Midnight Snack

Midnight Snack
By Doctor Cobra

The citizens of Ponyville had all settled in for another night’s peaceful sleep. Except for Rarity, who had spent the first several hours of the night tossing and turning restlessly. Now she was making her way downstairs, her finest silk pajamas clinging to her supple white fur, intent on doing something to settle what was keeping her awake. “How could I have been so foolish?” she asked herself as she stepped over Opal sleeping in the middle of the main room and made her way toward the kitchen. “Concentrating so hard on work that I neglect food for the whole day is decidedly not a good idea,” she continued to amusedly chide herself. “Let’s see. What to eat, what to eat?”

She opened the cabinets and stood on tiptoe to look at their contents. She sighed. Nothing to her tastes in the middle of the night. However, her reaching up made her feel slightly conscious of how tight her pajamas seemed to be lately, particularly the pants. Rarity sighed again at the prospect of having to get a larger set of sleepwear and possibly other clothes as well if her already ample lower regions succumbed any further to the delicious food (particularly desserts) of the fancy restaurants she frequented. Then she got an idea and smiled. “Of course! Now I know just what to snack on,” she said adamantly and opened the fridge instead.

Glancing down, she saw it – the delectable blueberry and marshmallow cheesecake she’d brought back from her last trip to Canterlot. She’d told her associates she was too full for it at the time, but truth be told it looked so scrumptious she would have scarfed it right then and there. She just didn’t want to look gluttonous. Now however...

Licking her lips almost erotically, she squealed “Mmmmmmmm, come to momma!” and dropped to her haunches to grab the prize from the bottom shelf. But as she did there was a sudden SHRRIIPP from behind that made her eyes widen and her cheeks automatically redden. Completely forgetting about hunger, she slowly reached a hoof to her hindquarters and felt the seat of her pajama bottoms… which suddenly felt much looser having just ripped open all the way up to the waist, exposing a very large portion of Rarity’s hefty plot.

“O-Oh, my,” she uttered slowly, deeply embarrassed. “I knew I was pushing things a little but it seems my trousers have finally given up on me. Shame on you Rarity,” she scolded herself. Though still blushing, she attempted to compose herself and slowly stood back up, keeping a grip on her pants. At least nopony was around to witness this wardrobe malfunc….

“Sis?” said a very familiar voice from behind.

Rarity started and looked back to see a pajama-clad Sweetie Belle standing in the doorway, head cocked quizzically and clearly wide awake. “S-Sweetie?” she stammered, trying to hide her rear end with her pajama top. If she was wearing the underwear she thought she was, her little sister definitely did not need to see them! “What, er… What are you still doing up?”

“I heard a really weird noise,” replied Sweetie. “It sounded like Opal was tearing up more of your fabric!”

Inwardly kicking herself for letting her butt go so much that splitting her pants could be heard all through the house, Rarity went redder but decided it was best to let Sweetie think what she wanted. “Um, yes! Opal’s being a naughty kitty and mommy will deal with her in the morning!” she laughed a little too forcefully. “No need to worry. Now why don’t you head back to bed and I’ll just, um...” Without thinking she lifted her hoof from her waist to close the fridge door, and a second later regretted it. Her ruined pants fell to her ankles, the sight perfectly illuminated by the light of the still open fridge.

Both unicorns gasped aloud and Sweetie’s cheeks went pink as well at the sight of her big sis’s now fully exposed bikini panties, black with hot pink polka dots and matching lace trim. Rarity squealed and hastily used her tail to hide her predicament. Feeling her booty jiggle slightly even in the confines of her underpants, she mentally berated herself again. Even in front of her own sister, this was mortifying and she didn’t know what to say. She just stood there, literally caught with her pants down, waiting for Sweetie to squeal with embarrassment as well or burst out laughing or vow to tell her friends what kind of underwear Rarity wore as revenge for something or other. But instead Sweetie just said, “Wow, I guess you were right, Rarity. Midnight snacks really aren’t worth it if this is what happens to you when YOU try to sneak one!” Then the giggles finally came as she scurried back upstairs as fast as she’d come, leaving Rarity, a victim of two consecutive kinds of exposure tonight, standing there agape.

Eventually the unicorn pulled her pants up and held onto them as she gracelessly made her way to her sewing machine, no longer caring about sleep or snacking. “Let’s just get this over with,” she sighed, bitterly aware the whole time of the slight draft around her bottom.