Sweetie wanted to sleep on the train back from Manehatten, but she forced herself to stay awake. She didn’t want the dream princess making her do it on the train! She didn’t know if she could stand it if she had to do it in front of Rarity again. Her sister had been so worried. Rarity didn’t seem worried now, but there was a pensive tension in the train car that went unspoken between the two of them.

Maybe Rarity could help her though. Maybe it happened to Rarity too, and she learned how not to do it anymore. Rarity knew so much, Sweetie could only hope. And drift... and not fall asleep. She smacked herself with a hoof. She– Rarity was looking at her worriedly.

“S-sorry,” Sweetie said putting her hooves in her lap. “I need to... stay awake. I’ll tell I promise...”

“You’ve been outright exhausted lately, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said to Sweetie, touching her cheek with a hoof. “Have you not been sleeping well?”

Sweetie blushed and said quietly to Rarity, “It’s part of the ...bottom thing...”

“Oh dear,” Rarity said self consciously, blushing herself. “Well you don’t have to talk about it until we’re alone. But I promise this isn’t anything wrong with you. It’s just a natural part of growing up.”

“Even the dream pr–” Sweetie’s ear twitched at a desperate cry from a great distance. She felt dizzy then, and swayed in her seat. “Even the dream...” she tried again, but why she couldn’t stop from falling asleep? She wanted to hit herself again but she was too tired. “princess...” she whispered and then she was a handbag.

No, really. Rarity disappeared on the spot, and Sweetie Belle’s legs were in the air except they weren’t legs. She swung back and forth as the train cantered along the tracks. Some unseen mare was carrying her, like a handbag. Somepony was–somepony was opening her up! A hoof shoved roughly into her, rifling through her contents and digging deep into her depths. She wanted to moan but all she could do was sit there while that hoof prodded and stretched against her opening and her trembling walls.

As it searched through her it pulled things out of her, things that should never have been in her in the first place! Why did Sweetie Belle have lipstick inside her?! What was a book doing in there that her sister said was not for her to read? Why was it stretching and bumping against her walls as the searching pony tugged it out of her? She wanted to grab that hoof so tight and never let go but she couldn’t. Her muscles ached to clench down, but Sweetie Belle was just a handbag, and handbags cannot hold they can only sit there loosely growing in need as they need to close down on the things inside them.

At last Sweetie was completely empty and naked, and exposed before the searching pony, and still that pony was not satisfied! Sweetie wanted to scream as those hooves spread her wide open and the pony stuck her entire nose in, snuffling around inside Sweetie seeking something unknown. Sweetie had nothing to give her! There was nothing left inside her other than an animated seeking nose and lips, those lips teasing, testing her walls and teasing her with the frustrated desire to move, to convulse, to close her legs to trap that face that amazing face inside her. Yet as frustrated as she was from doing those things, the pleasure singing through her just never seemed to stop growing.

A strange resentment bubbled up in her delirious glee, as she somehow knew that if she told one word of this to Rarity, that Rarity would stop her from feeling like this ever again. It was like somepony was telling her, but nopony could tell a handbag anything. And that’s all she was. A quivering keening handbag who kept thinking that she just wanted release and if she ever told anypony then she could never have it and she wanted it so bad and– and the pony found what she was looking for inside Sweetie Belle. The slippery muzzle pressed deep into her and it found her button. And it licked her button with that tongue.

Sweetie Belle awoke cradled in Rarity’s arms, still riding on the Ponyville bound Manehatten train. Her bottom immediately started convulsing, and blessed waves of relief flooded from her slick thighs, making Sweetie Belle tense against the arms holding her and quietly moan, immediately rousing Rarity’s attention. “Oh, Sweetie Belle you’re alright!” her sister wept, pulling the limp Sweetie Belle against her.

“R–R...” Sweetie Belle failed to say Rarity’s name and just gazed up at her lovingly as the weeping unicorn clutched Sweetie to her chest, Sweetie’s only movements were the compulsive clenching inside her like the smallest handbag ever, and her hind legs kicking lightly and automatically with the same rhythm that was happening inside her tummy.

“Sweetie...” Rarity said looking into her eyes more critically. “You are alright aren’t you? How do you feel?”

“Soo... good...” Sweetie moaned, looking at Rarity and seeing her so intensely. Rarity glanced down at Sweetie’s twitching belly, immediately tensed and inhaled sharply. Sweetie blushed terribly and tried to bury her face in her hooves, but there was nothing she could do that would stop her bottom from doing that. All she could do was wait for the clenches to slow until she felt like she could stand on her hooves again.

Rarity was... Rarity was pulling Sweetie Belle’s hooves away from her face. Rarity was looking into her face again. Rarity was smiling at her. “There there, Sweetie,” Rarity cooed to her, “Just relax for now. Honestly, what am I going to do with you?” Sweetie couldn’t answer, and Rarity didn’t answer, but just silently slipped her muzzle above Sweetie Belle’s teeny little blunt horn and kissing her lightly on the forehead. And so at last, Sweetie Belle’s contractions slowed, then stilled.