Air hissed accusingly at the small white filly from the ruptured raft, spitting water at her as it began to sink.

It took Blue a few moments to process exactly what had just happened, but he could feel himself sinking into the leaking vessel. He rolled over and looked Thistle in the eyes. "Why!?! I said I was sorry!"

Thistle could barely meet his glance. If revenge was sweet, why did this feel so terrible? "I-I need your help..."

"What?!?"

"When you popped Squeeks, water got inside, if I don't get her dry, she'll get mouldy inside..."

Air continued to escape from the rapidly deflating raft, water now spilled inside chilling Blue's tummy. He still couldn't quite put the pieces together. "So you pop my raft, for what?"

Thistle blinked, were all colts this dense? She sighed. "One: We're even. Two: That spell you use to dry off after swimming, to dry yourself and your stuff off could dry out squeeks..."

The hiss of air got quiet. The squishy raft barely held Blue up, He'd need to start treading water soon. "Three?" (There always had to be a third reason for anything!) The sinking vessel moved Blue's muzzle closer to Thistle...

"What? I-uh..." Was Blue that stupid? Poop for Brains was his eternal nickname from now on...

"Three?!" Blue was now standing with his forelegs underwater on the edge of his raft to keep his muzzle out of the water, his rear still floating on the half deflated vessel.

"Cooties!" Came a shout from above as Green floated over on his cloud, pointing his hoof down at the pair.

Thistle immediately swam backwards as Blue slipped off the raft and tumbled into the water! In a moment he bobbed back up coughing and spitting, soon all three were laughing hard as Green swept down to tow them ashore clinging to the limp raft.





Having a little more fun playing with water transparency, I kinda like how you can just see Thistle's body swimming down there! =^^=

So many sad little pones! Will they get happy again?