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Filly Romance Ch. 1

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It was a cloudless Saturday afternoon in Ponyville, a gentle zephyr making the warm and humid forecast tolerable for the inhabitants of the village. The epicenter of the town was bustling with activity; ponies shopping at the market, friends conversing with each other about anything that came to their minds, and colts and fillies laughing and playing with one another.

On the outskirts of town sat an apple farm known as Sweet Apple Acres, where inside the depths of the trees was a quaint treehouse currently occupied by three little filly friends: Applebloom, an earth pony with a red mane and tail and a yellow hide; Sweetie Belle, a unicorn pony with a mane and tail of both light purple and light pink and a snow white hide; and Scootaloo, a pegasus pony with a purple mane and tail and an orange hide. The trio dubbed themselves as "The Cutie Mark Crusaders", and their goal was to each discover their own unique and special talents so they get their cutie mark. Anytime they weren't busy with other matters, the three were together tirelessly trying to accomplish their mission, doing any job or activity they could think of.

Today was no different then any other. The three ponies sat in a circle inside the clubhouse, and were discussing their latest idea for earning a cutie mark.

"You wanna form a band?" Sweetie Belle inquired. Scootaloo nodded.

"How'dja think of that?" Applebloom asked.

"Well, I was looking for Rainbow Dash to ask her if she could finally teach me how to fly when I heard some rockin' music coming from a radio inside Sugar Cube Corner. Normally, I'd think nothing of it, but the idea of forming a band with you two hit me for no reason."

There was a moment of silence while the other two thought about the suggestion. Applebloom had a scrunched up face as she contemplated that Scootaloo thought was cute, and unknowingly cracked a small grin.

Recently she was catching herself having thoughts and feelings similar to this whenever she was around the earth filly. Every now and then she would randomly start thinking about her for a long period of time; a strange sensation inside her stomach would start whenever she spotted her friend; she occasionally finds it a little difficult to speak to her pal; her face would flush into a faint scarlet color every time she was acknowledged or complimented by her; and the tempo of her heart would increase whenever the two were close to each other. Albeit these feelings were foreign to the pegasus filly, she usually would brush them aside.

Applebloom looked up and noticed her friend in a trance. Scoot came back to reality and quickly looked away to hide her light blush. Unbeknownst to Scootaloo, Applebloom was in the same predicament. She found herself having weird thoughts and emotions about the pegasus, but, like Scootaloo, just brushed them aside.

Applebloom came back to Equestria, deciding not to mull over that issue at moment.

"Well," she started. "that does sound cool and awll, but none of us know how t'play any instr'mints."

"Doesn't mean we can't learn." Scootaloo replied.

Another quick pause in their conversation passed until Sweetie Belle chimed in. "What kind of music should we play?"

Scootaloo pondered the question briefly. "Well, what kind of music do you enjoy?"

"Pretty much anything." Sweetie responded.

"Same here." stated Applebloom.

"How about bands? Who do you like the most?"

"Rarity doesn't listen to much except for modern stuff." said Sweetie. "Ponies like Nicker Minaj and Deadmar3. She does listens to a group called Feralsmith. I really like them."

"I've heard of them, but I like music along the lines of Alice in Reigns or Neighrvana." Scootaloo said.

"Granny Smith listens to The Trotting Stones awll the time, but Ah think they're old." remarked Applebloom. "In fact, Ah'm not really intuh anythin' that old. Though eQueen is mah faverite band, even though they are old."

Scootaloo nodded in interest; she heard of the group but never really listened to them. Sweetie Belle gave Applebloom a look of mild distaste. "Meh, they're alright."

"As a foal, mah sis used t'play songs by them whenever I was in a bad mood 'n' was actin' all fussy." She paused, reminiscing. "'Equestrian Rhapsody' is still mah faverite song ever."

"I just don't like the singer 'cause he was a colt-cuddler."

"Well that ain't no reason not to like him, ya know."

Scootaloo sat in confusion. "Colt-cuddler? What does that mean?"

"What does it mean?" echoed Sweetie Belle. "You don't know?"

Scootaloo was taken aback by how she asked her question; it was as if Scootaloo didn't know the answer to two plus two. The orange filly glanced down and shook her head.

"I'm surprised you don't know this." Sweetie said. "I suppose you don't know where foals come from either."

"Stop teasin' her, Sweetie." muttered Applebloom, to which Sweetie just rolled her eyes. Scootaloo perked up slightly knowing her farmer friend was defending her.

"Anyway," continued Sweetie. "it's when a stallion likes another stallion, but...you know...LIKES them."

The was an air of silence briefly. "Okay...and what exactly is wrong with that?"

"Ain't nuthin' wrong with it."

"Perhaps not," Sweetie commented. "But I feel that it's just unnatural. Rarity always says that only stallions and mares should be together, and that colt-cuddlers and filly-foolers are immoral."

"Filly-fooler?" Scootaloo asked.

"Same thing, except it's mares liking other mares." explained Sweetie Belle.

"That's so typical of Rare; everything needs t'be proper and whatnot. Applejack, Big Mac, 'n' Granny Smith say it don't matter who ya like, b'cause love is love, 'n' ya can't help who ya fall for. What would y'do if Scootaloo said she liked mares? Huh? Just stop bein' her friend?"

The pegasus scooted back a little, not wanting to be a part of the confrontation that was imminent. Sweetie Belle was stumped, thinking of how she should answer Applebloom's question.

"Umm...I'd...I'd—"

"Ah cannot b'lieve you, Sweetie!" Applebloom interrupted.

"You didn't even let me finish!" spat Sweetie.

Their argument progressed and continued, but Scootaloo just tuned them out and began thinking to herself, looking down at the wooden floor. The pegasus filly was never into feeling any sort of sentimentality or affection, and much less into displaying it. Sure, she felt love; she loved Rainbow Dash. Then there was the love for her family and friends. She just felt that those ponies should just know that she loves them without her having to express it verbally or physically. She also felt that romance and love were not as important as other aspects of life, such as friendship and health. This time, however, the topic somehow didn't seem as trivial as she usually thought it was.

I'm not sure what to think of this Scootaloo thought. But it seems like Applebloom is making more sense than Sweetie Belle is. After all, love is love, just like she said.

Scootaloo looked up; her two pals were still in the middle of their quarrel. What if...What if I'm a "filly-fooler"? wondered the orange filly. She thought for a moment, trying to think of a time where she felt more love and affection for a filly than what she regularly felt. Of course, she found no memories of attraction to a filly or a colt. It was a bit difficult for her to tell, though; she didn't exactly know how one feels when you love somepony in a romantic way.

Applejack's hollering voice outside the clubhouse interrupted her train of thoughts.

"Applebloom!" the orange and blond mare called. "You didn't finish awll your chores, missy! Git your little flank out here!"

"Oh shoot!" Applebloom exclaimed. "Sorry, girls. Ah musta forgot to do some o' mah chores. Ah'll see y'all later!"

"Aww, alright. See ya." Scootaloo said, unintentionally sounding despondent. Hearing this, Applebloom glimpsed back at her friend to see a tiny hint of sadness on her face. Curiosity flooded her mind yet again.

Sweetie tried looked calm, hiding her irritation caused by their argument. "Buh-bye."

The little farmer strolled out of their headquarters, leaving the two other crusaders in there. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air about a minute before Sweetie Belle cleared her throat.

"Well..." Sweetie spoke softly. "I think we should put the crusading off until later on tonight when we have our sleepover."

Scootaloo had forgot all about The Cutie Mark Crusader sleepover at Sweet Apple Acres they were having that night. She simply nodded in agreement with Sweetie Belle and, after exchanging their farewells, went their separate ways.

The orange filly was filled with different thoughts and questions, even though she didn't want to dwell on something she always found to be insignificant. I guess at some point I'll have to be concerned with love. Scootaloo thought to herself as she started walking back home. Those I know who are "together" seem very happy. Not that I need somepony else to make me feel better and happier. Yet...It looks like it would be nice to have somepony like that who's by my side no matter what and who loves me...Like..."loves" me.

Scootaloo let out a sigh. Not wanting to pore over this romance stuff, she decided just to forget about it for the time being. Her living room couch was calling for her to just lay down and relax, to take a nap so that she's rested enough to pull an all-nighter at the sleepover.

I'm just a filly, anyway. I don't need to be looking for the love of my life or anything when I'm so young.

She picked up the pace to a mild trot, trying to reach her house quicker, and trying to escape the inevitable thoughts about her friend that she usually gets when they leave.

Unfortunately for her, they caught up.


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Scootaloo sure was actin' kinda strange mused Applebloom as she started walking back to her farmhouse. Matter'uh fact, she's been actin' funny for a lil' while now. Wonder what's on her mind that's makin' her like this.

The filly recalled what had happened, gazing up toward the sky a bit. She sure looked down when ah told 'em ah had to git goin'. Like she'd lost something dear to her. And maybe it was jus' me, but ah thought I saw a blush when I caught her lookin' at me...Lookin' at me with a tiny grin on her face...Why was she gazin' and grinnin' at me? Not that ah mind, she has quite a cute smile. Applebloom looked in front of her and lightly shook her head. Cute? Land sakes, not again with these thoughts. They ain't no way to think of your best friend—

"Somethin' on your mind, sugar cube?" the older sibling asked, interrupting Applebloom's reflective daze.

"Oh, it's nuthin' sis." she replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Her sister wasn't fooled, though.

"Ya sure?"

Applebloom puffed a sigh; she knew it was useless lying to the Element of Honesty.

"Well...It's just..." the filly muttered.

"Just what?" prodded Applejack.

"Maybe it's jus' me, but lately Scootaloo's been actin'...different..."

"How so?"

"It ain't much; she's still herself 'n' awll. But ah can't help but notice lil' things that are...unlike her...Like she hesitates a lil' when she's talkin' tuh me. 'N' sometimes I catch her starin' at me. Whenever ah catch her doin' it, she'll look away real fast like, pretendin' she wasn't eyeing me."

Throughout the description of Scootaloo's behaviors, Applejack couldn't help herself from slowly forming a smirk on her face. "Oh lordy..."

Applebloom looked up to her sister. "What is it?"

"You're gonna be surprised, but ah think lil' Scootaloo has a lil' crush on ya."

Applebloom's eyes widened. "What?!?"

Applejack chuckled. "Ya heard me, Applebloom."

As Applejack had told her, the filly was absolutely stupefied. "Are ya sure, Applejack?"

"Sugar cube, ah've been down that road before and been on both sides of the field. Ah know what it looks like and how it feels. Especially how it feels..." Her voiced trailed off as her rainbow maned friend flooded her thoughts briefly. She quickly composed herself and continued. "Truth be told, ah ain't surprised that she's a filly-fooler; she is very tomcoltish, even if that is...darn, what's the word ah'm lookin' for...stereo...something or other. Anyway, jus' trust me when ah say that your friend's caught the lovebug from ya." With that, Applejack playfully nudged the filly, wearing a pleased smirk.

Applebloom was truly ambivalent about the situation. It sounded so unreal to her, but Applejack was very wise and was hardly ever wrong about these sort of things.

A minute of silence passed as the filly was processing the information. Applejack broke the silence with a single question.

"...Do you like her?"

The question rendered the filly speechless for a while, flabbergasted that she was just asked such a thing. "Well, yeah sure ah like her..."

"Ya know what ah meant..."

Applebloom looked down at her hooves and stopped. All the emotions she was having lately made sense to her now. She looked up at her sister and frowned a little bit. "...Ya don't hate me now...Do ya?"

"Awww, sugar cube...C'mere." Applejack offered her sister a gentle hug—which Applebloom gladly accepted. "Of course ah don't. Ah've told you before, hun...It don't matter who ya like, because love is love."

Applebloom had her muzzle buried lightly into her sister's neck. "Ah know ya have...Ah was just makin' sure...Thanks, AJ..."

"No problem, sugar cube."

Applejack broke their embrace and gave her little sister a small kiss on the head. "Now let's git back to the farm, 'fore Granny Smith starts to worry." She started to walk but halted and looked back at Applebloom. "'N' don't think this lil' lovey-dovey moment gits ya outta doin' your chores."

Applebloom grumbled, and they went on their way. The filly felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, a weight that she hadn't realize was there until it was gone. Her head was swimming with different thoughts and emotions; there was, however, one thought that stood out from the rest.

...Why ME of all ponies...?


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Scootaloo sauntered through the front door of her house into the living room, where she lived with her father, Scooter, and her mother, Lulu. The former, a white haired stallion with an orange hide, looked at her from the couch and smiled.

"Hey, Scoots."

"Hi, dad. Where's mom?"

As if on cue, Scootaloo's mother—a mare with purple hair and an apricot hide—strolled into the living room.

"Oh, hi dear. How come you're home so soon?"

"Applebloom had to do some chores. We're still gonna hang out and spend the night at the farm."

Her mother was ready to reply with something, but couldn't help but notice the little hint of woe in her daughter's face. "Everything okay, honey?"

Scootaloo quickly tried erasing the look on her face as she replied. "Oh. Yeah, I'm alright."

Lulu didn't buy her bluff, and persisted. "Don't lie to me, honey. I can tell something's bothering you."

"Yeah, well..." Scootaloo hesitated. "I don't feel like talking about it."

"Well...alright. Well, I'll always be here to listen to you; same goes for your father, right Scooter?"

Scooter looked away from the TV to them. "Huh? OH, yep. Always here."

Lulu gave her husband an annoyed expression. "What's so captivating on the TV?"

Scootaloo didn't stick around for the rest of the conversation; instead, she went to her bedroom, locked her door, and laid down on her bed. She stretched out her limbs and sank into her mattress, shutting her eyelids.

Once again, her mind drifted to her friend.

Dang it. Why couldn't she just have done them all in the first place? That lazy filly. We could still be thinking of ways to get our cutie marks. And I'd still be with her...

Scootaloo opened her eyes and blinked. She had had just about enough of these foreign feelings, and wanted to know what it was, what it all meant.

Hmm...Maybe I should go talk to mom. The pegasus yawned a little. Right after an afternoon nap, of course.

With that, Scootaloo rolled over on her side and soon fell asleep.


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Celestia's sun was making it's final decent, filling the sky above orange slowly fading to indigo then black. Luna's moon would fill the sky within the next half hour or so.

On a hilltop in Sweet Apple Acres, two little fillies were getting front row seats for the picturesque scene. It had been a long, tiresome day; not because of crusading, though. Sweetie Belle was with her sister Rarity in Manehatten visiting some relatives. Applebloom and Scootaloo decided that instead of spending the day crusading with one member short they would just hang out around town and play all day.

They watched "My Tiny Sapiens", went to Sugar Cuber Corner and filled themselves up with sweets (making them unbelievably hyper), took a dip in the lake for a few hours, and finally had an incredible dinner with the Apple family. All in all, the two friends chalked this up as a perfect day.

Applebloom had suggested to watch the sunset before Scootaloo left to go home for the day, saying it was one of her favorite things to do. So the two were sitting next to each other, enjoying the final moments of the day that neither of them wanted to end.

"Hey Scootaloo..." asked Applebloom.

Scootaloo turned to face her. "Yeah?"

The farmer filly looked down a little bit. "Ah just wanted tuh say that...ah had so much fun today hanging out with you 'n' all.

"Same here." replied Scootaloo with a smile.

"Ah mean, I like Sweetie Belle 'n' awll, but it's just that we don't really have much in common."

Scootaloo chortled a bit. "Yeah, me and her don't really have much in common, either."

"Yeah...You, though...you're diff'rent...Ah really like ya."

Scootaloo couldn't help but blush at her friend's comment. "I like you a lot, too."

Applebloom smiled, inching closer to her friend to rest her head on Scootaloo's shoulder. The pegasus allowed her to do so, placing her left hoof behind her back, cradling her.

The two sat and watched the sun for a while longer, till Scootaloo looked down at her friend. Her adorable friend...

Applebloom looked up at her, and their eyes were locked for what seemed like forever. Eventually, both of them slowly and carefully inched their heads closer to each other. Both their heart's were pounding violently as they felt each other's warm breath.

Finally, they both closed their eyes, and...



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Scootaloo woke up with a start, her eyes bursting open, her heart thumping, beads of perspiration on her head. Realizing it was a dream and that she was in her bedroom, her breathing became more controlled and she calmed down.

Thousands of thoughts were running through her little head

What in Equestria was that all about? Why did have such a dream? What does it mean?!

Gasping, she had her epiphany; and it hit her like a ton of bricks. How she didn't notice what this all meant before this dream, she had no idea. She couldn't believe she was so blind and unaware of it.

But she found it more believable than what she was thinking at that moment:

I'm in love...with Applebloom...?
Scootaloo never was into sentimentality or love, finding it rather trivial and mildly gross. All that changes when she discovers new feelings for her fellow crusader...

My very first fan fic ever, so please be somewhat nice! Expect this story to be a bit on the long side, but not too long.

Also, I don't think Scootabloom/Appleloo has been done yet...Cool, I'm the first! :D

Also, I TOTALLY made up Scootaloo's parents. If you wanna see how I described them and get a better picture of them, I used the pony creator to make both of them.

Scooter: [link]
Lulu: [link]

Well, R & R peoples, please and thank you!
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DankTheWolfHog's avatar
yes.please.more.now!...anyways i like this story so far i mean the whole scootabloom thing is awesome! And the fact the appledash is in this makes it really cool!