Awww Applesauce!by The Avalanche PostChaptersDrunk night at the fairGoing for the GoldTwo fillies learn a secretDrunk night at the fairApplejack rolled her eyes at her little sister and their cousin. Apple Bloom and Babs Seed had been exchanging stories of their crusader adventures all day. The trek to the Equestrian Country Fair was long but the two fillies seemed to never run out of things to say. Apple Bloom was telling Babs about a colt she and her friends had helped overcome his fear of riding a bike. Applejack understood full well that some ponies had odd fears but to her, one of rising a bike was pretty silly. "That is darn silly Apple Bloom, you mean ta tell me his biggest fear was ride'n a bike?" Applejack chimed in. Apple Bloom stopped talking and looked at her sister with a stern expression. "It's scary for some ponies! I was pretty scared when I first rode one," snapped the filly. "You were much younger than this fella yer describ'n," replied Applejack. Babs's eyes got wide as she sat back and watched the two sisters quibble. Apple Bloom puffed out her cheeks and Applejack's brow furrowed as they stared each other down for a second. "You been making snide remarks all day!" complained Apple Bloom. "Ah just been express'n my opinion. It just seems to me that several of the ponies you helped had... well they had petty problems," replied Applejack. "You sure there ain't something else bothering ya?" asked Babs. She immediately regretted opening her mouth. "I tell ya I'm fine! Just tired of..." replied Applejack before being cut off. "Tired of us talking!" snapped Apple Bloom. "No! Well, maybe a bit... I mean," stammered Applejack in response. Granny Smith's head suddenly popped up from behind the mountain of stuff packed in the cart Big Mac was pulling ahead of them. "Y'all quit yer whining! We're nearly there and we're all hot and tired," she scolded them. Applejack and Apple Bloom stared each other down a second longer before they both sighed and looked away. The last stretch of the trip was quiet, much to Applejacks relief. The two fillies had gone to sleep on the softest part of the cart Applejack was pulling. The peace gave Applejack time to think finally. The country fair always came around when she was fresh outa being in heat. Her hormones were still elevated and she was flustered a great deal more than normal this year. Her cousin Braeburn had introduced her to a stallion friend of his a week ago and she had been fantasizing about him ever since. Things were not helped by that fact that he was going to be with Braeburn at the fair, and she could not wait to see him -she was even planning ways to get him alone in the back of her mind. 'Ah, he is darn handsome!' Applejack thought to herself. She pictured the stallion in her mind. He was a strong and silent type of pony. Applejack had met many interesting characters in her life but he was an intriguing one. He had a grey-brown coat and deep green colored mane and tail. He sported a stout mustache which complimented the no bull shit attitude his resting expression displayed. He was frank, capable, and independent; he also lived off the land on a small farm of his own in the mountains. Lost in her thoughts Applejack had not noticed their arrival until the lights of the fair lit up in the distance with the dimming sunlight. She glanced behind her to check on the fillies. They were both still sound asleep, curled up next to one another. Applejacks expression softened and her ears turned back some. 'They sure are cute right now,' she thought to herself. Moments later Big Mac and Granny's cart stopped and Applejack moved up beside them. When she got to their vantage point she saw why they had halted. Up ahead was a nice clearing by the side of the road. She knew what they were thinking as they observed the spot and the fading sun. "Reckon we should make camp then," Big Mac spoke up, which took Applejack a bit off guard. Applejack glanced at her brother with an odd expression before nodding in agreement with him. They headed down to the clearing and unpacked their tents. Applejack helped Granny set up the tents while Big Mac gathered wood and started a fire. They let the fillies sleep until the camp was prepared and supper was done. Once they had all eaten a quick meal, they crawled into their sleeping bags and went to sleep. The next morning the sun shone brightly across the growing fairgrounds. They could see the stand and camps becoming alive from their vantage on the mountain path. Applejack was feeling less stressed but more anxious. She wanted to arrive at the fairgrounds sooner rather than later. The others watched her with wide eyes as she hurried around the camp packing things with a seemingly unbreakable determination. The few times Big Mac tried to help his task got quickly swept up into her hustle and he was shoved to the side. Big Mac approached Granny Smith and shrugged at her. "What's got her in a tizzy," he asked. "I'm suppose'n she wants to get to their fairgrounds while there are still good spots to make camp," Granny replied with a shrug of her own. Minutes after they had awoken and eaten Applejack had their entire camp packed and the carts loaded ready to go. As the others loaded themselves into the carts Applejack noticed her sister's cutiemark, which made her think about how she had acted towards her sister's crusader work the day before. Her eyes lowered as she pictured the wall of happy pony pictures in her sister's clubhouse. "Apple Bloom," Applejack said ash she stopped her sister from jumping into he cart with Babs. Apple Bloom gave her sister a confused look before responding. "Uh, yea, sis?" "I'm sorry about yesterday. I was not in the best'a moods, Ah know your crusader work has helped a lot'a ponies and ah am proud of you," Applejack told her. Apple Bloom began to blush and look at the ground. "It's alright Applejack," she replied. The two hugged for a moment. Applejack walked to the front of the cart and fixed the harness around her midsection. Apple Bloom hopped into the cart next to Babs who was giving her a crude smirk. Apple Bloom turned redder and shoved Babs gently by hitting her in the shoulder. The last leg of their journey went by easily and rather quickly, much to Apple Jacks relief. When they arrived at the fairground they found they had been beaten to the prime spots for camp, but they had many decent places to choose from still. In the end, they chose a location that was a close distance to the food stand and the bathrooms. Granny Smith had insisted on the spot for their camp. Applejack and Big Mac worked together to set up camp. The others had taken off to wander around the fair before it opened. Applejack held the center tent post in a place where Big Mac had dug a hole. Big Mac filled the hole in around the post with dirt and rocks to keep it steady in place. They repeated this for the other two tents as well. Once the posts were firmly in place they both retrieved the canvas tent sacks and began unrolling the tents. Once all three were unrolled and spread flat near their respective posts they were set to raise them. Applejack used a rod with a hook to lift the center of the tent into place over the post while Big Mac pulled the edges out around it. Next, they both place the four inner corner posts int place to raise the walls off the ground. They repeated this for each tent and then split the last portion of set up between them. Once camp was set up Applejack decided to go exploring too. She loved wandering around the fair, and she was also anxious to find her cousin Braeburn and his handsome friend. Her wishes were answered after an hour of looking around. She saw Braeburn and his friend sitting at their camp. "Well howdy Applejack!" her cousin Braeburn blurted out upon seeing her approach. "Howdy cousin, this is a fine location, when did y'all roll in?" asked Applejack. "Oh last evening, maybe six'o clock," replied Braeburn. Braeburn pulled out a seat for Applejack at their table. She sat down and shyly nodded at Pine Forest, Braeburns friend. Forest gave a very subtle nod in return before offering her a glass oh whiskey with his forehoof. She smiled and accepted the drink; it was a very smooth liquor and she had no problems downing the shot. "This is what I make," said Pine Forest as he poured another shot for each of them. "It's very smooth," replied Applejack. She took the second shot and downed it in sync with Pine Forest. Applejack, Braeburn, and Pine Forest talked for a few hours. They discussed their farms and the differences in running them. They discuss the events they intended to participate in during the fair. During their discussion, Pine Forest and Braeburn were unpacking a few things still on their cart. Applejacks plan to get Pine Forest alone seemed to come together when she saw the contents of a trunk spill out. Pine Forest had been dragging it to the tent when a rock had caused it to turn over. Before her on the ground was a fancy golden dragon costume. With was adorned with lava red spikes and bright orange eyes. Applejack knew full well the only reason he would have such a thing in his trunk; the singles and swingers costume party. It was held every night in a large tent just outside the fairgrounds, though Applejack had never attended it herself. Seeing that costume made her reconsider. Getting him alone in costume was ideal in many ways. She could remain anonymous yet still get her way. Applejack spent the evening with them until they were all good and drunk. The sun was no longer in the sky and the activities of the camps had died down around them. Braeburn had passed out in his chair. Pine Forest said his goodnight and turned in for rest. Applejack stumbled off towards her camp, lost in a warm and dreamlike state of mind. Applejack wondered about stumbling into recently built wood fences and bumping into tents. The glow of the moon was so bright she could see everything but her hooves would not listen to her. The fairgrounds had grown twice as large with tents, rides, and stands since their arrival. A few times she passed other Ponies out walking in the moonlight, some drunk like her, all of them in high spirits and full of happiness. 'Ah sure do love the fair,' she thought to herself as she stopped to rest and stare at the shades of blue and purple that the world around her had taken on in the moon's silver-blue glow. Without realizing it she slowly lowered herself into a laying position next to a fence near a chocolate banana stand. Within seconds she was sound asleep, dreaming about Pine Forest at the costume meet in a drunken haze. A couple of minutes passed and then two fillies breaking their curfew happened across Applejack in her drunken slumber. Apple Bloom and Babs looked at each other. Apple Bloom smacked her forehoof on her head and turned to her sister. "Something like this always happens. She comes to this fair and turns into a whole other pony! She gets all competitive, and stays out all night drinking, and..." Apple Bloom began to complain before Babs cut her off. "It's fine! It's fine Apple Bloom. Ah seen mah parents the same way several times ya know? We should get back to camp anyway, Granny Smith is already gonna be mad at our staying out later than she told us to," Babs interjected. "Yea, ok, I'll let Big Mac know where to find ma sis," replied Apple Bloom with a long sigh. The two fillies then wandered off back to their camp. After a scolding from Granny Smith, they were able to inform their elder Ponies of Applejacks state and location. Big Mac could be heard mumbling in frustration as he fixed up a cart and set out down the road in the middle of the night to retrieve his sister. Going for the GoldApplejack tugged at the mask of her timberwolf costume to fit it into place better. She did not want anypony to recognize her at such an event so she made sure to buy the most life-like costume she could. It was made from real wood tights. Applejack had customized the rear end of the costume to her liking in anticipation of the next night's events. She knew Pine Forest would be going and she knew his costume was of an orange dragon. She found the fetish of dressing up like non-pony creatures and animals odd most her life; once she arrived at the event however she started to change her mind some. It was a thrill. Applejack moseyed on through the front gates to the entrance o the tent where she exchanged her ticket for entry. There was all manner of costumed ponies in the double-sized event tent. She guessed there had to be around one hundred or more in attendance. Many were dressed as bat-ponies or vamponies, hardly hidden, but the club didn't have any rules about remaining anonymous. Several more were dressed as dragons, timberwolves, minotaurs, and manticores. Things started calmly at first. Ponies were introducing themselves, meet friends, and forming groups. But as Applejack waded through the crowed she noticed things were starting to get more intense in the crowd. She saw ponies making out and several groups and small couples had begun to wonder towards the curtained-off sections of the tent. A musty smell began to fill the air and the temperature was rising slowly. If anypony had removed her mask at this point her face would be so red they might not be able to tell who she was still. Applejack was beginning to worry she would not find who she was looking for. Had she misunderstood his costume? What in Equestria would she do if he wasn't there? As her mind raced with worry she suddenly caught sight of the fancy golden dragon costume she was seeking. She knew I was the right one, it had the same unique lava red spike pattern on it she had admired before. Not quite sure how to approach things, Applejack took note of what other ponies dressed as Timberwolves were doing. She approached the pony she desired in the fancy dragon costume and got cold feet last second. He stood there looking at her for a second confused. Applejack took control of herself again and walked around him with a sexy bounce; she rubbed against him after circling him and started towards the private section of the tent. She peeked behind her once to see if he was following. He was right behind her. Applejack walked with a confident and sexy sway in each step, but underneath the mask, she was wide-eyed with tightly pursed lips, and she was breathing heavily through her nose. She was so nervous about what she was doing she nearly bolted for the door instead of going through with it. One step after the next and she soon found herself entering the curtained-off section. Moans, screams, and all manner of sloshing and slapping sounds could be heard on this side of the tent. Applejacks heart began to beat so hard it felt as though it were trying to burst forth from his chest. A few moments later they found a clear room and entered it together. The rooms were built of hastily constructed plywood walls with curtain doors and ceilings. Inside there was a coat rack, a chair, and a small bed. Braeburn had complained about his inability to get with Mares to his friend Pine Forest on the way to the fair. It was at that time that Pine Forest reminded him of the costumed singles and swingers event that took place just outside the fairgrounds at night. Braeburn had never considered attending such a thing, but this time he was desperate. It was going on eight years since he had really been with a Mare. He and his friend discussed it and soon he agreed to go. Pine Forest gave Braeburn an older costume which he fixed up and painted. It was a good costume, one of a golden dragon with lava red spikes and bright orange eyes. When he first arrived Braeburn was intimidated and unsure of how to proceed. He walked around the tent observing the ponies and their costumes. A few times he tried to talk to a few of them but it did not amount to much beyond saying hello. Then as he stood in the middle of the tent feeling stupid and yelling at himself in his mind about how he was a fool to think this plan ould work, a mare dressed in a sexy timberwolf costume approached him. Braeburn watched the costumed mare as she came up to him and then stopped abruptly. For a second Braeburn wasn't sure what to do. Finally, the mare began to circle him and rub against him. The excitement he felt swelling inside him was about to flood over in the form of an awkward greeting. Fortunately for him, before he had the time to make a fool of himself the mare split off and began walking towards what Braeburn had learned was known as the 'red zone'. With his eyes ogling the mares firm round rear he began to follow with little else in his mind. He soon found himself in a small quickly constructed room. He wasn't sure if he should remove the costume or not. He knew there were 'openings' to allow for sexual activity in the costume so he waited to see what the mare did. She danced in a small circle accentuating her rear as she did so. She then turned to him and moved him to the bed. Braeburn remained quiet and did as she wanted. Once he was on his back on the bed the mare began to fiddle with his costume until she had unclipped the 'scales' and unzipped the suit underneath. Braeburn tensed up when she grabbed him and began to work on him with her mouth. 'Finally! Yes! This is great!' Braeburn thought to himself. Braeburn let out a deep moan. The mare seemed satisfied with his reactions, she happily continued her work with her rear in the air and her tail wagging. Braeburn was impressed by the power and skill she had. After a couple of minutes, she pulled back from his erect member breathing heavily. Braeburn sat up and looked at her through the eyes in his dragon costume. The mare turned around and positioned herself on her foreknees and rose her plot in the air. Braeburn felt himself throbbing intensely at the sight. The mare was so wet that her costume tights were dripping. He quickly sat forward and began to clop the mare through her costume. She winced and moaned. Next, he looked for clips or zippers and soon found what he was looking for. It was well hidden but he found and unzipped the rear of the costume exposing the mare. Braeburn took a deep sniff of her before plunging his face between her cheeks. She wiggled around and moaned as he used his tongue on her. She smelled great, tasted great, and had a strong round plot. Braeburn did not want to stop, and he didn't for several minutes. He could feel the mare's body trembling and her muscles tensing up. Although his experience was fairly limited lately he knew she was on the verge of her climax. He worked his tongue around in her vigorously. Licking in the shapes of letters at first and then simple licking rapidly while shaking his head to get in deeper. Only a few seconds later the mare fully tensed up and rose a bit higher in the air as she hit her climax. Braeburn could feel her tighten around his tongue. 'This is gonna be amazing!' Braeburn told himself when he pulled away and saw how much wetter she was. Next, he moved himself up and pulled her closer to himself. She looked back and wagged her rear in a sexy manner as he got himself ready. 'This is it!' Braeburn thought as he pressed his rock hard member to her sopping wet hole. They both let out satisfied moans as he made his way inside her. Braeburns mind raced with thoughts. He tried his best to get an eyeful of their dirty deed, he wanted to remember the images for a long time to come. The sheets on the bed slipped further and further into a jumble in the middle as the two of them rocked about on them. Each thrusting movement was followed by a sloshing sound which was driving Braeburn wild. He noticed the bed had become soaked. Twice during their efforts, the mare had trembled and tensed the way she had before. Braeburn knew he was making her cum which made him swell with pride. He continued thrusting into her but felt himself nearing his climax too. At this point, they were both moving fast and rough with each thrust. "I'm close!" Braeburn announced to her, unsure of what to do. Suddenly the mare moved away from him, removing him from her. She leaned forward more and used her forehooves the reach back and spread open her butt. Braeburn wasn't sure if the mare wanted him to cum on her or to stick it in her plot. With his body throbbing and hot, his mind racing, and the feeling of climax dwindling he took the chance before him. Applejack was in a flurry of pleasure. The strong stallion was working on her just right. With each thrust came a wave a pleasure. She drove her hooves into the mattress and moaned as she felt herself climax for the third time. Soon after that, the stallion spoke up. "I'm close!" the stallion announced. Applejack quickly withdrew herself from him. She hadn't thought about this step. Her only quick solution was to expose herself more and allow him to cum on her rear. It was not something she would have normally chosen but the anonymous aspect of this event left her more willing to experiment in that regard. Her intentions were not realized though. The stallions next move caught her completely off guard. The stallion suddenly began to push himself inside her rear. Applejack's eyes grew wide and she grit her teeth. The sudden entry had caused her to tense up so that she could not move for a few seconds. It was painful but the stallion managed to make his way inside much more easily than she had thought it would be. At first, she was kinda mad, but she did not stop him. Soon the pain died down and she found herself experiencing a subtle pleasure from it. "Ah yea, yea!" the stallion groaned as he hit his climax. Applejack could feel him slide as deep inside her as he could. She felt his member grow large and shrink multiple times as he came. Each flex of his member was followed by a small thrust. It seemed like he had an endless supply inside him. Applejack used her right forehoof to pleasure herself while he came. Finally, the stallion was done. Both of them breathing hard he removed himself from her and laid back. Applejack rose into a squat position and looked over her shoulder at the costumed stallion while allowing his cum to flow out of her plot. The sticky white liquid spilled out of her in an amount that covered the now fully balled up sheet. Applejack had avoided talking because she did not want her voice to be recognized. She laid with the stallion for several minutes after their dirty fun but as soon as he had slipped off into slumber she quickly got up, readjusted her costume, and left. She was worn out but satisfied. Applejack returned to her camp just before sunrise. She had made so much noise undressing from her costume that Granny Smith had stopped by her spot to check on her. When the elder mare saw the costume she quickly and quietly turned and left. Through most the next day Granny Smith kept the others clear and allowed Applejack to rest. Two fillies learn a secretApple Bloom and Babs scurried off early the next day. Granny Smith and Big Mac were left looking at each other with wide eyes as the fillies bolted down the road into the thick of the fair. "They barely slept! Uh, what I would give for even half that energy," complained Granny Smith. "Eyup," replied Big Mac. Babs was so excited by the things at the fair. Many of them were new to her. Several times Apple Bloom had to backtrack to find her gawking at a game or food she had never seen before. "I'm sorry," giggled Babs as Apple Bloom used her head to shove her away from a pie-eating contest. "We still have two whole days here but cousin Braeburn and his friend are leaving tonight, ah wanna see'em before then," Apple Bloom explained for what seemed to her like the thousandth time. "Alright, we're goin already, sheesh," replied Babs. The rest of the walk went better. Babs had not stopped since the last time and they finally made it to Braeburns tent. "Howdy cousin!" chirped Apple Bloom as she strode into the camp circle. "Well hey there y'all," replied Braeburn as he exited his tent. "How ya enjoying the fair?" he asked. "It's fun!" Apple Bloom and Babs replied in unison. Pine Forest who had been dozing in a chair near their dead campfire adjusted himself to a proper position and lifted his hat off his eyes. Apple Bloom looked over at the stallion grinned. "Hey who yer friends Braeburn?" asked Pine Forest. "Oh these here are more of my cousins," replied Braeburn. He then pointed to each respectively and introduced them by name. "This here is Applejacks little sis, Apple Bloom. And this is our cousin from the big city, Babs Seed." Pine Forest rose to his hooves and removed his hat then nodded at them both. "Howdy fillies," he said. "H-hi," Apple Bloom stammered with a slight blush on her cheeks. She couldn't help it, the stallion was handsome. Babs rolled her eyes at Apple Bloom. "So why are you leaving the fair tonight?" she asked Pine Forest. Pine Forest looked at Braeburn for a moment. Braeburn took a seat next to the the fillies. "I have to meet a pony about a piece of land. Pine Forest here raises bee's, he needs some new land for his bee's," Braeburn explained. "Oh! Your the stallion from the jar!" blurted out Babs. "Heh, yes that's me. Fresh Forest Honey!" replied Pine Forest with a sharp note of pride in his voice. "With the new land he can expand, Then we can start making combined products with apples and honey," added Braeburn. "Like what?" asked Apple Bloom. "Mead," said Pine Forest. Braeburn shot the stallion an irritated look. Pine Forest noticed but chose not to acknowledge it in any way. Apple Bloom and Babs glanced at each other confused, then turned their attention back to the two stallions. "What is mead?" asked Babs. "Nothing, an adult drink. More importantly, we can make pies and candy," Braeburn said quickly to change the topic. "Mmm apple pie with honey, that sounds good," said Apple Bloom. "We don't have any of that with us. I do have some of our sample candy if y'all want some?" said Braeburn. "Sure!" the two fillies replied in unison again. Braeburn got up from his chair, opened the flap to his tent and went inside. Apple Bloom and Babs stepped into the entrance to see what he was doing. Suddenly Babs got excited and charged into the tent. "Woa cool costume!" chirped Babs. She trotted over to the golden dragon costume sitting on a bench across from the door. She admired the lava red spikes and shiny golden scales before fumbling to play with the head of the costume. Braeburn was on a stool going through a box on the top of a pile of larger boxes when the filly ran inside his tent. He looked over the see her starting to play with his costume. Knowing what he had done it and what it was for he immediately became nervous and lost his balance. "Wait d-don't!" shouted Braeburn as he fell from the stool and crashed into the pile of boxes. "Are you ok?" Apple Bloom asked as she ran to his side. "Yea, I'm ok, just... Y'all don't touch that costume alright?" replied Braeburn as he stood back up. "Sorry Braeburn, I didn't mean to make ya mad," replied Babs as she set the head of the costume back down. "Oh, I'm not mad, it's just... ah... well, it's a... fragile costume, not done yet," said Braeburn as he lifted the box he wanted to a table in the middle of the tent. "I love costumes, my favorite is my wolf costume," Babs told him as she came up to the table across from him. Braeburn thought about Babs in a wolf costume but the image was quickly replaced with one of the mare in her timberwolf costume the night before. His eyes grew wide and he shook his head to get the images to clear. "Ah that's a cool costume Babs," said Braeburn after a second. The two fillies looked at each other in confusion again. They remained silent as he filled a bag with goodies for them to take back to camp. "I'ma clean this up and start packing, y'all go on ad enjoy the fair'n be sure ta share that candy," Braeburn told them as he gave them the bag. "That's cousin Braeburn," Apple Bloom sang as she left the tent goodie bag in hoof. "Yes thanks a lot, cousin," added Babs as she followed Apple Bloom. Pine Forest said a quick goodbye and the two fillies were off down the road once more. Apple Bloom and Babs spent most the day in the fair, but after staying up most the night before and getting up as early as they did they soon found themselves tired and in need of a real meal. Looking fatigued but happy the two fillies hobbled into camp and collapsed on their bedspreads. After a few moments in the quiet of their tent, they noticed Granny Smith and Applejack talking in the tent next door. Granny Smith set down a glass of water for Applejack. She then sat down in the chair next to Applejacks bed. Applejack sat up and took a drink from the glass. "Feeling better?" asked Granny Smith. "Much better," replied Applejack. "I mean last night. Got what was bugging ya outa yer system huh?" Granny Smith smirked as she pointed her right forehoof at the lazily stowed away costume in the trunk nearby. "I attended a few of those parties in my day." Applejack looked at her elder mare in shock. Granny Smith simply nodded and laughed. "I don't suspect I'll be try'n that again honestly," said Applejack. "I dressed as a timber wolf life you too," giggled Granny Smith. "Ah Granny I really don't wanna discuss that," Applejack complained. "Don't be such a prude filly. What was your partner dressed as?" Granny Smith asked. "Nothing, I mean obviously something but... I mean..." said Applejack. The words she needed were not coming to her. "Was it partner's' then?" added Granny Smith. "No, it certainly was not! It was one and he was dressed as a dragon," replied Applejack in irritation. Babs and Apple Bloom were not quite sure what Applejack and Granny Smith were talking about a first. Then Babs put it together. "Your sister went to the sex club!" giggled Babs. "Shut up, she did not!" snapped Apple Bloom. "She so did, she dressed as a timberwolf and seduced a stallion dressed as a dragon," said Babs with a big grin. "That can't be what they are talking about!" Apple Bloom tried to deny it. Applejack opened her chest and shoved the costume inside it better. She then turned to face her elder mare. "Oh good choice, was one of my favorites too," said Granny Smith. "Ah Granny, it's not... I don't have a favorite. I branched out a little to relieve some stress but it's over, can we stop talk'n about this now?" Applejack explained. "Now first you pass out drunk in the middle of the fair and then I catch you with that costume. You should know better than ta think I ain't gonna tease you some," said Granny Smith. "I know sometimes I get a little crazy at the fair, but I am not going to that club ever again," replied Applejack. Though in the back of her mind she wasn't really sure if that was in fact true. She had fun that night, why not go back? "I was always a sucker for a shiny blue dragon costume," said Granny Smith. "His was golden, with lava red spikes, and bright orange eyes..." Applejack started to say. "... But I'm done talk'n about it, ah need to start supper," she finished. "Alright, let's go," Granny Smith laughed as she followed Applejack out of the tent. Apple Bloom sat in her tent in complete shock. With wide eyes, she tried telling herself she had not just heard everything they listened to. Babs sat across from her with her forehooves covering a big smile. "That was totally Braeburns costume!" giggled Babs. "Shut up," said Apple Bloom. "It had to be his, gold, lava red spikes..." giggled Babs some more. "No it wasn't," Apple Bloom tried to deny. "Think about it, that why he acted so weird when I touched it," said Babs. Apple Bloom continued to stare blankly forward for several minutes. Eventually, Babs lost her smile and sat staring at Apple Bloom. She was a little afraid of what the farm fillies reaction was really going to be. Then Apple Bloom finally spoke again. Ahe thrust her forehooves over her eyes and threw herself on the floor of the tent. "Horsefeathers! Ma sister screwed our cousin," she groaned. "Gah, hahaha!" Babs started laughing uncontrollably. Apple Bloom let out an irritated grumble as Babs rolled about their tent in a fit of laughter. "Oh, sweet Celestia that it messed up!" laughed Babs loudly. "Will you quiet down? We don't need them to hear this," snapped Apple Bloom. Babs calmed down after a few seconds and looked at Apple Bloom. "Aren't you going to tell her?" she asked. "Heck no! Neither will you!" replied Apple Bloom. "Why?" asked Babs. "Let me handle this my way, ok?" answered Apple Bloom. Babs agreed not to say a word to anypony about what they had just learned. Supper came and the two fillies ate with the family with an awkward tension on Apple Blooms end. When night fell Apple Bloom remained awake thinking about her sister and Braeburn in disgust. Babs Seed lay across the tent from her, also unable to sleep. Babs mind was also on Applejack and Braeburn that night, but for her, it was a comedic and perverse train of thought. Applejack waved said goodbye to Braeburn and Pine Forest and turned in after sundown. She lay in her tent resting peacefully, blissfully unaware that she had accidentally scored with the wrong stallion the night before. She re-lived the fun she had in her dreams all night.
Drunk night at the fairApplejack rolled her eyes at her little sister and their cousin. Apple Bloom and Babs Seed had been exchanging stories of their crusader adventures all day. The trek to the Equestrian Country Fair was long but the two fillies seemed to never run out of things to say. Apple Bloom was telling Babs about a colt she and her friends had helped overcome his fear of riding a bike. Applejack understood full well that some ponies had odd fears but to her, one of rising a bike was pretty silly. "That is darn silly Apple Bloom, you mean ta tell me his biggest fear was ride'n a bike?" Applejack chimed in. Apple Bloom stopped talking and looked at her sister with a stern expression. "It's scary for some ponies! I was pretty scared when I first rode one," snapped the filly. "You were much younger than this fella yer describ'n," replied Applejack. Babs's eyes got wide as she sat back and watched the two sisters quibble. Apple Bloom puffed out her cheeks and Applejack's brow furrowed as they stared each other down for a second. "You been making snide remarks all day!" complained Apple Bloom. "Ah just been express'n my opinion. It just seems to me that several of the ponies you helped had... well they had petty problems," replied Applejack. "You sure there ain't something else bothering ya?" asked Babs. She immediately regretted opening her mouth. "I tell ya I'm fine! Just tired of..." replied Applejack before being cut off. "Tired of us talking!" snapped Apple Bloom. "No! Well, maybe a bit... I mean," stammered Applejack in response. Granny Smith's head suddenly popped up from behind the mountain of stuff packed in the cart Big Mac was pulling ahead of them. "Y'all quit yer whining! We're nearly there and we're all hot and tired," she scolded them. Applejack and Apple Bloom stared each other down a second longer before they both sighed and looked away. The last stretch of the trip was quiet, much to Applejacks relief. The two fillies had gone to sleep on the softest part of the cart Applejack was pulling. The peace gave Applejack time to think finally. The country fair always came around when she was fresh outa being in heat. Her hormones were still elevated and she was flustered a great deal more than normal this year. Her cousin Braeburn had introduced her to a stallion friend of his a week ago and she had been fantasizing about him ever since. Things were not helped by that fact that he was going to be with Braeburn at the fair, and she could not wait to see him -she was even planning ways to get him alone in the back of her mind. 'Ah, he is darn handsome!' Applejack thought to herself. She pictured the stallion in her mind. He was a strong and silent type of pony. Applejack had met many interesting characters in her life but he was an intriguing one. He had a grey-brown coat and deep green colored mane and tail. He sported a stout mustache which complimented the no bull shit attitude his resting expression displayed. He was frank, capable, and independent; he also lived off the land on a small farm of his own in the mountains. Lost in her thoughts Applejack had not noticed their arrival until the lights of the fair lit up in the distance with the dimming sunlight. She glanced behind her to check on the fillies. They were both still sound asleep, curled up next to one another. Applejacks expression softened and her ears turned back some. 'They sure are cute right now,' she thought to herself. Moments later Big Mac and Granny's cart stopped and Applejack moved up beside them. When she got to their vantage point she saw why they had halted. Up ahead was a nice clearing by the side of the road. She knew what they were thinking as they observed the spot and the fading sun. "Reckon we should make camp then," Big Mac spoke up, which took Applejack a bit off guard. Applejack glanced at her brother with an odd expression before nodding in agreement with him. They headed down to the clearing and unpacked their tents. Applejack helped Granny set up the tents while Big Mac gathered wood and started a fire. They let the fillies sleep until the camp was prepared and supper was done. Once they had all eaten a quick meal, they crawled into their sleeping bags and went to sleep. The next morning the sun shone brightly across the growing fairgrounds. They could see the stand and camps becoming alive from their vantage on the mountain path. Applejack was feeling less stressed but more anxious. She wanted to arrive at the fairgrounds sooner rather than later. The others watched her with wide eyes as she hurried around the camp packing things with a seemingly unbreakable determination. The few times Big Mac tried to help his task got quickly swept up into her hustle and he was shoved to the side. Big Mac approached Granny Smith and shrugged at her. "What's got her in a tizzy," he asked. "I'm suppose'n she wants to get to their fairgrounds while there are still good spots to make camp," Granny replied with a shrug of her own. Minutes after they had awoken and eaten Applejack had their entire camp packed and the carts loaded ready to go. As the others loaded themselves into the carts Applejack noticed her sister's cutiemark, which made her think about how she had acted towards her sister's crusader work the day before. Her eyes lowered as she pictured the wall of happy pony pictures in her sister's clubhouse. "Apple Bloom," Applejack said ash she stopped her sister from jumping into he cart with Babs. Apple Bloom gave her sister a confused look before responding. "Uh, yea, sis?" "I'm sorry about yesterday. I was not in the best'a moods, Ah know your crusader work has helped a lot'a ponies and ah am proud of you," Applejack told her. Apple Bloom began to blush and look at the ground. "It's alright Applejack," she replied. The two hugged for a moment. Applejack walked to the front of the cart and fixed the harness around her midsection. Apple Bloom hopped into the cart next to Babs who was giving her a crude smirk. Apple Bloom turned redder and shoved Babs gently by hitting her in the shoulder. The last leg of their journey went by easily and rather quickly, much to Apple Jacks relief. When they arrived at the fairground they found they had been beaten to the prime spots for camp, but they had many decent places to choose from still. In the end, they chose a location that was a close distance to the food stand and the bathrooms. Granny Smith had insisted on the spot for their camp. Applejack and Big Mac worked together to set up camp. The others had taken off to wander around the fair before it opened. Applejack held the center tent post in a place where Big Mac had dug a hole. Big Mac filled the hole in around the post with dirt and rocks to keep it steady in place. They repeated this for the other two tents as well. Once the posts were firmly in place they both retrieved the canvas tent sacks and began unrolling the tents. Once all three were unrolled and spread flat near their respective posts they were set to raise them. Applejack used a rod with a hook to lift the center of the tent into place over the post while Big Mac pulled the edges out around it. Next, they both place the four inner corner posts int place to raise the walls off the ground. They repeated this for each tent and then split the last portion of set up between them. Once camp was set up Applejack decided to go exploring too. She loved wandering around the fair, and she was also anxious to find her cousin Braeburn and his handsome friend. Her wishes were answered after an hour of looking around. She saw Braeburn and his friend sitting at their camp. "Well howdy Applejack!" her cousin Braeburn blurted out upon seeing her approach. "Howdy cousin, this is a fine location, when did y'all roll in?" asked Applejack. "Oh last evening, maybe six'o clock," replied Braeburn. Braeburn pulled out a seat for Applejack at their table. She sat down and shyly nodded at Pine Forest, Braeburns friend. Forest gave a very subtle nod in return before offering her a glass oh whiskey with his forehoof. She smiled and accepted the drink; it was a very smooth liquor and she had no problems downing the shot. "This is what I make," said Pine Forest as he poured another shot for each of them. "It's very smooth," replied Applejack. She took the second shot and downed it in sync with Pine Forest. Applejack, Braeburn, and Pine Forest talked for a few hours. They discussed their farms and the differences in running them. They discuss the events they intended to participate in during the fair. During their discussion, Pine Forest and Braeburn were unpacking a few things still on their cart. Applejacks plan to get Pine Forest alone seemed to come together when she saw the contents of a trunk spill out. Pine Forest had been dragging it to the tent when a rock had caused it to turn over. Before her on the ground was a fancy golden dragon costume. With was adorned with lava red spikes and bright orange eyes. Applejack knew full well the only reason he would have such a thing in his trunk; the singles and swingers costume party. It was held every night in a large tent just outside the fairgrounds, though Applejack had never attended it herself. Seeing that costume made her reconsider. Getting him alone in costume was ideal in many ways. She could remain anonymous yet still get her way. Applejack spent the evening with them until they were all good and drunk. The sun was no longer in the sky and the activities of the camps had died down around them. Braeburn had passed out in his chair. Pine Forest said his goodnight and turned in for rest. Applejack stumbled off towards her camp, lost in a warm and dreamlike state of mind. Applejack wondered about stumbling into recently built wood fences and bumping into tents. The glow of the moon was so bright she could see everything but her hooves would not listen to her. The fairgrounds had grown twice as large with tents, rides, and stands since their arrival. A few times she passed other Ponies out walking in the moonlight, some drunk like her, all of them in high spirits and full of happiness. 'Ah sure do love the fair,' she thought to herself as she stopped to rest and stare at the shades of blue and purple that the world around her had taken on in the moon's silver-blue glow. Without realizing it she slowly lowered herself into a laying position next to a fence near a chocolate banana stand. Within seconds she was sound asleep, dreaming about Pine Forest at the costume meet in a drunken haze. A couple of minutes passed and then two fillies breaking their curfew happened across Applejack in her drunken slumber. Apple Bloom and Babs looked at each other. Apple Bloom smacked her forehoof on her head and turned to her sister. "Something like this always happens. She comes to this fair and turns into a whole other pony! She gets all competitive, and stays out all night drinking, and..." Apple Bloom began to complain before Babs cut her off. "It's fine! It's fine Apple Bloom. Ah seen mah parents the same way several times ya know? We should get back to camp anyway, Granny Smith is already gonna be mad at our staying out later than she told us to," Babs interjected. "Yea, ok, I'll let Big Mac know where to find ma sis," replied Apple Bloom with a long sigh. The two fillies then wandered off back to their camp. After a scolding from Granny Smith, they were able to inform their elder Ponies of Applejacks state and location. Big Mac could be heard mumbling in frustration as he fixed up a cart and set out down the road in the middle of the night to retrieve his sister.
Going for the GoldApplejack tugged at the mask of her timberwolf costume to fit it into place better. She did not want anypony to recognize her at such an event so she made sure to buy the most life-like costume she could. It was made from real wood tights. Applejack had customized the rear end of the costume to her liking in anticipation of the next night's events. She knew Pine Forest would be going and she knew his costume was of an orange dragon. She found the fetish of dressing up like non-pony creatures and animals odd most her life; once she arrived at the event however she started to change her mind some. It was a thrill. Applejack moseyed on through the front gates to the entrance o the tent where she exchanged her ticket for entry. There was all manner of costumed ponies in the double-sized event tent. She guessed there had to be around one hundred or more in attendance. Many were dressed as bat-ponies or vamponies, hardly hidden, but the club didn't have any rules about remaining anonymous. Several more were dressed as dragons, timberwolves, minotaurs, and manticores. Things started calmly at first. Ponies were introducing themselves, meet friends, and forming groups. But as Applejack waded through the crowed she noticed things were starting to get more intense in the crowd. She saw ponies making out and several groups and small couples had begun to wonder towards the curtained-off sections of the tent. A musty smell began to fill the air and the temperature was rising slowly. If anypony had removed her mask at this point her face would be so red they might not be able to tell who she was still. Applejack was beginning to worry she would not find who she was looking for. Had she misunderstood his costume? What in Equestria would she do if he wasn't there? As her mind raced with worry she suddenly caught sight of the fancy golden dragon costume she was seeking. She knew I was the right one, it had the same unique lava red spike pattern on it she had admired before. Not quite sure how to approach things, Applejack took note of what other ponies dressed as Timberwolves were doing. She approached the pony she desired in the fancy dragon costume and got cold feet last second. He stood there looking at her for a second confused. Applejack took control of herself again and walked around him with a sexy bounce; she rubbed against him after circling him and started towards the private section of the tent. She peeked behind her once to see if he was following. He was right behind her. Applejack walked with a confident and sexy sway in each step, but underneath the mask, she was wide-eyed with tightly pursed lips, and she was breathing heavily through her nose. She was so nervous about what she was doing she nearly bolted for the door instead of going through with it. One step after the next and she soon found herself entering the curtained-off section. Moans, screams, and all manner of sloshing and slapping sounds could be heard on this side of the tent. Applejacks heart began to beat so hard it felt as though it were trying to burst forth from his chest. A few moments later they found a clear room and entered it together. The rooms were built of hastily constructed plywood walls with curtain doors and ceilings. Inside there was a coat rack, a chair, and a small bed. Braeburn had complained about his inability to get with Mares to his friend Pine Forest on the way to the fair. It was at that time that Pine Forest reminded him of the costumed singles and swingers event that took place just outside the fairgrounds at night. Braeburn had never considered attending such a thing, but this time he was desperate. It was going on eight years since he had really been with a Mare. He and his friend discussed it and soon he agreed to go. Pine Forest gave Braeburn an older costume which he fixed up and painted. It was a good costume, one of a golden dragon with lava red spikes and bright orange eyes. When he first arrived Braeburn was intimidated and unsure of how to proceed. He walked around the tent observing the ponies and their costumes. A few times he tried to talk to a few of them but it did not amount to much beyond saying hello. Then as he stood in the middle of the tent feeling stupid and yelling at himself in his mind about how he was a fool to think this plan ould work, a mare dressed in a sexy timberwolf costume approached him. Braeburn watched the costumed mare as she came up to him and then stopped abruptly. For a second Braeburn wasn't sure what to do. Finally, the mare began to circle him and rub against him. The excitement he felt swelling inside him was about to flood over in the form of an awkward greeting. Fortunately for him, before he had the time to make a fool of himself the mare split off and began walking towards what Braeburn had learned was known as the 'red zone'. With his eyes ogling the mares firm round rear he began to follow with little else in his mind. He soon found himself in a small quickly constructed room. He wasn't sure if he should remove the costume or not. He knew there were 'openings' to allow for sexual activity in the costume so he waited to see what the mare did. She danced in a small circle accentuating her rear as she did so. She then turned to him and moved him to the bed. Braeburn remained quiet and did as she wanted. Once he was on his back on the bed the mare began to fiddle with his costume until she had unclipped the 'scales' and unzipped the suit underneath. Braeburn tensed up when she grabbed him and began to work on him with her mouth. 'Finally! Yes! This is great!' Braeburn thought to himself. Braeburn let out a deep moan. The mare seemed satisfied with his reactions, she happily continued her work with her rear in the air and her tail wagging. Braeburn was impressed by the power and skill she had. After a couple of minutes, she pulled back from his erect member breathing heavily. Braeburn sat up and looked at her through the eyes in his dragon costume. The mare turned around and positioned herself on her foreknees and rose her plot in the air. Braeburn felt himself throbbing intensely at the sight. The mare was so wet that her costume tights were dripping. He quickly sat forward and began to clop the mare through her costume. She winced and moaned. Next, he looked for clips or zippers and soon found what he was looking for. It was well hidden but he found and unzipped the rear of the costume exposing the mare. Braeburn took a deep sniff of her before plunging his face between her cheeks. She wiggled around and moaned as he used his tongue on her. She smelled great, tasted great, and had a strong round plot. Braeburn did not want to stop, and he didn't for several minutes. He could feel the mare's body trembling and her muscles tensing up. Although his experience was fairly limited lately he knew she was on the verge of her climax. He worked his tongue around in her vigorously. Licking in the shapes of letters at first and then simple licking rapidly while shaking his head to get in deeper. Only a few seconds later the mare fully tensed up and rose a bit higher in the air as she hit her climax. Braeburn could feel her tighten around his tongue. 'This is gonna be amazing!' Braeburn told himself when he pulled away and saw how much wetter she was. Next, he moved himself up and pulled her closer to himself. She looked back and wagged her rear in a sexy manner as he got himself ready. 'This is it!' Braeburn thought as he pressed his rock hard member to her sopping wet hole. They both let out satisfied moans as he made his way inside her. Braeburns mind raced with thoughts. He tried his best to get an eyeful of their dirty deed, he wanted to remember the images for a long time to come. The sheets on the bed slipped further and further into a jumble in the middle as the two of them rocked about on them. Each thrusting movement was followed by a sloshing sound which was driving Braeburn wild. He noticed the bed had become soaked. Twice during their efforts, the mare had trembled and tensed the way she had before. Braeburn knew he was making her cum which made him swell with pride. He continued thrusting into her but felt himself nearing his climax too. At this point, they were both moving fast and rough with each thrust. "I'm close!" Braeburn announced to her, unsure of what to do. Suddenly the mare moved away from him, removing him from her. She leaned forward more and used her forehooves the reach back and spread open her butt. Braeburn wasn't sure if the mare wanted him to cum on her or to stick it in her plot. With his body throbbing and hot, his mind racing, and the feeling of climax dwindling he took the chance before him. Applejack was in a flurry of pleasure. The strong stallion was working on her just right. With each thrust came a wave a pleasure. She drove her hooves into the mattress and moaned as she felt herself climax for the third time. Soon after that, the stallion spoke up. "I'm close!" the stallion announced. Applejack quickly withdrew herself from him. She hadn't thought about this step. Her only quick solution was to expose herself more and allow him to cum on her rear. It was not something she would have normally chosen but the anonymous aspect of this event left her more willing to experiment in that regard. Her intentions were not realized though. The stallions next move caught her completely off guard. The stallion suddenly began to push himself inside her rear. Applejack's eyes grew wide and she grit her teeth. The sudden entry had caused her to tense up so that she could not move for a few seconds. It was painful but the stallion managed to make his way inside much more easily than she had thought it would be. At first, she was kinda mad, but she did not stop him. Soon the pain died down and she found herself experiencing a subtle pleasure from it. "Ah yea, yea!" the stallion groaned as he hit his climax. Applejack could feel him slide as deep inside her as he could. She felt his member grow large and shrink multiple times as he came. Each flex of his member was followed by a small thrust. It seemed like he had an endless supply inside him. Applejack used her right forehoof to pleasure herself while he came. Finally, the stallion was done. Both of them breathing hard he removed himself from her and laid back. Applejack rose into a squat position and looked over her shoulder at the costumed stallion while allowing his cum to flow out of her plot. The sticky white liquid spilled out of her in an amount that covered the now fully balled up sheet. Applejack had avoided talking because she did not want her voice to be recognized. She laid with the stallion for several minutes after their dirty fun but as soon as he had slipped off into slumber she quickly got up, readjusted her costume, and left. She was worn out but satisfied. Applejack returned to her camp just before sunrise. She had made so much noise undressing from her costume that Granny Smith had stopped by her spot to check on her. When the elder mare saw the costume she quickly and quietly turned and left. Through most the next day Granny Smith kept the others clear and allowed Applejack to rest.
Two fillies learn a secretApple Bloom and Babs scurried off early the next day. Granny Smith and Big Mac were left looking at each other with wide eyes as the fillies bolted down the road into the thick of the fair. "They barely slept! Uh, what I would give for even half that energy," complained Granny Smith. "Eyup," replied Big Mac. Babs was so excited by the things at the fair. Many of them were new to her. Several times Apple Bloom had to backtrack to find her gawking at a game or food she had never seen before. "I'm sorry," giggled Babs as Apple Bloom used her head to shove her away from a pie-eating contest. "We still have two whole days here but cousin Braeburn and his friend are leaving tonight, ah wanna see'em before then," Apple Bloom explained for what seemed to her like the thousandth time. "Alright, we're goin already, sheesh," replied Babs. The rest of the walk went better. Babs had not stopped since the last time and they finally made it to Braeburns tent. "Howdy cousin!" chirped Apple Bloom as she strode into the camp circle. "Well hey there y'all," replied Braeburn as he exited his tent. "How ya enjoying the fair?" he asked. "It's fun!" Apple Bloom and Babs replied in unison. Pine Forest who had been dozing in a chair near their dead campfire adjusted himself to a proper position and lifted his hat off his eyes. Apple Bloom looked over at the stallion grinned. "Hey who yer friends Braeburn?" asked Pine Forest. "Oh these here are more of my cousins," replied Braeburn. He then pointed to each respectively and introduced them by name. "This here is Applejacks little sis, Apple Bloom. And this is our cousin from the big city, Babs Seed." Pine Forest rose to his hooves and removed his hat then nodded at them both. "Howdy fillies," he said. "H-hi," Apple Bloom stammered with a slight blush on her cheeks. She couldn't help it, the stallion was handsome. Babs rolled her eyes at Apple Bloom. "So why are you leaving the fair tonight?" she asked Pine Forest. Pine Forest looked at Braeburn for a moment. Braeburn took a seat next to the the fillies. "I have to meet a pony about a piece of land. Pine Forest here raises bee's, he needs some new land for his bee's," Braeburn explained. "Oh! Your the stallion from the jar!" blurted out Babs. "Heh, yes that's me. Fresh Forest Honey!" replied Pine Forest with a sharp note of pride in his voice. "With the new land he can expand, Then we can start making combined products with apples and honey," added Braeburn. "Like what?" asked Apple Bloom. "Mead," said Pine Forest. Braeburn shot the stallion an irritated look. Pine Forest noticed but chose not to acknowledge it in any way. Apple Bloom and Babs glanced at each other confused, then turned their attention back to the two stallions. "What is mead?" asked Babs. "Nothing, an adult drink. More importantly, we can make pies and candy," Braeburn said quickly to change the topic. "Mmm apple pie with honey, that sounds good," said Apple Bloom. "We don't have any of that with us. I do have some of our sample candy if y'all want some?" said Braeburn. "Sure!" the two fillies replied in unison again. Braeburn got up from his chair, opened the flap to his tent and went inside. Apple Bloom and Babs stepped into the entrance to see what he was doing. Suddenly Babs got excited and charged into the tent. "Woa cool costume!" chirped Babs. She trotted over to the golden dragon costume sitting on a bench across from the door. She admired the lava red spikes and shiny golden scales before fumbling to play with the head of the costume. Braeburn was on a stool going through a box on the top of a pile of larger boxes when the filly ran inside his tent. He looked over the see her starting to play with his costume. Knowing what he had done it and what it was for he immediately became nervous and lost his balance. "Wait d-don't!" shouted Braeburn as he fell from the stool and crashed into the pile of boxes. "Are you ok?" Apple Bloom asked as she ran to his side. "Yea, I'm ok, just... Y'all don't touch that costume alright?" replied Braeburn as he stood back up. "Sorry Braeburn, I didn't mean to make ya mad," replied Babs as she set the head of the costume back down. "Oh, I'm not mad, it's just... ah... well, it's a... fragile costume, not done yet," said Braeburn as he lifted the box he wanted to a table in the middle of the tent. "I love costumes, my favorite is my wolf costume," Babs told him as she came up to the table across from him. Braeburn thought about Babs in a wolf costume but the image was quickly replaced with one of the mare in her timberwolf costume the night before. His eyes grew wide and he shook his head to get the images to clear. "Ah that's a cool costume Babs," said Braeburn after a second. The two fillies looked at each other in confusion again. They remained silent as he filled a bag with goodies for them to take back to camp. "I'ma clean this up and start packing, y'all go on ad enjoy the fair'n be sure ta share that candy," Braeburn told them as he gave them the bag. "That's cousin Braeburn," Apple Bloom sang as she left the tent goodie bag in hoof. "Yes thanks a lot, cousin," added Babs as she followed Apple Bloom. Pine Forest said a quick goodbye and the two fillies were off down the road once more. Apple Bloom and Babs spent most the day in the fair, but after staying up most the night before and getting up as early as they did they soon found themselves tired and in need of a real meal. Looking fatigued but happy the two fillies hobbled into camp and collapsed on their bedspreads. After a few moments in the quiet of their tent, they noticed Granny Smith and Applejack talking in the tent next door. Granny Smith set down a glass of water for Applejack. She then sat down in the chair next to Applejacks bed. Applejack sat up and took a drink from the glass. "Feeling better?" asked Granny Smith. "Much better," replied Applejack. "I mean last night. Got what was bugging ya outa yer system huh?" Granny Smith smirked as she pointed her right forehoof at the lazily stowed away costume in the trunk nearby. "I attended a few of those parties in my day." Applejack looked at her elder mare in shock. Granny Smith simply nodded and laughed. "I don't suspect I'll be try'n that again honestly," said Applejack. "I dressed as a timber wolf life you too," giggled Granny Smith. "Ah Granny I really don't wanna discuss that," Applejack complained. "Don't be such a prude filly. What was your partner dressed as?" Granny Smith asked. "Nothing, I mean obviously something but... I mean..." said Applejack. The words she needed were not coming to her. "Was it partner's' then?" added Granny Smith. "No, it certainly was not! It was one and he was dressed as a dragon," replied Applejack in irritation. Babs and Apple Bloom were not quite sure what Applejack and Granny Smith were talking about a first. Then Babs put it together. "Your sister went to the sex club!" giggled Babs. "Shut up, she did not!" snapped Apple Bloom. "She so did, she dressed as a timberwolf and seduced a stallion dressed as a dragon," said Babs with a big grin. "That can't be what they are talking about!" Apple Bloom tried to deny it. Applejack opened her chest and shoved the costume inside it better. She then turned to face her elder mare. "Oh good choice, was one of my favorites too," said Granny Smith. "Ah Granny, it's not... I don't have a favorite. I branched out a little to relieve some stress but it's over, can we stop talk'n about this now?" Applejack explained. "Now first you pass out drunk in the middle of the fair and then I catch you with that costume. You should know better than ta think I ain't gonna tease you some," said Granny Smith. "I know sometimes I get a little crazy at the fair, but I am not going to that club ever again," replied Applejack. Though in the back of her mind she wasn't really sure if that was in fact true. She had fun that night, why not go back? "I was always a sucker for a shiny blue dragon costume," said Granny Smith. "His was golden, with lava red spikes, and bright orange eyes..." Applejack started to say. "... But I'm done talk'n about it, ah need to start supper," she finished. "Alright, let's go," Granny Smith laughed as she followed Applejack out of the tent. Apple Bloom sat in her tent in complete shock. With wide eyes, she tried telling herself she had not just heard everything they listened to. Babs sat across from her with her forehooves covering a big smile. "That was totally Braeburns costume!" giggled Babs. "Shut up," said Apple Bloom. "It had to be his, gold, lava red spikes..." giggled Babs some more. "No it wasn't," Apple Bloom tried to deny. "Think about it, that why he acted so weird when I touched it," said Babs. Apple Bloom continued to stare blankly forward for several minutes. Eventually, Babs lost her smile and sat staring at Apple Bloom. She was a little afraid of what the farm fillies reaction was really going to be. Then Apple Bloom finally spoke again. Ahe thrust her forehooves over her eyes and threw herself on the floor of the tent. "Horsefeathers! Ma sister screwed our cousin," she groaned. "Gah, hahaha!" Babs started laughing uncontrollably. Apple Bloom let out an irritated grumble as Babs rolled about their tent in a fit of laughter. "Oh, sweet Celestia that it messed up!" laughed Babs loudly. "Will you quiet down? We don't need them to hear this," snapped Apple Bloom. Babs calmed down after a few seconds and looked at Apple Bloom. "Aren't you going to tell her?" she asked. "Heck no! Neither will you!" replied Apple Bloom. "Why?" asked Babs. "Let me handle this my way, ok?" answered Apple Bloom. Babs agreed not to say a word to anypony about what they had just learned. Supper came and the two fillies ate with the family with an awkward tension on Apple Blooms end. When night fell Apple Bloom remained awake thinking about her sister and Braeburn in disgust. Babs Seed lay across the tent from her, also unable to sleep. Babs mind was also on Applejack and Braeburn that night, but for her, it was a comedic and perverse train of thought. Applejack waved said goodbye to Braeburn and Pine Forest and turned in after sundown. She lay in her tent resting peacefully, blissfully unaware that she had accidentally scored with the wrong stallion the night before. She re-lived the fun she had in her dreams all night.
