Zap Apple Pie

        “Mama, does it hurt when she bites you like that?”

        “Or when she sucks milk out?”

        “Is milk gross?”

        “It’s not gross, you drank it when you were a foal.”

        “Did not.”

        “Did so!”

        “Mom, Little Dashie is being mean!”

        “Ah am not!  Mama, Whispy’s lying again.”

        “Okay,” Applejack took her hat off and tossed it aside, “me and Mom were married in the barn right out yonder.”  The children quieted and sat, listening intently as one of their favorite stories began. “It was a long time comin’ and she had the most daring expression the whole day, nothing shook her.”

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        “Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh.  Ah can’t do this!  What was I thinking?!  Fluttershy, cancel it all!  I’m moving to Cloudsdale and hiding in the foundation until this blows over!”

        Fluttershy and Twilight giggled. “Now, Rainbow Dash.  You can’t just get out of marrying the mare of your dreams like that,” Twilight said.

        “And I won’t have any part of cancelling this event,” Fluttershy said firmly.

        Rainbow glared at Fluttershy. “Yeah, after what we caught you and Pinkie doing in our cider cellar, I think you owe me one.”  Fluttershy eep’d and blushed fiercely as Twilight’s ears perked.

        “R-rainbow Dash, please…” Fluttershy trembled.  Rainbow flew over and laid a hoof on Fluttershy, calmly.

        “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.  Look, if you want you can walk in on me and AJ-”

        “Okay!  Back to the wedding,” Twilight chimed in trying to keep the topic, “I think I’ll check on Applejack, okay girls?”

        “Can you send Rarity over,” Rainbow asked, “I need to get into… my clothes,” she blushed and looked away from Twilight’s grinning face.  Twilight teleported a towel by Rainbow and winked as she let it fall to the hay covered floor.  Rainbow sighed and looked around the small room she was in and sniffled.

        “I, I never imagined today would happen, Fluttershy,” Rainbow said to the meek pegasus who was beginning to stand again, her blush fading, “I mean, Ah was supposed to be a Wonderbolt.  The best at everything in the world, and now-”

        “You’re settling down?” Fluttershy finished.  Rainbow landed and grabbed the towel, patting her face and neck from the sweat.  “Don’t think of it like that, Rainbow.  It’s not like you have to be on the ground forever and once you have your baby you can still join the Wonderbolts with effort and determination.”

        “...That’s the thing,” Rainbow said softly as she sat on the wooden floor, her tail swishing hay aside before her body made contact, “I don’t want to anymore.  All I want’s AJ,” she sighed, “I’m too sappy and,” she sniffled as Fluttershy moved closer, grabbing the towel and holding it up to Rainbow, “...and fat!  I’ll never be able to join anything!”

        Fluttershy rolled her eyes. “You’re not fat, you’re with foal.  In a couple months you’ll deliver and you’ll be back to your old shape in no time.”

        Rainbow wept softly into the towel. “And if I don’t?  Then what?  What will AJ think of me?  What’ll everypony think of me besides a slow, fat… sappy pony who can’t lift off the ground anymore.”

        As Rainbow blew her nose loudly into the towel, Fluttershy sided Rainbow and draped a wing over her.  Speaking softly she continued. “Rainbow, you can fly now and you’re still faster than me.  You’re still the awesome mare that never stops for anything and you’re going to be the best wife you can be, isn’t that more important than what you think other ponies are going to think?”

        “...”

        “Rainbow?”

        “Yeah, I guess,” she looked at the towel and snickered, “my boogers look like a number, wanna see?” she turned it to Fluttershy who winced and averted her eyes. “Maybe later, then.  Look, I know I’m gonna be awesome at whatever I do, but what if I’m not?  What if--”

        “Oh Rainbow Da~sh!  It’s time to get into your suit and, oh dear.  Is everything alright, you’re not getting cold hooves, are you?  I won’t stand for it,” Rarity said as she levitated a black suit with white stripes from a rack and held it between herself and the other mares. “Now, are you ready to get dressed and makeup?”

        “Woah!  Who said anything about makeup?”

        “Rainbow, you’re in an upstairs room in a barn getting ready for your own wedding,” she said deadpan, “if you want this to be a stand out event then you need to stand out.  Look your best for our dear Applejack and she’ll remember you that way forever, or you can just go as you are,” she gestured to the mare who was nearly naked but wearing light blue socks that went to her knees and a pair of panties that highlighted her mare parts under a slip.

        “No, I’m not wearing this out there for anypony but AJ, and if you think I’m going to show myself wearing panties in public,” she frowned.

        “I wouldn’t imagine it, dear.  That’s for your wedding night, not for anypony else to enjoy.  Now, stand tall so I can fit this to you.”

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        Applejack stood in her old room and looked into the mirror.  Granny Smith and three other members of the extended Apple family were fussing with her mane, tail, and dress.  “Granny, are ya sure you’re okay ta walk me down the aisle?  Ah mean, yer hip’s been really actin’ up lately and-.”

        “Oh, hush yer blabbin’, Ah’ll be honest,” Granny said siding with Applejack and looking at her in the mirror, “Ah never thought you’d be marryin’ a mare, much less that big headed one with the colorful mane-”

        “Rainbow Dash, Granny.”

        “Ah’ll call her that when she works a season on the farm,” she joked with a toothless grin, “oh, dangnabit, here’s the deal, young’n.  Yer doin’ everythin’ the right way,” she nodded, “yer marryin’, startin’ a family, and givin’ me a great-grandfoal before Ah pass.  Ah can’t ask fer anything better ta ask fer.”

        “Granny, Ah don’t wanna talk about yer passin’.  Ya got a long time left in ya.”

        “Oh hush, this’ yer day and ya gotta be in best shape fer that mare yer in love with.  Ah baked a special treat fer ya, too.  Ah was gonna surprise ya but it sounds like ya need ta know that there’s a zap apple pie made special fer ya two at yer home.”

        “Awe, thanks, Granny.  Ah love it already.”

        “Just, remember Applejack, that yer a family after taday.  Things’re gonna be tough, but y’all’re apple pie now.  Yer the crust, she’s the fillin’ and that little filly’s the apple slice on top.  Every foal ya bring inta the world’s gonna be more ta the pie, it’s up ta y’all ta find where ta fit’m in.”

        “...That was beautiful, Granny,” Applejack said as she turned to hug her granddam, “and no matter what, you’ll be the pan we were cooked in.”

        Granny smiled and coughed lightly into her fetlock. “Ah wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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        “Wow, so Mom was a sappy weirdo?”

        “Hey!” Rainbow retorted, “I gave birth to you over eleven hours of excruciating pain, respect your mommy.”

        “Yes, ma’am,” Whispy said softly.  Rainbow sighed motherly and opened her forelimbs, letting the little filly gallop into a warm embrace.

        “It was the best twelfth hour of my life,” Rainbow said into the filly’s black mane.  Little Dashie shot his mom a look. “I said eleventh, not eighteenth, you pain in my belly,” she laughed.

        “What-ever,” Quill grunted, “can we just get to the wedding night?”

        “Quill!” Applejack scolded, “that’s not fer little ears.”

        “They hear plenty when yer screamin’ at night,” Rainbow added sarcastically, petting Whispy’s mane.

        Applejack frowned and looked between them both. “Do ya mind not ruin’n this story with yer smutty ways?”

        “Yeah,” Whispy said, “listen ta Mama or yer gettin’ a trouble.”  Rainbow grinned to Applejack.

        “Yeah, Ah don’t want a spanking, do I?”

        Applejack rolled her eyes. “Is every pegasi like you two?”

        “You know we are,” Quill replied, “so, about coward Rainbow Dash and you?”

        “Fine, Ah’ll skip to the weddin’... after we talk about Mom’s jitters s’more.”

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