“Thanks again girls for helping me through all of this. It really means a lot.” Fluttershy said, wearing a nightgown as she hugged Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie. That night when she confessed her feelings about Bulk and accidentally shared his secret with the two girls, they had somehow managed to stop their friend from having an emotional breakdown, and even managed to convince her that everything with Bulk would be alright. A week or so later, Pinkie decided that Fluttershy should stay and have a sleepover party with her and Rainbow, to which Fluttershy happily agreed.

“No problem, Flutters.” Rainbow said, munching on a bag of chips, wearing sweatpants and a tank top from Pinkie’s wardrobe. “You’re one of our best friends.”

“Yep! That’s right!” Pinkie chimed in, wearing a set of pink pajamas. “And whenever our friends need something, we’ll always be ready to help!” She proceeded to glomp Fluttershy and Rainbow onto her bed, making the two laugh. Pinkie then began to tickle her girlfriend. “Hey, Fluttershy, did you know that Dashie’s super ticklish?”

“No! Haha! Stop it, bubble-butt!” Rainbow managed to say between giggles.

“Oh, really?” Fluttershy asked teasingly, able to come out of her shell around her friends now that they had complete privacy. “So it would be bad if I did… this?” Fluttershy lightly jabbed her hand in Rainbow’s ribs and began to wiggle her fingers, inducing a roar of laughter from the sporty girl.

“Hahaha! C’mon guys! Hahaha! That’s not fair!” Rainbow started to wiggle and turn her body in an attempt to get away from her two tickle attackers, but it was in vain. Pinkie wrapped her legs around Rainbow’s abdomen, making it impossible for her to escape. The tickle war persisted until all three friends had their share of tickle attacks targeted at them, leaving them in a heap on the floor, sustaining giggles in between pants of exhaustion.

“...hehehe…” Fluttershy squeaked out in between breaths.

“Heh. Heheheh.” Rainbow managed after several mouthfuls of air.

Pinkie was still in hysterics, being the most ticklish of the group. Her chest heaved with fits of gigglesnorts, eventually causing the other two girls to lapse back into fits of uncontrollable laughter. Eventually their stomachs began to hurt from laughter overdoses, causing their hysterics to finally cease. The three girls then all began to crave a midnight snack, a solution that Pinkie had obviously prepared for. Once Rainbow had begun to complain about being hungry, Pinkie opened her closet door to reveal a mini fridge and pantry, from which she pulled out a gallon of milk, several different flavors of soda, a few dozen cupcakes, an assortment of different chips, and several other unhealthy food products. After digging into their snacks, they all laid together on the bed, chatting a bit about this and that, cracking a few jokes, and sharing some stories. By this time, it was late at night, and Fluttershy was in need of sleep, not usually staying up past 10:30.

“Sorry to be a party pooper, girls…” Fluttershy said with a yawn. “but I’m afraid I need to hit the hay. I know it’s Saturday tomorrow, but I’m just not built for late nights.”

“That’s okay!” Pinkie offered. “we can do more stuff tomorrow!”

“Yeah…” Rainbow added with a yawn of her own. “Besides, I’m getting tired myself. Let’s get some shut eye.” Pinkie turned the lights off, and the three girls laid on the giant pillow and blanket fortress they had made earlier that night. They all said their goodnights before drifting off to sleep, even Pinkie falling asleep in a timely manner, ready for more good times with each other the next morning.

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“Applejack! Get yer heiny down here fer breakfast!” A shrill, elderly voice cried up the stairs of the Sweet Apple Acres farmhouse. Applejack had been grounded for about a week so far for fighting Rarity at school, and the way Granny Smith had been acting ever since she heard about the fight, Applejack didn’t see freedom any time in the foreseeable future.

“Comin’, Granny! Applejack replied from her room. Having already gotten dressed, she put on her boots and stetson before stoically making her way down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Big Mac was just finishing up the last component to an Apple Family breakfast: apple turnovers. He laid the serving tray on the table, stacked high with hash browns, scrambled eggs, biscuits, bacon, sausage, applesauce, and, of course, apple turnovers.

After Applejack seated herself at the table, everyone bowed their heads, and Granny Smith said grace. Ever since Applejack’s fight, grace was the only time anybody ever spoke during meals. Applejack was sure that this morning wouldn’t be any different. As everybody began to stack their plates with food, Granny Smith looked Applejack dead in the eyes, saying nothing for a few minutes. Eventually, Granny Smith broke the silence with a sigh.

And then, she spoke.

“Applejack,” As soon as the word left her lips, everybody at the table immediately froze, knowing that Granny Smith’s next words would either prolong the tension between her and Applejack, or end it. She let the word hang in the air for a few seconds before continuing. “You’ve worked real hard to gain back my respect an’ trust this past week.” A smile began to form on the old woman’s face. “You’re no longer grounded.”

Applejack immediately stood from her seat and moved swiftly to her grandmother’s side. “Thank you so much, Granny. Ah promise Ah won’t never fight no one ever again.”
“Ah know, Applejack. Thank you fer promisin’ that to me. Now let’s eat! Ah'm hungrier’n a cricket at a flea market!” Granny Smith said, a smile on her face. As the smile greeted her lips, all the previous tension seemed to leave the room. The rest of the morning’s breakfast at Sweet Apple Acres went on as usual Apple Family meals do; idle chat, jokes, laughter, great food, and genuine smiles.

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Rarity sat on her bed, sniffling. She hadn’t left her house since being suspended and kicked out of Fashion Club. Her hair was completely disheveled, her mascara had made dark lines down her cheeks, and the makeup she had put on to cover up her bruises from the fight had been washed away by her tears. Though she had tried to get ready and go out this morning, the mere thought of seeing the Fashion Club VP and her friend, Coco Pommel, without being able to make new styles and wardrobes alongside her made her break down into a fit of sobs and wails all over again. She snuggled her cat, Opalescence, as she spoke to her. “Opal, I’m such a fool. If only I had held my tongue when Applejack brought up my activities with that prince…” she sighed, “I hate to admit it, but… Applejack’s right. I need to be a good role model for Sweetie Belle, and not do such obscene things so carelessly, especially when Sweetie and her friends are around.” After another moment of thinking, she nodded to herself as she made up her mind.

“Oh, this simply won’t do! A proper lady doesn’t sit around moping and crying all day; she always takes care of her problems swiftly and neatly. I’ll go to Sweet Apple Acres today and apologize to my dear friend.” The fashionista quickly got out of bed and cleaned up. After taking a shower, curling her hair, reapplying her makeup, and putting on a ‘simply divine’ outfit, she was ready to mend her relationship with Applejack. She grabbed her favorite handbag on her way out the door, and headed directly to the Apple Family’s pride and joy: Sweet Apple Acres.

As the stylish teen approached the farm, Big Mac saw her and approached with a calm, stoic expression, a sprig of wheat in his mouth. “Ah assume y’all wanna speak t’Applejack?”

Rarity responded with a sheepish smile. “Yes, actually. I came to apologize for causing this whole ordeal. Could I speak with her now, if possible?”

Big Mac nodded. “Eeyup. Wait right here, Miss Rarity.” He walked off to the barn and found his sister feeding the cows. He cleared his throat to get her attention.

“Huh? What’cha need, big brother?” responded the middle Apple sibling.

“Miss Rarity’s outside. She wants t’speak with you.”

Applejack responded with a hopeful smile and made her way to the farm’s entrance to see the fashionista she had fought with over a week ago waiting with a nervous smile. Applejack took her stetson off and held it in front of her chest with both hands as she approached Rarity. “Howdy…”

“Hello, Applejack.” Rarity replied. Sensing the awkward tension in the air, she decided to continue. “I know that I’m probably the last person you want to speak to right now, but I realized that you were right about my actions. Not only could my bad decisions affect my dear Sweetie Belle if they continue, but also Applebloom and Scootaloo. I hadn’t realized how immature and irrational I was being in the heat of the moment, and I’ve decided to make sure that if I am to make any more bad choices, I will make sure that they do not affect those girls in any sense. And I also apologize for insulting your lifestyle. While I myself wouldn’t want to live on Sweet Apple Acres, I understand that you and your family have made many memories living here and running the business, and I promise to respect that from now on. So… I hope that you could find it in your heart to forgive me for my childish behavior and the horrendous things I’ve called you.”

Applejack simply stared at the fashionista for about a minute, tears forming in her eyes from her friend’s heartfelt words. She said nothing at first, instead opting to hug her friend. Rarity returned the hug, and the two reunited friends stood there in an embrace for a few minutes before finally releasing their holds on one another.

“Rarity, Ah know we have our differences, but to be honest, Ah don’t think I’d be okay without you as mah friend.” Applejack said as she smiled at Rarity, overjoyed to see her smile back.

“I’ve missed our friendship too, Applejack. I’m glad to be near and dear to you once again.”

“Well… As long as you’re here, why don’t ya come in for some lunch?”

Rarity looked at her friend and gave a warm smile. “That sounds wonderful, Applejack.”

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*Three weeks later*

Spike was still laying in bed, extremely tired from yesterday’s workout with Pip and Mac. Twilight had woken up a bit earlier to shower. Once she got out of the bathroom, hair still damp, a towel wrapped around her body, she saw Spike still in a deep slumber, and a playful grin crept onto her face, along with an idea about how to wake up her lover. She gently straddled his hips, taking a minute to look at his sculpted body. His workouts with his friends had made him even stronger, and what little fat he had left on his body before had turned into firm muscle. Twilight noticed his skin was almost as smooth as silk as she lightly traced his abs with her delicate fingers, emitting a low, husky groan from the boy’s mouth as he began to stir.

“Mmm…” Spike mumbled, his eyes slowly fluttering open. After wiping the sleep from his eyes, he looked ahead of him to find a very sexy, nearly-nude Twilight sitting atop him. He smirked and sat up a bit as he put his hands on her hips. “Good morning.”

Twilight responded with a light giggle and rubbed his chest with her small hands. “About time you woke up. Am I going to have to do this every day to get you out of bed from now on?”

Spike responded with another grin. “Well, it would definitely be a great way to start the day.”

Twilight laughed again before leaning towards her lover, her face not even an inch away from his. “I love you, Spike."

“I love you too, Twilight.” He said with a gentle smile before closing the gap between them, kissing her passionately. Twilight moaned into his mouth, their tongues fighting for dominance.

WARNING: CLOP AHEAD!

As they kissed, Spike could feel his member start to swell and grow in excitement. Because Spike slept only in briefs, It was very evident to Twilight how aroused her lover had become as the underside of his clothed manhood pressed against Twilight’s towel-clad abdomen. She let out a cute squeak of surprise at the feeling of Spike’s stiff pole touching her. “S-Spike… do you… need some help with that?”

“Y-Yeah…” Spike moaned in response, and Twilight deftly pulled his underwear down, his cock springing free of the cloth prison, swinging up to slap his stomach loudly. Twilight giggled at this and reached down to stroke his thick shaft, at which point Spike groaned in pleasure as his aching manhood was on the way to sweet release.

“Oh, Spike.” Twilight said, staring at Spike’s dick in wonder. “You’re so hard!” She changed her pace, stroking his rod faster while cupping his balls in her other hand. His shaft throbbed hard at this, a large drop of precum leaking from the tip. Twilight scooped it up with her finger and licked it off. “Mmm~”

“God, that’s hot.” Spike moaned, watching Twilight’s sexy act. He seemed to grow even larger at the extra attention Twilight was giving him, and Twilight decided to pleasure him even more by bowing her head to lick the tip of Spike’s cock. He continued to moan uncontrollably at Twilight’s oral service, which encouraged her to continue her stellar blowjob with even more intensity. After a few more minutes, Spike was nearing his orgasm’s threshold. “Twilight…. I-I’m gonna….”

Hearing this, Twilight doubled her efforts, going down deep, taking most of Spike’s cock into her throat, flexing her throat muscles to massage his throbbing shaft. This sent her lover over the edge as a powerful orgasm rushed through him, and as his cockhead swelled and the volleys of his seed gushed out, Twilight made sure to swallow every drop.

Spike’s moans continued for almost a minute after his orgasm, as Twilight kept her mouth on his cock after swallowing his thick load, licking and sucking on his sensitive member. When she finally pulled off, there was a thick strand of spittle connecting Twilight to Spike’s member.

“Better?” Twilight asked with a giggle.

Spike nodded his head before giving an answer, which was nothing more than a jumbled, barely coherent, “Uhuh.” Twilight giggled before resting her head on her lover’s chest. After Spike had regained his senses, he decided to pay attention to Twilight’s urges. Spike flipped their positions so Twilight was laying on the bed, and he was above her. He removed her towel and went to work on her chest, groping her breasts and lightly licking and sucking her nipples.

“Aah~!” Twilight mewled at Spike’s treatment, squirming in pleasure, her legs crossing and uncrossing repeatedly, trying to satisfy her already soaked sex. Spike trailed his hand down to Twilight’s winking womanhood, and began to run her clit. She moaned in ecstasy at the feeling, and cried out in pleasure when he slid a finger inside. “Oh, Spike!” She moaned, her body writhing in pleasure as Spike continued to finger her. It seemed her threshold for pleasure was much lower than Spike’s, because after another ten seconds of fingering, her pussy clamped around the boy’s digit and released her fluids all over his hand. She moaned in ecstasy as her orgasm rocked her body. Spike kept going, however, wanting to make his lover feel even better.
Her first orgasm slowly faded away, only for Spike’s talented digits to lead her into another euphoric sensation roused from her loins, which exploded out of her as she practically screamed her lover’s name.

“Oh, S-Spike! AHHH!!~”

Spike pulled his fingers out, licking them clean of Twilight’s juices, rousing one final moan from her lips before she collapsed onto her lover, exhausted by Spike’s handiwork.

CLOP END

“Wow, Spike...” Twilight panted, “You are…. Amazing.”

“Heh. Thanks, Twilight.” Spike said before running his hand through his girlfriend’s hair. “I’m just so happy that I was lucky enough to get to you before anyone else. I love you, Twilight.”

“I love you too, Spike.” Twilight responded, snuggling her lover once again before hopping up out of bed. “Now get up and take a shower. We’ve both got a lot to do today.”

“Yeah, me and Pip are supposed to meet Big Mac at Sweet Apple Acres today in less than an hour. Apparently he’s got some really intense training planned today.” Spike said, hopping out of bed and walked into the bathroom. After his shower, he put on some workout clothes and packed his gym bag with a two-gallon jug filled to the brim with ice cold water, his football cleats, a small stack of sweat towels, and a stick of deodorant. He quickly pecked Twilight on the cheek before heading for the front door. “I’ll be back in time to make dinner. Love you!” He said as the door shut behind him, making his way to Sweet Apple Acres rather quickly, excited to find out what Big Mac had in store for him and Pip.

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“Are you serious, mate?” Pip asked as he stared at the huge kegs of cider in astonishment. “These bloody things must weigh 100 pounds apiece.”

“Eenope,” Big Mac corrected the smaller boy, “More’n that.”

“150?” Pipsqueak asked, hoping that he wouldn’t have to lift more than his weight in cider kegs, which would be only 25 pounds more if his guess was correct.

“Eeyup.” Mac responded, calm as ever while putting some chew in his mouth.

“Agh, fuckin’ hell, mate. My back’s gonna need some serious realignment after today.”

“Only if ya act a fool and lift with yer back instead’a yer legs. Remember the talk we had about makin’ sure yer legs are strong a few weeks back?”

“Of course I do, mate; an’ sure, my legs are a helluva lot stronger now than they were during frosh ball, but these kegs are bigger than that Trixie lass’s ego.” Pip’s comment earned him a chuckle from Spike, and a smirk from Mac.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Spike asked with a confident grin. “Let’s get started!”

“Whoa there, pardner.” Mac put his hand on Spike’s shoulder to stop him, “Not so fast. First, y’all gotta put these on.” The large boy pulled out three pairs of leather work gloves from the pockets of his jeans, putting one pair on himself. “Trust me, y’all are gonna regret it if ya do this job barehanded. You’ll be picking splinters outta yer palms fer days. You may also need these, bein’ new to liftin’ stuff like this.” He finished before reaching into an open barrel and handing the boys each a leather lifting belt connected to a form-fitting back brace. “If y’all accidentally lift with yer backs, this is gonna save y’all from a trip to the hospital. Besides, Nurse Redheart ain’t exactly been in a good mood as of late, seein’ as how everyone’s gettin’ pay cuts so the hospital can get new bathrooms.”

“How did you know all of that, Mac?” Spike asked in amazement at how much his friend knew about so many things that most people wouldn’t bother to remember, or even hear about early on.

“Spike, when ya stay quiet mosta the time, yer able to listen a lot more.” Mac simply said with a sagely nod before walking over to the first keg, able to hoist it over his shoulder without much difficulty. “Don’t start till those braces are nice an’ secure.”

“Sure thing, mate.” Pip said before clasping the belt around his lower back. He then attempted to do the same as Mac had done with a different keg, but he wasn’t prepared for the weight. He was able to lift the keg a few inches off the ground before his arms unexpectedly gave out and went limp, but the boy didn’t react fast enough to move his right hand out from under the keg. His right hand and lower arm got trapped under it, and the weight of the keg pulled his upper body towards it, his face smashing into the large barrel of cider very hard, emitting a gruesome wood-on-flesh noise one could associate with running into a wooden beam or being struck in the head with a baseball bat. “Fuck! Shit, shit, somebody help!” Pip wailed in pain as he made desperate attempts to pull his arms out from under the barrel. Mac quickly reached under the keg and hoist it in the air, allowing Pip to free his arms. When he was a safe distance away from the item that had just crushed his arm, Mac set the keg back on the ground before moving quickly to his friend who was currently in a lot of pain, and wasn’t afraid to show it.

“FUCKING BOLLOCKS, I THINK I BROKE ME BLOODY ARM!” He yelled in a pained tone. Mac quickly picked the boy up in his arms before swiftly walking over to his pickup a few yards away and buckling Pip into the passenger’s seat.

“Ah’m sorry, Spike, but there ain’t enough room in the truck fer you. Ah need ya to go to the house and tell Applejack what happened and that Ah’m takin’ Pip to the hospital t’get casted up. Can you do that fer me?”

“I’ll ride in the bed!” Spike said in a panicked tone, wanting to be with his friend to make sure he would be okay.

“Ah can’t let you do that, Spike. We’re gonna be ridin’ on busy streets. Ah need you to stay here an’ do what I asked you to.” Spike tried to protest, but before he could get a word out, Big Mac started the truck and drove away.

Spike quickly ran to the house and called for the eldest Apple sister. “Applejack!”

“Ah’m in here, Spike.” She called from the kitchen, ignorant of what had just occurred outside.

“Applejack, we had an accident. Pip smashed his arm under a keg and Mac had to take him to the hospital!”

“WHAT?!” Applejack screamed in surprise before an angry look formed on her face. “Damnit, Mac.” She turned to Spike, “Alright, Spike. Come with me. We’re gonna get in the station wagon and pick up yer friend’s medical papers. Y’know where he lives, right?”

Spike nodded, “Yeah.”

The cowgirl quickly put on her stetson and grabbed a key from a small wooden hanger attached to the wall. “Granny!” she yelled up the stairs, “Ah’m goin’ into town. Ah’ll be back in a few hours! Take yer meds, alright?” She didn’t wait for an answer back before turning back to Spike.

“Good. You got a key to get in?” She walked out the front door of the farmhouse.

“His dad leaves a spare under the door mat.”

“Great.” She responded, walking off of the porch and getting into the Apple Family station wagon. She smacked the outside of her door. “Let’s get goin’, then!”

Author's Notes:

Poor Pip :(

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! If you did, a thumbs up is always appreciated! And big ups to my co-author, Ringmaster1336.

Next chapter is coming soon!

Deuces, everyone!