It's been nearly two weeks since last update, hasn't it? Apologies for the long wait - James and I had a little bit of trouble figuring out what goes on in this chapter, but hopefully the wait has been worth it!

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Part 2: Forging Plans

A few hours later, the bell rang, indicating that the school's day had ended. All the foals began making their ways home.

Fictionary saw Butterscotch trotting home and ran up to him.

"Hey, Butterscotch," she said, "maybe you can come to my place and meet my big brother Vincent?"

But before Butterscotch could utter a word, Boomer called out to him.

"Hey, Butterscotch!" he called, "Come over here for a second, will you?"

"Erm, just a minute, Fictionary."

And Butterscotch wheeled over to his older brother.

"I saw how those two helped you up," Boomer snorted.

"At least they offered to help," snapped Butterscotch.

"Don't you dare talk back to me like that!" snarled Boomer, grabbing his brother by the collar.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry!" Butterscotch whimpered with a stutter, "I d-didn't mean it!"

"That's more like it," Boomer grinned deviously. He then let go of Butterscotch's collar and trotted off. The younger Pegasus just stood there, still shaken from his brother's threat. Once he'd calmed down, he wheeled over to look for Fictionary.

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Butterscotch found Fictionary confronting Diamond Tiara.

"What do you think you're playing at?" the light blue unicorn filly was saying, "Don't you have any respect for the disabled?"

"What are you talking about?" Diamond Tiara asked with a pained look on her face.

"Don't play the innocent, Tiara," Fictionary scowled, "mocking 'blank flanks' – as you so rudely put them – is one thing, but pushing an innocent colt off his wheelchair? That crosses the line, and I've a good mind to tell Miss Cheerilee about this!"

"I didn't do it," Diamond Tiara protested, "not even I would go that far. Besides, I was too busy being distracted by Boomer." She sighed dreamingly as she said his name.

Ugh, thought Fictionary disgustedly, tell me she's not swooning for her so-called prince!

"I guess I'll let you off this time," she said firmly, "but if you so much as harm one hair on that poor Pegasus, it'll be the last thing you do!"

"Okay, okay, I get the picture!"

Just then, Fictionary noticed Butterscotch.

"Oh, hi, Butterscotch," she waved.

"Was that Diamond Tiara you were talking to?" asked Butterscotch.

"Yes, it was," said Fictionary, "I thought she pushed you off your wheelchair but she claims not to."

Butterscotch then explained to her about how Boomer had threatened him. Fictionary could not believe her ears! It was probably fortunate for her that Diamond Tiara had left.

"Why would your own brother threaten you like that?" Ficitonary asked in disbelief.

"He mocked me for needing help," Butterscotch said sadly.

"That's horrible!" gasped Fictionary, "If I were you, I wouldn't let that bully get away with it. You should tell Miss Cheerilee."

"I-I can't!" squeaked Butterscotch.

"Why not?" asked Fictionary, not understanding.

"I'm too scared," Butterscotch said quietly.

"Scared? What for?"

"If I tell Miss Cheerilee, Boomer will beat me up," Butterscotch explained.

"Well, you can't let Boomer bully you forever," advised Fictionary, "you've got to tell somepony before it gets worse."

"I guess you're right," said Butterscotch, "but what if Boomer beats me up?"

"He'll have me to answer to," said Fictionary.

Butterscotch felt better, but deep down inside, he was still a bit worried.

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Meanwhile, First Base was hanging out with Dinky after getting permission from his mother. With First Base and Dinky was her twin sister Tootsie Flute. She was a light opalish gray unicorn filly with a moderate purple mane and tail with pale, light grayish purple streaks, and moderate heliotrope eyes. Like Dinky, Tootsie had no cutie mark.

"So, how did your parents meet?" asked First Base.

"From what we were told," Dinky began, "daddy was a single father raising Amethyst on his own."

"One rainy day, he twisted his hoof and fell," added Tootsie, "luckily, he fell near mommy's carrot farm and she took him in."

"Before long, they fell in love and got married," finished Dinky, "some time after they married, we were born."

"Wow," said First Base, "never knew anything like that before."

"So what about you?" asked Tootsie.

"He's lived with his mom for years," explained Dinky, "he doesn't know anything about his dad and he's afraid of asking her out of fear of upsetting her."

"Oh, that's so sad," Tootsie sympathized.

"Yeah, but I don't mind it as much now," said First Base.

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Meanwhile, the Cutie Mark Crusaders were making their way to their treehouse.

"Isn't it weird?" asked Sweetie Belle, "one minute, Silver Spoon is mocking us along with Diamond Tiara, and the next, she wants us to help her get Diamond Tiara's attention."

"I know my brain is hurting just thinking about it," agreed Scootaloo.

"I'm not so sure if we should help her," added Apple Bloom.

"Yes, but she seemed really upset that her one friend just ignored her," Sweetie Belle pointed out.

"This must be about her new coltfriend Boomer, isn't it?" a voice asked from behind them.

The three turned around and saw Fictionary behind them, and right next to her was Butterscotch.

"Oh, hi, Fictionary," said Scootaloo. The Cutie Mark Crusaders were kind of surprised to see Butterscotch next to the light blue filly.

"What's Butterscotch doing here?" asked Sweetie Belle, a bit surprised, "I thought he wanted to be by himself."

"I kind of changed my mind," said Butterscotch quietly.

"That's good to hear," said Apple Bloom.

"He'd been threatened by Boomer," explained Fictionary.

"You mean his own brother?" gasped Scootaloo. Butterscotch frowned and nodded.

"He has no right bullying his own brother," said Sweetie Belle crossly.

"We ought to tell Miss Cheerilee," added Apple Bloom.

"No way!" said Butterscotch, "If we tell her, not only would he beat me up, he could harm you as well. You don't wanna see him when he's angry."

"But you can't let it get worse," said Fictionary.

"She's got a point," added Apple Bloom, "when mah cousin Babs Seed came and started bullying us, we didn't tell anypony and the situation got worse."

"Really?" Butterscotch asked in surprise, "How did you finally deal with her?"

"We planned to get even with her by humiliating her at the parade," said Sweetie Belle, "but then we found out that she was just trying to keep herself from getting bullied."

"She then apologized after we saved her," finished Apple Bloom.

"Granted, but I don't think Boomer is going to apologize like Babs did," said Fictionary, "and then again, nor would Diamond Tiara. I mean, really, what is her problem?"

"She's just a rich snob," said Scootaloo, "they tend to act that way."

"Fair play, Scootaloo," said Sweetie Belle, "but some rich ponies are actually well-mannered from what Rarity says; look at Fancy Pants and Fleur Dis Lee."

"Well, anyway, you were talking about helping Silver Spoon in splitting up Diamond Tiara and Boomer, right?" asked Fictionary.

"Uh-huh," said Apple Bloom. The other two Crusaders nodded.

"Well, I wish to help," said Fictionary, "how about you, Butterscotch?"

"I… I don't know," said Butterscotch.

"It'd serve him right for being a right bully to you," added Scootaloo.

"Well… then again, it would be nice to teach him a lesson," Butterscotch admitted.

"Now that's the spirit we're lookin' for!" said Apple Bloom.

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The five foals trotted off and soon found Silver Spoon. They could see that Diamond Tiara was still not with her.

"Alright," said Apple Bloom, "we're gonna help ya'll break up Diamond Tiara and Boomer."

"Just beware that after this, we go back to being enemies to a certain degree," Fictionary pointed out.

"Hmph, whatever," said Silver Spoon. Then she noticed Butterscotch. "What's he doing here?"

"To teach my brother a lesson," was all he said.

"Now, how are we going to split them up?"

"Why don't we write letters to them saying insulting things about them and make them think it was from one another?" suggested Scootaloo.

"Maybe we should think up another plan just in case your idea fails, Scoots," said Fictionary, "what if we sabotage them on a date?"

"Foals have dates at a young age?" remarked Butterscotch.

"Not exactly," said Sweetie Belle, "they mostly just hang out and have fun."

"Oh, I see," said Butterscotch.

"How about we give Diamond Tiara hot sauce instead of lemonade and tell her it's from Boomer?" suggested Apple Bloom.

"This wouldn't be the first time that happened," said Scootaloo.

"How d'you know?" asked Fictionary.

"Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon did that to us one April Fool's Day," Scootaloo explained.

"Did you?" Fictionary remarked, giving Silver Spoon a glare.

"We thought it would be funny," the light gray filly said with a nervous laugh.

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Meanwhile, First Base had accompanied Dinky Doo and Tootsie Flute to their home.

"I've had a nice day with you two," he told the twin fillies.

"We're glad to hear," said Dinky, and before First Base could say anything, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. The orange colt blushed red as a beetroot.

Realizing what she'd done, Dinky blushed red as well as raced inside.

"What was that all about?" asked Tootsie.

"I'm just as surprised as you," said First Base.

The orange colt looked in the direction Dinky had raced off. He felt rather confused; why did she kiss him?

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Inside the house, Dinky was in her room, covering her face with a pillow in embarrassment.

"I kissed a colt, I kissed a colt, I kissed a colt," she kept muttering under her breath.

Just then, she heard a knock at her door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Dinky," said a female voice, "are you alright?"

"I'm fine, mommy," the light purple-grayish filly replied.

"Can I come in?"

"If you want," Dinky muttered.

The door opened revealing a pale, light grayish olive Earth pony mare with a brilliant gamboge mane and tail (at some point, it was moderate spring bud before she dyed it gamboge), and moderate pistachio eyes. Her cutie mark was three carrots; this was Dinky's mother, Golden Harvest.

"Are you sure you're alright, sweetie?" she asked her daughter.

"Not really," said Dinky.

"Well, what's the matter?" her mother asked.

"Well," Dinky began nervously, "I met a colt at school named First Base. He was really friendly, and when we came to the front door… I… kissed him."

"It's perfectly normal for foals to develop crushes at a young age," said Golden Harvest.

"It is?"

"Of course it is," said Golden Harvest.

"Thanks, mommy," said Dinky, "I think I feel a little better."

The light purple-grayish filly wrapped her hooves around her mother and gave her a hug.

"But what am I going to do? Should I tell First Base how I feel?"

"You do whatever you feel is right, sweetie," said Golden Harvest.

Dinky gave a small smile. "Thanks, mommy."

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A couple of days later, Dinky was in the park when she saw Fictionary and the Cutie Mark Crusaders. She decided to tell them what had happened.

"Hey girls," she said, going over to the group.

"Oh, hi, Dinky," said Apple Bloom.

"Is something bothering you?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"Actually, there sort of is," Dinky admitted, and she explained what had happened with her and First Base.

"So you gave him a kiss on the cheek?" remarked Fictionary. Scootaloo looked as though she wanted to throw up.

"Yes," said Dinky, "and now I'm worried about what he's going to be thinking of me."

"Why don't you write him a letter?" suggested Apple Bloom.

"And if I write the wrong things by mistake?" asked Dinky.

"Just make it so that he doesn't know it was you," said Sweetie Belle, "it'll be like a secret admirer."

"Anything you'd like to suggest, Scoots?" asked Fictionary.

"Don't look at me," the orange Pegasus filly scoffed, "I don't know anything on that mushy stuff."

"I think I might try that letter idea," said Dinky, "it's worth a try."

"Or, if that doesn't work," suggested Apple Bloom, "we could help you and First Base get together!"

"Not that mushy matchmaking stuff again," Scootaloo groaned.

"Why, whatever happened?" asked Fictionary.

"Oh, we didn't tell you about what happened last winter, have we?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"No, I don't think you have," said Fictionary, "but what did actually happen?"

"Well," began Apple Bloom, "we wanted Miss Cheerilee and Big Macintosh to be one another's special somepony so we made a love potion so they'd fall in love."

"But it turned out to be a love poison instead," continued Sweetie Belle, "and we felt we may have caused ponies to starve and become unintelligent, so we tried keeping them separate for at least one whole hour."

Fictionary stifled a laugh. "That must have been funny," she said, giggling slightly.

"Not from where we stood, it wasn't," Scootaloo deadpanned.

"No, but seriously," said Fictionary, "getting your teacher to fall in love with your older sibling? I mean, come on!"

"I remember that all to well," said Dinky, "the day after the incident, Miss Cheerilee's behavior made me feel a bit confused."

"Don't worry, Dinky," said Apple Bloom, "we'll help ya. Right, gals?"

"As long as we don't use that love poison, I'm all for it," said Sweetie Belle.

"I guess I'm in too," muttered Scootaloo.

"Me three," said Fictionary. Secretly, she was a little worried that somepony would get hurt, especially since she and the Cutie Mark Crusaders were also helping Silver Spoon in breaking up Diamond Tiara and Boomer. Nothing could surely go wrong, right? Right.

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Uh-oh... Fictionary and the Cutie Mark Crusaders are now involved in two conflicts - splitting up Diamond Tiara and Boomer and getting Dinky and First Base to fall in love. This can't end well, can it? Next part should determine the answer.