“Rainbow Dash, you get your hooves outta our laundry this instant!”
“No!” The pegasus shouted back in stern defiance. A heap of various cloth filled her hooves, threatening with every whip and flap in the wind to fly away into the distance. Her head and neck were craned back just to fit it all, and Dash had no way to see where she was going. Just so long as that involved up and away, the rest didn't matter so much. Her wings flapped erratically under the precarious load.
“Get down here right this instant!” Applejack shouted, stomping her hoof on the dry dirt.
“I said n—” something small, frilly and polka-dotted leapt free of the heap and slapped itself across Dash’s face. With her hooves still full, she had to bite down and forcibly shoved the offending piece back into the folds. “I said no! I’m not letting you humiliate Big Macintosh!” Then she looked at what she’d actually just been putting her mouth to, glanced to Applejack, then connecting the two, looked anywhere but. “So there!” she added, but with less certainty than moments before.
“For the last time Rainbow Dash, our bet ain’t no concern of yours! Get that through your bird brain, you featherhead!” Her eyes narrowed, and there was a sensation like rattlesnake tails. “Don’t make me get my rope.”
The pegasus dropped the clothes she’d pilfered—everything she could find in the time it took Applejack’s bewilderment at her sudden speedy arrival to turn to anger—and crammed it into the bough of the tallest apple tree she could find. See her applebuck these apples!
Dash’s chest rose and fell. She ran her tongue, tasting only faintly of cloth, over dry lips. Her eyes wide and heart pounding, she looked back to the doorstep house.
Applejack wasn’t there, or anywhere else to be seen for that matter.
“Heh,” Dash said, denying her own anxiousness. “Looks like she gave up.”
The hissing cord that struck from below and snagged her leg suggested otherwise. The rope yanked Rainbow Dash’s shoulder socket like a suddenly loosed anchor. Rainbow Dash yelped as she plummeted, helpless against the force of the draw. It wasn’t just gravity, it was gravity that had caught you rifling through its undergarments.
“I. Don’t. Think so!” Dash cried, punctuating each statement with a resounding flap of her wings. The rope twanged with tension, Dash slowed from plummet to a tremendous crawl. This was one catch of the day that was getting away, if she had any say! Which she had just done! She pulled and pulled, but pull as she might she could only halt her descent. Her wings churned air, her hair stood on end, the rope dug into her foreleg...
“The rope!” Dash shouted. It’d caught around a branch, turning the whole tree into a pulley that worked against her, inadvertently choosing the pony who tended them, cared for them and watched over their well being over the one who had slept with them. “Traitorous tree, after all the naps we shared? Let me go!” She pawed at the lasso, scraping it from her hoof. With a sudden, final bite of rope-burn it slid free and recoiled down through the leaves.
“Darn it Rainbow, you’re getting on my nerves!”
Her back to the sunlight, Rainbow Dash pressed herself belly down into the nest of clean clothes and towels like a lizard. Applejack, she well knew, was good with that rope. She tossed a wooly sock to the open air; it met with the crack of twine and a sudden yoink, all with the speed that would have made a striking cobra stop and blink.
Correction—Applejack was scary good with that rope.
Dash’s logic stood, if somewhat wild eyed and drunkenly, thusly: if she took all of the Apples’ clothes, Big Mac couldn’t be made to wear any of them. If Big Mac couldn’t be humiliated, he couldn’t really lose.
It was very important to Dash that Applejack not win.
It was a strange feeling, one that came from deep within the pegasus. Whenever she thought of Applejack it was there and the cool, collected pegasus would find herself all blustery. Applejack smirking, Applejack making a difficult trick look easy as pie, that’s when it was strongest within her. Here, frantically holding to cover and pinned down, Dash finally put a name to this feeling welling up within her, the one that made everything about Applejack so special and wonderful and dear to her.
Rivalry.
It was a good thing.
Rainbow Dash peeked through the leaves. Applejack, grumbling under her breath, was gathering windfall apples to herself. Not so far above, Dash spotted a fat little cloud, hanging heavy and alone. A wild Everfree cloud, the sort that was moody at the best of times. A smirk very much like Applejack’s own made itself at home on Dash’s mouth. She bunched up the muscles in her legs and wings, tight as they would go. You’re on, Applejack. Then, like a sudden storm, Rainbow Dash sprung forwards.
How does one describe Big Mac’s expression here, when he came upon the scene? Often as not, one might say ‘like he’d seen a ghost,’ but really, what does that entail? Ghosts, by definition, aren’t known for their liveliness.
Do we describe the extent of his stun by the way his jaw slackened, the iconic straw of hay falling like a star? Do we describe it by his thoughts, of which he had none? Eeyup and Nope had sit down and shut up, huddled together silently at the furthest back of his mind.
Perhaps we can't describe it directly. Just perhaps, it’s a face best described by proxy, by using Granny Smith’s. Herself, having stepped outside for a better view of the spectacle, turned from the action to her grandson. Her grin beamed like the illegitimate love child of a radiant dawn and a very wrinkled raisin. Her eyes lit up and, hooting with unrestrained mirth, she gave the young ‘un a solid wallop on the side.
Big Mac blinked, the gears of his mind grinding slowly back into motion. He opened his mouth. He closed his mouth.
There was a wet, sparking explosion, and a curse. Rainbow Dash was flitting about the edge of the trees, tearing cotton-candy chunks from a dark cloud and hurling them at Applejack like a deranged thunder spirit. Applejack for her part had put together a quick barricade with a turned over wheelbarrow and the plough. She’d improvised a shovel into a rudimentary mangonel and returned fire with the windfalls. They were both giggling wildly.
The occasional undergarment wafted peacefully in the breeze.
“Does me good to see her have a bit of fun,” said Granny Smith contentedly.
Big Mac’s usual easy confidence had fled. “Should...should I do something?”
On the other hoof, she was as resolute and calm as he’d ever seen her. “Nope,” she said happily, her lips smacking together like a high-hoof on the last syllable.
Quite like a tornado, the havoc invariably drew his eyes back. Dash was strutting her aerial triumph; she’d caught one of the apples and made a big show of taking a bite from it. A second apple plunged through the heart of her latest depth charge cloud which exploded in her face, zapping Rainbow Dash and drenching her at the same time. More clothes than he even knew the family had fluttered like butterflies about the farmyard. “What about...?”
“Ain’t your problem, m’boy.” She waved him over, beckoning the stallion to follow. “Come on, Big Mac, I’ll fix you a snack o’ something.”
Eeyup and Nope being drowned out by a healthy dose of confusion, he complied, and with the closing of the door left the world and its crazy mares for a time.
“Come on then, sit yourself down.” Sprightly she might not have been, but Granny could have navigated her kitchen limited to any two senses a pony cared to name. “Pass me the milk there,” she said. While her hooves got to mixing, she turned to her reflection in the window, seemingly dedicating the entirety of her concentration on tongueing a bit of something free from her teeth. The whisk whisked with absolute precision regardless. “You look ruffled. Your contest with Lil’ Applejack got the best of you?”
Big Mac didn’t answer immediately. He filled his lungs, held it a peaceful moment, and then loosed the breath. “No,” he said, without the word stretching and striving away from him at all. “Still in it.”
Eggs tumbled into the mixing bowl. For a very long time, Big Mac had been convinced his Granny could crack eggs just by giving them a stern look. He’d believed this for such a long time in fact, that it encompassed his entire life up to and including this moment. He felt she had a similar manner about getting inside a pony’s head as well. “That’s good,” she said. “We don’t give in easy, even on the silly things.” The whisk halted and she turned a smile on her grandson. “Especially the silly things,” she said, and off again the whisk went.
Gleaming red apples were diced and flung into the batter, then the whole of it went into the frying pan with a satisfying sizzle and spit of oil. Granny Smith turned back to fishing the bit of something from her false teeth. “Oive aahhh..”she held up a hoof and settled the dentures back into place, testing them with a few clacks and clicks. “I’ve a feeling that this thing the girls got going is something ‘bout you.”
The smell of pancakes wrapped around him like warm, gooey blankets. “Very well could be,” he said. He considered what he knew of Rainbow Dash, and sighed. “Yeah. I’m sure it is.”
Granny nodded and hummed. “Alright then. Set an extra plate while you’re at it.”
“Granny?” he asked, but added the plate as asked.
Spatula in mouth, she flipped the first pancake like a pro wrestler going for the finishing move. There was a splat, and a renewed vigour to the sizzling. “Well o’ course I’m going to feed the girl,” she said. “Hardly the first pony to run off with...well, the first mare, ‘ceptin’ that one time, but...” She hooted her distinct laughter. “Nevermind all that. You got the plates down? That’s my boy.”
The first golden-brown pancake slid onto a waiting plate. Granny Smith poured in the next lot of batter, again to the satisfying hiss and sizzle. “So, how’s your day been?”
The stallion sat back in his seat, letting the scent filling the air hold him. “Been hectic, so far.”
For a second or two, only the frying pancake was to be heard. Granny Smith turned it over like a new leaf, rolling her false teeth side to side, as she did when thinking.
“I was in the town this morning, not long after you headed off that way yourself,” she began. Something in her voice, perhaps the softness of it, made Big Mac listen all the more attentively. “You been to the bakery lately? Carrot and Cup make it so invitin’. Fine a place as any to sit down and talk. Why, I was chattin up a storm, I was. That girl they got, you know the one, she had to wrassle my teeth off one of the foals!” the old mare chuckled. “Weren’t too long ago you and Applejack were like that; this put me right in mind of that.
“Didn’t have these back then of course,” she said, gesturing to the dentures, shrugging and smiling, “but that don’t matter. Why, I must’a been there an hour, and I was certainly gigglin’ all the way home. You know, I even forgot what I’d gone in there to get in the first place! Something silly or other, it don’t matter.”
Flip. Hiss. Sizzle. Granny Smith’s wrinkles jockeyed for position as she smiled. “I know you, Big Macintosh, and you ain’t dumb. You’ll figure it out.” The second pancake joined the first, twinned specimens of the spirit of good home cooking. “Get some juice out too, they’ll be thirsty girls.”
The stallion obliged and flicked open the icebox. “Apple or orange?”
The spatula slapped down on the counter, making Big Mac jump in place. “What do you take me for, you whippersnapper? In this house we have standards!”
“Apple it is,” he said, setting out the cups. Granny and him shared a chuckle as the next dollop of batter was poured into the pan.
“Woah Applejack, your house smells awesome!” Dash's cracking voice resounded through the house.
“You have no idea the treat you are in for if that smell is what I think it is. Come on with that towel already, you’re drippin’ on my floor!”
Well, Big Macintosh had wanted to get a chance to catch up with the errant pegasus sometime this afternoon, hadn’t he? But to actually hear her hooves, and Applejack’s as well, stomping along the hall, to this very table...
Big Macintosh readied himself to face his fate, gulping back his doubt. And the first bite of his pancakes, in one solemn forkful. He looked to Granny, wide eyed with the flavour. She winked at him, and nodded back towards the door.
The syrup of courage slathered itself across the fried apple-filled batter of his soul. He could face this. He cleared his throat. “In here.” he called out. “We’re waitin’ for you.”
Is it just me, or is every chapter name getting longer than that which came before?
I swear this is coincidence.
Run, you fool!
*Grins and doffs cap* another fun one. I love AJ and Dash, they're hilariously funny together. And I personally adore Granny Smith (When folks aren't doing that idjit bigotry rubbish which is just them projecting insecurities where there are none *grumble grumble*) anyways! I love Granny so this was a great chapter ta me. I can't wait to see what's gonna happen with Dash. *rubs hands evilly* See if she gets away with making a mess of all the apple's clean clothes or not
She's a grandma...that's kinda what they do...
Aaahh, Friendship...good, innocent friendship. This makes me .
Nice
I think Granny Smith is probably one of the most underrated and under-explored ponies, so it's always nice when a story flushes her out a bit
The only thing I can think to say here is
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For some reason my first thought was of the ShamWow guy I'll get right on that
...wait, 'flushes'??
I think you mean fleshes. Fleshes her out a bit.
2522737 Bah, whichever. You know what I meant
Grammy Smith is awesome in this chapter. She's very likable and wise, and just silly enough to still be in-character. I love Rainbow Dash's obsession with AJ as well.
2522747 To be fair a proper flushing out would probably do wonders for her system. just try not to think too hard on that one.
I enjoyed the chapter, your decision to include granny and the way you wrote her are excellent, reminds me of the granny from the loony tunes in a way. All in all a solid chapter, the only thing that I found out of place was the hints at shipping, they seem really out of place, especially for this type of fic. What I mean is that why does this fic need any shipping at all? it's fine on it's own. I could be missing something and you aren't even including shipping at all, but several sentences tease at it. Also, you used Applejack and Dash, the combination of which annoys me, due to the weird assumption that competing characters or rivals are attracted to one another, it isn't just this fandom either, it exists in all fandom featuring such a dynamic and it confuses me why people make these assumptions, especially with Applejack and Rainbow Dash as the characters come across as having a sister-like relationship. Sorry about the rant at the end there. Anyway like the chapter except for the parts I mentioned.
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The reason you find shippings of rivalry dynamics is because, when done right, they make for amazing stories. Furthermore, the saying "opposites attract" fits rather well- while they are polar opposites, they are just similar enough to work well together.
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But the thing is that in social dynamics, opposites don't attract, in fact opposites have a much higher chance of having poor relationships due to the lack of similar qualities, and no, aside from there stubbornness and loyalty to friends there are little similarities and stubbornness is a reason that a lot of people state as being the reason why a lot of relationships end, my suspension of disbelief is not high enough to disregard these facts.
Also, I have read a lot of rivalry ships, most of which I didn't agree with, and the thing is that there isn't much creativity involved, the writing is much the same regardless of fandom, with the rivalry often getting sidelined in favour of the romantic relationship which kinda ruins the character dynamics by quite a lot, as the rivalry between them is what made their interactions unique.
Also having them in a romantic relationship ruins the sibling-type dynamic they have going on, which is a generally stronger and much more interesting bond, mostly because all of us who have read multiple fics have seen a lot of romance but very few examples of a very close platonic relationship. I mean look at Big Mac, I have very rarely seen him in a platonic male-male relationship, which is downright weird, what man does not have male friends? it seems really odd how people are always pushing the shipping, yet neglect to flesh out the character with other non-romantic close relationships.
I apologise again to the author about the long rant I have again unleashed upon his story's comment section.
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just because there is teasing it doesn't neccesarily mean there is shipping I mean look at any corporate office, most will say they are a family but there is still plenty of in-office flirting between employees, maybe they aren't being shipped, just relieving some sexual pressure by teasing and such, you are right, they are like sisters, but rivalry is rarely completely platonic unless one or both of them dont have each other's sexuality, or they just respect each other too much to do so (which we can clearly see isn't the case with these 2) and on the opposites attract thing, both of my best friends are nothing like me (well, we all love explosions and ponies, but who doesn't?) I'm a shut in nerd who loves military sci-fi and stealth, my friend kyle loves anime and sniper rifles, and my friend sam just loves to destroy EVERYTHING and he loves to build stuff, me an my friend kyle are rivals, we are platonic but love trying to embarrass the other by telling obscenely dirty jokes.
tl;dr: rivals aren't shipping just because of teasing and opposites can attract
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I have no idea what point you are trying to make. You should read my first comment, the comment you replied to was replying to a reply. The reason I say this is because I mentioned that I might be wrong and I could be misinterpreting the sentences that I feel are ship teasing.
Also not reading something because it's too long makes any comment you make about it not credible as you have just stated that you have no idea about what I mentioned and therefore lack the information to make an informed opinion and create a comment that contains valid points.
As far as rivalry are concerned, I'm sure there are a number of them that have an underlining sexual meaning behind them but, to postulate that rivalries were there aren't these underlining feelings as rare is not accurate, as you would need much more evidence than your own experiences and what you claim to know.
As far as opposites attracting, I was referring to the failure of romantic relationships in the cases where opposites are in a relationship. The difference between friendship and a romantic relationship being that a key part of romantic relationships is spending a greater amount of time with your partner than you would your friends and, in cases involving siblings and parents but not children, family. This increased time spent together creates more opportunities for their opposing traits to become disruptive to your own, which creates friction as humans are creatures of habit and grow irritated rather quickly when something does not go their own way. I too have friends on the opposite end of the behavioral spectrum to me, however I only spend a maximum of a week with them and a minimum of an hour, every couple days. If I had to spend a month or two with them then I might shout and rage at them because of our conflicting behaviors and personality traits.
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Well... I didn't have any friends, male or otherwise, for nine years. I'd say I'm fairly nor- Yeah, no, can't keep a straight face. I'm a pretty scary dude when I get angry. Like, Cupcakes and Freddy Kruger got nothing on me scary.
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Well, I guess that was an unfair generalisation on my part, my bad. Still, it holds true that I have rarely come across a Big Macintosh with friends. I just find the trend to stick him as a loner, while understandable, is used just a bit too much.
Ahhh, a nice little chapter.
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i guess you got me on the polar opposites thing, with no experience dating a polar opposite, using my friends was the closest example i could give but to be specific, we (kage no brony and I) weren't saying that there was shipping, just underlined teasing but you may have inferred that was the author's intention with those last scenes, you may be right, but their dynamic has been swell so far even with the relational undertones of their actions, which, who again, are opposites (well not complete opposites, but you get the idea). I'm sure the author put the ship teasing in, just to show that they are such good friends that they can joke about that stuff and to others it looks like they have feelings for each other, which unless im just way off, probably isn't so. also, i was not postulationg that it was rare to find a rivalry without romantic feelings, i was stating that it was rare to find a rivary where they don't joke about each other sexually, not that they had hidden attractions toward each other, if that was what I meant then my next talk with my friend would be awkward (I told him about this story and he is presumably going to read the comments to find something to try to get a rise from me, if not comment with something stupid that completely kills the arguement)
also i did read your comment, the tl;dr was for people following this conversation that don' like to read big comments
At first I was like....
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But then i was like....
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Finally, I was like....
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Aw, c'mon, he's met with all the mane 6 but Fluttershy!
But yeah, this story is awesome.
2563382 Aye. And if you've no idea what Smeg comes from, it's Red Dwarf. It seems to be an all-purpose swear word as well.
2563448 red dwarf? never heard of it. but the way you talk about it, it must be good. what is it?
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2563708 Science fiction book (series?), as well as a television series. Mostly British, so yeah. One of my favorite lines from Red Dwarf: Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers is this:
2563767 ill be sure to check it out. barnes and noble's never failed me before. got an author name?
and in response to the quote...
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...nevermind. i-i just dont think there is an adequate response to something like that.
2563796 Grant Naylor.
2563805 thx. /)
(you know, they really should include a brohoof emotocon...)
2563824 Srsly.
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Short and sweet, looking forward to seeing the next chapter.
(That title you were playing around with- would be awesome.)
With so many underlying tones and suggestive phrasing, I've got no idea what's going on anymore. I gotta say. I love it. Granny's presence is the heart of this chapter and makes it so much better. Keep at it ol' boy!
Oh my lord, this was not a chapter to have read while hungry. Those pancakes...
Dat Dash, dat AJ. So hilariously adorable.
First, lol
Second, Applejack has cloths?
Excellent chapter. It went from silly and comedic to down right wholesome and thought provoking with Granny.
loving this story im glad i found about this one
one thing
sure Rainbow we´ll go with Rivalry if thats what you want, we all know its love
I have no words.
I feel like Granny Smith has a weird resemblance to Boneclaw Mother from Digger, this really cool webcomic I used to read... Also, Rainbow's pure thickheadedness!
I have a huge smile on my face while I'm reading this.
Great job so far, ambion.
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I hope you don't mind my replying to a 36 week old comment, but it's always good to see another fan of Digger.
I know it's been pointed out before, but that is one hell of a metaphor. I love it!