TwiMacVerse Part 3: The Apple of My Bulls Eye

Chapters

Chapter 2: Visiting Twilight
Chapter 3: Heading to the Farm
Chapter 4: A Tour of Ponyville and Feelings
Chapter 5: A Moment With TwiMac
Chapter 6: Not Having Any Fun
Chapter 7: Feelings of Confusion
Chapter 8: Pinkie's New Look
Chapter 9: Reunion Part 1
Chapter 10: Reunion Part 2
Chapter 11: Dinner
Chapter 12: A Lovely Stroll
Chapter 13: A Night in the Barn
Chapter 14: The Early Morning Routine
Chapter 15: Early Morning Conflict
Chapter 16: Advice from the Cakes
Chapter 17: Making Plans
Chapter 18: A Moment With RarSeed
Chapter 19: Gym Class
Chapter 20: Back to the Library and Back to Work
Chapter 21: Back at the Farm
Chapter 22: At the Construction Site
Chapter 23: Double Celebration
Chapter 24: Pinkie & Braeburn's Date
Chapter 25: Makeover!
Chapter 26: A.J. & Mal's Date
Chapter 27: A Lot of Stuff Happens
Chapter 28: The Moment You've All Been Waiting For
Epilogue: A Little Extra
Chapter 1: Arrival from the Friendship Express

Chapter 2: Visiting Twilight

Applejack and the others arrived at the Golden Oaks Library, so that Braeburn could say hello to his pregnant cousin in law. The orange apple bucker was still in a bit of a mood because of Braeburn’s decision to bring Mal along. Big Macintosh knocked on the door.

“Honey, we’re here,” exclaimed Big Macintosh.

The door opened to reveal Spike, Twilight’s trusted assistant.

“A dragon,” said a surprised Mal. “Gotta say, didn’t expect to see that.”

“Oh yeah, ah plum forgot to tell ya bout Spike,” said Braeburn. “This little guy helps out Twilight around her library and other jobs.”

“Hey Braeburn,” exclaimed Spike. “It’s really great to see you again. Who’s your friend?”

“This here’s Mal,” said Braeburn. “He’s my best friend in the whole world.”

“Never seen a dragon before,” said Mal. “You’re a tiny feller.”

“He’s only a baby,” said Fluttershy.

“I’m not a baby anymore,” exclaimed Spike. “I just haven’t grown much.”

“Give it time little guy,” said Mal. “Believe it or not, ah used to be the runt in my family.”

“Wow, really,” said Spike. “Your bigger than Big Macintosh!”

“Can we come in already,” said Applejack, getting annoyed.

“Oh sure, sorry,” said Spike. “Twilight’s sitting on the couch.”

They all walked in to greet the pregnant librarian unicorn. For the last few months she began sleeping on the couch to avoid having to use the stairs, and it would make things a lot easier should she need to go to the hospital.

“Hey everypony,” said Twilight. “It’s great to see you all.”

“It’s certainly great to see you, Mrs. Apple,” exclaimed a proud Braeburn. “My cousin here couldn’t have married a finer mare in all of Equestria!”

“Thank you very much, Braeburn,” said Twilight, blushing a little. “It’s wonderful to see you again. I’d get up, but…”

“Now, don’t you worry bout that,” said Braeburn. “Ah completely understand ya needin to rest. Why ah remember when mah mama was pregnant. Looked like she was smugglin a pumpkin under her dress!”

“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” Said Mal, tipping his hat.

“Oh right,” said Braeburn with an embarrassed tone. “This here is mah best friend, Malady Wesson. But you can call him Mal.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mal,” said Twilight.

“You as well, Mrs. Apple,” said Mal.

“Twilight will due just fine,” said Twilight.

“Alright then, Twilight,” said Mal with a wink and a smile. “Ah heard you were a looker. But, ah had no idea just how beautiful you really were.”

“Oh, well, thank you,” said Twilight, now blushing. “You certainly are a gentle colt.”

“It won’t last,” said Applejack.

“Don’t mind Janalusca,” said Mal with a sly grin. “She just doesn’t care for me because ah used to be a bit of a bully to her when we were youngens.”

“Ah done told ya not to call me that, Malady” exclaimed Applejack.

“And ah done told ya ah’ll stop callin ya that when ya start callin me Mal,” said Mal smugly.

“I see you know Applejack’s given name,” said Twilight.

“Of course,” said Mal. “Ah’ve been close to the Apple Family my entire life. Mah grand pappy is good friends with Granny Smith.”

“Have you been to Ponyville before,” asked Twilight.

“No, ma’am,” said Mal. “But, Macintosh and Janalusca have visited Appleoosa many times, and Granny Smith joined them back in her more mobile days.”

“I see,” said Twilight. “Do you help Braeburn at his ranch?”

“Ah sure do,” said Mal. “Shame ah didn’t meet you and yer friends back when ya’ll visited. Ah was busy helping out my pa at one of our factories.”

“What does your father do,” asked Twilight.

“My family manufactures projectiles,” said Mal.

“You’re a member of that Wesson family,” said Twilight.

“Yes ma’am,” said Mal with a proud smile.

“Mighty impressive,” said Twilight.

“So, Twilight,” interrupted Braeburn. “Do ya’ll know what yer havin? Filly or colt?”

“It’s actually hard to tell with unicorns,” said Twilight. “Because our natural magic tends to block ultrasounds. But from the pokes, I’m certain I’m having a unicorn.”

“Makes sense,” said Braeburn. “We don’t have many unicorns in the Apple family; be mighty refreshin.”

“We’ll know in about three months,” said Big Macintosh with a proud smile.

“I’ll be so glad when that day comes,” said Twilight. “There have been some advantages to the pregnancy. An excuse to eating more, and being pampered is always nice. But the cramps and morning sickness are getting old.”

“It’s just so super duper exciting that we’re gonna have a little foal in our group,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “Maybe Rainbow Dash or Fluttershy will be the next ones to have a baby!”

“I doubt Rainbow Dash will be trying to get pregnant anytime soon, Pinkie dear,” said Rarity. “Since she only just joined the Wonderbolts. I can’t speak for Fluttershy though.”

“Oh well…um,” said Fluttershy nervously as usual. “Snowflake and I have been trying…”

“Wonderful,” said Rarity.

“What about you,” Pinkie Pie asked Rarity.

“I prefer to be married first before trying to have a foal,” said Rarity. “Luckily, I’ll be an honest mare pretty soon.”

“Who’s the lucky stallion,” asked Mal. “Whoever he is, he’s one lucky colt.”

“Ah sure am,” said Hayseed with a proud smile.

“You,” said Mal, quite shocked.

“That’s right,” said Rarity. “And I’m quite lucky to have him in my life.”

“This family is popular,” said Mal with a chuckle. “Hey, Braeburn, you should try going out with the pink one.”

Braeburn and Pinkie both blushed at Mal’s remark.

“Do you have a special somepony, Pinkie,” asked Mal.

“Nah,” exclaimed Pinkie. “I don’t really have time for that kinda stuff. But it’s ok, have a lot of fun with my friends!”

“Friends and family are nice an all,” said Mal. “But havin somepony special is a very good feeling as well.”

“What the hay would you know about that,” said Applejack.

“Ah’ll have you know that ah’ve been in serious relationships,” said Mal. “Nothing too recent, mind you, but ah do believe in romance and all that mushy stuff.”

“Sure yah do,” scoffed Applejack.

“So, Pinkie,” said Braeburn. “When can yah give me a tour of this here town?”

“Anytime you want,” exclaimed Pinkie. “I guess I didn’t really get a chance on our way from the train station; sorry about that.”

“No need to be sorry,” said Braeburn. “I was eager to say hello to my cousin in law.”

“Cousin in law,” said Twilight with a bit of confusion.

“Of course,” said Braeburn. “Yah married my cousin; so that makes you my cousin in law! Yer now officially kin in my eyes!”

“So glad to hear that,” said Twilight. “Are all your family members this excited by new family members?”

“Well ah tend to get a little over enthusiastic ah spose,” said Braeburn with a little embarrassment.

“Nothing wrong with enthusiasm,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “And new family members are always super exciting fun time go! I wish my sisters would me somepony special! I wanna be an aunt!”

“Don’t wanna be a mama, yerself,” asked Mal.

“Well, maybe some day,” said Pinkie, starting to blush.

There was an awkward moment of silence after Mal’s remark.

“Hey cousins,” said Braeburn. “Mind if Pinkie here gives me a tour of the town today?”

“Nope,” said Big Macintosh. “We don’t really need to start getting to work till tomorrow anyway.”

“Go right ahead, Braeburn,” said Applejack. “Care to join them…Mal?”

“Well ah am quite shocked,” said Mal. “You used my nickname.”

“If it’ll stop ya from calling me by my given name,” said Applejack with annoyance.

“While a tour of this lovely town sounds nice, Applejack,” said Mal with a grin. “Ah think ah’ll join you back on the farm. Ah’ve never had a chance to see Sweet Apple Acres. Will you be joining us, Big Mac?”

“Nope,” said Big Macintosh. “Not till tomorrow. Till then, gonna stay here with Twilight.”

“Then Applejack and ah can have a nice little walk together on our way to the farm,” said Mal.

“Fantastic,” said Applejack with obvious sarcasm.

Chapter 3: Heading to the Farm

Applejack and Mal made their way towards Sweet Apple Acres; Applejack continued to have a sour look on her face.

“What’s with the long face, sugar cube,” asked Mal.

Applejack rarely had anypony else call her sugar cube; and she especially didn’t like hearing it come from Mal. It caused her to blush.

“Ya’ll know exactly what ah’m upset about,” said Applejack.

“Yer still all upset about me bein a bit goofy with you when we were little,” asked Mal with a chuckle.

“A bit goofy,” exclaimed Applejack. “A bit goofy?! Ya made mah life miserable when ah was a filly! Every time I visited Braeburn as a kid, ya always teased me, picked on me, threw things at me!”

“We were kids,” chuckled Mal. “Kids do stupid things.”

“It didn’t end there,” exclaimed Applejack. “Even when we got older, an got our cutie marks yah still bullied me!”

“That wasn’t bullying,” said Mal.

“Then what in the hay do you call it,” exclaimed Applejack.

“Well where ah come from, we call that flirting,” said Mal with a sly smile.

Applejack blushed at that remark.

“Y-yer gonna try to excuse yer behavior fer flerting,” fumbled Applejack.

“Aint no excuse, darlin,” said Mal. “Guess ya aren’t colts enough to know that we tend to tease the fillies we fancy.”

“F-fancy,” said Applejack. “You teased me back then because you had a crush on me?”

Mal got a bit closer to Applejack’s face.

“Had? There aint no had, sugar cube,” said Mal. “Why do ya think ah came along with Braeburn?”

“C-cuz he’s yer best friend, and you like annoying me,” said Applejack.

“Now come on, ya aint that naïve,” said Mal with a smug smile. “Ah never stopped crushin on ya, darlin. You were a cute little filly growin up. Ah figured at this point, you’d have grown up to be a fine lookin mare. My assumptions were correct.”

Applejack turned bright red and her heart began to thump a mile a minute. She never really thought of Mal in that capacity, what with him picking on her as kids. Now he comes out with saying he always liked her. She was rarely this close to him, and she hated to admit it to herself, but he had grown into a handsome stallion. She shook her head back to her senses.

“Oh please,” exclaimed Applejack. “Ah aint gonna fall fer that load of bull!”

Applejack continued to walk ahead of Mal.

“Ya’ll filled out that hat nicely,” said Mal. “And the apple bucking has done wonders fer ya too.”

“N-no more talkin,” exclaimed Applejack nervously.

“Whatever ya say,” said Mal.

They finally made it to Sweet Apple Acres, where Granny Smith was sitting on the porch in her rocking chair.

“Hey Granny,” exclaimed Applejack.

“Huh, wah, oh Applejack,” said Granny Smith. “Yer back from the train station ah see…say, who’s the fine lookin stallion with you?”

“Ah don’t know who you mean,” said Applejack annoyingly.

“Yer kiddin right,” said Granny Smith. “He’s standing right behind ya. Feller is bigger than Big Macintosh. An he’s been checkin ya out the whole time.”

Applejack turned around to see Mal was indeed looking at her; though he turned his head nonchalantly as if he wasn’t. Applejack went red again.

“That’s Malady Wesson, Granny,” said Applejack.

“Well, ah’ll be," exclaimed Granny Smith, going wide eyed. “Lil ol Mal Wesson!”

Granny Smith got up from her rocking chair to get a closer look at Mal.

“Mah mah, have ya grown,” exclaimed Granny. “An ya’ll used to be the runt in yer family! How’s yer pappy doin by the way?”

“Pappy Wesson is doin just fine, Granny,” said Mal. “Not quite as spritely as he once was. But, we can’t all be as angelic as yerself.”

“Ya always were a charmer, Mal,” blushed Granny Smith.

“Give me a break,” said Applejack.

“Pappy Wesson and Granny Smith go way back, as you know Applejack“ said Mal. “Did ya know that mah daddy was named after yer Granny?”

“Ah may have heard that at some point,” said Applejack, trying to act like she had no idea of that little tidbit.

“Since Macintosh no longer lives here, you and Braeburn can sleep in his old room while here,” said Granny Smith.

“That’s mighty kind of ya, Granny,” said Mal. “Ah’ll go in now to unpack.”

Mal walked into the household of the Apple family, leaving Applejack and Granny Smith out on the porch.

“He certainly has grown,” commented Granny Smith again.

“Ah spose,” said Applejack.

“An ah see he still fancies you, sugar cube,” said Granny Smith offhandedly.

“Still,” exclaimed Applejack. “What the hay do ya mean by that?!”

“Ah aint that old, Applejack,” said Granny Smith. “Ah figured it was always obvious he fancied you. Colts tend to tease the fillies they like. Heck, yer grampa was always teasin and tuggin at my ponytails when ah was around yer age, befer we really started courtin. In fact, Carter was the very same when he met Bella Donna.”

Applejack didn’t hear Granny Smith talk about her parents often. It always managed to make tug at her heart.

“Yer a lot like Carter, ya know,” said Granny Smith.

“Really,” asked Applejack.

“Eeyup,” said Granny Smith. “Stubborn as a mule, and not easy to express yer romantic feelins.”

“Ah don’t have any romantic feelins,” exclaimed Applejack. “Ah can’t stand Malady Wesson!”

“Ah never said it was Mal you were havin romantic inklings fer,” said Granny Smith coyly. “But there aint nothin wrong with that. He’s a fine, young stallion.”

“He is anything but that,” exclaimed Applejack. “He’s stubborn, narcissistic, a smart mouth…”

“And good lookin,” interrupted Granny.

“Drop dead gorgeous,” exclaimed Applejack, who immediately turned bright red. “You set me up, Granny!”

“You said it, sugar cube, not me,” laughed Granny Smith. “Ah think ah’m gonna go take a nap now.”

Granny Smith walked back into the house, and Applejack followed. The orange mare made her way upstairs towards her room. Mal had the guest room door open.

“Looks like our rooms are right next to each others,” said Mal.

“That used to be Big Macintosh’s room,” said Applejack. “He’s livin at the library now, as ah’m sure ya already knew.”

“Nice to see how dedicated he is to both the farm and his lovely wife,” said Mal.

“Twilight’s a great friend,” said Applejack. “Ah’m real glad she’s part of the family.”

“This is a nice family to be a part of,” said Mal. “Maybe some day ah’ll be closer to this family than just association.”

“Don’t know who’d be crazy enough to marry you,” said Applejack.

“Ah could say the same about you,” smiled Mal. “But ah think ah could handle it.”

Applejack tried to make a comeback, but all she could do what get flustered and she ran into her room.

“This is gonna be a fun couple a months,” said Mal.

Inside Applejack’s room.

“This is gonna be a long couple a months,” said Applejack.

Chapter 4: A Tour of Ponyville and Feelings

Pinkie Pie took Braeburn all over Ponyville, showing him ever single site she could think of.

“This is Rarity’s shop, the Carousel Boutique,” said Pinkie Pie. “This is where she makes all her fancy clothes for ponies all over Equestria. She’s made mine and my friend’s gowns for the Grand Galloping Gala, and did all the dresses for the Royal Wedding of Princess Cadence and Shining Armor!”

“Well ah’ll be,” said Braeburn in surprise.

“She also makes special jewel studded outfits for pop sensation, Sapphire Shores,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

“No way,” said a shocked Braeburn.

“Big super duper way,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

“That’s amazin,” exclaimed Braeburn. “Ah knew she made stuff fer the princess for fancy occasions. But ah had no idea she also made outfits for celebrities!”

“She sure does,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie then took Braeburn to the town market place.

“This is where most ponies come to do their sales,” said Pinkie Pie. “Mostly fruits and veggies, like Applejack with her apples of course, and Rarity will come here to collect fabrics for various projects. Though, I guess this is nothing new, since you have markets back in Appleoosa.”

“True, but markets tend to vary from town to town,” said Braeburn.

“I guess you have a point there,” said Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie proceeded to show Braeburn the schoolhouse, town hall, the various houses, Fluttershy’s cottage with her many animals, and finally Pinkie’s place of work.

“And the best location of all,” continued Pinkie Pie. “Sugarcube Corner! Home to the most delicious pastries in all of Ponyville! We have the ribbons and trophies to prove it!”

Pinkie took Braeburn into the bakery to show off the various goodies it had to offer. The aromas immediately took over Braeburn’s sense.

“Well golly,” exclaimed Breaburn. “That certainly is a heavenly smell! I could live in a place like this.”

“I do live here,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie with a big grin. “I sleep in the spare room above the bakery. My employers and tenants, Mr. and Mrs. Cake also live here along with their twin ponies, Pumpkin and Pound Cake. Ooh, wait, I’ll introduce you!”

Pinkie Pie sped off and almost instantly came back with Mr. and Mrs. Cake and the Cake twins.

“Breaburn Apple, meet Carrot Cake, Cup Cake, owners of Sugarcube Corner,” Pinkie Pie introduced. “And this is their son, Pound Cake and daughter, Pumpkin Cake. Mr. and Mrs. Cake, this is Applejack‘s cousin, Braeburn Apple, from Appleoosa.”

“Pleasure to meet ya,” said Braeburn.

“Likewise,” said Mr. and Mrs. Cake together.

Braeburn, like any other pony, noticed something different about the Cake twins.

“Hey, how come one’s a unicorn and the other’s a pegasus,” asked Braeburn.

“Distant family genetics,” Carrot Cake said nervously, afraid that Braeburn wouldn’t believe it as many others didn’t.

“Sounds reasonable to me,” said Braeburn. “Genetics can throw ya a wild card from time to time. Ah’m from a family of mostly earth ponies, but ah got a distant cousin who’s a pegasus. Yer youngans are awfully cute, too!”

“Thank you very much,” said Mrs. Cake. “They’re a hoof full, but still our pride and joy.”

“Aw heck, every kid has their wild moment,” said Braeburn. “Celestia knows I used to be a pretty wild colt back in the day.”

“So what brings you to Ponyville,” asked Mr. Cake.

“Here to help out mah cousins at Sweet Apple Acres,” said Braeburn. “Twilight’s far along, as ya’ll probably know, so Big Macintosh wants to make sure he’s there for her as much as possible. Ah brought my best buddy along with me as well, fer some extra help. But we didn’t plan to do any work today, so ah figured ah’d have Pinkie Pie here give me a tour of Ponyville.”

“That’s very noble of you,” said Mrs. Cake.

“They are mah kin,” said Braeburn. “Family sticks together!”

“He’s quite the colt, Pinkie,” said Mrs. Cake. “You certainly know how to pick them.”

Pinkie went a little red from Mrs. Cake’s remark.

“Oh, well, um, he’s just a friend you know,” fumbled Pinkie Pie.

“Yeah, just friends,” said Braeburn, also turning red.

“Can’t have too many friends,” commented Mr. Cake. “We should probably get back to the kitchen now. Very nice meeting you, Braeburn.”

Mr. and Mrs. Cake, along with the twins, went back into kitchen area of the bakery, leaving Pinkie and Braeburn alone.

“Well this has been a fun day,” said Braeburn. “Whatcha wanna do now?”

“Oh, whatever you wanna do,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Well ah can’t really think of anything in particular,” said Braeburn. “So you think of somehthin.”

“Well nothing is fine with me,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Don’t ya ever do things fer yerself,” said Braeburn.

“Well, sure I do,” said Pinkie Pie. “I'll go see what my friends are doing…”

“Well, that aint the same,” interrupted Braeburn. “When was the last time ya just did somethin fer yerself?”

“Um, well, I never really thought about it,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Ah mean, sure, doin things with friend is nice an all,” said Braeburn. “But sometimes ya gotta do what makes ya happy.”

“Well, doing things for others makes me happy,” said Pinkie Pie.

“That’s nice an all,” said Braeburn. “But, does that give you time fer other things?”

“Like what,” asked Pinkie Pie.

“Like romance,” said Braeburn.

“I don’t really have anypony special,” said Pinkie Pie. “I guess I haven’t really looked. Then again, there aren’t nearly as many male ponies as there are female, and most of them have been spoken for by my friends.”

“What about out of town ponies,” asked Braeburn.

“Don’t know a lot of those,” said Pinkie Pie. “I guess there’s you. But we’re just friends.”

“Would you mind bein more than that,” asked Braeburn, with total seriousness.

“Are…are you serious,” asked Pinkie Pie, getting very wide eyed from Braeburn’s question.

“Pinkie…ah’ve had some feelins fer ya fer quite a while now,” said Braeburn. “Yer a really energetic mare. Yer really nice, love to help out others, love parties and celebratin, and if you don’t mind me sayin, yer alos mighty pretty.”

“How come you never said anything before,” asked Pinkie Pie.

“Ah never thought ah’d really get to say these things to ya,” said Braeburn. “Once Applejack asked fer mah help, ah knew it would be an opportunity to tell ya how ah felt. Ah’m not sayin we need to start being special someponies right away. Ah’m an old fashioned kinda colt an ah’m all about courtin and gettin to know ya an everyting. So…would ya like to go out with me sometime while ah’m here?”

Pinkie Pie had never been asked out before. She figured most colts didn’t think she was approachable because of her hyperactive nature. It didn’t really bother her though, because she found plenty of fun things to do besides go out on dates. She didn’t know Braeburn as well as the ponies in town, but she knew he was a really nice pony; and he also liked greeting ponies and throwing parties.

“Uh, Pinkie,” asked Braeburn.

“I’d love to go out with you sometime,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

“Fantastic,” exclaimed Braeburn. “Not sure when ah’ll be free though. There’s gonna be a lot of farm work for the next few weeks.”

“Well, I can help you out on the farm some,” said Pinkie Pie. “We can talk while working, and then later have a proper date!”

“Sounds like a mighty fine idea,” said Braeburn. “Ah should probably head back to the farm now. Applejack is probably getting annoyed with Mal, and she probably wants to go over some plans on what we’re gonna do on the farm. Ya can come by tomorrow if ya like.”

“If I’m free,” said Pinkie Pie. “I have this job of course, and I foalsit the twins.”

“No problem,” said Braeburn. “Whenever either of us is free, lets have one of us stop by the farm or here and see what we can do from there.”

“Okie dokie lokie,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

“Ah’ll see ya around, Pinkie,” said Braeburn nervously, turning bright red.

“Have a good one, Braeburn,” said Pinkie, also turning red.

Soon as Braeburn was out of the bakery, Pinkie started bouncing off the walls in excitement.

“Ohmygoshohmygosohmygosh,” she exclaimed. “My very first date ever! I can’t believe it! This is super duper extra special fantastic awesome fun time go!”

Chapter 5: A Moment With TwiMac

Big Macintosh sat on the couch in the reading area of the Golden Oaks Library, next to his very pregnant wife Twilight. Since finding out his wife is pregnant, Big Macintosh wanted to cut as much work time at Sweet Apple Acres as possible. Naturally, Twilight didn’t let her husband start this right away, only letting him cut back his hours when she was farther along. He did all he could to make sure that his wife was as comfortable as possible. He had some experience in waiting on pregnant mares, since he helped out a lot when his mother was pregnant with his sisters. Twilight appreciated the help, and while she was glad to have him around, she could tell he was a bit antsy from lack of his usual work. It was understandable, Big Macintosh had been a workhorse his entire life, and when his parents died he had to take on multiple responsibilities of doing farm work, looking after his sisters, and handling the books. He may not have looked it, but Big Mac was very good at math.

“Doing ok,” asked Twilight.

“Eeyup,” said Big Mac.

“Not bored are you,” asked Twilight.

“Nope,” said Big Mac. “Why would ah be?”

“Well, you seem a bit antsy,” said Twilight. “I figured it’s from lack of things to do. I doubt you’ve had this much time off…ever.”

“Ah’m more antsy from anticipation,” said Big Mac. “Ah mean, ah’m gonna be a father! It’s a crazy feelin. Know what ah mean.”

“You have a very good point,” said Twilight. “I never really imagined I’d be a mother. Oh sure I’ve thought about it, I’m sure most ponies do, but it’s so much different when it’s actually happening.”

“Eeyup,” said Big Macintosh.

“I must look so dumpy right now,” said Twilight.

“Why would ya say that,” asked Big Mac.

“Look at me,” said Twilight. “I’ve gotten so huge.”

“You could never not be beautiful, Twilight,” said Big Mac.

“You’re so corny,” giggled Twilight.

“But ah mean it,” said Big Mac with a warm smile.

“Of course you do,” said Twilight.

“Ah remember when mah mama was pregnant with Applejack,” said Big Mac. “Ah was a little younger than Apple Bloom. At the time, it was so amazin to me how big her belly was gettin over time. Then there was the day she was born, ah couldn’t believe how tiny she was. Did ya know she was born on the farm?”

“No, I didn’t,” said Twilight.

“One day, mama just went into labor,” began Big Mac. “We got her into the cart, but it was clear that there wasn’t time to get to the hospital.”

“Oh my,” said Twilight.

“Eeyup,” said big Mac. “Granny Smith ended up deliverin Applejack. She wrapped her up an placed her in a an almost empty basket of apples. She was so tiny, and her coat and mane were both real frizzy. And despite bein only a few minutes old, she immediately tried munchin on an apple.”

Twilight let out a giggle from that, and Big Macintosh joined her.

“An apple lover from birth, eh,” commented Twilight.

“Eeyup,” said Big Macintosh. “It was at one of our family reunions where we learned she had the appetite of a full grown stallion, when at barely a year old she downed a whole plate of apple fritters. Needless to say, we made sure to have extra food from then on.”

The couple shared another laugh.

“Do you think your parents would have had more children,” asked Twilight. “If they hadn’t…well you know.”

“Ah think so,” said Big Mac. “Ah’m from a big family, after all. It’s a very important thing in mah family.”

“I don’t really have a large family,” said Twilight. “Then again, it’s not always easy for unicorns to have children. A lot of things factor into it. Such as surges of magic and even the horn of the baby.”

“Ah didn’t know that,” said Big Mac.

“It’s mainly a problem with unicorn couples,” said Twilight. “I’ve been told that there’s less risk with mixed couples.”

“Do ya ever wish you married a unicorn,” asked Big Mac.

“I don’t care about that sort of thing,” said Twilight. “I love you because of you. You’re honest, gentle, and a hard worker. You’re a fantastic husband, Macintosh, and you’ll be a fantastic father.”

“Thank you, Twilight,” said Big Mac. “You’ll be a fantastic mama.”

“That I’m not so sure about,” said Twilight.

“Ah am,” said Big Mac. “Yer the sweetest, smartest pony ah know.”

“But my social skills aren’t the best,” said Twilight.

“You doubt yerself too much,” said Big Mac. “You’ve taken care of Spike most of yer life haven’t ya?”

“Well sure,” said Twilight.

“Then you know what it’s like to take care of another life,” said Big Mac. “Sure, these days you two have more of a brother sister relationship. But startin out, when he was just a real tiny fella, you were the closest thing he had to a mama.”

“I never really thought about it that way,” said Twilight. “I certainly never thought of him as a pet. But, I never thought of him being my baby or anything like that.”

“He’s lucky to have had you in his life,” said Big Mac. “As lucky as ah am to have you in mine.”

“And I’m so lucky to have you in my life,” said Twilight. “I love you so much, Big Macintosh.”

“Ah love you, Twilight,” said Big Macintosh.

The two then shared a passionate kiss; they knew that they would always be happy together. Despite marriage and a foal on the way, it always felt like they were still courting, learning new things about each other every day. As far as anypony else was concerned, they were the happiest couple in all of Equestria.

Chapter 6: Not Having Any Fun

Rainbow Dash and her husband/manager, Bookworm, had relocated to the sky city of Cloudsdale so Rainbow Dash would be able to easily train with the Wonderbolts. Within a few months of joining them, the cerulean mare had become the star attraction of the greatest flyers in Equestria. Naturally, her biggest move in her routine was the Rainboom Kaboom. She had originally worried that the side effects from her accident several months prior was just going to be temporary. But close to a year later, her eyes were still changing colors every second and she was still able to perform a Sonic Rainboom pretty much on command. She and Bookworm had been married a little over five months now, and both were flourishing in their careers. Bookworm managed to live in Cloudsdale thanks to a special set of enchanted horseshoes, which allowed him to walk on the clouds. Although, despite the massive success, Rainbow Dash didn’t seem to be her usual lively self outside her shows.

“What’s the matter, honey,” asked Bookworm.

“I don’t know,” said Rainbow Dash. “I just feel like something’s missing. I mean, I don’t know what. I’m living my dream for Celestia’s sake! I’m a Wonderbolt! Top that off with the fact that I’m married to the greatest stallion ever!”

“Aw, thanks,” said Bookworm. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Don’t I know it,” said Rainbow Dash smugly. “But, I just feel…I don’t know.”

“Maybe you just miss your friends,” suggested Bookworm.

“That’s a good point,” said Rainbow Dash. “I haven’t seen them in what feels like forever! I don’t even know how long it’s been.”

“I think Twilight was only three months along in her pregnancy,” said Bookworm.

“How far along is she now,” asked Rainbow Dash.

“I would guess close to eight months now,” said Bookworm.

“Oh wow,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash. “I don’t think I’ve ever gone that long without seeing them! Do we have any free time coming up?”

“Let me check,” said Bookworm. “According to my planner…we have some time off coming up in about a week.”

“Awesome,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash. “Then we gotta make a trip to Ponyville! No way I’m gonna miss the birth of Twilight’s kid!”

“Great,” said Bookworm. “But, do you think Spitfire will be ok with us leaving?”

“I don’t care what she thinks,” said Rainbow Dash. “My friends are the closest thing I have to a family. Besides, how can they say no to their star attraction?”

Rainbow Dash went to go talk to Wonderbolt captain, Spitfire.

“Are you out of mind,” exclaimed Spitfire.

“What’s the big deal,” asked Rainbow Dash. “It’s not like we got anything happening for a while.”

“That’s not the point,” said Spitfire. “We still have to keep training, work on our routines.”

“Our routines are always the same,” said Rainbow Dash. “Plus, you never let me actually fly along with you guys. I’m a separate part of the show.”

“That wasn’t my idea,” said Spitfire. “The other team members are a bit nervous being around you while you fly.”

“That’s so stupid,” said Rainbow Dash. “I’m not dangerous! It’s just beams of light! Light doesn’t physically affect you!”

“Regardless, I gotta think of the feelings of my teammates,” said Spitfire.

“Well then my feelings should matter,” said Rainbow Dash. “And I want to see my friends! One of them is gonna be giving birth to her first kid in a few months.”

“If I let you leave early, then all the others will want to leave early,” said Spitfire.

“Oh please,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash. “They’ll probably be glad to see me gone! Seeing as how they don’t like being around me! And I don’t affect any part of your routines! You just don’t want me to go because I might slow down your sales!”

“You’re just mad that this didn’t turn out the way you thought it would,” yelled Spitfire.

“If you mean the overall experience with this group, you’re right,” yelled Rainbow Dash. “I’m not having any fun!”

“This isn’t about having fun,” yelled Spitfire.

“Coulda fooled me,” yelled Rainbow Dash. “It’s just an air show!”

“Just an air show,” yelled Spitfire. “We represent Equestria! It’s not just some simple air show! You just want to be able to laze about all day!”

“You know I don’t need as much practice as the rest of you,” yelled Rainbow Dash.

“We can’t all have freak abilities,” yelled Spitfire.

“So you do agree with them,” said Rainbow Dash. “What happened to you being all impressed back when I auditioned?”

“Things change,” said Spitfire.

“You mean your popularity changed,” said Rainbow Dash. “You and everypony else on the team are just mad that I became the most popular team member. It’s not like that was my intention! I just wanted to be a Wonderbolt!”

“You act like we betrayed you or something,” said Spitfire. “We’re just team members. It’s not like all team members are best buddies.”

“Not with they way you all treat me,” said Rainbow Dash. “But the rest of you all seem pretty buddy buddy with each other; even with members that joined after me.”

“I’m sure it still beats being a weather pony in some tiny, insignificant town,” said Spitfire.

“That’s it,” yelled Rainbow Dash. “I quit! “And I’m sure you all will be so saddened by that!”

“Fine,” yelled Spitfire. “Go back to your stupid little down with your nerd husband!”

Rainbow Dash then socked Spitfire in the face with her right front hoof, knocking her to the floor.

“At least your outfit will cover your black eye during shows,” said Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash went back to her house to tell Bookworm what happened.

“Wow, you really did that,” said Bookworm.

“Darn right I did,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash.

“You sure you made the right decision,” asked Bookworm.

“I don’t need fame and fortune to be happy,” said Rainbow Dash. “And you still make good money from writing. You’re not upset by this are you?”

“I just want you to be happy,” said Bookworm. “I don’t care if we have all the money in Equestria. I just want you.”

“Jeez, you’re corny,” said Rainbow Dash.

“But you still love me,” said Bookworm with a confident smile.

“Yeah yeah, of course I do,” said Rainbow Dash with a slightly annoyed tone.

They then shared a kiss.

“Plus I can write anywhere,” said Bookworm.

“So, to Ponyville,” said Rainbow Dash.

“To Ponyville,” said Bookworm.

“Awesome,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash. “The look on my friends faces when they see me will be priceless! I bet nothing all that exciting has been going on since yours truly has been away!”

Chapter 7: Feelings of Confusion

At Sweet Apple Acres, Mal was getting on the graces of the entire household; with the exception of Applejack of course. Apple Bloom, along with the rest of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, clearly had developed a crush.

“He sure is dreamy,” said Sweetie Belle.

“Ah’ll say,” said Apple Bloom.

“I don’t get why your sister hates him so much,” said Scootaloo.

“Apparently he used to bully her a bit when they were little,” said Apple Bloom.

“Rarity says that means he likes her,” said Sweetie Belle.

“He seems to be teasin her still,” said Apple Bloom.

“So he still likes her,” said Sweetie Belle. “That’s so romantic.”

“This is so mushy,” said Scootaloo.

“Ah figured you’d be more into romance,” said Apple Bloom. “Now that Rainbow Dash is married. Wouldn’t that make romance more cool now?”

“That’s not the same thing,” said Scootaloo. “Rainbow Dash is cool no matter what she does.”

“So are we gonna try to set up your sister and Mal,” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Nah, ah don’t really see the need to intervene,” said Apple Bloom. “It’s pretty obvious that she likes him too.”

“It is,” asked Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo at the same time.

“Ah can read my siblins better than anypony,” said Apple Bloom. “Whenever Mal makes a remark to Applejack, she gets all mad lookin, but then ah see her either smirkin or blushin real bright.”

“But Applejack is also really stubborn,” said Sweetie Belle. “It could take forever for her to admit her feelings.”

“Nah,” said Apple Bloom. “Seein as how they’ve known each other all their lives, I imagine he’ll have won her over before he has to go back to Appleoosa.”

In another part of the farm, Applejack was bucking apples. Suddenly, Mal showed up to flirt with her.

“You sure know how to buck them apples,” said Mal in a smooth voice.

“Dontcha have anything better to do,” asked Applejack.

“Well ah could be workin of course,” said Mal. “But ah’d rather see watch you all day.”

“Oh yeah, ah’m real sure that’s all you wanna do,” said Applejack sarcastically.

“Like you’d know much about that,” said Mal with a smug grin.

“An just what do ya mean by that,” said exclaimed Applejack.

“Oh, ah think you know exactly what ah mean,” said Mal.

“That aint none of yer business,” said Applejack.

Mal then got up real close to Applejack’s face.

“I could help ya out with that some, if ya like,” said Mal, in a very seductive tone.

Applejack’s heart began racing fast, and she was sweating like crazy. Mal started to get a bit closer, and began to pucker his lips. Applejack’s expression went from nervous to angry, and she socked him in the face.

“OW! What the buck,” yelled Mal. “What in the hay did ya do that fer?!”

“You think ah’m some kinda Manehattan floozy,” exclaimed Applejack. “That charm of yers make work on other gullible mares, but not me! Ah aint gonna be some notch on yer bedpost! Ah may not look or always act it, but ah’m a lady! An ah expect a little dang romance and wooin and all that fancy stuff!”

“So yer sayin that if ah were to take you out on a date, you’d then have a roll in the hay with me,” asked Mal with a perplexed look.

“Aint sayin that either,” exclaimed Applejack. “Look, ah aint against foolin around outside wedlock or nothin, but ah aint the kinda mare to put out on the first buckin date!”

“Ah was only messin around with ya, Applejack,” exclaimed Mal. “Course ya aint that kinda mare! Ah’m glad you aint that way!”

“What,” said Applejack, a little confused. “You are?”

“Whatever rumors you may have heard, they aint true,” said Mal. “Ah’m not some player, going around town bedding random mares. You seem to assume that just because ah picked on you when we were kids that ah’m still some despicable colt.”

“Then what’s with all the jokes and innuendos,” asked Applejack.

“Duh, stupid, ah’m flirtin with ya,” said Mal. “Do ya not get teased much by stallions?”

Applejack twirled her front hoof on the ground. That’s when it hit Mal; Applejack has never really been hit on by a member of the opposite sex.

“Applejack, have ya ever been on a date,” asked Mal.

“What kinda question is that,” said Applejack defensively. “Course ah’ve been on a date!”

“Ya really are a bad liar,” said Mal. “How could somethin like this happen?”

“What are ya talkin about,” asked Applejack. “Why’s it so hard to believe ah’ve never been on a date?”

“Ah figured a mare as good lookin as you would get asked out all the time,” said Mal.

“Beg yer pardon,” said Applejack.

“If ya lived in Appleoosa, ya’d be asked out by just about every stallion there,” said Mal. “Probably some little school colts too.”

“Quit messin with me,” said Applejack.

“Ah aint messin with ya, Applejack,” said Mal. “Ah’m serious. Yer absolutely gorgeous!”

Applejack was getting very confused now. Given that she was the Element of Honesty, she was able to tell when somepony was putting her on. And she could tell that Mal was being totally sincere with her.

“You think I’m pretty,” said Applejack in amazement.

“Ah don’t see how nopony couldn’t,” exclaimed Mal. “Ah figured you were just getting annoyed because stallions are always makin passes at ya. Well, that and cuz of me pickin on ya when we were kids.”

“Ya aint playin me,” asked Applejack.

“Course not,” said Mal.

“You actually are interested in me,” asked Applejack.

“For bucks sake, yes,” exclaimed Mal. “Ah mean, sure ah’ve had some relationships before, but none of them have worked out. Part of it could be my personality, ah’ll admit that ah’m not always a walk in the park. But, ah would also contribute it to the fact that ah’ve had a huge crush on you since ah was a school colt.”

“Ah…ah,” fumbled Applejack. “Ah gotta get out of here for a while! Need to be able to think straight!”

Applejack ran off as fast as her hooves could take her.

“Well, that went about as well as ah thought it would,” said Mal, giving himself a face hoof.

Chapter 8: Pinkie's New Look

Pinkie Pie rushed over to the Carousel Boutique to talk to her fabulous fashionista friend, Rarity. Rarity was, as usual, working on a new dress when Pinkie practically flew into her shop in a pink blur.

“Pinkie, darling, what on in the world,” exclaimed Rairty.

“Rarity, I need to talk to you,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “It’s super duper important!”

“There was nopony else you could talk to,” asked Rarity.

“I figured you’d be the best pony to talk to about this sorta thing,” said Pinkie Pie. “Something super duper crazy wonderful fantastic has just happened and I thought there was nopony better in all of Ponyville to talk to about it and…”

“Pinkie, darling, please,” interrupted Rarity. “I’m not working on this dress for my leisure delights. So, do please calm yourself and tell me what it is that’s going on.”

Pinkie inhaled inward deeply and then exhaled, calming herself.

“Braeburn asked me out on a date,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Oh my,” exclaimed Rarity. “This is such a huge moment! Have you ever been on a date before?!”

“Nope, never,” said Pinkie Pie. “I think boys are afraid to ask me out because I’m so hyper.”

Pinkie frowned for a moment, then Rarity put a hoof over her shoulder.

“Now don’t you worry about that, darling,” said Rarity. “It’s their loss. You’re a fabulous young mare. You’re positively adorable, with your poofy pink mane and tale, and your fabulous blue eyes. Any stallion would be lucky to go out with you.”

“Aw, thanks Rarity,” said Pinkie, giving her a big hug.

“Now then,” continued Rarity. “Have you made a specific day for your date?”

“No, not really,” said Pinkie Pie. “We’re both kinda busy right now since he’s gotta help Applejack on her farm and I got work at Sugarcube Corner. So we just figured that I’d meet him at the farm when I’m free and we’d figure it out from there.”

“Well, that isn’t a bad strategy,” said Rarity. “So, what exactly did you want to talk about?”

“I…I wanted you to make me look pretty,” said Pinkie Pie, blushing.

“But you already are pretty, Pinkie dear,” said Rarity.

“Well, prettier then,” said Pinkie Pie. “I figured that it’s good to put in some effort when you start courting…or whatever it is we’re doing.”

“You do have a good point there,” said Rarity. “Even I still make sure to gussy myself up for Hayseed, even though we’re engaged now.”

“And do you two still go on dates,” asked Pinkie Pie.

“But of course, darling,” said Rarity. “The romance isn’t gone once you’re about to tie the knot. Look at Twilight and Big Mac, the two of them act as though they’re still courting despite being married and having a foal on the way.”

“Oh yeah, I did notice that,” said Pinkie Pie. “Then again, I don’t know how long Braeburn will be in town. If we do get together, are long distance relationships possible?”

“That all depends on the couple, sweetie,” said Rarity. “If you two are willing to see each other when possible. But let’s try not to think that far ahead, alright?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Now, what did you have in mind for your prettier appearance,” asked Rarity.

“Nothing too drastic,” said Pinkie Pie. “And I plan to visit him on the farm as much as I can so…I’m thinking nothing too dressy. Really, probably not a dress at all.”

“Maybe just a new hair accessory,” said Rarity.

“Do hair accessories really make much difference,” asked Pinkie Pie.

“You have no idea, darling,” said Rarity. “This coiffure doesn’t happen on it’s own, you know. All you see before you is premeditated work.”

“Never really thought about it,” said Pinkie Pie. “My mane just does what it does all on it’s own.”

“Yes…I noticed,” said Rarity. “We can’t all be so lucky though. Now, what sort of accessory would you like?”

“I’m not sure,” said Pinkie Pie. “I suppose it should be something that stands out a little, but not too much that it’s overwhelming.”

“Very good,” said Rarity. “I was thinking something that would go with your eyes.”

Rarity went over to a drawer full of various hair accessories, levitating each one trying to find the perfect one for Pinkie.

“No, no, good heavens no,” Rarity mumbled to herself. “This one could be a possibility. Absolutely not…I think I found the perfect one!”

Rarity went back over to Pinkie, with the chosen accessory and a comb.

“Now, hold still darling,” said Rarity. “This will look perfect on you.”

“Okie dokie lokie,” said Pinkie Pie.

Rarity didn’t come across a mane like Pinkie’s that often. While at first glance, it appeared bouncy and fluffy, it was also very thick and hard to get a comb through it. But Rarity, of course, had a variety of combs at her disposal for just such occasions. A fashionista must always be prepared.

“There we go,” said Rarity. “Have a look, Pinkie dear.”

Rarity levitated a mirror in front of Pinkie to show her the new look. At first, the pink party pony didn’t notice anything different, but then she turned her head to the right and noticed a pretty blue ribbon tied to her mane. It wasn’t anything extravagant, not too big and not too small, but it matched perfectly with her eyes and somehow just made her shine. Pinkie began to tear up a little, gave Rarity a warm smile, and then gave her a giant hug.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “I can’t believe how super pretty I look with just a ribbon! This is the nicest thing anypony has ever done for me…this week anyway!”

“Not a problem at all,” said Rarity. “That’s what friends are for.”

“Do you think Braeburn will notice it though,” asked Pinkie Pie.

“Hard to say,” said Rarity. “Males tend to not noticed little things like a hair accessory. But, subconsciously he’ll notice.”

“But I want him to notice when he’s awake,” said Pinkie Pie.

“No, Pinkie, I mean…oh never mind,” said Rarity.

Chapter 9: Reunion Part 1

Rainbow Dash and Bookworm made their way to Ponyville via a hot air balloon, since she couldn’t carry her husband all the way down. She was getting a bit impatient though, as hot air balloons weren’t the fastest mode of transportation.

“I coulda been in Ponyville seconds ago,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash. “Why didn’t you just have me pull the balloon?”

“Because we have our belongings with us,” said Bookworm. “They’d get spread all over Equestria.”

“You just had bring logic into it, didn’t you,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Do you think you’ll be able to get your old job back with the weather patrol,” asked Bookworm.

“Of course,” said Rainbow Dash. “It’s not like they have a huge staff in the Ponyville division. Plus, I was their best worker.”

“By the way, did you tell your friends you were coming back,” asked Bookworm.

“Nah, I figured they’d like the surprise,” said Rainbow Dash. “I know Pinkie sure will. She’ll probably throw a huge welcome back party and everything.”

Once Ponyville was in site, Rainbow Dash jumped out of the balloon basket and flew about, looking for her friends. She then spotted Pinkie Pie bouncing around.

“Yo, Pinkie,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash.

Pinkie Pie looked around, not seeing anypony.

“Look up,” Rainbow Dash yelled again.

Upon looking up, Pinkie let out a huge gasp of excitement. Rainbow Dash flew in and tackled her, but Pinkie ended up pinning her to the ground.

“Rainbow,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “I’m sure super excited to see you! I’ve missed you so much! Where’s Bookworm are you two still together is he still your manager are you still with the Wonderbolts!?”

“Bookworm is up in a hot air balloon, we’re still married, but he’s not really my manager anymore because I quit the Wonderbolts,” answered Rainbow Dash in the order Pinkie asked.

“You what,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “But, being a Wonderbolt was your big super dream!”

“What can I say,” said Rainbow Dash. “It didn’t turn out to be as good as I hoped. But I don’t mind, I’m just glad to be home. How’s everypony doing?”

“Well,” started Pinkie Pie. “Braeburn came in from Appleoosa to help out at Sweet Apple Acres, and he brought a friend along named Mal who used to pick on Applejack when they were kids but they clearly like each other. Rarity and Hayseed are now engaged but don’t have a wedding date planned out just yet. Fluttershy and Snowflake are still married, Twilight and Big Mac are still married, and Braeburn confessed that he liked me and we’re gonna go out on a date when we’re both free. Oh and Rarity gave me this new hair accessory. You like?”

“Yeah, it’s really cute,” said Rainbow Dash. “Wait…did you just say you have a date with somepony!?”

“Sure do,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

“Well isn’t that something,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Hello down there,” yelled Bookworm from the hot air balloon.

Once again Pinkie looked in various directions. Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, grabbed Pinkie by the head and tilted it up to the direction Bookworm was in.

“Oh hey, it’s Bookworm,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

“You don’t say,” said Rainbow Dash in a sarcastic tone.

She may have sounded annoyed, but Rainbow Dash would be lying if she said she didn’t miss these Pinkie moments.

“Hey Bookworm,” yelled Pinkie Pie, pulling a megaphone seemingly out of nowhere.

“Wonderful to see you again, Pinkie,” yelled Bookworm.

The balloon finally landed and Bookworm hopped out of the basket. Pinkie immediately pounced to give him a hug.

“I see your glad to see us,” said Bookworm, gasping for air.

“Rainbow Dash says she’s no longer a Wonderbolt,” said Pinkie Pie. “Is that true?”

“Afraid so,” said Bookworm. “They weren’t treating her fairly.”

“Aw, that’s a shame,” said Pinkie Pie. “Oh well, at least you’re home now! Are you gonna join the weather team again?”

“That’s the plan,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Are you guys still gonna live in the sky,” asked Pinkie Pie. “I know Bookworm has those fancy horseshoes and all.”

“We haven’t totally figured that out yet,” said Rainbow Dash.

“I suppose we’ll stay in a hotel for the time being,” said Bookworm. “And place some of our items in storage.”

“Great,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “Let’s go around and say hi to everypony!”

The first place Pinkie rushed Rainbow and Bookworm to was the Carousel Boutique; Pinkie entered first.

“Pinkie, why are you back so soon,” asked Rarity. “Did something go wrong?”

“Nope,” said Pinkie Pie. “I got a surprise for you!”

“I don’t need a gift, darling,” said Rarity.

“Oh it’s better than a gift,” said Pinkie Pie. “It’s Rainbow Dash!”

Rainbow burst in and struck a confident pose.

“Rainbow, darling,” exclaimed Rarity.

The two friends embraced in a hug, and Pinkie soon joined in.

“What on earth are you doing here,” said Rarity.

“I quit the Wonderbolts,” said Rainbow Dash. “It wasn’t as cool as I had hoped. I don’t wanna hear how sorry you are or any of that stuff. I’ve grown up some since we’ve met and it’s just one of those things that happens.”

“I suppose that’s the best way to look at it,” said Rarity. “Is Bookworm with you?”

“I certainly am, Miss Rarity,” greeted Bookworm.

“Hope living in the clouds wasn’t too difficult,” said Rarity.

“These enchanted horseshoes made it a breeze,” said Bookworm. “For the most part. I still had to walk of course, but it beats plummeting to your doom.”

“I know that feeling all to well, dear,” said Rarity. “All too well…”

“Oh yes, the Best Young Flyers competition,” said Bookworm. “That’s a good story.”

“We must have a get together with everypony,” said Rarity. “Once we’re free, of course.”

“Well for now, Pinkie is taking me around to surprise them,” said Rainbow Dash. “You were our first stop.”

“That’s flattering,” said Rarity.

“You were the closest,” said Pinkie with a smile.

“Oh,” said Rarity. “I see.”

“But I’m still glad to see you, Rares,” said Rainbow Dash.

“And it’s so wonderful to see you again, Rainbow Dash,” said Rarity. “It’ll be good to have you around more again.”

“No kidding,” said Rainbow Dash. “I make everything around here 20% cooler!”

“Let’s go see Twilight next,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Cool, but then lets see Fluttershy,” said Rainbow Dash. “I’ve been missing Tank like crazy. I doubt the little guy would’ve liked living hundreds of miles in the sky.”

“Okie dokie lokie,” said Pinkie Pie.

Arriving at the Golden Oaks Library, Pinkie Pie burst through the door and made a little music with a kazoo.

“Fillies and Gentlecolts,” announced Pinkie Pie. “All the way from Cloudsdale! Former Wonderbolt star! Rainbow Dash! And Husband Bookworm!”

Rainbow Dash then burst in a did a couple aerial maneuvers before landing.

“Rainbow,” exclaimed Twilight. “I don’t believe it!”

“Well believe it,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash. “Your favorite rainbow maned pegasus is back in town! For good this time!”

Rainbow Dash when over to give Twilight a hug, as she wasn’t gonna make her get up from the couch if she didn’t need to.

“Man, Twi, you’ve gotten huge,” said Rainbow Dash. “But…I mean that in a good way.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t take is a negative comment,” Twilight assured Rainbow Dash.

“Glad to hear,” said Rainbow Dash. “Are Spike and Big Mac around?”

“Eeyup,” said Big Macintosh, coming from his bedroom.

Rainbow went over to give Big Mac a hug.

“Great to you see you, big guy,” said Rainbow Dash.

“You too, Rainbow,” said Big Mac.

“Rainbow Dash,” exclaimed Spike.

Spike leaped through the air and wrapped himself to Dash’s neck.

“Hey Spikey Wikey,” said Rainbow Dash, hugging him back. “Have you grown?”

“I don’t think so,” said Spike. “Why?”

“You feel heavier,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Well, I could’ve grown some,” said Spike. “I don’t know enough about dragon biology to know when I actually get a growth spurt.”

“Well you aren’t a baby anymore,” said Rainbow Dash. “But at least you got a new one on the way! You excited to be an uncle?”

“Uncle,” said Spike in confusion.

“Well sure,” said Rainbow Dash. “You and Twi here are pretty much siblings. So her kid will be your niece or nephew.”

“I never really thought about it that way,” said Spike.

“You should know by now that you’re family to me, Spike,” said Twilight.

“Uncle Spike,” he said out loud. “I do like the sound of that!”

“You’ll be an awesome uncle,” said Rainbow Dash. “You take care of Peewee after all.”

“Yeah, I guess I do,” said Spike. “He’s definitely grown since you were last here.”

Spike gave a loud whistle, and in flew Peewee. He wasn’t quite the size of a full grown phoenix yet, but he was twice his size for sure. He swooped down sharply and perched himself on Spike’s arm.

“He likes to go flying a lot,” said Spike. “But he always comes when I whistle.”

“Super cool,” said Rainbow Dash. “That reminds me, I need to get over to Fluttershy’s place.”

“That’s right, she’s looking after Tank again,” said Twilight.

“Last thing I needed was worrying about my pet tortoise falling through some clouds,” chuckled Rainbow Dash.

Chapter 10: Reunion Part 2

Finally departing the library, Pinkie and friends made their way to Fluttershy’s cottage; the yellow pegasus spotted Rainbow Dash right away and squeaked for joy.

“Oh my goodness,” exclaimed Fluttershy. Well, exclaimed as best as she could.

“Yo Fluttershy,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash.

The two friends, who’d known each other the longest, flew into each other’s hooves for a warm embrace.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” said Fluttershy.

“Nopony did,” said Rainbow Dash. “I just showed up today. I figured you should also know that I quit the Wonderbolts. No need to make any fuss about it, I feel better for doing it.”

“Oh…um…ok then,” said Fluttershy. “As long as you’re happy, that’s what really matters.”

“So, where’s your better half,” asked Rainbow Dash.

As if sensing it, Snowflake came out through the front door. While still a hulking stallion compared to most, Snowflake’s physique had reduced some over time as he didn’t want to accidentally crush his beloved wife.

“Yo, Rainbow Dash,” exclaimed Snowflake in his usual enthusiastic manner. “Long time, no see!”

“Yo, Snow,” said Rainbow Dash. “Looks like you’re not pumping as much iron anymore.”

“Don’t wanna scare the animals away,” blushed Snowflake. “Also makes it easier to get through doors.”

“Bet it does, big guy,” chuckled Rainbow Dash. “Ok, now that we got this meeting taken care of. Show me to my favorite tortoise!”

“Oh, yeah, sure thing,” fumbled Fluttershy. “He’s out back.”

They made their way to Fluttershy’s backyard, which as usual had several varieties of animals. Rainbow Dash immediately saw Tank, and he noticed her as well. She sped towards him to embrace him, but passed him; forgetting that he wasn’t a speedster. She went back, picked him up, and spun around in the air wit her beloved pet.

“It’s so great to see you, buddy,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash, embracing him warmly.

“And I got fantastic news. I’m back in town for good!”

Tank slowly developed a big smile.

“That’s what I was looking for,” said Rainbow Dash.

“He has been a bit down since you’ve been gone,” said Fluttershy. “It’s good to see him smiling again.”

“I can’t wait for a pet get together again,” said Rainbow Dash. “When we all have the time, of course. I guess those aren’t as frequent as before.”

“Well, um, no,” said Fluttershy. “But, we can always find a way to make time.”

“That would be awesome,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “I’m sure Gummy would love to see the other pets and get to play with them.”

“I hate to break up this tender moment,” said Bookworm. “But we should probably go see Applejack and then hopefully be able to get a room for the night.”

“Yeah yeah,” sighed Rainbow Dash. “Good thing I keep you around to keep me in check.”

“You’re so flattering,” joked Bookworm.

Rainbow Dash gave him a peck on the cheek and they made their way to Sweet Apple Acres.

“So why’s Braeburn and his pal working on the farm,” asked Rainbow Dash.

“Big Macintosh wants to be more attentive to Twilight right now,” said Pinkie. “So he’s cut back his hours at the farm, which of course means Applejack doesn’t have as much help. Braeburn said he’d come and he brought his buddy, Mal, along with him. He used to bully Applejack when they were little, but he obvious likes her and she clearly likes him back.”

“Ha! I bet he drives A.J. crazy,” laughed Rainbow Dash.

“Oh you bet he does,” said Pinkie Pie. “He’ll tease her by calling her by her given name too.”

“Applejack isn’t her actual name,” asked Bookworm.

“Nah, it’s just a nickname,” said Rainbow Dash. “But it’s in our best interest to never bring it up. She prefers her nickname over her so called ‘fancy soundin name.’”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Bookworm.

Apple Bloom was the first to see Rainbow Dash walking towards the farm. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were also with her today, and she knew Scootaloo would be excited to see her mentor.

“You guys, look,” exclaimed Apple Bloom, pointing down the road.

“Rainbow Dash,” exclaimed Scootaloo.

The orange pegasus hopped on her scooter and sped towards her beloved mentor. She was still having some trouble flying, but Rainbow Dash had helped her improve some. Still, she preferred using her scooter when able. While racing towards her, she hit a rock and was hurled towards Dash and the others. The cerulean mare spotted her quickly and took off to catch her.

“That was a close one,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Oh man, what a catch,” exclaimed Scootaloo.

Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash gave each other a big hug. The other two Cutie Mark Crusaders ran up and also gave Rainbow Dash a hug.

“Great to see you guys again,” said Rainbow Dash. “Still no cutie marks I see though.”

“Yeah, it totally stinks,” said Scootaloo.

“We’ve done dang near everythin to earn them,” said Apple Bloom.

“We’ve been banned from certain areas in town,” said Sweetie Belle.

“You kids are nuts,” said Rainbow Dash. “But that’s normal. Anyway, where’s A.J.?”

“Buckin apples as usual,” said Apple Bloom. “She’s out in the east field. Mal might be with her too.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of him,” said Rainbow Dash.

“I’m gonna go talk to Braeburn,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Hey, you got a bow in your mane,” said Apple Bloom.

“Oh yeah, Rarity gave it to me,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Looks real nice,” said Apple Bloom.

“Rarity knows how to make any pony look prettier,” said Sweetie Belle.

“Thanks a lot,” said Pinkie. “Where’s Braeburn?”

“Last ah saw, he was doin some work in the south field,” said Apple Bloom.

“Great, I’ll be on my way there,” said Pinkie Pie. “Tell A.J. I said hi!”

Pinkie hopped off to the south field to go find Braeburn, while Rainbow Dash and Bookworm went towards the east field to find Applejack. Applejack was indeed bucking apples, but thankfully Mal wasn’t bothering her. After their awkward conversation, the two were avoiding each other when able.

“Yo A.J.,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash. “Miss me?”

“Well ah’ll be,” smiled Applejack. “What in tarnation are you doin here so soon.”

“Long story short, not a Wonderbolt anymore,” said Rainbow Dash. “I’ll elaborate on it later. For now though, let’s just be excited to see each other.”

“Alright then,” said Applejack, giving Rainbow Dash a hug. “when did ya’ll arrive in town?”

“Bookie and I just got in today,” said Rainbow Dash. “Pinkie took us around town to see the others before we get a hotel. I had to pick up Tank as well.”

“Hey there, little guy,” said Applejack. “Haven’t seen you in a while either. Guess ah don’t get out to Fluttershy’s like ah used to. We’re all pretty busy these days. Say, where is Pinkie?”

“She went to find Braeburn,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Braeburn, eh,” said Applejack. “Is everyone around here strikin up romances?”

“I hear you have a special somepony too,” said Rainbow Dash with a nudge.

“Mal aint no special somepony,” exclaimed Applejack. “He’s just Braeburn’s old buddy, and he brought him along to help on the farm.”

“Whatever you say,” said Rainbow Dash with a sly grin and a wink.

“Anyway,” said Applejack, wanting to change the topic. “Whatcha gonna do now that you aint a Wonderbolt?”

“I’m gonna get my old job back with the weather team,” said Rainbow Dash. “I had a lot more fun with them.

“Probably helps that you were able to slack off more too,” quipped Applejack.

“Hardy har,” said Rainbow Dash. “Not my fault I get stuff done before the others.”

“Well if you’re able, ah wouldn’t mind a little help on the farm,” said Applejack.

“Not a bad idea,” said Rainbow Dash. “At the moment though, Bookie and I gotta find us a place to stay.”

“Ah think some houses became available recently,” said Applejack.

“Awesome,” said rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash looked over at her husband and noticed he was getting a little antsy.

“I think we better get going, A.J.,” said Rainbow Dash. “Bookie here is probably worried we won’t get a hotel room for the night.”

“Well shoot, don’t worry about that,” said Applejack. “Ya’ll can stay here fer the night.”

“Seems like you already have a full house,” said Rainbow Dash.

“We recently had the barn insulated,” said Applejack. “It’s nothin fancy, but it’ll keep ya’ll warm fer the night.”

“You okay with that, Bookie,” she asked her husband.

“So long as we have a place to stay,” said Bookworm.

“Then it’s settled,” said Applejack. “Ah’ll be sure to let Granny Smith know to fix some extra plates. Ah bet Pinkie will wanna stay fer dinner to so she can talk more with Braeburn.”

Chapter 11: Dinner

Pinkie Pie hopped about the south field of Sweet Apple Acres, trying to find Braeburn.

“Oh Braeburn,” shouted Pinkie Pie. “Where are you!?”

“Well hey there, Pinkie,” exclaimed Braeburn. “Didn’t expect to see you so soon!”

“Neither did I,” said Pinkie. “But Rainbow Dash and Bookworm showed up all of a sudden in Ponyville, and she wanted to go see everypony after being gone for so long! Plus she wanted to get back her pet turtle Tank from Fluttershy because obviously he couldn’t live with her on Cloudsdale while she was a Wonderbolt! But Rainbow Dash quit the Wonderbolts and is gonna live back in Ponyville! And we ended up here on Sweet Apple Acres and Apple Bloom told me you were here in the South Field and here I am!

Pinkie Pie finally stopped talking let out a huge sigh of relief. But during this whole ramble, Braeburn didn’t seem confused or annoyed by her fast talking; this was something the pink party pony had never come across.

“Well that sure is some exciting news,” exclaimed Braeburn. “By the way, ah like the new bow in yer mane. It’s mighty pretty!”

“Oh…um…thank you,” fumbled Pinkie, blushing brightly. “Rarity gave it to me today. Sometimes you feel like changing it up some.”

“Ah know whatcha mean,” smiled Braeburn.

“How’s work been going?” asked Pinkie.

“Oh, just fine,” said Braeburn. “Pretty much done fer the day. Thank goodness too, cuz ah sure ah’m starvin.”

“I could sure eat too,” said Pinkie.

“Ah bet Granny Smith wouldn’t mind ya stayin fer dinner,” said Braeburn.

“It would be nice to have a meal I didn’t have to cook myself,” said Pinkie.

Just then, Apple Bloom came running towards them, stopping with an almost audible screech.

“Hey, ya’ll,” exclaimed Apple Bloom. “Granny Smith and Applejack are fixin dinner. And Rainbow Dash and Bookworm are gonna spend the night in the farmhouse.”

“Sounds like we got ourselves a full house tonight,” said Braeburn. “Granny know about Pinkie Pie comin fer dinner too?”

“Eeyup,” said Apple Bloom. “Applejack told her everything. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo will be stayin too!”

“Almost as big as an Apple Family reunion,” exclaimed Braeburn. “Let’s head towards the house.”

“Okie dokie lokie,” exclaimed Pinkie.

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash and Bookworm were sitting in the living room of the Apple Family abode, while Applejack and Granny Smith were in the process of making dinner. They then heard hoof steps coming down the stairs, and were greeted by Mal.

“Howdy there,” said Mal. “Ah’m Mal Wesson, ol’ friend of Braeburn and the rest of the Apple Family.”

“Yo,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” said Bookworm.

“Ah’m gonna guess that yer Rainbow Dash,” Mal motioned to the cerulean pegasus.

“Oh gee, what gave it away?” Rainbow Dash said sarcastically. “Could it be the rainbow mane?”

“Ah heard you had some sas in ya,” chuckled Mal. “And this here must be yer lovin hubby, Bookworm.”

“Best husband in Equestria,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash, which made Bookworm blush.

“Ah heard you write them Daring Do books,” Mal asked Bookworm.

“Well, only the last few years,” said Bookworm. “Chester Buckingham is a pen name that’s been used by three previous writers.”

“Ah thought you looked a bit young to be writin them stories so long,” said Mal. “Mah Pappy’s been readin them books since he was knee high.”

“Are you in the apple business too?” asked Bookworm.

“Nah, ah’m just friends with the family,” said Mal. “Mah family manufactures slingshots an other projectiles.”

“Wait…you’re gramps is Pappy Wesson?” exclaimed Rainbow Dash.

“The very same,” said Mal.

“Holy cow, that’s awesome,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash. “You probably don’t know this, Bookie, but the Wesson family produce some of the best projectiles in all of Equestria! The Wonderbolts use them all the time!”

“That’s right, ah forgot you were part of the Wonderbolts,” said Mal.

“Not anymore,” said Rainbow Dash. “Let’s just say, they weren’t the best teammates in the world.”

“Oh, ah see,” said Mal. “Well, no point in doin somethin that don’t make ya happy. An ah imagine Bookworm here can write anywhere, so long as he gets it sent in to his publishers.”

“I was actually plenty happy working for the weather team in town,” said Rainbow Dash. “Plus, it’s nice to be closer to my friends. I can’t wait for Twilight to give birth! I’m so excited to become an aunt!”

“It’s fun havin little ones around,” commented Mal. “Ah myself have a few nieces and nephews. You two thinkin of havin any little ones?”

This remark caused Rainbow Dash and Bookworm to blush brightly. To be honest, they hadn’t really thought about having kids. What with Rainbow Dash being a Wonderbolt, it wasn’t practical for them at the time.

“Well…we haven’t talked about it really,” fumbled Rainbow Dash.

“No rush of course,” said Mal. “Yer both young an healthy ponies. Plenty of time to decide on those sorta things.”

“Are you married?” asked Bookworm.

“Nope,” responded Mal. “Still single. But ah got mah eye on a certain mare.”

It was at that moment that Applejack walked into the house. Rainbow Dash noticed the smile forming on Mal’s face as soon as the orange apple bucker walked in. Pinkie was right, these two clearly liked each other.

“Hey, A.J.,” said Rainbow Dash. “Bookie and I have been sitting here talking with your special somepony.”

“He aint no special somepony,” snapped Applejack.

Rainbow Dash immediately started laughing; she missed messing with her friends.

“So when’s dinner?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“Granny Smith’s done some of the prep work,” said Applejack. “Ah’m gonna go help her out now. Apple Bloom’s friend will be joining us too. Gonna have to set up the big table.”

“I’ll help you with that, A.J.,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Thanks a lot, sugar cube,” smiled Applejack.

A moment later, Pinkie Pie and Braeburn walked in and were greeted by Mal.

“Nice to see you again Miss Pinkie,” said Mal. “An might ah add, that is a lovely ribbon you have in your mane.”

“Gee thanks, Mal,” said Pinkie Pie. “Rarity gave it to me today.”

“Will you also be gracin us with yer presence at dinner?” asked Mal.

“You betcha,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “Where are A.J. and Dashie?”

“Settin up the big table for everypony,” said Mal. “Apple Bloom’s little friends will also be stayin fer dinner.”

“Why didn’t you offer to help with the table/” asked Braeburn.

“Ah figured Applejack wouldn’t much care for me tryin to help her out,” responded Mal.

“Spose you gotta point there,” said Braeburn. “But on the other hand, she might see that yer a nice guy by helpin her out, and might get a bit softer on ya.”

“Like ah care about that,” said Mal.

“Ah wasn’t born yesterday, Mal,” retorted Braeburn. “Ah know full well why ya decided to join me on this trip. You’ve fancied Applejack pretty much since the first day ya laid eyes on her.”

“You really do know me too well,” sighed Mal.

“Course ah do,” said Braeburn. “Yer mah best friend in the whole world!”

“How come we never met Mal when we visited Appleoosa?” asked Pinkie Pie.

“Mal’s become something of a traveler in recent years,” said Braeburn. “But he heard all about it from me.”

“Sure did,” said Mal. “Sounds like a crazy event. Wish ah’d been there. Ah heard you put on a heck of a show, Miss Pinkie.”

“Well most, didn’t seem to feel that way,” sighed Pinkie Pie. “I tell you, some people have no taste in entertainment.”

“Yer a spirited gal, Miss Pinkie,” chuckled Mal.

“Thanks, Mal,” said Pinkie Pie. “Say, where are A.J. and Dashie?”

“She’s helping Applejack set up the big table for dinner,” chimed in Bookworm.

“It sure is starting to smell really really good,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

Rainbow Dash rejoined her friends in the living room after helping Applejack set the big table.

“Hey, Dashie,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “Where’s Applejack?”

“Helping Granny Smith in the kitchen,” said Rainbow Dash. “They got a lot to fix.”

“Got ourselves a full house here,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “Super duper exciting!”

Nearly a couple hours later, it was time for everypony to sit down and dig in on the bountiful feast Granny Smith and Applejack had created.

“Oh wow,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “This all looks scrumdidlyumptious!”

“Ah’ll say,” agreed Braeburn.

“Feels good, makin all this food,” said Granny Smith with a big smile. “Don’t usually make this much food unless it’s fer a family reunion.”

“Sorta is like one though,” said Mal. “After all, I haven’t seen ya’ll in a good while.”

“Ah never even met you before,” said Apple Bloom.

“Very true,” said Mal. “And that certainly is a shame. Yer just as cute as Applejack was at that age.”

Applejack noticeably turned a bit red at Mal’s remark; Mal of course noticed, but said nothing.

“So Braeburn tells me that you and yer little friends have a club,” said Mal.

“Sure do,” exclaimed Apple Bloom.

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS! YAY!” the energetic fillies yelled at once.

“We do all we can to earn our cutie marks,” said Scootaloo.

“But we’ve had no luck so far,” said Sweetie Belle, with a hint of disappointment.

“Ya’ll just gotta be patient,” said Mal. “Ah once thought ah’d never get mah cutie mark.”

“Really?” the crusaders said at once.”

“You betcha,” said Mal. “In fact, Applejack helped me get it.”

“How?” asked Apple Bloom.

Applejack was clearly intrigued by this as well.

“She helped me discover ah had a knack fer hittin things with pin point accuracy,” said Mal.

“Are you really usin that excuse fer hittin me with stuff?” exclaimed Applejack.

“Ah’ll admit, it started with simply pickin on ya,” said Mal. “But it didn’t take long before ah realized sharp shootin was mah special talent.”

“You bullied Applejack?” said Apple Bloom, with disappointment in her voice.

“Ah was a stupid kid,” said Mal. “Ah’m not proud of what ah did. Ah hope yer big sister understands that ah really am sorry for what ah’ve done.”

“Aw, I think he’s sorry for reals, A.J.,” said Pinkie Pie. “Why not just forgive him?”

“Ah’ll admit that he’s not as bad as he used to be,” said Applejack.

“Well, that’s progress,” said Pinkie Pie with an enthusiastic smile.

“Hey granny, can we be excused now?” asked Apple Bloom.

“Ifin yer all done, than go right ahead,” said Granny Smith.

“Come on girls, we got some more crusading plans to think up,” exclaimed Apple Bloom.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders ran off in what seemed like a blur.

“Granny, that was an awesome meal,” said Rainbow Dash. “Right, Bookie?”

“Yes it was,” agreed Bookworm. “Thank you very much for the hospitality Mrs. Apple.”

“Ah’ll have none of that Missus talk,” said Granny Smith. “Just call me Granny Smith, or Granny.”

“Alright then,” said Bookworm. “Thank you, Granny.”

“Aint no problem,“ said Granny Smith. “Any friend of Applejack, is a friend of mine.”

“Bookie and I should probably get to bed now,” said Rainbow Dash. “That way we can get up early to go house hunting.”

“Probably good fer all of us to hit the hay,” said Applejack. “Tomorrow’s when the real work starts.”

“Aw, I was hoping we’d have more time to talk,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Don’t worry, Pinkie,” said Braeburn. “We’ll have plenty of chances to talk while ah’m here. And remember, you can stop by the farm anytime yer free.”

“Yeah, you have a point there,” said Pinkie Pie, instantly cheering up.

“And ah’d be happy to walk you back to yer house,” said Braeburn.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” said Pinkie. “It’s already night out, and you got work in the morning.”

“Ah am first and foremost a gentlecolt,” said Braeburn. “And it would be wrong of me to have a mare such as yerlsef walkin home alone in the dark.”

“Well…that is sweet of you,” said Pinkie, blushing brightly. “Ok, you can walk me home.”

“Ah’ll be back in a little,” said Braeburn.

“No rush,” smiled Granny Smith.

Pinkie Pie and Braeburn walked out the front door and headed towards Sugarcube Corner.

“You gonna show us the barn, A.J.?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“Sure thing, sugar cube,” said Applejack. “Ah’ll get some blankets and pillows for ya’ll.”

“Yer havin yer friends sleep in the barn?” asked Granny Smith.

“We had it insulated recently, Granny,” said Applejack. “It’s plenty warm. Sepcially for just one night of sleep. Not like we have many other places to sleep.”

“Gotta point there,” said Granny Smith. “Be sure to get our warmest blankets.”

Chapter 12: A Lovely Stroll

Pinkie Pie and Braeburn walked casually down the dirt path, heading towards Sugarcube Corner. It was a crisp evening, not too cold and not too warm. In an unusual turn of events, both seemed nervous to say anything to each other. Finally, Braeburn built up some courage to say something.

“So…um…,” began Braeburn. “How long have ya been workin at Sugarcube Corner?”

“Oh…well…I guess it’s been close to six years now,” said Pinkie Pie. “My Grandma used to deliver supplies for Mr. and Mrs. Cake, and I would sometimes go on deliveries with her.”

“That sure sounds nice,” he remarked.

“It was,” she said, with a nostalgic smile.

“Ah’m gonna guess by yer tone, that yer Grandma aint around no more,” he said.

“No, she died about seven years ago,” said Pinkie, now frowning.

“Sorry fer bringing it up,” said Braeburn, now frowning as well.

“Oh, that‘s ok,” she said in a reassuring tone. “You didn‘t know. Anyway, I decided to move away from home, and moved to Ponyville. Mr. and Mrs. Cake offered me a job and a place to stay. And now I also help look after their kids.”

“Where’d ya originally come from?” asked Braeburn.

“I grew up on a rock farm,” said Pinkie Pie. “Not too far from Ponyville.”

“What exactly do ya do on a rock farm?” asked Braeburn.

“It’s more what you call a quarry,” said Pinkie Pie. “We collect rocks, break some of them down, and sell them for things like landscaping material. Not exactly what you would call fun.”

“Ah can see why ya went into parties and pastries,” said Braeburn.

“I have nothing against my parents raising me on a rock farm,” said Pinkie Pie. “We weren’t exactly well off. But my sisters and I never went without a meal, and we always had a roof over our head. The first time I ever threw a party and made my parents smile was one of the happiest days of my life.”

“Makin ponies smile is what drives ya, eh?” said Braeburn.

“You betcha,” said Pinkie Pie.

“But what about yerself?” asked Braeburn.

“What do you mean?” asked Pinkie Pie.

“Ah mean, makin other ponies happy is good and all,” continued Braeburn. “Ah mahself love makin others happy. But, what about makin yerself happy?”

“Making other ponies happy makes me happy,” said Pinkie Pie.

“So does that mean ya only do what others wanna do?” asked Braeburn.

“Um…well…I never really thought about it that way,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Then it’s settled,” said Braeburn.

“What do you mean?” asked Pinkie Pie.

“When we have our date, yer gonna choose what we do,” said Braeburn.

“But I thought the stallion chose what to do,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Well, think of it as mah choice,” said Braeburn. “Ah wanna do what you wanna do.”

“B-but, I can’t think of what I wanna do,” said Pinkie Pie.

“So, we’ll go out once you come up with an idea,” said Braeburn.

“But, but that could take forever,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

“We can still hang out and all that stuff,” said Braeburn. “But it can only be on the farm. Once you figure out what we wanna do fer our date, we’ll do that.”

“I suppose that’s a good idea,” said Pinkie Pie. “I’ve certainly never heard of anypony coming up with anything like that.”

“Ah’ve been known to have a few good ideas in mah noggin once in a blue moon,” said Braeburn, with a proud smile.

There was another moment of silence, before Pinkie Pie thought up something to say.

“Say…Braeburn,” she began. “What did you think of my musical number during that whole buffalo fiasco?”

“Oh…well…,” he began to say, which was making Pinkie nervous. “Ah thought it was wonderful!”

“You did?” said Pinkie in shock.

“Course ah did,” he exclaimed. “It was a rip roarin good time! You have a mighty lovely voice.”

“Oh…well, thank you,” said Pinkie, who began to blush.

“And, if ya don’t mind me sayin,” he started to say with a gulp. “Yer outfit was mighty fine as well.”

Pinkie Pie didn’t know how to respond to that. Nopony ever really called her pretty; at least that she could ever recall. All that she could really think to do was giggle at Braeburn’s compliment. This caused Braeburn to giggle as well; he rarely told a mare she was pretty. Despite his outgoing personality, the Appleoosan farmer didn’t go out on dates much. The two continued to laugh all the way to Sugarcube Corner, stopping at the front door.

“Well…here we are,” said Pinkie.

“Eyup…we’re here,” said Braeburn.

“You, um, wanna come in for a little?” she asked.

“Ah don’t think that’s a very good idea,” said Braeburn.

“Why not?” asked Pinkie.

“Cuz ah don’t wanna do anything stupid,” said Braeburn. “Ah wanna be a gentlecolt. And ah know that if ah go in there with you, being so late in the evening, ah won’t be no gentlecolt.”

“You’re very sweet,” said Pinkie. “This was a really nice evening.”

“Ah agree,” said Braeburn.

He then took Pinkie’s front hoof and gave it a soft kiss.

“Sweet dreams, Miss Pinkie,” said Braeburn, tipping his hat.

“Sweet dreams, Mr. Braeburn,” said Pinkie. “Or should it be Mr. Apple?”

“Either works fine,” he chuckled.

“Well…I’ll start thinking of what we can do for our date,” said Pinkie.

“Ah look forward to that,” said Braeburn.

Pinkie walked into the bakery and watched through the window as Braeburn walked back to Sweet Apple Acres. Unbeknownst to the young apple bucker, Pinkie saw him leap in the air with joy and click his hooves together. Pinkie Pie giggled at this site, and she was then interrupted by Mrs. Cake.

“Pinkie?” she said in surprise. “Are you just getting home?”

“Oh…hello Mrs. Cake,” Pinkie greeted her boss, tenant, and surrogate mother. “I had dinner over at Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack’s cousin Braeburn was walking me home.”

“Oh, that nice stallion from earlier,” commented Mrs. Cake. “Where you two on a date?”

“Oh no, just hanging out,” said Pinkie. “But we’re gonna go out on a date.”

“When?” asked Mrs. Cake.

“Soon as I know what I want to do,” said Pinkie.

Chapter 13: A Night in the Barn

Rainbow Dash and Bookworm settled down into the Sweet Apple Acres farmhouse, to get ready for a good night’s rest. But as the married couple laid there, neither could find themselves going to sleep.

“You asleep, Bookie?” the cerulean pegasus asked her husband.

“No, I can’t sleep a wink,” said the bookish unicorn.

“Sleeping in a barn aint easy, eh?” joked Rainbow Dash.

“It’s not the barn, Dashie,” said Bookworm, in monotone. “The barn is fine. It’s nicely insulated, and plenty warm.”

“Yeah,” sighed Rainbow Dash. “You’re thinking about what Mal said…aren’t you?”

“And you aren’t?” said Bookworm.

“Well…um…I don’t typically think about girly stuff,” fumbled Rainbow Dash.

“You are so full of it,” said Bookworm.

“Was it that obvious?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“When you lie, you can never make it through a full sentence without pausing and going um,” commented Bookworm.

“That’s what I get for marrying someone who knows me too well,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Do you want kids?” asked Bookworm.

“Uhhhhhhhhg!” groaned Rainbow Dash. “Is this really the best place to talk about this? In a bucking barn?”

“If not now, then when?” argued Bookworm. “I know you’re not a fan of talking about serious subject, Dashie. But that’s not how life works. Sometimes, you gotta talk serious.”

“Damn you for being so smart!” exclaimed Rainbow Dash.

Bookworm and Rainbow Dash shared a little chuckle.

“So, do you think about having kids?” asked Bookworm.

“All the time,” admitted Rainbow Dash.

“Surprising,” said Bookworm. “So…do you wanna give it a go?”

“I don’t think it would be a good idea, though,” said Rainbow Dash, now frowning.

“Why not?” asked Bookworm.

“Because I really suck with kids,” said Rainbow Dash.

“You seem to do well with Scootaloo,” said Bookworm.

“Oh, that’s different,” said Rainbow Dash. “I only hang out with her, I don’t take care of her. Mentoring a young filly is one thing, but being responsible for another life is completely different. The only pony I really know with a kid is Derpy.”

“The mail mare?” asked Bookworm.

“The very same,” said Rainbow Dash. “She’s also my cousin. Do you know why she’s called Derpy?”

“Well, if I had to guess, I would say it’s because of her eyes,” said Bookworm.

“Yeah,” said Rainbow Dash. “Poor thing had an accident when she was a filly. As a foal, she got an infection and lost her hearing. Then one day she got away from her mother, and was hit by a cart. So that’s why she has the wonky eye. She eventually gained her hearing back, but because of being deaf she now has that speech impediment. Combined with her eye and clumsiness, ponies think she’s mentally challenged. But she’s sharp as a tack! You try not being clumsy when you can’t see straight!”

“I’m failing to see what this has to do with parenting,” interrupted Bookworm.

“I’m getting to that, Mr. Impatient,” Rainbow Dash said aggravatingly. “Anyway, Derpy has a filly named Dinky; she’s a unicorn.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt again,” said Bookworm. “But where’s the father?”

“The dude was no good,” said Rainbow Dash. “When she got pregnant, he was only gonna marry her because she was pregnant. Derpy didn’t wanna stay with somepony who felt obligated. She’s raised Dinky all on her own. I help out when I can, of course. But for the most part, it’s just Derpy looking after her. She’s probably the best mother I know, and she can’t even see straight. Meanwhile, I’m the best flyer in Equestria, and I have the maternal skills of an eggplant.”

“But you also got me,” said Bookworm. “Plus, you’re the element of loyalty. Who better to be loyal to than your own foal?”

“You really think I’d make a good mom?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“Of course I do,” said Bookworm. “I worry about being a good father.”

“You!?” said Rainbow Dash. “You were a student at the school for gifted unicorns.”

“Where I was one of the most socially awkward ponies you’d ever meet,” chimed Bookworm.

“More than Twilight?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“Are you kidding?” said Bookworm. “I can’t believe I was ever able to ask her out. But if I hadn’t I never would’ve met you.”

“You’re so corny,” said Rainbow Dash.

“But it’s true,” he exclaimed, now standing on the bed. “If I had never met Twilight, I never would’ve broken up with her, moved away, met somepony else, been dumped horribly, gotten into a drunken stuper, sloshed by way to Ponyville, and then have you crash into me!”

“Not the most graceful of ways to meet somepony,” she sighed, thinking about the day she collided into him.

“But I still met you!” he continued to exclaim. “And it was the greatest day of my entire life! And while you may not admit to it being your best day ever, I know it was for you too!”

“Sure, sure, it was a fantastic day,” said Rainbow Dash, trying to sound as if that wasn‘t a great day for her (she had to remain cool after all). “But how do you figure we managed to get this far? Most of what we have in common is books.”

“Because we also share passion!” he kept exclaiming. “Because I can express the words that you’re unable to. But then I can get you to express them.”

“I’m glad you’re so enthusiastic,” said Rainbow Dash.

“You just don’t feel as enthusiastic because of quitting the Wonderbolts,” said Bookworm.

“Nah, I’m pretty much over that,” said Rainbow Dash. “I just don’t know if I’m ready for kids.”

“Well, it’s not like we have to have them now,” said Bookworm. “Anytime you’re ready is when I’m ready.”

Rainbow Dash smiled warmly at her husband’s remark, pulled him down to her, and gave him a passionate kiss.

“Why don’t we have a little roll in the hay, and see what happens, Mr. Scholar,” she said, giving her husband a sultry smile.

“I like the way you think, Mrs. Scholar,” he said, arching his brow.

Chapter 14: The Early Morning Routine

Big Macintosh woke up from his bed with a loud yawn. Like most mornings, he accidentally smashed his alarm clock with his massive hoof. Years of living at Sweet Apple Acres, the large farm stallion was used to waking up naturally at a specific time. Now that he was living at the library with his very pregnant wife, he had to wake up earlier than usual so he had time for some breakfast. Applejack had told him many times before that he didn’t have to worry about being at the farm at his usual time, but Big Mac was a pony habit. He wobbled to the bathroom to take a shower, which thankfully helped wake him up some. He never forgot the first time he went through this routine.

Downstairs, Spike was busy making some breakfast for the farm pony he now considered to be his brother in-law. Getting out of the bathroom, Big Mac could smell the aroma of breakfast; his mouth started watering instantly. He made his way down the stairs as quietly as possible, so as not to wake up his sleeping wife.

“Good Morning, Mac,” greeted Spike.

“Mornin, Spike,” Big Macintosh responded. “What the hay are you doin up so early?”

“I didn’t want you doing farm work on a empty stomach,” said Spike.

“Well ah coulda just made some toast or something,” said Big Macintosh.

“I could never do that,” said Spike. “Twilight wouldn’t want you going on an empty stomach either. And I’m not gonna let my brother in-law starve.”

“Brother in-law?” said Big Macintosh, perplexed by Spike’s remark.

“Well, sure,” responded Spike. “Twilight is pretty much my big sister, since I’ve been with her my whole life. Now that you two are married, that makes you my brother in-law.

“Guess ah never thought of it that way,” responded Big Macintosh.

“No big deal,” said Spike. “Now, sit yourself down. You got plenty of time to eat something before you head out. Besides, Applejack says it’s no big deal if you don’t show up at your usual time; seeing as how you don’t live on the farm anymore.”

“Guess ah’m just a creature of habit,” commented Big Macintosh.

“I know that feeling,” said Spike.

The dragon assistant set down a plate of four scrambled eggs, four buttered pieces of toast, and a tall glass of orange juice.

“Wow,” exclaimed Big Macintosh. “Didn’t expect this kinda breakfast.”

“Like I said, don’t wantcha going to work on an empty stomach,” said Spike, with a gleaming smile.

“Thank ya kindly, spike,” said Big Macintosh, bowing his head to the purple dragon.

“No problem, big bro,” responded Spike.

The farm stallion never thought he’d hear Spike refer to him as a brother. But he actually did like the sound of it. He ate up as fast as he could, and guzzled down his glass of orange juice. He then let out a sizeable burp, causing him to blush slightly.

“Guess ah should get goin,” said Big Macintosh.

“Be sure to say bye to Twilight,” said Spike.

“But she’s sleepin,” said Big Macintosh.

“So what,” said Spike. “She’s not gonna see you all day. I doubt she wants you leaving without a kiss.”

Big Mac couldn’t argue with that logic. Letting out a sigh, he walked back up the stairs to see his wife before heading out. At this point she wasn’t too far along to where it was safe for her to walk up and down stairs. The red stallion took a moment to look at his sleeping bride. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked, and how it wouldn’t be long before they were gonna become parents. He leaned in and nuzzled Twilight gently on her muzzle. The lavender librarian slowly opened her eyes, to see her husband standing in front of her.

“Morning, sweetheart,” responded Twilight, clearly tired.

“Mornin, sugar cube,” responded Big Macintosh. “Ah gotta head out to Sweet Apple Acres today. Be home this evenin. Need anything before ah leave?”

“How bout a kiss,” she said coyly.

“Ah think ah can oblige,” he said, giving her a warm smile.

He leaned in and gave her a nice, long kiss. Once done, he headed towards the bedroom door. Before heading out, he gave her a final goodbye for the day.

“Be sure to get back to sleep,” said Big Macintosh. “Ah love you, Twilight.

“I love you too, Macintosh,” said Twilight, letting out one more big yawn before drifting back off to sleep.

Big Mac made his way back downstairs, slid on his yoke, and got his saddlebags and prepared to head out. Before leaving however, Spike once again had something for him.

“Hey, Mac,” exclaimed Spike. “Just a sec. I made you a lunch for later too.”

“Oh,” Big Mac responded with a little confusion. “Yah really didn’t have to…”

“I won’t take no for an answer,” smiled Spike. “I want to make sure my family is taken care of.”

The little dragon surprised the farm pony further, by giving him a warm hug. While not sure what to do at first, Macintosh gave Spike a hug back. He was finally able to make his way out the front door.

And that’s how Big Macintosh’s routine pretty much went from then on: wake up, shower, eat breakfast, kiss Twilight goodbye, get his bagged lunch from Spike and head out to Sweet Apple Acres. The only real change in this system, was when Twilight was too far along to sleep upstairs in their bedroom and had to start sleeping on the couch in the sitting area of the library. Despite this routine going on for months, Mac was still having some trouble getting used to his new wakeup time. He figured it was normal, since he spent years on a fairly constant schedule; and he wasn’t even married a year yet. Even the simple act of walking towards the farm for work seemed off to him.

But he had to admit, he enjoyed seeing Ponyville before anypony else was awake for the day ahead; in all his years he had never had that opportunity. The only time he ever saw Ponyville bathed in Luna’s moonlight was evening dates with Twilight, or some sort of special event like Nightmare Night. His favorite part of these walks, was Celestia raising the sun. He’d seen sunrises numerous times before from his old bedroom back on the farm, but seeing the sun rise going towards the farm was a whole different experience. He knew it was going to be good day.

Chapter 15: Early Morning Conflict

Applejack woke up as soon as the sun began to hit her face. She fumbled a little bit, partly from still being tired and partly from her hair being tangled without her hair bands. First thing she did was fix her hair for the day ahead. Grabbing her prized stetson, she made her way down to the kitchen, where Granny Smith was making breakfast; but she wasn’t alone.

“Mal,” said Applejack, in surprise. “What are you doin down here?”

“Helpin Granny Smith make breakfast, of course,” responded Mal. “What does it look like ah’m doin?”

“You know how to cook,” said Applejack.

“After a while, you’ll learn that I’m a stallion of many talents,” said Mal. “Plus, when ah was travelin, there were times where ah didn’t have anypony to fix me food. So it became necessary for me to learn how. And ah couldn’t let this lovely mare do all this hard work on her own.”

“Oh, now stop it right now, Malady,” said Granny Smith, blushing from his compliment. “Flattery aint gonna get ya outta doin yer work.”

“Ah would never try somethin so underhoofed, Granny,” said Mal, sounding playfully aghast at the elderly mare’s remark. “Ah intend to do all my required work on your lovely farm. Mama Wesson didn’t raise no slouch.”

Just then, they heard the rapid sound of little hoof steps running around upstairs. Scampering down the stairs were the Cutie Mark Crusaders, no doubt woken up by the smell of breakfast.

“That sure smells good,” exclaimed Apple Bloom.

“Can’t start crusading on an empty stomach,” exclaimed Scootaloo.

“I’m so hungry I could eat a horse,” exclaimed Sweetie Belle with a large grin.

Everypony in the kitchen stood there in silence, giving Sweetie Belle a confused look.

“What,” asked Sweetie Belle. “It’s just an expression.”

Seconds later, Braeburn came trotting down the stairs whistling a happy tune.

“Good mornin, Apple Family!, “Braeburn exclaimed, as if he was welcoming them to the newest family reunion. “And how is everypony on this most glorious of days!?”

“Mah mah, aint you in a good mood,” deadpanned Applejack.

“An why shouldn’t ah be,” exclaimed Braeburn. “After all, ah’m hangin out with mah favorite cousins, mah best friend in the whole wide world, the cutest little fillies in all of Equestria, and of course mah favorite Granny!”

“Sweet Celestia,” chuckled Mal. “If he’s this happy now, imagine what he’ll be like once he’s gotten some Pinkie action.”

“Mal,” snapped Applejack. “There’s little ones present!”

“A.J., ah live on a farm,” Apple Bloom said matter of fact like. “Ah know where babies come from.”

“Rarity loves talking about boys,” chimed in Sweetie Belle.

“Rainbow Dash doesn’t have what some would call a filter,” grumbled Scootaloo.

Applejack stood there for a moment, trying to find something to say.

“Looks like ol' Janaluska Apple is speechless,” said Mal, beginning to laugh his head off.

Mal was laughing so hard, he didn’t see the back hooves coming at his face. And at that point, Big Macintosh had walked through the front door and made his way to the kitchen.

“Mornin ya’ll,” exclaimed the farm stallion.

He then noticed Mal, laying unconscious on the floor. Everypony stood there for a moment, first looking at Big Macintosh to acknowledge his presence and then taking their attention back to Mal. Big Mac leaned over towards Apple Bloom.

“He called A.J. by her given name, didn’t he,” he asked his little sister, his eyes locked on Mal‘s unconscious body.

“Eeyup,” replied Apple Bloom.

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“Ah bet you think your soooooooo fast, don’t ya,” groaned Mal, now sporting two black eyes.

Applejack just kept on working, sporting a smug smile on her face.

“If ah wasn’t laughin at the time, ah coulda dodged yer kicks,” he went on.

“Ya wanna test that theory,” Applejack said, giving him a harsh stare.

“Maybe once mah eyes have gone back to normal,” responded Mal defensively. “Ah’ve lost a good deal of mah depth perception at the moment. Is it a normal occurrence on this farm to attack the help?”

“It is when the help is mouthin off like a jackass,” barked Applejack. “Ah’d hardly call you help though.”

“What’s yer damn problem,” exclaimed Mal.

“What’s my problem?!” yelled Applejack. “What’s my problem!? Are you serious!?”

“Course ah’m serious!” yelled Mal. “Look at mah buckin face!”

“Yer mah problem, Malady!” she yelled louder. “You say yer interested in me, but yer always makin fun of me and teasing me!”

“Ah’m just bein affectionate,” exclaimed Mal.

“No! Yer treatin me like one of the guys!” she exclaimed.

“Huh?” said Mal. “What?”

“In case you didn’t notice, ah aint no stallion,” she said.

“Ah know that,” he said with a confused tone.

“Do you? Cuz you sure don’t act like it,” she said. “You treat all mares like this?”

“Well…no…ah guess not,” he said, his ears pinning back.

“Ya figured ya didn’t have to treat me the same cuz we grew up together,” she went on. “An ah may not be as fancy as somepony like Rarity, but ah still want to be treated like a lady. Ah still expect things, like dates and gifts and all that romantic stuff.”

“D-dates?” Mal said, quite shocked.

“For buck’s sake, Mal,” said Applejack. “You said you were interested in my, didn’t ya?”

“Well…yeah,” said Mal.

“Ah’ve had time to think,” she continued. “And ah’m interested in you too. But this aint gonna work if ya keep treatin me like ah’m a school filly. Not that most school fillies wanna be picked on either.”

“So, what do ah do,” he asked.

“Ah thought ya dated,” she said in a sarcastic tone.

Finally, Mal got the hint. He took off his hat and bowed at Applejack.

“Applejack,” he began. “Would you do me the pleasure of goin out with me sometime?”

“That’s much better,” she smiled. “And sure, ah’ll go out with you. Soon as we have some free time of course.”

“Yeah, of course,” said Mal.

“But don’t expect me to be wowed by a simple stroll to the park,” said Applejack. “Don’t have to be some high class, exclusive place or anything. But ah at least want a decent sit down place.”

“Ah can do that,” he nodded.

“We should probably also wait for yer face to heal some,” chuckled Applejack. “Ah can’t be seen in public with a busted lookin stallion.”

“Ah wouldn’t be busted if you hadn’t….” he started to say before Applejack shot him a look. “Ah mean to say, yer absolutely right. Also, ah’m sorry fer treatin you so bad.”

“Just get back to work,” said Applejack.

Chapter 16: Advice from the Cakes

“Something to do, something to do, something to do,” Pinkie Pie kept saying to herself as she paced around like crazy in her bedroom.

Last night, Braeburn said to Pinkie that they wouldn’t go out until she came up with the activity. And it had to be her idea. The thought of that terrified the hyperactive pinkie party pony. She always did what others wanted to do, and seemed ok with that. But now, now she wasn’t sure if that was good enough anymore.

“What I want to do,” she spoke again to nopony. “I’ve spent my entire life doing what others want; and I’ve loved every moment of it. But, can I keep doing that forever? Can I really be truly happy from only doing that? Then again, I never really thought about going out with boys. I mean, I’ve BEEN with stallions before, during crazier parties. Hehehe. Thank Celestia I remembered protection! GAHHHHHHHH! This shouldn’t be SOOOOOOOO HAAAAARRRRRDD!”

Then she heard a knock at the door.

“Come in,” she sighed.

In walked in the Cake twins, Pound and Pumpkin. Pinkie Pie still couldn’t believe how big they were getting; now close to four years old.

“Are you ok, Pinkie?” asked Pound Cake.

“Yeah, we heard you screaming,” said Pumpkin Cake.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I’m ok,” said Pinkie Pie. “I’m just trying to think of something to do for a date with Braeburn.”

“That nice stallion you introduced us yesterday,” asked Pumpkin Cake.

“The very same,” said Pinkie Pie. “We decided to go on a date, but he wants me to decide on what we’re gonna do. And I just can’t think of anything to do.”

“Because you’re so used to doing what others wanna do, right,” asked Pound Cake.

“Did everypony notice that,” said Pinkie Pie, frowning bigger now.

“I didn’t know it was supposed to be a secret,” said Pumpkin Cake.

“Yeah, you love doing stuff for other ponies,” said Pound Cake. “It makes you happy.”

“It does make me happy,” said Pinkie Pie. “But, Braeburn had a good point too. I should do more for myself.”

“So do it,” said Pumpkin Cake.

“Just like that,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Why not,” said Pound Cake. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to do stuff for yourself. It doesn’t make you selfish or anything.”

“How are you two so smart,” asked Pinkie Pie. “You’re like four years old.”

“I guess we’re just wise beyond our years,” said Pound Cake.

“Or you’re just dreaming,” said Pumpkin Cake.

Then all three began to share a hearty laugh.

“But seriously, you’re dreaming,” the Cake Twins said at once.

Pinkie suddenly jolted awake so fast that she fell out of her bed, making a loud thud. And just then, Pumpkin and Pound Cake walked in to check on that noise.

“You ok, Pinkie,” asked Pumpkin Cake, in a voice that was clearly more for a four year old.

“We heard a bump,” said Pound Cake with a concerned tone.

“Oh, I’m ok kids,” she reassured the twins.

“Did you have a bad dream,” asked Pumpkin Cake.

“Not exactly,” said Pinkie Pie. “More like an anxiety dream.”

“Anxi-what,” asked the Cake twins in a confused tone.

“I guess that is a big word for four year olds,” said Pinkie. “A worry dream is probably the best phrase.”

“Aw, what are you worried about, Pinkie,” asked Pound Cake.

“Don’t worry about it, kids,” she reassured them again. “Just go off and play, and I’ll come join you in a little.”

The Cake Twins walked off slowly to leave Pinkie Pie alone in her room. The seemed to be in a bit higher spirits, but they could tell their favorite foal sitter was feeling down. A few minutes later, Pinkie heard a tap on her door.

“Pinkie, dear,” she heard the voice of Mrs. Cake. “Pumpkin and Pound tell me you seem sad.”

Pinkie lets out a little sigh; she’s a bit annoyed that the twins went talking to Mrs. Cake. But on the other hoof, she is glad to see their concerned about her well being.

“Come on in, Mrs. Cake,” said Pinkie.

The light blue pastry chef made her way into Pinkie’s room.

“So what’s going on, sweetie,” Mrs. Cake asked in her usual motherly tone.

“Well,” began Pinkie. “I have a date with Braeburn.”

“That nice stallion you introduced us to the other day,” asked Mrs. Cake.

“Yeah, him,” said Pinkie.

“That’s wonderful, dear,” exclaimed Mrs. Cake. “When’s the big date?”

“Well, that’s the thing,” said Pinkie. “He wants me to decide what we do for our date.”

“A little unusual,” thought Mrs. Cake.

“It’s because I tend to do what others want to do,” said Pinkie. “So, he figured I should pick the date.”

“I see,” said Mrs. Cake. “And you’re having trouble coming up with ideas, aren’t you?”

“Hit the nail on the head,” responded Pinkie. “I feel bad that I can’t come up with anything.”

Mrs. Cake moved to Pinkie’s bed to sit with her, putting her hoof around the pink party pony’s shoulder.

“Aw, sweetie don’t say that,” said Mrs. Cake.

“But I should be able to have my own ideas,” said Pinkie. “But all I ever do is go with what others want. And I mostly know how to arrange parties. Btu, I’ve never been on a date.”

“I’m surprised by that,” said Mrs. Cake.

“I think most stallions are nervous to ask me out,” said Pinkie. “I know what I’m like; really hyper and outrageous.”

“But you’re also a wonderful mare,” said Mrs. Cake, giving Pinkie a warm hug. “Any stallion would be lucky to go out with you. And if this Braeburn makes you happy, then I wish you both the best.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Cake,” said Pinkie, returning the hug.

Mrs. Cake got up from Pinkie’s bed and made her way out the door.

“Just remember that it doesn’t have to be anything over the top,” said Mrs. Cake. “When it comes to a first date, it’s usually good to go small and intimate.”

And then Pinkie Pie was alone again in her room. That’s when a light bulb went off in her head, and a huge grin grew across her face.

“THAT’S IT!,” she exclaimed as loud as she could.

Chapter 17: Making Plans

“Ya’ll know yer gonna be washin them sheets!” exclaimed Applejack at the top of her lungs.

The orange farm pony had walked in on the Rainbow Dash and her husband in a post coital embrace. Needless to say, she wasn’t too happy at this site, and dragged the two out of the barn.

“I heard ya the first time, AJ!” Rainbow Dash shouted back. “You act like we’re the first ponies to ever have a role in the hay in your barn!”

“We Apples are a decent bunch of ponies!” the orange mare continued to yell. “We’d never do something so obscene! Right Big Mac?”

Big Macintosh, who had just arrived at the farm, simply stood there and tried to act as casual as possible. But being the honest stallion he was, he eventually cracked a guilty grin.

“Oh for Celestia’s sake!” exclaimed Applejack. “Am ah the only decent pony around here!?”

“You’re certainly the only one not getting any,” chuckled Rainbow Dash. “Although, if you play your cards right, I’m sure Mal will help you with that.”

This remark even caused the normally stoic Big Macintosh to let out a chuckle.

“Why you know good piece of…” Applejack began to yell, before being cut off.

“Would you look at the time,” Bookworm chimed in. “I think it’s time that Dash and I go house hunting. Thank you so much for your hospitality Miss Apple.”

Bookworm engulfed his still cackling wife with his magic and ran off as fast as he could. Big Macintosh meanwhile had to hold back his fuming sister. A little down the road, Bookworm let Rainbow Dash out of his magical embrace, dropping her to the ground.

“You didn’t have to keep pushing her buttons, you know,” commented Bookworm.

“Oh, come on, Bookie,” said Rainbow Dash, still chuckling some. “I was just bucking around with her. Sides, not like she couldn’t use her own little roll in the hay.”

“We seem to have a habit of your friends walking in on us,” he remarked. “Remember our wedding?”

“At least this time we weren’t still in the act,” she retorted. “Now lets go find us a house.”

“Shouldn’t we find a realtor for this?” asked Bookworm.

“I got that taken care of,” said Rainbow Dash. “He’ll be meeting us by the town statue.”

“When did you have time to contact a realtor?” asked Bookworm.

“When we visited Twilight I had Spike send a message for me,” answered Rainbow Dash.

“So who is he?” asked Bookworm.

“You’ll see,” said Rainbow Dash, with a devilish smile.

The young couple arrived at the statue in the middle of town.

“I thought you said he’d be here,” commented Bookworm.

“I said he’d be meeting us here,” retorted Rainbow Dash. “I never said he would be here before us.”

“At my age, I’m allowed to take my time,” answered somepony.

Bookworm looked up to see none other than Bifröst, father of Rainbow Dash, descending down towards them. Like his daughter he sported a rainbow colored mane and tail, but with brown eyes and a frosty blue coat. Soon as he landed, Rainbow Dash leaped towards her father and gave him a big hug.

“Awesome seeing you again, dad,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash.

“It’s always great to see my little Dashie,” said Bifröst, with a warm smile.

The older pegasus stallion then turned his look towards his son in law.

“Bookworm,” he said, with a slightly bitter tone.

“Sir,” said Bookworm, now blushing.

At their wedding, Bifröst was the one who walked in on Rainbow Dash and her new husband in the “act.”

“Dash never told me you were a realtor,” commented Bookworm.

“Well, I wasn’t originally,” began Bifröst. “But I’m not as athletic as I used to be. Some of my friends told me they’d made some decent extra bits working in real estate, so I figured I’d give it a try. Been at it for a little over a year now; I do alright.”

“Well, it’s good to have things to do,” said Bookworm.

“Sure,” replied Bifröst, in an uninterested tone.

“Aw, come on dad,” said Rainbow Dash. “Cut Bookie some slack. It takes two to tango, ya know.”

“I’d rather not talk about it,” said Bifröst. “Let’s focus on the task at hoof. You two need a place to live. Of course Bookworm can’t live up in a cloud house, given he has no wings.”

Rainbow Dash rolled here eyes at her dad’s remark. Bifröst always figured his daughter would marry a fellow pegasus athlete, not a writer.

“Hey, we could always live in a tree house,” commented Rainbow Dash. “It would be off the ground.”

“I’m pretty sure Ponyville doesn’t have tree houses for sale,” said Bifröst. “But you could always make some sort of addition to a house. Something that would elevate your bedroom off the ground.”

“That actually sounds pretty cool,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash.

“Maybe we should build a house then,” commented Bookworm.

“Think you can actually afford that?” replied Bifröst, in a condescending tone.

“Bookie is a best selling author, dad,” replied Rainbow Dash. “And I still have bits saved up from being the Wonderbolts. So yeah, I think we can afford to build ourselves a house.”

“Alright then,” said Bifröst. “Let’s look at some plots for sale.

Bifröst wouldn’t admit to it, but he was glad to see his little Dashie sticking up for her husband; he knew that meant she really did love him.

“How much space do you think you’ll need?” asked Bifröst.

“Well, I’d say a decent amount of space,” began Rainbow Dash, who was blushing a little. Bookie and I…were thinking of maybe…starting a family.”

“Do what now,” exclaimed Bifröst, who’s ears perked up slightly. “Did you say starting a family?”

“Well…um…” fumbled Rainbow Dash, now sounding a bit like Fluttershy. “Yeah.”

“Well why didn’t you say so!?” exclaimed Bifröst, now sporting a huge grin.

“I’ll be glad to help pay for anything you need to make sure you’re house is absolutely perfect!”

“Um…thanks dad,” replied Rainbow Dash, surprised by her dad’s enthusiasm. “You really don’t need to do that.”

“Are you kidding!” he exclaimed again. “This is my first grandchild! This is the greatest news I could hear! If only your mother was around…”

“Yeah,” said Rainbow Dash.

“But she was too busy to make the trip with me,” replied Bifröst. “But I’ll give her the great news!”

“Don’t get overly cheery, dad,” said Rainbow Dash. “I’m not even pregnant yet.”

“That’s why we gotta get you a place and fast,” exclaimed Bifröst, who then turned his attention to Bookworm. “I’m sure you won’t have any problem getting the job done, my favorite son in law!”

“Uh, sure, thanks,” said Bookworm, nervous at how much more affectionate his father in law had become.

“You two just enjoy the day,” said Bifröst. “I’ll swoop around town and find the perfect piece of land for you!”

In an instant the frosty blue pegasus flew off to find something for his precious daughter and son in law. Rainbow Dash and Bookworm stood there in confusion.

“Guess all we had to do get your dad to like me was promise him grandchildren,” said Bookworm.

“I didn’t even know he wanted to be a grandpa,” said Rainbow Dash.

Just then, Bifröst dashed back in front of them, sporting a huge grin.

“I have found the perfect place!” he exclaimed. “And I’ve already contacted a construction team and everything!”

“Wow, dad,” said Rainbow Dash. “I haven’t seen you move like that in years.”

“Guess I got a new kick in my step,” replied Bifröst with a proud smile. “Although you’ll have to stay in a hotel or with a friend while construction comes along.”

“I doubt Applejack will have us over again,” thought Rainbow Dash.

“Maybe Twilight wouldn’t mind us staying with her,” said Bookworm. “I bet she could use some assistance anyway, since Big Macintosh has to work on the farm.”

“That is an idea,” said Rainbow Dash. “Let’s give her a visit.”

Chapter 18: A Moment With RarSeed

Rarity was humming to herself quietly in the sewing room of the Carousel Boutique, working on her latest fashion idea. It was at this moment that her beloved fiancé, Hayseed Turnip Truck paid her a surprise visit. The groundskeeper stallion walked in rather timidly, with what appeared to be a frown on his face.

“Hayseed, darling,” exclaimed Rarity. “It’s so wonderful to see you! What brings you here at this time of day?”

She sauntered over to give her fiancé a kiss.

“Oh…ah…just wanted to see ya,” Hayseed fumbled about. “Whatcha doin?”

“The usual,” she said. “Working on a fabulous new design.”

“That’s…really nice,” he replied.

“Are you alright, deary,” she asked with great concern. “You look as though you’re sick or something.”

“No, no,” he said. “It aint nothin like that. Ah…ah was just wonderin if ya were sure about marryin me?”

“Why on earth would you ask such a thing,” she asked in shock.

“Well…ah’ve just been thinkin about things,” he said. “Ah mean, ah aint the richest, smartest, cultured, or even best lookin stallion around. Ah can’t believe ya even started goin out with a country bumpkin like mahself. And…”

“Now you just stop right there,” she chimed in. “I don’t want you saying such terrible things about yourself. What brought such thoughts in your head?”

“Ah know what ah look like, Rarity,” he said. “Oh sure ah fixed mah teeth, but ah’m still goofy lookin by most standards. Ah see the way other ponies stare when we’re walkin around town. Every so often ah even hear ponies say stuff like ‘What the hay is that yokel doin with somepony like Rarity?’ And ah know how big you are on things like social status and fancy stuff. Sure ah make ok money workin at the park…but it’s not as if it’s money that’ll make us fancy pony folk. Then there was that one time in Canterlot, where ah…”

Rarity then embraced Hayseed warmly and began stroking his mane.

“I don’t want you to ever worry about silly things like that, Hayseed,” she interrupted. “That was a long time ago, and I’ve learned a lot of things since then. I’m not with you for your money or looks or any other sort of materialistic thing like that. I’m with you because I love you with all my heart and soul. You’re the kindest stallion I’ve ever met. I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you otherwise. I’ve been with plenty of stallions who were concerned with their own selfish needs, or wanted me for nothing but my looks. Some were even intimidated by my success with the boutique, or helping my friends save Equestria. But you’ve never treated me that way. You treat me as if I was the most important pony in the world.”

“Well, ya are the most important pony in the world,” he said, blushing brightly. “Aw man, that sounded so corny!”

“But I know you mean it,” she said, stroking his cheek. “And you’re the most important pony in the world to me. I wouldn’t want to change anything about you. You’ll make a wonderful husband, and a fantastic father.”

“Ya wanna have kids with me,” he said in surprise.

“Of course I do,” she laughed. “We need more wonderful ponies in this world like you. What better way to do that than having some little ones of our own.”

“Aw shucks,” he chuckled and blushed even brighter. “Ah’m too lucky to have ya, Rarity.”

“The feeling is mutual, darling,” she said, planting a long kiss on the lips.

After kissing, Rarity pulled away for a moment and started batting her eyelashes.

“You know, the store’s having a bit of a slow day,” he cooed. “Why don’t I, close shop for a while?”

Hayseed’s entire body turned beat red and he began to chuckle even more uncontrollably. That was all Rarity needed to hear, so she used her magic to lock the doors and then floated Hayseed to her bedroom; he was still chuckling as she levitated him along.

Chapter 19: Gym Class

It was a typical day at the Ponyville elementary school. The school colts and fillies were having gym class, under the supervision of Coach Snowflake. The bulky pegasus stallion had been in charge of gym class for almost a year now, and it didn’t take long for him to have gotten on the good side of nearly every school pony; of course not all took a liking to him.

“Do you really think you’ll ever get a cutie mark,” sniped Diamond Tiara at Scootaloo. “You can’t even fly!”

“I heard the Cake’s little colt, Pound, was flying by a month old,” continued Silver Spoon. “Bet that makes you feel really pathetic.

Scootaloo had been doing her best to get airborne, but nothing seemed to do the trick. Even with Rainbow Dash’s help, she couldn’t fly on her own for more than a few seconds. Naturally, this got the attention of the two biggest bullies in her entire class. On this particular day, Sweetie Belle was home sick, and Apple Bloom had been excused to help out some on Sweet Apple Acres. Despite her best efforts, the orange pegasus filly couldn’t shake her tormentors.

“You’re gonna be blank flank for life,” they shouted in unison, and began laughing.

Just then, they heard a lout snort behind them.

“And just what do you two think you’re doing,” exclaimed Snowflake.

The two bullies turned their heads slowly to see their imposing gym teacher standing right behind them; his eyes flaring up in anger. Not the “I’m going to kill you type anger” but the “I’m terribly disappointed in you both” anger.”

“N-n-n-nothing,” they both stuttered.

“Nothing, what,” he said in a soft, but firm tone.

“N-n-n-nothing, Coach Snowflake,” the both responded, again in unison.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. “NOW! GIVE ME FIFTY LAPS AROUND THIS GYMNASIUM! AND I BETTER NOT SEE ANY WALKING TILL YOU FINSISH!”

“YES SIR, COACH SNOWFLAKE SIR!” the two shouted before darting off to do their laps.

This left Snowflake alone with Scootaloo, who was still trying to process what had just happened. She stood there, frozen in awe at the size of her gym teacher. More specifically, she looked at how small his wings were. She always wanted to know just how a pony his size, with wings barely bigger than her own could fly so easily. Snowflake wasn’t blind to these stares, and he figured now as a good enough time to talk with her about it. By herself, he wouldn’t have to worry about her two little friends interrupting with several questions per second.

“Wondering how I do it, aren’t you,” Snowflake asked.

“How you do what,” asked Scootaloo.

“I’m not as dumb as I look,” he said with a sly smile. “I know you wonder how somepony as big as me is able to fly so fast and gracefully through the skies, despite having a wingspan no bigger than a filly’s hoof.”

“Well…”she began. “Yeah! Of course I am! I mean, who wouldn’t be!? I do all I can, every single day, to try and stay off the ground for more than just a few measly seconds! I do everything Rainbow Dash tells me to do! I exercise like crazy to build up muscle! And Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were right about Pound Cake! That little colt was flying within a month of being born! HOW!?”

“Muscle isn’t everything, kiddo,” retorted Snowflake. “I mean, look at me. Many ponies have been amazed at my abilities. Several doctors have even said that by all accounts, I shouldn’t be able to lift my body with such tiny wings. But I do.”

“Then…how,” Scootaloo asked in confusion. “How do you do it? And what am I doing wrong?”

“You lack confidence in yourself,” he said bluntly.

“What the hay are you talking about,” she exclaimed. “I got confidence coming out the wazoo!”

“Maybe when you’re playing with your little scooter,” he retorted. “But when it comes to actually flying, you don’t believe enough in yourself. You clam up, you worry about what you’re gonna do wrong and it all backfires on you.”

“But…but I have Rainbow Dash for a teacher,” she said. “How can I not be confident, when I have the best flyer in Equestria teaching me everything?”

“The teacher can only do so much, Scootaloo,” he explained. “A teacher can tell you everything you need to know. A teacher can tell you they have confidence in you, and that’s great and all. But eventually, the student has to believe in themselves or they’ll never truly soar. That’s the true secret to pegasus magic.”

“Pegasia have magic too,” questioned Sctootaloo.

“Of course they do,” said Snowflake. “All ponies have magic in them. I thought you knew that by now.”

“Well, I’ve always been taught that unicorns were the magic users,” she replied.

“They have visible magic, true,” he explained. “But remember, only pegasai can fly and walk on the clouds, and only earth ponies can grow plant life. It’s our own sort of internal magic. Rainbow Dash does what she does so well because she believes in it so badly that’s she made it a reality.”

“How come she’s never said this to me,” asked Scootaloo.

“I’d say it’s because she thinks more about the technical aspects of flight,” he said. “The do’s and don’ts of it all. Sure, she has instincts too, but she still doesn’t take into consideration that her own confidence is what allows her to do the things she does. Another example, my wife Fluttershy.”

“Fluttershy,” Scootaloo responded in surprise. “But she’s so timid.”

“Very true,” he chuckled. “But, when she’s able to drown out all of her doubts, she’s able to pull forward better than anypony could imagine. I’m sure you heard about that time she helped get the water up to Cloudsdale.”

“Oh yeah,” Scootaloo remembered. “Dash said that if it weren’t for Fluttershy, they never would’ve made it.”

“She made all the difference in the world,” said Snowflake. “So, keep following Rainbow Dash’s instructions of course. But, also remember that the more you believe in yourself, the more magic you’ll buildup within to send you soaring through the skies.”

“Does that mean no more playing on my scooter,” Scootaloo asked with a frown.

“Of course not,” said Snowflake, after letting out a hearty laugh. “I’ve seen what you do on that thing, and it’s quite impressive. I’m sure if anything, it’ll help you in your endeavors.”

In her mind, this gave Scootaloo a great idea. Of course she couldn’t execute said plan till she got back in touch with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom.

“Thanks a lot, coach,” exclaimed Scootaloo, giving him a hug.

He wasn’t expecting that, but he gladly hugged her back. She then ran off to make some plans. Snowflake then noticed Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon panting heavily off to the side.

“I DIDN’T SEE FIFTY LAPS LADIES!” he shouted to them.

The two prissy fillies let out a shriek and ran even faster.

“Oh Celestia, do I love this job,” Snowflake exclaimed with a proud smile.

Chapter 20: Back to the Library and Back to Work