Author's Notes:

Written by request! Enjoy!

"Oh come onnnnnn, Rarity!!" Sweetie Belle whined. "Why can't we have a slumber party?"

"Darling, we have been over this." Rarity tossed her mane with a long-suffering sigh. "I am going out of town overnight with the girls on a task, and I will not be here to supervise."

"Well, why can't we just do it ourselves??"

"Because, Sweetie Belle, you and your friends are still little fillies and you are not quite capable of hosting your own party unsupervised. Why, I should come back to find something destroyed!"

Sweetie Belle scowled at her sister fiercely.

"We could handle things just fine, sis!"

"The answer is no, darling. Now do go play while I finish packing my bags- sweet Celestia, Rarity, whatever are you thinking packing that horrid thing?!"

As the fashionista set to throwing "hideous", "horrid", and "simply frightful" choices out of her bags and replacing them, Sweetie Belle glared at her and then turned and sulked her way out of the boutique and straight to CMC headquarters.

"RARITY IS SO UNREASONABLE!" She yelled as she slammed the door open, causing the two occupants of the room to jump and fall over backwards.

"What in tarnation did she do now?" Apple Bloom asked, as she and Scootaloo picked themselves up.

"She won't let us have the slumber party!" Sweetie Belle huffed.

"Why not?" Scootaloo tilted her head, gazing curiously at her friend.

"Oh she gave me some reason about being gone overnight and how we can't do it ourselves because we aren't capable."

"Oh yeah." Apple Bloom nodded. "Applejack did say they were goin' outta town. Ah reckon we should just call it off then."

"Yeah, maybe we can do it tomorrow night or in a couple of days." Scootaloo added.

"No siree!" Sweetie Belle stomped her hoof on the clubhouse floor. "We are gonna have that party, girls! Rarity thinks we can't do it, well we'll just show her! We'll throw that party and when she comes back there won't be one thing destroyed!"

"You sure she won't be mad we did it anyway?" Apple Bloom asked skeptically.

"Not if we clean up after ourselves and leave everything in one piece." Sweetie Belle answered firmly. "We'll take such good care she won't even think about being mad!"

"Well...I mean it could be pretty fun." Scootaloo offered, with only slight hesitation. "We never tried a slumber party on our own before!"

"Ah reckon." Apple Bloom rubbed her muzzle with a thoughtful nod.

"So are you in, Crusaders??" Sweetie Belle demanded.

"Yeah!"

"Yeah!!"

Sweetie Belle held up her hoof and two others met it in an enthusiastic hoof bump.

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS SLUMPER PARTY PLANNERS, YAY!!"

When they dropped their hooves, the fillies went into full planning mode.

"So! We wait until they're gone and then we drag a bunch of stuff in for our party! We'll need candy, and cookies, and drinks."

Sweetie Belle was busy drawing a list on the clubhouse wall in red crayon. She stared at it, deep in thought.

"How about inviting other fillies?" Scootaloo asked.

"Ooh good idea! Peppermint Twist, uhhh..." sweetie Belle frowned. "We'll make a list when we're done with this one."

"You been hanging around Twilight?" Scootaloo shook her head. "Lists for everything."

"Oh! We're gonna extra blankets!" Apple Bloom piped up, waving a good. "Ah'll bring a couple, and Scoots can bring one."

"Good idea!" Sweetie Belle wrote it on the wall list. "Ok, anything else?"

The other two admitted to not knowing what else to think of.

"Well then, we're good to go! We better head back to our places. Meet up at the boutique at four?"

Another epic hoof bump later, the trio left the clubhouse and scurried to their respective places. They were in plenty of time to see their sisters off, and it was with great eagerness that they bid them farewell.

"Now ya'll young'uns behave yourselves." Applejack warned. "Apple Bloom, don't ya go givin' Big Mac and Granny a hard time, ya hear?"

"Ah won't!" Apple Bloom hugged her sister's forelegs. "Have fun, sis!"

The Element Bearers boarded their train and left, and the three fillies squealed in delight as they hightailed it to the boutique. A little bit of decorating, setting out the candy, and throwing blankets around, and they were ready for company. As a few of the fillies from school arrived and started up a game, the CMC relaxed and threw themselves into their party with vigor.

In light of excitement and a sugar rush, the games grew increasingly more dangerous for the easily breakable inanimate objects in the room, and a loud shattering noise soon stopped everypony in their tracks.

"What was that?" Scootaloo asked in concern.

"Uhmmm...girls? Do you smell something?" Peppermint Twist sniffed the air.

All eyes went to the corner of the room as gasps of panic and horror sounded. The lamp the girls had had on the table had been knocked off, and the oil inside had leaked out, providing a line of amber colored fuel directly to Rarity's unfinished newest dress line.

"Oh no!" Sweetie Belle cried out as the flames jumped up to grab the fabric that was not that far off the floor. "Nononono! Not the dresses!"

Everypony went into full panic mode at that moment. Some ran screaming outside, while other stayed with the CMC and tried to help stop the fire. The flames had spread rapidly, engulfing the last of the dresses and threatening to devour the entire shop. The fillies desperately flung bottles and buckets of water on it, coughing at the cloud of smoke that kept getting thicker.

"It's not working!!" Scootaloo yelled.

"Ah can't see!" Apple Bloom shouted. "My eyes are burnin'!"

Grown pony hooves and forelegs captured the fillies, making them shriek in shocked terror, and dragged them out into the cool starry night.

"Stay here!" Mr. Cake's voice commanded.

Tired, scared out of their wits, and still partially blinded from the tears caused by smoke and panic, the fillies obeyed, laying still in the grass.

"Rarity is so gonna kill me!" Sweetie Belle whimpered, and her companions couldn't even argue.

Eventually, Mr. Cake returned to check on them.

"How bad is it?" Sweetie Belle asked fearfully.

"No injuries. And fortunately all that actually burned were a bunch of dresses, some curtains, and a few mannequins." Mr. Cake replied. "There is mostly just smoke damage. It should be fairly easy to clean up...time consuming yes, but not hard."

Sweetie Belle buried her head in her forelegs, groaning.

"I'm so dead when Rarity gets home."

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom didn't answer, but the same thought was going through their minds as well. They were all suddenly hoping that maybe, just maybe their sisters' return might be delayed for, say, a few months. Because there was no way any of them wanted to explain this disaster. Ever.