Request from Tolpain, who wanted Sweetie and Apple Bloom having a sleepover in the living room, with Sweetie once again disdaining pants. Terribly uncomfortable things, you know.
 
Also, any excuse to stick one of them in a giant sweater is a good one in my book.
 
Scootaloo couldn’t come, or is sleeping on the other end of the couch, or is raiding the kitchen, or is off fighting the Pear Demons in the orchard. You choose.
 
I think Sweetie Belle has become my muse or something. She appears in everything I do now. STOP BEING SO CUTE AND FUN TO WORK WITH, YOU ADORABLE SQUEAKING MARSHMALLOW!