You can't spell 'stallion' without 'stall'

"SCOOT! SWEETIE BELLE! THIS IS BAD! BAD BAD BAD BAAAAD!!!!" Applebloom shouted, running around the clubhouse in frantic laps. "MAH BROTHER! CHEERILEE! LOVE POTION! BAD!"

"What is it now?!" A loud voice called from the treehouse window.

"SWEETIE BELLE?! Did you feed tree sap to the cat again?! Applebloom! Was Opal trying to tap dance on one of Rarity's manequins? If so, deny whatever she accuses you for, Sweetie Belle did it." Another loud voice yelled, which sounded much like Scootaloo.

"THA LOVE POTION HASN'T WORN OFF! OH MAH CELESTIA, HOW WILL WE GRIND CIDER NOW?!" The yellow filly said, tripping over a oddly placed rock and tumbling head over hooves on her last spiral. "OUCH!"

"Uh oh. TO TWILIGHT'S LIBRARY!"

"There must be some type of cure for this! An Anti-Love potion?"

So the band of foals ran towards the sturdy tree in hope of a remedy for the hex.

"TWILIGHT!"

"MISS SPARKLE!"

"THE PURPLE LADY!" They all shouted at once, falling over one another, flying into the mare's library.

"Um... Girls?"

"TWILIGHT! CURE! LOVE POISON! BOOK! NOW!"

She lightly hovered a leather bound book towards the panting crusaders. Applebloom tightly gripped the recipe in her jaw and ran off with out another word.

"HEY WAIT UP!" The remaining fillies shouted, racing after her.

After returning to the tree, they flung open the book, and oddly enough, landed on the correct page.

"Ah! Hate Potion! Add a pound of cat vomit, EWWW! A gallon of sweat, GAG! And a dozen rotten apples. Stir with a fork found at the bottom of a McDonalds trashcan, and serve in a used styrofoam cup. Okay, Ah have absolutely how we're gonna be shoveling this down my brother's hatch." She grunted, tossing and pouring the ingredients in hastily.

The next day, The crusaders found Cheerilee and Big Macintosh nuzzling noses, as they had been for the last two weeks or so.

"You're my sugar-woogur cutsie-wutsie kissy-wissy pony-pie!"

"No, You're mah sugar-woogur cutsie-wutsie kissy-wissy pony pie!"

"Get ready to go in automatic barf zone!" Scootaloo whispered, readying her slingshot. They had figured they weren't going to get them to drink in any other way, so they would aim for their muzzles and hope for the best.

THWIP!

"HRGK!"

FWEW

"URKGH!"

And the thin, grainy liquid dripped down their throats. They immediately turned away.

"More like horse-apple for brains!" Cheerilee shouted, turning her nose upwards and storming away.

"No, you are!" Big Mac growled, taking larger steps than the magenta earth-pony.

"Well, that worked." Scootaloo grinned.

"Quite well, actually." Applebloom agreed.

"WE DID IT!!" Sweetie Belle shouted.

And the Cutie Mark Crusaders decided to call it a day.