Author's Note

[Safe for Woona] [Romance] [Comedy]
Chapter contains: [Cuteness] [Playful Kissing]
By: Flutterpony

Polyamory by Flutterpony

“Ya bring the crayons, Hun?”

Scootaloo’s eyes sparkled, and she smiled widely, nodding. She tossed the box of colorful wax sticks on the clubhouse floor.

“Yep! Didja bring the construction paper, S-sugar?”

The pegasus frowned and winced at the embarrassing name. Sweetie’s eyes met hers, full of tenderness, and she placed a supportive, grateful hoof on Scootaloo’s shoulder and a peck on the cheek. Scootaloo couldn’t help but smile back and blush.

“I sure did!” the little white filly squeaked and levitated a rainbow stack of paper from her saddlebag to place it next to the crayons. “And you have the scissors, glitter, and glue, right… umm--”

The term of endearment was still so new. Sweetie looked apologetically at Apple Bloom.

“We decided on Dear or Darlin’, or any of the other ‘D’ words on the list.” Apple Bloom’s twang was brusque, and her muzzle turned up.

“I’m sorry I forgot.” Sweetie’s tone was low and full of remorse. Her ears folded back

“It’s all right this time,” the Apple filly pardoned. “Just don’t make me put ya out with Winona.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t hold back a grin, and she and her two special someponies busted out laughing. When their giggle fit had died down, Apple Bloom set a heavy load of sparkling, sticking, and cutting supplies next to the others’ contributions.

“You bet I brought ‘em.”

“Great!” Scootaloo was bright eyed and energetic. “I have an awesome idea for mine. You two are sooo lucky! I’m probably gonna be jealous.”

“Pretty sure of yerself there, huh? I wouldn’t bet yours is gonna be better than mine for both of y’all,” Apple Bloom challenged, smiling.

“No way!” Scootaloo countered.

“Girls! I-I mean, Darling, Honey-pie, it’s not a contest! We’re supposed to be making love notes.”

The two dropped their competitive stances at the reproval.

“... and beside, I’m the one here with the most love experience... or, well, whose sister has the most experience at least--so if anypony is going to make theirs better, it’ll be me.” Sweetie Belle’s muzzle turned up proudly.

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom looked conspiratorially at each other.

“Is’at so?”

“You don’t say?”

The two stalked toward Sweetie Belle with smirks and narrowed eyes that said they were up to no good.

“Ye--well, um,” Sweetie halted. Her pupils shrank and her smugness vanished at the approach of the other two crusaders. “Wait! I meant--”

“Kiss attack!!” their shouts came simultaneously.

Sweetie Belle never stood a chance.