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// Seats 
// Story: Because Ponies Are the Size of Cats and They Love to Cuddle 
// by shortskirtsandexplosions 
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	I hear her little voice humming through the door.  I know this because I'm standing right by it, fidgeting nervously... awkwardly...

For the umpteenth time, I raise my knuckles and knock on the doorframe.  "Applejack...?"

"Just a moment, sugarcube."

"I... uhm..."  I chew on my bottom lip in a worried fashion.  "I really... really think we should just send you back home for this."

"Don't be silly!  I got this down pat!"

"But, Applejack..."

"Besides, I dun wanna leave yet!  I wanna stick around with you and watch that 'heart' feller show the other wrestlers who's boss!"

"Uhm, actually he's the 'Blue Blazer' right now."  I turn and gaze briefly into the frozen hologram in the middle of the living room.  "Though, he doesn't exactly stay either for very much longer."  A shudder, and I turn back to the door.  "You sure you don't need help in there or—"

"Oh please.  I ain't no lil' filly, and it's not like humans have things built all that differently."

"I know, but... you're so tiny and... and..."  I grit my teeth.  "It's hard enough watching you try and hop up onto the sofa, much less—"

"I done told you—I got this!"

"Right... well..."  I take a deep breath and start to shuffle away across the apartment.  "If you need anything... anything whatsoever, don't be afraid to—"

"Whoah nelly!"  I hear a muffled thud, followed by a rampant splashing sound.

I blink.  "Applejack?"

More and more splashing.  It sounds like there's a fish-out-of-water inside, laced with the mare's panicked grunts.

"Applejack?!"  I start to hyperventilate, my eyes imagining a yellow hoodie deflating to a lower balcony, devoid of any pony.  My heart sends a jolt to my throat as I envision my little friend's blue article lying in a crumpled, mangled heap somewhere.  "Applejack!"  My hand flies to the doorknob.  "I'm coming in!"

"Wait!  It's okay!  It's okay!  I've got—"

Too late.  I burst in through the door and stare—breathless—across the bathroom.

Applejack's left leg and tail are stuck inside the empty toilet.  She's half-emerged, her bangs dripping with clean moisture as she stares—wide eyed—back at me.  "I... er..."  She blushes red as a beet.  "I reckon I slipped before I even got started..."

"... ... ..." I stare at her.

She blinks, glances down at her water-soaked hoodie, then looks back up at me.  Her cheeks look like they're about to explode with freckled popcorn.

"Snkkkt—"

"Heh heh heh..."

"Heeheehee!"

"Haah haah haah!"  She finally pulls the rest of her lower self out of the bowl and shakes it in the air behind her like a cat.  "Whewwwww..."  She nods her soaked mane towards the stall beside her.  "Think I could trouble you for the use of yer shower instead?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh no..."  Tittering, I march forward and lift her out of the appliance by her shoulders.  "You almost drowned once.  I'm not letting it happen a second time."

"Awwwwww poo."  Applejack says, then grimaces.  "Er... y-you know what I mean."