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Another Chapter!!!???

Yes another chapter. DON’T ACT SO GODDAMN SURPRISED!!!

I’m just feeling extra saucy lately…..

“JEE-z Rarity! Easy with tha-THAT HURTS DAMMIT!!”

Rarity gave a squeak of surprise as the cold wet washcloth was slapped from her hoof. Thunderlane growled and shot up from the couch, walking the pain off towards the window. He rested his front hoof against the sill and sighed, closing his watering eyes. The fashionista behind him silently picked up the washcloth and set it on her coffee table. True the headbutt had been ferocious, but thankfully the pegasus’ skull was still in one piece. It was the burns from the little dragon’s magic flames that had taken the visible toll. Several patches of fur were seared from the colt’s face, but thankfully the flames had been extinguished before they had done any serious damage to the flesh beneath. Still, neither pony had any idea if the fur would actually grow back.

The pegasus slammed his hoof against the windowsill harshly, whirling around at the fashionista.

“Why didn’t you tell me that was the crazy apple-farmer’s brother!?”

Rarity opened her mouth but no words came out, she had never had a colt yell at her before. And honestly, over the last half hour Thunderlane had begun to scare her. Said colt marched forward, his nose only inches away from hers.

“The guy nearly takes my head off, AND YOU DIDN’T SAY A WORD TO STOP HIM!!”

Rarity closed her eyes, the colt shouting hard enough to flick saliva onto her face.

“What was I supposed to do? He wouldn’t have listened to me!” she cried, looking away from the furious stallion in front of her.

The colt backed away and slumped back down onto the couch, running his hoof up and down his face. Rarity simply backed away, taking his place near the window. She cast a glance out the window, thinking back to the events that had transpired almost an hour ago.

Poor little Spike, struggling in place as he was held down in the dirt. And she did absolutely nothing to stop the colt. Her colt.

“Look we gotta talk about the kind of people you hang out with,” Thunderlane sighed and dropped his hoof, his anger gone but replaced with annoyance, “I’m not mad I’m just…..worried.”

Rarity lowered her eyes and stepped forward, knowing what was coming.

“I don’t want to get my clock cleaned everyday over this nonsense. That mare was crazy and now I know her brother is crazy too.”

He stood and walked slowly toward her. The colt brought  Rarity’s face to eye-level with his hoof, pressing his nose against hers.

“You don’t need to go making friends with ponies like that. Not that mare, not that stallion, and especially not that dragon. They’re no good for you.” The colt’s eyelids drooped a bit as his mouth inched closer to hers. “They’re no good for us.”

Rarity leaned into the kiss, feeling the stallion’s mouth caress hers hungrily. Usually these powerful kisses of his made her melt, and cleared her mind of all things but the colt in front of her. But when she opened her eyes to meet his, all she could see was the large green orbs of a certain dragon. She remembered the way they looked well, each one welled up with tears as her colt crushed his face into the pavement. She remember the way they looked because she could have sworn he looked right into hers before he set Thunderlane’s face ablaze.

*SLAM*

Applejack nearly jumped from her seat, at first thinking that for whatever reason her oven had just exploded and the pie within had just bit the dust. She glared at Eiffel who walked through the door, his voice (as always) obnoxiously loud.

“Dude you have to tell me how you did that! I mean you just set that loser’s face on fire!! Too bad JuiceDrop wasn’t around,” He stopped to grab a leftover cupcake from the kitchen table and took a healthy bite, “the guy had a Cutie Mark for dunking ponies heads in toilets,”

Macintosh sighed and followed Eiffel through the doorway.

“Juicedrop was friends withn’ that colt, Thunderwhatsit,”

Eiffel made a face and looked back at Macintosh .

“Ew really? Suddenly Featherface just popped up six points higher on the jerkwad pyramid. Oh hey AJ, were you gonna eat that?”

The mare simply pushed the other cupcake toward Eiffel with her hoof, her eyes not leaving Macintosh.

“Come again? Who’s noggin’ got set on fire?”

Macintosh didn’t answer the mare, only nodded behind him to Spike who had been attempting to sneak past the stallion to the stairs. The little dragon sighed and stepped forward.

“I got into a fight with Rarity’s coltfriend. Aaaaannd I might have set his face on fire.”

Eiffel sputtered and sent bits of cupcake flying from his mouth.

“Fight nothin’, the guy just jumped him! Ya should have seen him, acting all big and bad,” The colt suddenly went quiet and made a face like he was about to say something deep, “betcha ten bits he was doing it to get laid.”

“What in tarnation!? Macintosh Apple-,” she paused to rush across the room, holding Spike’s face in her front hooves.

“L-look at this, how in the hay did you let that durn featherhead do this to him?” She slugged the lower portion of Macintosh’s leg, eliciting a groan from the large stallion.

“Oh he took care of it alright—,” Eiffel chuckled and picked at his teeth with a hoof. He wiggled his brow at Macintosh who had turned to glare at him.

“Well next time git there before the sucker manhandles him. Ooohh what’m I gonna tell Twilight?” AJ ran a hoof down her face as Spike pretended to be suddenly very interested in his feet.

“OOOoooo what is Twilight gonna do? She’s that unicorn with the mind bullets right?” Eiffel rubbed his hooves together as he spoke. “I sure hope Mac killed him when he hit him,”

Applejack raised her brow in acknowledgement. Sure Twilight would probably fry flyboy, but what about Rarity? As much as AJ didn’t want to admit it, nobody deserved to get on Twilight Sparkle’s bad side. Especially not a prissy, never-been-in-a-fight unicorn like Rarity.

She grabbed Spike by claw and led him up into the darkness of the second floor, leaving Macintosh and Eiffel alone in the kitchen. The large red stallion sighed and pulled back a chair to sit down. Slipping the yoke from around his neck, he set it down  next to the table. When he leaned back up he found him face to face with the blue colt.

“What’r you doin’?”

Eiffel simply pulled a face and leaned in closer, one of his hoofs brushing the larger stallions bangs away from his forehead.

“Did it hurt?” Genuine concern was etched into the voice of the usually jovial colt as he circled a hoof around the bruise that had begun to form on the stallion’s forehead.

“Prolly not as much as it hurt him,” the red stallion said quietly, looking away.

Eiffel frowned and was about to address the stallion further, but Macintosh was bought time by the buzzing of the oven AJ had left unattended. Eiffel sighed and dropped his hoof away from the stallion’s forehead and reached behind him for the oven door.

“Jes look at this, why I outta go down to the damn boutique and finish the job myself,” AJ said darkly as she gently pressed an icepack down onto the dragon’s temple.

“He was probably just trying to stick up for her, I mean I would probab-,” he was silenced by a glare from the mare.

“You ain’t like that varmint. Pickin’ on fellers littler than him, and that Rarity just egging it on,” she closed her eyes in disgust as she slipped her hat off onto the edge of the bed.

“She was scared Applejack, she didn’t even know what was going on until he was on top of me.” Spike said sincerely, locking eyes with the apple farmer. Applejack gave a sad sigh and let the dragon hold the icepack. She stood up and walked to her mirror.

“Still stickin’ up for her, even after her colt beats ya up, “ she turned to give Spike an amused look, “You’re some piece of work alright.” The mare chuckled as she turned back to her mirror. How was it that Rarity was so lucky?

She pulled her hair tie from her mane, letting her blond hair cascade freely over her shoulders.

“What are ya gonna tell Twilight?”  she asked in a soft voice.

Spike pulled the icepack away from his face, watching as the mare ran a hoof through her hair.

“I’m not going to,”

The mare looked at Spike’s reflection in the glass, watching his eyes as they traveled over her.

“An’ why’s that?”

“Because I don’t want to Twilight to hurt her,”

The mare smiled slowly, casting her eyes away from the dragon in the mirror. After all this, the dragon still cared about the snooty fashionista.

“Why is it that Rarity gets all the nice colts?”

Spike looked up from the spot on the floor he had let his eyes drop. Applejack was looking right at him.

“Here she had a colt who worked fer her, gave her jewels, took a beatin’ for her, and watched her walk away with some pegasus from down the road.” She turned and walked to the bedside, closing the distance between her and Spike. “An’ all I get is dumb-as-a-brick ponies knocking on my door,”

She pushed her nose in to touch Spike’s, the dragon paralyzed as the mare closed the distance. He could have counted every freckle on her face, had he not been staring into her eyes. The mare kept their gazes locked before she moved her mouth next to one of his spines she assumed was an ‘ear’.

“Why can’t I have a colt like you?” She leaned back a bit to lower her mouth down to his, feeling his warm breath against her lips.

Macintosh humored the colt and opened his mouth, accepting the spoonful of apple pie. The blue colt in front of him was apparently enjoying himself, as a soft smile was present on his face. Macintosh chewed slowly and looked back into the colt’s blue eyes. They’d be beautiful if they didn’t make him so damn nervous.

“Yunno, I was thinkin’….” Macintosh said after he swallowed the bite he had in his mouth.

“That’d I’d look great in AJ’s gala dress? Yeah, I thought so too,” Eiffel sucked his teeth audibly and smiled jokingly. Macintosh simply rolled his eyes, as was usual with the blue colt’s humor.

“I was actually thinkin’ maybe I’m gonna stay home a few day. Buck a few more trees afore’ the weekends,” Macintosh looked away from the colt’s accusing eyes. Eiffel sighed and put the spoon down.

“Look if you don’t want to do this anymore just tell me,” Eiffel reached forward and tilted Macintosh’s face toward his, “I’m not gonna be mad, I understand what’s expected of you here,” he finished quietly, giving the stallion a soft smile.

Macintosh let his eyes trail away as he nodded, hoping that he wouldn’t have to say aloud what was on his mind. Apparently the blue colt took the hint though, as Macintosh heard him sigh and scoot back in his chair.

“I guess I’ll just see you later then?” Eiffel looked at Macintosh one last time, watching the large red pony nod again but not return the look. The blue colt cleared his throat and excused himself, brushing his hoof on Macintosh’s shoulder as he passed by to walk through the door.

The next few moments were like déjà vu for the stallion. He knew what was going to happen, as it happened every time he tried to push the colt away.

‘Macintosh Apple, don’t you move a damn muscle. Don’t you do this again’

His father spoke loudly in a far corner of his mind, plain as the day he left him, AJ, and Applebloom for good.  He didn’t notice his hoof on the spoon Eiffel had left behind, nor did he notice that he had been forcing it deep into the wood of the table. Keeping his eyes closed and his head pointed at the ground, Macintosh listened to his father yell and curse at him, hoping it would be enough to keep him from following the colt this time. Enough for him to get his life back the way it was supposed to be.

But then he saw his mother smile. And Macintosh nearly turned the table over as he, once again, crashed through the door of his family’s home.

Eiffel was nearly to the end of the Sweet Apple Acres gates before he heard the stomp of hooves running behind him. He had barely turned around before Macintosh grabbed his mane with both hooves and forced him into one of those magical, deep kisses only his stallion could produce. The smaller colt wrapped his hooves invitingly around the larger stallion’s shoulders, as he felt his mind melt away once again. Macintosh shoved the blue colt against the gate of Sweet Apple Acres, forcing his body upright and leaning into him. Slipping his hooves down he gripped Eiffel by his flanks and lifted him easily against the gate, holding him in place as he let his instincts run wild.

He knew he would question himself in the morning. Dread the eyes of his sisters and grandmother as he went about work. But for now, the blue ones staring into his were all that mattered.

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