Bobbing for Fun - Part 2 (Open to all)

[Boss_Hoss1]

Snails blushed all the more as Miz Martini suggested telling Sunrise it was all his idea and putting in a word about how harming he was to Sunrise.

He giggled goofily for a moment before he could speak. Sunrise is such an awesome athelete and so speedy, and he was still so clumsy with these long grasshopper legs of his, and he wasnt' smooth like Captain Quirt by any means.. Oh well it couldnt' hurt of her mom said good things about him to her, right?

"Uhh yuh! O-our teacher is Miz Cheerilee. I.."

He swallowed and blushed to the point he nearly glowed "Ah would like you tellin' Sunrise it was my idea. Thank ya very much Miz Martini!"

Snails giggles as Brazil Nut pats his teal mane in passing, then turns to Applejack. "Ah kin have them all?! SU-WEEET! Thanks a whole lot Miz AJ!"

He scoops them into his candy bucket and bounces off happily, looking for his friends "HAY SNIPS! SCOOTS! EVERPONY! Ah gots Candy Apples ta share!"

(Snails scampers out of the thread)

[Hippo]

For the first time tonight, Applejack did a good job of listening to all of the ponies give her compliments, praise, admiration, and thanks. Often times she would continue talking about something else, but it was late and everypony needed to retreat to their resting places for the evening. After all the ponies ended their final words, Applejack waved a hoof. "Bye! Hope I see ya'll real soon! Stop by the farm, anytime!"

Thanks to Snails' taking of the candy apples, clean up was going to be mighty easy for Applejack. All she would have to do is leave the table and tub for the local warehouse in Fillydelphia she had borrowed them from. They had told her that she could just leave the furniture out all night long for them to pick up in the morning, as long as everything was clean and the tank was drained. So she gave the table a quick wipe-down, and threw any extra apples on the side in the nearby trash bin. "Whew! Now all I gotta do is drain this tub out." Applejack had been wearing her scarecrow costume all night long, and she couldn't wait to take it off. Applejack carefully slipped out of the hay-covered garment and rested it next to her saddlebag full of her other fixings. She would need to return the costume to the farm where it was truly used to scare crows away from her corn field. With a good full body shake, she brushed off the extra hay straws that remained stuck to her body. "Ahh, that feels better."

As Applejack walked up to the tank to pull the plug from the bottom, she had noticed there were still a few apples swimming with the green water. She was going to pick them out with her hooves, but she immediately thought of the challenge of grabbing them with her mouth that she had been entertaining other ponies to do all night long. Also, the whisper from Martini had been replaying in her head over and over, and she began thinking about her own love life. It was foreign to Applejack. She was so used to thinking about other ponies first, and encouraging them to be the best they can be. It wasn't very often she found herself meditating on her own self while considering such things.

Of course Applejack wanted to meet the perfect somepony. Of course she would love to have several little foals running around on the farm. Of course she was confident in herself to be a loving and caring mother. But it was always her backdrop, her assumption, that all of that would take care of itself in due time. Like waiting for a cutie mark.

Still, the silly little game got Applejack thinking about the old tale about mare's receiving true love when they successfully play a game of apple bobbing. Even Applejack, being the superstitious type, wouldn't believe such fables to be THAT true, but it didn't keep her from teasing herself while she gandered at the floating red and golden delicious that peaked out of the tub's water line. Applejack decided that she would entertain herself, but she didn't want anypony looking. She looked to the left, and there was nopony in sight. She looked to the right, and no pony was even walking around. Only a few loose orange and red leaves animated the now lifeless Fillydelphia fairgrounds.

So Applejack put her hooves up to the edge of the tub and looked deeply into the tub and eyed an apple. With a large smirk, she licked her lips and prepared to pounce with her head. Thoughts of her future stallion collided with her love for eating apples. Somehow, for that split second, it was all the same to her. She lunged her head forward and crashed her face into the water.