“For crying out loud, sis!” Apple Bloom hollered out, pressing her tiny body into Applejack’s massive rump. “What the heck were you doin’ out of your room anyway?” She grunted with every push she attempted, no matter how little it helped. “Better yet, HOW did you even get out of your room in the first place?”

“I needed to use the bathroom, so Big Mac had to help me through,” Applejack explained, wincing heavily as her thunderous thighs squeezed up against the door frame. “Would you continue on up back there? Got a ton of schoolwork I need to catch up on!”

“Well, where’d Big Mac go anyway?”

“You don't wanna know.” AJ griped with annoyance. “Outta nowhere, he just said he had to go downtown, so he ended up ditchin’ me in the middle of the hallway. Been tryin’ to get my big fat hindquarters back in my room for like half an hour now!”

Apple Bloom gave another aggressively useless push when she suddenly stopped, a whole new question dawning on her. “Uh, Applejack?”

“What's wrong, sugarcube?”

“Just how exactly did you use the bathroom?”

“You don't wanna know. And would you kindly call Pinkie Pie's boy, PBJ?"