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!!cJ4MGVqvOKw 10/28/11(Fri)19:49 No.30977698>>30977291
"Oh, darling, you simply must stop fidgeting! I can't feed you this delightful soup Fluttershy prepared if you refuse to sit still!"
Squirming, Sweetie Belle ducked her head under the covers, shaking it with vigour. Her horn poked out ever so slightly from the duvet; above her, Rarity's almost-daunting figure skulked forward menacingly, still brandishing the filled soup ladle like a maul. The white unicorn herself looked frazzled, disheveled mane frizzy enough to look like the Mayor's Nightmare Night wig, but she continued to loom over the younger sibling's bed, sighing and tutting every so often.
"Come now, Sweetie, some of us have work to do," she chided, raising a hoof disapprovingly. Sweetie's eyes widened as she slowly crawled out from under the covers, until she could just barely peek out over the quilt's rim, enough to make eye contact with her disciplinarian sister.
"But sister," she moaned, voice hoarse and throat sore, "Fluttershy's soup always tastes yucky..."
"It's good for you, my dear," Rarity shot back, using her magic to grab Sweetie Belle by the scruff of her neck and pull her withers up until her head was lying comfortably in between the two pillows at the headboard. Sweetie choked, yelping as the force almost threw her out of her little hidey-hole, but she quickly closed her mouth when the spoon came flying forward.
Unfortunately, it wasn't quite fast enough, and her jaw slackened as the spoon breached the fortress of her teeth and poured its contents down her throat. Hacking and coughing as the awful medicine went down, Sweetie teared up a little, but above her her sister's expression turned from wrathful to comforting, bright, beautiful eyes crinkling slightly at the edges.
"Now, was that so hard?" Rarity laughed, moving in to peck Sweetie on the forehead. Yawning, Sweetie mumbled an agreement as she settled into the covers; Rarity simply smiled back, raising the spoon for another careful bite. |
