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// Twenty Nine 
// Story: Cutie Mark Crusaders: Lemonade Sellers! Yay! 
// by destinedjagold 
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	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.