Hours later, Pear Butter and Bright Mac made their way to Sweet Apple Acres first. Excitedly, Bright Mac swung open the door.
"Ma, I'm home!" Bright Mac explained. "And I've got great news!"
Angrily, Granny Smith made her way to the main room. Her hooves were on her hips. Something was up. "Care to tell me where you've been? And what you're doing with - with her!? I told you to stay clear of those frickin' Pears, and what did you do? You went ahead and got eloped with her! You should be ashamed of yourself!" She sighed. "But you ain't, aren't you? You feel like the world is perfect, but I'll tell ya what. She's a Pear. Pears are backstabbing little shits! If you really think this mare will keep you happy for the rest of your life, go right ahead! But I'll tell you this, I don't approve of it! Someday you'll thank me when this bitch shows her true colors!"
Tears welled up in both Bright Mac's and Pear Butter's eyes, although they expected that to come.
"Save them crocodile tears, Pear!" Granny Smith said.
Bright Mac consoled Pear Butter. "I'm so sorry. She's usually not this rude," Bright Mac said quietly.
"I-it's fine," Pear Butter said between sobs. "I knew it was gonna go through this way. I mean, how else would it have gone? Our families hate each other, although we have a chance to show them that we can help them come together. I had doubts, you had doubts, and now I'm having those doubts again." She looked up at Bright Mac, tears in her eyes. "Are we meant to be or are we just doomed to live out the feud for the rest of our lives?"
Bright Mac forced a smile to try and lighten the mood. "Buttercup, we are meant to be. Otherwise, why would we always come back to each other despite all this hell we've been through?"
Pear Butter sniffled. "Let's go. I want out of here."
Granny Smith pulled Bright Mac away from her. "You are not going anywhere with her, married or not! You understand me, Bright Mac?"
Bright Mac gulped, tears in his eyes as he reached out to Pear Butter. He was twenty-seven years old - an adult very much capable of making his own decisions. So what was he so afraid of? Bright Mac took a deep breath and then ran back to Pear Butter despite Granny Smith's multiple attempts to reign her son in.
"I am not your plaything!" Bright Mac shouted, pushing her away. "I understand that you hate each other, but that doesn't mean that you have to make our lives a living hell because of it! Because of your stupid ass family feud, we're stuck fucked for all eternity! Do you want that for your son? To not have true love?"
"Marrying a Pear is not true love!" Granny Smith shouted. "She's fooling you, Bright Mac! I raised you better than that!"
"Well, maybe I don't want to be your son!" Bright Mac shouted, instantly covering his mouth. "I'm sorry. That came out wrong," he said.
"Dang right it did," Granny Smith said. She sighed. "I may be angry, but you'll always be my son no matter what. But you're grown now. It seems I've forgotten that part. I've always wanted you to live with me to help on the farm, but I knew that someday you'd want to leave the nest and discover your own life."
"So I'm allowed to run off with Pear Butter?" Bright Mac said, his hope rising.
"I'm not sayin' that. I'm just sayin' you're old enough to make your own decisions. And if you married her, I guess I can't be mad at you," Granny Smith said. "But I'm disappointed in my own son. I thought I raised you better than that."
Bright Mac embraced Pear Butter. "We're leaving. Far away from here, but still in Equestria. We'll make ourselves a little farm, planting both apple and pear trees. Maybe one that grows both like our secret special spot," Bright Mac said. "And we'll sell both apple and pear products."
"That ain't gonna sell well and you know it!" Granny Smith said.
"Excuse me, Miss, but I'll have you know that the treats that Bright Mac made are the best damn thing I've ever tasted! And I can't express it more that I agree with you. Apples are better than pears." Pear Butter said.
Granny Smith rose an eyebrow. "So ya fooled her too, didn't ya?"
"I didn't fool her one bit! I gave her my treats because I wanted her to try it! She came up with that conclusion on her own!" Bright Mac said. "You really need to get over your hatred of the Pears! It's made you irrational!"
"Irrational? IRRATIONAL!? You fuckin' dare call me irrational? Your own mother?" Granny Smith said. "Get the hell out of my barn. Any foals you have - keep them out too. I want nothin' to do with them, and that's final!"
Bright Mac went to his room and packed up his things, not forgetting his lasso. He smiled at it, thinking of a good use for it. He figured Pear Butter would like it from that time she pulled him close sensually. He liked it and she liked it. Now it was time to make their relationship a bit more bonding. And that was gonna be after they got down and had their first foal - Big Macintosh.