The first thing Twilight noticed when she entered the complex was how different it was from what she remembered, it still had that rustic look to it but the furniture was all different from what she remembered. The rocking chair Granny Smith regularly sat in was missing from the front porch, at the time she figured it was just a minor shift from what she was familiar. Now, seeing what the main room looked like, she could see the changes were a bit more than she had anticipated.

The room had two couches, one of which she was now sitting on, and three different chairs, none of which were a rocking chair. Twilight was confused, but she didn’t want to entirely show it. “I was under the impression you had all current generations in the same residence,” said Twilight as diplomatically as possible.”

“Well, we et least tried,” said the yellow stallion that identified himself as Bright Mac, “tha’ is until the fifth one came down the line.”

“We were starting to run out of room,” said Pear Butter, “so my pa and his ma decided to take up residence in the old Pear homestead, it’s just a short trot through the groves from here, and let us work on building up the family. Daddy’s not even sore about all the foals being Apples, for the time being, but we might start giving a few Pear names.”

Great, thought Twilight, AJ’s parents, I heard from her what they were supposed to be like, but to actually meet alternate versions of them is a little off-putting. The sound of a set of few sets of hooves pounding down the stair was soon heard. Twilight immediately prefaced the arrival of the coming ponies with, “So, who all is living here? I hear a few sets of hooves heading down the stairs.”

Right on cue Applejack, Apple Bloom, and two younger looking foals made their entrance. “Later, Ma, Pa, Ah’m gonna show our dragon benefactor around the groves,” said Applejack as she headed for the door.”

“He always requests her,” said Bright Mac as the orange mare made her way out the door, Twilight hadn’t managed to get a decent look at this version of Applejack’s cutie mark.

“As to answer your question,” said Pear Butter, “Aside from Applejack, who just went out to give Lord Spike his tour, we have Apple Bloom,” said yellow filly with a pink mane was dressed in a green plaid shirt and apple red overalls, and gave a courteous bow when she was introduced, “and the Twins, Spartan Apple and Rome Apple.” The twins giggled, both giving exaggerated bows. One had a bark brown coat with a mane that was apple green with streaks of apple red in it; the other had a coat that was the same shade of bark brown with an apple red with apple green streaks through it. Apple Bloom seemed to be about 12 years old, not much of an age difference from the one Twilight knew, and the twins seemed to be eight or nine years of age.

“Nice to meet you all,” said Twilight, “I heard about some of the obligations Big Macintosh has these days.”

“Can you tell us?” said all three youngsters in perfect unison, looked like they really liked following their big brother’s progress.

“I can’t say much,” said Twilight, “seeing as it pertains to an event a few months out from now, but we’re trying to get him as part of the entry ceremony for an event in the next four months or so.”

“Will Soarin be there?” Inquired Applejack’s mother with a conspiratorial tone, Twilight didn’t want to use the mare’s name again just yet.

“Yep, he’s going to be part of the same group as Macintosh,” said Twilight, why?”

“Oh, nothin’ much,” said Bright Mac, “Jackie just ‘as a bit of crush on Soarin,ez all.”

Twilight had noticed that about Applejack back home but the orange mare always changed the subject when that came up, looks like some things were consistent between realities. “I’m just curious,” said Twilight carefully, “does Spike know?”

“If he doesn’t, he will soon enough,” said Pear Butter, “now, how about we get to work on finding the Dragonlord a capable aide, I think we can come up with a few decent candidates.”

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“...an’ here ya can see tha Jonagold trees have some bigger, an’ possibly juicer, fruits from las’ time ya were here,” said Applejack as she was rounding out the tour, “an’ tha’ should bae jus’ abou’ everathing.”

“Not bad,” Spike as he took a sampling of the fruit and bit into it, he always liked admiring Applejack’s body during his tours. The orange mare had shapely legs, a toned core, defined abs, a well-toned rear that was just shapely enough to be more than a little attractive, a well-toned upper body, and generously sized bust that came out as a charming G-Cup. Today she was dressed in a red plaid shirt tied up under her breasts; he made sure to give her an expressed order that bras were forbidden to her use at all times, and a pair of cut-off jean shorts that were colored green and helped accentuate her legs. “But what I’m really interested is the special project I gave your farm, the one from five years ago, I’m looking forward to an update on the progress. Who knows, if I like what I see then I might do more than give you a ‘special’ thanks.”

Applejack quivered with at the mention of that, his ‘special’ thanks usually involved plowing her up against a tree, hard, and she enjoyed every moment of it. “O’ course, we ‘ave uh special part of tha grove set aside fer it, we needed ta make sure a unicorn wid a ring calibrated fer wards could add in some additional protection, some o’ tha fruit bats started gettin’ antsy when they noticed wut we were workin’ on.”

“Some of the bats tried to eat the seeds?”

“Yup, we managed to keep them from doin’ that, thank tha ancestors. But we also had subterranean varmits, lahke moles, coming aroun’ ta try an’ eat tha seeds befer we even ‘ad them en tha ground. And let me tell ya, once we found a unicorn that had a ring that was calibrated fer tha’ sort o’ thing, they were unwillin’ ta help, even after we dropped yer name and explained why need their services. Happened with three other unicorns as well, we finally found a unicorn that could do it and was willin’ ta work wid us on et. Ah think ‘er name had somethin’ ta do with the night sky, et started wid ‘Star’ but ah don’ entirely know ‘er name since Ah was in such a tizzy et tha time.”

“Where is she now?”

“Ah think she left wid mah brother, she was passin’ through town at aroun’ tha same time ‘e was visitin’ us from his new farm.”

“I know the place,” said Spike as they came up on a wooden fence and gate with silver and brass filigree adorning it, “looks like it wasn’t cheap to set up either.”

“Which is why we billed all tha expenses fer tha project ta ya,” said Applejack with a smirk as she opened the gate for Spike, “we tried jus’ plantin' tha seeds in tha soil ‘roun’ ‘ere, didn’ take.”

“That’s troublesome,” said Spike with an annoyed quirk in his voice, “good thing I also sent you those soil samples as well.”

“Yup, looks lhake once et takes root in tha ‘crystal soil’ all tha way ta sapling abou’ yay big,” Applejack made a gesture of something between one and two feet in size with her hands, “et can bae planted anywhere, but we suspect et won’t work wid the more matured plants as well as tha saplings.”

“It’s a start,” said Spike as they came to a stop before a crystal berry bush. He then looked over to see a crystal apple tree growing crystal Fuji apples a pear tree growing crystal Anjou pears. “I see the soil samples also allowed for new breeds of produced as well.”

“Yup,” said Applejack, “What ya think?”

Spike went over and pulled a sample from each tree and took a few bites of each fruit, he gave an uneasy look before saying, “A good first attempt, but it looks like these fruit trees needed a little more time in the ‘crystal soil’ as for the berries,” he took a few samples and plopped them in his mouth and chewed a bit, “they seem to be within the acceptable margin, I’ll send word to Ember about your accomplishments here. Now, prepare yourself.”

Applejack complied by removing all her attire, in a fluid motion, she was already showing signs of being wet. A moment later Applejack was braced up against the crystal apple tree being sexually dominated by Spike, which meant he was also double penetrating her with his twin penises. He pounded her, in and out, over and over, against the tree. She screamed a primal cry of ecstasy as he continued to pound her against the tree, her gloriously large bosom bouncing to a rhythm and tempo Spike was playing through her body.

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Twilight heard an erotic cry of ecstasy from where she was sitting, the Apples had at least helped her add a few more ponies to the list, only two of which were family to them, and had even given her lunch, a mushroom, broccoli, and carrot soup with apple pie with extra cinnamon for dessert, all washed down with some crisp, clear apple juice. “That’s not a sound you normally hear on a produce farm,” said Twilight with surprise.

“Just Lord Spike givin’ Applejack her ‘special’ thanks,” said Bright Mac dismissively.

“It almost always happens when he visits us,” said Pear Butter, “nothing out of the ordinary.”

For you all, thought Twilight, but for me, this is getting a bit too outside my comfort zone. “Thanks again,” said Twilight, doing her best to hide her discomfort, “I’ll pass along everything you said needs to and we’ll see what happens from there.”

Author's Note

And we just got a look at the alternate version of Sweet Apple Acres.