Apple Bloom blinked in confusion as a full picnic service appeared between herself and Scootaloo. A pitcher full of ice-cold lemonade wobbled precariously on her physics textbook, a plate of sandwiches bounced off her saddlebags and fell into the long grass, and an entire bowl of salad sat upside-down on Scootaloo’s head, showering her withers with leafy greens and diced tomatoes. She glanced around behind her, and sure enough, the telltale glint of a telescope lense flared out from Sweetie’s bedroom window across the lake from where they sat. With an ominous whistling sound, a shadow grew in size above her head. Apple Bloom looked up in alarm just in time to catch a faceful of tapioca.
She pulled the bowl from her mane with a wet little splort and sighed through the layers of dessert. “Now this is just getting ridiculous.”
Scootaloo brushed a reluctant cucumber off her neck and sighed in agreement. “I mean, it’s not like we don’t know she’s watching us,” she groused, puffing her windswept purple bangs out of her eyes. “She stopped being subtle weeks ago.”
Apple Bloom wiped the worst of her face onto the grass and clover beside her, sneezing lightly after a faceful of pollen. “I mean, when have we ever shown any legitimate signs of attraction toward each other anyhow?”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “I swear she gets it from Rarity, though. Remember the week when Applejack and Twilight were arguing? And she made them matching outfits? The two of them will see anything and call it unrequited passion.”
Apple Bloom glanced back at Sweetie’s parent’s house and sighed as the lense flared in the afternoon sun yet again. “...And she hasn’t figured out why she’s always getting grounded, yet, either.”
The two of them chuckled comfortably. Then Scootaloo’s smile, the one that always meant she had an amazing plan, showed up on her face like a drunken brawler.
“Alright, what’s going on in that dang fool head o’ yours?” Apple Bloom asked, raising an eyebrow.
Scootaloo’s smirk shifted to an outright leer. “She still watching us?” she asked, scooting closer.
“Well, we’re still here, so I’ll go with yes,” Apple Bloom deadpanned.
“So let’s give her a show, ‘Bloom. Whaddaya say?” Apple Bloom tensed, froze, and stared into Scootaloo’s mischievous purple eyes, her daredevil’s grin.
“Aww, What the hay?” She puckered up and mashed her face into Scootaloo’s, relishing the tingles it sent down her spine, the lovely way Scootaloo’s lips worked against hers, the adorable little whines and whinnies that escaped Scootaloo’s mouth in little gasps and pants. Maybe there was something to Sweetie’s claims, after all.
Tactical picnic launcher? That's like Twilight's spellery crossed with Pinkie's Pinkie-ness. I'll take it.
2739317 Yeah, I just kinda figured that Cadence, as a Princess of love, would be fairly receptive to emotions to start with, so that was kinda why I went this route. Also, because now that I'm comfortable with Twilicorn, I need a princess to be mean to. So yeah, Cadence-Wendigo... true story.
You know Sweetie has kissu-kissu dolls for the entirety of Ponyville. Because reasons. She's a worse shipper than even her sister, going as far as to put Mayor Mare and Twilight Sparkle and Applejack on their own shelf in her Closet Shrine of Luurrve. Because other reasons. And there is no greater hat than the tapioca bowl. Because more reasons.
Anyhows, glad you liked it! (them, whatever)
2740235 Halfway point between Twilight and Pinkie is pretty much my baseline behavior scale for Sweetie Belle, actually. I just then give her less common sense than Spike and the tact of a pregnant rhino. Which is fun.
2787367 Glad you enjoyed it... I'm a fan of absurd situations, and I'm happy to spread the joy of a good ol' WTF...
2910144 I have so many half-baked ideas floating around that these kinds of mysterious-unexplained-event fics happen. I'm not sure what "event zero" actually is here, but it involved Apple Bloom, the Everfree Forest, and a huge explosion of harmful magic. It was one of those nights.
2910165 I also firmly believe that stories about ponies are stories about people. The people just have hooves and muzzles and the cutest ears, etc. Pinkie's used as a gag character so often that I felt I needed to show another side of her. She's goofy, sure, and she's always up to something, but I guess I've always seen something more to her than just that. She puts other people's (ponies', whatever) happiness before her own without a thought, and I guess I've always admired that about her. SO I tried my best to show that here, and I hope I did a good job.
Thanks for commenting, and I'm glad you're enjoying the stories.