“Dashieeeeeee!” Pinkie exclaimed energetically as she bounced on the bed she shared with Rainbow, waking up her prismatic-haired girlfriend, and on a weekend to boot. “Let’s go get donuts! C’mon! C’mon c’mon c’mooooooon!”

“Mmmnnn, nooo…” Dash groaned, not nearly as much of a morning person as Pinkie. “F-five more minutes, dude…~” She said before holding a pillow over her head, covering her ears and turning away from the loud chaos that was her girlfriend trying to wake her up.

“You wanna wait five more minutes for free coffee and donuts? What is wrong with youuuuuu?!~ Donut Joe’s giving out free breakfast donuts and coffee to his first ten customers today! Let’s goooooooo~” The pink party girl replied, already fully dressed, eager to get her morning munchies.

Rainbow sits up in a flash, seemingly getting dressed instantaneously as she stands from her reclining position just a second ago. “FREE?! Well what the fuck are we waiting for, babe? Let’s go!”

Within a minute they were both dressed and driving down to the donut shop in Pinkie’s car. Rainbow jumped out from the passenger’s side before Pinkie even managed to park the car. They were indeed the first ones there, as Donut Joe was just walking to the door to unlock it from the inside as Rainbow flung it open. “Hey, Joe! A little birdie told me you’ve got some free donuts for me!~”

“Sure do, come on in!” The small business owner said with a grin, inviting the two girls inside, Pinkie skipping in behind Rainbow, waving to Joe with her ever-peppy disposition. “What do you two girls want today? It’s all gonna be made hot and fresh for my two most valued customers!”

“Hmmm…” Pinkie studied the menu for maybe a millisecond before ordering. “Ooh, ooh! Okay, two bear claws, three cinnamon twists, a maple bar, three glazed, two powdered, and three soft crumbies!~”

“And two big-ass coffees!” Rainbow piped up behind her girlfriend, Joe not even flinching at the tall order, happy to serve them the free donuts; with how much they came here he’d make the money back in less than a week.

“Comin’ right up!” He replied happily, tying off his apron before setting to work, the girls watching him go to it like the culinary master he was, sweet scents of sugar, maple, wheat, and whipping cream, among other things filled the air.

“Smells so good! I love being in the shop when Joe’s working!~” Pinkie said, skipping around two tables in a figure-eight shape, lots of pep in her step. Within fifteen minutes, the donuts were cooked and fresh out of the oven, piping hot.

“And two iced coffees, your favorites!” Joe said as he slid the plate of donuts and the two cups onto the table, smiling and making small talk with Pinkie. “So, what’ve my favorite customers been up to, eh?”

“Nothin’ much,” Rainbow said, before cramming a bearclaw in her mouth, yet continuing to talk as she chewed. “Jusht shchool and shtuff.” she chewed a few times before swallowing audibly before reaching for her coffee and taking a large chug.

Within a short but not surprising amount of time, the plate of doughnuts and the two large cups were emptied completely into the stomachs of the two high schoolers. Rainbow let out a loud belch, which Pinkie followed with a giggle. “Hehe, nice one, Dashie!~” After a few more minutes of small talk, the two girls thanked Donut Joe for the free breakfast and made their way back home.

“Oof, man I’m stuffed… I’m gonna shower, Pinks. Wanna join?~” Rainbow asked as she stepped out of the baggy sweatpants and t-shirt she had thrown on for their breakfast.

“Part of me does, part of me knows you’re gonna do naughty stuff if I get in the shower with you.” Pinkie replied with a giggle, before skipping over and smooching her nude girlfriend, arms draped over her shoulders. “But all of me is definitely okay with that!~”

-WARNING: FLUFF AHEAD-

The two kissed each other enthusiastically before stripping completely and stepping into the shower together, the small room quickly filling with steam. Dash began to lather up her girlfriend’s more voluptuous form, watching the body wash lather up in large suds across her chest and flowing down to cover the rest of her curves. “God, you’re so beautiful.” Rainbow said in her tomboyish manner, gripping the large pillows of flesh and playing with them at her leisure, mesmerized as the bounced and jiggled slightly with her motions.

The pink-haired girl giggled playfully, shaking her shoulders and chest side-to-side, hefting her breasts in Rainbow’s hands. “You sure have a big obsession with my boobies, don’tcha Dashie?”

“How could I not? They’re so huge and soft. Almost as soft as your butt~” This comment was followed by a slap to the girl’s pink ass.

“Owie, hehe!~”

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Pipsqueak groaned as he turned to look at the clock on the wall. Why did Celestia have to give him detention on a Saturday. “Agh, this is bloody torture! Why the piss did it have to be on a weekend?” He asked nobody in particular.

“It’s only been five minutes, squirt.” Coach Iron Will said to the teen boy. “And trust me, I don’t wanna be here either, I should be out coaching the baseball team right now. I hope that assistant coach isn’t fucking up the drills…” The large man snorted in annoyance at the thought. “Speaking of which, are you and Spike still gonna join the football team this summer? I heard you’ve been workin’ out with Apple. I’m sure he’s been working you two real hard.”

“You bet your arse we are! And I’ll be the best receiver in’a league, I swear on me grandmum’s grave.” The Trottingham teen replied with a cocky smirk. This made Coach Will laugh heartily.

“Well, your enthusiasm is admirable, Pip-squirt. But don’t go getting a big head. The varsity team only has so many slots, and you still gotta try out like everyone else. But, if that redneck boy thinks you two can make it, maybe I should give you the benefit of the doubt.” He tossed out, casually leaning his back against the wall, crossing his arms. “You know last year, he made 20 sacks and 36 tackles, just in the pre-season games? That boy’s gonna have scouts looking at him all season this time around.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen the bloke play. Him an’ Biceps won’t have any trouble gettin’ scholarships, and neither will Spike an’ I. But I’m gonna get noticed no matter what, that’s me only chance o’ gettin’ into college at this rate, what with how bad I am at useless shite like math and whatnot.”

“Kid, fuck all that stuff. I never went to college, and I turned out just fine!” Iron Will said, holding his arms out with a toothy grin on his face. “I’ve helped bring this school eight playoff runs and five season titles.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you’re gonna be the guy yelling through the headset at us.” Pip replied, coach looking at his watch with a shrug, walking up to Pip and pointing his thumb at the clock.

“Well, I figure if we round up, 10 minutes is close enough to two hours. What do you think?”

Pip snickered and nodded, standing up and shrugging his backpack on. “I think so. I was right after all; math is just useless shite. See ya in the weight room on Monday, eh Coach?”

Coach Will simply nodded, opening the door for both of them to step out before replying, “See ya, kid. And you better not try to get out of running the mile again. Even I know you can’t get chicken pox twice.”

“Would you believe Pneumonia?” The small teen threw back with a toothy grin.

“Fat chance, Pip-squirt.”

“Measles?”

“Just go home already, kid!”

Pip walked toward the door, gym bag slung over his shoulder as he continues to harass his coach. “Dysentery, Shingles, Zica Virus, Shigella, Jaundice, Pica, Bone spurs, Muscular Dystrophy, Hemorrhoids, Ebola, Anthrax, Rabies, The Black Plague, Tetanus, Stage 4 Cancer? Throw me a bone ‘ere, Coach!”

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“Ugh, god-dammit.” Spike sighed in irritation, pulling his favorite pair of shorts out of the dryer. Well, they weren’t so much shorts anymore as they were a piece of ripped cloth, with a gaping hole in the crotch. He knew that he hadn’t put this load of laundry in; it must have been Twilight. He usually washed most of his own clothes, and therefore had failed to remember to remind his sister that his favorite shorts needed to be put on a soft dry cycle, with low heat. He sighed, clutching the tattered garment in his hand as he walked up the stairs that led from the laundry room/basement to the living room. “Hey, Twi?” He started to ask his better half as he reached his destination; the living room couch she was currently reading on.

Twilight had been so absorbed in the story she was reading, she hadn’t noticed her mohawked brother/lover until he said her name, and she looked up from the pages with a calm smile. “What’s up, Spikey?”

“Ehhh…” He simply sighed, before letting out a chuckle as he held up his shorts, her eyes widening in surprize. “I guess I forgot to tell you, gentle wash only?”

“Oh, shoot! Sorry…” The bookish girl replied, offering a sheepish smile. “I-I can buy you a new pair…?”

He smiled and waved it off. “Nah, ‘s’okay. To be honest I was a bit upset at first, but on my way up the stairs, I realized it’s just a pair of shorts…” He paused for a few seconds, before grinning and making a model-like pose, currently only in a t-shirt and his boxer-briefs. “Besides, I bet you like this outfit much better, don’tcha?~”

“Mmm…” Twilight hummed an approval, smirking up at him. “Well, I can’t exactly disagree with that… Your butt’s almost as nice as your bulge.” She said teasingly, reaching up and daintily touching the side of his hip.

The mohawked hunk simply laughed in response, before leaning over and kissing the bookworm’s forehead. “Go ahead and finish that chapter, I’m gonna get started on dinner. How does spaghetti sound?” He asked over his shoulder as he walked to the kitchen, already knowing the answer and getting out all the utensils and ingredients ready.

“Perfect, chef Spike!~”

-----

As Applejack saw Granny Smith sitting in her rocking chair and knitting, she felt this was as good a time as ever to inform her about her decision to date Rarity. Big Mac was out getting gas for the family pickup, and Applebloom was out playing with Scootaloo and Sweetiebelle. There would be no distractions, which was good; The Apple family, for the most part, was very traditional and set-in-its-roots. Of all of her older relatives, Applejack knew that Granny Smith was probably the most understanding and open-minded, but she wondered if this would go over well with her.

Deciding ultimately that standing there thinking about it wouldn’t do her much good in finding her answer, she steeled herself, putting on a confident smile as she sat across from her grandmother in the sofa chair on the other side of the coffee table. “Hey Granny, there’s, uh… There’s somethin’ real important I gotta tell ya.”

“Well, I’m all ears, young’un. What’s eatin’ ya?” The ever-smiling elder asked with her usual welcoming demeanor. This made Applejack give a tomboyish chuckle before slowly continuing.

“Well, I don’t know how yer gonna take it, bein’ that the family’s always identified collectively as Christian… But, well… You know my friend, Rarity?”

Granny nodded cluelessly. “Sure do! She’s the gal that makes all those fancy dresses and whatnot. What about her, AJ?”

“Well…” The farm hand sighed, a bit nervous now. “I… I decided that…. Eh, me an’ her… We’re datin’. We… She’s my girlfriend.”

Applejack squeezed her eyes shut as the statement left her mouth, afraid of what her elder’s reply would be. It was silent for a few moments, before she heard Granny reply in a warm, motherly tone. “Applejack…”

She gasped softly in surprise, feeling an old, wrinkled hand gently touch the back of her own. She opened her eyes to see Granny giving her a warm smile that only a loving mother figure could give. “Ah’m gonna be honest with you. While it’s surprising to say the least, and while Ah’m just a small bit disappointed you won’t be givin’ me any biological grandchildren, Ah still fully support you. Sure, the bible says things about two fellas or two gals together. But it also says that we need to love those close to us, no matter what, even if they’re doin’ things that might not be right in the eyes of God.

“But, if yer really sure yer gonna be happy with this gal, then I wanna support my granddaughters happiness. You have my blessing to date this gal.” She paused her speech to gently cup one of Applejacks cheeks, using her thumb to wipe away one of the tears that were falling from her granddaughter’s eyes, due to the flurry of emotions that had rushed over her. “No matter what any book says, even if it’s the good book itself, nothin’ will ever stop me from lettin’ you know that Ah love you. Ah know yer momma and pappy are long gone, but you, Big Mac, and Baby Bloom have always been my number one priority. Ah see all three of you as my own kids, just like Ah did yer pappy when he was a lil’un.

“So don’t be afraid to be happy with this gal yer so smitten with. The last thang I’d ever wanna do is deny you yer right to be happy with whoever you love.”

Applejack was sobbing quietly now, and hugged her Granny as tears of joy fell from her eyes. She sputtered out a thousand thanks to her elder, and the old woman who she knew loved her as though she was her daughter, unconditionally, gave a sagely, loving smile, and held her close, giving her comforting rubs on the back.

“It was very brave of you t’come to me about this, Jackie.” Granny said after a few comfortably quiet minutes, pulling away to look into her granddaughters still damp eyes. “‘Specially not knowin’ how Ah’d react, but voicing your feelings anyway… That’s the kinda woman yer momma was. I know she’d be proud to see what an amazin’ young woman you’ve grown into,” She said softly, still smiling lovingly as Applejack wiped her eyes dry, chuckling softly, as Granny’s words had warmed her heart, almost as much as the words that followed;

“And Ah’m proud, too.”

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Mac had just finished getting gas for the Apple Family pickup at a gas station near the outskirts of town, where the gas prices were a bit cheaper. He closed his fuel tank lid, and decided to walk into the small convenience store attached to the gas station to get something to drink. After buying a bottle of sweet tea from the cashier, he walked back outside and put down the tailgate, sitting down on it and cracking open his drink, before taking a hearty gulp. He sighed in delight at the sweet, yet somehow natural taste of the tea, though he was sure there was close to half a cup of sugar in it.

The large farm hand simply sat there for a few moments before a beat up muscle car loudly pulled up to the pump beside him, the engine rattling and skipping unhealthily, before the driver killed it. He heard the parking brake click into place before four large teenagers stepped out, reeking of nicotine, sweat, and poor life decisions. He did his best to pay them no mind, but the driver, seemingly the leader of the group, looked over at him and snickered, gesturing to him with his thumb before turning to his friends. “Hey boys, should we help big Tex over here find his horse?”

The group of degenerates laughed and sniggered rudely, yet Mac still stared silent, not really caring either way enough to engage them. It happened all the time, folks just thought his style was strange. He was used to it by now. And besides, his jeans, cowboy boots, and flannels were comfy and functional. Why should he change what he wore?

He was comfortably lost in these thoughts for a few moments, not noticing the group of rough looking teenagers had begun to walk into the store, before part of the driver’s next sentence caught his ear.

“... And Spike will know we weren’t bluffing when he sees what I’ve got in store for him, the little prick…”

Now, Mac never liked to assume the worst in people. He was always very kind, even if it was disguised as a barrier of blank stoicism, but even he knew something about that sentence was worrisome. He called out, louder than was normal for the quiet cowboy, “Y’all know Spike?”

This took the driver by surprise, as he turned back around to stare at Mac, his friends following suit. After a moment of silence, Garble smirked, deciding to play along. “Yeah, we got some history. Guess you could say we’re going over to his place for a little party right now.”

Now, that definitely didn’t sound friendly. Mac stood up, and flatly replied, “Ah don’t think he’s expectin’ y’all.”

“Well, it’s a surprize party. But unfortunately, you weren’t invited. So it really isn’t any of your business, Tex.” Garble threw back with a raspy snicker, him and his goons closing in on Mac, stepping a bit closer. “Besides,” The threatening teen continued, cracking his knuckles as they circled the farm-hand, though Mac didn’t seem phased one bit. “Don’t ya know it’s rude to eavesdrop on someone’s conversations?” he asked in a joking tone, before grunting as he threw a punch, quick as a whip.

But Mac was quicker, catching Garble’s meaty fist, seemingly without any effort at all. Garble was surprised to say the least, his three henchmen just as much. The large southern boy glared down at him, speaking slowly, each word seemingly weighing down on Garble, as a warning sign of what would come if he dared to instigate further.

“An’ it’s also rude to show up to someone’s home unannounced. So, if’n y’all want my advice, Part’, y’all better scoot on home and reschedule this ‘party’ of yers. Understand?”

Garble growled in irritation, nay; anger. He pulled his fist from Mac’s grasp, walking back to his car with daggers in his stare. “Dumb move, Tex. Real fuckin’ dumb. Defending that loser’s only gonna get you hurt… Or a whole lot worse.”

Mac didn’t respond, staring right through Garble with a cold glare of his own, not breaking sight with the degenerate until him and his goons were all the way down the road in his car, and out of sight. Then, without a hint of hesitation, he pulled out his phone, quickly dialing up Spike’s number. It was clear to Mac that his friend was dealing with more than he could handle on his own with whoever that kid was, and Mac wasn’t about to let Spike go to war by himself. The line rung four times before the mohawked teen answered.

“Hey, Mac! What’s up?”

“Spike, somethin’ bad’s happenin’ between you an’ some feller with bad intentions. What’s goin’ on?”

The line was silent for several long moments, before Spike responded with a serious tone, knowing exactly who his large country friend was referring to.

“Call Pip, tell him we need to meet up... Be at my place with him in 15, I’ll tell you both everything.”

Author's Notes:

Boom. A chapter of DiE AND Canterlot High in one night. Who's awesome? Not me, but I'm sure all of you guys are, thanks so much for your patience! As always, make sure to follow the co-writer of this story, Ringmaster, if you haven't already. He's the guy who makes this all possible, go give him a big thanks on his page! Stay tuned for the next chapter.

Deuces, guys!