Trotting that Way

"I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!" Applebloom wailed in Sweetie Belle's house. The other two crusaders surrounded her and looked down. "HE'S GAY! OF COURSE! WITH MY LUCK THAT WOULD HAPPEN!"

"Aww come on Applebloom. It's not so bad..." Sweetie Belle tried to cheer up her down friend. However, that didn't work out very well.

"Ugh! I am soo STUPID for not noticin'! I should have noticed! The way those two looked at eachother! UGH!" Applebloom slammed her head on the bed. Scootaloo rubbed her friends head in an attempt to make her feel better. Applebloom shrugged her off, however.

"Um... Sweetie Belle? Follow me." Scootaloo motioned to the door out into the hallway. Applebloom sighed and lowered herself onto the floor. Of course he was gay! The signs were everywhere! As she started to doze off, she started to think about the time she realized... something was fishy.

"Featherweight? Is Featherweight here today?" Cheerilee asked. She crossed off Featherweight's name on the board. The class groaned. Featherweight was the class clown. Without him, the class would be bored. However, Applebloom's ears perked when she heard the next one.

"Rumble? Oh, Rumble isn't here either? The two of them are as thick as glue, when one isn't here, the other is always here. Hm... I wonder about those two... I hope there not doing anything... wrong." Cheerilee pondered out loud. Applebloom sat up in her seat.

"Miss? What do ya wonder bout those two, eh?" Applebloom asked. Cheerilee jumped and glanced around.

"You must have... misheard me... I said I 'glunder' about those two." Cheerilee lied. Applebloom narrowed her eyes.

"What's glunder?" Applebloom asked.

"It's a new word. It means.... ah...." Cheerilee stumbled, "It means... 'hope'. I was... 'hoping' about those two!"

"What were you hopin' about?"

"That they are doing well. Applebloom, you ask too many questions. I'm going to have to write home about that." Cheerilee walked back to her board. Applebloom scrunched her nose. Just because she was a kid, didn't mean she couldn't spot bullshit.

Thinking back on the experience, Applebloom realized that the entire experience faded into her subconscious afterwards. No wonder she didn't remember it when she went to confront Rumble. Her thoughts were interrupted when the two fillies walked back in with a seductive smile on their faces.

"Hey gals! What's with da look?" Applebloom asked. The duo came closer and closer to Applebloom until they were on top of her. Applebloom's face grew hot as the look on the other's faces took control of her.

"You know... Rumble and Featherweight don't have to be the only ones that are gay...." Scootaloo smile sent chills down her spine.

"You're... not suggestin'...." Applebloom grew anxious about what she was most likely going to hear.

"Oh yes we are. Who knows? Why we might get our cutie marks in something else for a change..." Sweetie Belle chirped.

"Oh yes." Applebloom smiled back, "This is going to be an interesting experiment..."

And with that, the door shut. And the rest was history.