//------------------------------// // Them Unfortunate Apples // Story: Rarity's New Thread // by MoltenXKid //------------------------------// The sun barely was above the horizon as Rarity snuck through the acres and acres of apple trees. She knew that only she and another red stallion were awake. That’s how she needed it to be, for what she was about to do. No other pony can know. Rarity kept telling herself that her course of action was for the best, yet she couldn’t truly make herself believe that. She shook her thoughts from her head. The dress needed to be done by the next night. The unicorn walked in between the trees looking for her target, but became lost when all the trees began to look like one another. “Stupid apple trees…How does Applejack managed not to get lost?” Rarity questioned. She kept walking in between the rows of tree trying to find any source of life besides trees. On the brink of giving up hope, Rarity heard familiar sound of Apple bucking. She stealthy followed the sound of life until she saw what she was looking for- Big Macintosh. Big Macintosh surveyed a tree. It was tall, sturdy, and wide. It was healthy tree ready to be bucked. “Eeyup.” He said as he placed the basket in perfect spots to catch all the apples. He was too deep in his work to notice the white blur quickly sneaking up to him. All he knew was that the tree needed to be harvested. Rarity watched her target farm. His fur was the exact colour she needed. The only problem was that it was cut short, so she would have to take more. Especially to make a dress. It hurt her inside to know the damage she would do to this poor stallion’s fur, but it had to be done. Rarity lit her horn and shot her knockout spell onto Macintosh. It contacted with him, yet didn’t have any affect. He simply yawned before going back to work. It was that moment that Rarity knew her magic wouldn’t have any affect. She would have to get more- rather- less pristine with her efforts. “Okay, Rarity…you only got one chance.” Rarity said to herself as she snapped off a huge branch from a nearby by tree, “Sorry, Mac, but this might hurt a bit.” Rarity ran towards the farmer pony. Before he could turn around, his skull collided with the branch. The full force of gravity grabbed his unconscious, and he fell to the ground. Rarity looked away as Mac’s body twitched on the ground before falling limp. She checked his pulse and breath; he was alive. With a sigh of relief, she began cutting fur. When she was finished she walked away, yet the sun glistened on the stallion’s blond mane. An idea blossomed in her mind, and she started cutting again. It was high noon when Rarity finally walked into her home. The bags of fur hung lazily outside her bag. The job was finally halfway done; all to do now was to sew the fur into a dress. She began to walk to her design room, but was stopped by a certain squeaky voice. “Morning, Rarity! I was just about to cook- hey, what’s that red stuff in your bag? Looks like fur.” “Oh, Sweetie!” Rarity hurriedly stuffed the fur into her bag, “It’s nothing. How about you go cook breakfast, and come get me when it’s ready, hmm?” “Uh, okay!” Squeaked Sweetie. As Sweetie ran to the kitchen, Rarity ran to the design room. She began to spin the red fur and blond hair. When that was finished, she weaved the threads into cloth. She then designed the perfect dress for Fleur. It perfectly matched her curves. With a design ready, Rarity began to sew using the blonde thread to hold the dress together. She finished when Sweetie called her down to breakfast. With one last look over her work, Rarity prepared to send it to Fleur. “Sweetie, I’m going to the post office, “Rarity yelled before smelling the burning of food, “I be back to enjoy your…version of breakfast.” It was a couple minutes after Rarity left when Sweetie heard a knock on the door. Immediately forgetting the cooking task at hand, Sweetie went to check the door. The smell of burning food went unnoticed by her nostrils. She opened the door to see her friend Applebloom. “Oh hey!” said Sweetie, “What bring you by?” “Well, something terrible happened to muh brother…” “What?” “He says he was hit by a branch, and when he woke up, most his fur and hair was cut off. I came by to see if I can get a jacket or something for ‘em.” “Alright. I think we got something in his size.” Sweetie said, but then something came to mind, “Wait…Mac’s fur is red, right?” “Red as the brightest apple. Why ya ask?” “Nothing…nothing. Let’s get that jacket."