My Little Pony Friendship is Magic: Sisterhooves Social
A/N: I'm here! I'm here! Sorry, but I was taking a nap earlier do to all the craziness and fun I had with Yami Faerie these past three days. Especially yesterday while celebrating her birthday with two photo opts. and getting our pictures taken with the Impala from Supernatural! So, I'm posting the first two chapters for Sisterhooves Social today, and more chapters at their normal time tomorrow.
Read, review, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from My Little Pony: Magic is Friendship. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.
CHAPTER ONE: SWEETIE BELLE VISITS!
The sun was rising over the mountains of Equestria, and over in Ponyville, most ponies were getting up to start a fresh, new day. However, over at Carousel Boutique, Rarity was still asleep in her bed, dreaming about food, and she only started to stir when black smoke started coming into her bedroom.
"Oh… Are those sweet… carrot… pancakes I smell?" she gasped and sighed. "Mmm, how divine, num num num num. The aroma… spiced warm apple cider." She sniffed as the growing smoke reached her nose. "Ahh, and, the smell of… smoke… smoke? Smoke?!" She sat up and screamed, falling out of her bed in her haste, forgetting to remove her mask from her eyes.
Her legs were tangled in her blanket, so Rarity ended up crashing down the stairs, and landed hard in the doorway to her kitchen, which held the source of the smoke.
"Rarity! Rrgh, you ruined the surprise!" Sweetie Belle complained from her position in front of the stove, which had smoking pots and pans on top, and the contents were burning. "I was gonna serve you breakfast in bed!"
Rarity sat up and sighed, removing her sleep mask. Her little sister had arrived.
Freeing herself of her blanket, Rarity entered the kitchen to give her sister a piece of her mind when she heard a voice speak.
"Well! G'mornin', Rarity!" said Hondo Flanks cheerfully from the table, where he was seated with Cookie Crumbles.
Rarity and stared at her parents, surprised since she hadn't noticed their presence before that moment. "Father! Mother!"
"I'll have you know that Sweetie Belle here cooked this yummy lookin' breakfast all on her own," Hondo Flanks said proudly, gesturing to the plates, bowls, and glasses filled with burnt food.
"I… figured," said the grey unicorn, walking over to the table and sniffed one of the glasses, making a face. "I didn't know you could burn juice."
"I've been giving her lessons," Cookie Crumbles informed her oldest daughter. "I wouldn't be surprised if she's got a cutie mark in fancy cooking by the time we get back from our vacation."
Rarity felt her heart sink at those words. "Vacation?" she repeated. "Is that this week? As in 'starting this very instant' this week?!" And when her parents nodded, she sighed and then grimaced when her sister placed a bowl of something burt black on the table. "Uurh. Let me guess: apple sauce?"
"Nope. Toast!" said Sweetie Belle cheerfully. "We're gonna have the bestest time two sisters could ever have! I'm gonna go grab my stuff from Dad's wagon." And she race out of the kitchen.
'There is no way that I'm eating any of this,' Rarity thought before returning her attention to her parents. "So, now, when you say 'a week'… is that, um, seven whole days?" she guessed, hoping that she was wrong.
"And six nights, I know!" Cookie Crumbles replied cheerfully. "Such a short time to spend with your little sis."
"You gonna eat that?" Hondo Flanks asked, pointing to her plate and she shook her head, prompting him to take it.
'My parents have iron-clad stomaches if they can eat all this burnt food without getting sick,' Rarity thought sourly before focusing again (A/N: Just like Shaggy and Scooby-doo). "But I've got such a long to-do list," she protested and then sighed. "Oh well, I suppose 'spend time with your sister' will just have to be added to the list." She jumped when there was a crashing sound and turned to the entrance.
Sweetie Belle was standing in the middle of a bunch of suitcases and bags, and she smiled sheepishly. "Just a few necessities." And her sister sighed, knowing that the overpacking came from her and not their parents.
Ten minutes later, Rarity and Sweetie Belle stood outside the boutique to wave bye to their parents as they drove off in the wagon, honking the horn. Once their parents were gone, the sisters went back inside and into the kitchen.
Rarity had to resist the impulse to shudder at the mess her sister had made. "Now, let's get that kitchen all cleaned up," she said with a forced smile.
"Cleaned up?" Sweetie Belle repeated, confused. "But we haven't even eaten yet."
"Well now, Sweetie Belle," her big sister said, eying the burnt food, "I appreciate the gesture, but we simply can't eat this breakfast; it's burnt." And she went to work on tossing the burnt food into the trash can and put the dirty dishes into the sink with her magic.
"It's not that burnt," her little sister protested.
'She must have an iron-clad stomach like our parents,' Rarity thought as she went to the cupboards. "Never fear, my dear," she said pleasantly. "I'll get a proper breakfast going." She began magically collecting everything that she needed.
"Can I help?" Sweetie Belle offered hopefully.
"Oh, er, of course," the grey unicorn stammered, recalling what happen the last time her sister had been helpful, "er, in one moment, Sweetie Belle. Let me just get things started." And she went to work on cooking a proper breakfast, ignoring her little sister.
This went on for several minutes and Sweetie Belle was becoming increasingly bored and frustrated. "Rarity!" she shouted, making her big sister jump while mixing up pancake mix. "I thought you said I was gonna help!"
"You are!" Rarity said, thinking quickly. "You… can… put the garnish on the plates." And she gestured to a piece of parsley lying on the counter.
Sweetie Belle came over and eyed it skeptically. "You mean this parsley?"
Rarity nodded, watching as her sister picked up the parsley and carried it over to the table. "Okay, now, easy!" she warned as Sweetie Belle tried to put the parsley on the plates containing cooked eggs. "It has to be just right! No need to rush. No! That's too slow. Careful! Back up! Looking for perfection here…" And she reached to help.
Unfortunately, Sweetie Belle lost her balance on the stool she was standing on. "Whoa, whoa!" she yelped, crashing into the table and sent the contents flying into the air. She cringed as most of the dishes were smashed, saved for one plate of eggs, and she watched as the parsley floated down and landed between the two eggs.
Rarity stared at the mess and sighed. "Not… bad."
A/N: I can safely say that I never treat my sisters like this, and we're all pretty good at cooking, too. R&R everyone!