Fritter and Flitter

Flitter pinned Apple Fritter against the wall, her lips pressing against the pale yellow earth pony's counterparts, and her tongue exploring the inside of the young mare's mouth. Apple Fritter ran her hoof through Flitter's opal-coloured hair and pulled her closer.

The two mares could hear the crowd only metres away, just around the corner. Flitter pulled away from the kiss. "Shall we find somewhere a bit more private?" she asked. Fritter nodded and the two hurried away.

Earlier that evening, Apple Fritter had been getting ready to go out to a Ponytones concert. It would be the first Ponytones show to officially feature her cousin's good friend Fluttershy. Her other cousin, Big Macintosh had gotten her the ticket because he was in the band too.

She had tied her hair into two loose bunches using her best red ribbons. If anyone had asked, she would have told them that she wasn't aiming to impress anypony in particular, but she liked to look her best. But if she were honest with herself, she'd admit to having a bit of a crush on Fluttershy. She normally thought of herself as straight, but those pegasus girls looked so magnificent. And those wings looked so soft but strong. Fritter would totally go gay for a pegasus.

She debated wearing her hat, but decided against it because it might block somepony behind her's view. Apple Fritter was considerate like that.

Meanwhile, Flitter and Cloudchaser were also preparing to go to the concert. All the pegasi in Ponyville were so excited that the Ponytones had a new member who was a pegasus, and the sisters considered themselves lucky to have gotten tickets to the show. They were like gold dust.

Flitter carefully brushed her mane and tail, and tied her hair back with a big pink bow.

Once she'd finished grooming herself, she went to see what was keeping Cloudchaser so long. She looked around for her sister, and finally found her in the bathroom leaning over the toilet. As Flitter entered the room, Cloudchaser flushed the toilet and wiped her mouth with a tissue. She turned to face Flitter, and her face looked green.

"I'm not feeling too great, Flits," said Cloudchaser weasily, stating the obvious. "I think you should go to the concert by yourself."

"Oh darling," replied Flitter, "are you sure? It won't be the same without my BSBFF."

"Yeah," answered Cloudchaser defeatedly, "I really thought I'd be OK, by the evening, but it's just been getting worse."

"I could hang around here if you like, Ceecee. I'm sure I can think of ways to take your mind off it. And there will be other Ponytones concerts," suggested her sister.

"No," replied the sick mare, "I wouldn't hear of it. I know how much you like the Ponytones - especially now that Fluttershy has joined the line-up." She emphasised the name of the Ponytone's newest member, and her little sister blushed slightly.

"OK, if you insist," said Flitter, walking towards the door.

Flitter had sworn off stallions months ago, and Cloudchaser was very well aware that Flitter preferred mares now. Flitter had a bit of a thing for Fluttershy in particular. Her yellow coat, and her long tail were simply beautiful. Flitter stepped out of her bedroom window and fluttered down to the ground with a few small flaps of her wings.

A butterfly that flaps its wings can cause a tornado weeks later.

Apple Fritter meanwhile was saying goodbye to her great aunt Granny Smith, and her cousin Apple Bloom and heading out to the concert.

"Don't get back too late, you hear?" said Granny Smith.

"Oh, Granny," replied Apple Fritter, "I'm not a little girl any more. I'm eighteen!"

"I know, I was just pulling your leg," laughed her great aunt.

Big Mac had asked if she'd like to walk with him, but he'd been leaving very early to get ready, so she'd decided to make her way on her own instead. As she was arriving at the concern venue, a group of roudy earth colts came past. At that very moment, a sudden gust of wind picked up, and blew the ticket out of Fritter's teeth. It landed in a puddle just as the colts steamed through.

"My ticket!" shouted Apple Fritter, but it was too late. By the time the colts had gone past, it was nowhere to be seen. Had the mud stuck the ticket to one of their legs? Had it gotten buried in the sediment at the bottom of the puddle? Nopony would ever know, she guessed. But whatever had happened to it, it was gone.

Apple Fritter tried negotiating with the pony at the gate, but there was no way he would let her in. She tried explaining that her cousin was in the band, and even though he didn't entirely disbelieve her, he couldn't leave his post to go backstage and check.

The yellow earth pony slouched down, despondent, a frown on her face, beside the gate.

"What's the matter?" asked a familiar voice, "Let's turn that frown upside down!"

Apple Fritter looked up to see a wavy haired pink earth pony mare who she recognised from some of her cousin's parties. "It's Pinkie Pie, right?"

"You betcha! But you still haven't told me what the matter is."

"I've lost my ticket," responded Fritter, "and now I can't get in to see the show."

"No problemo!" said Pinkie. "HAS ANYBODY GOT A SPARE TICKET!?" she shouted at the queue by the gate.

The third pony in line, a pale blue pegasus, poked her head out of the line, and said, "I do. I don't need it."

"Great!" responded Pinkie. "Flitter, this is Fritter. Fritter, this is Flitter."

"Thanks," said Apple Fritter, a grin appearing on her face.

"Wait a minute..." said Pinkie Pie, "that's not an upside down frown. That's a smile! Oh well, good enough."

And with that, the pink pony bounced away.

"Thanks again," said Apple Fritter to Flitter.

When they got though the gate, the pony there said he was so glad that Apple Fritter had got a ticket. He'd felt bad turning her away, but rules were rules.

They found their seats; C4 and C5, just a couple of rows back from the front, but quite far off to the extreme left of the stage, so the view wasn't the greatest. They sat down and made themselves comfortable.

Flitter eyed up her new companion while they were seating themselves, but tried to do so discretely. She was an attractive mare, about her age, with a pale yellow coat and a long apple green mane, tied in bunches, and matching tail. She sneaked a look at Fritter's beautifully curved yet petite flank. Apple Fritter turned suddenly and caught her looking. "I was just admiring your cutie mark," said Flitter, making up an excuse, "what is it? Toast?"

"No, they're apple fritters," replied Apple Fritter, "like my name - Apple Fritter."

"Oh, so you're one of the Apple family," said Flitter, "I haven't seen you around Sweet Apple Acres when I've gone there for cider."

"I'm a distant cousin," replied Fritter, "Please just call me Fritter though. Apple Fritter is so formal." She inspected Flitter's flank, "what's your cutie mark of? It's difficult to see in this light."

"Dragonflies," responded Flitter. Flitter thought that Fritter was spending an awful lot of time peering at this cutie mark. More than enough time to see what it was. Could it be that...? No. What if she did though? Flitter's mind was suddenly filled with possibilities. Did this yellow pony fancy her? How could she find out? If she did, then what could they do together? Thoughts crowded her brain involuntarily and she began to feel a little hot under her mane.

"Do you mind?!" interrupted a voice from behind her. She looked around to see a rather irate brown earth pony wearing a monocle. "Your wings are blocking my view. I can't see a thing!"

"I'm sorry," Flitter blushed, "I'm not... well... these things aren't entirely under my control. Sometimes they..."

"The show hasn't even started yet," said Fritter, defending her newfound acquaintance.

"OK," said the brown pony addressing Flitter, "but if your wings are not under control when it does start, I'd like you and your fillyfriend to find another seat."

"We're not... oh never mind," said Flitter to the rude stallion. She turned to Fritter and whispered, "I'm sorry about that. Some ponies, eh? Jumping to conclusions..."

"It doesn't matter," said Apple Fritter, "I've been called worse."

The Ponytones came out on stage and started adjusting their microphones. Using all her will, and thinking about turn-offs like her sister vomiting into the toilet, Flitter managed to fold her wings.

The Ponytones began their first song, a song about the Ponyville tradition of all the ponies helping to prepare for spring on the last day of winter. It was a catchy tune, and worked well as a five part harmony. While they were singing, Flitter thought about the length of time Fritter had spent looking at her flank. She couldn't have just been looking at her cutie mark. She tested the water by putting her front leg around Fritter's shoulders - a loose hug that could easily be interpreted as merely friendly. Apple Fritter didn't look at her, but didn't pull away either.

The next song was the Ponytones' biggest hit - Find the Music in You. Rumours were that they'd be doing a special extended version of the song with some extra verses written by Fluttershy. As they began to sing the first lines, Flitter felt a hoof on her leg. She glanced down to see Fritter's hoof on her back thigh.

Flitter tried to stop them, but - pomf - her wings sprung up behind her. She turned to see the brown pony looking rather dissatisfied. "OK, OK, I'll move," whispered the pegasus angrily to the stallion. "Sorry, I have to go stand in the aisle for a while," explained Flitter to Apple Fritter, her cheeks turning as pink as the ribbon in her hair.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault," said Fritter, with a slight smirk on her face. She knew all about what can happen with pegasus mares. "Let me come with you."

Fritter, whose seat was closest, walked out into the aisle first, followed by Flitter. They found a small alcove where they could see most of the stage, but not the audience.

Instantly, Flitter pinned Apple Fritter against the wall, her lips pressing against the pale yellow earth pony's counterparts, and her tongue exploring the inside of the young mare's mouth. Fritter ran her hoof through Flitter's opal-coloured hair and pulled her closer.

The two mares could hear the crowd only metres away, just around the corner. Flitter pulled away from the kiss. "Shall we find somewhere a bit more private?" she asked. Fritter nodded and the two hurried away.