All the world's a stage

"Whoo!" Applejack ran into her bedroom and flung open her closet. Bon Bon had invited her over to her country club. It wasn't like she couldn't get a membership herself, but she liked hanging out with her friend better. She looked through her swimsuits, and decided on a bright pink bikini. She pulled it on and threw a coverup over it, then slipped on her wedge sandals and ran out the door. "Taxi!" A yellow checkered carriage pulled up. "Where to, Ma'm?" the driver asked politely. Applejack yelled out: "'Star Stud country club!'" She was sped there and promptly went through the gates to the pool. After she met Bon Bon, the two mares changed into their swimsuits and went for a swim. The cool water on her face and the bubbles in her mane felt wonderful. She always felt graceful when she was in the water. There could never be a slip, or a misstep. Just flowing, rippling, perfection. After a while, they got out of the water, and went to sunbathe. "Gosh, at least the paparazzi have better things to do today," said Applejack. "Yup," replied Bon Bon. They didn't talk much after that. Just sat there soaking up the sun. Then Bon Bon abruptly turned her head and said: "C'mon AJ, let's go have a little fun!" The rest of the night was a colorful blur. When Applejack finally woke up, her apartment was trashed and had beer cans all over the floor, her car had a big dent in it, and there was a tattoo on her left hoof that hadn't been there before. Perfect.