Applejack stood there in stunned silence, waiting with baited breath for Granny to deny what this stallion had said, only to watch as her grandmother stared at the stallion in horror.

“Nothing to say mother,” said Sour Apple.

“…Get out,” said Granny Smith.

Smirking, Sour Apple shook his head. “I am sorry mother, but I am afraid you no longer have the right to kick me out of my own home.”

“Ah do so, Ah filed a restraining order against you years ago and…”

“And what do you think I have been spending the last few years trying to undo, for I have not simply been twiddling my hooves.”

Pulling out a folder from his vest, he passed it to Applejack, his face morphing into one of sorrow as he spoke to her. “There is going to be a lot of things in there that are going to be hard for you to accept, but I can swear to you on my honor as an Apple that it is the truth.”

“Applejack don’t…”

Applejack shot her a glare, before taking the folder and heading up to her room, trying hard to ignore her grandmother’s voice as she closed her bedroom door behind her.

Climbing into her bed, she opened the folder, and was immediately greeted by several photos of Sour Apple, her mother Golden Gala, and in Golden Gala’s hooves was a small bundle of blankets containing Big Macintosh when he was just a foal.

She found many other photos, showing Big Mac growing, her being born, and throughout most of them Sour Apple was there, playing with his children and seemingly enjoying life. About halfway through the photos however, Applejack began noticing another pony beginning to take prominence, the stallion she had long been raised to believe was her father, Poison Apple. In most of the photos he was simply hanging out with Sour Apple, but a few of the photos had caught him and Golden Gala exchanging…significant looks.

The eventually she reached the end of the photos, and under them all she found three birth certificates and a letter, Applejack deciding to read the letter first, as it was addressed to her.

To my beloved daughter Applejack.

I know you probably do not know who I am, for by now Granny Smith has done her best to make you forget about me, and you were still so young when I was forced to leave home.

I will not coddle you by sugar coating this, so I shall simply give it to you straight. Mother never approved of me, for even though I was her son, she never saw me as a proper Apple. The reason for this is because I had inherited a royal title from her brother, uncle Green Gala, one that I felt duty bound as an Apple to uphold. Granny Smith however never approved of her brother or his title, and became disgruntled when I took that title upon myself.

My wife I would find out later did not approve of my title either, nor the job that came with it, which Granny Smith took advantage of with our farmhand, Poison Apple. She knew Golden Gala fancied him, so during my business trips to Canterlot, she began pushing the two together, till finally they began having an affair, and then Granny Smith began moving forward with her plan to get rid of me.

She waited till your mother was pregnant with Apple Bloom, and then with the help of Filthy Ritch, who she blackmailed, she got a restraining order made against me that made it so that I was no longer allowed in Ponyville, and she also had documents fabricated that labeled Poison Apple as your father, not me.

Copies of your real birth certificates as well as the evidence I collected to get the restraining order removed are in the folder you found this letter, along with the photos of our life before Granny Smith forced me out.

So now you have a choice, you can either accept what I have told you, or you can chose to believe you grandmother, I will respect you either way.

Your Father, Sour Apple.

Applejack set down the letter, and then looked over the birth certificates, finding Sour Apple’s name in the place where the father would be listed. She then looked over the evidence, finding a letter along with it from Filthy Ritch, also addressed to her, which she began to read.

Dear Applejack.

I am so sorry that you have to find out this way, but the stallion who gave this to you is indeed your father, and I have been forced for years to lie to you about who your father is.

The reason for this is…well, rather petty when you look at it, but as you know, Diamond Tiara is adopted…well…that is not entirely accurate. It is true that she was adopted, but what is not known by most of the ponies in this town…or by Diamond’s mother where I adopted Diamond from. You see, I was…oh there is no way to nicely say this; I had a onetime affair with an old secretary of mine, who wound up pregnant.

By the time Diamond was born Spoiled had found out she was barren, and when I suggested adoption, she said the only way she would ever adopt a foal is if I came home with one. The next day I was contacted by Diamond’s mother, who said she could not take care of the filly and asked if I could. So we met up at private place and I took Diamond off her hooves, and when I came home with her Spoiled was too overjoyed at having a foal to call her own to care where she had come from.

To this day I do not know how Granny Smith found out about the affair, nor do I know how she found out that Diamond was actually my daughter, but she used that information to secure both my help and my silence over the years. But with your father returning home, and given the fact that my daughter is becoming a better pony with the help of her new friends, I feel that it is time for the truth to come out.

I am sorry if any of this upsets you, but this is the truth…I just hope you can come to forgive me in time.

Your Friend, Filthy Ritch.

Looking over the evidence once more, Applejack took a deep breath, and headed back down to the living room, finding her grandmother shouting at Sour Apple as the stallion simply sat there and took it.

“…ou think you can just walk back into your father’s house after all these years after you gave up, you didn’t even fight for your family!”

“You didn’t exactly give me a choice did you mother,” said Sour Apple with a glare, “No…instead I return home long enough to confirm that I am the farther to a third foal before I get served a restraining order by two law enforcements officers who then escort me from the hospital, while my so called wife is smiling as I am taken away. The only thing I am thankful for about that day is that Apple Bloom was too young to remember that day.”

Deciding that it was time to let her presence be known, she cleared her throat, getting their attention before looking at Granny Smith and speaking. “Granny…I want you to pack your things and head to the station and catch the next train to The Ranch…”

“Wha…you’re taking his side on this, how do you even know he’s telling the…”

“Cause Ah’m the bucking Element of Honesty that’s why!” yelled Applejack, before taking a deep breath to calm herself before speaking. “Be happy that all Ah’m doing is forcing you to The Ranch early, there is enough evidence in that folder, as well as enough ponies willing to speak Ah’ll wager about what you did, and with that we could put you away for life. This way you can at least spend what remaining years you have in peace, instead of rotting in a cell, so I suggest you take what you got and get!”

Standing in shock for a moment, Granny Smith finally leveled a glare at Applejack before snorting in disgust. “Fine, Ah guess this is what Ah get for trying to do what is best for this family, but if this is how you want it, then so be it.”

She then stormed off to her room, leaving Applejack to walk down the stairs and walk up to the stallion, who looked to her and spoke. “I am sorry you had to do that, but I…”

He was interrupted as the mare closed the distance and hugged him close, her hat falling off as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, Sour Apple hesitating for a moment before wrapping his forelegs around her as she began to weep tears of both joy and heartbreak.

*

Breathing heavily after a rather strenuous “workout”, Twilight groaned as she heard a knock coming from the door.

“Spike,” she called from her room, only to remember that she had sent him out so he would not accidently overhear her and Fenrir, which caused her to groan once more.

“It’s alright beloved,” said Fenrir with a smile, “I’ll get it.”

Getting up, he shook himself, allowing a bit of magic out to clean his coat of both the sweat and musk, and causing Twilight to groan further. “Show off.”

Smirking, he headed out of the bedroom and downstairs into the main room, reaching the front door just as another series of knocks ended and opening it to find a very familiar pair of ponies outside.

“Lord Nightlight, Lady Velvet it’s…” started Fenrir, only to get interrupted Twilight Velvet placed a hoof over his muzzle.

“There will be none of this lord and lady stuff coming from you young pup,” said Velvet, causing Fenrir confusion for a moment till she pulled him in for a hug as she spoke further. “You are going to be a part of our family now, so you will be calling me mom from now on.”

“Sorry mother,” said Fenrir as he hugged her back, before pulling away and moving into the library. “Well come inside, I’ll go get Twilight.”

He scampered off quickly, returning to Twilight’s room to find her gone, and sniffed around till his nose lead him to the bathroom, where he found her finishing up with a very quick shower.

“Perfect timing beloved,” said Fenrir as he nuzzled her, “Your parents are downstairs.”

“Mom and dad are here?” asked Twilight, getting a nod from the warg which caused her to pick up her pace, both of them heading back into the main room and finding Twilight Velvet and Nightlight sitting on a couch looking over some of the books.

“Mom, dad,” said Twilight, hugging to two as they got up before sitting down with Fenrir as her parents sat back down. “What are you two doing here, weren’t expecting you for a week?”

“We got the news from Celestia when she came over for tea,” said Velvet with a smile, “and we decided to come over early.”

“Shining and Cadance should be along soon as well,” said Nightlight with a smile, “we sent a letter out to them before we left, and got a letter saying they were on their way while we were on the train.”

“I’m glad,” said Twilight, “at least they’ll have more time to prepare for this wedding then I did for theirs.”

They all laughed about that, then Fenrir spoke up, “I assume you know what is expected to you during the wedding ceremony?”

“Were a bit rusty on warg marriage customs,” said Velvet with a chuckle, “after all the last time we attended one was when your sister was being married.”

“Well,” said Fenrir with a smile, “The clan will most likely treat this as though we were having another family marry into the clan. You and your husband will receive tribal tattoos which will mark you as belonging to out clan, given a special potion to give you warg like aspects like Mayor Mare, and then you will be served a platter of prepared meat, which you will be expected to eat.”

“Good thing the new craze with the nobles is those meat hors d'oeuvres,” said Nightlight with a smirk, “as for those changes, it’s going to cause quite a stir when we return to court.”

“You can hide them,” said Fenrir, only to receive a laugh from Velvet.

“Dear I have no intention of hiding that I am part of your family,” said the mare with a smile, “the nobles need to realize that wargs are becoming a part of Equestria, and having us walk with our changes bold as brass will make a pretty big statement about where we stand on the issue.”

Smiling, Twilight made to speak, only to stop when the door opened and Spike walked in, walking by as he said two words Twilight knew was going to cause her mother to squeal.

“Hey mom...”

*

After he had gotten Applejack calmed down, Sour Apple had waited with her while Granny Smith had packed her things, then they had both escorted her to the train station.

As Granny Smith boarded the train which would take her to The Ranch however, several ponies disembarked which Sour Apple recognized, the stallion waving them over before walking forward as Applejack watched with a bit of concern.

“Honey, kids, what are you doing here I told you I would be gone for only a little while.”

“We felt we had to come,” said the mare with a smile, nuzzling Sour Apple before catching sight of Applejack, which caused her to stop as she pulled away before walking up to the young apple mare.

The mare looked her over a moment, Applejack getting a little bit concerned till finally the mare smiled and spoke to her. “You must be Applejack; it’s so good to finally meet you.”

“H…how do you…”

“Know you?” asked the mare, receiving a nod and chuckling a bit before speaking further. “My husband never once forgot about you Applejack, nor your brother or little sister, and he made sure to keep you in our lives, if only through what we could read in the paper. But where are my manners, my name is Spring Glade, Sour Apple’s wife.”

Before Applejack could speak, a little filly with a red coat and golden mane and tail ran up to them, looking up at Applejack with her blue eyes and speaking to her. “Are you my big sister Applejack?”

“Ambrosia,” said Spring with just the hint of disappointment, “Your father and I told you to be patient, Applejack may need some time to…”

“Ah…Ah guess I am,” said Applejack, surprising Spring but causing the little filly to smile.

“Daddy was right, you’re supper pretty, I hope I grow up to be as pretty as you.”

Blushing hard, Applejack watched as the little filly ran back to what Applejack could reasonably assume now were her siblings, jumping a bit when Spring spoke further. “She has idolized you for a long time, why there not a day that goes by where I don’t find her in her room pretending to be you running around with the rest of the Elements of Harmony. But with that said, if you’re up for it, why don’t you come meet the rest of your siblings?”

Nodding her head, Applejack followed the mare as they walked over to Sour Apple and the children, the stallion looking up as they approached and smiling. “Great timing love, Applejack, I would like you to meet the rest of your family.”

Pointing to the youngest one, Sour Apple spoke. “You have already met my youngest daughter, Ambrosia.” He said, before he began naming them one by one. “My youngest son, Liberty, my daughter Macoun Apple, my son Cameo, my daughter Northern Spy, my son Empire Apple, my daughter Jonagold, my son Golden Russet, my twin daughters Fuji and Mutsu, and my son Zap Apple.”

Applejack looked at them all with wonder, the idea that all of these ponies were her family; it nearly brought a tear to her eye.

Moving forward, Zap Apple spoke up. “Um…sis, do you think we can see grandpa’s farm, father always talked about it and now that were here we…we would really like to see it.”

“…of course you can,” said Applejack with a smile, tears streaming down her face which she quickly whipped away before speaking further. “After all it’s your farm to, so you have every right to see it.”

“Can I ride on your back?” asked Ambrosia as they got moving, Applejack nodding before crouching down and allowing the little filly to hop onto her back, before continuing onward as they all made their way toward Sweet Apple Acres.

They soon stopped however as a wolf like howl sounded on the wind, followed closely by dozens more as Applejack spotted a mass of shapes out on the horizon near her farm, shapes which were making their way toward Ponyville.

Author's Note

Bet you all didn't expect a chapter so soon now did yah, well I was really excited to get this next bit out, so here you all go.

As you no doubt have guessed, next chapter will involve Fenrir's clan, as well as some apple related problems, so till then if you guys have any questions or comments, feel free to drop them on by in the comments section, I love hearing from you guys.

P.S. Yes I know Granny Smith's bat shit plot is B movie levels of dumb, but I like it, so...eh. Also for those wondering, Apple Bloom is 100% Sour Apple's foal, yes his wife cheated on him, but she never allowed Poison to impregnate, she was a bit of an evil bitch that way.