Cup Cake: Apple Bloom? Is something wrong, dear?
Apple Bloom:…Um… I… Well… N-N-Nothing’s wrong, M-Mrs. Cake…
Cup Cake: Are you sure? You’ve gone a funny colour.
Apple Bloom:…W-W-Well… You are… You are rather…
Cup Cake looks at Apple Bloom’s blushing face, and then she realises what’s up and smiles
Cup Cake: Oh! Giggles You think I’m beautiful, don’t you, little Apple Bloom?
Apple Bloom:…! Um…! I-I-I…! N-No!
Cup Cake: Smiles seductively Come on now, Apple Bloom honey. You don’t need to hide anything from me. I mean, could you say no to this?
Cup Cake turns around and starts rhythmically shaking her flank back and forth seductively
Cup Cake: I mean, just look at how soft, lovely and big are my flanks. Nice big beautiful flanks for a mare who’s really pretty, hmm?
Apple Bloom:…I… Yeah. I think that you are the most pretty looking mare ever.
Cup Cake: Smiles happily That’s all I needed to hear.
Cup walks over and hugs Apple Bloom, giving her a kiss on the cheek
Apple Bloom: You won’t tell Applejack about this, will you?
Cup Cake: Giggles Only if you don’t tell Pinkie Pie.
Apple Bloom: Smiles Deal.
Cup Cake: Want to go upstairs and cuddle on the bed?
Apple Bloom: It isn’t gonna be anything….you know?
Cup Cake: No, I just want to give you some hugs, kisses and pampering.
Apple Bloom: Okay.
Cup takes Apple Bloom’s hoof and they head upstairs