Carousel Boutique

Rarity hummed happily to herself as she prepared breakfast for the morning. Her baby sister had her first crush, and it was on one of her best friends to boot. Rarity sighed wistfully to herself, drawing comparisons to one of her many romance novels she kept locked away in her closet. This was the perfect set-up to a happy and long lasting relationship, when the two ponies in said relationship were already friends to begin with.

"Oh, I can't wait to see them on their first date... Scratch that, their WEDDING!" Rarity squealed, as she imagined herself sitting in the pews of Ponyville's Town Hall, sobbing into a handkerchief while Mayor Mare officiated the whole thing. To be honest, giving just that small description wouldn't do it justice. Let's take a quick look inside Rarity's head for the whole thing...

Inside Rarity's Mind...

It was four years later on from today, and a wedding had come to town and Rarity found herself sitting in the pews for the whole thing. But not just any wedding, oh no. It was the long awaited wedding of Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, soon to have "Belle" added on to her own name.

"Bet you've been waiting for this day, huh Rares?" Rarity's coltfriend, Big Mac asked in his deep voice. Rarity nodded and smiled even as tears twinkled in her eyes.

In the pews behind them, Scootaloo's mother Dizzy Twister blew her nose before handing off her handkerchief to Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon who were sobbing as hard as they could at the beauty and sheer romanticness of it all. Dizzy Twister sat in front of a teenaged Rumble, who was smiling at the sight unfolding in front of him. He was then finding himself having his tie chewed on by a little alicorn filly who was mainly purple and being held by her mother, Cadence also known as the Princess of Love.

"Sorry about that." She whispered to Rumble, who sighed and hung his head. He so wasn't going to get the deposit back on his suit was he? With a Alicorn version of Mayor Mare officiating, Sweetie and Scootaloo said their vows.

"Well, you may not be the Prince Charming I expected... or even a Prince... or even a stallion for that matter but you're the only one I want." Sweetie said as she and Scootaloo were handed their necklaces by another filly, Rainbow Dash and Soarin's three year old child. After Scootaloo had said her own vows and words of love towards Sweetie, it happened.

"Oh yeah!" Rainbow Dash and Soarin exclaimed in unison before rushing out the door and taking to the sky and breaking the sound barrier in twin Sonic Rainbooms. For Rarity, this day was perfect and she wouldn't change a thing about it...

Rarity then shook her head as she sighed to herself and chuckled.

"Oh dearie, look at yourself... You're getting ahead of yourself and letting your imagination grab you by it's reigns and run away with you. First things first, they absolutely must confess to each other!"" Rarity chided herself, before a thought struck her and her eyes widened in absolute horror. She'd just remembered what teenagers could be like when they were in love with each other, and how they didn't just stick to hugging and kissing.

"Well then, if that's the case..." Rarity muttered to herself as her mind was filled with images of Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle making out under the sunset (Romantic as that image was) before things progressed even further with Scootaloo's getting on top of Sweetie Belle and her kisses going ever lower and lower...

At where these images were going, Rarity gained a hugely noticeable blush on her face, as she shuddered at the imagery and mused to herself "Oh, now that is the Worst Possible Thing..." before a determined expression came to her muzzle as the images faded away. Actually, to be more accurate they were locked away in the darkest depths of the fashionista's mind where hopefully she wouldn't be able to remember them EVER again.

"Yes, no doubts about it. I've always meant to do this, but for whatever reason I've been putting it off for as long as possible." Rarity murmured to herself as she took a bottle of the Apple Family's stronger brand of cider that had been hidden in a cupboard and that she had kept for special occasions or needed confidence boosts and drank some of it. Now normally, she frowned on drinking in the morning or drinking in general really but she was going to need it if she was going to give her youngest sister one of the most embarrassing conversations a family relation could have with another... That is: the infamous "Talk".

Swallowing hard to herself, she called up to her sister's room but received no response. Rarity was somewhat relieved, maybe Sweetie wasn't home and was at a sleepover at a friend's house or something. To be honest, Rarity really had never been looking forwards to this day and particular moment in her life, and hoped she didn't mentally scar her little sister too badly. Rarity still had her own mental scars from when her mom and dad gave her their own version of the "Talk", complete with pictures and detailed descriptions! (Rarity made a very important mental note to herself, doing it THAT way was a bad idea.) Of course, Rarity then remembered putting Sweetie to bed just last night, so she couldn't have been at a sleepover. At this realization, Rarity called out again.

"Sweetie Belle, get down here this instance!" Rarity yelled, and received a annoyed grumbly response of "Alright, alright! I'm coming, least let me drag myself out of bed first!" from Sweetie Belle's room. Rarity sighed to herself and rubbed her temples, maybe this was that rebellious stage she'd been warned about by Applejack.

Eventually, Rarity saw her younger sister's tired and messy maned form trudging down the steps that led up to her bedroom. Rarity also noticed something else, Sweetie's face was blushing and she was covered in sweat.

"Don't even have to imagine what kind of dream she had, nor would I even want to." Rarity mused once more, as she again shuddered to herself, and had a brief moment of thinking she'd need more of that cider.

Sweetie rubbed her eyes and fussed with her hair just to try and make it look presentable. After all, she was a growing lady and even growing ladies had to look good in the morning, at least that was her sister's reasoning. Sweetie Belle's thoughts turned back to the dream she had last night, she certainly hadn't looked presentable at the end of it, that was for sure! Nor had she sounded like a lady, not with all of that moaning of Scootaloo's name. She just hoped Rarity hadn't heard any of what she was saying through the bedroom door.

"Sweetie Belle..." Her older sister began as she pulled up a chair at the dining room table. "You're reaching that age, and well... I think it's safe to say there are things you need to know... W-Well, just to be s-safe." Rarity stuttered out nervously at that last bit. Sweetie quirked an eyebrow in confusion. Whatever this was about, her sister really didn't want to speak about it.

"What kind of things?" Sweetie Belle asked, though every sense of hers was telling her to run as far as she could right out the front door for whatever reason.

"The f-facts of life dearie." Rarity stuttered again. "You know, the Birds and the Bees."

Sweetie's eyes widened, she knew what this was about and now she really wanted to bolt out the front door. She'd (Along with the rest of her class, well almost her whole class. Scootaloo had been out sick with the flu that day.) been given this conversation long ago.

"I-I already know this." Sweetie stammered, but Rarity shook her head and said "Nonsense, you only know the censored version they give to school age fillies and colts!" and gestured to the chair. Sighing, Sweetie jumped up on it.

"What, the version on how Princess Celestia uses her special "Mommy Magic" and puts the babies in the mothers?" Sweetie couldn't resist snarking at her sister. At least she'd get some personal amusement before the personal embarrassment came. Rarity gave her a serious look.

"This is nothing to joke about Sweetie, not one bit of it." Rarity chided, annoyed Sweetie was making sarcastic comments. This was important, Rarity shuddered to think of Sweetie having to end up care for a baby before she was even twenty!

So, for the next hour Rarity lectured Sweetie (Who's face kept on turning more and more interesting shades of red with each passing moment) on the Birds and the Bees. When the whole thing was over, Sweetie Belle fulfilled her personal promise to herself and bolted right out the front door, hoping to find some way to clear these memories from her mind. Maybe that "Brain Bleach" (Trademarked of course.) she'd heard Twilight had invented and was becoming popular would do the trick.

Later that night, Scootaloo was climbing a tree up towards Rarity's bedroom window, which had been left open to let some of the nice evening breeze in by it's occupant who had gone out on a gem hunting trip a half hour earlier. With a small hop and a buzzing in of her tiny wings, she was in and it seemed nopony was none the wiser. Scootaloo snickered to herself, she felt like that stallion from those Metal Gear Pony games she'd seen Rainbow Dash play from time to time.

"Now... Where are you?" Scootaloo wondered to herself. She'd overheard at one point from a disappointed Sweetie that Rarity often kept "Romance Novels" locked in her closet so the young filly couldn't get to them. Personally, Scootaloo wondered what was so bad about these books that Rarity kept them locked away from Sweetie. "Are they really that crappy..." Scootaloo reasoned, "...that Rarity wants to keep Sweetie or anypony else for that matter away from bad writing?"

Scootaloo brushed this thought away at once, as this sounded more like a Twilight thing to do. Scootaloo chuckled to herself, as a image of Twilight burning bad books in a bonfire came to her mind. Funny as it was, it just didn't sound like a Twilight thing either as she loved all books, even the bad ones and to just rip a page out of anything or just to even slightly tear said page, even one out of a children's book was to bring the wraith of a angry librarian down upon you.

At last, Scootaoo found and opened the mentally nicknamed Closet of Forbiddeness and looked at the backs of the books kept inside. One caught her eye, a book called "Fifty Shades of Hay." This was immediately tossed aside, as something cried out for Scootaloo to do so at once. Then another Scootaloo found, and she read off a bit of it's plot.

"Open Forelegs is a refined pony with good tastes, but what'll happen when she meets a bad and very "Big" pony from the wrong side of the tracks?" Scootaloo read to herself before groaning to herself. She knew she was probably going to regret this as the plot itself sounded dirty alone, but she read it anyway.

"Open allowed her lover's tongue to just explore her mouth, just a little but she knew more was what she wanted. She whispered "Please, more..." and the kisses came faster, and then they went lower..." Scootaloo read before her eyebrows went as high as they could go and her face just became as red as Big Mac's.

"Okay... I get the picture. No more reading required for me on this book." Scootaloo mumbled to herself before quickly tossing the book in the Closet of Forbiddenness. She was quickly starting to mentally keep that nickname in her mind, and bolding it as well. Searching through the Closet again, she found another book, but this time with not even a few moments into reading it Scootaloo quickly became disgusted. I'll leave what exactly she saw up to your imagination, as I'd rather not have to bump this fic's rating up. But the reaction should give you a good idea.

With a cry of "EWW! EWW, AND MORE EWW!" along with "That is so sick and wrong! Nopony should be able to bend that way, nopony! Completely uncool!" she tossed the book out the window before climbing down to the grass below, and dug a hole to bury the book in which once it was done, the "book" was quickly thrown in and covered with sod.

"Argh, Twilight's Brain Bleach is so going to be needed after tonight... I'm so not going to sleep well otherwise." Scootaloo mentally told herself before she quickly fled the scene.

Author's Notes:

Well, by the title alone I suspected all of y'all knew what you were in for, and I think I kinda delievered on the mortally embarrassing front for poor Scootaloo and Sweetie. Just a side note I think I should get on out of the way first, that little scene with Scootaloo reading romance novels was inspired by a scene from Twi-Fi's own Scootabelle fanfic "Scootaloo's Heartache" but I did change the scene around a bit so as not to be plagerizing it, namely with one of the main differences Scootaloo finding the romance novels in Rarity's closet instead of at Twilight's library, plus a bit more humor in Scootaloo's internal monologue.

Okay, next thing of notice is Rarity's little fantasy. If any of you that are reading this have read my other story "Broken Diamond" you might notice the whole thing is a parodic send-up of the ending scene. (What, I'm not allowed to make fun of myself?) Probably should point this out, even with all these little references towards "Broken Diamond", that doesn't mean they exist in the same universe. They're just that, little references and gags.

Next Time: Apple Bloom makes a play...