Dylan's POV

I had spent quite a few days at Fluttershy's home, and to be honest, I've come to love that giant sack of fluff that was a bear, unfortunately I had left before even getting to learn his name, but that will come at a later date.

Right now, I was having a test of will, something so manly that it would break the foundations upon which I stand. I was harvesting apples, yes, apples, nothing more, nothing less, now, this might seem like an ordinary every day chore, but, it really isn't, at least not with these 'ponies'.

At least on the bright side I finally found out where my dad has been all this time, except, Applejack got to me before I was able to confront him, I didn't have any room to complain, after all, I still have to make it up to her and the others for what I did, but, 'Couldn't she have at least given me some smaller baskets!?'

At this moment I am carrying an entire basket full of apples, not just any basket, it was almost the size of me! But, I don't have any room to complain, one shouldn't lie to their friends, so this is the least I could do, right?

"Ya' alright there sugarcube?" I looked over and saw that Applejack had already filled 10 baskets!?

"A-ah, yeah, j-just fine, just getting my footing." Now I know, that in terms of raw strength, she would definitely annihilate me, but my dad however.

"W-what's wrong son, can't you keep up with yer old man?" I looked over at him only to deadpan, he was sweating even more than I was! And his legs looked like they'd give out at any second!

"Yeah, I'll be fine, hehe, but maybe you should let the 'younger' generation handle this 'old timer'." I gave him my best challenging look while still holding on to a full basket of apples.

He got tic-marks spreading across his face, "Oh? You think you can beat me?" His look of defiance lost all of its merit while still holding onto that basket.

I got right in his face, "I should be asking if you believe that you can still keep up, old man!" The stress from the apples had now disappeared, what replaced it was an old forgotten feeling, that was more instinctive, and I could see it flare in his eyes too, our competitive streak.

Applejack's POV

Those two are definitely related, their personalities are like two peas in a pod, I couldn't help but smile at them, 'I haven't seen grandpa Ken act like this in awhile.'

Kenneth's POV

So, my son still thinks he can take me on huh? Well, I'm not just about to lay down and take it!

I could practically feel my forehead pulse at the thought of losing here, and to my own kin no less, "Alright, first one to get 10 full baskets done, is the winner!" I told him pushing back against his forehead.

"Tch, I'll get all the way up to 20 baskets, so at least try to give me a challenge before you hit your expiration date!" He pushed back against me with his own forehead.

Oh it's ooon.

Applejack's POV

When did this become a competition between those two?

I heard a rustling next to me and saw that it was Big Mac, "Looks like ya got curious too huh?"

"Eyup." He stated without looking at me.

When I looked back at the comedic duo, you could practically see the sparks of rivalry fly between the two. Which was strange, cause earlier I could of sworn that those two were struggling just to lift those baskets, now it seems like they couldn't care less about what they were carrying.

"Ready." huh? Were they going to race now?

"Set." They couldn't really move very fast with those apples weighing them down.

Third person

"GOOOO!!!" Both father and son shouted at the same time before taking off at an almost impossible speeds, leaving only clouds of dust in their wake.

Applejack's POV

"W-WHAT THE!?" T-they took off so fast!

"Heheh." Wait, that didn't come from me, I looked over at Big Mac only to see that he was in as much shock as I was, if it wasn't him then-

"Those two really are just like each other, aren't they?" I looked behind me to see that it was, Granny Smith?

Dylan's POV

"So, it looks like you actually can keep up, even if I'm not going full out!" I stated while trying to rush past him to fill the next basket, but he still managed to match my pace.

"I can say the same thing! And who are you kidding, at this rate, you'll barely even be able to get 5 by the time I win!" He stated while we had both reached our next basket.

By the time we had both gotten to our 5th basket we were already at our 6th, then our 7th, 8th, 12th, 16th, 20th, 25th, 31st...

3 hours later...

"Huff, huff, are you-huff-ready to-huff-call it quits yet?" I couldn't even find the strength to crawl, they were empty words at this point, but I absolutely refuse to give up to my old man!

Kenneth's POV

"Huff, like-huff-hell, huff, I've still got-huff-more in-huff-the chamber." I can't even find the strength to move my arms, so it's a hollow gesture, but it'll be a cold day in hell before I let my boy surpass me like this!

Applejack's POV

3 hours, 3 whole hours they kept at it until they couldn't even move! But what really had me at a loss for words is that they were both still tied! How does something like that even happen?!

"Just how many baskets did they get?" Oh yeah, Applebloom had just finished up her 'cutiemark escapades with 'er friends awhile ago, and had proceeded to watch them go at it.

"Actually, I'm not too sur' mahself." I'd lost count around an hour ago.

To my surprise it was actually Big Mac who had an answer for us, "112, each." My eyes widened in shock, they had each gotten over a hundred baskets by themselves!?

Applebloom had made it more than clear how surprised she was, "But, that's more than 200 full baskets!"

"Eyup." Well, despite how surprised I am with those two, it doesn't look like they can keep at it.

"Well, I do believe it's high time to give em' a hand." Geez, I know how stubborn Granpa Ken is, but Dylan is almost as stubborn as me!

Third person

By the time the Apple trio had made their way over to help our two Rayson's, they had already passed out, and at the same time coincidentally, and proceeded to snore, much in the same way the Apple's themselves do, they had quite the laugh over this.

Dylan's POV

My eyes were heavy, and that grass had felt soooooo, comfy. I mean, who wouldn't just fall asleep right then and there? But I believe that I'd had enough rest, so imagine my surprise when I wasn't in the same spot that I had willfully fallen asleep at.

"Well good mornin' there sugar cube!" Huh? I looked towards where the voice came from, I saw that it was Applejack, why was she in a different set of clothes?

"Uhh, what do you mean morning? I was only resting for a few minutes, and why am I in a bed?" I asked her with a curious tone.

"Actually, you an' Grandpa Ken slept through supper, we tried to wake you two up, but you two are even more stubborn when it comes to sleepin'." As she explained this I couldnt help the heat of embarrassment from crossing over my face, so I just turned away from her and looked away in shame.

"I-I'm sorry!" I exclaimed with as much sincerity as I could give, I would have bowed, but for some reason I couldn't move, and everything was sore.

"Now whatchya' have ta' be sorry fer'?" She stated with a confused expression.

I looked back towards her and I didn't make an effort to hide my grief, "I came here to make amends for lying to you all, but instead I got distracted a goofed off with my dad, I'm really sorry it got so out of hand!" I told her how I saw the situation, and had my eyes shut tight, waiting for her to reprimand me in some way.

But her response was not something I was expecting, "Ehehe! Well, yer' 'goofin' off' as you put it got us more apples than we know what to do with!" She then put her hand on my head, much like one would with their siblings, at least from what I've seen in my world, she even had the smile one would give when trying to comfort a relative, "y'know, Grandpa Ken was right about you."

Now that got me confused, "What do you mean by that?" Now I want to know what my dad has said about me.

"He said that you'd do anything for yer' friends forgiveness, an' I'm startin' to see that it ain't no joke." O-oh, and just with that, the heat on my face returned, twofold.

Five minutes later...

After that little 'episode' Applejack had decided to introduce me to everyone else here, which is odd, you'd think I'd have gotten to know at least that big red guy, but no.

When we had arrived to, get, another area of her home, Applejack had, thankfully told me where everything is, as she was doing this I noticed my dad was peeling apples with a small, yellow, red-haired pony child, she was wearing faded blue overalls, with a light red short sleeved shirt, but the thing that stood out the most was the big red bow on the top of her head. All in all, she was adorable.

Anyways I decided to see if my dad needed any help. "Hey dad, how you feeling? Still sore from when I whooped your butt?" Well, I was going to ask, but my mouth thought differently.

"Ohoho, I do believe you're mistaken my son, you see, as I recall, it was I who pulverized you in our little warm-up." He stated as calm as can be, but I knew better, he was challenging me!

"Ehehe, well, you 'must' be getting old, because your memory seems to be lost to you!" I felt my forehead start to pulse, I picked up an apple, using my years of experience baking I smelled the apple to see if it was fresh, it was, good. My body may be sore, but my hands are just fine, and that's all I'll need in order to win!

Applebloom's POV

Ehh? What is this feeling? And why is Grandpa Ken gettin' so worked up?

"Hoh? So now you think my memory is all jumbled up is that it?!" I've only ever seen 'im get this excited whenever our whole family comes over. He and our uncles always get so, competitive.

Kenneth's POV

"Well, how do you think I meant it?" I watched him pick up one of the extra peelers.

"Oh, so you think you can out-peel your old man?" He may have gotten good at baking, but I'm the one who introduced him to it!

"The real question is, do you think you can keep up with those withered old hands of yours?" Hehe, he still hasn't changed, good.

"First one to have 30 apples peeled, wins!" I started to push him back with my head

He pushed back with his forehead, "I'll be able to get 50 apples peeled!" I felt my eye begin to twitch, you'll never surpass me!

Third person

As the Rayson duo clashed again, with barely any rest, the onlookers watched in bewilderment, as the two proceeded to peel hundreds of apples at blinding speeds, the only thought that went through their heads was 'There they go again.'

Apple Smith/Granny Smith's POV

I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face when I heard mah' husband make those sounds, the sounds he usually makes when he's competing against the rest of the Apple family.

I started to remember my husband saying how he and his son would always compete against each other, no matter how silly the matter was, and I've gotta say, everything he said about his son was true. I smiled at the thought of how similar that young man is to my Kenny, "Well, it sure didn't take long fer' that one to feel right at home."

Author's Note

I hope that you guys enjoy this read, and to be honest with the amount of time it took for these two chapters, compared to when I posted the others, there should have been way more than this, but I hope you guys enjoyed, and stay awesome!