teeth, and just beneath, Sourpony could be seen soaring over someone's field.
Mr. Pig drives along in his red automobile, and announces, "Colts and fillies of Pony Village, morning is here once again!" He happily does this every day. "Morning is here!"
At this time, the author would like to take a moment to elaborate more on the day and age. The ponies don't just live in peaceful harmony with a wide range of sentient animals. Actually, the pegasi, and unicorns, and regular earth ponies also all co-exist with one another as well.
This town is basically made up of all of those different kinds of ponies! Isn't that so unique? "Oh, but why haven't you mentioned that at all yet?" you may ask. Well, it just so happens that except for Sweetie Belle and Dr. Rare, we haven't come across any of those other kinds of ponies yet! HA! So... Where were we? Ah, yes.
They got out of the parked car, and before Dr. Rare could even step onto the sidewalk, Sweetie had wandered away.
"Hey," he called out, and he then came trotting in her direction. "What is it? What're you-"
The smell struck faster than the sight.
"Hah... Whew!"
He backed away, but Sweetie just kept on pondering over its pink, crusty texture. "Hoyo?"
"Sweetie!" The Doctor was losing his patience with her. "Get away from that! It's disgusting! Gah!"
She nabbed a stick, and instead of listening to the Doctor's orders, Sweetie Belle proceeded to poke the poop a couple of times. She began to giggle, and then, Sweetie Belle laughed hysterically. "I bet I can pick it up and-"
"Enough!" The Doctor at last grabbed her by the back of her shirt, and drug her away. "Do not EVER do anything like that!" She watched as Dr. Rare shivered while he furiously walked, and then went, "Yuck!"
Of course, she just laughed and laughed as he dragged her on into the building. "Haha! Doctor made a funny face!"
It happened almost as soon as he entered the complex. Directly down the hall stood a mare in a maroon dress. She had a brilliantly yellow mane which matched her equally impressive yellow coat, and she was busy directing a few of the children towards a nearby classroom. She then saw Dr. Rare, and just smiled peacefully in his direction.
He smiled back, but before he knew it, she was gone. Sweetie came up next to him, and asked, "Where do we go from here?"
"I'm... not too sure. We're looking for the principal."
"Yo," the principal said just as he went by them on roller-skates. He then stopped before Sweetie Belle, and asked, "Are you here to attend classes?" He was a unicorn, and had a white, combed back mane, and wore striped pants with a brown vest and tie.
She nodded, and then Dr. Rare said, "She sure is! Uh, which way to your office?"
"It says here that she's your daughter?"
"Er, no! Actually..." The Doctor remembered the teacher from earlier. "She's my sister!"
"Your... sister...?"
"She's just gotten out of the hospital," he lied.
"Oh, is that so?" The principal flipped a few pages. "She's just... much younger than you are, I'm noticing..."
"I was in the hospital, Doctor?"
"Yes! You were, and now you're much better! Also, I may be a doctor, but call me your brother..."
The principal had a raised eyebrow.
"Haha... Perhaps she has some memory loss due to her illness..."
"Yes, well, Doctor... Rare Belle... As I recall, didn't both of your parents die when you were young?"
Dr. Rare's ears nearly fell off. He rushed to whisper into the principal's ear, "Actually, okay... truth be told, she actually really is my daughter."
Just then, the same teacher from before that was wearing the maroon dress came wandering in gracefully. "Excuse me," she said politely.
Dr. Rare's attention was diverted, and the principal said to her, "Oh, please come in, Miss Young Beauty." Dr. Rare made sure to check the spelling of her title. Yes, Dr. Rare. Miss means that she's unmarried and open for dating. The principal resumed, "This is Miss Young Beauty, and she's the school's homeroom teacher."
Dr. Rare's eyes were wide, and they just kept getting wider the closer Miss Beauty came towards them. "H-h-homeroom...? T-teacher???"
She also had on green earrings which highlighted her brilliant, hazel eyes. Her stare was almost breathtaking.
"Are you Rare Belle? The inventor?"
He just quivered where he was for a moment, and then answered her, "Y-yes..."
She just looked down, and said, "Then you must be Sweetie Belle. Right?"
Sweetie responded by raising a hoof to wave at her, and said, "N'cha!"
The teacher caught on right away, and gave her a hoof bump while also saying, "N'cha to you."
"A-and," the principal said. "Miss Young Beauty, this of course is her fa-"
"Her older brother! It's wonderful to meet you."
Dr. Rare was now more handsome than ever.
The principal did a double-take on Dr. Rare. "But you just... I'm a little confused," he whispered.
"How nice to meet you," Miss Beauty said forwardly just before kindly grabbing hold of Sweetie Belle by the hoof.
"Well then, Brother," Sweetie said. "I guess I'll be going with Miss Young Beauty to class now. Bye'cha!"
He waved while playing along. "Bye'cha! Sweetie, be sure and pay close attention to your teacher, and learn lots."
Miss Beauty also said, "Bye'cha!"
And they were gone. "Whew!" The Doctor returned to normal and quickly became exasperated.
"Is she your sister, or your daughter?"
Dr. Rare shouted, "That was just a joke! She's obviously my sister! It's hard to explain, alright?"
The principal then asked, "How did you do that to your face just now?"
Dr. Rare answered, "I can only do it for a short period of time. The longest I've ever stayed handsome like that is about three minutes or so."
Needless to say, Sweetie Belle did not hold back her talents once inside the classroom and thoroughly distanced from her so-called brother. "Everypony," the teacher announced.
They were all in their seats. There was a kid that looked like Frankenstein, and there was one that looked like Dracula, and a whole bunch of other diverse children also occupied the room. There was also one that was wearing a white bunny mask, and one that wore and hat that looked like the top of a kitten's head. Sweetie Belle thought it looked really cute on him.
Finally, way in the back sat a pegasus filly with an orange mane. She had on a red ribbon tied to the back of her head to keep her hair out of her eyes. "Everyone, Please welcome our newest student, Sweetie Belle!"
Mostly everyone cheered for her.
"Sweetie Belle?" The teacher said to her, "Please sit anywhere you'd like."
There were open spots in the front, middle, and back row, and Sweetie Belle could've sat anywhere she wanted. However, she went all the way to the farthest row in the classroom, and Sweetie sat by the only pony in the whole room who didn't cheer for her.
"Eep!"
"N'cha," Sweetie said kindly, but the pony next to her was sweating.
"H-hello..." She then rolled her eyes and continued slouching.
"What's your name?" Sweetie asked.
"Mmh..." She glanced at Sweetie. "It's... uh, it's Apple... but everypony calls me Jane..."
"Why?"
"My full name's Applejane, but it doesn't exactly roll off the tongue."
Sweetie was much smaller as compared to Jane, so as she looked up at her, she smiled, and Jane smiled back.
"Alright, everypony, please pull out your math books and please turn to page three hundred and ninety-four. Can anyone solve the problem?"
"Yep!" Sweetie rose her hoof. Jane had her pencil in her mouth, but then, she just looked at Sweetie with disbelieve. "Number one is just one kitten. He's sitting by a pond watching carp frogs. Number two is a chicken divided by an elephant's trunk. That's how you get a mole's tail! Number three is obviously the square root of a wasp's wing. Number four is when you take zero points from a turtle after he swims minus a large gorilla and then put him up for sale."
The whole class turned back around to face the teacher, and to see if she was in fact correct.
"Let's see..." The teacher buried her muzzle into the answer book, and then replied with astonishment, "T-that's right, Sweetie! Goodness... I didn't even know all of that..."
Next was science class. Miss Young Beauty had on her lab coat and proceeded to pull up a poster of a frog. "Everyone," she said while pointing with a ruler, "this is the frog's heart."
However, Sweetie Belle was already hard at work. "You're too late," one of the kids yelled.
"Yeah, Sweetie's already finished an appendectomy," another kid shouted. "The frog's all better now!"
The teacher trotted on over to Sweetie Belle and Applejane's desk, and then the frog hopped up and onto Sweetie's head with ease. He held onto the scar that now kissed his belly, and said, "Why, you saved my life! Muchos gracias, sweet stuff."
The teacher almost couldn't believe this was happening. "A plus..."
At soft ball, Sweetie Belle broke a new world record. The ball went all around the world and landed right back where she had thrown it. Everyone was at first very scared, but then impressed. The ball even had stickers of all the equestrian nations stuck to it. Jane couldn't believe what was happening, and as time progressed, she eventually deduced that this just might be the same pony from yesterday who trashed not only the whole town, but also her and her friend's bikes.
School had ended, and Jane was walking home, but she wasn't alone. Sweetie Belle was with her, and she was holding onto her jacket. Jane just glanced at Sweetie, and Sweetie smiled back. "Uh," Jane spoke up. "Say? Sweetie Belle? It was nice to meet you, and you're... well, you're crazy amazing, but..."
Sweetie then said something that Jane hadn't counted on. "Can we be friends?" A couple of the other kids ran by, laughing while they played. "We're friends now, right?"
"Phhsh," Jane sighed as she rolled her eyes, and just kept walking along while still slightly being pulled on. "I guess so... Let me introduce you to the rest of the gang."
Biscuit Pie was the name of the small colt who was wearing the hat that looked like the top of a white kitten's head. He galloped ahead of Jane and Sweetie shortly after school was released, and caught up to his older brother, Taro Pie.
Taro was a bigger colt, and had a cool, jet-black mane. He also wore a pair of shades on his face practically at all times of the day.
These two brothers were pure mischief embodied walking Equestria.
"Want something really good to dink, lil bro?"
"Just call me bro. I'm not lil, and you know how I feel about my height."
"Psh, least you've got a horn."
Biscuit replied angrily, "I'd rather have your muscles, and good looks. This stupid horn doesn't even work!"
Taro placed a hoof on his brother's head just as they stopped, and he reminded Biscuit, "Hardly anypony's horn works. I heard that magic is, like, soooo haaaard!"
"It is," the little brother exclaimed while pushing Taro's hoof off of his hat, and he then pouted, "I've never even seen a unicorn using magic! Not even the principal, so I think magic doesn't even exist."
"Ah," Taro said, catching his littler brother's attention. "You can't go around saying that, though!" He seemed serious. "I've read that it's important to believe. Otherwise, you'll never be able to use magic and cast spells!"
"Well," Biscuit rebelled, "just why were you reading about that kind of stuff? You don't have a horn!"
Taro explained with a cool demeanor, "Because! I could easily end up on a date with a unicorn, and it would probably be good for me to know a thing or two. Right?" He tugged on his collar.
They were right beside the refreshments machine.
"Aha! So, you didn't do it because you care about your littler brother after all! You did it for yourself!"
From behind his sunglasses, Taro rolled his eyes, and then glanced at the vendor-bot. "No, that's not true. I had you in mind as well the entire time, and if I didn't care about you, I wouldn't be sharing with you at all, would I?" He then addressed the machine, "Say? How about a cold one?"
"Hey there, hello, and hiya! Sure! I've got grape, orange, and regular soda! Which will it be?"
"Soda?!" Taro pulled out an old looking cigarette and lit it. He then spoke up, "I'll have some beer, you bucket of bolts."
"Hmm... Say," the vendor-bot asked, "aren't you a little young to be smoking and drinking alcohol?"
He pulled out a yen coin, and asked, "What're you talking about? I'm, like, twenty-five." Taro being the eldest son was actually fully named Broad Bean Curlykingston Pie, and he was actually only fifteen years old. "So, come on and cough it up already!"
Biscuit then threatened the machine, "Keep asking questions, and we'll tip you over just like last time!"
As soon as they had their drink and were on their way, Taro yanked on an invisible string that was tied to one of his hooves and got his coin back.
"Gah," the machine yelled. "Not again!"
"Hehe, works every time." He popped the cap off of the bottle, took and sip, and then hoofed it to Biscuit. "Dude, he really talks a whole lot for a machine!"
Biscuit then commented after slurping, "I'm so glad that you're such a bad influence on me, big bro."
The two of them waited by a tall tree while passing the beer back and forth. As soon as Taro caught sight of Jane and Sweetie together, he just smirked. "Well, this has never happened before. This should be interesting, Bizz..."
Jane came walking up slowly, and she seemed highly embarrassed, too. Either that or she was mad about something. "Is that still cold?" she asked.
"Y-yeah," Taro said, and then Jane snatched it right out of Biscuit's hooves.
"Hey!"
Jane ignored the two brothers and Sweetie Belle who was still tugging on her jacket, and she just began hastily slurping. "Ah," she sighed after she was done.
Biscuit snatched the drink back, and then fussed, "Big brother, she drank almost all of it! Look, see?"
"What gives, Apple?"
"Ugh!" She gawked at Sweetie Belle. "Look at her! She won't leave me alone for a second! Plus, she's teacher's new favorite pet."
"Really?" Taro asked, "What's she good at?"
Biscuit answered, "Pretty much everything!" He folded his hooves, and pouted, "Math, reading, writing, science, physics, geography, sports, you name it!"
"What's that?" Taro asked in disbelief.
Jane spoke up, "Kids are starting to call her the new super-duper transfer student." Jane took a second look at Sweetie, and then admitted, "I think she... could hang with us, though."
"What?" Taro asked, "So, that means you've made friends with Applejane now, huh?" He looked up at the sky only to laugh a little. He then repeated, "Hmph, friends..." He looked back down at Sweetie, and then shouted, "We're bad! We're really, really bad, y'see!"
"Bad?" Sweetie asked.
Biscuit looked from his older brother to Sweetie Belle, and echoed, "Yeah, bad. We're really bad."
Sweetie gently patted Biscuit on his forehead, and said, "I don't know, you look kind of cute to me."
Biscuit got flustered and called out towards Taro for help. "Big bro! Did you hear what she just said to me?"
"Hah, I told you not to dress like that and go out wearing that hat. You've gotta look hip! Like me, see? Hip!"
He straightened his collar a couple more times, and then Jane suggested sarcastically, "Oh, yeah guys. Never mind what Biscuit just said about Sweetie. She must be taking us lightly!" She swished her hair while still carefully holding onto her schoolbooks. "The nerve! Hehe..."
Sweetie began sticking out her tongue at Biscuit.
"B-big bro! Did you see what she just did?"
Taro laughed at Sweetie's bravery, and told her, "You've got guts, I'll give you that much. But..." Taro brought up the empty can of beer in one hoof, and then, he used his other hoof to punch it. The can crinkled in his grasp, and Taro finished by threatening her, "See this? There's just no telling what'll happen to you if you don't show us, and all the rest of the bad kids some more respect!" The punch looked more like it hurt Taro's hooves, though. "G-got it? W-well?"
"That's my older brother for you," Biscuit said. "He's really good at somehow making something that's really lame actually look super cool."
Sweetie exclaimed, "I can to that, too!"
"Huh?" Biscuit asked.
"What'd she just say?"
Jane just took a step back. She had already figured out what Sweetie Belle was about to do. "Biscuit, Taro," she said. "Back away, quick..."
Sweetie walked up to the tree that the four of them had been standing next to, and she turned around so that her flank was facing it. She gave it just a single, small buck, and waited. Five seconds passed, and then, the tree slowly came falling down to the ground with a loud crash.
She calmly walked back up to the trio, and said, "See?"
They were all sweating, and Taro quickly extended his hoof while offering her, "Friends?"
Jane and Bizz almost couldn't believe this, and they both then fell to the flat, grassy ground together.
The sun is setting. Have you brushed your teeth?
"Oh," Taro said as he and Jane drove down the road on their bikes. Bizz road with his brother, and Sweetie was riding with Jane. "So, Sweetie? That would make you Dr. Rare's littler sister, eh? You were the one who destroyed the town and our bikes yesterday, am I right?"
Jane said, "You sure are strong for somepony your size. Was that really you, Sweetie?"
She merely laughed, and replied, "I was doing a speed test. Turns out I'm just as fast as I am super-strong, too!"
Taro just kept laughing the whole way. "Our bikes are trash now! Get this, though. Because we live so far away, the school had to give us new ones. It worked out in our favor, actually!"
Jane happily offered, "Let's celebrate! We can go to my sister's coffee shop and toast to our new friendship with coffee, okay?"
"Yahoo!"
"Yay!"
"Ohohoy!"
Wee woo wee woo wee woo!
"Uh, oh," Jane said just as the cops were pulling up on their tail.
Taro panicked, and shouted for everypony to, "Scram!"
The Pony Village police force was in full pursuit, and Officer One yelled out the window, "Hey, wait up!"
The other cop then shouted, "You kids aren't allowed to drive those things after curfew! What're you still doing out? It's almost dark!"
They went over the memorial bridge, but the police force was still directly behind them.
"Pull over and stop!"
"Get off of those things already!"
Sweetie Belle asked, "Get off?" She jumped and landed in the middle of the road with a small screech. "There! I'm off. Now what?"
"Oh, no!" One of the officers said. "It's her! I-i-it's..."
"Her!"
They were too late, and even though they tried to stop, they ran right into Sweetie. All that could be seen afterwards was a huge blotch of smoke.
"Who?" Mr. Owl flies by, and asks, "Who?"
Dr. Rare is sitting at home waiting for Sweetie Belle to return. He's even completed a brand-new talking clock for her to enjoy. "It's seven fifty-eight," the Doctor said, "and Sweetie still hasn't returned from school... This is bad." He checked the time again, and it changed to fifty-nine. "Geez... Where's Sweetie?"
Suddenly, the phone rang, "Ring, ring! Hurry up, Doctor! It might be a really cute gi-"
"Hello, this is Dr. Rare Belle." He listened. "What? S-she's at the police station?!"
Dr. Rare wasted no time and hung up the phone. He was out of the house, and in his car in less than a minute, and as he pulled up to the station, he saw the wrecked police car that was parked around the side. He came running in, and frantically asked, "Sweetie Belle?! Is she okay???"
Sweetie was standing by the commissioner and all of her new friends in the middle of the room. Meanwhile, Officers One and Three sat at a nearby bench with bandages covering their whole bodies. One of them had a crutch. "She's perfectly fine," they both told him.
Sweetie just stood there smiling the whole time. "Can we go home now, Doctor?" She looked at her friends, and said, "I'll see all of you tomorrow! Bye'cha!"
The commissioner then told her, "Be careful on those roads."
Taro said, "Umm, we told you how it happened several times. They told Sweetie to get off! So... she did."
Officer One said, "That's, ahah... exactly how it happened, actually."
Dr. Rare drove Sweetie home, and on their way, he asked her with an annoyed tone, "Well... did you at least enjoy your first day at school?"
Sweetie nodded her head, and asked, "I think Miss Young Beauty's really kind, and pretty, don't you?"
"M-M-Miss... B-Beauty...?" While he drove, he swayed from side to side for only a moment, but then, he regained his focus. "Yes, Sweetie... I think she's wonderful."
Sweetie slowly trotted into her room to lie down for the night, and Dr. Rare followed closely behind her. He seemed puzzled about something, and she looked up to him to ask as she got onto the bed, "Hoyo? Is there something the matter, Dr. Rare?"
"No," he said with a sigh. "I'm just... trying to figure out how to keep this whole thing a secret."
Sweetie looked up at the ceiling, and said, "Id-iot..."
"Huh?"
"I learned a new word today! It's idiot!"
"Haha, where did you hear that from? It means naive, or stupid."
"I learned it from Jane."
"Ah, Jane. Okay..."
Sweetie then said, "I don't think that you need to worry at all."
"Oh?" The Doctor asked, "Why's that?"
Sweetie looked at him, and confessed, "I bucked down a tree today right in front of my friends."
Silence.
The Doctor just stared at Sweetie blankly. "A... tree?"
"Yep! So... that being said, I think everyone here in this village... is an idiot, so don't worry Dr. Rare!"
"Ahah..." He just looked at her for a moment. "On that, Sweetie... you just might be right."
If you're reading this, it means you're an idiot, too.
Ohohoy! Hi there, it's me! Sweetie Belle! Did all of you have lots of fun? Next time, I want a thing. What thing? That thing! It's just down there. Everypony in the filly's locker room has one, but I don't. Why don't I have that down there, Doctor? Dr. Rare? Are you even listening to me?
Welcome back to the super-awesome Dr. Rare fiction! Please, enjoy the read! Don't go anywhere! Here we go!
~Here comes Sweetie Belle ~Gallopin' down the road
What's... gonna happen next?
~Take your bomb made of dreams ~and
Toss it high! Into the air!
Mr. Pig? "Eh? It's a beautiful day!"
Welcome one and all to Pony Village, the greatest place to be! ~Come one, come all and then you will see
Welcome one and all to Pony Village, let's all jump with glee!
~Remember to always Just be excited!
-End song
N'cha!
The stars above Dr. Rare's house twinkled lightly that night. All was quiet during the late evening hours of Pony Village. Nothing could disturb this sleeping nook within the countryside. Jane slept upstairs of her sister's coffee shop, and Taro slept alongside his little brother, Pipsqueak in their mother and father's barbershop. This wasn't by choice, of course. Pipsqueak was scared that there were monsters underneath his bed. Young Beauty could be found high on the thirteenth floor of her apartment, and finally, Sweetie Belle was lying a pink bed of her very own.
She remained awake, and stared up at those twinkling stars, and she felt grateful for the world that she found herself in. She blinked her eyes, and adjusted her head before saying aloud, "Thank you..."
Dr. Rare stopped, and asked, "How did you hear me?"
"Your hooves are heavy..." She rose with a sleepy head, looked at the Doctor, and then continued, "Thank you very much, Dr. Rare... for, uh..."
"Yes?"
She blushed, and said with the sun brightly rising behind her, "For bringing me into this world..." She looked down with a smile, and then, she said, "I promise to be a good girl, too."
We find our hero, Dr. Rare Belle out and about. Whilst shopping for his newest invention, Sweetie Belle, he comes to a startling realization.
"So, I've got her all of the expensive as hell clothes that she wanted. I even got some of the shirts and hats tailored with Sweetie's name on them... Now all I need is... Wait a minute..."
He stopped just after entering the women's undergarments section of the store, and thought to himself, "Oh, no... I haven't thought this all the way through. Sweetie is a little girl, and I'm... a grown steed. I could never get away with buying... w-with buying..."
The panties were on sale for 20% off.
He walked slowly, but timidly backwards, and acted as if he was lost. Once in the clear, he whispered, "I can't do it..." He peered at the mares that stood behind the counter. "They'll think I'm a pervert for buying panties no-less a pair or two for a kid. The clothes are normal. I can say that they're gifts, but panties? And what if I don't go through with this? I just can't have Sweetie going around without any underwear on!"
Then he got an idea. An awful idea... The professor had a wonderful, awful idea.
"That's it! I know just what to do!" The professor laughed in thought, "I'll put on some mascara and some lipstick, too!"
He soon found himself buying another dress, but this time, this one wasn't for Sweetie. "Yes, well, actually we do in fact have a one-piece dress that may just fit you... sir..."
"Ahaha, like I keep telling everyone, the wife asked me to pick a lot of these things up for her! The dress is for my mother, though, and these things aren't mine! It's mostly gifts for a friend's child! Hahahah!"
"Hah..." The pony had a tilted head, and he then asked cockily, "So, one dress for your mother? I see... I'm sure that you must be very proud that your mother also has the exact same measurements as you do... I think I have just the thing!"
Dr. Rare sighed. "I-I-I'll leave it to you..."
At last, Dr. Rare was all alone in the bathroom. After shaving, he slopped the mascara onto his face as best as he could. On went the wig, and out of the bathrooms emerged a fat Rarity.
"That damn bastard jerk... Who in the right mind would buy their mother a skimpy schoolgirl uniform?" he thought as he walked along angrily. Unfortunately, his disguise wasn't a very good one, but nevertheless, the professor was determined to carry out his mission. "I feel like the very embodiment of perversion!"
He walked around inside of the little girl's section for a few minutes and slipped by the clerk pony more than once. Eventually, Dr. Rare approached her awkwardly, and smiled.
It was the creepiest smile the clerk had ever seen.
Nervously, he asked her, "Um... H-hello... P-p..."
"Hmm...?"
"Panties..." He looked all around anxiously. "I'd like to buy some, uh... P-panties..."
"I'm... sorry, I didn't quite get that. Could you speak up?"
Again, "P-panties..."
"Pants? The young filly's pants is-"
"PANTIES!" Everypony heard him yelling. "Not pants... PANTIES!"
She gasped, and quickly replied, "Oh, yes, o-of course. One moment, please..."
She brought back a humongous pair of bloomers.
"Yes! I think these will fit you very well, ma'am!"
They also had a printing of an elephant's face in the front.
Dr. Rare became furious, and yelled even louder, "They ain't for me!"
"Ah!" She jumped, and she then threw the elephant print panties up into the air.
"Oh," Dr. Rare said with embarrassment. "Pardon me! I meant to say that they aren't actually for myself. I'm just shopping for a friend. Ohoh!"
The large pair of panties then floated down, and from behind the counter, the pony hid while exclaiming silently, "S-s-she's so scary...!"
In time, Dr. Rare had everything that he needed from the mall. Shortly following a quick cleanup, he headed back home. Sweetie was already back from school and was quickly found lying on the living room floor while watching dumb cartoons on the television.
She laughed, "Hahahaha!"
"Sweetie, I got you more clothes to wear," Dr. Rare said as he entered. "Try on whichever you like the most. I just want to make sure it's going to all properly fit you..." She had on a pair of short white socks accompanied by yellow-colored slippers. Next was a basic red shirt, and finally, some blue overalls. Dr. Slump asked, "What do you think?"
She looked herself over with a quaint smile, and complimented him, "It's perfect."
"Really? Everything fits just fine, huh? Oh, thank goodness for that!"
At this time, my young friend, the little blue bird who holds a really big pencil would like to point something out. He points at Dr. Rare's big face, and says, "Look! He's got a mustache again! You wouldn't have known that if it wasn't for me!"
"By the way, Doctor?"
"Yes, Sweetie? What is it?"
Nothing in the world could've prepared him for what he was about to hear next.
"Why don't I have... a thingie..."
"Hmm?" He glanced at her. "What... thingie?"
"That thing! It's just down there." She pointed loosely, and then said, "I don't have one!"
"GAH!"
He fell off of his chair, but Sweetie just continued, "We were undressing in the filly's locker room today, and all of the other girls especially Jane was saying that I'm weird because... well, because I don't have anything down there!"
Dr. Rare slowly tried to get back up, but he couldn't believe what was happening all of the sudden. "Th-this... can't be happening!"
He at last rose back up, and onto all four of his shaky hooves, but he just stayed like that with his back facing her. He was mortified. How could he have forgotten?
Sweetie Belle then said, "It's something very important..."
He glanced her way.
"I'm missing a-"
"GAAAH!" he covered her mouth and resumed shouting. "HAAA GAAAH, BLAAAH! You people reading this on your fancy computers, or your cellphones didn't hear anything, right?" He laughed with embarrassment.
"Doctor!" Sweetie pushed his arm aside, and exclaimed, "I want one, too!"
"GAH!"
He once again was on the floor and overwhelmed by disbelief.
"Hah..." He groaned, "Haaahhh..."
"Am I a perfect android?"
He looked at her sternly. "Yes. You are, Sweetie Belle."
"You liar!" She pointed her hoof at him, and asked, "How? Just how could I possibly be the world's most perfect robot... without something like that thing?!"
The professor held his head with both of his hooves. He now felt beyond mortified, but Sweetie was right. "How could this h-have happened?"
"Hoyo?"
He spoke aloud. "It's not... as if I forgot on purpose, Sweetie Belle, but... you see..." He became animated, and shocked. "I can't help it, for you see... I've... never even seen one for myself!!!" He looked at her, and confessed, "I've... only seen bits and pieces of a woman's body, so... without accurate data... Even a sophisticated genius such as I couldn't have done anything about it!"
That's when Sweetie made an excellent suggestion. "Well then," she said politely. "Let's go find somepony who will show us theirs!"
"Gah! No!"
"I know," Sweetie continued to say, ignoring Dr. Rare. "We can go ask Jane! I bet she and her sister will both show us what it looks like! Isn't that exciting, Doctor? Doctor?"
"Enough! Sweetie, no girl will freely show us that!"
Sweetie was so confused. "Why not?" She asked with a pout, "What's the big deal?"
"They just... They won't!"
"But..." Sweetie next closed her eyes, and she then breathed in deeply. After a second or two, she shouted very loudly, "I WANT ONE!!!"
