Cutie Mark Crusaders: Lemonade Sellers! Yay!

by destinedjagold

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Scootaloo, Random, Slice of Life
Length: 9885

The Cutie Mark Crusaders decided to sell lemonade in their very own lemonade stand. What could possibly go wrong?

The Cutie Mark Crusaders decided to sell lemonade in their very own lemonade stand.
What could possibly go wrong?

/Author's Note/
I have no idea how or why this idea came inside my head. =/
Updates will be made when I'm bored. =/

Cover art is made by AliasForRent.
Cover art is used with his permission. :3

Published 2013-04-11 13:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-23 08:54:10 UTC

Two

It was a hot summer day, and what better way to spend the heat of summer than to have a great and relaxing time at the beach! Colts and fillies giggled as they splashed some salt water while others swam with their parents' or guardians' watchful eyes, while others decided to build sand castles.

On one part of the sandy beach stood a simple lemonade stand, where three fillies were busy making their very own version of lemonade.

While Apple Bloom was slicing the lemons and Sweetie Belle was messing with the blender, Scootaloo was looking over their stand, staring at the happy ponies in the area.

“I don't get it...” Scootaloo sighed, her eyes fell on the two pitcher on their stand, filled with lemonade. “Why aren't there any pony who buys our lemonade?”

“Well duh,” Apple Bloom rolled her eyes as she puts the sliced lemons on a plate. “That's cuz our sign over there says we're closed.” She points a hoof at a sign that was struck on the sandy soil a few feet in front of their stand.

Scootaloo sank down slowly with burning cheeks. “Oh...yeah...” She chuckled awkwardly while Sweetie Belle giggled.

Pour

Apple Bloom dropped Featherweight's two bits inside their coin jar when two laughing fillies stood before their little stand. She glanced back up, and instantly wished she hadn't. Before them stood two earth pony fillies.

“Well well well, look what we have here,” Diamond Tiara said, ignoring the icy glares of the three fillies. “A lemonade stand, here at the beach? Pfft... How original!”

“Yeah. Very original!” Silver Spoon chimed in, and the two giggled.

“What the hay are you two going on about?” Apple Bloom asked, trying her best not to shout.

After their giggle died down, Diamond Tiara sighed and shook her head. “You three are such air-heads...” She then lamely points a hoof at a vending machine that was standing almost three feet beside the lemonade stand. The vending machine had all sorts of cool drinks, including lemonade.

The three fillies stared dumbfounded at the box machine.

“How the hay did we miss that?” Apple Bloom whispered, only receiving slow shaking heads from her two friends.

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes. “Whatever. See you around, losers!”

The two earth pony fillies laughed as they walked towards the vending machine, and dropped five bits into the coin slot. With a ding, the machine produced a cold can of cola.

“Well, this sucks...” Scootaloo groaned, then sighed. “I'll pour ourselves a glass...” She then grabbed three glasses and poured lemonade on each glass.

“I wonder where it gets its electricity though...” Sweetie Belle wondered.

“I wonder where you get electricity for our blender...” Apple Bloom whispered back.

Se—Six! SIX!

“Hello girls!” a mare greeted them as she came up to their lemonade stand.

“HI MISS CHEERILEE!” the three fillies greeted back. “HOW ARE YOU?” they asked with wide wide toothy grins.

“I'm all right girls. Just a bit thirsty, that's all.”

The three fillies' wide toothy grins went even wider. How was that possible, I have no idea...

“Well, we got the lemonade for yer thirst, Miss Cheerilee!” Apple Bloom said while Scootaloo poured a glass.

“We should probably try making it rhyme though...” Sweetie Belle thought out loud.

“A-actually,” Miss Cheerilee said, stopping Scootaloo who was about to hand her the glass of lemonade. “Could I have two glasses of lemonade, please?” She then turned her head back to the beach, eyeing a red earth stallion who was lying on the sand, simply enjoying the salty breeze. She smiled like an evil mare, but it only lasted for a second after Scootaloo finished pouring lemonade on the second glass.

“That'll be four bits, Miss Cheerilee!” Scootaloo said as she grabbed both glasses with each of her hoof. How? No clue as well...

“Thanks girls,” Miss Cheerilee said as she took both glasses of lemonade after giving the fillies four shiny golden bits. Stop asking me how, okay? “I'll return the glasses afterwards. Be sure to wash them thoroughly, okay?”

The three fillies nodded, failing to notice their teacher's evil smirk that only lasted for half a second.

“Hm... Now where'd I put that love potion...” her voice trailed off as she got further and further away from the stand.

Sweetie Belle arched an eyebrow at her two friends. “Did she just say a love potion?”

Her two friends arched her an eyebrow.

“Ugh...” Scootaloo groaned as Apple Bloom puts the bits inside their jar. “I thought we promised not to bring that up again.”

“Well, but I just...uh... Oh never mind...” She shook her head. “So who's up for washing the used glasses for later use?”

Heaven

There was a small line of ponies that were eagerly waiting for their turn to taste the infamous Cutie Mark Crusader Lemonade. One of the ponies who were in the small line of ponies was a young pegasus pony colt that seemed to be feeling quite nervous.

The line moved, and he was now the next pony to be served, right after the three fillies are done chatting with their good friend Ruby.

“Here ya go, Ruby!” Scootaloo gave the glass of lemonade to their friend. “And oh, no no no no!” she said, stopping Ruby's attempt at grabbing two bits to pay. “It's on the house!”

“Huh? Really?” Ruby asked, doubtful. Her doubts quickly faded after seeing the smiles and nods of the three crusaders. “Well, okay then. Thanks so much, girls!” and she drank the beverage.

“Don't worry about it,” Apple Bloom said as Ruby placed the empty glass on the table. “We do owe you for the paint you gave us for our lemonade stand, after all.”

And the four giggled, making Featherweight shift uncomfortably. He dared looking at the sweet white unicorn filly, but as soon as he saw her about to look at him, he stared elsewhere, pretending to stare...elsewhere.

“Hi Featherweight!” Sweetie Belle greeted the colt, which was a little bit too excited than she planned.

The colt stared ahead, and noticed that Ruby was no longer there. He walked forward with shivering hooves. Stopping, he glanced back at the three fillies.

“Back so soon huh?” Apple Bloom said. “You here for another glass of lemonade, or...” she leaned on Sweetie Belle and nudge her with a shoulder. “...for another ‘heavenly drink’?”

Scootaloo laughed while Sweetie Belle pushed Apple Bloom away from her with burning cheeks.

Featherweight drew circles on the sand with a hoof as he hung his head low to hide his burning cheeks. Taking a few deep breaths, and not minding the few ponies behind him, he lifted his head back to see...only Sweetie Belle.

“Were are you two going!?” the unicorn filly shouted at her two giggling friends who were running away from the lemonade stand.

An awkward silence hung in the air.

“S-so, uh...” Featherweight started, catching the shy look of the unicorn filly. He looked elsewhere, not minding his red cheeks. “...um...one glass of lemonade...please?”

“Um...sure...” Sweetie Belle replied as she nervously grabbed the pitcher. She has no idea why she's really nervous though, but before she could concentrate, her grip slipped, making the pitcher fall back on the table, and fell on its side, making its golden liquid content splash towards the stunned pegasus colt. “Omigosh! Featherweight! I'm so so sorry!” She said as she frantically searched for a towel. She found one. She grabbed it, and ran to the colts side and threw the towel on his head. “Are you okay? I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry!”

The silence was too painful for the little filly, but it lasted for only a few seconds before it was broken by a chuckle from the colt. “No worries, Sweetie Belle...” he said as he dried himself with the towel.

She looked away. “Y-you're not mad at me?”

He chuckled nervously. “Not really.”

“Hey! You two!”

The two young ponies blinked and turned their heads towards the lemonade stand, where two smirking fillies were busy attending to their amused customers.

“Could you two do your little lovey-dovey elsewhere? You're blocking our customers!”

“We're not being lovey-dovey!!!” Sweetie Belle and Featherweight shouted back at the laughing Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. The two looked at each other, and then looked elsewhere with reddening cheeks.

Nyan

“Thanks!” Apple Bloom smiled as she grabbed the glass. “Be back soon!”

With a nod, Lyra gave two bits before retreating back to the beach, towards her friend Bonbon, who was lying on the sand under the shade of her umbrella.

Just as the next pony in line was about to step forward, a blue blur suddenly flew in front of him, creating a small dust cloud. As the cloud settled, a cyan-coated pegasus mare with a rainbow-colored mane and tail stood in front of the lemonade stand.

“A lemonade stand!” Rainbow Dash licked her lips. “Talk about awe—”

“Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo yelled in excitement, who suddenly appeared in between Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle behind the stand.

Apple Bloom arched an eyebrow. “Didn't you just took off two minutes ago for a swim?”

“Oh, hey squirt!” Rainbow brought a hoof over Scootaloo's head and rubbed it, messing her slightly damp mane. “Trying to see if you can earn yourself a lemon-themed cutie mark?”

“Nah, not really,” Scootaloo smiled.

Rainbow arched an eyebrow as she pulled her hoof back. “Oh?”

“Hurry up over there!” a mare's voice echoed from behind the line.

Rainbow only smirked. “Seems like you girls are popular around here. It's not the lemonade, is it?” she chuckled. “Anyway, I don't wanna keep 'em hangin', so uh,” she produced two bits and tossed them to the eagerly-awaiting hooves of a certain biggest-number-one-fan-of-a-certain-rainbow-maned-pegasus pegasus filly.

Sweetie Belle was about to grab the pitcher of lemonade, but it disappeared after a wind passed her by. Apple Bloom was about to grab a glass in their toy wagon, but the one she was about to grab disappeared as a wind passed her by.

Scootaloo dropped two ice cubes inside a glass full of lemonade. “Here ya go Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo said with a very very big grin on her face.

Rainbow smiled as she accepted the drink. “Thanks squirt.”

“Oh, hey Rainbow!” Scootaloo said while Rainbow drank the lemonade. “How was that show where they asked you to wear that pink bread-thing?”

“Pffft—!” Rainbow spat what she was drinking and went into a coughing fit, soaking the three fillies standing behind the lemonade stand.

“Eeewww—!”

Ten

The ‘close’ sign was an unbearable sign for the ponies who wanted to have a drink of the heavenly drop of yellow goodness. Those who are excited to have a drink were forced to accept the harsh reality and go back with tearful eyes and broken hearts.

...except for two fillies who were already sneaking behind the stand.

“Look at that,” Diamond Tiara whispered to Silver Spoon as she pointed a hoof towards the huge jar that was one-third filled with golden bits. She grinned. “Those poor poor bits, all locked inside a jar and left alone.”

Silver Spoon giggled as the two slowly approached the treasure. “Oh, whatever shall we do, Diamond Tiara? We can't just leave them like that,” she whispered back, and giggled afterwards.

They took another step closer, and suddenly found themselves falling. They held each other and screamed as the eternal darkness consumed them the further they fell into the bottomless pit.

Meanwhile...

“Are ya sure ya put up a portal hole behind the stand?” Apple Bloom asked as she and her two friends are washing themselves in the cool water to get rid of the lemonade that rained on them a chapter earlier.

“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, rubbing her neck with both hooves. “That portal gun came with an easy how-to-use instruction, anyway.”

“Where did you get a portal gun, anyway?” Sweetie Belle asked.

Scootaloo brought a hoof to her chin to think about it...

Apple Bloom threw a hoof in the air to dismiss the compliment. “Did ya get the things we need for our lemonade stand?”

“Yup!” Scootaloo replied with a big smile as she and Apple Bloom turned back and saw a scooter with a red toy wagon attached at the back of the vehicle. The wagon was filled with a blender, a box of small knives, an empty jar, a box of glasses, and other things—other things—other things—other things—

Scootaloo shrugged. “Meh, I don't remember...”

And they continued to clean themselves.

Twelve

Sweetie Belle reluctantly poured some lemonade to a glass that was held by a very very eager-looking customer.

“Com'on, Sweets!” Berry Punch said, watching in excitement as her glass was being filled by the golden liquid of goodness. She then immediately drank the whole contents as soon as the glass was filled.

“T-that's her twelfth glass in a row!” Scootaloo exclaimed as their customer finished her drink. The young pegasus filly was both thrilled, amazed, and scared at the same time.

“Ahh... That really hits the spot!” Berry Punch exclaimed as she slammed the glass down on the table. “More pl—uh...” She stopped herself as she slowly crossed her two hind hooves. She then flashed then three curious-looking fillies with a painful smile. “I think I need to go to the little filly's room now, kiddies.”

“W-wai—” Apple Bloom was about to argue, but loud sounds of twenty-four bits hitting the table cut herself off. ”—uh...a few meters to your right, second building with a red roof.”

Their customer disappeared as soon as Apple Bloom finished what she was saying. The three blinked, and so were their customers who were in line.

Next in line was the very well-known farm pony, and sister to one of the fillies running the stand.

“Hiya sis!” Apple Bloom greeted their customer while Scootaloo was having a hard time sweeping the twenty-four bits with a hoof and holding their jar of bits with the other. “How's the farm goin'?”

“Hiya Apple Bloom! Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo!” Applejack lifted her hat with a hoof to greet them. “Ah see yer having a grand time with this lemonade o'yours,” she chuckled. “My my, Ah bet you three already outsold our apple cart in the market place!” She then extended a hoof and rubbed her little sister's head. “Ah'm mighty proud of the three of yah.” After the exchange of sisterly affection, the honest mare produced two golden bits, and Sweetie Belle gave her a glass. “But you know,” Applejack said after drinking her glass of lemonade, “you three should care for yer customers some more.”

“Huh?” Apple Bloom blinked in confusion while Scootaloo grabbed the bits and Sweetie Belle took the glass. “What do ya mean, sis?”

“Well,” she stared to the direction where Berry Punch was most likely would have gone to, “like yer previous customer, ya three should put up an outhouse here.”

Apple Bloom brought a hoof to think about it after Applejack smiled and went to the beach.

Thirteen

Apple Bloom was pulling a toy cart that was full of wood, nails, a hammer, some paint and a paintbrush, a toilet-seat, a shovel, and some other things. Her big sister's suggestion made her and her two friends to ponder about the idea of having an outhouse near their stand. The three agreed that it was a good idea, and so pulled enough bits from their jar to buy the necessary items to make one.

“Hm... Ah wonder how those two are doing back there...” she thought out loud as she pulled the toy wagon, heading back to the beach.

Meanwhile...

“Ahh...” Scootaloo said after drinking her fifth glass of lemonade for that hour alone. “Y'know, you're really good at making lemonade, Sweetie Belle.”

Sweetie Belle nodded, who just finished drinking her second glass that hour. She grabbed her glass to wash it with a water-filled bucket and a dishwasher on their toy wagon, but her eyes landed on her empty jar of lemons.

“Uh-oh...” she muttered, turning back to their stand, eyeing the pitchers.

“Huh?” Scootaloo woke up from her daydream. It was only about her outflying her greatest idol and all. Nothing big and impossible. “What's wrong?”

“We're out of lemons,” Sweetie Belle replied as she hopped back on the chair, staring at the two pitchers. One was still full of lemonade, while the other was almost out. She then stared ahead, and saw, from meters away, two colts eyeing their stand with happy smiles. She then turned to her pegasus friend. “I'm heading back to town to get some more. Think you can run the stand by yourself?”

“Huh?” Scootaloo blinked. “Maybe I should be the one to buy the lemons. Y'know, since I have a scooter and all.”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “During our sample testing yesterday, you didn't know how to pick the right lemons.”

Scootaloo blinked, and blushed from embarrassment.

“Besides,” Sweetie Belle grabbed a few bits and placed it in her saddlebag. “I won't take long. When Apple Bloom gets here, tell her to start making the outpost.”

“Uh, yeah, sure!” Scootaloo said with an uncertain smile. She suddenly felt like wanting to visit the little filly's room, but, she can still hold it, maybe? “I can totally handle things here no problem!”

“Great!” Sweetie Belle said with a smile.

Fourteen

There were more customers than Scootaloo had anticipated. What is worse, is that she's almost out of lemonades to sell. What is worst, is that she's been wanting, she's been really really been wanting to pay a little visit to the little fillies room. She thought that when she runs out of lemonade to sell, she can simply put their ‘close’ sign in front of the stand, puts a portal trap, and visit the little filly's room.

As she poured the very last drops of lemonade to a glass, Thunderlane payed two bits before gulping down the drink. He smiled and walked back to the beach, where his two fillyfriends are probably trying to kill each other again.

“Well!” Scootaloo shouted with a wide wide grin, startling her next customer, and the rest, “that's all for now, ponies!” She grabbed the ‘close’ sign and excitedly aimed at the sandy ground in front of the lemonade stand. “The Cutie Mark Crusaders: Lemonade Stand is temporarily clos—eh?” she was about to stab the ground with the sign, but found out that it was stuck in the air. Blinking, she saw the sign was enveloped by a magical field, and right in front of her was an angry-looking unicorn mare, and behind her were angry-eyed customers. The pegasus crusader gulped and shivered involuntarily.

“Ooohhh no!” Amethyst said, angrily staring at the pegasus crusader. “I've been standing in line for a while and I don't want you to slap me with this sign of yours!” Angrily, she lifted the sign, lifting Scootaloo off the ground, and tossed it and her behind the lemonade stand. “I came here to get some lemonade and I'm not leaving until I get some!”

The line behind her agreed as well.

Scootaloo jumped back on the chair. “B-but! I'm—we're out of lemonade!”

“Then go make SOME MORE!” Amethyst snarled, making the pegasus wince and sink back down.

The poor pegasus filly has been wanting to leave to pay a visit to the filly's room, but nooooooooooooooo. Somepony just wants to have some lemonade before she could go. Scootaloo huffed, as her angry eyes fell on an empty pitcher, and beside it was a jar of white sugar. She blinked, and then a creepy smile formed on her lips as an evil plan of revenge emerged in her head.

Sixteen

“What are you doing?” Sweetie Belle asked as she watched Scootaloo pouring the lemonade on the sand with a very nervous toothy smile.

“Why are ye throwin' lemonade on the sand, anyway?” Apple Bloom asked as the last drop of Scootaloo's lemonade was absorbed by the hot sand.

“And why are you smiling like that?” Sweetie Belle asked as Scootaloo grabbed the other pitcher and opened the lid.

“And why are ya sweatin' like a filly under a thunder cloud?” Apple Bloom asked as Scootaloo poured the contents of the lemonade on the sand.

“Oh no!” Scootaloo suddenly gasped, starling her two friends as she shockingly stared at the two empty pitchers. “We're all out of lemonade!” she added with a nervous frown and beads of sweat. She then smiled nervously at her two friends who were giving her a suspicious glare.

“Scoots,” Apple Bloom said softly and suspiciously, “what's goin' on?”

“Nothing! Nothing!” the pegasus replied fast and then chuckled nervously. “Oh, that reminds me!” she said, grabbing the two pitchers, “I need to pay a visit to the little fillies' room! Yes siree!” she chuckled nervously as she turned her back on her two glaring friends. “I'd better wash these pitchers while I'm there! See ya!” And she zoomed off towards the fillies' room.

“What has gotten into her?” Sweetie Belle asked as she and Apple Bloom were still staring at their friend who was rushing towards the building.

“Ah got no clue...” Apple Bloom shook her head.

Eighteen

The air was rushing up as the world below was getting closer and closer. Despite this fact, Apple Bloom glared daggers at Sweetie Belle, who was smiling sheepishly at her. Scootaloo, on the other hoof, was flailing her hooves and buzzing her tiny wings in a desperate attempt to save herself. Oh, and she's screaming for dear life.

“If we survive this...” Apple Bloom hissed, “...Ah'm gonna kill ye.”

Sweetie Belle gulped. “H-how should I know that the blender would explode if I press all the buttons at the same time!?”

Apple Bloom ignored her. “If we die, then Ah'm still gonna kill ye in the afterlife.”

Nineteen

With the lemonade stand fixed and a new blender borrowed, the Cutie Mark Crusaders' lemonade stand was back in business.

“Drats...” Sweetie Belle groaned. “...we're out of lemons again...”

Scootaloo, upon hearing her unicorn friend's words, quickly took her helmet and rode her scooter. “I'll buy some—okay—bye—be back soon!” and she disappeared in the distance.

Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom blinked in confusion.

“What's gotten into her?” Apple Bloom asked.

Sweetie Belle only shrugged.

Twenty

“ARGH!”

Apple Bloom shouted as she leaped from the chair and ran in front of their lemonade stand.

“So that's why we weren't havin' any customers!”

She then angrily pulled out the ‘close’ sign and...the sandy earth began to shake...and a large crowd of thirsty ponies suddenly appeared in front of their stand out of nowhere, literally burying Apple Bloom under the sea of sand and hooves.

“...A-ah'm okay...” a painfully low voice said, making Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle cringe as they served customers.

Three Twenty

“W-well uh,” the stallion tried to explain, but Apple Bloom brought a hoof to a button labeled ‘off’.

The three fillies cringed again.

“Ew, so it's like, I spat lemonade to the glass, and brought it back to the pitcher!?” Apple Bloom spat.

The three fillies cringed.

“Eeyup,” the stallion nodded with a bright smile.

“So, lemme get this straight,” Apple Bloom scratched her head. “Example I poured lemonade on a glass, grabbed the glass, and drank it. So with this machine-thingy, the order of what I did is reversed?”

Time Turner chuckled. “That was the most brief and the easiest of explanations of explaining what the Time Reverse does...”

Three sets of eyes blinked.

“Ah, quite the curious ones, eh?” he nodded with an eager smile. “I like that. Anyway, it's like this, from the time I turned my Time Reverse on, and when I turn it off, time flows ordinary, however, within that timeframe, the flow of time is in reverse order.”

“So what does it do?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Ouch...”

A sweatdrop of disappointed rolled down the stallion's face as his proud aura suddenly evaporated.

“That's a lame name,” Scootaloo said.

The crusaders blinked.

“I call it,” the stallion placed the device on the counter table, “the Time Reverse.”

“What is it?” Sweetie Belle asked.

The three crusaders gathered to take a look at the weird white object. The object was too hard to describe, so the three fillies decided to let the readers' imagination deal with it.

The earth pony stallion chuckled. “Why, I most certainly have! In fact,” he pulled a strange object out from his saddlebag, “I'm already in the process of testing it.”

“Would you like a glass of lemonade?” Scootaloo asked eagerly, “or do you have any new inventions?”

“Hello Mister Turner!” the three crusaders greeted back.

“Ah, hello there girls,” Time Turner aka ‘Doctor Hooves’ greeted the three young mares with a cheerful smile.

“Okay, okay, no more!” Apple Bloom pressed the off button of the weird device. “And we're not interested!” She stuck her tongue out in disgust.

Time Turner shrugged casually as he returned his new invention back inside his saddlebag. “Suit yourselves, but if ever you three are interested, you know where to find me.” With that, he trotted back to Ponyville.

“Maybe we could try that thing on one of our cutie mark crusades.” Scootaloo said, as the three and a few of their customers watched the weird earth pony aka ‘bender of time’ trotting off.

A pony in line spoke out, “imagine if we were taking a huge dump,” and everypony cringed at the thought.

Twoty-Four

“Scootaloo,” Cheerilee blushed.

“Miss Cheerilee,” Scootaloo blushed as well.

Awkward silence.

“Glasses,” Cheerilee said, cheeks burning as she shakily placed the two glasses on the table counter.

“T-thanks,” Scootaloo blushed furiously, and grabbed the glasses.

Awkward silence.

“I should go now,” Cheerilee said, cheeks blushing furiously. She spun and trotted away in a very quick pace.

Everypony blinked.

“What just happened?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“N-nothing,” Scootaloo laughed nervously.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle looked at each other, both utterly confused and lost at what just happened.

“Did something happen when you went out to look for her—”

Scootaloo's face became bright red.

“—to get the glasses?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“NOPE!” Scootaloo quickly and nervously replied.

Her two friends arched an eyebrow.

Twenty Six

The ball was served.

Pinkie Pie saw the ball was heading towards her. With a wide grin, she pulled her party cannon out from her mane. The ball went inside the cannon. “Party time!” and Pinkie fired, sending the ball back to the other side.

“Now that was cheatin'!” Applejack huffed as she eyed the ball that was heading towards her, so she turned around and gave the ball the old Apple Family Buck. “But nothin' Ah can't handle!” The ball flew straight back to the other side, heading towards the shaking Fluttershy.

“Eep!” In her fear, Fluttershy slammed and dug her head underneath the sand like an Ostrich, and the ball hit her behind, sending it back to the other side.

The ball flew lazily and peacefully to the other side, and Rainbow Dash stared at it in a deadpan. “Seriously Fluttershy?” When the ball finally was within her reach, she quickly did a backflip, her hind hooves kicking the ball violently back to the other side.

Twilight was busy with her calculations on a piece of paper. “Hm...” She studied the force applied by Rainbow Dash on the ball, the speed of the ball flying dangerously fast towards her, the gravitational pull which she was sure was ‘gravity 9.8 multiplied by (mass) commonly in kilograms (thank you Google)’, the strength of the wind, the gravitational influence of the sun and the moon, the possibilities and randomness, and some other things. And she did all of those things in a split second before she finally reached an answer: she simply used her magic to toss the ball back.

Rarity was calmly lying on her red fainting sofa, sipping some of the lemonade a certain purple dragon had given her a few chapters ago. She wondered why she haven't finished drinking it yet, but a lady takes her time and was not to be rushed. A ball hit her large umbrella, and the ball bounced back to the other side. She levitated her shades to see what just happened. Seeing nothing, she then shrugged and returned to relaxing.

After a few seconds of nothing, the ponies gathered up.

“Where the heck did that ball bounce off to?” Applejack asked.

“Here you g—” Scootaloo was hit by a ball on the side of her face. “Ouch!”

The ball bounced to Apple Bloom's face. “Ack—!”

The ball bounced to Sweetie Belle's face, the glass of lemonade she was drinking went inside her mouth.

The ball bounced somewhere, and Sweetie Belle removed the glass on her mouth with mild annoyance, and went into a coughing fit.

“What the heck was that just now?” the unicorn filly asked as she and her friends and a few customers looked around, trying to spot the bounce-away ball.

Twenty Seven

“Hm...” three voices hummed at the same time, as three sets of eyes scanned the processed-products available behind the large transparent glass case of the vending machine.

“How 'bout that peanut-butter crackers?” Apple Bloom asked as she pointed with a hoof.

Scootaloo shook her head. “I don't want that. I heard that annoying Trixie loves that stuff, so I automatically hate that stuff.”

Sweetie Belle arched her an eyebrow. “Huh? Did she do something to upset you?”

“No, not really,” Scootaloo replied, and then glared at the peanut-butter crackers, “but remember when she first came here? She made Rainbow Dash looked like a fool!”

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle looked at each other, and mentally agreed not to pour more oil on the already burning sun. The two instead returned to their task as the three's stomachs growled.

“Well, we better pick something to eat,” Apple Bloom said.

“I can't believe we forgot about this while we were planning our lemonade stand,” Sweetie Belle said as she eyed a cupcake on wrapper.

“And the prices are crazy!” Scootaloo complained, eyeing the five bit price tag of a jelly roll. Groaning, she inserted five bits into the bit slot and pressed the button for her order. The vending machine ‘dinged’, and out came the jelly roll. “As soon as I get my strength back, I'm going back to town to buy food.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle nodded.

Twenty Eight

Three sets of eyes blinked and looked around. Ponies in the beach were having a grand time enjoying whatever activities they were doing. Sweetie Belle sighed both in relief and disappointment.

“We haven't had a single customer for an hour now,” the unicorn filly said suddenly, eyeing a pegasus colt who was snapping photos on the beach.

“We could close up for now and have some fun,” Scootaloo commented.

Apple Bloom nodded. “Yeah, Ah agree with Scoots. No point in standin' 'round here doin' nothin'.” The earth pony jumped off from their seat and trotted towards their red wagon. “Ah should probably start repairing our outhouse that sunk a few chapters ago...”

Her two friends cringed. They wanted to help their earth pony friend, but no way in Tartarus are they gonna lay a single hoof on that eeky pile of wood.

“O-oh! We-well, good luck with that!” Scootaloo chirped nervously, buzzing her wings as she hovered away from the stand, Sweetie Belle galloping close behind.

Apple Bloom glared at her departing friends, and sighed as she stabbed the sandy ground with the ‘close’ sign.

With that done, she returned to the wagon, but a certain portal gun caught her attention. She brought a hoof to her chin as an idea was starting to form in her head.

Thirty

Blossomforth pushed an annoying Cloud Kicker away from her. The latter was obviously teasing the former about banging yet again, and the latter was about to point out how the former flirtatiously pushed her, when a ball landed on her head, and bounced somewhere else, eliciting a teasing giggle from the former.

A very shaky stallion sat on the beach, his boring features shook as he nervously glanced left and right. He shouldn't have come to the beach. Something bad was bound to happen to him. He wasn't sure what, but he was sure that something will happen to him. Why did he come to the beach in the first place anyway? He just wanted to go to the inks and quills shop to buy some ink so he could write his diary. Then a sudden exciting thought hit him: go to the beach. It was exciting at first, but now he thought of how reckless the idea was now. Oh, how he wanted to go home and—a ball hit his head, and bounced away. He gasped. That was a sign! A sign! He scampered away as he shouted in fear and panic, drawing many raised eyebrows at his retreating form.

A certain black and red alicorn OC was building a sand castle to show his greatness and friendliness to everypony, when a ball hit his head, throwing him into the sand castle, and buried him alive, and was never to be heard from again. And oh, the ball bounced elsewhere again.

A shark emerged from the surface of the waters, smiling brightly at the large number of ponies. No, he wasn't smiling because he can eat any of those ponies. He smiled, because he saw the rainbow-maned cyan pegasus lying on the sandy shore, enjoying the sunshine. After a quick check of his breath, he pumped his chest and a ball struck his head, knocking him out unconscious and he sank in the bowels of the ocean.

On the far-away spot of the beach, a lonesome Lyra was witnessing the magic of portals. In front of her was a portal, and to her joy, a human was walking out, and smiled brightly when he saw the unicorn. Lyra giggled excitingly like a small filly, and she jumped towards the human. The human prepared to give a hug, but a ball struck his face, and pushed him back. The ball bounced back to Lyra's face, and threw her back. The ball struck the human again, and pushed him back inside the portal. Lyra wanted to shout, but the ball hit her muzzle. The ball hit the ‘close’ button on the portal, and it bounced away as the portal disappeared.

“NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

And the ball bounced somewhere else...

Author's Note

The adventures of the bouncing ball continues~

One

“There! All done!” Apple Bloom announced proudly as she jumped down to the sandy ground from the chair she was standing on to hammer their sign in place. She returned her hammer in her toolbox as Scootaloo walked beside her, who was staring at their little stand's sign.

“The Cutie Mark Crusaders: Lemonade Stand!!” was written with black paint, barely fitting the small piece of wood.

“That looks awesome, Apple Bloom!” Scootaloo said genuinely, her buzzing wings momentarily lifted her off the ground for a couple of inches.

“Aw, shucks... It was nothin',” Apple Bloom threw a hoof in the air to dismiss the compliment. “Did ya get the things we need for our lemonade stand?”

“Yup!” Scootaloo replied with a big smile as she and Apple Bloom turned back and saw a scooter with a red toy wagon attached at the back of the vehicle. The wagon was filled with a blender, a box of small knives, an empty jar, a box of glasses, and other things.

“Great!” Apple Bloom nodded with a smile. “Now all we need is—”

“I'm here~!” Sweetie Belle sang as she arrived, pulling a blue toy-wagon. Inside were two large transparent jars of lemons and a few jars of sugar. “Sorry if it took me long, girls,” she said as she pulled her wagon beside the red toy wagon. “Rarity took a while to get ready to go to the marketplace with me...” she rolled her eyes to add more emphasis.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo giggled.

“It's all right, Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom said, “in fact, we just finished setting up everything.”

“Well, not everything...yet.” Scootaloo waved a hoof at the wagon. “But we'll get there soon enough!”

Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom nodded. They then leaned down close to the ground, and leaped in the air. “CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS: LEMONADE SELLERS! YAY!!!”

Author's Note

The cover art only says "Lemonade", yeah.
But meh~ :3

Tree

Scootaloo took the ‘close’ sign and brought it on her wagon. The moment she got back on their chair behind their lemonade stand, a young colt immediately crash-landed in front of their stand, as if he fell right out from the sky.

The three young fillies blinked in confusion as Featherweight stood back up and dusted himself as he gave them an awkward chuckle.

“S-sorry about that... I wasn't paying attention to where I was flying, and I bumped into a coconut tree...”

The fillies blinked at him. Apple Bloom then looked around them, noticing that the closest tree in the beach was almost fifty meters away. She returned her gaze on the colt with an arched eyebrow.

“Anyway! One glass of lemonade please!” he said, too quick for the fillies' taste.

The fillies looked at each other for a short while. Sweetie Belle then grabbed a pitcher and poured lemonade on a glass, and then dropped two ice cubes.

“That'll be two bits...I guess?”

“Two bits?” Featherweight said in shock. “R-really!?”

“Um...yeah?” Apple Bloom replied, doubtful if she should have answered.

The colt's eyes sparkled like the stars under the moonlit sky. He then slapped two shiny golden bits on their table and grabbed the cold golden liquid of goodness. He drank it in one gulp, even the ice cubes. It made the unicorn filly giggle and made him blush.

“T-thanks...” he blushed further, his gaze kept on the sand. Then, after putting the glass on the table, he flew off, almost competing with Rainbow's speed.

Scootaloo blinked. “What just happened?”

Apple Bloom looked around once again, then shrugged. “Meh. Must be the trees...”

Five

“Wow!” a colt's voice exclaimed happily while the three crusaders were just about to begin packing their things. “There really is a lemonade stand here!”

Arching their eyebrows, the three fillies went back to their stand and saw their friend Chowder with a big grin, which unfortunately, contrasts the three fillies' sad frowns.

“Yeah...well...” Sweetie Belle sighed. “...we were just packing up and leave...”

The news took Chowder by complete surprise. “What!? B-b-but, why!?”

The three fillies lamely pointed a hoof at their neighbor box machine. Chowder followed their hooves, and arched an eyebrow at the vending machine.

“Ahh! Now I get it.” He chuckled as he returned his gaze back at the three down-hearted fillies. “The lemonade can there tasted like...like... Well, it tasted foal.”

The three fillies arched an eyebrow.

“You know what I mean!” he shook his head. “Anyway, and it costs five bits a can! It's a total rip-off! Now, earlier, Featherweight told me about your lemonade stand, and I am dying to try yours, since he said it tasted so heavenly. Whatever that means...” He shrugged.

“Heavenly?” Scootaloo asked, looking at Sweetie Belle, who blushed at the compliment.

“Aw...” Sweetie Belle giggled. “He's such a sweetheart.”

Her two friends rolled their eyes, while Chowder stuck his tongue out in disgust.

“Whatever, can I have a glass please?”

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo nodded.

“Sure, Ah guess...” Apple Bloom then grabbed the pitcher and poured a glass that Scootaloo placed on the table. “That'll be two bits,” she said while she gave the glass to the earth pony colt.

“Ahh...” he gulped the lemonade in one...gulp. After placing the glass back, he produced two bits and placed them on the table. “Way way waaaaaaaaay better than the canned one. Thanks!” and he ran off towards the cool water.

The three fillies just stared at him running off.

“Well,” Sweetie Belle smiled at her two friends. “Back to work, girls! We're back in business!”

Heat

“Man...is it hot or what!?” Scootaloo exclaims, resting her head on their stand, staring boringly at the happy ponies around the beach. Suddenly, her eyes went to the cool cool blue ocean. “Hey!” she rose back up, a light bulb appearing on top of her head. “I got an idea!”

Apple Bloom squinted her eyes as she stared at the brighter-than-the-summer-sun light bulb over her friend's head, and pulls the string, shutting the bulb off. It disappeared in thin air.

“What's this idea o'yours, Scoots?” Apple Bloom asked as she rubbed her eye with a hoof.

Scootaloo then faced her two... She blinked. “Where's Sweetie Belle?”

“Eh?” Apple Bloom points at the beach with a hoof.

Following her friend's hoof, Scootaloo saw her unicorn friend swimming happily in the beach with Featherweight chasing after her.

Scootaloo slammed both her hooves on their table. “No fair!” she snarled. “Why are we stuck in here while she's enjoying over there!?”

Apple Bloom only shrugged. “If you want, we can put the ‘close’ sign so we can go swimming.”

Scootaloo suddenly smiled widely at the idea, but, “wait, but what about lemonade?”

Apple Bloom blinked. “What about it?”

Scootaloo was about to reply, but stopped herself as the two of them heard hoofsteps approaching their stand, and soft drips of water hitting the hot sand. Turning, they saw their giggling unicorn friend approaching them.

“Your turn, Apple Bloom!” the unicorn smiled as she came behind their stand and started drying herself with a towel.

“Her turn?” Scootaloo asked, looking at Apple Bloom. “For what?”

“For swimming, of course!” Sweetie Belle said as she settled in between her two friends. “Yesterday, we agreed to take turns to go and swim if sales are good.”

“We did?” Scootaloo blinked, making her two friends giggle.

“If ye weren't so busy thinkin' about how cool Rainbow Dash was during our club meetin', you would have known about it!” Apple Bloom said. “Anyway, if ya really wanna hit the beach, then go ahead,” she nodded with a smile. “I'll go after yer done an' all.”

“You sure?” Scootaloo asked. She liked the idea, but not sure if it's okay for her to hit the beach first instead of Apple Bloom. But after she received warm smiles and genuine nods, she smiled at her two best friends and hugged them. “Thanks girls!” They then broke the hug. “Whew, this heat is killing me!” She then hopped off of their wide chair and ran towards the cool cool water. “Be back soon!”

Eleven

“Mommy?” a young filly asked as she blinked at the mechanically-humming vending machine. She then turned her head towards her mother, who was also staring dumbfounded at the transparent glass front cover-case-thing of the vending machine where ponies can see the cold canned drinks. “Why are there two ponies inside the vending machine?”

Leaning painfully against the glass inside the vending machine were Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, crying for help, but their loud voices were drowned by the low humming of the mechanical hum of the vending machine.

The filly's mother shook her head. “No clue sweetie, but uh,” she looked around, “let's go and find somepony who can help them...”

With that, the filly nodded and the duo quickly walked away. Are they going to seek out a pony to help? Meh, probably not.

Just then, three fillies walked pass the vending machine. One of them turned her attention to their mechanical rival of lemonade, and shrieked in horror at the sight of the crying fillies trapped inside.

“Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom shouted, making the other two stop and flinch.

The two then turned to see what was up, and gasped at what they saw.

But Scootaloo then sighed. “Oh, it's just them. Pfft, com'on girls.” She said, waving a hoof to dismiss any concern.

“‘Just them’? Scootaloo, they need help!” Apple Bloom exclaimed. “Get that portal gun o'yours, quick!”

The two failed to notice that Sweetie Belle calmly went back behind their lemonade stand—carefully going around the portal hole on the ground—searching for something inside their toy wagons.

But the pegasus groaned in response. “Why do we have to help them anyway?”

Apple Bloom glared at her. “Well, do you want to be in there?”

“That's the point!” Scootaloo argued. “If we leave them there, then we're safe!”

The two once again failed to notice Sweetie Belle had set up a tripod behind them.

“Ah don't care! Just go get your portal gun!”

“Who are you: my mom!?”

The two glared fiercely at each other, trying to push an invisible beam to death against each other, only to fade in reality as Sweetie Belle's melodic voice broke the tension in between them.

“Photo shoot, anyone?”

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo turned towards the innocently-smiling unicorn filly. They stared at her for a while, and blink, and then a grin has spread across their muzzles.

Fifteen

“Hiya Scoots!” Apple Bloom greeted as the last of the customers dropped two shiny bits with a smile before walking off. “Sorry that it took me a while. It's just that, I met Sweetie Belle on the road, and, uh...” she saw two pitchers on the table that was full of lemonade. “Huh. Sweetie Belle said that we're almost out of lemonade.” She then stared at Scootaloo, who had a very very wide and angelic smile, with a golden shiny halo above her head. “Did you make some more?”

Scootaloo nodded gracefully. “Eeyup.”

Apple Bloom smiled. “Well, that's good then!” She then grabbed a glass. “Whew, all that walking made me so so thirsty...” she was about to grab the pitcher, when her friend's hoof slapped her hoof away. “Hey!” she sharply turned her head back to Scootaloo, who was laughing weakly and suspiciously as the pegasus pulled the pitchers away from her. “What's the big idea?”

“W-w-we-well, uh...” crystal beads of sweat ran down on her face as she thought of a very good excuse. “Uh, Sweetie Belle...”

Apple Bloom blinked. “What about her?”

“We-well, she uh...she... You see... She uh...” her eyes were darting to and fro, until she saw the toy wagon that was full of wood and other building materials. “Outpost! Yes!” her sudden outburst startled Apple Bloom. “She said that you should totally and immediately start working on that outpost as soon as you get back! Eheheheh... Y'know...customers are always first...right?” and she finished it with a big big toothy nervous smile.

Apple Bloom brought a hoof to her chin to think about it. “Well... Ah ain't really that thirsty... And Ah don't want to taste the lemonade that you made. Not since after yesterday...” she shivered.

“Ouch...” was all Scootaloo could say, but sighed in relief as Apple Bloom jumped off of the chair and went to start making their outpost. “Now how should I explain this to Sweetie Belle...” she thought to herself.

“Explain what?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Nothing! Nothing!”

Seventeen

“Hey girls!” Spike greeted the three mares as he walked towards the stand.

“Hey Spike!” Apple Bloom greeted him back while Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle smiled at him before returning to their tasks. “Ya here fer some lemonade?”

Spike nodded. “You bet'cha!” He then pulled four gold bits from his pocket and placed it on the table.

“Two, huh?” Apple Bloom smiled as she grabbed two glasses. “Comin' right up!” She then poured lemonade on both glasses before giving them to the purple baby dragon.

Spike excitedly grabbed the two glasses with his claws with an excited smile. “Thanks!” And he ran off.

“Huh,” Apple Bloom wondered as she eyed Spike, “Ah wonder who's the other glass fo...” she cut herself off as she saw Spike stopping beside Rarity, who was lying on her drama couch on the sand and under a pretty huge umbrella. “...figures...”

Suddenly, a toilet being flushed echoed in the area, and a pretty troubled-looking stallion came out from the newly-built outhouse a few meters beside the lemonade stand. He then turned towards the three fillies. “Ya might want to fix the toilet, kiddos. It ain't flushin'...”

Apple Bloom groaned. “Again? Sheesh...” she then hopped off of the chair and took out a plunger. She then turned to her two friends. “Okay, I fixed it for the last three times. Who's next in line?”

“Uh...”

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle stared at each other nervously, and quickly went back to their work in double effort: Scootaloo washing the glasses and Sweetie Belle slicing lemons and making lemonade.

Apple Bloom sighed. “Ugh... Why do Ah always do the messy work 'round here?”

Thweneh-Wan

Scootaloo hummed to herself as she walked on the hot sandy beach, with eyes darting left, right and forward to spot the pony she was looking for.

‘Now where the hay is she, anyway?’ she thought as she hummed their crusader theme song.

She looked right, and saw the pony she was searching for. “Ah, there she is,” she smiled, and then frowned. “But, why is Miss Cheerilee and Big Mac going there?” she asked herself as the two ponies, from far away from anypony to pay them any attention, went inside the line of trees.

Curious, and wanted to go back to their lemonade stand, she trotted after them, careful not to step on anypony who were lying on the sand, sun bathing.

She continued trotting towards the trees, even after she started to hear weird faint noises up ahead.

“Miss Cheerilee?” Scootaloo called as she turned from a tree, and instantly, the weird noise stopped just as her eyes went wide.

Two ponies were in a very awkward position that no foals should be looking at...yet. The two ponies' faces turned bright red(even though Mac had a red coat).

Scootaloo felt her cheeks burned.

Silence hung in the air.

“What the hay is taking Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom grunted as she poured a glass of lemonade for their customer.

Sweetie Belle, who was leaning her head and hooves on their table counter, sighed happily and dreamily as she looked at their handsome customer, who too, was smiling dreamy at her.

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. “Run along now, Feathers,” she waved a hoof dismissively at the just-snapping-back-to-reality pegasus colt, “yer holdin' up the line!”

“Oh, uh, um,” he then drank the lemonade in one gulp, and gave the glass back to the half-annoyed-half-amused earth filly. “Sorry, and thanks!” He payed two bits, and waved goodbye.

Sweetie Belle waved goodbye. “Bye Featherweight~” she sang, making the colt blush even more and stumble on his own hooves, making a few customers chuckle.

“There yah are, Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom smiled at their approaching friend. “What took yah so long, anyway? An' where are the glasses?”

Scootaloo shook her head. “Can we get drunk with lemonade?”

Her two friends blinked, they looked at each other, and then looked back at their pegasus friend.

“No, why?”

“I think I need to get drunk right about now,” Scootaloo shivered involuntarily, despite the hot climate.

Apple Bloom arched an eyebrow. “Yer too young to get drunk. Ah have mah mallet, if yah want to knock yerself out.”

“So, what happened?” Sweetie Belle asked.

Scootaloo looked away with a blush. “You gals don't wanna know.” And then she thought, ‘why do I even know these things, anyway?’ She shivered again. ‘Rainbow.’

Twoty-Two

“Look at them,” Diamond Tiara whispered angrily as she and Silver Spoon sat on their very expensive blanket on the sand. Their icy glares were fixed on a certain wooden lemonade stand. “Giving drinks and earning bits!”

“That actually rhymed,” Silver Spoon noted.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

Tiara shook her head. “Anyway,” she looked back and her eyes fell on their golden shovels.

Silver Spoon looked at them as well, and the two foals had evil grins plastered on their faces.

While the Cutie Mark Crusaders busied themselves with serving their ponyfolks with lemonade, deep beneath the bowels of the...sandy beach was a dark and gloomy world. Not really. Anyway, deep below the hot sand were two fillies digging up a tunnel towards...

“Are we heading the right direction?” Diamond Tiara asked as she panted and wiped her sweaty forehead with a hoof. Her voice echoed faintly, because the sand wasn't really solid, with all the small gaps for noise to go through and all those sciency stuff that she and Silver Spoon didn't pay much attention at school.

Silver Spoon took a map from her small bag, and with the flashlight on her helmet, she examined their map of evil. It was full of calculations and evil comments and a pretty red x-mark on their target.

The gray filly shook her head. “I'm not good with math, Diamond Tiara, but I think we're heading the right direction.”

The pink filly smirked and continued her dig. “That's good enough,” she said, as the two continued digging.

“Ya drank too many lemonades again, Berry Punch!” Apple Bloom shouted teasingly as the mare in question hurried to their little outhouse.

Inside, Berry Punch did her business in peace, and sighed in relief. With her hoof, she grabbed the toilet handle and—

The ground shook, and Berry Punch blinked.

Outside, the other ponies felt the earth shook as well. Suddenly, they heard grains of sand falling. Turning, they saw the sand sinking down, until there was no more sand to support the hovering outhouse, which then was pulled harshly by gravity.

A certain mare screeched in panic, and then a crashing noise followed. The ponies above winced, as a sound of rushing water echoed from the hole.

“...ow...” Berry's voice echoed.

“Not good enough,” Diamond Tiara cringed. She and Silver Spoon went out of the tunnel, soaked in...

Silver Spoon shivered, and cried as she ran towards the blue sea. “I said I wasn't good in maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaath!!!”

Despite her horrible state, Diamond Tiara blinked in confusion, staring at her friend going farther and farther.

“What's with her? It's not like I blamed her or something.” She was then reminded of her current state through her awful stench. She cringed and ran after Silver Spoon.

Twenneh Fayv

After some time,

I've fin'lly made up my mind,

I needed a drink,

And I really want a drink that shined,

I trotted 'round the beach,

To find her—I mean—To find ‘lemonade’,

Just for two bits,

For a drink and see her smile displayed,

I found the stand empty: it was closed,

My breath stopped and my heart just froze,

I searched around the beach and there she was,

She was bullied by the two rich-class,

I stood up between them and

Glared at the two bullies and

Told them to leave and go elsewhere,

They glared right back at me and

Said some useless things and

Trotted off while I held my glare,

After they were gone,

I turned around and smiled,

She cried and she hugged me,

I hugged back 'n we stayed there for a while,

I rubbed her back and told her that it was okay,

She just sobbed, then smiled and pulled away,

She wiped her tears and thanked me for what I did,

I blushed hard and my cheek got kissed,

I just stood there frozen and

Breathing became harder and

She looked away with a cute blush,

Fin'lly I was back and

I blushed even redder and

I gathered enough courage on rush,

I thought this was it,

I'll tell her how I really felt about her,

And then I told her,

She smiled and we got soaked by saltwater,

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo

Ran away in giggles and

Sweetie Belle and I chased the two,

We played and laughed and swam and

I felt my heart flew high when

Sweetie Belle said she liked me too,

I can still hear her say~

Author's Note

Yeah, I'm bored, so have a song instead. :3
I should have picked a better song, but oh well. Blame the chapter title. >.>

Twenty Nine

A newly-made outhouse landed on the sand just beside the lemonade stand from a portal hole up above. As the cloud of sand disappeared, a little farm filly crawled out from the large hole on the sandy ground, and wiped some sweat on her forehead. She then threw the portal gun at her pegasus friend, who yelped in time just before the item hit her head and threw her back on the ground.

“A little warning next time?” Scootaloo groaned as she stood back up.

Apple Bloom just shook her head in mild annoyance before she fixed her unicorn friend a light glare.

“You gals had yer fun. Now it's my turn for a swim!” and with that, she turned and galloped towards the shorelines.

Sweetie Belle spared a few moments to watch her earth pony friend go before she returned to serving their customers. Scootaloo, after she stashed the portal gun back in the wagon, assisted her unicorn friend with lemonades.

“Thank you,” Sweetie Belle smiled as Snowflake politely returned the glass down and dropped two bits right next to it. “come again and have a nice day.”

“YYYEEEAAAHHH!!!” Snowflake replied, blinked, snorted, smiled, and left the stunned unicorn filly with a frozen mane thrown back.

“Oh my,” a familiar voice said as Sweetie Belle shook her head and Scootaloo chuckled. “We're going to fix that mane of yours when we get back home, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity replied, as she stepped in front of their stand.

“Oh, hi sis!” Sweetie Belle chirped. “Would you like some lemonade?”

“Why, of course, my little sister,” Rarity smiled, and she earned Sweetie Belle's rolling eyes. “I'm actually quite thirsty, and it just so happened that I was trotting by your lemonade stand, and here I am!”

“Whatever sis,” Sweetie Belle giggled as she handed(hoofed?) a glass to her sister.

Rarity levitated the glass to her lips, but then pulled it away with a look of disgust.

“Ugh, Sweetie Belle,” the tall unicorn whined, “you can't expect me to drink your lovely lemonade right next to a stinky, smelly...ugh...” she groaned as she pointed at the shiny-new outhouse, where a sound of freshly flushing noise erupted, and was then followed by a successful sigh from a stallion who exited the outhouse. Rarity cringed and returned the glass back. “I'm sorry Sweetie Belle, but until that disgusting dome of disgusting is at a respectable distance away from your lemonade stand, then I shall not drink your lemonade.” And she finishes with her nose raised high.

Sweetie Belle groaned, picked the portal gun, fired two shots, and the outhouse was now beside the vending machine.

“There, two bits for the lemonade plus three bits for extra labor,” Sweetie Belle said with a glare.

Rarity faked a gasp. “W-what?”

“Pay up or leave, lady,” Scootaloo said with a glare of her own.

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Fine. But in return, you'll let me fix your mane. Deal?”

“N—”

“Deal!”

“Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle gasped, not faked.

Rarity smirked.