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// 12. Silk - by Drizzle Quill 
// Story: RariJack - The Compilation of Prompts 
// by Titanium Dragon 
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Drizzle Quill.


Silk.





“Rare…Ah know it’s Date Night an’ all, an’ Ah know it’s yer turn to pick, but…do we really have to spend the time makin’ dresses, of all Celestia’s things?”

“Silk dresses, Applejack!” came the eager reply. “Silk! They will be beautiful and wonderful for our trip to Manehatten in a few weeks. Besides –” Rarity glanced over at her marefriend, blue eyes dead serious. “After those…those monstrosities you made with my cutie mark, I’d say you need the practice.”

Applejack groaned, tipping her hat back just a little so the brim didn’t cover her face and trotted forward, begging to reason. 

“Ah don’t think Ah can make silk dresses all fancy-like,” she muttered, lifting up some of the fabric with one hoof and dropping it.

“Nonsense! Once you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.” Rarity levitated a roll of silk and a tape measure and began to observe the length and width of the pink material.

“But—”

Rarity turned, eyes half-lidded. “Do not try to back out of this one, Applejack. I went to that rodeo with you last week, and now you must repay the favor.” She turned and began to mess with her silk again.

“Can Ah at least do somethin’ for ya other than make the dress?” Applejack pleaded, green eyes pleading. Rarity stared at them for a few moments, in which sapphire met emerald, and frowned.

“Well, that sets back my plans a bit, as I’ll have to think of a new role you can accomplish so you’d be a part of this night,” she contemplated, staring up at the ceiling.

Applejack just stared, hoping for the best, and broke into a large grin when a delighted look appeared in Rarity’s eyes. “Ya thought of a way for me to escape – Ah mean, help in some other way?”

“Absolutely!” The unicorn grinned, white teeth flashing mischievously. “I know the perfect way you could help! And I trust that you’ll love it.”

About an hour and a half later, the true meaning of Rarity’s idea was revealed by Applejack in a long pink gown rimmed with white cotton and laced with silver thread. She stared at it in disgust, and then looked back up at her marefriend. “Rarity. Rare. Ya know that wasn’t what Ah had in mind, right?” The farmpony lifted up one hoof, green eyes irritated. “Ah look awful.”

“You look beautiful,” Rarity murmured.

AJ looked up. “Ya…ya really think so?”

“You look beautiful,” Rarity whispered again. “Gorgeous. Simply…” She choked on something – were those tears? – and sighed, tipping her head to one side. “…gorgeous.”

Applejack smiled. Maybe if Ah got to see her this happy, it wasn’t a bad idea to dress in silk after all.





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