Cuteness Overload

by Jabbie

First published 19th of December, 2013

A collection of cuteness overload inducing short stories.

A collection of cuteness overload inducing short stories.

Feel free to participate and have your story added Here!

By IJAB

Snowballs

“Okay, you guys, we're being watched. That means one thing. We do whatever we can to take them down!” An orange filly took a stick and started drawing in the thick, sparkling snow. “Sweetie Belle will distract them while Apple Bloom and I will sneak around them and take them down from behind. They'll never see it coming!”

“Scootaloo, I think you're takin' this a bit too far,” Apple Bloom muttered with a grimace.

“Aww, can't I just have a little fun?” Scootaloo asked, switching from a somber face to a disappointed one. She sat on her flank and crossed her hooves. “Well, we still gotta take down Diamond and Silver Spoon. If they beat us at Snowball Fights, then we'll have nothing.”

“But why am I the distraction?” Sweetie Belle squealed, hiding behind Apple Bloom.

“You're too innocent to fight. I don't want to risk it.” Scootaloo's voice turned serious again, a little too serious for a snowball fight. Bloom and Sweetie Belle looked at one another in concern.

“Scootaloo, you're acting weird...” Sweetie said. Scootaloo ignored her entirely and glanced over at the other fort, where the two other fillies remained out of sight. Now would be the perfect chance.

“Alright, girls. Ready? CHAAAAARGE!”

Sweetie remained still, and when Scootaloo tried to move her, she remained absolutely frozen on the spot, eyes small and full of horror. Scootaloo gave a blank look at Apple Bloom, who facehooved.

“One, two, three!” They grunted as they tossed the immobile while filly into the battlefield of wide, wintry space.

“Get her!” Diamond cried out, and multiple snowballs were fired into the air, plummeting towards Sweetie Belle.

“Ooh, you owe me, Scootaloo,” she said, lip quivering, as she prepared for the impact.

As the enemies named Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon attacked poor Sweetie until she was covered head to hoof in snow, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo walked around the battlefield, right behind the enemies. They gathered multiple snowballs until they had enough ammo to take them down.

“Wait, do you hear something?” asked Silver Spoon.

When they turned around, snowballs hit them over and over, the surprise attack too much to them to react. They fell onto the snowy blanket in seconds.

“VICTORY!” Scootaloo jumped over to the enemy fort, pumping a hoof in the air. “This area is now claimed by the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and nothing—I repeat—nothing, will-”

“Oh, girls! Could you come in now? I have hot chocolate ready!” Rarity sang from inside the house.

“Hot chocolate?”The Cutie Mark Crusaders looked at one another, Sweetie Belle popping out of the pile of snowballs. They nodded in agreement. “Land's all yours. Have fun!” Scootaloo tossed her paper flag at Diamond Tiara and jumped the top of the fort, joining the other two inside for some hot chocolate, a treat for a glorious victory.

Fortune Cookies

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon sat on Diamond's large and luxurious bed, slurping up their delicious noodles.

"Mmm," Diamond hummed as she finished the last one. "I love when daddy brings this stuff home."

"Me too." Silver Spoon nodded, then lifted a single fortune cookie and tilted her head. "Just one..."

Diamond snatched it away and pulled the plastic wrapper apart with a devilish grin, then slowed down at the sight of Silver's drooping ears. She held onto one side of the cookie and nodded towards it.

Silver Spoon smiled and gripped the other half, then they each pulled it apart together. A thin slip of paper fell onto the bed, and Diamond lifted it up to read it.

"You will have to face a challenge soon. Rely on loved ones to help you through," Diamond read aloud, then turned it over. "Speak Chineighs: 朋友 — Péngyǒu. Friend."

"You're my best pengyou," Silver Spoon said with a chuckle.

Diamond Tiara scratched her head and sat the fortune down. "It says we'll face a challenge... What does that mean?"

Silver Spoon shrugged with a mouthful of cookie and read over the message for herself. After swallowing her treat, she said, "Well it also says we can rely on loved ones to help us through. I'll help you through any challenge."

"This is serious. Anything could happen. How accurate are these things?" Diamond shuddered and crumpled the message up. "I remember Daddy saying that he read one of these things the day before he signed contracts to expand his business to other towns. It said something like, you will soon find a great fortune. it happened, like, the same day!"

Silver Spoon glanced over her shoulder and fixed her glasses. "You mean we'll face a challenge today?!"

"I think so! We need to hurry and decipher this message before something bad happens," Diamond explained as she hopped off her bed and straightened her tiara.

"Figuring out this message is turning out to be a challenge in itself..." Silver added.

Diamond Tiara nodded in agreement, then each filly made sharp eye contact. They giggled and Diamond climbed back onto the bed to uncrumple the note.

"You don't think..."

"This is the challenge?"

They simultaneously nodded before Diamond tossed the message into a small garbage pail. "Challenge averted. Couldn't have done it without you."

Silver Spoon blushed and bumped her hoof to Diamond's. "This is why we're best pengyous forever."

Leftovers

Apple Bloom was glad that her family had come over for the reunion and she got to spend time with her favorite cousin. Unfortunately the food was in abundance and there was plenty of left overs to be divided amongst the Apple family. Knowing full well she couldn't eat all the delicious and excessive apple pastries, she formed an idea of how to ensure the food doesn't go to waste.

Apple Bloom, with the help of Applejack, had filled her pack with food and head off to meet up with Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle was out of town with Rarity for some 'sisterly bonding' nonsense, which left Apple Bloom one pony less to feed all her food. She searched around town with the heavy pack looking for the daredevil filly with no luck.

"Where is that darn Scootaloo?" she asked no pony in particular.

She kept searching for the daring filly but to no avail. She almost gave up until she heard the familiar sound of rolling wheels and the annoyed ponies that were almost run over by them.

"Look out!" Scootaloo screamed as she was lost control of her scooter.

Apple Bloom frantically ran out of the way in time to see Scootaloo fall off her scooter. "Scootaloo!" she yelled worriedly.

Scootaloo groaned in embarrassment and feigned injury. "Ow... it hurts."

Apple Bloom's concern grew. "Where does it hurt? Need me to get a doctor?"

Scootaloo sighed and looked away. "No... I will be fine. Anyways what were you doing in my way?!"

Apple Bloom flinched at the sudden shift in tone and retaliated. "I was lookin' for you, Feather Head."

Scootaloo huffed. "Well you found me, so what's so important that you had to cause me to crash?"

Apple Bloom felt insulted and stomped her hoof on the ground. "Nothin' I guess. I'm jus' gonna go before I say something I regret."

Scootaloo noticed the pack on her back and calmed down. "Whats in the pack?"

"What I wanted to share with ya before ya acted like a feather head."

Scootaloo looked down. "I'm sorry... I just don't like crashing, it makes me look uncool."

Apple Bloom decided to let it go and just open the bag up. "I wanted to share some treats with ya and hang out."

Scootaloo looked away sadly. "Do you still want to?"

Apple Bloom put on a small smile. "Yes I do, Scootaloo, I wouldn't share this with anypony else."

Costumes

Babs Seed slipped her legs into a pair of furry boots with faux wolf claws at the ends. She pulled a hood with scruffy ears over her head and gave Scootaloo a nod as she pulled a matching hood over her own head.

"You ready to scare the tails off some cry babies?" Babs asked as she fell into a fierce and low stance.

Scootaloo bared her teeth and snarled. "You bet! Let's get out there!"

The ferocious looking duo prowled into the night and hunted their prey. They spotted Fluttershy carrying a kitten and Scootaloo shook her head while waving a claw over her neck. They carried on through the bushes.

Rainbow Dash was snoring loudly on a tree branch. Babs grinned and reared up, but Scootaloo stepped in front of her and shushed her.

"Not her." She whispered.

Babs rolled her eyes and shoved past Scootaloo. "Who ain't off limits then, huh?" She asked quietly.

Scootaloo raised her eyebrows and pointed over Babs's shoulder. "Them."

Snips and Snails were walking next to each other in the opposite direction if the schoolhouse.

Scootaloo skulked through the bushes with Babs at her heels. They waited patiently as their targets approached. Scootaloo rubbed her front boots together and bit her tongue with a mischievous grin. Babs joined her.

They stepped closer. Closer... Even closer...

"Rawr!" Scootaloo jumped out and roared as fiercely as she could!

Snips and Snails turned tail to flee, but Babs stood in their path with fake fangs bared and a deep growl.

The two unsuspecting targets turned again to run at the same time and crashed into each other, then fell onto their butts while the two pranksters ran off.

"They was so awesome!" Scootaloo bumped her booted hoof to Babs's.

"Totally awesome! Now let's go say sorry an' tell 'em it was just a joke." Babs stood up and headed out.

"Yeah okay..." Scootaloo reluctantly joined her and headed up to them.

"Gotcha!" They shouted in unison.

Snips and Snails looked at each other and scratched their heads before they began to giggle.

The two fillies-in-wolves'-clothing darted off to find their next victims, bonding through pranks.

The End.

Boom!

"What are you looking at me like that for? And what's with that button?" Sweetie Belle asked Scootaloo. Scootaloo was looking back and forth between a big red button on the wall and Sweetie Belle with a big, creepy smirk on her face.

"What button?" asked Scootaloo as she stared directly at the button in question.

"The one you're looking at, Scootaloo!"

Scootaloo turned her attention back to Sweetie Belle. "I'm not looking at a button; I'm looking at you."

"Yeah, now you're looking at me! And that's equally as confusing and unnerving! What's with your creepy smile?"

"You've offended me on many levels in the past thirty seconds, Sweetie Belle."

"What are you talking about!? I just want to know what's going on with you and that button!"

"Leave the button out of this!"

"Oh, so you do know about the button, huh!?"

"Nope..." Scootaloo slowly started inching her way to the button.

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

"Nothing."

"Are you sure? Because it looks to me like you're heading for the button."

"I think you're crazy. Have you been taking Granny Smith's medicine again?"

"No! Wait; I'm not even Apple Bloom!"

"Are you sure? Open your mind."

"What does that even mean!?"

"Why don't you tell me, Apple Bloom!?" Scootaloo pressed the button.

"And then BOOM! Ponyville explodes, and it's up to Rainbow Dash to save the day!" said Scootaloo.

"I wasn't even having any fun!" complained Sweetie Belle.

"That was seriously the stupidest thing we've ever pretended, girls," said Apple Bloom.

The End

Author's Notes:

Author's Note: Apple Bloom was the button.

Puddles

A puddle, holder of many things, is wet and be unclean. With water and dirt at its might, it can cause so much strife.

"What do you think its mumbling, Sweetie Belle?" Apple Bloom asked.

A small filly unicorn shook her head.

"I have no clue."

Puddle is cool, Puddle is nice. Puddle loves shrimp fried rice.

"It's like as if it can only rhyme," Scootaloo, an orange pegasus said, "What's rice?"

"Shrimp?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"This puddle is weird." Apple Bloom said.

The wet puddle then drooled along into the Carousal Boutique.

"More than weird," Scootaloo added.

"I think Rarity is doing something." Sweetie Belle said.

"AIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

"Yep." Sweetie Belle said, nodding her head.

Milkshakes

"Are you ready girls?" Scootaloo asked downing on her skin tight ninja suit.

"You bet'cha! Ah was born ready for this!" Apple Bloom said in an excited whisper.

"Well I think that this might not be the best idea," Sweetie said hesitantly as she tightened her night vision goggles.

"Are you kidding me, this is the perfect chance to pull the ultimate prank. Nopony will see it coming," Scootaloo said excitedly, "That and we already got all the ingredients here and I don't want to drag them back after all that work."

"Alright, but if we get in trouble this was your idea," Sweetie mumbled.

So it was with the stealth born from a thousand sleepovers, and experiments the crusaders assembled their contraption and attached it to the open window of the Golden Oaks Library. Screwing in a large vat of Liquid Nitrogen, to a Milk tank, and a variety of syrups.

"Ok girls, our sisters and their friends are having their yearly sleepover. This is the perfect time to prank Dashie, and Pinkie Pie at the same time. It's go time, now flip the switch." Scootaloo said after everything was set up.

With a fwoomp, and a purr the contraption shot a several hundred gallons Milk Shake into the Library. Shouts and screams echoed throughout the building before Dash came rushing out. Before blasting off with her friend in tow Scootaloo yelled, "That'll teach you from pranking the Cutie Mark Crusaders!"

Dreams Come True

"Do you really think I can do this?" Sweetie Belle asked nervously. "What if I'm not any good? What if I get booed off the stage? I'll be the biggest laughingstock in all of Equestria!" The little unicorn filly let out a frustrated whine and began pacing back and forth nervously. "Do you think it's too late to back out?"

Scootaloo let out a sigh, and stepped in front of her friend to cease the pacing, looking at her straight in the eye. "You can do this." she said sternly. "After all, not just anypony can make it onto Equestrian Idol!"

"But -"

"No buts 'bout it," Apple Bloom piped up. "Yer talented, Sweetie."

"I don't even know if singing is my true talent!" Sweetie Belle argued. "Just because I've made it this far doesn't mean anything. Besides, if it was, wouldn't I haven't gotten my cutie mark by now?"

True to her words, she still had a bare, blank white flank, as she had always had since before she could remember.

"Even if it isn't, you're still famous!" Scootaloo encouraged, with a smile. "Maybe that'll lead you to doing something else, like-"

"Sweetie Belle?" a voice called.

The three fillies turned around, and saw a stage employee with a clipboard, staring at them, with an affirmative nod.

"Th-that's me," the unicorn in question said softly, stepping forward.

"You're on," the attendant replied, as they walked off.

That was it. No good luck, or any of that.

"We believe in ya," Apple Bloom assured.

"Yeah, we'll always be your biggest fans!" Scootaloo added. "So go on, get out there and show 'em what you're made of!"

With a slow nod, and a slightly hopeful smile, Sweetie Belle shuffled out on stage, suddenly baffled by what she was up against. The crowd itself was massive, everypony staring at her, awaiting the next performance, and wondering if this would be Equestria's next big pop star.

...those certainly were big horseshoes to fill.

And the three ponies who were the judges didn't make Sweetie Belle feel any better.

First, on the far right, there was Vinyl Scratch aka DJ Pon-3 - Equestria's newest star, a popular songwriter and disk jockey. Then, in the middle, there was Octavia Philharmonica - a longtime cello player for the Royal Orchestra. And finally, on the far left, there was none other than Sapphire Shores herself - Equestria's most famous singer, no doubt about it, what with over thirty years of chart-topping hits.

She also just so happened to be Sweetie Belle's one and only inspiration.

"Hey kid," Vinyl spoke up. "What do you got for us?"

"Um, hi," Sweetie Belle murmured. "I - I'll be singing one of my favorite songs, and-" Her voice slightly squeaked, and she suddenly stood still. She couldn't be nervous. Not now. This was it. This was her moment. "I hope you all like it."

Behind her, on the big screen, a timer appeared. She was given sixty seconds to wow this crowd, or else.

And so, the timer began ticking just as she started to lightly harmonize - her beautiful, melodic, perfectly on-key voice ringing throughout the stadium, and then the catchy music began picking up with it. Sort of resembling a soft pop ballad, it was definitely an old song that everypony knew from days back.

The lyrics rolled out of Sweetie's mouth with ease, and even if she felt as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, she seemed to shine with confidence, because everypony in the crowd was smiling at her, humming along and even mouthing the words along.

Much to her surprise, Sweetie Belle was shocked that the judges were also enjoying the song, swaying to the beat, and just before the buzzer went off, the young unicorn let out the final lyric of the chorus - proud and loud.

"Don't give up on your faith, love comes to those who believe it, and that's the way it is!"

Sixty seconds were up.

Everypony in the crowd looked satisfied, some were even clapping their hooves or cheering, which caused Sweetie Belle to give the sort of smile that was truly priceless.

"Well," Octavia spoke up, immediately silencing the crowd. "I, for one, enjoyed your performance very much. It was quite powerful. Might I ask how old you are?"

"I'll be twelve soon, miss," Sweetie Belle said sheepishly.

"Such a bold voice for somepony so young," the classical musician praised. "Wonderful job."

"Y'know, for once, Tavi, I gotta agree with you," Vinyl chimed, lowering her sunglasses as she looked to Sweetie Belle thoughtfully. "How long you been singing?"

The little unicorn filly gave a halfhearted shrug, and her smile turned bashful. "For as long as I can remember," she said simply. "I just like doing it whenever I'm happy. It makes me feel... good."

A moment of silence passed, and suddenly, everypony had their eyes plastered on Sapphire Shores, who was in disbelief, just staring up at the stage with a stunned expression. In all of her lengthy career, nopony had ever seen the normally loud, show-off pop star so quiet.

...and suddenly, she stood up from her seat and let out a loud cheer, shooting her hoof in the air. "Now that's talent!" she practically sang. "You remind me of myself when I was a filly, y'know that? Proud, loud, and not afraid! I like that in a performer - you're goin' places." She let out a chuckle, and shook her head in disbelief. "Congrats, by the way."

Sweetie Belle took a step back, and nearly squealed, as she managed to compose herself, giving a light bow and brief thanks, only before bounding offstage, approaching her friends, who greeted her with a massive hug.

"We knew ya could do it!" Apple Bloom declared.

"And look!" Scootaloo exclaimed. "You got your cutie mark!"

Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, Sweetie's jaw nearly fell to the floor as she looked back, and saw on her flank, a microphone wrapped around a heart. Instantly, she knew what it meant - she sang from the heart, true and confident, like Sapphire Shores had said.

Dreams really do come true, Sweetie Belle thought, with a smile that could never be copied.

Help

“Uhhhhhh…Rarity? ...Rarity? Rarity. Rarity! Rarrrrrrrrrityyy!”

“...Hmm? ” said Rarity, glancing up from whatever project she was working on. “What is it, Sweetie Belle?” she asked, focusing her attention over her glasses and on her sister.

“What do you know about… colts?” she asked hesitantly.

Rarity froze. She slowly took off her glasses and folded them neatly. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she reorganized her thoughts and answered. “Many things. Why do you ask?” she said, already knowing the answer. Opening her eyes, she saw Sweetie blushing heavily and awkwardly kicking the ground with her forehoof.

“Well…”

“Well what, darling?”

“Because,” said Sweetie, blushing even harder.

“Because why?” asked Rarity, smiling encouragingly.

“Because-this-one-cute-colt-in-class-that-I-like-invited-me-to-go-with-him-on-a-date-except-I-don’t-know-if-it’s-a-date-and-I-need-your–” she paused to pant for a few minutes. Inhaling deeply, she continued “–help-or-advice-because-I-don’t-know-what-to-do-on-a-date-or-even-if-going-to-the-park-to-get-ice-cream-with-him-is-a-date!” she shouted.

Rarity was silent for a few moments, digesting the information. “That is quite the dilemma,” she said, finally regaining her powers of speech.

“And that’s why I need your help,” said Sweetie. “You know everything about romance.”

“Thank you for the vote of confidence, dear. Now I have a question for you,” said Rarity, leaning over the table slightly. “Do you want it to be a date?”

Sweetie paused her incessant hoof twirling. “Well…”

“What was that?” asked Rarity. “Speak up, darling.”

She nodded once, her pink and purple curls bouncing violently.

“Then there is no time to lose!” cried Rarity valiantly. “When did you say you were supposed to meet him?”

Sweetie glanced at the clock on the wall. “Ten minutes,” she stated.

“Quickly! To the makeover room!” yelled Rarity, picking up Sweetie in her magic and sprinting for said room. Gently setting her on the floor, Rarity levitated four brushes in the air and set them to work straightening her mane and tail. “A little bit of style, but not too much,” she mumbled. She pulled her sister’s mane back into a ponytail and tied a green ribbon that matched the color of her eyes around it. “A touch of beauty, but also useful for keeping your mane out of your eyes while you play,” she murmured. “And finally…” Rarity slid a tight fitting necklace around Sweetie neck and latched it closed. The necklace was a simple silver chain that was braided elegantly into a thin weave. “...The pièce de résistance.”

“You shouldn’t give me jewelry in case we decide to play at the park after we finish eating, Rarity. I don’t want to damage your pretty necklace,” said Sweetie Belle, idly flicking the silver chain.

“Nonsense, dear. It is only costume jewelry, I don’t mind if it gets ruined.” Rarity took a step back to admire her work. “Magnifique!” she squealed. “Just enough to catch his eye, but not too much that he suspects anything.”

Sweetie Belle looked in the full body mirror and squee’d in delight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, so much, Rarity!” she yelled, throwing her forelegs around her sister.

“Anything for my Sweetie,” replied Rarity, returning the hug. “Now go dazzle that colt into a second date!”

Sweetie looked up at the clock and gasped, “I gotta go!” She let go of Rarity and ran out the door as fast as her little legs could carry her.

“Have fun!” Rarity shouted at the rapidly disappearing white blur. “My little sister’s growing up…” she sighed, wiping a small tear from her eye.

Fluffy

Fluffy
By ~ General Spritz

It was a warm, sunny afternoon at Sweet Apple acres. A few stray clouds were floating lazily in the sky, mere remnants of the thunderstorm that had watered the numerous acres of the farm scant days ago. A slight breeze blew was in the air, just enough to help cool down one sweaty little filly who was walking a remote path into the orchard.

The filly in question, Applebloom by name and a simple red bow tied ever so neatly in her just as red mane, walked along a familiar path, humming a simple wordless tuneless contentment. As she crested the next hill, she saw her destination; the Cutie Mark Clubhouse. She quickly trotted over and ascended the wooden ramp leading inside, taking a quick moment to adjust her bow before entering.

"Sorry I'm late, ya'll. Applejack had me doin' some extra chores, so I...uhh..."

Applebloom paused in her explanations, noting the lack of anypony else in the room.

"Huh. Guess I'm earlier than I thought. Oh well, I might as well keep a lookout for 'em."

With that, she pulled the cord that opened into the second floor of the clubhouse. (Or the Observation Tower of Awesome, as Scootaloo called it.) Just as the trap door opened, a huge white ball of fluff fell out. Applebloom let out a quick yelp before finding herself quickly smothered by the strange puffball. She took a moment to gather her bearings before pushing the ball off of her with a grunt. The ball rolled over to the window before it impacted with a solid thunk.

"Owww..." The puffball groaned.

"What in tarnation?" Applebloom wondered. She had never really heard of a talking fluff ball before, despite the evidence that had so rudely fallen upon her head blatantly showing itself to the contrary. Before she could follow that train of thought into why said ball was in the clubhouse attic, the ball spoke again.

"Applebloom? Is that you?"

"What the- Sweetie Belle?" Applebloom asked.

"Yeah, it's me..." Sweetie replied dejectedly.

"What happened to you? You're so.... Floofy." Applebloom remarked.

"I don't know! Me and Scootaloo where in the attic trying to be Cutie Mark Cloud Watchers, when all of a sudden I felt really itchy, I sneezed, and the next thing I knew, I was like this."

"Well, how long have you been like this?"

"How am I supposed to know?! It's really hard to look at a clock when you grow so much fur that you can't even move!"

"Alright alright, sorry!" Applebloom replied as she put her hooves up defensively.

Silence permitted the clubhouse as the puffball and the filly sat still. After a few moments, Sweetie let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry Applebloom. I didn't mean to yell at you like that. It's just, I don't think I've been like this all that long, and it really stinks."

"That's ok, Sweetie Belle. I'm sorry I accidentally bonked your head on the window."

"That's ok."

They both took a pause.

"Applebloom?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you roll me away from the window? I'm starting to get hot."

"Oh, uh, sure."

Apple quickly trotted over and pushed Sweetie into the center of the club house. After taking a moment to sit Sweetie Belle up as straight as she could, Applebloom stood back and looked her over. She put a hoof to her chin as she furrowed her brow in thought, a ghost of an thought entering her mind.

"What am I gonna do now?" Sweetie lamented. "Rarity is gonna faint into a coma when she sees me!"

"Maybe...." Applebloom murmured.

"Applebloom?"

"Sweetie Belle, do you remember when we all went to Zecoras and I had to leave early because Applejack needed me on the farm?"

"Yeah...?"

"Did you and Scootaloo see or touch anything weird on your way home?"

Sweetie's fluff shifted slightly as she thought back to the previous day.

"Well, on our way home I tripped over a tree root and landed into a patch of flowers at the bottom of a hill. After Scootaloo made sure I was ok, she picked a bunch to give to Miss Cherilee. But before we got out of the forest, we had to hide from some timberwolves and she lost them."

"Were they blue flowers?"

"Yeah."

"Did they have big broad leaves and small dangly thingies on top and did they make a squishing sound when you touched them?"

"Umm, yeah, I think so. Why?"

Applebloom let out a huge grin. "Well Sweetie Belle, I have good news and bad news."

"Ok...." Sweetie said nervously.

"The bad news is that you managed to get yerself under the effects of some Poison Joke."

"What's Poison Joke?" Sweetie Belles asked.

"It's that blue plant you saw. If you touch it, it'll mess with ya in all sorts of weird an' funny ways."

"Not funny at all to me..." Sweetie grumbled.

"The good news is that the cure is really easy to make. We get you and Scootaloo down to the spa and you'll both be right as rain as no time!"

"Well, what are we waiting for! Let's go get me de-fluffed already!"

"Alrighty!" Applebloom exclaimed. Quickly trotting behind Sweetie Belle, she put her head down and started pushing her towards the door. Unfortunately, the journey was short lived as Sweetie Belle suddenly stopped against the doorframe.

"Aw shoot. Looks like I can't fit you through the front door. Don't worry, I'll go get Applejack and Big Macintosh to come help, ok?"

"Ok..." Sweetie said morosely.

After making sure that Sweetie Belle was comfortable in the corner of the room, Applebloom trotted to the door and made as if to leave. A sudden thought, however, made her stop for a moment.

"Hey Sweetie Belle, where was Scootaloo when you got all fluffy?"

"Oh, um...." Sweetie Belle said. " I think she kinda.... floated out of the top of the clubhouse.

Applebloom paused.

"Say what now?"