The Cutie Mark Crusaders Try to Make Your Bed
by sbloom85

Another horrible Monday was nearing its end. More so than it usually was. The Chinese restaurant had a grease fire and is under repair and your colleagues decided to go AWOL, leaving you alone to deal with the worst of the worst. You collapse on your sofa, praying that ponies haven't invaded your home today.

“Hey! It won't fit if you do it like that!” A high-pitched voice squeaked.

But then again, the universe does hate you for some reason. You throw your head back and try stifling the tears.

“How would you know how to make a bed? You sleep in a bag in the clubhouse.” A second voice said, this one had a more southern accent.

“Not every night.” A third, young and raspy voice said.

That's it. You had to find out what the heck was going on. You get off your couch and head to your room. To your horror, you find not one, but three ponies on your bed, a white unicorn with a pink and purple mane, an orange pegasus with a shorter, deeper shade of purple mane, and a yellow one with a red mane and a ribbon. You look around your room and find that everything had been taken off, even the pillowcases were taken off.

Your eyes finally found their way to three young ponies, standing on top of your bed, smiling. The kind of smile that one would make knowing they were in trouble and wanted to look as adorable as possible to get out of trouble. “Alright. Explain yourselves.”

The orange one whimpered. “I have a sleeping bag in the clubhouse and I sleep there a lot.”

The yellow one scoffed. “Just about every night. I worry about you sometimes, Scootaloo.”

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Sometimes?”

You shake your head as the trio continue bickering among themselves. “No!” That got their attention. “Explain that!” You shouted, pointing a finger at your naked bed.

The yellow one chuckled. “Oh, this! We accidentally undid the sheets. Don't you worry though, the Cutie Mark Crusaders will fix it up.” She said with a very confident tone. “Won't we, girls?”

The others let out affirming grunts and nodded.

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADER BED MAKERS! YAY!”

The force emitted from their combined shout knock you on your ass. Before you could protest the crime they're committing to your bed, they were already hard at work making it.

“Apple Bloom, you tug on one side of this sheet.” The white filly said to one friend before she turns to Scootaloo. “Scoots, you tug the other side, I'll use my magic to pull it to the other end.”

You grit your teeth as the trio start working with the fitted sheet. The set cost you a lot of money and you pray that it doesn't tear. You close your eyes and whimper.

“We did it, Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom shouted with pride.

You open your eyes and see that the fitted sheet was whole and covered the bed. You let out a sigh of relief.

The trio huddle together on top of the bed. “Alright, Crusaders.” Apple Bloom says. “We've got another sheet, a blanket and two pillows. Sweetie Belle, you work on the pillows, Scootaloo and I will get the other sheet, then we can work on the blanket together.”

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo nod and Sweetie starts on the pillows. No way it could be this easy.

As if on cue, the fitted sheet spontaneously combusts. The three fillies start panicking and run around like chickens with their heads cut off.

You consider allowing the fire to spread, to put an end to your torment, but you pick yourself up and make a beeline to the fire extinguisher. You bring it back to the bedroom and put the fire out.

Once it's over, you drop to your knees and start crying. Your insurance premiums were going to skyrocket because of these ponies. Fires, floods, tears in the fabric of the universe... they probably don't cover that last one.

The trio walk up to you with tear-filled eyes. “We're sorry, mister.”

If your rage was measured in scoville units, it'd rival the infamous ghost chili. The fillies give you a hug that acted like lactic acid to soothe your anger.

Apple Bloom smiled. “We'll buy ya a new bed. Better than the last one!”

You shake your head. “It's not the bed I'm worried about.” You point to the undamaged bed. “It's the sheets I'm worried about.”

The three looked at each other, clearly thinking about how to replace the sheets, then Sweetie Belle jumped excitedly. “Ooh! I'll have my sister make you new sheets.”

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. “Your sister is a clothing designer.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Yes, but she also makes bed sheets, but for some reason, she doesn't sell them.”

Apple Bloom shrugged. “We'll do that, but first, we need to figure out how to get out of here.”

Scootaloo grinned. “So we're having a slumber party?” The others nodded. “Alright!”

Your stupor passes when you feel your stomach grumble. You glance to the trio and sigh. “Who's hungry?” You doubted Sweetie Belle's sister would make the sheets, but if she did, the least you could do was take care of these little four-legged demons.