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Curtain Rise!

Act IX: He's Mine

Getting one of Spike's scales was a very easy feat. All Sweetie Belle needed to do was take a look in Spike's little bed, a pluck out a dead scale. She smiled as she watched it dissolve in the green liquid. Not wasting another moment, the filly ran over to the Carousel Boutique.

However, right as she got to the door, Sweetie Belle skidded to a halt and neatened her mane with her hooves. She then slowly opened the door a bit and looked around the main room. She smiled as she saw that Rarity wasn't there, perhaps upstairs in her work room. She slowly and quietly snuck in and crept into the kitchen. She knew better than to try the fruit punch trick again, so she chose to pour the contents of the plum-sized bottle into a mug of milk. She also poured a tall glass of milk for herself.

"Sweetie Belle? Is that you?" came Rarity's voice.

Sweetie Belle quickly put the bottle in the cupboard under the sink, and turned to see Rarity walking in.

"Hi Rarity," the filly said with a forced smile, "How was your day?"

Rarity smiled, "Oh, it was wonderful, Sweetie Belle! Spike was such a big help".

Sweeite Belle's rage flared within her, hurt deeply by how happy Rarity was about this.

"He's such the perfect little gentleman. We had a lovely little tea-time too."

"Boyfriend thief. . .He's mine!"

"Well," Sweetie Belle said, "I just thought of a real good song. Just for you, Rarity!"

Rarity looked endearingly at her little sister, "Awww, Sweetie Belle, how sweet of you."

As Rarity gave her a hug, Sweetie Belle frowned sadly.

"Rarity. . .I wish you knew that you and Spike don't go together, and that he was perfect for me, not you. He's too young for you. You're too uptight. I have to split you up for your own good."

Sweetie Belle returned the hug as tight as she could, fighting to hold back the tears.

"I'm doing this for you, big sis. I still love you. . ."

Sweetie Belle sighed and said, "Okay, but before I start. . ." Sweetie Belle gave Rarity the mug and took the glass for herself.

"A toast!" Sweetie Belle said happily, holding up the glass.

Rarity chuckled, "Of course!"

"To an amazing music career!" Sweetie Belle declared.

"Cheers!" Rarity said.

The pair clicked mug and glass and lifted them to their lips. Sweetie Belle gulped down her milk, but Rarity hesitated.

"I believe a proper toast needs tow of the same cups," Rarity said with a slight frown.

"Raaaarity!" Sweetie Belle moaned.

Rarity blushed a bit and said nervously, "Oh yes. . .ha-ha-ha. . .of course. . .give an take, give an take. . ."

Rarity then took a sip from the mug. As soon as the liquid went down her throat, the mug fell right out of Rarity's magic grip and hit the floor, shattering.

"Oh- oh d-d-dear!" Rarity stammered as she staggered forward, "How did tha-," Rairty yawned in mid sentence. She seemed very tired. "Oh dear. . .I feel . . . I feel. . ."

Sweetie Belle smiled triumphantly. "Rarity?" she asked sneakily, "What do you think about Spike?"

Rarity blinked, "Spike? Well. . .he's my. . .my. . .my little Spikey. . .Wikey?" The unicorn had a confused look on her face as her eyes were half closed lethargically. Rarity stumbled and bit and landed on her rear, her eyes derping in circles.

Sweetie Belle just shook her head in bemusement as she slowly walked around Rarity in tight circles. "Ready for my song, Rarity? 'Cause here we go:"

He might be nice to you

But he's thinking about me

So baby, think about another lover

And go find another brother

I know he's my guy

He's all in my hooves

It feels good when he calls my name

Don't you wish you had the same?

Feeling discussed, working your stuff

'Til he thinks about mine

Now he's feeling real high

You ask why 'cuz he's mine

Sweetie Belle bent down and bopped Rarity's nose with her hoof.

Tell you something

That just ain't cool

Never fall in love with a guy

Who don't love you

I wouldn't waste my time

Telling something wrong

You've been with him one night

And now he's coming home

Sweetie Belle grabbed a few crayons and paper she had left on the kitchen table. She lay on her belly and sang as she began drawing a picture.

He's mine

You may of had him once

But I got him all the time

You can't sleep at night

He's mine

You may of had him once

But I got him all the time

Don't try to dry your eyes

He's mine

You may of had him once

But I got him all the time

I got him all the time

Sweetie smiled at the picture she drew. It showed her and Spike sitting on a park bench, and Spike was holding her hoof. She passed the picture over to Rarity. She groggily looked at it and smiled, "That's nice, Sweetie Belle. Very nice. . .I guess he's your type. . ."

Sweetie nodded as she walked up and looked Rarity straight in her sleep eyes.

Today was no date

He saw you too late

He's too young for you

This thing's gonna fall apart soon

To do this is sick

So don't let him hit

Let him find a cute little a lover

That is strong

I got all his love, baby, don't try to take it

You wanted a piece, you were mistaken

'Cuz he belongs to me

Sister, can't you see?

I tell you that just ain't cool

Never fall in love with a guy

Who don't love you

I wouldn't waste my time

Telling you something wrong

You've been with him one night

And now he's coming home

Rarity nodded again and again as she slowly nodded off to sleep. Sweetie Belle smiled and planted a small kiss on her big sister's forehead. She then carefully laid her larger body over her own. It was laborious and strenuous, but Sweetie Belle managed to slowly carry Rarity up the stairs. Her singing seemed to get her to press on despite the exhaustion. Rarity's bedroom seemed closer with every lyric.

He's mine

You may of had him once

But I got him all the time

He's mine

He's mine

You may of had him once

But I got him all the time

He's mine

He's mine

You may of had him once

But I got him all the time

He's mine

Soon, Sweetie Belle heaved Rarity unceremoniously onto her bed with a solid plompf. The filly smiled as she tucked the older mare while still singing to her.

We don't have time

Playing these games

You had him once

But it's me on his mind

No need to cry

Go dry your eyes

Get over it

It was only for one night, ohh

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Sweetie Belle skipped happily on her way home, the empty bottle tucked inside her man, satisfied that Spike was finally free of Rarity. She still sang to herself as she went back home, where the dragon of her dreams was waiting for her.

He's mine

You may have had him once

But I got him all the time, ohh

He's mine

He's mine

You may have had him once

But I got him all the time, ohh

He's mine

He's mine

You may have had him once

But I got him all the time, ohh

He's mine!

"Tuesday's the day after tomorrow! That'll be when Spike gets to hear my love song for him! Maybe he'll kiss me! Oooh! I'm so excited!"

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Curtian!

Author's Note:

This Act's featured song was "He's Mine" Mokenstef. A smooth, older song. My mom listened to these types of songs all the time, and she still does. Nothing like nostalgia music to put you into a good mood. With all the upbeat, dark, creepy, or angry songs we've had, a song like this is a nice change.