Chapter 1 - The Farmer

Mid February, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

The life of a farmer is a simple one; rise with the sun, care for the farm animals, buck apples or at least care for the trees during the off seasons. Most ponies of the Apple Family enjoyed this kind of life (with a few exceptions) and Applejack was no different, the farm being her whole life and livelihood; until a prissy, fussy fashionista blew into her life along with five other ponies (and a dragon).

That Summer Sun Celebration changed a lot of things in town, the first being that the lavender unicorn, who led the five newly made friends, would be staying in Ponyville. The second was that Applejack became more social aside from the usual help she provided around town, having actual friends and even best friends compared to close acquaintances.

This also meant that Applejack would run into the most socially up-to-date unicorn in town very often, who's task in life seemed to be making Applejack's life not so simple; from eating to clothing, everything the farmer did was 'wrong' and 'uncouth'.

It got so bad that Applejack was more than willing to call off their friendship, anything to get back to the simple life she craved. Just as it was almost all over, a storm came through; a physical one made by the weather team and following shortly afterwards was a storm of understanding as the two opposite ponies were forced to take shelter with the residential librarian.

It was at this by the book sleepover that the farmer found understanding of the fashionista and the start of their friendship on the mend. It was a chance to see some of why the gray-white unicorn acted like she did, though it didn't explain everything. Since then, the orange earth pony has been trying to slowly understand the unicorn and took every opportunity she could to try and unravel the mystery that was commonly known as 'Rarity'.

The orange earth pony found that she wanted to understand even more and took every chance to do so; one such chance to see the fashion pony at work arrived when Twilight said how she wanted Rarity to look at an old dress of hers for the upcoming Gala.

Applejack had been working the apple stand when the chance to see the clothes designer at work came so the orange mare had to close the stand early and push it to rest next to the boutique for safe keeping.

As the two friends walked into the empty front lobby, Applejack took a moment to look at some of the dresses on display, trying to understand how they would be useful to workers.

They searched the ground floor and couldn't find the gray-white pony. Just as they were starting to get worried, they heard the pony in question upstairs, talking to herself about her latest creation.

“I guess she wouldn't mind if we went upstairs to find her, she must not have heard the bell chime.” Twilight looked at Applejack with a brow raised, as though to ask if her assumption was correct.

“Ah reck' so; shop sign said it was 'open',” Applejack eyed the stairs for a moment before leading the way up. While they weren't sure which door held the fashionista, they heard the meow from a room to their right and stared at the closed door.

“Do you think we should knock?” Twilight whispered as she flicked an ear to the door to see if that was indeed where the other unicorn was located.

“Shoot. 'Course we should knock, it's only polite.” Before Twilight could make a move the orange farmer proceeded to knock soundly on the door followed almost immediately by opening said door with a bang-squeak.

“Howdy Rarity!” Applejack began to call only to be shushed by the residential library.

“Shh! Can't you see Rarity's trying to concentrate?” Twilight noticed the magical aura and knew that for finer magical feats more concentration was needed and therefor silence was required. As the two mares stepped further inside, the farm pony couldn't help but look at the mess in the room before them.

(And she's fussy with me when Ah make ah mess with anythin'. Ah wonder what she calls this here mess then...)

Applejack couldn't remain silent for long as more questions popped into her mind concerning the gray-white unicorn and she just had to peek at what was being created.

“What do ya think she's makin'?” Applejack half-whispered to the book-wise unicorn, not recognizing the creation due to current state of progress.

“Looks like a dress.” Twilight whispered back slightly curious as to what kind of dress Rarity was making this time; knowing that most of her friend's designs were very unique and interesting.

“... That makes sense, since this is a dressmaker's shop.” Applejack felt a little silly for not having thought about this before; seeing the unicorn at work had distracted her thoughts with how much the fashionista was focusing and being rather serious for a change. She also noticed how Rarity seemed to grow frustrated and within a moment the gray-white unicorn turned sharply around to face her two friends.

“Is there something I can help you with?” Rarity asked with a tense grin.

As Twilight described what she originally came for, Applejack watched with a growing smile at a side of Rarity that she didn't see all that often; generosity but with her usual fussiness.

After a moment of discussion (and subsequent agreement on the part of the lavender mare), Rarity turned to Applejack with an expectant look.

“Let me guess Applejack; you don't want a new dress too?”Applejack was surprised; she wanted to see what this big fuss was about with the unicorn's work, not to get a dress that she was unlikely to ever wear.

“Shucks, Ah was just going tah go in mah work duds.” The farm pony noticed the fashionista flinch and shake both a hoof and her head no at the thought.

After more 'discussion', Applejack saw how much being properly dressed meant to the gray-white mare and agreed for it to be 'spruced up'.

Just as Applejack and Twilight were about to leave, a blue blur crashed through the roof and into nearby dress-forms and materials.

As Rainbow Dash was excusing her crash Applejack gazed up at the roof in thought.

(That won't be easy fer Rarity tah fix. Does she even own tools? I could fix it fer her, as payback fer makin' me ah dress....)

The earth pony snapped out of her thoughts when the dress maker exclaimed 'ideeaaahh!' rather loudly. As the gray-white unicorn explained her new idea, Applejack couldn't help but feel that Rarity was getting in over her head with work and became concerned on her behalf.

“Sooo, all you have to do is make a different stunning, original, amazing outfit for... One, two, three, four, five -plus yourself- six ponies? And lickety split?” Applejack stood close to the unicorn trying to see if it would be a problem or not; the farm pony had learned the hard way about making promises she couldn't keep and didn't want anyone else to learn the hard way about keeping their word when they couldn't.

“Ohoho Ahhahahapplejahahack.” At the sound of her name being said while the unicorn laughed in a dismissive manner made the orange mare raised a disbelieving brow.

“You make it sound as if it's going to be hard! It shall be no problem at all, the fashion show shall be in a week's time; giving me plenty of time to make the dresses, just you wait and see!” Rarity reassured her friends before shooing them out so she could get to work.

Just before the unicorn shut the Boutique door in order to focus on her new task, Applejack raised a hoof to get her attention.

“Would you want me tah fix yer roof fer ya?” Rarity blinked as she came out of her daze of dress ideas as she remembered the new sunroof that she now had.

“Oh, dear, I do suppose that it would hinder dressmaking. Are you sure you wouldn't mind doing that darling?” Rarity looked to the cowpony with a hoof on her chin in thought as Applejack shrugged.

“That's why Ah offered mah help. Do ya have any tools? Hammer, nails and such?” Applejack settled her hat more firmly on her head as she began to make a mental list of supplies she would need.

“What's a hammer?” Rarity gave the farm pony a blank look as Applejack just shook her head in disbelief.

“Never mind. Ah'll be back in half an hour and Ah'll start on that there roof befor' ya get too much nature inside.” Applejack tipped her hat before turning away to get her apple stand and returning home to gather the needed supplies.

Rarity went back to work, planning out her latest designs and getting lost once more in the land of fashion.

Big Mac was a little surprised to see his sister back so soon from the market and flicked an inquisitive ear to her as the orange mare emptied out the stand to be put away.

“Rarity has ah hole in her roof an' Ah offered tah fix it. It was ah slow day of sales anyways.” Applejack wasn't sure why she felt the need to explain herself though Big Mac didn't seem to notice anything odd as he gave a small nod before heading out to the fields once more.

Once the orange mare put away the stand and remaining apples as well as all the bits she earned, the farm pony loaded a cart up with two by fours, nails and extra shingles as well as the tool box. Once everything was loaded up, she quickly trotted back to the Boutique and got started on the work without checking in with the gray-white unicorn.

Rarity had been back into the creating zone and didn't notice the earth pony until the sounds of hammering came from her roof.

“Urgh, what is that dreadful noise!?” Rarity daintily stomped her way outside to find the source of the commotion, annoyed at being disrupted from her work. She searched the surrounding area when another set of banging drew her attention to the roof.

“Applejaaack!” The whine caught the work pony's attention and Applejack paused in her work to look down at the unicorn who wore a frown-pout.

“Why are you making that dreadful noise? It makes it hard to hear myself think!” Applejack raised her brows in surprise before replying slowly to be sure the unicorn would understand.

“Ah'm fixin' the roof, like Ah offered and ya wanted; Ah have tah make some noise in order tah fix it.” Rarity only stood below and blinked up at the farmer blankly before turning pensive.

“I see. Could you possibly be a bit quieter? Oh and I think some other spots were leaky, could you be a dear and fix those as well? And you will be painting that drab brown to match the rest of the roof right?” Applejack rolled her eyes at the sudden extra work, though since she was on the roof with the sun blazing behind her the unicorn couldn't see it.

“Alright, Ah'll check them spots too. An' paint it all, ya just gottah remember that it'll mean some noise, ya hear?” Applejack wiped at her brow as she waited for a response.

“Oh, of course darling.” Rarity waved a hoof to the earth pony as she thought to herself about the helping-hoof the farm pony was giving her.

(It must be dreadfully hot up there and she's helping me with those nasty leaks as well as the big hole... I've got it! I'll make as both a fantastic meal in thanks! Now to make sure she doesn't leave right away afterwards...)

“Oh Applejack!” Rarity called up to the orange mare once more as Applejack felt a moment of irritation; at this rate she'll never get it all done!

“Yeah?”

“Darling, be a dear and stop in once you're done would you?” Rarity waited for the nod of agreement before heading back inside.

As the farm pony got back to work, she couldn't help but wonder even more at how the fashionista thought about things. She had spotted some of the 'leaks' and had it not been looked at sooner it would have become a problem, making the farm mare wonder if Rarity had ever considered the fact of maintenance of any kind.

(Ah jus' don't know 'bout that mare. Sometimes she's so fixated on them details it would drive a fox insane but then there's times when she don't mind messes or things that need fixin'... Hang on a cotton pickin' moment. Is that her singin'?)

Applejack leaned closer to the almost filled in hole and confirmed her suspicions; the gray-white unicorn was singing to herself about dressmaking. The orange earth pony spent a few minutes just listening until Rarity got to the farmer's dress and how much care she was putting into it.

After a few moments of shock at how far the dressmaker was going for all of them, Applejack returned to work with a blush on her face that she tried to blame on the blazing sun.

The whole roof repair took up the remainder of the afternoon; and once finished Applejack breathed a sigh of relief at being off of the roof at last; the sun had gotten warm as she sat on shingles that redirected the light and heat to her as she worked.

(Best go see what Rarity wants befor' Ah go back on home...)

“Rarity? Ah'm done with yer roof! Rarity?” Applejack called into the rather silent Boutique, eying the stairs that she now knew led to the dressmaker's workroom.

“Over here darling!” Applejack's head snapped to her left as she heard the response and found a wonderful scent leading her to the kitchen where she found the gray-white mare putting together a supper for two.

“Ah, there you are, Applejack. Please freshen up before we begin.” Rarity said with a small hoof wave to the nearby bathroom as she set the plates and utensils down.

Applejack just stood there and stared at the food, table and unicorn in turn before she was able to make it past the confusion to voice it.

“What? What's all this fer? Why'd Ah have tah go clean up?” Rarity huffed; she thought she had been clear.

“It's my way to thank you for fixing my roof; I've made a meal for the both of us. But one mustn't come to the dinner table all dirty and sweaty; there's soap and towels in there as well and please be prompt but thorough.” Rarity pointed towards the bathroom once more as Applejack raised a brow at the explanation.

“Well, that's mighty kind of ya. Ah'll ju' go, er, 'freshin' up'.”

“Thank you dear.” Rarity continued to make last minute touches as Applejack went in search of the bathroom.

After trying a few doors the farm pony found the fanciest bathroom she's ever seen; a large porcelain tub with removable shower feature, large sink with medicine cabinet hanging above it and three extra shelves along the wall which were filled with various types of shampoos, soaps and conditioners.

Considering each bottle had a different scent to it, the bathroom only smelled of cleanliness, taking it easy on Applejack's nose as she washed her hooves, freshened up and dried off; though she couldn't do much for her mane since it was rather thick and would take longer to dry, especially if she put it back into the ponytail.

Once that was all done and the farmer smelled fresher in general, Applejack trotted back out to find what was at first a simple dinner had turned fancier. Applejack sighed in weariness as Rarity waved her over to a nearby chair; as soon as the orange mare was seated Rarity had a napkin placed around her neck as the pony's hat was levitated to the nearby hat stand.

“Hey, what's goin' on Rarity!? Why'd ya take mah hat?” Applejack put both fore-hooves onto the table as she sat up farther in annoyance.

Rarity merely tittered at the tone of voice and sat across from the farm pony.

“Darling, it's simply impolite to wear one's hat at the dinner table; and I dare say that to prevent further mess one should always wear a napkin when one is about to eat.” After another sigh and eye roll at further complications Applejack settled back down into her seat. The orange mare couldn't help but dwell on how even a simple thing like having a meal could turn so very complicated when it came to the gray-white unicorn.

After another round of 'thank you's were shared for both the meal and fixing the roof, Applejack returned to the farm to finish what chores she could before nightfall; which wasn't much since Rarity had turned their meal into a rather fancy one with multiple courses and proper etiquette.

To make up for lost time, the farm pony stayed at Sweet Apple Acres for the next few days catching up on her chores.

Two days later Rarity called everyone to her Boutique to unveil her 'latest masterpieces'. As soon as Applejack saw her duds, she felt confusion and annoyance at the dress.

(How the hay are them mah 'new' duds? That there skirt wouldn't help even if it rained. Best not let on 'bout it, wouldn't want Miss Frou-Frou tah throw ah fit.)

While the friends tried and failed to assure the fashioista, Rarity felt a moment of panic; at the start, a week from the fashion show seemed like an easy goal to strive for, now three days later and forced with revising all five dresses, it no longer seemed as easy.

It also didn't help when it felt like her friends were trying to make it harder on her concerning their dresses, which wasn't true aside from a certain farm pony who wasn't going to budge on simplicity and usefulness of her duds.

While Applejack knew Rarity spend a lot of time on their dresses, she was annoyed and amazed at how the gray-white unicorn could take simple things and make them complicated. So in an effort to get the fashionista to see the simpler side of things, Applejack strived to make her duds as basic and useful as possible.

At the unveiling of their 'new' new dresses, the farmer thought she succeeded.

The 'dress' was exactly what she asked for and was very simple; Applejack couldn't tell however if Rarity realized this or not as she seemed a bit annoyed and stressed, though it may have been that the fashion show was that evening and now some fancy fashion critic would be going as well. The five friends were sure that the fashionista's designs were going to be appreciated and felt that nothing could go wrong.

(How could it have gone so wrong? Everthin' was nice an' simple... Maybe it was that Hoity-Toity feller? Maybe he prefers everythin' tah be complicated? Maybe that's why Rarity seemed worried befor' th' show... Well, Ah better go check on her; who knows, that pony might have locked herself away never tah never be seen again...)

(Ah can't belive tha' pony! She did lock herself away, never tah come out again. Ah'd better tell th' others...)

Applejack gathered her friends and told them of how she had been sent away by the distressed unicorn. It was two days after the 'fashion show' and while Applejack would admit it hadn't gone so well, it was nothing to lock oneself up over. They had a group meeting (minus a certain gray-white unicorn) and agreed; if Rarity didn't come out within two days, they would take action!

They weren't sure what action but still, everyone felt better after a plan had been made.

Applejack kept an ear and eye out for the unicorn in hopes that she would come to her senses, growing slowly more concerned with each passing hour (not that she was counting or taking extra trips into town just to check).

Soon enough it was the second day and Rarity still hadn't come out. The farmer thought that the hardest heads came from the Apple family, but the fashionishta was giving them a run for their money.

Applejack woke up and rushed through her morning chores that day before gathering her friends and heading into the Boutique, which looked just as it did before this whole mess started. Together the five friends trekked upstairs to find the bedroom locked and Rarity sprouting nonsense about how she didn't know what ponies wallowed in.

(What kinds of things goes on in that there head o' hers, Ah'll never know... The only one tha' makes less sense than her is Pinkie Pie... How in tarnations is she gonnah tah be ah crazy cat lady when she won't even come out of her room...? What's Twi' lookin' at?)

“I have an idea!” Twilight whispered to her friends as she beckoned them to the door leading to the inspiration room.

“In here is an unfinished dress; I bet that it's Rarity's Gala dress and it would be a nice surprise if we finished it for her. Maybe enough that she feels better about this whole mess. Does anyone know anything about making dresses?”

“Ooh, I love surprises!” Twilight rolled her eyes at the hyper mare's comment and slight bouncing before looking at all the others who mostly shook their heads no.

“I.. uhm... know about dresses...” Fluttershy ducked her head as everypony looked at her.

“Aww yeah! Fluttershy's our mare!” Rainbow Dash threw her fore-leg around the timid mare's neck and gave her a shake.

“I'll make sure she has all the supplies she'll need for the dress too! Nopony is as fast as me; I'll get it in ten seconds flat.” Rainbow boasted as she volunteered her services while the others nodded along.

“That's nice an' all, but Ah'm worried fer her business. It's no good fer anypony tah have somepony goin' round sayin' tha' ya don't know what'cha doin'.” Applejack stated while looking at Twilight who put a hoof to her chin in thought.

“Alright, here's the plan. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, you two are to work on the dress and help get the supplies. Applejack and I will go and visit Canterlot when you're almost done and convince Hoity-Toity to come back and give Rarity another shot.”

“Oh, oh! Me, me, what about me?!”

“Yes Pinkie Pie, you can do something too. Uhm, you can set up a 'congratulations' party for Rarity when it's all over.” Pinkie Pie bounced in place with a gleeful whisper-shout while Twilight looked on with a soft smile.

Within moments Twilight used her magic to manipulate the locked door so they could get into Rarity's inspiration room, and took both the dress and the plans in order to finish it. Once they had it in hoof they separated either to do their parts or to do chores until their part came.

Applejack tried not to imagine the state of the unicorn was in for the two and a half days that it took for Fluttershy to finish the job; when the pale-yellow mare knew it wouldn't have been much longer she had Rainbow Dash alert Applejack and Twilight who then went to Canterlot in search of the Fashion Critic.

Using both Twilight's and Spike's connections to Canterlot and the nobles that resided there, they were able to track down the snobbish pony shortly.

It was another matter entirely to convince him to revisit the smaller town however. Twilight handled most of the discussion since Applejack didn't have the patience to deal with a pony who lived simply to make things more complicated.

After a few hours of 'discussion' the dark bluish-gray earth pony agreed to give Rarity one last try. Luckily Twilight had a plan to get the fashion unicorn out of her room in order to convince her to try once more.

Fluttershy lured Opalescence out of the house and into the tree, but did too good a job at keeping her calm; the white cat wouldn't make any sound that would alert the sulking mare of her cat's location. Rainbow dash grew impatient after a few minutes of gentle coaxing from the animal care-taker and shook the limb that the prissy cat was sitting on roughly, causing her to yowl in fear and annoyance.

As Fluttershy gently scolded Rainbow Dash who merely shrugged it off with a simple 'it worked didn't it?', everyone else watched as Rarity burst out of her home and 'saved' her cat.

The gray-white unicorn was rather surprised at how her friends tried to help and even got another chance to impress Hoity-Toity; which meant that she would have to pull out all the stops and use all her magic to make it visually appealing.

When it was all over, Rarity was so drained from using so much magic as well as several days spent wallowing that she promptly fainted from exhaustion after getting the noble's seal of approval. Hoity-Toity thought it was from joy and made sure to leave a note expressing his desires for the dresses, but her friends remained behind to be sure of the cause.

After several hours, during which the fashionista's friends became more concerned about what caused the fainting spell, the unicorn slowly woke up. Rarity explained what caused the exhaustion and requested her friends' help with making the dresses, realizing that she had indeed taken more than she could handle. The others were thrilled to help as well as do something to make up for all the trouble they caused and with the direction of the dressmaker, started to get the basic work done.

Applejack was both pleased and saddened by what the unicorn had learned; she had hoped to prevent the unicorn from overworking herself much like how the farm pony did during applebuck season, but at least Rarity had also learned about taking on too much work as well as relying on friends to help.

Now to make sure the gray-white didn't have the kind of trouble that she couldn't handle...

Chapter 2 - The Fashionista

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End of March, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

The life of a fashionista is never simple; being rather complex and difficult at times, the reward fleeting but so very satisfying. A pony had to not only be up to date with all the trends but willing to make new ones as well, spending hours of dedication to their craft and profession.

This meant that other tasks fell to the wayside; one such non-essential task was keeping one's work place up to date with repairs.

Rarity, being the purely fashion minded pony, did not have any knowledge of household repairs and relied on others (typically stallions easily swayed by a fluttering of lashes) to help keep the Boutique in repair. She never forced anyone to help; she merely used what she could to find willing helpers; feminine charm and her wits.

The gray-white mare certainly wasn't expecting a time to come when she couldn't find the help she would need to prevent her house from falling down around her ears....

It was a few days after her very first Grand Galloping Gala that Rarity discovered that two of her upstairs windows wouldn't function properly; they were jamming at odd places and refusing to stay open to allow a cooling breeze in.

It was early in the day and Rarity was sure she would find somepony to help before it became a bigger issue. The gray-white mare checked with her neighbors on either side of her home only to find that they were all out enjoying the summer day; with a dainty sigh Rarity went to the market place in hopes of catching a free stallion who could help.

Two hours later and almost sweating in the slowly building heat, the gray-white mare was about to give up. Nopony was free to help and it was starting to look like she would just have to deal with broken windows for a while when a southern accent rang through the air.

“Well howdy Rarity! What brings ya out this way...? Ya look a little flustered there; ya doin' ok sugarcube?” Applejack looked on in concern at the slightly unkempt unicorn who huffed in response.

“It's the most dreadful thing! I simply can't find anypony to help me with some repairs the Boutique needs...” Rarity looked crossly at the market place when Applejack's voice brought her attention back to the apple stand.

“What needs fixin'? Ya know Ah've got tools, maybe Ah can help.” Rarity perked up and the shine came back into her eyes at the offer; while the farm pony tried to ignore why making the fashionista happy was becoming more important to her.

“Why that would be just lovely darling! When can I expect you to stop by?” Rarity combed her hoof through her mane to put it back into some semblance of style once more.

“Well shoot, give me ah moment tah take the cart back an' Ah'll be right over; wouldn't want ya tah be stuffy.” Applejack said with a smirk, slightly teasing the mare, who completely missed this fact.

“Oh, thank you so much dear; it was getting a little stuffy with this summer heat. I'll see you at the Boutique, goodbye!” Applejack couldn't help but roll her eyes as she put away the stand in order to help the unicorn who had promptly turned around and returned to her work as well as making some refreshing lemonade for her and her soon to be guest.

Two days later found the fashion pony in another repair dilemma; in the Cutie Mark Crusaders' haste to leave for more adventuring, they had broken the front door on the way out. After dissuading the fillies from trying to fix it, the gray-white mare went in search for anypony to repair it only to come up empty hoofed. It seemed to be just the kind of summer where everypony had other things to do and places to be.

The fashionista soon found herself at the market place in another vain attempt to find somepony who can help. She asked passing stallions if they could help only to find that no one was able to do so at this time; though Noteworthy, a blue with darker-blue mane stallion neighbor, said he would be able to help in the afternoon. Rarity was both pleased and annoyed by this, she wanted to find someone to fix the door sooner, but if she was unable to do so then she at least had a last resort.

After trying to find anypony to help sooner without luck, Rarity turned to leave in distress when she heard a familiar voice ring out.

“Hey there sugarcube; what's got yer tail in ah bunch this time?”

“Oh, I know I look just horrid, but I have been having the worse of luck finding somepony to help.” Applejack frowned slightly, wondering what could be wrong this time.

“Well, what's wrong?”

“The Cutie Mark Crusaders were a little... Enthusiastic... When they were leaving this morning. They knocked my door off its frame and I simply can't present my fabulous creations when my workplace is in poor shape.” Applejack's face fell as she realized that their younger sisters were the cause of the problem this time.

“Gosh Rarity; Ah'm sorry about them. Ah'll stop by once Ah get this packed away and fix it fer ya.”

“Well, I wouldn't want to impose darling, and the girls did apologize for the mess...” Rarity waved a dismissive hoof about apologizing on behalf of the girls to which Applejack crossed her hooves and shook her head.

“No can do, it's only right that Ah make it up tah ya; Ah would have helped ya in any case.” Rarity smiled gratefully at the farmer who started to pack away the apple stand.

While the gray-white unicorn left the market place, she came across Noteworthy who had been in search of the unicorn to tell her that he would be able to come over sooner to help.

“Not to worry darling, I was able to find somepony else to help. Have a nice day.” With a flip of her mane, Rarity went on her way to the Boutique.

Applejack was a little surprised at the extent of the damages, but she had come prepared and within moments the repairs was finished. Before the unicorn could say or do anything for the farm pony, Applejack was already on her way home again.

(Of all the times to find that the gutters are broken, this is the worst possible time. Not even a day after the weather team finishes one storm, another is planned the next day! All this humidity is absolutely ruining my mane! Oh I simply must find somepony who can-)

“Howdy Rarity! What can Ah do fer ya today?”

Rarity smiled coyly as she fluttered her eyelashes towards the orange mare.

“Oh Applejack, would you be a dear and lend me a hoof before the next rain? My gutters are making a mess and pouring the rain right into my shop.” Applejack smirked as she started to put everything away, she had a feeling it was something like that.

“Sure thing Rarity; Ah'll be over in ah jiffy.” With a pleased smile the fashion pony returned home to try and save her mane in the meantime.

“What do ya mean, y'all fought ah Timberwolf? Ya can't find Timberwolves unless yer in the Everfree Forest... Apple Blooom!” Applejack glared at the trio before her who gulped nervously.

The four ponies were sitting in the front yard of the Apple house; the Crusaders had just returned from trying to earn cutie marks and fighting a timberwolf pup to find Applejack about to start on her afternoon chores. In their eagerness to prove that they weren't little foals anymore, the girls had told the older mare of their fight, resulting in a concerned and angry older sister.

Realizing that Applejack was NOT appreciative of their feat, the trio tried to back track to avoid getting into more trouble, since they had actually fought the timberwolf in the Everfree Forest; a place that was forbidden for any young foal to enter.

“Well ya see, we was NEAR the forest; tryin' tah earn our tree climbin' Cutie Marks and the wolf came at us.” The rest of the Crusaders nervously agreed with Apple Bloom as they laughed lightly, trying to play down how dangerous it had been.

“Ah know ya know better than that Apple Bloom, same goes fer ya Sweetie Belle. Come on, all three of ya.” Applejack turned and began to head towards town, leading three confused fillies behind her.

“Where are we going?” Sweetie Belle asked in worried tones, not used to seeing an angry Applejack.

“We're gonnah go tah the Carousal Boutique and y'all are gonnah explain tah Rarity what happened.” The three girls cast fearful glances at one another; the whole incident was going from bad to worse for them.

The sight of an orange mare wearing a well-worn stetson was becoming rather common at the fashion mare's home; it was the sight of three extremely scruffy and downhearted fillies that drew the older unicorn's immediate attention.

“Sweetie Belle! You are positively filthy! What have you been doing, fighting trees?!” Rarity pulled her sister closer in order to see the full extent of the damages and began to make a mental list of how to fix it.

“Well, they near about did.” Applejack said as she sternly looked at the girls while Rarity whipped her head to face the farmer in shock.

“What!?” Applejack couldn't bring herself to meet the gray-white mare's eyes as she nudged her younger sister into speech.

“Tell her girls.”

As the girls gave the same basic tale to the other unicorn, they watched with dread at how annoyed the fashionista became. Once they finished the girls waited in tense silence as Rarity made various faces as she tried to control her tempter; closing her eyes, clenching her teeth, biting lips and different frowning faces would have made the trio laugh if it didn't prelude to dire consequences.

“Sweeetie Beeellleee! You know you shouldn't go near the Everfree Forest and to even get into fights is quite un-lady like. I trusted you to behave and you have betrayed that trust!” Unnoticed by the four ponies, Applejack was becoming just as downhearted as the fillies; they had been crusading on her family's farm and so she had been responsible for their safety, which was not as safe as she had wanted it to be apparently.

“What do you suggest as punishment, Applejack?” Rarity turned haughtily to the farm pony before growing concerned at the orange mare's demeanor. Just as Rarity was going to say something the farmer squared her shoulders and stood menacingly over her sister.

“Well, ah certain filly is gonnah be grounded until further notice; no crusadin'.” Rarity nodded as the trio looked as though it was all a nightmare.

“That sounds just right, darling. I shall tell our mother and father and insist on such a punishment. Thank you Applejack, but now I do believe that my sister and I shall have to talk. Good day to you all. Come along Sweetie Belle; we can't have you leaving more of a mess than you already have.” The trio said their own goodbyes before the three groups went their own ways.

As the two farmers went home in silence, both were lost in their own thoughts which were almost completely opposite from one another. While Apple Bloom lamented how they were in trouble for defending themselves, Applejack tried to not become completely depressed by thoughts of being untrustworthy or undependable to the gray-white unicorn. Knowing that she let the unicorn down weighted heavily on the older mare's mind.

(Ah bet she don't want me tah help her now that Ah proved that Ah couldn't keep her sister or any of the others safe... Ah'm ah failure as an Apple..... Maybe Ah can make it up tah her.... Sure don't want tah stop helpin' her... Though Ah'm not sure why, it's not like Ah -... Never mind; keep it simple Applejack, jus' like always. Take it one step at ah time and deal with the trouble at hoof.)

It had been a few days since the general grounding of the Cutie Mark Crusaders and Applejack hadn't seen nor spoken with the local fashionista at all; a fact that was making the farmer rather nervous. Before she could start to stress herself out, the orange mare noticed an already stressed gray-white unicorn step into the market place.

“Hey Rarity, ah, what can Ah do fer ya today?” Applejack winced at how nervous she had become though the unicorn didn't seem to notice.

“Oh, hello darling; I'm trying to find somepony who can do a decent paint job. It seems that Sweetie Belle has made a mess of my parents' house in an attempt at doing some summer homework...” Rarity thoughtfully frowned, unsure how a simple piece of homework caused the mess that it did.

Applejack tried not to fidget as she offered her services; hoping that having let the unicorn down before didn't wreck their mending friendship.

“Well, Ah can do paintin'; would ya want me tah stop by?” Rarity perked up at the suggestion; she hadn't started to search for anypony to help and to find a willing friend so quickly was a blessing for her busy day.

“Darling that would be wonderful! I have a rather busy day today otherwise I would try and do something about it myself. I shall tell my parents to expect you; when will you be able to stop by?” Rarity curiously looked at the farm pony who stared back in shock at the response; upon seeing the reaction the unicorn started to become concerned as to what was wrong.

“Why darling, whatever is the matter?”

“Yer-yer not mad at me? Fer lettin' your sister get intah trouble?” Applejack could only stare back as the unicorn went from confusion to dismissive.

“Honestly, it's the girls I'm mad at; it's not your fault for them being themselves. Why ever would you think that? You know that I appreciate all the help you give me, correct?” Rarity looked at the now smirking farmer who seemed to be much happier about something.

“Ah thought that since it was on mah family's land the girls got intah trouble you'd be upset with me. Ah'll be over in a jiffy tah help.” While Applejack began to pack up the stand, it was Rarity's turn to frown pensively.

“Nonsense darling; I wouldn't be upset with you over something you can't control. I shall let them know that you'll be by shortly; have a nice day Applejack...” Rarity tried not to stare curiously at the orange mare who seemed much chipper at the clearing up of the misunderstanding; which was another thing that the unicorn thought odd. The fashionista would have stayed longer and tried to figure out what had happened, but she did have a busy day ahead of her and couldn't be distracted.

“Sure thing sugarcube; Ah'll see ya later!” Applejack was soon on her way to get painting tools, happy that she can still help the dressmaker and that nothing was actually wrong.

In no time at all the farmer found herself at Rarity's parents' house facing a large stretch of wall that had six different colors splashed onto it, reaching from top to bottom in a disorganized fashion. The farmer looked down at the gray-white filly who scuffed a hoof along the floor as she tried to explain how the mess had come about.

“I was trying to do my paint homework and I tripped, honest! I didn't mean it, please don't be mad.” Sweetie Belle pleaded with the older mare who just smiled softly back.

“It's ok Sweetie; it was jus' an accident. Nopony was hurt right?” At the nod of agreement Applejack continued. “Then it's no problem at all. What color do yer parents want fer the wall?”

Sweetie Belle thought for a moment before lighting up in excitement.

“I think they wanted green; yep, green. Can I help?” Applejack shook her head no as the filly became downhearted once more.

“Ya need tah do yer homework; Ah'll take care of this mess.” Once the orange mare saw that the filly went back to her own work, Applejack began working on hers. She knew that she would have to paint the entire room and luckily came prepared; opening windows and covering all the furniture before going for the paint.

Applejack wasn't sure if she was hoping or dreading Rarity finding the paint job done well and wanted to change the colors of several other rooms to go along with the new coloring....

A week later found the unicorn in more distress and dire need of a handypony. Applejack wasn't sure why the gray-white unicorn always had to be extreme in her emotions but hoped that by being there to help, she wouldn't be so stressed out all the time.

“Hey Rarity how's-”

“Oh Applejack it's just dreadful!” At the interruption and half-wailing the farm pony paused to see if she could ask what was wrong or if Rarity would just continue on. After a moment of Rarity scanning the market crowds Applejack felt it was safe to ask what had gone wrong this time.

“Welp, what's wrong this time? Ah've near about fixed everythin' in the Carousel Boutique these last few weeks, did somethin' happen?”

“It's Sweetie Belle; as she was doing some chores at home she made a hole in the wall.” Applejack felt her jaw loosen and her eyes went wide; while the Crusaders were a touch destructive, it usually took all three to cause that kind of trouble.

“Shucks Rarity, Ah'll be there in no time tah help. Where is the hole?” Applejack tried to make a mental list of tools which would change depending on where the trouble was; outside walls were different than inside ones and needed slightly different tools for it.

“She wrecked one of the inside ones; Celestia knows doing what.” Rarity rolled her eyes before coming to rest on the orange farmer who nodded decisively and started on her way.

“Ah'll be right over Rarity!” With a pleased smile the gray-white unicorn returned to her parents' home to wait for the farmer.

Rarity didn't have to wait too long as within a half hour the orange earth pony was knocking at the door.

“Hello darling, please do come in. The hole is right here, between the kitchen and hallway. I just have no idea what Sweetie Belle was thinking; she seems so restless nowadays.” Rarity glared at the floor before smiling at the farmer who was pensive about both the damages and why the filly was restless; Applejack saw that somepony had tried to patch it up and didn't do a very good job but she didn't want to mention it unless the unicorn brought it up first.

“Rarity, did ya ever think that maybe, it's because of not crusadin' that's causing her tah git intah mischief? Is she still grounded?” Applejack began to tear out the patchwork and laid the ground work of beams; luckily no support beams had been hit so the building was not in structural concern, just in a general mess.

“Yes, she is still grounded... Do you really think that she just has too much pent up energy?” Rarity watched the other mare as she responded while continuing to work.

“Yeah, Ah think it might jus' be so. Besides, two weeks is pretty long and they should have gotten the point across about pickin' fights right?” Applejack focused on her work as she tried to subtly get the unicorn to un-ground the filly; the farmer was a sucker for puppy eyes and Apple Bloom had been released from her punishment two days ago.

Upon finding the last of the trio still under house-arrest, the young filly had turned to her sister to try and convince the gray-white unicorn to change her mind; something Applejack hoped she was accomplishing since Apple Bloom was just as restless and full of energy back home, making trouble without meaning it in an attempt to not be so bored.

Hearing the pensive tones from the fashion-minded mare put Applejack in a hopeful mood and she finished her work in silence; allowing Rarity to think about how much trouble her sister kept getting into as she stayed at home. By the time the hole was fixed (having taken the rest of the day to get it just perfect for a certain unicorn) Rarity was willing to concede to un-grounding the younger unicorn.

Both of the older mares were subjected to a hug of thanks before Sweetie Belle ran out to try and get some last minute crusading in before it was time for supper. As they laughed at the display, Applejack tipped her hat to the fashion mare and made her way home; pleased with how the entire day had gone. Rarity couldn't keep the smile off her face as she watched the mare leave, glad to have somepony who she could always count on to help.

As Rarity was exiting her store, Noteworthy strode forward eagerly making the unicorn pause curiously as to what he wanted.

“Hello Rarity; I happen to have the whole day free and I wanted to see if there was anything I could do for you?” The stallion smiled hopefully until he saw the slight frown as the mare shook her head no.

“Sorry dear, I'm afraid it's all taken care of. Thank you for your offer, though; have a nice day darling.” With a wave of her hoof the fashionista left the blue earth pony crestfallen at the loss of the chance to please a beautiful mare.

Rarity took her time as she walked through town, searching for a unique hat among the crowds.

“Oh Applejack! Darling, would you be a dear and help me with putting up the loveliest little painting I found the other day?” Rarity slid up to the orange mare who smiled back warmly; glad to see the unicorn relaxed and to be of help.

“Sure thin' sugarcube; Ah'll be over in ah moment.” Rarity gave Applejack a quick nuzzle in thanks before setting off back home to wait for the orange mare; not noticing the blush Applejack now wore as she went back to the farm to get the needed tools to help with yet another task for the fashionista.

Chapter 3 - A tiny little problem

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Mid June, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

It was another beautiful day in Ponyville; the sun was shining, the birds were chipping, and Rarity was in search of a certain farm pony to help with her latest dilemma. She found the orange mare working the apple stand that afternoon; just as she was going to greet the mare Rarity noticed how tired she seemed and changed what she had planned to say.

“Applejack, darling, whatever is the matter?” Applejack shook her head rapidly to wake up and smiled at the unicorn.

“Oh, hey sugarcube; Ah’m just ah bit tired, nothin' tah worry about. Is there something the matter fer you Rarity?” Applejack adjusted her hat as Rarity frowned briefly before giving her mane a flip as she remembered why she had came to the market place.

“Oh yes; it's my kitchen sink. I was cleaning up after Sweetie Belle's, uh... 'Cooking'... And now my sink is horribly clogged. Could you be a dear and -”

“-Help ya? Of course Ah will Rarity; Ah'll be over in ah moment tah help.” Rarity watched with slight concern as the farmer packed away the stand slowly and tiredly trudged out to the farm; if it weren't for the fact that Applejack had already learned a lesson about stubbornness, Rarity would say she was doing too much again.

Within moments Applejack was at the Boutique, half under the kitchen sink and cursing up a storm at being unable to turn off the water in order to start the real work.

“Consarn – varmit!” In a pause between hammering and muttered curses, Sweetie Belle stepped up and tried to apologize once more.

“Applejack? I'm sorry for causing so much trouble...” At the soft voice Applejack pulled out from under the sink to look at the young filly.

“It's ok sugarcube; ya just need more practice and then ya won't make that much of a mess.” Sweetie Belle frowned at this and tilted her head.

“But if I practice so I don't make a mess, how can I not make a mess by making a mess?” Applejack pulled out of the cabinet once more to eye the downhearted filly.

“Ya can always practice some place else; then ya can make ah mess there and still get better.” While Sweetie Belle thought about this idea Applejack tried to turn off the water to the sink to be able to properly fix it; the earth pony used too much force on it and it burst, spraying water everywhere.

“Oh for pony's sake! Consarn it, feathering pipe!” The stream of profanities continued as Applejack resorted to smacking at it with a hammer.

“Of all the-”

*bang bang*

“-Foolish-”

*smack-bang*

“-Feathering -”

*bang-bang*

“-Son of a varmit-”

*smack thud*

“-Gosh darn-”

*BANG*

“-There!” Applejack managed to stem the flow of water by bending the pipe back into shape (in a manner of speaking); while it did have quite a few dents in it by this time and didn't seem as nice looking, it did stop gushing water without any sign of drip.

It was even working again as the two ponies found when they tested the taps and drain.

“There! Ah, it's fixed at least...” Applejack gave Sweetie Belle a wavering smile as she stood dripping wet in the kitchen. The older mare noticed the young unicorn watching her drip onto the floor and suddenly imagined a certain fashionista's response to the mess.

“Oh, er, when a pony works on plumbing, they get awful wet. Where does Rarity keep her towels?” As Applejack and Sweetie Belle were about to go off in search of a way to clean the mess, the mare of the hour walked in and gasped at the sight before her.

“Goodness! Is everypony alright?” The unicorn levitated several towels over, giving one to each soaked pony before mopping up the mess on the floor.

“Shucks Rarity, Ah'm sorry. While Ah was fixin' the pipe the water broke through and we were just about tah clean up the mess, honest.” Applejack held her hat over her heart as she looked at the fasionista who was trying to dry Sweetie Belle off as she levitated the towels to the laundry room.

“That's ok Applejack, it's only a bit of water...” Rarity smiled tensely until she noticed that Applejack wasn't using her towel to 'properly' dry off.

“Oh, darling! You simply must dry off in the right way, otherwise your mane and tail will be an absolute mess! Ideaaa! Why don't I give you a makeover?! We simply must make sure you dry off properly and we wouldn't want to do anything half-way.” At the exclamation of 'idea', Applejack tensed and looked the unicorn wearily; once she heard the 'idea' she knew helping time was over and started to edge towards the door.

“Oh, uh, shucks, look at the time. Ah gottah get back to mah chores now; Ah'll see ya'll later!” As Applejack put her soaking wet hat back on and quickly left the Boutique, Rarity tried to thank her helper properly.

“Alright dear, if you're sure... Thanks ever so much darling!” Rarity watched slightly concerned as Applejack trotted home to finish her chores; Sweetie Belle looked between the two before tilting her head in confusion as she focused on her older sister.

“Why has Applejack been coming over so much? Can't someone else help with all this stuff?” Rarity snapped back to her surroundings as she resumed her task of drying her little sister.

“Applejack likes to help others; don't you remember when the mayor gave her that award for being the Most Prized Pony of Ponyville?” Sweetie Belle managed to stick her out from under the towel and reminded her sister of the last part of her question.

“Yes, but you used to have other ponies help with repairs and all that.” Rarity paused in her ministrations at the statement and gave it some thought.

“She's a good friend who has always come quickly to help, that's all. She's dependable, hard working, good with tools and fixing things, strong... Sweet... Pretty when she tries...” Rarity trailed off in her list as she realized where it may have started to go, much to Sweetie Belle's curiosity.

The young unicorn watched as a slight blush came over the older mare before she shook her head while clearing her throat.

“Anyways, there are many reasons I ask for her help; and a great help she has been, I simply must find a way to thank her.” At this proclamation, Rarity gave one last firm rub to dry off her sister before whipping the towel off with a flourish.

“There! Now to style it just right and then back to work.” Sweetie Belle followed her sister with a sigh and roll of her eyes; sometimes it felt like she was just something for her sister to dress up.

On the other side of town, Applejack had just arrived home. It was the middle of the afternoon, meaning that it wouldn't make as much sense to set up the stand once more. Big Mac was out in the fields, making sure there was nothing wrong with the trees and Apple Bloom was doing her own chores in the barn; since Applejack had her own chores to do she didn't stop by the house to dry off in an attempt to quickly do her part of the work. There was always something that was needed at the farm and they didn't only have apples to grow; they also grew grapes, corn, beans, celery, turnips and some carrots, all of which needed attention and care.

Applejack continued to work, ignoring her slight dizziness, fierce headache, wobbliness and labored breathing. When it was supper time, the rest of the Apples found Applejack passed out in the fields, trying in vain to pull a cart full of water for the crops.

Within moments Applejack was put to bed with a cold compress on her forehead as Granny Smith diagnosed the orange mare's illness.

“Yup, ya over worked yerself Applejack. Yer gonnah have tah stay in bed till ya get over this here cold.” Applejack shifted in her bed, unwilling to just lay down while others worked.

“But Granny-!”

“But nothin' sweet pea; we'll just have tah work without ya until yer as healthy as a picklididly pear.” As the family looked on, Applejack sighed and settled on to the bed.

“Yes ma'am...”

The next day found Rarity searching the market place for a familiar stand. As time wore on with no sign of Applejack, the unicorn slowly grew concerned and began to ask some of the other ponies working the stands. No one had seen anypony selling apples that day and it was suggested to visit Sweet Apple Acres if she really wanted to know what was happening; while it wasn't what Rarity had planned to do with her day, she had thought of a few things to show her gratitude for all the help and wanted to check with Applejack for when would be a good time to do any of them.

As the gray-white mare walked up the dirt road she noticed how quiet the farm was and became even more concerned. The fashion-minded pony picked up her pace as she headed for the house, hoping to hear some kind of sign of the Apples working. She found Granny Smith in her rocking chair napping in the living room of the farmhouse; Rarity paused on the threshold as she tried to get the elder pony's attention to come inside. It was considered impolite to just barge in after all.

“Excuse me; Granny Smith? May I come in?” At a particularly loud snore, the pale-green mare's head nodded downwards for a moment before resuming it's original upright position; Rarity perked up and assumed the best in order to get to the bottom of the situation.

“Oh, thank you! I'll just nip upstairs to see who's about and then be on my way.” Rarity trotted past the sleeping mare to head upstairs in search of anypony who could tell her what was going on; while she hadn't been inside the farmhouse before, she figured she would find somepony inside since it didn't seem like anyone was working in the fields that day.

“Hello? Anypony home?” Rarity knocked on one door after another as she made her way down the hall, searching for any of the usual residents.

“Rarity...? Is that.. *Cough cough*... You?” The weak call came from the last room in the hallway, causing Rarity to snap her head towards the source and trot to the room with relief that she found somepony after all; better yet, it sounded like Applejack, solving her problem of finding the orange mare.

“Applejack, darling! I'm so glaaahhaahaahhh -” Rarity reared back in surprise at the scene before her as what she had been saying was cut off by her exclamation of shock.

Applejack was laying in her bed with the covers pulled close while she had a compress resting on her head; there were bags under her red eyes as she coughed weakly, nose stuffed and perspiring lightly as she tried to focus on the unicorn in the doorway.

“Applejack! What happened?” Rarity entered the room and was about to come closer to the farmer when she was waved to stay back.

“*Sniff*... Don't come closer, Ah'm real sick an' Ah wouldn't want ya tah catch it... *Cough cough*... Sorry sugarcube, but Ah can't help ya fer a few days.” Rarity gasped at the assumption that she only wanted the farm pony's help and put a hoof to her heart as she refuted the claim.

“I wouldn't dream of making you work! I came by to check on you and show my appreciation for all your help this past month and a half.” Applejack fidgeted in place as she blushed; she hadn't helped in order to be thanked, though she avoided thinking of exactly why she ran herself ragged helping the unicorn.

“Shucks, ya don't have tah do anythin'.” Rarity waved a dissmissing hoof as she took in the décor around her, never having been in the farm pony's room before; she found it charmingly rustic.

“Nonsense darling. However did you get sick in the first place?” At the question Applejack felt a sense of dread; she had a hunch about why she got so sick and knew that telling the fashion-minded pony wouldn't help the situation at all.

“Oh, er, Ah... Ah don't know fer sure...”

“Oh, ya know it's 'cause yer been working yerself too hard between the farm and helpin' yer friends!” Granny Smith made her way slowly into the room before checking Applejack's health. Rarity was surprised and slightly concerned at this information and looked at the older mare in confusion.

“Helping her friends?”

“Yes indeedy; our Applejack here is a mighty hard worked but has been tryin' tah do too much again. Why just the other day she came back as soaked as a fish in water and kept workin' anyways.” At the description of Applejack's state the previous day Rarity gave a guilty flinch; she knew exactly why Applejack had been soaked and to know that she didn't dry off properly didn't help her conscious any.

“O-oh... I see. Is, is there much work left to do on the farm?” Applejack shifted in her bed at the hesitant tones of the unicorn and was about to intervene when Granny Smith put a hoof onto her shoulder and held her down.

“Now settle down young'un! Yer in no shape tah do anythin' but rest. There's plenty tah do, runnin' a farm isn't simple; there's the animals tah feed, plants tah water, the barn tah clean not tah mention takin' care of the house.” Granny Smith seemed satisfied that Applejack remained in bed before making her slow way out of the room, leaving the two mares to sit anxiously at the news.

“Oh my, that is a lot do . Where is Apple Bloom or Big Mac, can't they help?” Rarity couldn't bring herself to look at Applejack due to the guilt of having been demanding so much help from her the past month; instead she posed her question to the ground, though she made sure the sick mare could hear her.

“Big Macintosh is getting everythin' ready for the swarm of caterpillars that always come by around this time... *Cough*... We gottah make sure the crops don't get swarmed on. Apple Bloom is with the other Cutie Mark Crusaders crusadin'; they planned on havin' a sleepover afterwards.” Applejack tried to focus on the unicorn to judge if she was going to act rashly after learning how the farmer got stick; what she could see did not reassure her as Rarity tapped a hoof to the ground in thought before standing upright in determination.

“Have no fear darling, I know just the way to help you in return for all the work you've been helping me with; I shall help around the farm while your family is busy and you rest!” Applejack jolted upright as she stretched a pleading hoof towards the unicorn who dashed out of the room to get started.

“Rarity...! Wait!” Applejack called weakly to the fashionista only to be ignored; the orange mare half fell from her bed and stayed in that position with her fore-hooves on the ground while her back half remained on the bed for a moment. Once she caught her breath she crashed completely out of the bed and made her painstakingly slow way downstairs to chase after the fashionista.

(Gottah... Make sure... Not tah... Get caught by Granny... Please don't make a mess Rare...)

Rarity dashed outside (though she made sure to not wake the elder mare from her new nap) and stood facing the farm land as she thought of the list Granny Smith gave.

(Let's start with watering the crops; surely that won't be too hard?) Rarity nodded decisively and went in search of the water and a cart to carry it all; as she couldn't find it right away, she started to doubt herself.

(Maybe I can ask...? No, I shouldn't bother them over such a small thing, I'm sure I can find it...)

Rarity spent the next ten minutes searching the barn and tool shelf before giving up the search to instead clean the barn which was in disarray. The barn had piles of tools near one wall, without any kind of sorting, piles of planks near that and for whatever reason a large pile of logs inside the building; not including the hay strewn everywhere and piles of feed and supplies stored away without order or neatness.

Cleaning everything took longer than expected but was worth it in the unicorn's mind; all the useless wood and planks were outside waiting to be thrown away while the bags of supplies were spread out evenly giving a better appearance of the inside while the tools had been put back in an organized manner, from the smallest to the largest in the tool box..

(That wasn't so bad; though some of that was rather heavy... And I never did find any watering cans.. Oh well; onto the next task!) With a pleased smile on her face, Rarity exited the barn only to find Applejack leaning up against the wall as she searched for the gray-white mare.

“Applejack! Darling, you look just awful! You simply must go back to bed, I have everything well in hoof.” Rarity made to help the earth pony back inside when Applejack pushed off the wall and entered the barn to see what had been done.

“Raritttyyy... What did ya do tah the barn?!” Even in her weakened state, Applejack's annoyance was clear and Rarity frowned in confusion.

“I merely straightened up!” Rarity followed the other mare inside and was about to show off her work when she noticed Applejack's annoyed face.

“Sigh.... Rarity, we need them pieces of wood and planks for other things that might need fixin'; we don't have the extra bits tah always buy new wood.... An' we can't have the feed and supplies layin' along the ground in the open, the critters would get to them.... An' what did ya do to the tools?!” Each statement took more energy out of the unwell mare as she felt her workload increase; the one good thing was that the old hay have been removed, though new hay was needed to replace it.

“I simply organized the tools... I'm sorry Applejack, I didn't realize all that other stuff. I'll fix it, don't you worry!” Applejack had been looking through the sorted tools and felt a sinking feeling both from the sight before her and the unicorn's reassurance.

“Rarity, some tools are missin'. Ya just organized them right? They're all here?”

“Of course darling! I haven't placed any elsewhere, it wouldn’t be very organized if that was so.” Rarity huffed, slightly insulted due to the assumption that she had lost or moved some tools. Applejack just sighed wearily as she walked over to the bags of supplies and began to move them back into a wooden box that was meant to keep them away from easy reach of critters.

“Sorry Rares; the tools go missin' every so often an' we don't know who takes 'em... The wrench, pliers and hammer this time huh? Wonder what for..” Applejack trailed off as she paused in exhaustion which Rarity took advantage of and led her back to the bed inside; the unicorn had a slight blush on her face at the shortening of her name but decided to pay it no mind, associating it to Applejack not feeling very well.

“Come along dear, you must get proper rest! Don't worry about a thing; I'll fix it.” Applejack was so weak that she couldn't stand against the gentle pressure of the unicorn though she protested the entire time; Granny Smith was deep in her nap and didn't notice the two friends head upstairs even when the orange mare didn't stop her protests of Rarity continuing to help.

Once Applejack was tucked back in bed, Rarity left to put the barn back in order; she was so focused on the goal that she didn't notice Applejack attempting to leave said bed to stop the fashionista once more.

After 'fixing' the mess she made of the barn, Rarity turned to feed the animals since she knew where the food was at least. But with each different animal to feed Rarity had issues; the chickens were skiddish and panicked when Rarity tried to collect any eggs as she fed them, causing them to run out of the coop and scatter after pecking the unicorn for her attempts. The sheep were much easier; she merely left the gate open and the herd left to graze where they pleased, wandering from one area to the next. The pigs were another task altogether; there was the food they ate and the fact that they were filthy as well which caused the cleanliness-minded mare great annoyance. Rarity tried to clean them but they raced off and tromped through more mud, getting the fashion-minded mare dirty in the process as she chased after them before giving up.

Rarity was standing in the middle of the barn and house as she seethed in frustraition; not only did most of the feeding went badly, but she was covered in mud and feathers. Just as she was reminding herself that it was all to help Applejack when she noticed an orange earth pony crawling over to where she stood.

“Applejack! Really darling, constantly getting out of bed doesn't help you get better!” Applejack deadpanned the gray-white mare as she was able to tell, even in her dizzy and unfocused state, that Rarity had been near the breaking point due to the messier kinds of farm work.

“Rarity, ya don't have tah do all this. Ah can-” Rarity had been anxious when the farmer began to speak, knowing that she was not helping all that much at all, when she cut the other mare off in order to try one last thing. She wasn't willing to give up just yet and wanted to do something to help the hard working pony who had done so much for her.

“Honestly dear, I'll be fine! Let's get you back to bed.” Once again, Rarity used gentle pressure on the other who protested weakly. The gray-white mare kept up her own stream of mental monologue, contemplating how she had failed so far but assuring herself of the ease of the last task and didn't listen to Applejack's attempts to dissuade her from helping.

To try and prevent the orange mare from leaving her bed once more, Rarity closed the door firmly behind her as she went to try and water the various crops. She didn't find the watering cans and decided to just pull over a water hose to use instead; upon turning it on and preparing to use it with her magic, Rarity found that there was a kink in the line and spent a few obsessive minutes making sure everything was perfectly straight. Once she fixed the problem the water blasted out rapidly, making the hose flail wildly and breaking loose from her magical grip.

Rarity couldn't help but panic as her mane got soaked as she tried to get a grip on water hose; before she could really start panicking the water tapered off. Looking back to the source Rarity found Applejack staring blandly at her before looking to the badly watered crops; half were flooded from the flailing hose and the other hadn't been watered at all.

Rarity couldn't meet Applejack's gaze as the earth pony took in the sight of the drenched but still dirty mare before looking out at the rest of the farm and it's varying degrees of mess. The sheep were grazing among the crops, tramping some and eating others; the pigs were rooting in the orchard, digging up roots and eating perfectly good apples that were early bloomers; and the chickens were running around freely, getting into everything.

After taking in the state of the farm, Applejack was able to focus enough to look at the unicorn once more who seemed even more downhearted than before; she had looked at the farm while thinking of it as an outsider's point of view, realizing the large mess she had made for the farmer to have to worry about.

“Sugarcube, Ah appreciate the thought; Ah really do.... *Cough*... But Ah don't think ya should help with farm work....” Rarity could only stand still as she listened, noticing how Applejack swayed in place as she continued despite her dizziness.

“Look, ya probably want tah get cleaned up... Let's head inside and you can use the tub tah get clean.... *Cough cough* Ah'll find Big Mac and let him know about all this...” Applejack sighed once more before turning away when she felt a hoof on her shoulder; she looked back and found Rarity was barely able to meet her eyes as she pushed Applejack towards the house.

“I shall find him, please go inside and lay down.” Applejack was unsure but as Rarity slowly trudged in the direction that Applejack was about to go in search of the stallion, the sick mare just sagged slightly before heading into the house again.

Trying to find the silent stallion was a hard task, though compared to the rest of her day so far Rarity was more than up to the task; the unicorn was able to come across the red earth pony as he was coming back from the southern fields for more supplies. While it was odd to talk to somepony who didn't seem to respond all that much to what she was saying, Rarity tried to explain without embellishments or diminishing what she had done that day and how they needed his help to set it to rights.

Once she was done, Big Mac merely nodded once with an 'Eeyup' as an answer to if he would help or not; after that was sorted out Rarity went in search of the tub Applejack had mentioned to clean up as much as she could.

While the Apple Family didn't have a vast array of cleaning products, they did have shampoo, soap and conditioner which helped the gray-white unicorn feel almost like her old self. This was a good thing since Rarity wanted to do one last thing before giving up on helping for the day; and if there was one thing she was good at, it was taking care of the house, cleaning and cooking.

Within moments the fashionista had the whole farmhouse cleaned and even cooked a proper supper for everyone while making something that would help sick ponies get back on their hooves. She knew it wasn't proper to leave without saying goodbye but she didn't want to bother Applejack more than she already did that day and just made sure that the plate of food was within hoof's reach for the sick mare to reach when she woke up.

When Applejack woke later that evening, she found the tray of food and soothing drink waiting for her on her nightstand; the cover kept it warm and it was easy to eat and keep down in her weakened state. Just as she was finishing her meal, Granny Smith entered to check on her once more.

“That there friend of yers sure did clean up this old house real nice! Glad tah see ya got some of yer apatite back sweet pea, it don't help fightin' off bein' sick with an empty stomach.” As the older mare checked Applejack's forehead the orange mare frowned thoughtfully.

“Rarity cleaned up the house?” (I told that mare not tah help...! But Granny said it was done proper... She is a fussy pony, Ah guess; she'd know how tah clean up a place an' make it look nice...)

“Yes indeedy, made supper an' everythin'; right nice of her.” As the pale-green mare continued to ramble on about what was done, Big Mac ambled into the room to check on his sister.

“Did, did she make much of a mess Big Mac?” Applejack asked her brother in curiosity, wondering if perhaps she had been a bit too harsh to the unicorn before.

“Eenope.”

“Not even with all her 'helping' on the rest of the farm?”

Big Mac thought about this for a moment, making Applejack slightly nervous about what it was actually like since she couldn't tell how much was her being sick or actual mess. The stallion thought about some of the messes the Cutie Mark Crusaders got into and compared it to what he found that day after the fashionista 'helped'.

“Eenop.” Applejack settled firmly back into her bed as she felt some guilt at having assumed that everything had gone horribly wrong; Rarity did have good intentions even if it was a bit of a mess.

(Guess Ah gottah apologize and thank her for helpin' today... When Ah'm better...)

The two other Apples smiled as they watched Applejack fall back asleep to fight off her sickness; not knowing that the orange earth pony’s dreams would feature a certain helpful unicorn; though due to Applejack's sickness, she didn't remember any of those dreams the next day.

Chapter 4 - A tiny little fix

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Early July, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

The sight of a pale gray-white unicorn gave Applejack pause; while Rarity seemed in high spirits that didn't mean all was well. The fashion mare trotted directly over to the apple stand and Applejack prepared to start putting things away; it seemed like she was the go-to pony for Rarity's needs.

(Which is what Ah wanted right? Tah be the one who helps her... Not that it matters, Ah just want tah make sure it's done right....)

Applejack quickly shook her mind free of the thoughts and smiled at the unicorn.

“Howdy sugarcube; what can Ah do for ya today?” It had been two weeks since Rarity's disastrous attempt at helping and Applejack had made a complete recovery; something the unicorn noted with a pleased smile.

“Good morning, darling. I was wondering if you could stop by when you have a free afternoon to help me put up the loveliest picture I found.” Applejack couldn't hold back her smirk as she mentally congratulated herself for guessing so well.

“Sure thin'; just let me pack this away and -”

“Oh no no no, darling!” Rarity cut the farmer off along with a dainty hoof wave to stop her before continuing with Applejack staring back in curiosity.

“When you have a free day! You needn't put everything away and lose a day of sale on my account! It's nothing urgent, you can stop by in a few days.” Rarity tried to be nonchalant, unwilling to put the orange mare through more trouble; what she didn't realize was that by doing so made the hard working mare more uneasy than before.

Applejack adjusted her stetson as she looked back, stalling in order to try and figure out what was going on.

“Okay... Ah'll be over tomorrow mornin', would that work fer ya sugarcube?” Applejack drawled slowly, wondering if she should be concerned for Rarity's health. The gray-white mare merely beamed in return as she flipped her mane back and started to head home.

“Wonderful darling! I shall see you in the morning; good day dear.” Applejack could only watch in wonder as Rarity practically skipped home (not that she really did, since it would be unlady like).

(Now to show Applejack a proper thank you! It shall be a marvelous breakfast!)

The next morning found the farmer bringing all the tools the Apple Family had to help Rarity; a pony never knew if something else pops up that would need a different kind of tool. Applejack was lost in her thoughts about the unicorn's health and other aspects of her (which she tried to steer clear from and failed) when she noticed three dark cloaked figures walking along the trees following the dirt path.

(Now what in tarnation are those three doin' now?)

“Apple Bloom! What are y'all doin' with black cloaks on in the middle of summer?” The figures paused and shared glances before looking to the older mare.

“How'd ya know it was us?” Applejack deadpanned the trio.

“Well shoot, Ah knew it was y'all 'cause we don't got another three fillies who travel together around these parts.” Applejack smirked at the trio who shared despairing glances.

“Oh.” At the short response, Applejack tried get more out of them.

“Ain't y'all hot in them things? It's summer still, why are y'all wearing cloaks anyways?” The trio remained silent, causing the older sister to become even more worried about their plans.

Ever since they were allowed to go camping and have sleepovers by themselves, the Cutie Mark Crusaders had gotten more secretive and disappeared for long periods of time; something the older farmer noticed with slight dread.

“Appplllee Blooooom?!”

“Sneaking!” All eyes shot to the young unicorn as she squeaked out a response.

“We're trying to earn our sneaking cutie marks on our way to town.”

Applejack was stunned; while they did tell her what they were doing (right now at least) 'sneaking' meant that they could potentially do more things in a secretive manner later on. The older farmer was going to put a stop to it fast.

“Alright, but if Ah hear about somepony being scared, teased or what have ya by some ponies in black capes...” Applejack warned with a stern look and hoof point to make sure they understood.

The trio droned their agreement and barely held back eye rolls which the older sister could practically feel; but there wasn't so much more Applejack could do unless she followed them around; which she was tempted to do but she promised Rarity she would help her today.

After one last warning look, the orange mare continued on her way to town, followed by the Cutie Mark Crusaders.

“So Applejack, what'cha doin' with the tools? Something wrong with 'em?” The older mare didn't look at the fillies as she thought about how to word her answer; the unicorn's actions the other day still weighed on her mind.

“Rarity needs a helpin' hoof around the Boutique an' she don't got any tools; Ah've offered tah help for a short while.” Applejack flinched an ear towards them and answered without looking back; she could feel a blush on her face and wasn't sure of the reason why, helping a friend was a perfectly fine thing to do.

At the news Sweetie Belle perked up and began to describe in detail what had gone wrong in the two weeks Applejack hadn't seen the fashionista.

“Oh! There's that picture she's wanted to put up, the downstairs window isn't closing all the way, the bathroom light blinks...” As Applejack listened to the ever growing list, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

(Of all the... Rarity, if ya were havin' so much trouble, why didn't ya come find me before? Good thin' Ah brought all the tools, and took the whole day off...)

After some internal grumbling about fancy mares that didn't ask for help (ignoring her own past works), Applejack paid close attention to Sweetie Belle's list of things to fix; she wanted to be prepared and get it all done at once, even if Rarity didn't say anything about it for whatever reason.

Once the four ponies reached town, the CMC made an excuse to slip away leaving the orange farmer to go the last few paces on her own. She wasn’t knocking for long before the unicorn opened the door with a smile.

“Applejack! Thank you for coming! Right this way!” Applejack took a quick look around and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary; which was normal considering how one would want their store front to look the best for customers.

“Right here darling, if you would be so kind as to hang this picture up?” Applejack snapped out of her dazed check of the room to find a picture of the six of them together at a picnic levitating in a light blue hue.

The farmer looked to where Rarity pointed and found the hall way's empty location near the stairs and kitchen doorway. With a quick tap of the hammer and a moment to be sure it was straight, the farmer turned to the fashionista in curiosity.

“There ya go; anything else Ah can help ya with?” Rarity smiled at the hanging photo before turning to the other mare.

“Yes, if you would follow me?” Rarity led the farmer into the kitchen where a meal awaited them to Applejack's great confusion.

“What's all this?”

“Why, I wanted to thank you for all your help and decided the best way to start your day was with a nice breakfast. Or, have you already eaten?” Applejack looked at the heaping piles of pancakes, waffles, hay strips and oatmeal; she could feel the drool start to gather in her mouth.

“Ah, Ah did but that was much earlier an' Ah did mah mornin' chores before comin' over. Ah think Ah could spare ah moment...” Rarity relaxed with a smile as she and Applejack settled down to eat; the farmer had a large appetite and while she ate well the cowpony made sure to use as much manners as she could lest she get a lecture and give the food time to grow cold.

Once a good portion of the meal was eaten, Applejack took a moment to think of the best way to word her question; she didn't want to have taken the whole day off just so Rarity could have her hang up one single picture while more was needed to do.

“Rarity, was there anythin' else ya needed for me tah do?” Rarity flashed a smile to the other mare and waved a dismissive hoof.

“No, nothing that can't wait.” Applejack raised a disbelieving brow and revealed her insiders information.

“Really? No window that won't shut, light on the blink, crooked furniture, oven not heating right; nothing?” The gray-white mare flinched at the very accurate question and brushed imaginary dirt from the table as she tried to feign innocence.

“Oh? And, ah, where might you have heard about such things?” Applejack deadpanned the drama queen as she flatly stated her source.

“Sweetie Belle was telling me about it as Ah was comin' over.” Rarity glanced off to the side as she muttered in annoyance, “Sweetie Belle~!”

“Sugarcube, do ya need more help? Ah have the whole day off, it ain't no trouble tah help more...” The unicorn sighed as she gave in and nodded agreement to the help.

(I had wanted her to come by more often but I suppose I shall just have to think of some other way to show my appreciation, aside from making meals after each repair...)

Rarity went and showed the ten other things that needed a touch up, which only cemented Applejack's determination to spend the rest of the day going over everything from top to bottom. She spent the rest of the day repairing every little thing at the Boutique so that it would be another year or two before anything would need to be fixed.

Rarity felt the loss of change to spend more time with the farmer but she had one last ploy to try. As they finished a large supper (as a reward for helping even further), Rarity tried to pose her question in a nonchalant manner.

“Applejack, I really do feel like I should do something in return for all the help...”

“Shucks Rarity, it's nothin'; Ah'm happy tah help.”

“Nonsense Applejack, I insist.”

“Well, alrighty then. What did ya have in mind?”

“I was thinking I could try and help at the farm once more...?” At Applejack's slight flinch, Rarity rushed onwards.

“But under your supervision and teaching; perhaps with something more suited to my capabilities?” Applejack shifted in place and tried to reason with the mare.

“Ya really want tah help on the farm? You'll probably get dirty... Ain't there something else ya can do tah show yer thanks?” While the fashion mare did shudder slightly at the mention of dirt, she perked up slightly at the mention of alternate options.

“Well, I could take you to an all expense paid trip to the spa; it would do wonders for your health and looks!” Applejack hadn't thought it was possible, but Rarity may have found the one thing worse than her working on the farm.

“Ah don't know Rarity...” The farmer tried to stall for time as the fashion mare continued to describe the various aspects of going to the spa.

(Maybe if Ah get most of the hard work out of the way first, Rarity could just do a few simple chores... She don't have tah do all this just to show her thanks... it's a nice idea an' all, but helpin' others is what Ah like tah do, especially helping Rarity... Others too of course, Ah just want tah make sure she don't have anythin' tah worry about.)

Applejack jerked her mind from why it was so important to help the unicorn only to find Rarity had trailed off and stared back in curiosity.

“Is everything alright Applejack?” The orange mare flashed a reassuring smile as she adjusted her hat.

“Sure am, Sugarcube... Look, uh, give me ah couple of weeks tah get everythin' ready and ya can help at the farm.” Rarity smiled back and was about to head back to work when she thought of something.

“Applejack... You're not going to try and get most of the work done before I can help are you?” At the flinch and shifting of green eyes, Rarity's brow dropped in ire.

“Applejaaack!” The farmer flinched again at the almost whiny tones as the fashionista continued with a stomp of her hooves.

“I'm helping to make it easier for you, not harder! I'll help at the farm in a week; do not try and do all the work yourself! I will prove that I can do a good job with proper guidance.” With a final 'hmph' at the audacity of the mare before her, Rarity walked away from Applejack to show her the door since she finished fixing everything.

“Thank you for helping so much darling; I shall see you later.” Applejack tipped her hat in farewell as she sheepishly grinned back.

“Right... Ah'll see ya later sugarcube.” Rarity watched for a moment longer before returning to work; if she was to spend a day working on the farm, she would need to catch up and be ahead of schedule.

The rest of the week was a blur for the two mares as they prepared for the day of helping; while Rarity made sure she had the proper supplies for a glorious bath once the work was done as well as catch up on her workload, Applejack tried to leave as many simple things to do as possible for the day of.

It was in the midst of finishing several dresses at once that Sweetie Belle found her sister and came up in a hesitant manner. The young filly waited a few minutes before realizing that Rarity wouldn't notice her unless she said something.

“Rarity...?”

“Hmmm...?” Rarity didn't look up from the dress she was stitching together as Sweetie Belle stepped a little closer.

“The Cutie Mark Crusaders want to go on a survival camping...”

“That's nice...” Rarity continued to pay her sister little mind as she looked over her work; Sweetie noticed this lack of attention and rushed the rest of her question statement.

“Iaskedmomanddadandtheysaidyessowe'regoingcampingatsweetappleacresokthanksbye!” Rarity's only response was a half-hearted wave to the young unicorn who quickly left the Boutique to hang out with her friends; the entire encounter faded from Rarity's mind as she had a stroke of ideas that helped speed up the dressmaking process.

The day they had agreed to found the gray-white mare outside the farmhouse bright and early; Applejack gave a quick look over the unicorn and barely held back an eye roll at the sight of a large sun hat with accompanying scarf.

“Mornin' Rarity; we're gonnah start with feedin' the animals, then we'll clean up the barn, then Ah'll show ya how tah properly water the crops.” With each item on the list Rarity became more weary and couldn't meet Applejack's eyes as her ears flipped back in guilt.

“Oh sugarcube, these are normal daily chores we have tah do; at least this way you’'ll know how tah do 'em right...” Rarity nodded mutely as she followed the orange earth pony for the rest of the morning. Under Applejack's patient tutelage, the fashionista was able to complete every chore with only minimal complaints of the mess and dirt.

It was after the first complaint that Applejack offered the unicorn the chance to go home which she denied vigorously and didn't complain loud enough to make Applejack force her home. By the time they took a brake for lunch, Rarity was starving but she made sure to eat with proper manners at all times; even if her stomach wanted the meal as soon as possible.

“Well, ya did good today Rarity. Ya don't have tah keep helpin'...” Applejack trailed off as she saw the determined glint in blue eyes as Rarity crossed her hooves and stuck her nose into the air.

“I said I would help and so I shall...! Though could we take just the tiniest little break?” Applejack sighed as she smirked at the rapid change of face; Rarity had gone from haunty to pleading with a flutter of her lashes.

“Alright, alright...Ah think the Crusaders are at their Clubhouse; we could go check on them...” Rarity perked right back up at the suggestion and smiled back in gratitude.

“That sounds lovely; let us go surprise them at once!” Applejack led the way with a smirk that lasted all the way to the silent tree house where it started to fade as the farm mare grew concerned; a pony could hear the trio of fillies for miles, the silence before them was a bad omen.

Rarity didn't notice the worried look on Applejack's face and trotted ahead of the other mare while calling out for her sister.

“Oh Sweeeetie Bellleee! Sweetie Belle?” Applejack flinched and walked up the ramp in dread behind the fashionista who threw open the door while calling one last time.

“Sweetie Belle?!” After a quick scan of the empty room, Rarity turned to face Applejack who couldn't meet her eyes as she stared at the ground in shame.

“Ah'll, Ah'll find them Rarity; Ah promise.” Rarity could only look at her in shock.

“Where would they be? She's suppose to be only in the clubhouse, where would she be?” Rarity's eyes shrank to pin points as she looked about the room over and over again; Applejack tried to think of anything that would help and remembered what Apple Bloom had asked a few days ago.

“Rarity..."

"What if something dreadful happened?"

"Rarity."

"And they can't get help and they are stuck somewhere starving!"

"Rarity!” Applejack put a comforting hoof on a gray-white shoulder and once the fahionista looked towards the earth pony, Applejack flashed her a reassuring smile.

“Sugarcube, don't ya remember? The Crusaders said they were tryin' tah earn survival Cutie Marks... They said they were gonnah ask fer permission before they left.” Applejack frowned at the blank look on the unicorn's face.

“They did ask right?” Rarity tapped her chin with a hoof as she thought of what happened in the past week.

“I was rather busy getting caught up to help today... I think Sweetie Belle may have said something about our parents saying it was ok to go...” Applejack smiled in relief at both the sight of the unicorn calming down and the news that Sweetie Belle did have permission.

“Well there ya go! They're probably out in the fields tryin' tah avoid comin' home tah prove they can be on their own.” Applejack deadpanned the mare as she saw Rarity pull a face as she contemplated surviving in the wild without basic comforts.

“What's wrong now?”

“I just cannot imagine, er, 'surviving' without the bare necessities.” Applejack rolled her eyes while Rarity gave her mane a flip, putting the matter from her mind.

“Riiight... Look, why don't ya go and take the afternoon off? Ya helped me and then went and got yerself all tensed up with worry; go relax.” Applejack gave Rarity a gentle nudge with her hoof as the unicorn turned pensive.

“It would be nice to sit in the sauna... And you'll be ok?” the farmer waved off the concern as the two mares exited the clubhouse.

“We'll be just fine Rarity; don't ya worry none.” Applejack waved farewell as the unicorn took the most direct path back to town.

After glancing worriedly to the clubhouse, the farmer returned to her chores.

(Please don't be doin' somethin' dangerous girls... Ya better show up soon...)

After cleaning herself of the dirt of hard work and relaxing completely, Rarity trotted along the familiar path to her parents' home. While it had been four years since she left their house, the path was still familiar, especially as she had been taking care of her little sister every so often.

As the unicorn entered the two storied building, she smiled at the sight where a hole once was before being repaired as she went further inside.

“Mother? Father?” The gray-white unicorn paused in the hallway, trying to find her parents who responded from the kitchen.

“Well hey there honey! We're over here!” Following the sound of her dad's voice, Rarity found herself in the middle of 'supper' made by her mom; Sweetie Belle had inherited her cooking abilities as evident by the black and crumbling mess on the table.

“Well hey there Rarity, what can we do ya for today?” Magnum, Rarity's father, waved from his spot by the table as the young mare stepped forward.

“Hello Father, Mother. I was just checking with you about Sweetie Belle's crusading?”

“Oh ya, she went and asked us to do survival camping.” Rarity's mother, Pearl, replied as she settled down to the meal.

“I see, and when did she leave for her , uhm, 'camping'?” Rarity kept a small hope that it was only recently that the young filly left and that there was no cause for alarm; these hopes were dashed with Magnum's reply.

“I think it was about a week ago...” Pearl nodded along while Rarity flinched and shifted on her hooves.

“I see.. Have you heard from her at all since then?”

“Nope; she's a right little trooper, being all on her own.” Magnum waved a hoof to his oldest daughter while frowned slightly at Rarity's worried stance.

“I'm sure they're fine; we'll probably hear from them in a few days. Did ya want to join us for supper? I can start up the frying pan!” Rarity balked at the suggestion and bright smile accompanying it.

“No no, I shouldn't; I've already eaten. Thank you though; I'll be on my way. Goodbye Mother, Father.” Rarity dipped her head in farewell and made a hasty retreat as her parents' own farewells ran out behind her.

“We'll see you later deary!”

“Have a good one honey!”

Two days later and Rarity couldn't wait any longer; the unicorn ran along dirt paths to find Applejack who was just exiting the farm house after having lunch.

At the sound of galloping Applejack whipped her head around and noticed the cloud of dust heading her way; she only had enough time to take a few steps away from the house when Rarity pulled up panting, giving the earth pony a shock. Rarity was not her usual prim self, her mane was wild from her run, dust coated her hooves and she was sweating slightly.

“Have they come back?!” Applejack couldn't help but flinch at the flat out demand and shook her head no.

“Not that Ah've heard, but we can go take ah another look see and then start searching the fields for 'em.” Applejack tried to remain impassive and exclude a calming aura for the obviously frazzled mare; Rarity smiled gratefully back as she followed the orange mare to the Cutie Mark Crusaders' clubhouse.

Upon finding it still empty, Applejack soothed the unicorn before she could start to panic.

“Now sugarcube, I'm positive we'll find them. Ah'll get Big Mac and we'll start searching the fields; they gottah be somewhere around here.” The farm mare watched as the fashionista swayed on her hooves as she tried to nod agreement and started for the door, almost falling over as a wave of exhaustion swept across her frame.

“Whoa there sugarcube; when did ya fall asleep last night?” Applejack helped support the gray-white mare as she asked her question; Rarity gave her head a slight shake and tried to appear nonchalant.

“Well I couldn't rest very well knowing that our little sisters may well be fighting for their lives or shivering in the cold or trapped somewhere starving to death with manes all a mess!” Applejack deadpanned the mare at the last statement before shaking her head with a sigh.

“Rarity, Ah promise ya Ah'll find our sisters and bring them tah see ya first thing when Ah do find them. Why don't ya go home and please try tah sleep? A plum tuckered out mare isn't gonnah help anypony with anythin'.” The orange farmer nudged the unicorn with her nose only to find desperate eyes staring back.

“Really? Are you sure? What if something dreadful happened?!” Before Rarity could get much further into her hysterics, Applejack held up a hoof to stem the ranting (not that she actually touched the other mare, Celestia forbid she get her dirty muddy hooves near the fashionista).

“Ah Pinkie Promise tah find our sisters and brin' them tah see ya; even if Ah have tah stay up all night to find them.” After watching the farmer make the motions for the solemn Pinkie Promise, Rarity relaxed and allowed herself to be pushed further along the path.

“Thank you Applejack; I wouldn't know what I'd do without you.” Rarity started to make her slow way home to a comforting bath with Applejack following to make sure she got out of the orchard alright before starting her search.

“It ain't no trouble at all sugarcube... Hopefully Ah'll be seeing ya shortly with ah trio of fillies who could use a bath and home cooked meal.” Rarity wanly smiled at this and continued the rest of the way on her own, leaving Applejack at the fence to the property.

The farmer then went in search of her brother who was working the south field at the time and got him to help in another search of the orchard; she had actually searched every inch of their land in the two days since they discovered that the girls weren't back yet and hadn't found a trace of them. She didn't want to upset the unicorn even more and decided to just try and do one last search before doing anything drastic.

The two siblings spent the rest of the day searching the fields, hills and even some of the Everfree Forest for the Crusaders; they soon came to the conclusion that they just weren't there. Since Big Mac had to return to work, Applejack took it upon herself to wait for the girls to come back. She had tried waiting for them before but when it got past 11pm, she would just return home and hope to catch them in the morning; this time she planned to stay in the clubhouse the whole night if she needed to, Rarity was counting on her and there was no way Applejack was going to let her down.

The farm mare did not expect waiting until nearly midnight for the girls to come back to their clubhouse. They trudged inside slowly, exhaustion visible from a mile away; they were treading lightly as though their hooves were sore.

Applejack heard them coming up the ramp and grew ever more impatient at their slow pace; she began to tap her hoof as she kept waiting. Once the trio stepped inside Applejack didn't wait for them to try and make excuses.

“Where have y'all been?! Ah've been lookin' all over them fields an' never saw head or tail of ya. An' why have y'all been gettin' back so gosh darn late? We ain't seen y'all in over a week an' a half, what kind of 'surviving' are y'all doin'?!” Applejack glared at the fillies before her for disappearing all the time and scaring their relatives with fears of hungry Timberwolves and lost fillies.

“An' Rarity has been worrin' too, she had gone visited yer parents Sweetie Belle, an' when she heard that nopony heard from YA that she came a runnin' tah me an' Ah had tah be the one tah tell her that AH hadn't seen none y'all fer days. How well did ya think that went? What do y'all have tah say fer yerselves?” Applejack continued to glare at the young ponies, trying to get across all the trouble they caused this time by disappearing without telling anyone where they were going.

“We're sorry,” all three intoned as one while they scuffed their hooves along the floor.

“We didn't mean tah make y'all worried like that Sis', honest. We just plum forgot 'cause we were tryin' real hard this time around.” Apple Bloom peeked at her sister who now looked a little skeptical about what they had been doing; sure they may have done things on their own before, but not seeing anyone for over a week was a whole different barrel of apples.

“We just lost track of how long we had been doing that; we are really super sorry. I'll go and visit mom, dad and Rarity first thing tomorrow, promise.” An eyebrow rose at this statement, as the glare lessened once Applejack saw that the girls were indeed sorry for the worry they caused others.

“Yeah, we'll make sure to check in with you guys and we won't lose track like that again, promise.” Scootaloo felt the need to seal the deal and the three nodded in agreement with the promise made.

After another stern look to be sure that she was getting the truth, the orange mare nodded and gave each filly a hug before saying goodnight; she had to visit Rarity to say that she did indeed find them and the farmer was rather tired by this time.

“Alright y'all, sleep well an' Ah'll be seeing at least one of ya at the breakfast table tomorrow right?” A single brow rose with this question only to be lowered with a smile as Apple Bloom rapidly nodded.

“Good night Applejack!”

“Night Applejack!”

“Good night Sis'! See ya tomorrow!”

Applejack quickly left the clubhouse and knew she had an explanation to give a certain gray-white unicorn. She traveled quickly, knowing that it was late and worried that Rarity would still be up stressing out about her sister's whereabouts; Applejack held out the slim hope that the unicorn had actually gone to bed but this hope was dashed when she saw the lights on at the Boutique.

Even though Applejack knocked softly, the door opened within moments showing the still frazzled mare in her white robe.

“Applejack! It's rather late, what brings you here? Did you find the girls?! Where were they?!” Rarity reached out with a hoof to the farmer who gave her a small smile in return.

“Yeah, Ah found them; sorry it took so long tah find them. Sweetie Belle is gonnah come by in the mornin' tah say sorry for makin' ya worry about her...” Applejack said quietly, the exhaustion was catching up with her and she was slowly slumping down.

“Thanks ever so much for finding them Applejack! Please get proper rest, you are asleep on your hooves! I know I shall, a mare needs her beauty sleep.” Rarity flipped her mane which didn't have its usual bounce that just laid there afterwards. Applejack smiled wearily at the sight of the mare being back in her usual spirits and nodded.

“Sure thin' sugarcube; ya let me know if ya need any help alright?” Rarity smiled at the other mare and gave her a hug which gave Applejack a shock since she was dirty from searching the various fields and had dried sweat coating her fur; normally Applejack wouldn't be allowed within a foot of the prissy mare.

“Of course darling; thanks again Applejack. Have a nice night dear.” Applejack briefly returned the hug before setting out for home, keeping up a steady pace to try and make it back before midnight.

Chapter 5 - Sister Troubles

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Start of September, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

It had been a month since the Cutie Mark Crusaders had disappeared; they had been behaving and made sure to check in with their sisters every few days. It helped to put the older sisters at ease and soon it felt like life had continued on; while Applejack had finished the entire upkeep for the Boutique, Rarity made extra excuses to have the farmer around.

The unicorn found furniture that needed extra support, manikins that needed repair, new dress designs that needed a live figure to test them on; Rarity tried to get the chance to see Applejack once a week at the very least, giving the farmer time to do her chores but still help out the shop. Rarity felt better knowing that there was somepony she could always turn to when she was in need of help, something Applejack was more than happy to do.

Just as Applejack thought things were looking up and life was back to normal, she received a letter in the mail. She had just been about to enter the Boutique to help rearrange some furniture for Rarity when Derpy Hooves found her and gave the special delivery letter from Apploosa.

“Hello Applejack! I have a special speedy delivery for you from Braeburn in Apploosa; here you go!” Derpy hoofed over the letter using her dexterous wings before taking to the sky once more, leaving the earth pony and unicorn standing in the door way of the Boutique.

Applejack had just been about to enter the dress shop when Derpy found her, and since Rarity met Braeburn before, she didn't feel the need to read it silently to herself as they walked further into the front lobby. Rarity closed the door with her magic as she sat next to the orange mare who opened the letter with a hoof.

“What's it say darling?” Applejack smirked at the curious tone and nudged the mare next to her with her shoulder.

“Hold yer horses Rarity, Ah haven't opened it yet... There we go! Do ya want me tah read it out loud for ya?” Applejack tried to tease the unicorn who pouted slightly as she tried to plead without as much dramatics, it was a family letter and Applejack didn't have to share if she didn't want to.

“If it's not too much trouble, I would like to hear what it says. Unless you decide that it's a personal family matter of course; it's up to you dear.” Applejack kept her smirk as Rarity tried to down play her curiosity of what the letter contained but failed as she couldn't help but try to peek at it. The earth pony laughed as she held the letter up and away from the other mare, giving it a firm shake before clearing her throat.

“Well, if ya want tah hear all that much... here we go:

“Dear Cousin Applejack, things here in Apploosa are going as great as ever! The buffalo continue their traditional stamped while enjoying traditional Apple Family apple pie and we've just opened up a new salt mine that's sure to bring in more business and workers; our little town isn't going to be so little for long!

“Funny thing happened earlier today; I saw...” Applejack eyes widened at what was written next and she started to wish that she wasn't reading it out loud to the most dramatic mare in Ponyville.

“... I saw Apple Bloom and some of her friends walking around town while there was a big thing going on.” Applejack knew she couldn't pause for a moment, since due to the dead silence from the unicorn beside her, she knew it would start the hysterics before they knew the whole story; so with barely a moment to think of what their sisters had done this time, Applejack continued to read the letter.

“She said that you were in town with her but I couldn't find you; were you in town and didn't even stop by to say hello?

“I lost sight of Apple Bloom however and can't find her right now. I figured I should send you this letter by the post office in case you weren't actually in town; hopefully I find you and Apple Bloom soon and this isn't needed. You have a nice day, alright?

“From your cousin, Braeburn.” Applejack could barely finish reading the letter, finding the continued silence from the other mare disturbing.

The orange earth pony didn't want to look towards the fashionista, but could feel the rising tension and need of reassurance from the mare. Applejack turned to Rarity with an apology on her lips that died at the wide eyed stare of concern on the unicorn's face; she decided that apologizing for something that's already happened would have to wait until after they've found their sisters.

“Ah'll find them.” Applejack stated simply, the already rising hysteria slowly fading away from blue eyes at the firm tone and solid stance of the orange mare.

“Ah'm gonnah search the fields with Big Mac; ya can search the town. We won't panic until after we've search the area and waited to see if they are on their way home. Braeburn said somethin' about the girls havin' gone, right?” At the nod from the unicorn, Applejack continued with a confidant smirk.

“Well, maybe they were on the way home! So we'll wait until tomorrow before we really start worryin'.” Rarity slowly smiled back as the confident mare helped her from worrying and nodded along; both mares turned around and exited the Boutique to start their search, hoping that this would be resolved quickly.

Applejack raced home and quickly got Big Mac on-board for another search of the fields; the results were the same as when they disappeared the last time, no sign of them on the Apple Farm.

Applejack insisted for her brother to continue working while she looked elsewhere; something Big Mac wasn't willing to do but was forced to by his sister's stubbornness. The orange farmer then expanded her search into the Everfree Forest, hoping to be quick and stealthy.

She ran across some Timberwolves but made quick work of them by using her surroundings and kicking power. There were no sign of the girls, not even a hint of their capes they had taken with them; or so Applejack assumed when she checked all over their clubhouse.

She had to call it quits when it started to get darker as the evening slowly descended; as she went to the search the fields once more, Applejack found Rarity looking for her at the house.

Applejack stopped by the unicorn who whipped around at the sound of somepony approaching and threw herself at the farmer's hooves in desperation.

“Applejack! Did you find them?” At the sigh and sad look on the orange mare's face, Rarity's eyes started to fill with tears. The earth pony wrapped a hoof around the now almost hysteric unicorn and tried to sooth her.

“Shhh, shhh... Ah'm sure it's gonnah be ok; we just gottah keep looking. Why don't you go home to wait for them and Ah'll keep looking.” Rarity tightened her grip on the other mare as she shook her head no.

“You did that last time! I shall not let my friends do everything; I'm coming with you!” Applejack sighed as more tears leaked from blue eyes even as Rarity tried to be stronger in spite of her concern.

“Alright sugarcube; let's head for their clubhouse. Last time they came back late is all, so we'll wait up for them.” Applejack led the way with Rarity trying to keep herself together.

Once they reached the still empty clubhouse, Rarity collapsed onto the ground in despair while Applejack merely paced in worry. Catching sight of the weeping mare, Applejack sat down and rubbed Rarity's back in a calming manner; the unicorn responded to this by burying her head into an orange shoulder.

“I-I... I'm soorry... Applejack.. It's just, I'm worried for her... They, they get into mischief so-so easillyy...” Rarity sobbed her explanation as to why she was being more dramatic than usual; as the unicorn tried to excuse her behavior, Applejack rested her chin on Rarity's head as she held her close in a hug.

“Ah know, sugarcube, Ah know. Ah'm worried too... If they aren't back by tomorrow morning we'll get our friends tah help an' go tah Apploosa if we have tah.” Applejack looked to the doorway as she continued to comfort the distressed unicorn; the two mares tried to stay awake the rest of the night, waiting for their sisters to come home.

They spent the night in the clubhouse and when they awoke in each others' hooves with no sisters, Rarity almost broke out in hysterics once more. Applejack got to her hooves and tried to remain strong, even as she fought back a blush at waking up in such a manner.

“Come on Rarity, there's hope yet; with our friends helpin', nothing's impossible.” Rarity nodded as she wiped at her tears and followed the farmer as she gave Sweet Apple Acres one last check before heading into town.

Applejack knew the fastest mare in Ponyville would be a good place to start getting help; Pinkie Pie had previously demonstrated amazing speed and had her Pinkie Sense, both of which would be useful in finding the Crusaders. Just in case, Applejack kept an eye on the skies, since the fastest flier often took naps on the clouds over the town.

After walking through the market place and trying unsuccessfully to get the fashion mare to either eat or search on her own (the result was a tight hug which would then brought a blush to Applejack's face), the two mares found a cloud that sported a rainbow mane and tail.

“There we go, Rainbow Dash will speed up the search!” Applejack assured the gray-white mare before calling up to the cloud.

“Rainbow Dash! Rainbow! We need yer help!” The cyan mare peeked over the side of her cloud before swooping down to hover in front of the two mares with a curious look on her face.

“What's up?” Applejack opened her mouth to respond but Rarity thrust forward to dramatically reply.

“Our sisters are missing!” Applejack deadpanned the unicorn for the interruption and the overly dramatic sentence; once she realized that Rarity was then going for either a dramatic pause or for Applejack to continue, the farmer took over the explanation.

“We can't find any of the Cutie Mark Crusaders anywhere! Ah got ah letter from mah cousin Braeburn sayin' he saw them at Apploosa the other day; we tried tah see if they came back but we haven't found them yet. Can ya help search Ponyville before we check Apploosa?” Rainbow Dash was a little slack jawed at what the trio did this time but shook her head clear before giving the two older siblings a salute.

“Leave it to me; I'll check Ponyville in ten seconds flat!” Seeing Rarity's distress, Applejack grabbed a hold of the rainbow tail before the pegasus took off to start her search; once she had the cyan mare's attention she let go in order to be able to speak clearly.

“We don't want ah fast check; we want ah THOROUGH search.” Rainbow rolled her eyes at the stern look before waving a reassuring hoof to the two mares.

“Yeah, yeah; a fast but thorough search, right.” With another salute, the brash mare flew away at top speeds to start looking for the trio of fillies.

After Rainbow Dash sped off to help search, the two mares continued on to Sugarcube Corner to find Pinkie Pie; it was at their great surprise when they found that she had left early that morning to visit the library. Applejack suggested that they visit Rarity's parents on the off chance that the girls had came back but that was a dead end as well.

They trotted at a steady but faster pace to get to Twilight's and only paused when a blue blur rushed down to say what she found, Fluttershy hovering nearby.

“Did ya find them Rainbow Dash?”

“I've looked all over Ponyville and some of the fields around it; I didn't see heads or tails of them.” As two mares slumped downhearted where they stood, Fluttershy leaned forward slightly to try and reassure them.

“Uh, maybe Twilight knows a way to find them...?” The others shared determined nods and turned as one to take the last few steps to enter the library.

Rarity sagged onto Applejack's supporting shoulder as the farmer tried to keep her spirits up.

“Now look, we're gonnah get Twilight on board and we'll head to Apploosa tah find them.” After seeing the consenting nod, Applejack tried to led the way only to find Rarity rushed forward and threw open the door with her magic.

“Twilight, you simply must hel-” The fashionista paused mid-speech as the four friends found the residential bookworm and party pony cuddling and nuzzling one another on a shared cushion with a book laying out in front of them.

Pinkie Pie had a hoof around Twilight's shoulders and her head on the lavender mare's neck, within easy reach of Twilight's muzzle; something Twilight was taking advantage of and was in the midst of kissing the pink cheek when their friends came inside.

Due to the relaxing nature of their relationship, Twilight was slow to respond or even panic though both mares on the cushion turned as one to face their friends who were staring back in shock at the scene before them.

Rarity was the first to collect herself, and after warring with her romantic needs with the need to focus on the current issue, stepped forward to speak to the two mares on the cushion.

“Ah, yes, uhm, as much as I would want to find out everything, we have an emergency on our hooves.” Twilight blinked slowly as she pushed her worries aside to help her friends.

“What's wrong?” As Twilight and Pinkie got up from their seat they met halfway by the others all silently agreed to worry about the girls first before asking of the two's new relationship.

“Well Twi', the Crusaders have gone missin'. We can't find them... Ah got a letter from mah cousin Braeburn sayin' he saw them in Apploosa but lost sight of them. We then tried tah find 'em here but had no luck; even rainbow couldn't find them.”

Rainbow Dash stepped forward and explained further.

“I've looked all over town and the nearby places; they're not in Ponyville. I even checked the stores they often visit.” Rainbow stated flatly even as Rarity and Applejack flinched at the repeated fact; it was an accurate statement but Applejack watched to be sure they didn't miss a thing before leaving town. Rarity could feel the farmer tense and had a hunch that it was because of how she's acted in the past; she wanted to be strong this time and remained stoic as Twilight turned to the farmer.

“You said you got a letter?” The lavender mare inquired of the orange one who nodded slowly as she kept an eye on the unicorn beside her.

“Yeah, Ah got ah letter from Braeburn sayin' he saw the girls in Apploosah. Here ya go Twi', we may have tah find the fastest train south...” As Twilight grabbed the letter using her magic and Pinkie hovered over her shoulder as they read the letter together.

Applejack couldn't focus on the two of them together since it caused her to blush and feel exactly how close she was standing near Rarity. She tried to shift over as Twilight read the letter from Braeburn, but Rarity shifted with her as she still needed the support. As the mares waited for the bookworm to finish reading, Rainbow Dash was getting impatient at how long it took.

"Come on! We know they aren't here and that they are probably still in Apploosa! What are we waiting for?” As everyone looked to the cyan mare, Fluttershy flinched since she was next to Rainbow even though she wasn't the one they focused on; Twilight managed to remain impassive and answer Dash's almost rhetorical question.

“That would be the next course of action... Let's head to the train station.” As the six friends headed for the door, the librarian paused a moment to call for her assistant.

“SPIIKEEE! Spike, I need you to stay here and watch the library while we're gone, ok?” Spike nodded from the doorway to the kitchen, concerned but pleased to have something he could do to help; he had heard what was wrong, but with the six best friends on the case he knew it wouldn't be an issue for long.

The train ride south was an odd one; they took the express to get there faster but it was still a two hour long trip. At first it was filled with everyone trying to reassure Applejack and Rarity, but soon turned towards the pink and lavender mares' new relationship.

“So darling, have you and Pinkie Pie been going out long?” Pinkie merely looked to the librarian who was nervous about the others' reaction; Applejack, for some reason, almost didn't want to know what it was like for two mares to be dating and stared out the window.

“Well, we've been, been dating for two months now...” Twilight rubbed her hooves together as Pinkie gave her a reassuring nuzzle; Rarity couldn't help but 'awww' at how Twilight wore a slight blush but made no move to stop Pinkie Pie from nuzzling her.

“Why darling, that's wonderful!” Rarity clapped her hooves as the new couple smiled bashfully back.

“Ah hope y'all are happy with one another.” Applejack didn't want to spoil her friends' new relationship with whatever was upsetting her so she made sure to smile in a sincere manner.

It was as Fluttershy was giving her own quiet congratulations that Dash rolled her eyes at the display; sappy wasn't cool at all.

“And you're still an egghead? I'd have thought hanging at with Pinkie would have loosened you up.” Rainbow Dash crossed her hooves while sticking a teasing tongue to the lavender mare who had tensed at the short tone of the cyan mare but relaxed at the teasing smirk.

“Silly Dashie! You just gottah find the right spots to make Twilight go all loose; like this!” With that exclamation the pink earth pony thrust forward to nose the lavender unicorn's neck, making her melt under the touch all the while blushing.

“Pinkiieee!” Twilight weakly protested while most of the others chuckled at the sight; Rainbow Dash pretended to gag until catching sight of Fluttershy's disapproving look; as the two pegasi spoke quietly with one another, Applejack turned her attention back to the window, trying not to listen the others' conversation with great care as though it was extremely important or make mental notes of what works to impress a mare.

“So, when did you get together? You've been dating for two months...? Hmmm, what happened two months ago...” Rarity tried to focus on happier thoughts which Twilight and Pinkie were willing to do as it meant that the train ride wasn't filled with tense worry.

Before either mare could state when exactly they got together, the fashionista clapped her hooves once as she realized the likely candidate.

“Oooh! I know, it was after your birthday party Twilight, wasn't it?” At the acknowledgment that she got the right time, the gray-white unicorn turned to the farmer next to her and gave her a nudge.

“Ha! I told you that there was something going on that night! I have a sixth sense about these things after all.” Rarity put her nose into the air proudly as Applejack gave her a rude smile; consenting that she had been right at the party about their two friends' feelings for one another.

“Yeah, Ah guess so...” Rarity was concerned slightly by the slightly less energetic response but decided that it was perhaps nerves finally showing and just turned back to the couple to ask about what kind of dates they had been on or other romantic things they may have done.

It was an impressive list, ranging from simple picnics to movies, dinner, and star gazing as well as quite a few anniversaries hosted by the original party animal. Applejack couldn't help herself as she took note of which ones impressed Rarity more than the others and tried in vain to keep her attention on the changing scenery outside their train.

As the train pulled into the station, the tension returned as they were no longer sure of how easily they would find the trio of fillies. Rarity was glued to Applejack's side once more as the two mares led the way out; it was their mission after all. Just as they started to look for anyone familiar, they heard young voices coming from the side.

All six mares looked and were surprised that they found their quarry so easily; after all the worry and running around, they thought it would take at least another hour or two before finding the Crusaders. While they didn't recognize the fourth filly, the first three were indeed Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo; at the sight of the girls unharmed the worry faded away from the older sisters' faces to be replaced with fury.

As the others hung back, Rarity, Applejack and Dash stepped forward to start demanding answers.

“What in the hay are y'all doin'?”

“What do you have to say for yourself?” The trio froze in place before turning fearfully to face the older mares, the fourth filly seemed curious as to what was happening but as the interrogation continued she soon turned pensive instead.

“Hey, uh, sis'...”

“Hi Rarity...”

“Uh, hi...” Even as the trio stared bashfully back, the older ponies gave no room for it as they pressed on with their questions.

“Do you know the kind of trouble you're in?”

“Ah got ah letter from Braeburn sayin' y'all were running around Apploosa!”

“Running away is not cool squirt; what would your parents think of that?” The trio of older mares wanted to see what the girls had to say in their defense so after this last question they all waited for any kind of response; what came next however was completely unexpected.

“I don't know what either one of them would think of that; they've been dead for over five years now.” All of the older mares were in shock; while they had given the young pegasus little thought, they didn't realize that she was actually on her own. Scootaloo took advantage of this shock to run away to avoid anyone questioning how she was getting by; the older sisters were tempted to try and go after her but after Fluttershy whispered to Rainbow Dash, the cyan mare took off in pursuit with Fluttershy following slowly behind.

Knowing that Scootaloo was taken care of, the two mares remained facing their sisters who had remained silent since the statement from the young pegasus. The two remaining Crusaders would have tried to chase after their friend as well but felt the presence of their sisters and knew that any attempt to leave would be seen as them running from the problem and lead to worse punishment. Before anyone could think of anything else to say, the fourth filly stepped forward. She was a green with purple mane and tail unicorn who wore glasses; something that she adjusted as she spoke with the older mares.

“Please, don't be too mad at them; I asked them to come here. I wanted them to try making some of the pie here and they didn't really want to but I managed to convince them to come out this way.” The purple maned filly tried to look sad and properly ashamed of her actions to sell the bit, unfortunately the older sisters weren't willing to accept that at face value.

“An' how did y'all meet in the first place if ya live here?” Applejack stared sternly back as she kept an eye on her younger sister, looking for signs of trouble or lies.

“We met when I visited Ponyville during summer break, back before I got my Cutie Mark.” The green unicorn firmly replied, sounding rather convincing to the other fillies who knew it to be a lie but tried to look like they knew it to be true.

“That was rather irresponsible of you girls; what if somepony got hurt? We didn't even know you had left Ponyville until this morning; something dreadful could have happened and we wouldn't have known in time to help.” Rarity stomped a hoof as she frowned at the girls who looked properly chastised.

“We're sorry...” The girls droned as one while they hung their heads, secretly hoping that this was the end of it and that they wouldn't dig too much further into the matter.

This hope was dashed as the older siblings merely scowled even more and started to talk over one another.

“'Sorry' wouldn't help if somepony got hurt-”

“Y'all promised tah behave -”

“-and you came out into a desert of all things!-”

“- this isn't how we raised ya tah act like -”

“-you are positively filthy-”

“-ya think that sayin' sorry would fix everything -”

“-and I had to come all the way out here to find you!-

“-an' there are just somethings that don't go away by sayin' 'sorry'-”

“-you were never as bad before you met Scootaloo and Apple Bloom-”

“-an' getting' hurt is one of them -”

“Honestly, one must wonder how the others were raised because you were never as bad before!” Applejack went silent as she heard this complaint and looked towards the unicorn with ears flipped back.

“What was that Rarity?” The orange farmer was tense as she questioned the still furious mare; it was one thing to be mad at siblings for misbehaving, but to claim that it was family upbringing was another thing entirely.

“I said, Applejack, that one has to wonder how the others were raised at home because Sweetie Belle had never been this bad before!” Rarity gave the farmer a glare which was met with a stern look in return.

“We raise our Apples just like our trees; good and strong.” Rarity gave a huff as she turned towards her sister.

“Perhaps not as good as you think, Applejack.... Sweetie Belle, you are grounded; no questions, no pleading, no complaints. We shall see what you have down in this town before adding anything extra to that punishment; and there is to be no contact with the other Crusaders, do you understand!?” Applejack watched in shock for a little longer before scowling and turning to her own sister.

“Yer also grounded Apple Bloom; Ah know we raised ya better'n this. We're gonnah go find Braeburn and find out what else ya did that yer weren't supposed tah.” Before Applejack could turn to Rarity to find out exactly what she meant by what was said, the pegasi walked up in silence.

It was a bit of a surprise to see Rainbow Dash walking instead of flying, but since they all had much more on their plate they didn't wait to talk about it and just left to find Braeburn.

They came across the stallion talking with Little Strongheart in the middle of town; Braeburn had been in the midst of asking the buffalo if she had seen the fillies since the other day when he noticed the group of mares heading their way. After giving a brief greeting to Little Strongheart, they turned to Braeburn in worry.

“Well hey there cousin! And cousin! I'm glad to see you found the girls, were you going to stay for long or did you have to leave so soon?” Braeburn smiled to the group while Applejack just shook her head before getting down to business.

“Not this time Braeburn; we just want tah know what the Crusaders got up to in town.” Braeburn frowned slightly as he thought of what he heard from around town.

“Well, the girls tried to bake pies... Then I found them in the middle of town... I heard they tried mining in the new Salt Mine... Miss, do you know of anything they did?” The stallion turned to the young buffalo who frowned thoughtfully as well.

“They came with me to the village and spoke with the chief, but they weren't any trouble.” Strongheart shrugged towards the stallion who shrugged in return before looking to his cousin once more; Applejack slumped slightly in relief, the girls hadn't done anything too bad this time around.

“Alright, thanks Braeburn; sorry we can't stay longer but we should really get back.” Applejack shook hooves with her cousin before the group left to take the first train home.

The train ride back was four times as worse than the trip out; nearly everyone was so tense that anytime one of the girls twitched all eyes shot to the movement, freezing whoever was shifting at the time. No one spoke and all were thinking of they learned that day about one another and what the girls had just done. Once they reached home, it was to the great relief of everyone.

As a precaution of runaways, the group surrounded the three fillies as they left with Rarity and Applejack in front, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash on the sides with Twilight and Pinkie Pie bringing up the rear. Just as they stepped off the train onto the platform, Scootaloo gave a shout as she made a break towards Fluttershy who flinched back in fright.

“Outtah the way!”

As the young pegasus made her break, Apple Bloom had knocked into Twilight while Sweetie Belle tackled Rarity into Applejack in an attempt to prevent anypony from following; unfortunately they didn't have enough hooves to stop Dash from taking off to try and catch the orange filly.

Within moments Applejack pulled Sweetie Belle off of her and pushed Rarity back upright and reached for her sister.

“Apple Bloom! What in tarnation is goin' on here?!” Applejack started to chastise her sister when Rarity turned to her with a frown.

“Oh, it is quite clear what is going on! It is because of their upbringing and far too much non-supervision while they stayed at Sweet Apple Acres!” Applejack froze in place before slowly turning to face the fashion-minded pony with a scowl.

“That ain't it at all! We all gottah work, we can't watch ANY of the fillies at all times!” Applejack glared back while Rarity merely whipped her mane back with a 'hmph' of disdain.

“Oh really?! Is working all that matters to you? Everypony else just falls to the side because work must always come first?!” Applejack felt her jaw go slack for a moment before retorting with a frown.

“Ya never complained when Ah was helpin' YA with all yer repairs an' things! We have tah work extra hard for all the time that Ah'm away helpin' ya! An' what about yer work!? Yer the one that always puts her dressmakin' before yer own sister!” Rarity stood there making various gasps as she lifted a hoof to rest on her chest.

“Uh! Oh! Ooh! Why I never! Come along Sweetie Belle, you are extremely grounded and I shall be telling mother and father about this! Good day girls.” Rarity haughtily turned away and went to her parents' home to explain what had happened; Applejack gave the retreating figure one last glare before looking to her own little sister who shrank back in worry.

“Come on Apple Bloom, we're gonnah be talkin' with Granny Smith about this...” Applejack tried to not dwell on the pain of what Rarity had implied and led the way back to the farmstead with a very disheartened filly following closely behind.

Chapter 6 - Lying Greed

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Mid September, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

Discord, the lord of chaos and spirit of disharmony; a being who wouldn't tell the whole truth of anything even if it saved his life, and who thought of nothing of other's needs or wants, only what he would enjoy or want. His reign over Equestria left the citizens traumatized by different means; either one was forced to become act like their opposite selves, forced to live through nightmares of their greatest fear, or just having to live with the chaos caused in the wake of Discord's control.

The next few days were spent in self-reflection or enjoying the company of a special few; but for the Apple family, chores came first no matter what. Their very livelihoods rested on the success of their harvest, so even as they tried to deal with the after affects of the one day of Tartarus.

A certain orange with blonde mane earth pony threw herself into the chores, dreading the afternoons that were spent in quiet thought.

It was normally a quiet family but this quiet was filled with sadness and realization of personal faults. Applejack didn't want to dwell on the lies she's told in that one day and the lies she's told herself and others the past few months; it was an uncomfortable thought, one she hoped to avoid by exhausting herself with her chores. What she did accomplish was the faster finishing of not only her chores but those of her brother and sister as well, leaving only the option of heading home.

As the physically exhausted mare entered the farm house, she found her grandmother wide awake and rocking gently in her chair. Upon the farmer's entrance, bright orange eyes lifted to meet the green as the elder mare smiled sadly.

“Hey there sweet pea.”

“Howdy Granny, can't sleep?” The sad smile widened as Granny Smith shook her head.

“No sir-ie, can't git ah wink of shut eye proper after tha' there fellah came through...” Applejack nodded slowly as she went and sat by the older mare, thoughts on her own nights of tossing and turning only to wake up out of breath and a blush across her muzzle due to the subject of her dreams.

“Now Ah know y'all had a tough ol' time with tha' mish-mash Discord, but Ah learned somethin'... Ah don't want tah be so old that Ah can't do nothin' with mah grandkids an' their firneds.” Applejack blinked at the sudden strength in the older mare's voice and looked to find determination in her granny's eyes.

“Ya do things with us already Granny...”

“Now don't ya go back tah lying!” Applejack flinched at the accusation and began to tear up, the idea that she was still lying even to her family hurt her deeply.

“Ah don't need ya tah try an' save mah feelings... Oh sugar pie, Ah don't mean it in ah bad way, ya jus' gottah remember not tah go tellin' half-truths tah save ponies' feelings, it don't help none.” Granny Smith patted an orange shoulder as Applejack tried to remain strong.

“Lot's ah ponies see all this as nothin' but as troubling as a bear in a bees' nest, but Ah see it as ah learnin' time fer everypony; even fer y'all.” Applejack's head snapped up and searched the room to find who else the older farmer was talking to; upon seeing Big Mac, Applejack relaxed slightly.

While she wanted to remain strong for the family, it was alright for the stallion to to see her like that; he was there when the accident happened after all.

“What'd ya mean Granny?” The red stallion asked quietly from his place before the two mares; since Discord was defeated the normally reserved stallion hadn't spoke at all, which had been worrying the others greatly.

“Ah mean tha' we can grow an' git better now tha' we know our faults. Even though you young'uns have more time, Ah won't slow none an' Ah'll try tah git movin' more.” With a resolute nod, the elder mare made her slow way into the kitchen where she started to clean and gathered ingredients for a supper for the family, even if it was only the afternoon.

Applejack turned to her brother and guessed what was now on his mind.

“Yer not just a dumb workhorse Big Macintosh; an' bein' quiet is somethin' you've always did.” The stallion gave his sister a small smile nodded in her direction.

“Yer not ah liar either; you just want tah protect others, even from themselves.” Instead of the relieved smile Big Mac expected he noticed with a frown how Applejack seemed to sink lower with distressed flat ears.

“Yes Ah am.... Ah've been lyin' tah mahself an' to others for ah while... But Ah'm gonnah change that.” Applejack sat up straighter as she became resolute about fixing her lies.

At Big Mac's curious brow Applejack shook her head no.

“Ah can't tell ya or anypony else about it until Ah tell the one pony it matters tah.” The stallion nodded slow before patting his sister's shoulder and heading to the fields to see what else needed to be done.

Granny Smith smiled from her place in the kitchen, glad that her grandchildren were heading down the path of becoming a better pony; she knew something was going on with the orange farmer and was pleased to hear that she was going to stop trying to lie to herself and the world about it. After all, the old mare may be getting on in age but she still had her keen sense for those kinds of things.

“Now once Apple Bloom comes on back from helpin' those friends of hers we'll be right as rain in a thunderstorm!”

Applejack left the house not long after her brother and went west to the furthest point in the orchard away from her home, Ponyville and her current troubles, to a hill that showed the lay of the land both in the orchard and of the lands beyond. She didn't visit the hill with only a few special trees on it often, especially after discovering how her talent and future rested with the farm; but every so often, when times got hard or when memories of the past haunted her, the orange mare came there to think and sort out the different feelings and ideas.

Today, her mind was focused on only one thing: Rarity of the Carousel Boutique. Applejack had excused her interest in the unicorn with wanting to be friendly and trying to understand her despite their differences; fixing the Boutique was being 'a dependable and loyal friend' same as she would do for anypony else. Except that it wasn't the same; the farmer had been worried at first, about whether any old stallion would do a proper job of the repair or not. Even after doing a complete renovation of the dress shop Applejack had felt a pang of loss at having finished, since there wouldn't be an excuse to visit and help.

A pain which grew as the mare thought of the current status of their friendship.

(Ah... Ah like her an' Ah don't want tah fight about who's fault it is that the girls keep runnin' off... Oh, that's why it hurt so much when she said we aren't raisn' our trees or kin right... If that's how she thinks, Ah guess it's hopeless from the start... She wouldn't want some farmer anyways... Rarity probably wants hoity toity noblepony tah sweep her off hooves... Not some dirty down tah earth earth pony who don't know anything about that kind of life...)

Applejack spent the rest of the afternoon on the hill, watching the sun move and the natural movement of the plants around her.

Rarity was laying on her red fainting couch as she stared into nothing. She was in her inspiration room, trying to remind herself of some of the good she does in the town; normally the fainting couch was in the foyer, but she didn't want to see any gems least she remember.... Him....

He was the greatest and largest of his kind, the likes that Rarity had never seen before. His beauty unparalleled as was his worth, or so it appeared. The gray-white unicorn had been so distracted, so obsessed, with his outward appearance that she hadn't seen what was on the inside: a lump of rock, it's value almost nothing.

The unicorn was so distressed to learn that she had misjudged so badly that she now doubted the worth of everything around her. She couldn't stand to look at any of the so called gems in her work room nor in the store front and spent most of her time looking at nothing as she thought of what had happened.

(I was so very unlady-like, fighting my friends over trivial objects and laying claim to things that I had no claim to... So uncouth in my actions.... I was greedy and took no heed to what the others needed from me.... Surely I am not this badly behave normally...? Surely not...

I've only made requests, never demanding help. I cannot help that the Boutique was in need of repair this past summer and finding a good repairpony is so hard to find...If my friends offer help, then it is not being greedy to ask for more help later on... Or try and find things to fix so that I can keep asking… For... Help...

Oh dear.... I think I have been dreadfully greedy of dear Applejack.... Making her come by so very often to fix MY store and doing very little in return. I even accused her of teaching Apple Bloom the wrong sorts of things and implying that dear little Apple Bloom then taught Sweetie Belle those when I knew that my little sister already knew how to cause trouble.... )

By this point the fashionista was biting on her right hoof as she thought of the past few months and her actions during that time. Her gaze wandered over to the window where she found herself looking to the west and part of Sweet Apple Acres.

(Oh, what have I done? Due to my petty reasons I have ruined a positively blossoming friendship in the heat of the moment. I shall have to fix this at once! I shan't allow any more hard feelings be between the two of us any longer. I'm off and I have just the outfit for a day at the farm!)

With new resolve coursing through her, the unicorn put on her new sun hat with matching scarf and walked through her shop without pausing a moment to look at anything on display. As she opened the door, the fashion mare noticed that it was slightly off it's hinges from having a large boulder forced through it twice.

(Hmmm, perhaps...? No, I shall leave that decision to Applejack if she wants to help or not.... What should I tell her? How can I make it up to her for all of my past discrepancies....?)

The gray-white mare walked through the slowly filling town as more ponies came out from their stupors and tried to return to their normal behaviors. The street was slowly coming back to life as ponies resumed their lives though not enough to hinder the unicorn in her progress or for her to miss the pink earth pony who was trying to speak with a dark coated stallion who brushed the friendly mare aside.

Rarity frowned at the behavior and quickly trotted over to her friend just as Pinkie Pie was muttering about the stallion.

“What a grumpy mean pants, no party invite for you Mister Red Meany.” Rarity frowned slightly at the second name the pink mare stated but pressed forward all the same.

“Pinkie darling, is everything alright?” Pinkie quickly changed gears and gave the unicorn a large smile and hug.

“Yepperoinie! It's wonderful-tastic! But you're not happy... What's wrong?” The hyper mare's face fell at the melancholy of the unicorn who briefly considered dismissing the concern before remembering exactly who she was speaking to.

“As you may recall, Applejack and I are not on the best of terms right now... But I want to make it up to her, what do you suggest darling?” Pinkie brightened at the chance to make two others happy at once and answered without a moment's hesitation.

“A party! There's all sorts of parties for any occasion; 'I'm-sorry-we-fought' parties, 'please-be-my-friend-again' parties, 'I-really-missed-you-and-we-should-totally-be-marefriends' parties -” Rarity felt the rambling was getting too far and put a gentle hoof onto the pink muzzle to stem the flow of suggestions.

“Thank you for the suggestions but I do believe that some of those party ideas do not apply to Applejack and my hopefully renewed friendship.” The pink pony merely continued to grin at the other mare who contemplated on some of the first few suggestions.

“Though I suppose that a party may be a good idea... Oh! I've got it!” Rarity's eyes lit up and she grew excited to the point of almost stomping her hoof against the ground when she realized how she must seem and used the hoof to rest against her throat as she cleared her voice of over-excitement instead.

“Hum hum.... Darling, I know you love to throw parties, especially for birthdays, but perhaps I could plan Applejack's birthday party this year? You may, of course, help with supplies if you want. I wouldn't even know where to begin to get half of the party supplies that you use for each of our birthdays.” Rarity smiled at the bouncing party mare who was nodding faster than she was bouncing.

“Ohhh! Applejack's gonnah be so super surprised! Just remember, her birthday is September 19th!” Rarity gave the excited mare a gentle smile and waved goodbye as she continued on her way.

Pinkie quickly about-faced and went back into the library in order to get a real smile from her own marefriend; she realized that that's what the day was missing and was determined to get more real smiles from others.

The gray-white mare soon found herself on a familiar dirt road before the Apple's home; nervousness preventing her from continuing.

(I said such awful things about the family. What if Applejack told the others and now they all hate the horrible pony I've been and banned me from the farm, never again to taste any of the lovely apple flavored treats that are old family recipes...?!)

Before the dramatic mare could further contemplate her excommunication from the farming family, Big Mac came from the fields where he had just finished all the rest of the chores for the next few days (his sister having done the majority of the chores earlier in the day).

“Howdy.” Rarity gave a start as she snapped out of her imagining and turned to face the stallion with a small blush at having been caught just standing there.

“Oh, hello Big Mac... Have you seen Applejack around by any chance?” The red earth pony frowned in thought before nodding with a serene face.

“Eeyup... This way.” big Mac nodded towards the west field and soon left at a steady trot to lead the unicorn there.

“Oh thank you ever so much...! I was worried that she was avoiding me because of our argument...” Big Mac raised a brow at this news; while fighting with the frou-frouy mare seemed like something Applejack would do, he hadn't heard anything about it.

“Eenop.”

“Oh, so she's not avoiding me but merely out this way?”

“Eeyup.” Rarity raised a brow at the short answers but was glad that it was just a coincidence that the orange mare wasn't at home.

“Is it far?”

“Eeyup.” Rarity sighed at the news but held firm; she was going to fix this even if it did mean a lot of walking. The unicorn remained silent for the rest of the fifteen minute trip which impressed the stallion as he expected more complaints or even whining from such a high-society mare.

They soon reached the hill where Applejack still sat staring out at the lands that she would most likely never visit since she was so very tied down to the farm and Ponyville. While Rarity paused at the sight before her Big Mac continued until he was next to his sister who sedately looked to him in question.

“Yer friend wanted tah see ya.” Applejack frowned, most of her friends wouldn't stay that quiet if Big Mac was leading them and it was unlikely that Fluttershy had came out considering what Discord did to each of them.

As the orange farmer turned to see her other visitor, Rarity managed to focus on the other mare and expressed her amazement.

“This is just lovely, I didn't know that there was such a view on your land!” Applejack scuffed a hoof on the ground while the stallion left to give the two privacy.

“Yeah, it's a special hill... Where my family all planted their first tree...” As Applejack saw that she had the unicorn's full attention, she continued on.

“Ah... Ah come tah think about things here... It's, ah, the farthest point in the orchard from... From everything.” Rarity slowly walked up to the orange mare and sat facing the view Applejack had been enjoying before she came by, the orange mare continuing to watch her visitor.

“I think I may know of one thing that has caused you to seek refuge from your daily troubles...” Applejack tensed slightly as she turned to face the view wondering if Rarity somehow realized how the farmer felt for the unicorn.

“I don't want to fight about why the girls have been misbehaving.” The farmer tried not to be obvious in her relief and happiness as she heard that sentance; Rarity didn't want to fight, perhaps they could be friends again at the very least.

“I realize that it is the girls' choice for how they behave and I'm sure the Apples raise wonderful ponies... They did raise you after all and anypony who is fortunate enough to be your friend is lucky indeed...” Applejack could feel the blush spread across her muzzle at the praise; Rarity peered at the other mare from under her eyelashes and made her final plea.

“I would be entirely grateful if we could be friends again Applejack... I wasn't thinking clearly when we had found the girls in Apploosa and I took advantage of your generosity... Please, may we be friends once more and is there any way I can repay your kindness?” Applejack nudged the unicorn with her shoulder as she smiled bashfully, earning a small smile in return.

“Shucks Rarity, Ah'd like that. Ah don't know about all that luck though... As fer payin' me back for helpin', ain't no need for that.” Rarity sat up straighter with a larger smile as she stomped a hoof in pretend indignation though her next plea was sincere all the same.

“I insist darling; anything at all that I can do for you. Lovely cooked meals, helping around the farm, foalsitting the Crusaders when you're busy, trip to the spa or maybe watching a play... Anything at all.” Applejack had been shaking her head in refusal at the offers until she heard the last ones when she frozen in thought.

(Maybe if Ah show her how Ah can be a proper mare she might start likin' me back... Maybe there is some hope after all...)

“Alright sugarcube, if'in you insist, we can go to ah play.” It was Rarity's turn to freeze in place; she had suggested the last two things in an attempt to show the full spectrum of what she was willing to do in order to return the help given. She hadn't expected the farmer to actually want to try it.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“A play?”

“Yep, any play ya want.”

“Like an actual play, with binoculars and orchestra and everything?” Applejack tried to keep her face calm as she mentally started to worry about how complicated it was starting to sound and they haven't even choose what to watch yet.

"Yep, like the very same. If ya let me know ahead of time, Ah'll take the day off so we can go visit ah city that has 'em if ya can't find one here.” Rarity tried to contain her growing excitement; none of the others were interested in seeing a proper play and she hadn't wanted to go by herself the first time.

Under her growing excitement was concern; Rarity knew Applejack didn't like frou-frouy or overly complicated things and so she was worried about why the orange farmer would want to go to a play.

“Alright darling, if you really want to...” At the firm nod from the other mare, Rarity allowed herself a smile.

“Then I shall take care of it all, don't you fret!” Applejack's face fell as she heard this and tried to intervene.

“Hold on a cotton pickin' minute, Ah can do that-”

“Nonsense! I must once again insist. I shall let you know when I've found a suitable play and make all of the arrangements.”

(Shoot, if she's settin' up the whole thin', then Ah'll just have tah pay real good attention tah the play to impress her.)

“Alright sugarcube, if ya insist... Was there anythin' else ya needed?” Applejack frowned when Rarity flinched slightly and wouldn't face her at the question.

“Sigh, what's wrong Rarity?” The unicorn shook her head and managed to smile weakly in an attempt to reassure the earth pony.

“Nothing darling.” Applejack rolled her eyes before sternly looking at the fashion mare.

“Ya know Ah can help an' Ah like helpin' ya. Ya don't have tah 'repay' me for it or nothing; just tell me what's wrong.” Rarity's eyes flinched downward as she couldn't face such honest caring with her mind weighted by guilt.

“And that makes you a much better pony than I. I, who represents generosity, greedily taking advantage of my friends...” Applejack frowned in concern and sat closer to the distressed mare; the farmer wasn't sure how a pat on the back would be received and timidly patted the unicorn, worried that the hoof would be shrugged off.

Applejack froze for a moment when the reassuring hoof was rewarded with Rarity turning and embracing the still dirty earth pony while giving into her tears. The orange mare soon returned the embrace as she rubbed the gray-white back and tried to sooth her friend.

“Oh sugarcube, yer not like that... That's Discord's work talkin', none of us ever thought of ya like that. You may be fussy an' like makin' things complicated, but you don't take advantage of us, not when we help one another willingly no matter what... What's wrong then? You know Ah can fix just about anythin'.” Rarity had frowned slightly at being called 'fussy' but knew that she could indeed be like that and made no comment on it; after hearing Applejack's offer of help once again the unicorn gave the mare holding her a squeeze before taking a step back to face the farmer properly as she asked for help.

“It's my door... After forcing the.... Boulder... Through it twice the frame has become bent....” Rarity trailed off as she saw the smile the earth pony had at the mention of the boulder.

“I fail to see what's so funny about being unable to close my front door...” Rarity huffed as she stuck her nose in the air as Applejack tried to hold back her laughter.

“Oh yeah... Heh heh... Wasn't, wasn't it called... heh heh heh... Tom? Phhhfff....” Applejack was now using both hooves to try and keep her laughter in.

“Hmph! I'll have you know that that is exactly what I want from my future special somepony.” That sentence killed Applejack's laughter as she became concerned as to what the unicorn wanted from her potential lover.

(If she's only lookin' for fakes then she'll never be happy! They'd all be like that Blueblood fella; which, now that Ah am thinking about it, shouldah gotten a visit from Bucky McGillicuddy and Kicks McGee for that night....)

The farmer frowned at the fashionista and tried to keep her voice from sounding extremely annoyed.

“Ya want ah fake worthless lump of ah pony for yer special somepony?!” Rarity looked at the orange mare with a gasp at how shallow Applejack thought she was.

“No! Goodness, I've already learned my lesson from 'Prince' Blueblood. I meant that I would want somepony who is a true gem, with worth beyond measure and a beauty that shows throughout.” Applejack's frown lessened as Rarity's grew; once the unicorn had finished explaining, the earth pony found herself at a loss and in the wrong.

“Oh.... Sorry for think' it was somethin' else.” Applejack dipped her head while resting her hat over her heart to show her sincerity.

Rarity eyed the mare before nodding curtly.

“You are forgiven so long as you never speak of it again.” Applejack smiled as she put her hat back in place and nodded.

“Speak of what now?” The fashionista frowned slightly and was about to remind the orange farmer when she noticed the teasing in her green eyes and smirk; Rarity gently shook her own head and stood, finding to her surprise that hours had past since she had left her home.

“Thank you darling. I shall see you later then? To fix my door?” Applejack smiled as she also got up.

“No reason why Ah can't get it now; all the chores are done for a while so Ah have time tah help.” Rarity smiled in return and nodded as Applejack took the lead out of the orchards.

“That sounds marvelous darling.”

Applejack wasted no time in getting the tools and redoing the front door; luckily 'Tom' never made it past the front lobby and none of the other doors were damaged.

The two mares parted that day on good terms and Rarity promised to find a play for them to watch before harvest which Applejack was grateful for. When their younger sisters found the two mares later that evening, it was in better spirits than before; they were so pleased with their day that neither Applejack or Rarity felt the need to question where the young fillies had been that day.

For the next few days Rarity felt greatly inspired for a new line winter line, highlighting the greens and new growth of spring time with mostly emeralds that had seemed so very hypnotizing on a hill facing west.

Applejack spent the next few days realizing how much she had already came to like about the unicorn and why Twilight and Pinkie being together had made her edgy; they had only heightened her awareness of the unicorn and showed her a glimpse of what could be.

Something that still didn't seem likely no matter how many schemes to prove how the farmer could be a proper pony she came up with. Applejack tried to recall the list of things Pinkie and Twilight had did that Rarity was impressed with and made extra plans based on that.

After all, no longer lying to herself meant that she no longer had the excuse to do things half way, even if it did seem unlikely.

Chapter 7 - A Play and A Party

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Mid September, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

Planning a birthday party with Pinkie Pie was hard; normally the up-to-date fashionista had no trouble planning events or hosting parties but Pinkie was the very definition of a party animal not to mention a party-holic, often planning each one months in advance. This made it hard for Rarity to feel as though she had any say in the manner.

“You can plan the whole thing!”

“Hmmm? What did you say darling?” The pink and gray-white were in the Boutique planning Applejack's birthday party; Rarity was making a list of the supplies Pinkie had while the other was jumping around the room while explaining.

“You can plan it Rarity; I can just surprise her next year.” Rarity blinked at the earth pony who had bounced to a stop in front of her with a large smile.

“Are you sure? You have so much already...” Pinkie shook her head firmly before hopping in place.

“You said you wanted to throw her a party to show how sorry you were and it's not the same if I did everything.” The unicorn looked at her friend a moment longer before smiling and levitated her red glasses firmly in place.

“Indeed, thank you Pinkie Pie. Let's get down to it, shall we?” The pink mare clapped her hooves in excitement before taking a scroll and quill in hoof to make Rarity's list. The two friends spent the next hour of of the afternoon planning the likes of which had never been seen before.

On the other side of town, the mare the party was for was desperately trying not to dwell on a certain gray-white unicorn; or at least tried not to let it effect her work. It was barely effective, especially as Applejack asked herself of what drew her to the prissy unicorn and got lost in bright blue eyes that caused her to almost topple over when she went to buck the latest apple tree.

It was two weeks into September and some of the trees were showing the fruits of their labor early in the season. Applejack always liked the fall season, the crisp air usually cleared her mind of troubles as she worked. This time, the air did little to help as the clear blue sky only served to remind the farmer of clear orbs she was just thinking about.

(Come on now, Ah got tah focus on mah work... Even if Ah do want tah know what she looks like without gussying up...)

Just as the orange mare was going to return to work (after giving her head a firm shake) Applejack heard her name being called in a muffled shout.

“Applejack! Sis'!”The orange mare turned to find her sister running towards her with a scroll in her mouth.

“Hey there Apple Bloom, what do ya got there?” The young filly pulled up to her sister and spat out the letter.

“This just arrived for ya in the mail!” Applejack raised a curious brow at having got a letter and looked closer at it.

Before she even opened it, Applejack's heart fluttered at the sight of the highly decorated and fancy writing and ribbon; upon opening it and reading the first few lines confirmed what she had guessed, Rarity was the sender of the letter. With a deeper blush, the orange earth pony nosed open completely the scroll and read further.

[Dear Applejack,
It would be an honor if you would accompany me to the theater in five days' time. I shall meet you at the train station at 7am sharp for a trip to Canterlot where 'Oaklahoma' is currently showing. Which I hope you will find enjoyable. Please let me know if this arrangement is acceptable at once, otherwise I shall just expect to see you there. Until later,

Your friend,
Rarity]

Applejack finished reading with a pensive frown; having thought about it, she knew that Rarity wanted to go out on her birthday. While she didn't normally do much for the day aside from chores (her birthday being right in the middle of applebucking season), Applejack usually had a special dinner with her family once all the work was finished.

“Apple Bloom, are ya goin' intah town?” Apple Bloom tilted her head in curiosity before thinking about what she was doing that day.

“Hhmm... Well, Ah wasn't gonnah go tah town... Why?” Applejack shuffled in place before waving to her sister to follow her to the farm house.

“Ah gottah respond an' considerin' how fancily she sent it, Rarity probably wants ah letter back; she probably wants ah response quick so Ah was hopin' ya can take it to her for me.” Apple Bloom frowned at her sister who led the quick trot.

“Why don't ya go tell her yourself?” Applejack blushed even more and flinched at the question.

“Well, Ah, ah think she'd rather have the letter an' it's silly tah go mahself tah deliver it.” Apple Bloom shrugged at the argument just as they reached their destination.

Within moments Applejack had paper laid out in front of her and a pencil in her mouth; the farmer focused like never before as she wrote a response.

(Dear Rarity... Ah'd like tah go with ya on the 19th. Do you know if we'll be back before 7pm? Mah family would be havin' ah special dinner that night. Would ya want tah stay for the supper? Ah was goin' tah ask the others tah come as well. Let me know if that's ok with ya and Ah'll let Granny Smith know about the extra company. Yer... yer friend, Applejack. That aught tah do it.)

Apple Bloom watched her sister give one last flourish to her letter before neatly rolling it and deftly tied a ribbon around it before looking at the young filly.

“So... Would ya take this to Rarity's fer me?”

“Alright, alright... Ah'll take it for ya. Can I hang out in town afterwards?” Applejack nodded quickly with a relieved smile at the agreeing filly and hoofed over the scroll. Apple Bloom grabbed a hold of the short message with her mouth and quickly ran out the door to have more time for fun in town.

The older sister watched for a moment longer before realizing that she should ask her other friends quickly as well if she wanted her letter to be true.

The orange mare quickly made her way around the town, trying to avoid possibly coming across a certain unicorn and her place of business starting with Fluttershy. Going to ask them to come was also another way to check on each of her friends after the incident with Discord which she hadn't gotten a chance to since farming waited for nopony.

As Applejack walked up to the grass covered cottage she was pleased to hear the timid mare talking with her animals. The orange earth pony gave the door a few solid knocks which was answered almost immediately by a cream-yellow pegasus who was at first weary but soon became happy to see the farmer waiting by the door.

“Oh, hello Applejack... What can I help you with today? Are Mr. and Mrs. Beaver giving you more trouble?” Fluttershy waved her friend inside while Applejack merely shook her head with a small smile.

“Naah, it ain't that; Ah was wonderin' if you wanted tah come to a special dinner mah family is havin' on the 19th. Ah'm invitin' all the girls tah come, would ya be able to?” Fluttershy suddenly looked demure and scrapped a hoof along the ground, prompting a tilt of an orange head in curiosity.

“O-oh... Uhm, that sounds lovely but I, I'm busy that night... Sorry...” As the animal care-taker hunkered down in worry of the farmers reaction, Applejack merely smiled in a reassuring manner to the pegasus.

“Aw sugarcube, it's alright, Ah understand. It is ah little short notice an' all; ya have fun with whatever yer doin', okay?” The timid mare nodded her head as Applejack turned about to leave the cottage, trying to think of who to ask next.

Fluttershy made sure the orange mare was on her way before turning to Angel Bunny in concern.

“You don't think she'll be upset with me that I had to pretend to be busy that day do you? Oh, I hope not... But Rarity wants to surprise her, though hopefully it's not a startlingly surprise....” The canary mare tapped her hooves together while the white rabbit pat her side reassuringly before making a few paw signs to his owner.

“Hmm? Oh yes, I suppose it is lunch time. I'll get started on everyone's meals right away...”

Applejack, on the other hoof, wasn't worried about the time as much as she was worried about being found before completing her task.

(Ah suppose Ah could ask Twilight an' Pinkie next, they're probably together at the library anyways... Right, on to the library...! From the other side of town...)

The orange farmer tried to be stealthy yet not obviously so as she went around half of the town to avoid possibly coming into view of a certain dressmaker shop. As the large tree house came into view, Applejack couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief, she was more than half way done with her task if both mares were there.

After a quick knock (not that she was nervous about how out in the open she was), the door opened to reveal Spike looking almost expectant before turning into one of surprise.

“Oh, hi Applejack! I thought you were somepony else; what's up?” The young dragon waved a claw for the farmer to enter, while Applejack raised a curious brow.

“Who were ya expectin'?” Spike searched the area before leaning towards the orange mare with a claw to his face to help hide what he was about to say.

“Well, Twilight's been a bit stressed out with her work and Pinkie Pie hasn't stopped by for a visit yet. I was hoping that she would come by soon so Twilight would relax a little.” Applejack thoughtfully frowned before searching the area for the librarian.

“Where is she anyways?” Spike pointed to the stairs as an answer before leading the way once more, oblivious to the mare's slight annoyance at having to find the hyperactive mare in town which would raise the chances of being found by Rarity.

As the two stepped onto the second floor, it was to no surprise on either of their behalf to find the lavender mare buried in books with a scroll on the nearby table taking notes via magic. Twilight didn't notice at first when they came in and only barely heard the farmer when she announced their presence.

“Hey Twi, ya look busier than ah bee in springtime; what are ya doin' this time around?” Twilight flicked an ear back to Applejack before finishing the paragraph before her and turning to face her friend.

“Oh, hello Applejack. I'm studying the effects of a highly electric storm in a city of more advance technology as compared to one of less technological mechanisms. Was there something you needed? I'm trying to catch up with a lot of work, Spike should be able to help you if you need a certain book or something.” Applejack raised a brow at the almost dismissal from the unicorn who turned back to her scroll to check on what she had written so far.

“Well, Ah was wonderin' if ya can stop by the farm on the 19th for a special dinner mah family will be havin' but if yer real busy Ah'd understand.” Twilight turned to face the orange mare at the day she was asking about and then looked to the stacks of books around her.

“Oh! Er, ah, yes, I'm, really busy and won't be able to make it that day. Sorry Applejack... Was there anything else I can help with?” Applejack was a little surprised at the sudden change of demeanor but didn't question it, she'd seen the unicorn act oddly when it came to interrupting her studies.

“Nah, that's ok sugarcube; Ah was just checkin' anyways. Good luck with yer studies Twilight, see ya later Spike.” Twilight and Spike watched the farmer leave and it was only after they heard the library door close that the lavender mare released the breath she was holding in nervousness.

“Right, now to get back to work so I can finish in time for the 19th. And don't let me forget about it Spike!” Spike rolled his eyes at the command but gave a salute regardless as Twilight turned back to her work.

Applejack strode purposefully through town, making it seem quite normal even as she avoided the Boutique (as well as thinking about the unicorn who lived there) as she made her way to Sugarcube Corner, the only other place Pinkie Pie was likely to be at if not at the library; though it was not guaranteed, but Applejack hoped that it was a normal day for the eccentric mare.

Just as the bell rang above the stetson wearing mare's head, she was suddenly the focus of bright blue eyes that twinkled with mischief.

“Hi there Applejack! What are you doing today? Are you here for extra energy with sugary tasty treats?” Applejack blinked rapidly before smiling at the eager mare before her, whom she pushed back with a gentle hoof.

“Howdy Pinkie Pie, Ah was just comin' by tah see if ya wanted to stop by the farm on the 19th for ah special dinner mah family will be havin'.” The orange earth pony watched with interest as the pink one hopped rapidly in place before turning serious.

“Sorry, I have something I have to do that day.” Pinkie nodded firmly as she stood on her back-hooves with crossed fore-hooves, earning a bemused smirk from the farmer.

“Alright... If yer sure.”

“Yep yep, totally busy doing completely other things.” Applejack smirked at the curious statement but continued to exit the store none the less.

“Alright, if ya say so. See ya later sugarcube.” The orange mare scratched her head as she traveled back through town, realizing that so far all her friends have turned her down. Admittedly she hadn't told them what that day was and it was short notice, but she couldn't help get the feeling that there was more going on than met the eye.

“Well, Ah still have tah ask Rainbow if she could make it but it sure is odd that the others are actin' like they did when we was throwin' the party for Pinkie Pie... Nah, can't be.”

“Can't be what darling?” Applejack jumped slightly in the air and turned with wide eyes to a gray-white unicorn who had walked up behind the farmer with a curious brow raised; the farmer seemed a little odd lately and Rarity couldn't figure out why.

“Oh, ah, nothin' sugarcube. Was there anythin' Ah could help ya with?” Applejack tried not to get lost in the blue orbs that stared curiously back.

“Oh, not really darling, though I am curious as to what you are doing in town.” Applejack tried not to shift in place at the inquiring look.

“Ah was just, ah, invitin' the girls tah come over for supper on Thursday... Did ya get mah response?”

“Yes, I did receive your response, though I am curious as to why you didn't come by yourself to tell me...” The orange mare turned sheepish at the almost hurt look on the Rarity's face.

“Ah didn't mean anything by not comin' by, Ah just thought ya'd want ah response by letter since ya sent such a fancy invitation.” Rarity turned pensive as she watched the now hopeful mare who stared back.

“I suppose invitations due require proper lettered responses... I had just thought you would be the one to deliver it or even merely stop by to tell me.” Applejack blushed at what the unicorn thought she would do which she would have done had she not been trying to impress the fashionista.

“Well, Ah know ya want things done 'proper' an' Ah figured Ah'd try tah do so.” Rarity beamed at how the farmer was trying to do the proper thing, even if it was rather out of place for her.

“Awww, well thank you Applejack! Though I am curious about why you sent Apple Bloom of all ponies to deliver the letter; I thought the fillies were grounded?” Applejack stood stock still as she was reminded of this fact, she had been so distracted lately that it slipped her mind.

(That would explain why Apple Bloom was so excited tah go intah town for me an' have the day off afterwards...)

“Oh, ah, Ah was just makin' her do a few extra chores while she's grounded.” Applejack tried to keep a straight face as she spoke, but as she spoke the half-truth her face scrunched up while she couldn't look the unicorn in the eye.

Rarity frowned slightly as she saw the face before her; it looked almost like Applejack was lying.

(That surely can't be it, it wouldn't make as much sense for Applejack to be lying in this case... I wonder how the others responded to being invited.... Oh I do hope they were able to make excuses for the day.)

“I see, that makes sense. What do you think of the play we will be watching that day?”

“Oh, it sounds like an interestin' one. Sorry Rarity, but Ah gottah get back tah work; Ah'll need tah get more work done before we go. Was there anythin' ya need mah help for?” Rarity tapped her chin at the question before smiling with a shake of her head.

“Nothing is wrong, you've repaired many things before they became an issue. Have a nice day darling and I shall see you Thursday if not sooner!” Applejack smiled back before giving her hat a tip in farewell and heading out of the town while keeping an eye on the skies for a prismatic pegasus who liked to nap above the town.

Since Rainbow Dash was a pegasus without set schedules or habits aside from naps, Applejack couldn't find her the next few days in between working on the fields like there was no tomorrow. The orange mare didn't want to exhaust herself for the outing but she also didn't want to leave her family in need of help during the harvest season, so Applejack merely went to bed exhausted every night only to get up and overwork again the next day.

The older mare had found her sister and gave her a light scolding for having tricked her (in a manner of speaking) in order to have the day off to roam free in town. Luckily Apple Bloom hadn't done all that much since Sweetie Belle was very much still grounded and Scootaloo was in hiding once more.

It got to the point that Applejack had almost forgot the 'date' she had with Rarity when she got up tired on Thursday morning; if it weren't for the birthday wishes from the rest of her family and well wishes for her day off, the blonde maned mare would have missed her appointment.

The earth pony raced to the station to find the gray-white mare already waiting for her; as Applejack pulled up in front of her secret crush Rarity looked on worriedly.

“Applejack, darling, are you alright? Surely there was no need to run all the way here.” A blush raced across the orange muzzle as the farmer rubbed the back of her head while standing before the fashionista. Rarity merely shook her head and smiled as Applejack responded.

“Sorry Rarity, Ah kind of overslept 'cause Ah've been workin' so hard tah come out with you. Ah'll be ok though for the play.” Rarity smiled slightly more and waved for the orange pony to follow her onto the train that was waiting to leave for Canterlot.

“If you're sure dear, then let us board the train.” Applejack smiled as she followed the unicorn and they sat in a private compartment that Rarity had booked for the two of them.

The two hour ride was one of silence as Applejack fell asleep once more which earned an eye roll from the fashionista; but Rarity was willing to let it slide since it was the farmer's birthday after all. It actually helped the orange mare relax to be still tired from work, letting her mind break free from over-thinking her every move in front of her crush.

Rarity watched the mare across from her, wondering if everything was ok like Applejack had said. She hadn't seen much of the young farmer since she had also been working to make sure their day together was indeed clear and looked forward to the chance to enjoy a play together.

(Hopefully she does indeed like the play selection and she relaxes, they work so hard during the harvest season.... )

Once they reached their destination, Rarity gently woke up her traveling companion so they wouldn't miss their stop.

“Applejack, darling, we have to get up.”

“Huh, er, whazzat? Oh, eh heh, hey Rarity; Ah guess we've made it then?” Rarity rolled her eyes gently before nodding confirmation which prompted the stetson wearing farmer to allow the unicorn to exit first with a bow. The fashion mare was curious as to what brought the bow and hoof point on but led the way nonetheless with Applejack close behind.

The two friends made their way through the mountain city with a quick trot, hardly noticing the two and three storied buildings nor the many displays of art strewn about; they had been to the city quite a few times already and while it was an impressive sight, they were on a tight schedule to make it to their play. They reached the three storied theater with plenty of time to find the perfect seating and even though Applejack was slightly dismayed by the lack of refreshments, both mares settled down in anticipation of the play that was among the top thirty longest played on bridleway, Oaklahoma.

The theater slowly filled with Canterlot citizens, the majority being unicorns with binoculars to watch with all of the crowd being prim and proper ponies with the exception of one cowpony who was starting to feel out of place.

Soon, before Applejack could give in to her sudden case of nerves, the show began and the theater fell silent for the music to begin. The play was a simple one of romance and drama, set in the frontier of Equestria with farmers and cowponies trying to live together in peace. The crowd seemed to like it and while Applejack could see why, she couldn't understand why the characters (especially the cowponies) didn't just make everything simple and get straight to the point; they were acting almost as dramatic as a certain prim gray-white fashionista she knew.

When the middle of the acts came, giving the crowd a chance to get up and stretch their legs, none took the offer and remained sitting; meaning that the farmer couldn't get up either and she just fidgeted in place as Rarity sat dreaming of her own possible somepony. Before the gray-white unicorn could notice or question it, the second act started and the crowd's attention was once again held by the actors on the stage.

It was with great force that Applejack stayed awake for the remainder of the play; having things so overly complicated and not all that much in action meant that she was very tempted to catch the rest of the nap she started on the train ride there.

Luckily, the end had just enough spice to keep the orange mare's attention, allowing her to seem proper when they crowd applauded the performance. As they filed out along with the upper class ponies, Rarity began to gush about the performance as they edged along slowly.

“That was a wonderful play, wouldn't you agree? The romance, the drama!” Applejack rolled her eyes before smirking at the unicorn beside her.

“Sure sugarcube, it was somethin'; Ah just don't see how them ponies could be so dang gone fussy if they're simple farmers an' cowponies.”

“Why, they simply want the best after all and -”

“Hem hem, you should know peasant; from the sounds of it you would fit right in the 'cowpony' crowd.” Applejack and Rarity turned to find the source of the condescending tone but couldn't locate him; they were distracted from their search by another voice with more biting remarks.

“How would you know of the refined plays offered by bridleway? You obviously haven't stepped off your little patch of dirt before and know nothing of the sophistication needed to properly enjoy a performance such as this.” Once again the snide voice was hidden in the close crowds, causing the orange earth pony to feel more out of place than before while the gray-white unicorn was shocked that anypony could state such claims without even showing themselves.

“Don't listen to them darling, they obviously don't know anything about being sophisticated themselves.” Rarity led the way with a huff with Applejack following dejectedly close by, the snickers of the upper class ponies around them resounding in her ears.

“Oh, uh, sure thin' sugarcube. Was there anything else ya wanted tah do before we went on home?” Applejack tried to seem just as confident as ever even as the snobbish words pierced through her bravo and attempt to impress the gray-white mare.

Rarity frowned slightly as she thought; it was only one in the afternoon and order to be sure everything was in place for this for the evening, she would have to keep the former's attention a little longer.

“Well, I am a little peckish after that marvelous play...” Applejack brightened at the prospect of food and nodded to the suggestion.

“Sure thin' Rare; do ya know anyplace ya'd want tah go? Mah treat.” Rarity blinked in surprise at the offer and felt the need to explain how the orange farmer shouldn't pay for anything on her birthday except that very well may ruin the surprise.

“Nonsense darling; I invited you out today, it's only proper to cover the expenses.” The two mares stood not even a block away from the theater, having no real direction to head in as they discussed their plans.

“But Rarity, ya went an' got the tickets for the play an' the train; it ain't right for ya tah pay for the food too.” Rarity huffed at the stubborn mare before her, trying to think of an excuse for why she wanted to cover the bill.

The fashionista looked into determined green eyes and had a feeling she would either have to relent or explain in order to keep Applejack out of town.

“Sugarcue, it ain't right if ya don't at least tell me why; we'll just have tah go on home an' Ah'll make ya somethin' instead if you're gonnah be this fussy about it.” This got a curious brow from the gray-white mare who was now tempted to give in; Applejack's cooking was rather famous around town and while it was heavily apple themed, it was delicious nonetheless.

“As much as I would like to sample your fine cooking, I must decline and insist we visit a restaurant I've heard good stories about.” Seeing the demanding frown, Rarity slumped out of her uppity stance and sighed.

“I know that today is your birthday and while it might be proper to share the financial burden, it is not so when it is one's birthday. I did want to go out with you as a means to show my gratitude and appreciation for all you do for me; it being your birthday was an extra feature, one that I wanted to show proper appreciation for.” Right from the start of the little speech, Applejack was blushing a vibrant red at not only the fact that her crush knew it was her birthday but wanted to make it special for her.

“Well shucks Rarity, that's mighty kind of ya... If ya put it that way, sure, Ah'd like tah go someplace with ya.” Rarity returned the other mare's smile with one of her own before heading further into town for the restaurant she heard so much about, Cuire à Grande Échelle .

It was a five star establishment with three floors of lavish dining area with tables made from red oak and décor colorization building on it with soft hues. One had to have reservation and Rarity had planned well in advance for the day. They waited in line briefly before reaching the matron who gave Applejack a quick dismissive look before setting on the fashion minded mare.

“Hello my good sir, I do believe there is a reservation under the name Applejack?” The country mare shot Rarity a curious look which was returned with a sheepish grin while the matron searched his records.

“Hmmm, there is such a reservation; right this way please.” The pale gray-blue unicorn led the two mares through the room and up the stairs.

As they walked, the farmer leaned over to whisper to the fashion mare about the reservation name.

“Rarity, why was the reservation under mah name?” Rarity blushed slightly and looked to the side before responding just as quietly as they traveled past others dinning.

“Oh, well, I was prepared for a larger amount of fuss from you and prepared it so you would be able to enter with little issue if you had insisted on taking care of the seating...” Applejack blinked a few times before blushing slightly herself as she faced forward once more.

“Oh, Ah see.... Thanks.” The fashionista smiled at the quiet tones and merely continued to follow their guide to the table she had specially requested.

They soon found themselves being sat in front of a window that had a view of the city below and even the lands beyond; once the two friends were seated the waiter soon appeared with two menus levitating in his grasp.

“Here are your menus madams; what would you like to start the afternoon with?” Rarity barely glanced at the drink selection before turning to the waiter.

“I shall have a sparkling water, please.” The silver coated stallion nodded before looking to the farmer who was slower to respond as she tried to hold open and read the menu given to her.

“Ah'll, Ah'll have the same please.” Applejack gave up trying to make sense of the fancy names and with a small sniff of disdain the waiter nodded and went to get their drinks.

Rarity took no notice as she levitated both her menu up and removed the stetson from the blonde mane it usually covered, much to Applejack's indignation.

“Hey! Why'd ya-?”

“Darling, I believe I've stated before how it is impolite to wear a hat at the table.” Green eyes rolled in place before their owner settled for searching the menu before her. After a minute of barely comprehending the words, the waiter returned with their drinks and for their order.

“Are you ready to place your orders?” Rarity checked with the other mare before smiling at the stallion.

“Yes, I believe we are. May I have the crème de pomme and a serving of tarte aux framboises.”

“Excellent choice... And for you, ma'am?” The silver unicorn raised an inquisitive brow to the earth pony who fumbled with the menu before placing it onto the table.

“Ah'll have ah garden salad an' ah servin' of the fruit fritters please.” The stallion dipped his head and went to place the order, allowing Applejack's mind and attention to wander for a moment; just enough to catch a few comments about the farmer in question.

“Did you hear that country drawl? I wonder how anyone can even understand her...”

“I don't know how she even got in the restaurant, let alone one of the finer seats in here.”

“I'm amazed she can even understand the menu, let alone read it.”

Rarity noticed the dejected sigh coming from her companion across the table and turned away from the view before them.

“Darling, is everything alright?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, yep, Ah'm fine sugarcube.” Rarity frowned as another scrunch of the orange muzzle accompanied these words and allowed her hearing to find the nearest tables topic of interest, only to find them insulting the orange mare across from her.

“Applejack, don't you listen to a word they say. Let us enjoy this meal and we'll take the first train home, don't you fret.” Applejack smiled sadly at the unicorn and nodded slightly just as the food was brought to their table.

Good manners dictated that one couldn't speak while eating, making the rest of the meal go by in relative silence; which suited the orange mare just fine as she now had a lot to think about. The rest of the meal and even the train ride passed by in a daze for the earth pony who answered any and all comments in an off-hoof manner, drawing concerned looks from the prim mare as to what may have been on her mind.

The thing that drew Applejack out of her plans to show off her 'upper class' skills was when they reached the farm house around supper time only to find it dark and silent. The blonde mane earth pony paused on the porch as she felt the wrongness of the situation only to be prompted forward by Rarity which also struck Applejack as odd; she had meant to ask the unicorn if she was coming over but to find that Rarity had subtly directed their hoof steps to the farm already was strange.

The orange mare soon gave in to the gentle pressure and walked into the dark living room only to have the lights suddenly turned on as her friends and family jumped up from their hiding places with lots of flaring hooves.

“Surprise!” Applejack gave a small start as Rarity also took part of the shout from behind her and pushed the orange cowpony forward once more.

Applejack gazed at the room's decorations as she was pushed forward; green streamers hung from the ceiling while the cups, plates and silverware were the same color of her coat. There was a large banner hanging from the walls that was a pale-cream with the words 'Happy Birthday to the best cowpony in town!' in large red letters.

Rarity stepped around the shocked mare to stand in front of the whole thing that also spilled over into the kitchen, where a cake and the rest of the food supplies were laid out.

“What do you think darling? I already had the girls promise to come long before you went to ask, so please forgive them for being... Evasive, in their answers.” Applejack's wide eyes stared at the unicorn for a moment longer before looking at each of her friends in turn who stared back ranging from sheepish to amused at the farmer's reaction.

“Yeah and Rainbow Dash wanted to prank you if you went to ask her, so we had to hide poor Dashie from you.” Dash smirked at Pinkie's statement and crossed her fore-hooves, trying to appear nonchalant.

Applejack began to smile as the surprise wore off and joy of having family and friends put this together counteracted the statements made by the Canterlot snobs; for the duration of the party at least. The orange farmer put on a smiling and carefree attitude for the party, trying to enjoy being with her friends and the effort Rarity and Pinkie went to put it together.

Applejack had blushed even more as she learned how her crush tried so hard to set it up and hoped that it meant she was getting somewhere with impressing Rarity; though the others merely thought it was because of all the extra attention the farm pony wasn't used to getting.

They partied well into the night with all the usual games one finds at a Pinkie Party while it still retained it's sophistication in the form of tea, snacks and food things. There was even music that the ponies could dance to while Granny Smith showed just how spry she still was on the dance floor (after Big Mac helped with a charlie horse in her back left leg).

Once the evening wound down and her friends had left while her family went to bed, Applejack found herself awake as she laid in bed, making plans on how to better impress Rarity with her manners and upper class attitude.

(Ah'll have tah get a lot of work done an' take the day off again.. Find ah more 'frou-frouy' play... Git a space at ah fancy restaurant... Work on my accent so that I sound like a proper Manehattenite once more... Golly, this'll be hard...)

Chapter 8 - A 'Proper' Mare

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Start of October, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

(Ah can’t believe how hard it was just tah get some fancy play tickets. This whole thing is gonnah empty out mah rainy day savings by heaps an’ bounds… Ah hope it works and that Rarity sees that Ah could be just as proper as some of them frou-frou nobles…)

These and other somber thoughts occupied the farmer’s mind as she went into town to pick up her sister from school; while the Crusaders were getting better about asking to do things around town, they were still very grounded. To show Rarity how serious she was about the grounding, Applejack had been dropping off and picking up her sister to and from school; meeting the gray-white mare there every time was merely coincidental.

It was a chilly day, with clouds covering most of the sunlight and encouraging the fall chill to grow. The orange mare was so absorbed in her thoughts that it was to her slight surprise to find herself in front of the prim unicorn.

“Hello darling, how is the harvest coming along?” Green eyes focused on the unicorn as Applejack was pulled from her musings at the question.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, we’re doin’ good with harvest; apples’ll be ready for applebuck season by early next week.” Rarity smiled at the good news for her friend while getting a flash of sadness; something that caused her to pause from adding more as she wondered where it came from.

Applejack, on the other hoof, looked to the school house as she tried to gather her courage to ask a favor of the unicorn, only to be cut off from the attempt by the school bell.

At the soft ringing, both mares turned to find their younger sisters rushing towards them with pleading faces, putting them on edge for whatever their newest plan was.

Apple Bloom was the first to step forward, looking to the older farmer with a quiver in her gaze.

“Sis', can we go into town and give Scootaloo all the work she's missed?” Apple Bloom asked as pleadingly as she could while Sweetie Belle added to it.

“She's been home sick and Miss Cheerilee asked us to do it.” Applejack raised a brow at their claims and turned to nod to the gray-white mare next to her; she had put her beliefs and trust on the line before and didn’t want to be burned again by the fillies in the eyes of the fashionista.

“Ah'll follow what Rarity says; yer've lied before an' Ah'm not coverin' for ya this time.” Rarity raised a surprised brow of her own; when it came to their sisters Applejack was usually the one asking her to be lenient.

“Are you sure darling? You have no thoughts about this?” Applejack nodded towards the unicorn in acknowledgment that she did have an idea for their punishment and paused only for a moment before explaining her idea.

“Well Ah'd say that they've learned their lesson; ah month is ah long time. But Ah think that they would need tah ask us tah visit other places and they'd need somepony with 'em at all times, if'in they did go some place.” Rarity lit up at the suggestion and gave the farmer a quick hug which left a blush on her face, something that went unnoticed by the gray-white unicorn.

“Why that sounds like a marvelous idea! And if they do go someplace without supervision, they shall be grounded for a year if it takes that long.” This last part was said with a threatening look to the two fillies who nodded rapidly before taking off in a mad dash towards town to find their friend, not once looking back to their sisters.

The two mares watched amused at the rush while wondering just where Scoot lived; something that hadn’t been addressed when they learned that her parents weren’t among the living anymore. After a moment longer, Rarity turned to the other mare with a smile, a plan for extending her meeting with the farmer firmly in mind.

“Applejack, darling, it would be a waste to merely return home right away; would you care to join me for some afternoon tea?” The farmer brightened at the question and tried to not appear overly eager at a better chance and location to ask one of her own.

“Sure thing sugarcube.” The fashionista beamed at the other mare before leading the way to her shop, torn between a formal or relaxed setting for their tea.

Once they arrived, the unicorn noticed Applejack’s hesitation and decided for the informal setting of the kitchen for their tea; it felt so wrong for the stout-hearted farmer to be nervous that Rarity couldn’t help but want to put her at ease.

“If you would follow me darling, I’ll see about setting out some biscuits while the tea seeps.” Applejack gave the prim mare a bashful grin, trying to make sure she didn’t lose her nerve like she had at the schoolyard.

“Sure thin’... Uh, Ah-Ah wanted tah ask ya somethin’.” While Rarity went to set the table, Applejack stood near the doorway with hat in hoof; hearing the worried tones made the unicorn uneasy though she hid it by finishing the preparations before looking to the earth pony.

“Yes darling, what is it?” The farmer tried to contain her blush at the beauty before her and cleared her throat before trying to get the words out.

“A-Ah was wonderin’ if ya’d want tah go see another play in Canterlot.” Rarity froze in the midst of pouring two cups of tea as she looked at the other mare in surprise who stood stock still, waiting for a response; green eyes widened upon seeing the tea still being poured into cups only to overfill, bringing sudden movement as Applejack rushed over to try and stem the flow.

“Watch out Rare!” The unicorn snapped out of her daze at the lunge towards the teapot and used her magic to put everything down before helping clean up the mess.

“Oh, I am so sorry darling! It was just, uhm, a bit surprising to hear that you want to see another play and so soon… There, I’ll put another pot on…” Once the dirty towels were put away, the unicorn started another batch of tea with the earth pony standing where she had rushed to and cleaned; Applejack flinched at how Rarity thought it was unlikely for the farmer to want to see another play and reassessed the situation.

(Ah guess Rare just sees me as ah borin’ ol’ farmer who wouldn’t be proper like she wants… Ah better show her just how fancy and prim Ah could be with this here outin’.)

“Is it really so surprisin’ that Ah wanted tah, tah go see ah play with somepony who’d enjoy it?” The gray-white unicorn looked at the orange mare with a raised brow, which was soon joined by its brethren at the nervous mare in the center of the room.

“I had merely thought that you did not enjoy the previous play. I would love to go to another with you; what did you have in mind?” Applejack breathed a soft sigh of relief before trying to remember the exact pronunciation of the currently popular play.

“Ah got some tickets tah the play, the miserabables?”

“Gasp! Les miserables? My goodness, however did you get tickets?” The orange mare sighed in relief at the obvious excitement and smiled sheepishly.

“Well, Ah did get some help from Twilight tah get ‘em but Ah heard it’s the latest great play so Ah figured ya’d want to see it.” Rarity hopped in placed excitedly before remembering to be composed once more.

“I’d love to! When is it?” The unicorn set the batch of tea on the table as they settled down to enjoy the afternoon snack.

“Well, it’s three days from now; will ya be free to go?” Applejack watched as Rarity pondered as as she sipped the green herb tea, calculating the time she would need for the next four orders.

“I think I can just make it! What time are we leaving?”

“Ah was thinkin’ about noon tah catch the afternoon show an’ go tah, urhm, dinner afterwards, ifin’ ya wanted to?” The fashion mare frowned at the return of hesitation as well as a more complex plan from the usually simple-loving farmer.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose…” An orange hoof waved reassuringly with a scrunched smile and worried eyes.

“Shoot, ain’t no problem. Ah figured Ah could make it up tah ya after how them nobles were last time an’ all.” Rarity watched curiously at the disturbingly familiar scrunched face before slowly agreeing to the proposed plan.

“I suppose so darling, if you insist…” The rest of the tea time was then rushed through by the orange mare who was trying to fight her embarrassed blush the entire time; she didn’t want the real reason to come out and she had a feeling Rarity suspected that something was going on.

Even though the outing was suggested in a suspicious manner, Rarity could barely contain her excitement for the day; finishing her projects in record time with plenty of time to spare to make herself presentable for such a show as the one they were about to see that day.

At ten minutes before noon, and just as Rarity was about to set out, there came a knock at the door of the Boutique. With a barely disguised groan at the sudden appearance of customers despite the ‘closed’ sign, the gray-white unicorn opened the door with a professional apology on her tongue that died at the sight beyond the purple door.

“I’m so sorry but we are clo-waah ha ha?! Applejack?” The orange mare blushed slightly at the slack-jawed stare of the unicorn as Rarity looked the mare up and down while taking in her appearance; in an attempt at looking the part of a ‘proper mare’, Applejack had braided her mane and tail, as well as cleaning until she was spotless. It was with great pain that she left her hat at home, knowing that it would only reinforce the ‘country-look’ she often sported; something she wanted Rarity to not automatically see when looking at the farmer.

“Do, do I look alright?” Rarity blinked a few times at the higher pitched voice and vastly different accent, wondering if this was indeed the down-to-earth farmer she had been getting to know and care for.

“Applejack, darling, what happened to your hat? Has it become torn? You should have brought it to me, I can fix it in a moment.”

“Oh, ah, no no; I left it at home today. Did ya-you change your mind about today’s outing?” Applejack severely missed her hat, it would have helped to hide the embarrassed blush slowly making it’s way across her muzzle at the close scrutiny from the fashion mare before her.

“No no, I do still wish to go… Are you alright though dear? You seem to be out of sorts.” Rarity stepped out of her shop and locked up before following the orange mare to the train station, looking closely for any signs of the farmer she was normally.

“I’m perfectly fine, Ah-I just wanted to put my best hoof forward for this esteemed performance.” The unicorn raised an almost disbelieving brow that went unnoticed as Applejack looked away.

(I would think to cancel the outing, but I so do want to see Les Miserables… I suppose my best course of action would be to keep a close eye on Applejack to be sure she is ok like she claims.)

“Indeed, and I wish to thank you again for getting the tickets darling, I’m sure they cost quite a sum; could I perhaps offer some bits to offset the financial cost?” The orange mare gave a small start, usually one that would go unnoticed unless a pony was paying close attention, while she furiously looked towards their train before answering lightly.

“Sho-Oh, uh, hem hem, no need for that. I do believe I have it well in hoof.” Despite the attempted lighter tones, Rarity noticed with slight unease the hard lines around Applejack’s mouth and eyes as she responded; the unicorn made a mental note to find out the exact cost and find someway to force the farmer to take some bits in return, unwilling to make the barely afloat family have any trouble due to wasteful spending.

(Going to an expensive play would be a normal thing to do, but not when it might jeopardize your family’s financial situation! Something is definitely going on; something I will get to the bottom of for sure!)

The train ride to the mountain capital was filled with all the ‘proper’ topics; the weather, the health of family and friends and the current trends in the markets. While this was a normal thing for the two mares to talk about, it was a very surreal experience for the prim and proper unicorn to hear her country friend speak with such a refined accent; and while she expected a more indepth explanation or discussion about fruit and crops sales, Rarity was not expecting Applejack to try and understand upcoming fashion trends. She could tell the orange mare tried to understand, but couldn’t help the glazed look in her green eyes as she listened to the fashionista talk about various techniques which was another thing that was added to the growing list of concerns.

After arriving, Applejack made sure to act like a proper gentlecolt to the unicorn; helping her down from the train, holding the doors open and even holding the purse and binoculars the fashionista had brought for the play as Rarity settled into place in the large auditorium. The show had sold out in advance and only with Twilight’s help was Applejack able to get decent seats to watch the much anticipated performance, especially considering how much of a last moment decision it was.

Once the musical started, Rarity didn’t pay as much attention to Applejack or her odd behavior, having been caught up in the performance before her to see the dazed and confused look in the farmer’s eyes.

Applejack could tell right away that this was the kind of thing the gray-white mare enjoyed greatly (gasps and swoons notwithstanding); there was a lot of singing, romance, drama, action and ‘dreamy’ stallions if the swooning of the majority of the mares (‘proper’ swooning mind you) were any testament. It seemed like nopony could make a simple direct decision or action, always self-doubting themselves or fearing judgement. The plot was all over the place and spanning several years in the play, making it that much harder to understand while well over a dozen ‘important’ characters sang their feelings or actions; luckily Applejack had planned for this and had Twilight explain roughly what the show was about (to the lavender unicorn’s great confusion).

By the time the final curtain came down, everypony was giving it a standing ovation, with the orange farmer following along even if she hadn’t been able to understand it all. As they exited the theater, the two friends overheard a couple of nobles nearby who seemed to recognize Applejack from the last play the two had gone to and were making more snide comments.

“Why look! It’s the -rustic- mare and her poor friend who must have spent the majority of the play explaining every single movement to her.” Before Rarity could take a step in the direction of the comment or form a reply, Applejack merely hmphed in disdain with her nose in the air.

“Why I do believe that the message of being unable to escape one’s previous transgressions came across loud and clear as well as the redeeming ability of love and understanding; something, it seems, you lack.” The haughty nobles stood in shock at the reply and accent while Applejack led the similarly surprised unicorn outside before the farmer’s temper truly reared it’s head and spoke back to the snooty nobles.

“Applejack, darling, did you really like the play that much? I was under the impression that such, uhm... ‘wishy-washy’ decisions… annoyed you.” The farmer was about to snort at the assumption before remembering that it wasn’t ‘lady-like’.

“Oh, yes; it was quite… thrilling.” Another scrunched smile and shift of green eyes drew a frown from the unicorn who put a hoof to Applejack’s shoulder to make the mare stop in her quick trot.

“Darling, are you sure everything is fine? You seem very odd and not yourself today.” Rarity watched in concern as the orange mare tried to reassure her with a grin.

“Everything is quite fine, thank you. Let us continue on, I do believe that we have reservations for Les Plus Grands Gourmandises.” While this answer did not appease the fashionista, Applejack continued on rapidly making it so the unicorn focus on catching up instead of pressing the question.

They were quick to arrive to the even more posh restaurant than they had previously gone to (another tip from Twilight and Spike who both knew the area rather well for having been shut-ins, as well as coaching on how to pronounce it’s name). Applejack led the way straight to the maître d’ who looked down his nose at the sight of the earth pony, his entire demeanor practically shouting ‘what are you ruffians doing here?’. The orange mare merely straightened her back and didn’t falter as she looked back.

“Good afternoon, I do believe that there is a reservation for Rarity and Applejack.” The maître d’ gave a small sniff of disbelief before searching the red book before him; with a surprised brow at the validity of the orange farmer’s claim, he waved over a waiter who swiftly made his way to the waiting mares. With a bow, the pale-blue unicorn led the two friends further into the dining area before coming to a stop before a table that was in the somehow even fancier part of the room.

Rarity was in awe at the location and even the pristine table before remembering exactly who was the one that set it all up; with a worried frown, she turned to the orange mare seated across from her.

“Applejack, darling, however were you able to get a table in such a location?” Applejack flicked a single ear back in worry before smiling at the unicorn.

“It was nothing, just a little help from dear Twilight to assist with the waiting list…” The orange mare held the menu up to hide her face from view, something Rarity copied uneasily while the waiter remained nearby for their order.

“Oh, I suppose I shall have a Tisane Vert as well as Le Noyer Cendré Soupe à la Courge à la Pomme.” The waiter nodded before looking to the orange mare who’s eyes shifted confusedly to the fancy words and lettering; finally remembering what Twilight had suggested, Applejack put down her own menu with a pleased smirk.

“I shall be having the Soude de Raisin as well as a Salade de Pommes, thank you.” The stallion nodded briefly before levitating the menus away as he went to fetch the requested drinks, leaving the two mares to stare silently around the room.

Applejack noticed with a happy smirk that nopony else was paying them any mind or concern, aside from a jealous glance at their better location and service. The two friends passed the time with meaningless chit chat, which normally would make Rarity happy except that she knew Applejack did not like the nonsense that usually passed for proper discussion.

The fashionisha was more than happy when their food finally arrived, dictating the need for silence as they ate and removing the chance of the farm mare acting and speaking like an almost entirely different pony.

In the middle of their meal, Rarity decided that this had gone far enough and was about to either pressure the mare before her into explaining what was really going on or demanding they go home and talk about it anyways; before she could make any comment either way, a posh voice that flowed like velvet sounded behind her, bringing forth rage in both mares instead of the usual swooning the owner of the voice expected.

“Why hello there, you seem to be a familiar face; but where was it that we met…? Ah yes, I do believe it was the Grand Galloping Gala..” Both mares at the table stiffened before turning to face the white unicorn with blonde mane and tail as he stood in a regal pose, almost indifferent to the stares around him at his presence there.

“Oh, hello Prince Blueblood; what a surprise to see you here.” Applejack could barely hold onto her ‘proper’ accent as she spoke through clenched teeth, memories surging at the sight of the prissy stallion; while she was still miffed at having her family’s cooking dismissed as ‘common carnival fair’, how the stallion treated Rarity was pushing its way to the forefront of her anger.

The noble glanced over from his inspection of Rarity to frown as a vague memory tried to resurface.

“I’ve had a reservation for months in order to get the best table; something that is practically owed to me. Now all I need is for a special mare to dine with.” This last part was said with a sultry look to the gray-white unicorn who gasped at the implications; something that Blueblood took to be in his favor as he leaned towards Rarity.

“I can show you what a true date is like with an elite.”

“The nerve! I would never consent to being with you again after such poor treatment I received at the Gala!” The other patrons of the restaurant were watching the scene unfold with blatant curiosity; something the three ponies at the center of the confrontation hadn’t noticed.

“I should think that I am more of a date than this mare; I could show you what a true stallion is like.” Blueblood sneered in Applejack’s direction before leaning even further towards Rarity while making his claim of stallionhood.

The farmer rose sharply at these words as anger flashed in her eyes before noticing the other diners who watched closely.

“Ah-I do believe that my companion has declined your offer; we would greatly appreciate it if you were to leave us in peace.” At these words (and the slip up at the start which happened in anger), the Prince frowned as the memory of the Gala returned as he stared at the earth pony. Suddenly he recalled exactly where he had seen her before and took a few steps back in worry and disdain.

“You! You’re that country peasant from the Gala, serving that carnival fair at such a pristine event! How could you afford anything on the menu? How were you even able to get inside?” Applejack’s ears flipped back as she heard the surrounding ponies titter and make snide comments concerning her and Rarity; the unicorn wouldn’t stand for the slander and stood as well in anger.

“That is the most preposterous thing I have ever heard! We have just as much ability and right to be here as anypony! In fact, Applejack has more dignity and proper etiquette even while in the middle of harvest season than you ever will!” At such high praise from the prim and proper mare, Applejack blushed while scratching the back of her head with a hoof; the bashful smile turned into a fierce scowl at the shocked and disgusted look the white stallion gave Rarity.

“More than myself? Then I suppose it is you who are sadly out of place in this refined atmosphere; I wouldn’t be surprised to find you could not get a proper date with a real stallion and had to settle for this country rube.” At the sight of tears in sad blue eyes, all the pretenses and restraint Applejack had snapped like a twig in a tornado; with a fury blazing in green eyes, Applejack swiftly turned on the spot and gave Bluebood a solid buck to the chest with both hind legs.

The entire restaurant fell silent as they watched with bated breath only to hear the angry pants of the farmer as she stood over the fallen and now wheezing stallion; Blueblood held a hoof to his chest as he stared up at the other mare in terror. Rarity watched in awe, frozen in the midst of wiping her tears, at the sight of the earth pony showing just how strong she really was.

“Now you listen here, Rarity is the meanin’ of being ah prim an’ proper mare! Any pony or anyone she so much as even looks at should consider themselves lucky tah be noticed! Yer not worth the spit of a timberwolf! Come on sugarcube; if’in the likes of him are allowed in this here place, then we won’t be comin’ back an’ we’ll be reportin’ the low standards.” An orange hoof grabbed gray-white as Applejack guided Rarity away at a swift pace; something the fashion mare had no qualms against as she smiled through slowly drying tears at the return of the Applejack she knew and cared about.

Within moments, both mares were out the door and through most of the streets after hastily paying for what was consumed. All the stress and frustration bled through each hoof step of the farmer’s as she kept the pace quick so they would leave the city and it’s dreadfully snooty citizens faster; Rarity didn’t mind the rush, still abuzz over the return of ‘normal’ Applejack.

Once in the privacy and confines of the train compartment, the orange mare released the other while dragging a hoof through her braided mane, freeing it from the style and making it a simple ponytail once more. The unicorn could only watch as Applejack stomped her hoof a few times on the ground as she growled and muttered to herself before slamming her face into the seat in front of her a few times; once the earth pony came to a stop with her face still buried inside the seat cushion, Rarity felt it was safe to try and reassure the distressed mare.

Applejack flinched slightly at the feel of a hoof patting her shoulder but relaxed as she realized who it was, bringing the orange farmer back from her self-loathing.

“Sorry, Rare, fer messin’ up today...” Rarity smiled briefly at the nickname before frowning at what the farmer was worried about.

“I don’t understand what you mean darling…” The orange earth pony sighed before standing up to look the unicorn in the eye; the sight of dejected green orbs stole the fashionista’s breath, rendering her unable to move as the farm mare explained.

“Ah, Ah went and bucked up!” Blue eyes widened at the unusual course language while green eyes shifted down in shame at the mistakes and swearing.

“Ah went an’ got intah ah fight with Blueblood and ran before the guards could come and get our statements…” Rarity frowned at what were the only things Applejack was willing to talk about and pulled the other mare up to sit next to her on the opposite cushion than what had been used to smack sense into the earth pony.

“Darling, I am nor will I ever be upset that you kicked at the brutish pathetic excuse for a stallion…. What I am worried about is why you have been acting in such an unusual manner for the entire day before the physical encounter with Blueblood.” The farmer flinched at the straight forward concern and tried in vain to look away; something not allowed as Rarity used a hoof to pull the saddened face back in her direction.

“Please darling, while I am impressed at the accent and attempt at being ‘proper’, I know this is not like the Applejack I was getting to learn about.”

“Ah’m fine, nothing’s different.” Rarity sighed as she finally realized what the face scrunching and shifting eyes meant.

“Darling, you now have the most obvious ‘tell’ in Equestria.” Applejack looked to the unicorn in confusion as the terminology went over her head.

“Huh?”

“Everypony can now tell when you are lying and probably when you are bluffing; it seems that there is still a lasting effect from what happened with Discord.” Green eyes shrank to pinpricks at the realization before the farm mare slumped in her seat.

“Alright, so Ah wasn’t exactly tellin’ the truth…” Rarity waited patiently for the reason as she rubbed the tense back, trying to reassure the other that everything was going to be ok.

“Ah-Ah wanted tah show ya Ah can be just as proper as them nobles and hang out with ya more…” The unicorn smiled at the confession and gave the earth pony a brief hug, much to Applejack’s confusion.

“Huh? Why’d ya-?”

“Oh darling, you needn’t change who you are to impress somepony else! Not your entire self, because that is just like lying but to everyone around you as well as to yourself. As for us ‘hanging out’ more, I’d be happy to! But I would rather we do things that we both would enjoy instead of something that causes you great stress; perhaps a trip to the spa?” The farmer rolled her eyes at the return of the desired spa treatment, while she was bursting with happiness that Rarity wanted her to be herself.

“Oh Rarity, heh heh heh… Alright, I guess we could try an’ go visit the spa. But first Ah gottah take care of the upcomin’ harvest; ain’t no point in getting all fancied up and cleaned off only tah get just as dirty the next day.” Rarity put a hoof to her chin in thought before nodding along, displeasure coursing through her at the postponing of more time together.

“I suppose that does make sense… Perhaps we could have another afternoon tea together?” Applejack felt like her cheeks would crack with the smile she wore at the chance to spend more time with the fashionista sooner.

“Ah’d like that; Ah’d like that ah lot.”

Chapter 9 - A deal with three little troublemakers

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Mid October, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

Applejack had gotten up early that morning, basking in the glorious morning sun before getting a start on her work. The family had a brief breakfast before setting out for the various tasks they were to do that day; the orange farmer set out for the red barn to feed the animals and clean up any messes before getting on with the rest of her day.

Just as she was reorganizing the stacks of extra supplies, the Cutie Mark Crusaders burst through the doors.

“Well howdy girls, what are y'all up tah today?” Applejack smiled at the girls as she wiped her forehead after setting down a sack of grains she was moving. The Crusaders looked back with pleading eyes to which earned a curious brow from the older farmer.

“Sis', can we have a sleepover tonight?” Applejack was pleased to hear her younger sister ask permission before they did something, which hopefully meant that they were trying to behave, and smiled at the trio.

“Shoot, 'course ya can if Rarity says it's ok.” The Crusaders smiled in relief, while Apple Bloom received an encouraging glance from the two others, something that the older farmer noticed curiously.

“Sis', could ya come with us tah ask Rarity?” Applejack reared back slightly as she blushed and looked away, something that was noticed by the fillies before her.

“Why'd, why'd ya want me tah come with ya? You can ask her yerself.... ya don't need me tah help.”

“But she listens to you more than she does to me....” Sweetie Belle pleaded with flipped back ears which deepened Applejack's blush.

The older mare was torn, her latest interaction with the unicorn was still fresh in her mind and she wasn't sure how to face the fashionista. The girls turned up the pressure by adding two more pairs of pleading eyes; Applejack sighed and decided to face the music, giving in with a short nod.

“Alright girls, Ah'll come with ya tah talk with Rarity.” The trio gave small cheers and followed the farmer as she led the way into town.

The four ponies soon found themselves in front of the purple door where Applejack hesitated for a moment before knocking soundly and striding inside.

“Howdy Rarity...” The fashion mare turned from the display of her latest work with a relieved smile at the sound of a southern accent.

“Applejack! Darling, so nice of you to drop by. Ah yes, hello girls; what can I do for you today?” While the older unicorn posed the question in a general sense, she looked at the other mare who tried to remain calm and collected in the gaze of piercing blue eyes.

“The girls here wanted tah have ah sleepover at their Clubhouse.” Rarity shifted her gaze to the Crusaders who tried to appear innocent and trustworthy.

“I see; what do you say about this Applejack?” The orange farmer cast an appraising eye on the trio before smirking.

“Well, Ah say let 'em have the sleepover tah see if they can behave; let 'em earn our trust back.” Rarity nodded at the plan and smiled back.

“That sounds lovely dear; Sweetie Belle, you may go to the sleepover but only for tonight, you have school on Monday remember.” The Crusaders nodded rapidly to the terms, desperate to be allowed for the night; they wasted no time in rushing out the door to get all the needed supplies for an awesome sleepover, leaving the two mares awkwardly behind them.

The two mares stood in the center of the boutique, both not wanting the other to leave but unsure of how to get them to stay.

(It's too early for tea, and not yet lunch, but perhaps...)

“Applejack, would you care to join me for breakfast? Or have you already eaten?” The farmer brightened at the chance to stay and tried not to appear too enthusiastic.

“Well, Ah did have ah little somethin' but Ah wouldn't mind getting' a bite more tah eat.” Rarity beamed at the orange mare and turned to head for the kitchen, signalling with her tail for the other to follow; an action that caused unforeseen consequences of Aj focusing on the silky smooth voluptuous appendage.

A focus that shifted slightly as the farmer followed the fashionista further in the shop, finding the wiry muscles that hid beneath a trim figure.

(Guess all that liftin' fabric does help her, even if she does use magic for most of it or somepony else tah help... Now that Ah'm thinking about it, she used some interstin' techniques tah fight off ah Manticore an' me when Ah was pickin' on her about, heh heh, Tom. Wonder where she learned it all?)

Before she could even think about how it would sound, Applejack asked the question out loud, startling the unicorn.

“How'd ya know them fighin' moves?” Rarity, who had been in the act of levitating the stetson to the nearby coat peg (something Applejack hadn't noticed until after she had the unicorn's attention), looked to the earth pony with a gasp.

“Moi? Know means of being violent and uncivil? Why the nerve! I-” Catching sight of the deadpan from the other mare, Rarity cut herself off with a sheepish look.

“Oh, uhm, I suppose I do know how to defend myself; though it's only proper for a lady to be rescued by a dashing hero and I must maintain my standards.” Aj was mesmerized by pleading blue eyes before realizing what was being silently asked; the farmer chuckled as she glanced away with a blush at how she had been staring, much ot Rarity's confusion.

“Shucks, Ah'd rather be able tah protect mahself an' others but Ah won't tell if ya don't want me to.”

“Oh thank you darling; as for your question of how I know such things... My parents decided that I needed an 'outlet' for any anger and frustration I kept bottled up.” Aj looked at the unicorn in surprise who began to cook; while she hadn't been sure what the reason was, anger issues was a surprise.

“Ah didn't realize ya had anger troubles...” Rarity flipped her mane as she gave the farm mare a short glare before returning to the frying pan where their breakfast was cooking.

“Darling, a lady does not get 'angry', they merely become 'displeased'.” The farmer rolled her eyes at the fancying of a simple emotion and decided to ease any possible embarrassment on the unicorn's part.

“Well, we apples have tah be careful when we get angry; working in the fields applebuckin' gives us lots of strength....” The fashionista smiled teasingly to the earth pony who trailed off at the sight.

“I can attest to that, darling. I do believe I have witnessed your strength first-hoof at a certain restaurant...” Applejack blushed at the reminder before deciding to shift the focus to something else instead of her bad manners.

“Well, uh, yeah, Ah suppose ya did see some of mah strength before... Ah guess, if ya really want tah be the maiden in trouble, Ah-Ah could help ya in ah pinch.” The orange mare didn't look at the gray-white unicorn who was staring curiously back while a warmth spread through her body at the offer.

“Oh, ok then... I'll be sure to come to you first if I need any kind of help.”

“Al-alrighty then.” The two mares fell silent as they settled at the table to enjoy the meal presented.

Applejack felt as though she overplayed her hoof and cast her mind for a different topic before remembering what had brought her there in the first place.

“Hey Rarity?” About the girls...” Once the earth pony knew she had the unicorn's attention from where it had wandered (namely what had been going on lately with the farmer), Applejack pressed on.

“We should try an' figure out how exactly we want the girls tah earn back our trust to travel.” Rarity tapped her chin in thought as she hummed to herself.

Applejack could see it in Rarity's eyes, she didn't think the girls should be roaming the countryside.

(Ah guess Ah'll have tah tell her about mah own little adventure so she'd let up... Here goes nothin'.)

“Ya know,” gray-white ears perked forward at the soft words, “when Ah was just about their age, Ah went on a grand trip all on mah own.”

“Oh? Where did you go? Why would you go? I had presumed you truly enjoyed life on the farm...” The orange mare shifted in place as she ate a bit more of the meal before she answered.

“Well, when Ah was young, Ah wanted to try an' be an up an' comin' mare in the big city; Ah went tah live with mah relatives in Manehatten. Ah realized that it wasn't for me after a while an' went back home where Ah belonged.” Rarity couldn't believe it, this explained where the strange 'proper' accent came from at least.

Applejack smiled slightly at the dumbfounded expression of the unicorn's before bringing up why the story was relevant back into focus.

“So, it's only natural that the girls want tah travel; so long as we know where they are an' safe, then we shouldn't try to stop 'em. Maybe see how well they do before givin' them free range though.” The gray-white mare brought her mind back from possible implications of the orange earth pony's recent actions and meanings to the task at hoof; dealing with their sisters.

“I see... but we are busy mares, with full time occupations; we wouldn't be able to leave at a drop of the hat.” Applejack conceded this point and cast her gaze in hopes of finding a solution when she found a picture of the six of them and Spike at a picnic; it was as the farmer gazed at it that inspiration struck.

“What if we got the others tah help?”

“Beg pardon?”

“What if we got the others tah help? Like we take 'em one time, then Twilight and Pinkie Pie could an' Rainbow and Fluttershy another time; if they say they can. That way we can see if they behave just as well when we ain't there.”

“Perhaps...”

“We can go ask them as soon as ya want.” Applejack smiled to the unicorn who grinned back before stomping gently on the table as she became enthusiastic about the idea.

“Indeed, let us not waste a moment and check with them right now.” The smile briefly turned into a frown at the loss of a later time the farmer could be with Rarity but returned shakily nonetheless.

“Oh, er, yeah, sure thin'... Uh, let's get these dishes cleaned up first.” Rarity blinked at the other mare before glancing down at the empty plates, the meal having gone by as they spoke.

“Oh, I suppose we should; if you be ever so kind as to help poor, weak little ol' me?” The unicorn placed a dramatic hoof to her temple while peeking towards the farmer, curious as to what her reaction would be; it was to her befuddlement that Applejack blushed and averted her eyes briefly before weakly chuckling at the show.

“Shucks, not even five minutes since Ah've offered and Ah already gottah help the damsel in distress.” Applejack stood and helped with the dishes, trying to not appear out of sorts as she helped; Rarity kept a close watch to be sure that nothing was wrong.

As soon as they were done cleaning, the two mares set out for the Library first in hopes of catching two of their friends at once. They quickly went through town, with barely a glance at the crowds that were slowly filling as the morning continued on.

Once they were in front of the library, Applejack had a flash of worry about visiting the librarian who knew about her previous plans to impress the unicorn (though not the reason). It was too late to try and visit each friend individually, so the orange mare merely took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

Spike answered with a smile at seeing the gray-white mare, something that caused Applejack to halt in the middle of entering the room as she remembered a certain dragon's obvious secret crush.

(Shoot, Ah can't believe Ah forgot about the little guy... He's liked Rare since they first came tah town, an' here Ah am trying tah impress her an' all... This ain't goin' tah end well...)

Both the dragon and unicorn noticed the farmer's sudden reluctance and were about to question her when Applejack shook her head and smiled briefly to reassure them. While the two mares waited on the first floor, Spike went to get the bookworm.

“Applejack, darling, is everything alright?”

“Sure thin', Ah just remembered somethin' is all.” Even as the orange farmer smiled to the fashion mare, Rarity gazed at her in suspicion; upon seeing that there were no signs of lying, Rarity mentally shrugged and looked to the stairs where Twilight was trotting down with a grin of her own.

“Hello girls, was there something you needed?” The two friends looked to the third with hopeful grins.

“Hello darling, I do hope we haven't come at a bad time.” Twilight shook her head while settling before the two mares.

“No no, I was just catching up on on some of my studies.”

“Shoot, ya always seem tah be studyin', Ah hope yer goin' out for fresh air.” The lavender mare blushed as she nodded, much to the two friends' interest.

“Yes, Pinkie makes sure that I don't stay cooped up for too long.”

“That's good to hear darling; as to why we are here, Applejack and I were hoping that you and Pinkie Pie would be willing to help with the Crusaders.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, the girls want tah go travelin', so we figured we'd have older ponies go with 'em to see if they can behave an' be safe while out of town; but Rarity an' Ah can't always go with them so we was hopin' you guys could help too.” The lavender unicorn rubbed her chin pensively while bringing over a calendar.

“When were you thinking of having the girls go on a trip? Where were you thinking of going?” The two older siblings gazed at one another in surprise, they hadn't really thought of WHERE the girls would be going.

“Well, I suppose we haven't really thought about it...”

“Any ideas Twi'?” The librarian smirked as she skimmed her calendar, coming to a stop at a winter holiday.

“Well, we were invited to perform the Hearth's Warming Eve play in Canterlot; the girls could come along since all of us would be going and hopefully keep an eye on them.” Applejack and Rarity brightened at the suggestion and nodded along, pleased that they came to the extremely organized mare first.

“As for afterwards, I wouldn't be able to go on any trips until next spring at least; each month is pretty full and it would be better as a full day trip if not longer.” The two older sisters shared another glance at the mention of an extended stay someplace.

“Oh, we couldn't ask you to stay overnight with the girls; we understand that you are rather busy and wouldn't want to trouble you.”

“It would be a good experience for the girls and I may be able to see and describe some of the interesting buildings.” Twilight smiled as she reassured them of her availability to visit some other town as well as help the girls learn about the world around them; the other mares grinned in relief and stood to leave, their task there complete.

“Thank ya kindly Twilight, we'll mosy on over tah Pinkie's an' ask her the same as well as the others.” Applejack tipped her hat to the lavender unicorn as she turned to the door when the bookworm raised a hoof and shouted for her attention.

“Wait! I wasn't able to ask before, but how did the play and dinner go? Did you have a good time in Canterlot?” Rarity paused at these words, suddenly recalling the farmer mentioning how she had gone to Twilight for the tickets and reservation; due to how she had been the one to go with the orange mare, she felt intensely interested in what Applejack had to say about the day (and maybe even learn of the reasons why she wanted to go so badly).

“Oh, uh, yeah, it was, um, an interesting day...” Twilight frowned curiously at the suddenly sheepish mare and looked to Rarity to see if she knew more.

“The play was very good and the food was wonderful, we are grateful for your help in procuring them.” The lavender mare blinked in confusion, not having known who Applejack wanted to bring along, and looked back to the country mare who was blushing and tugged her hat further down; something that drew Rarity's attention as well, causing her great concern.

“Oh, I didn't know who you were planning to take; glad to hear it went ok.” The farmer nodded, unwilling to look at either of the other mares; Twilight glanced between the two mares rapidly as she tried to put the various facts together, with an interesting conclusion.

“Uhm, Ah guess we better get ah move on...” Rarity wanted to know what was causing the trouble this time, especially since Twilight seemed to come to some kind of conclusion.

“Is everything alright darling?” Applejack stiffened at the question and took a breath to settle her nerves before nodding to the gray-white mare.

“Yes, Ah'm fine; we just gottah find the others, so let's get ah move on.” Rarity wasn't sure about the brush off but thought that if she was alone with the farm mare she may get more answers.

“Applejack, could I have a moment?” The farmer wearily glanced to the studious unicorn before smiling wanly to the other mare, signaling that she should continue on.

“Ah'll catch up Rarity, you go on ahead.” The gray-white mare looked between her two friends before nodding and going out the door; she didn't want to miss the chance to find out what was really going on, so she stayed nearby (though not near enough to eavesdrop, that would be rude).

Once the gray-white mare was outside, the lavender unicorn turned with a concerned frown to the orange mare who wouldn't meet her gaze.

“Alright Applejack, what's really going on? It seems like Rarity had a nice time, why did you seem so hesitant to talk about it.” Applejack shifted in place, knowing that she couldn't really lie about what had happened but the indecent was still fresh in her mind.

“... Ah didn't act very properly at the end, an' we had tah leave the restaurant early...”

“What do you mean? You even asked for a book on table manners, surely it couldn't have been that bad.”

“..... Ah bucked that Blueblood fellow in the chest...” Twilight could only stare blankly at this sentence before voicing just the tip of the confused iceberg.

“Wha-bu-... Why?” The farmer sighed and focused her gaze to the window where she saw Rarity waiting for her, causing her to blush. Seeing the blush, the unicorn followed her friend's gaze to find the gray-white mare outside, further confirming her previous conclusion.

“It was about Rarity wasn't it...?” Applejack gave a small start, having forgotten where she was at the sight of her crush waiting worriedly for her; at the question, she blushed even more and glanced away.

“.... Maybe....”

“If you don't want me to say anything, I promise to not tell anyone..... You like her don't you?” Twilight leaned towards the other curiously, with a small smile growing on her muzzle.

“'Course Ah like her, Ah like all of y'all...” Twilight rolled her eyes at the weak attempt to dismiss the question, which earned a small smile from Applejack before she sighed and slumped forward.

“.... Alright, but ya can't tell anyone about it, Ah wanted tah tell her mahself first....” At the rapid nod, the orange earth pony sighed once more before just jumping right into it with her eyes closed tight.

“Yes, Ah really like Rarity an' Ah don't know why... Ah was tryin' tah impress her with the play an' grub, but it messed up at the end with Blueblood comin' by an' tryin' to hit on her.” Twilight put her hooves to her muzzle to stifle her excited giggles that died at what exactly Prince Blueblood tried to do that day.

“Oh, oooohh, I see; well, she chose you over him right? That has to be a good sign.” Applejack perked up as she realized a good thing that happened before the recovering ending.

“Ah hadn't thought of that, though it turned out well in the end. She said that she didn't want me tah try an' be somepony Ah'm not.” The lavender mare smiled even more at the confession and put a hoof onto an orange shoulder.

“I'll be rooting for you; don't you worry, I'm sure everything will be fine.” Applejack shook her head at the optimism with a grin at the almost unusual behavior of the unicorn.

“Gosh Twi', Ah didn't realize ya knew so much about relationships.” Twilight blushed while scuffing a hoof along the ground.

“Well, I would like to think that dating Pinkie Pie helps one observe facts otherwise hidden....” The orange mare raised a curious brow at the statement while shrugging in agreement; the pink mare was a very special kind of pony after all and it was very likely that being in her presence constantly affected the lavender unicorn in unexpected ways.

Twilight couldn't stand the amused gaze and searched the library for something to change the topic, settling on the window where the fashion mare was visible.

“Oh yes, Rarity is right outside, you shouldn't keep her waiting; I'll see you guys later. Oh and I'll ask Pinkie for you about taking the girls to a new town for a visit, don't worry.” The two mares shared a smile before Twilight escorted the farm mare to the door; Rarity heard the door and swung around quickly before trying to appear nonchalant.

“Oh there you are darling; it's terrible to keep a lady waiting.” Applejack smirked with a shake of her head and joined the fashion mare with a wave to the librarian.

“Sorry Rares, Ah'll make sure to keep up with yer very proper speed an' all. Twi's gonnah ask Pinkie for us, so we just need tah find Fluttershy an' Rainbow now.” Rarity smiled, relieved at the return of the farmer's good mood, and led the way to Fluttershy's cottage to ask their other friends.

As they walked to the outskirts of town, Rarity tried to delicately pry into what was talked about in the library; a lady wouldn't pester after all.

“Darling, was there anything in particular that Twilight wanted to talk with you about?” Applejack stiffened at the almost direct question and mentally cursed herself for not realizing that the gossip-loving mare would want to hear what happened.

“Oh, well, she wanted tah know how the day to Canterlot really went.” Rarity flushed as the memory came of how strong the usually even-tempered mare was before pressing further, wanting to see why had been so flustered when it came to who had gone with her.

“Applejack, why was Twilight surprised to hear that I was the one you invited along...?” Rarity hoped it was due to embarrassment, but her imaginative mind came up with a few other possibilities.

“Oh, well, Ah wanted tah surprise ya, so Ah didn't tell anypony about it.” The unicorn relaxed as she smiled at the reasoning, and set her gaze forward once more to the great appreciation of the farmer at having gotten out of a close shave.

In moments they arrived at the little cottage, where they found the canary pegasus caring for her animals. They trotted up and gave out greetings long before getting close, in order to not surprise the usually timid mare.

“Hello darling!”

“Hey there Fluttershy!” The canary mare sat up and looked around before her gaze settled on the two mares walking up with a pleased smile.

“Oh hello, how are you guys doing?” The two mares came next to the pegasus with a smile of their own.

“We're doin' good; we was wonderin' if ya could help us with the Crusaders.”

“Oh? Are they going to have a sleepover again and you need someone to watch them?” Fluttershy put down the bowls she had and looked to her friends in curiosity.

“Well, in a way we need someone to watch them. We were wondering if you could take them to a city and make sure they were behaving; we wanted to see if they could behave while traveling but we are simply too busy with our own work to always take them out ourselves.” Rarity flipped her mane as she gazed at the animal care-taker with pleading eyes.

“Oh uhm, well, I guess I can... When did you want me to take them?” Applejack waved a reassuring hoof to stop the pegasus from trying to get the girls right away.

“Ya didn't have tah go right now, ya only have tah go when ya can. Maybe with somepony else tah help, the girls can be ah bit of ah hoofful.” The farmer rubbed the back of neck sheepishly while Fluttershy grew bashful.

“O-oh, well, I could ask Rainbow Dash if she could help...”

“That would work wonderfully! Applejack and I am going to be taking the girls for the Hearth's Warming festivities, Twilight and Pinkie are going to take the girls some other times, and now you and Rainbow will be going!” At the prim mare's words, Fluttershy smiled with a blush at the thought of going someplace with her long time friend.

“Yes, that would be fun; I'll ask Rainbow soon and we'll let you know when we can take the girls some other place.” The two mares grinned pleased at how well it was going and nodded in thanks to the pegasus.

“Thank ya kindly Fluttershy, just let us know when y'all can take 'em.”

“Indeed, thank you darling; I'll be seeing you at our weekly spa date!” Rarity waved gallantly, while Applejack dipped her head farewell before both of them headed back to town.

The orange mare escorted the unicorn to her front door and promised to come by in the morning so they could talk with their sisters.

Bright and early the next day found the orange mare in front of the purple door once again; not even a moment after knocking on the door, the gray-white unicorn appeared with a smile.

“Good morning darling! Are the girls still in their clubhouse?” Applejack smiled and swept a hoof towards the orchard gallantly.

“Yep! If you'd follow me? I'll set ya up in style in the house an' get the fillies.” Rarity smiled and nodded as she followed the farmer with a hop in her step.

The farm mare listened closely for any sounds of complaint from the prissy mare but was becoming concerned when none came; she glanced to the unicorn and found she was watching the orange mare in turn.

“Somethin' wrong sugarcube?”

“Hmm? Oh no no, it's fine; I was merely thinking of something else, don't mind me darling.” Applejack shot her a curious glance before shrugging and continuing on her way.

Rarity breathed a sigh of relief as the farmer returned to looking forward, going back to her own thoughts which were focused on the orange mare's actions the day before. In the midst of trying to find any possible hidden meaning of her previous words, the fashion mare found herself in front of the red farmhouse.

“Here we are Rarity, ya settle right in while Ah'll get the girls; Ah'll be right back.” Rarity smiled to the orange farmer who waved briefly before going to the southern fields to pick up the girls.

The unicorn went into the living room to find it empty and sat in the center to wait for the farm mare, feeling the warmth of the care and love the family that lived in the house seep through her and setting her at peace.

Meanwhile, Applejack traveled through the orchard with a smile, please to find the unicorn in a pleased mood even as she now had more to worry about concerning her secret crush.

(What can Ah do about Spike? It ain't fair to just take her without sayin' anythin' tah him.... But should Ah go an' tell him before tryin' tah go for her mahself? Ah just don't know...)

Without noticing, the orange mare found herself in the doorway of the Cutie Mark Crusader Clubhouse looking to the four dozing fillies before her; with a smirk at how much a disaster zone the room was, she went to wake the girls with a soft chuckle.

It was to Applejack's great surprise when the four girls stood rapidly and tackled her to the ground, pinning her hind-legs and fore-hooves while facing her with serious and suspicious faces.

“What in tarnation? What are y'all doin'?” The farmer raised her head slightly as she layed on her back to the fillies who paused in their efforts and looked to the orange mare in surprise at the sound of her voice.

“Oh, uh, hey Sis'... What are ya doin' here?” After giving a deadpan to the girls who were still holding her limbs, the girls leapt up and stood before the older mare who shook her head at their actions.

While the girls woke up further, Applejack gazed at the mess around them with amusement before focusing back on the fillies.

“Ah see ya had fun, hope yer ready for ah big discussion first thing in the mornin'.” The older farmer smirked at the four friends who were confused and tried to understand through their sleep haze.

“What, what do we have to talk about?” Scootaloo stared worriedly at the older mare who smiled back reassuringly at the pegasus before waving for them to follow along.

“Come on girls, we wannah talk with ya in the house.” With barely a glance towards the girls who followed closely behind with strictly blank looks so not to incriminate themselves.

In moments, they arrived at the farmhouse where they found their older sisters waiting in the middle of the living room; the group sat in silence for a moment or two before the girls couldn't hold back their questions.

“What did we do?”

“What's goin' on?”

“Why is everypony here too?”

The green with purple mane and tail unicorn filly barely held back her face-hoof and watched how the older mares also seemed amused at the reactions of the Crusaders. After sharing an amused glance, Rarity took the lead in the conversation.

“We have discussed the finer points of our agreement concerning your ungrounding.” The orange farmer nodded agreement before stating her own part after she noticed the slightly blank look on the Crusaders.

“Remember? Ya said that you'd ask us when goin' someplace; well, since ya want tah go visitin' other places so much, we figured out a way for y'all to be able to while showin' if you'll behave.” Seeing four heads tilt in question, Rarity returned to explain what the orange earth pony meant.

“What Applejack means is that we have come to an agreement for how you can visit other towns. Since you seem determined to go traveling, we will give you the chance to do so; but you will be accompanied with two older ponies to be sure you are behaving and can actually do what you're told.” The gray-white unicorn gave the Crusaders a firm gaze which earned sheepish smiles in return.

Once they were done with the brief explanation, the girls tried to get more details as to what they meant while Eripio remained silent since it was part of the Crusaders’ grounding.

“Hang on, you mean we can go traveling again?” The older mares frowned pensively at Scootaloo’s question, wondering if they were indeed still rather asleep and hadn’t heard properly the first time.

“Yes, but with proper supervision.” The girls took on shrewd expressions as they focused on the main point of the new aspect of this 'deal'.

“So we can go tah any place we want tah?” Applejack smirked at her sister's question that was pretty much the same as Scootaloo’s but answered anyways.

“Yes, but only with two older ponies with y'all an' if we have the time.” Four frowns came at this statement with Sweetie Belle asking what was now on their minds.

“Wait, so we have to wait until somepony can come with us?” The fashionista's face soured at the annoyed tone and took on a haughty one in return.

“We can't just suddenly drop everything and go with you when you want to go someplace, Sweetie Belle.” Applejack shot a stern glance to the gray-white unicorn at the tone of voice used before giving the girls a reassuring look.

“We're gonnah make sure ya get the chance tah go places, but ya got school tah worry about an' we have work tah do too.” The girls nodded as they thought about it before getting to the next point.

“So, where can we go?” Scootaloo tried to find the limits once again and the older siblings actually answered straightforwardly this time.

“We have been invited to perform the Hearth's Warming Eve play in Canterlot; and since we would all be going, this would be a good time to see if you could behave in a different town. We shall see what can be done afterwards based on how well it goes.” The four fillies glanced at one another before huddling together in a circle to discuss the 'deal'.

The older mares watched curiously as the four fillies whispered to one another while trying to allow them privacy to talk about it; the Crusaders sighed as one before nodding and breaking free of the huddle to face the older mares.

“So, do ya think we could do this? Yer'll behave an' we'll see if y'all can travel on yer own eventually.... Eventually.” Applejack repeated the time frame at the hopeful looks on the fillies' faces and the shocked face of the fashionista. At the rapid nodding, the older mares smiled and relaxed their stances before they brought the girls' 'ultimate' sleepover to an end.

“Now Sweetie Belle, while I'm sure you would rather stay and have fun with your friends, we must go back home.” The young unicorn groaned which earned a disapproving frown from the prim mare.

“Now now, we simply have to go home! You must go and make sure everything is put away properly, you have school tomorrow.” Sweetie Belle hung her head in dejection with the others following close behind, only to have the older farmer also burst their bubble.

“Yep, an' Scootaloo an' Eripio are goin' have to go on home too. Ah saw the mess y'all left in the Clubhouse, so y'all have tah do a lot of cleanin'.” The other fillies found it was their turn to groan and walk out dejected with the older mares following close behind.

The fillies were careful to not reveal their computers while cleaning up the mess left from the night before, much to the sisters' amusement of how much they apparently did. Once the task was done, Applejack escorted the others to the edge of Sweet Apple Acres; after a brief goodbye, they went on their ways while the girls promised to talk later.

Author's Notes:

I actually got both of this week's stories updated quickly! Mwahahahaha, I'll get the hang of this yet!

While it may seem odd that this story has so much interchanging with the CMC, it makes sense in a way since both Rarity and Applejack have younger sisters who are best friends and get into trouble; everyone knows you get embarrassed or annoyed when a younger sibling makes you look bad (possibly) in the eyes of the one you're trying to impress. I know I've felt something similar (though it was more to the fact that whenever I brought a friend over, my younger brother and sister would try to show off in front of them... )

Next chapter for this story is a doozy! All the stories have a different take on one event and so far the one chapter I've written for it went over 7,000 words; this next one is gonna be huge!

EDIT: I keep forgetting to put this here; thanks to Gwg and Nebulae for editing/reviewing this chapter!

Chapter 10 - A Different Kind of Scare

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End of October, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

“Aaapplejaack! We were goin' tah dress as the three best known monsters in films! We got our costumes already made an' everythin'!” The older mare looked to her pleading sister briefly before returning to the barrels of apples before her.

They were sitting inside of the barn, preparing for the Nightmare Night Festival that would take place in town a week later.

“Ya know Ah can't watch y'all on Nightmare Night; the mayor went an' asked that we help with the festivities. Maybe Granny Smith can help ya.” As Apple Bloom perked up and trotted toward the farmhouse to try her puppy eyes on the matriarch of the family, Applejack tried to pick up her pace for sorting apples to be used in the apple bobbing game.

Once the farmer had four barrels' worth of good apples, she went to check on her brother who was making sure the pumpkins were coming along properly; since it was a large order, Sweet Apple Acres paired up with other local vegetable farmers to get the amount needed, making it a smaller chore to check on them than apples.

“Howdy Big Mac, how's it comin' along? They growin' big enough?” The red earth pony smiled briefly and puffed out his chest.

“Eeyup.” The mare smiled back as she nodded as well.

“Good. Ah gottah head intah town, Ah'll be back later.” The farm mare tried not to be too enthusiastic about going into the dress shop to check on the costumes on order after having checked with her brother and turned to head into town.

While the stallion was planning on a simple costume of a cape and top hat, the orange mare had requested the local seamstress' help with a scarecrow outfit; something that required she go in for a fitting to be sure of the measurements.

Applejack was pleased to have another reason to visit the fashionista but was nervous about being measured since she wasn't petite nor was she lacking in muscles; being an earth pony meant she would never be petite and working as one of two able bodied ponies on a large orchard meant she would never lose her stronger than an average stallion's muscle. The farm mare wasn't sure what kind of physical type the unicorn preferred but knew she would praise stallions for their strength to get her way.

(Maybe getting' ah full body costume is ah bad idea...)

The orange mare made her way through town, noting with approval the various decorations that were being set up for Nightmare Night. She paused only for a moment before entering the dress shop, the tinkle of the bell alerting the owner of the latest guest.

“I'll be right there!” Applejack smirked as she could barely see into the back room where designs and half-finished work scattered about.

“Take yer time, it's ok.” Rarity glanced towards the front lobby with a pleased smile at the voice she recognized and subconsciously sped up her work; after settling on what projects could be done when she stepped into the lobby with a grin.

“Darling, I wasn't expecting you until later; did you finish your work early?” Applejack couldn't hold back a smile of her own at the sight of the fashionista with the design ideas for her costume in grip of light blue magic.

“Ah did, just had tah check the apples we're gonnah use. So we just need tah get a new measure then Ah come back in a few days tah make sure it fits?” The gray-white unicorn flashed the other a smile at the understanding and pleasant tone, a relief from the short and tense tones of those unwilling to wait for their orders placed at the last moment.

Rarity cast her mind to find another reason aside from costume designs for the farmer to visit longer and found herself looking at the cup of tea that was left by her workspace, empty of it's content.

“Would you like some afternoon tea before we discuss the designs?” Applejack smiled softly and nodded before following the unicorn to the kitchen as she levitated the designs to a counter where they would be out of the way.

The two sat at the round table in a pleasant silence, something that was broken by the fashion mare who wanted to know more about the farm mare across from her.

“Darling, how is the harvest going?” Rarity was flattered to note that Applejack seemed to have been in a daze as she gazed back, returning from her musings with a quick blink.

“Hmm? Oh, well we've got ah lot of the buckin' done, just another two orchards left or so. Then comes makin' cider an' preparin' all the apples for the winter...” The gray-white unicorn stared at the other mare who was nonchalant about what was left to do, listing the chores rapidly as it had had always been the same every year.

The unicorn knew that farming was hard but it sounded as though it was constant work.

(Oh my, and it is! Why, I was positively exhausted those few times I helped and they were daily chores, not ones that changed with the seasons! And Applejack is an important part of our town! It wouldn't be prudent if she were to fall ill like before or if something worse happened...)

“GASP!” The orange orange mare sat up further from yet another daze that she went into as she realized Rarity became lost in her own world, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“What? What is it?!” The prim mare held a hoof to her muzzle at the sharp pain she received when thinking of a Ponyville without Applejack in it; realizing her sudden movement and gasp set the other on edge, Rarity waved a shaky hoof before turning to fetch the cups of tea by hoof instead of using magic.

“O-Oh, it's nothing to fret about dear, I just -remembered the tea...! It sounds as though you're always busy, do you ever get a chance to have fun?” The fashionista tried to assure herself that the farmer was taking care of her health as she set the two cups of tea onto the table, wearing a shaky smile to seem like nothing was wrong.

(Now, why would she be askin' that? Don't get yer hopes up Applejack, she's probably bein' sociable...)

“Of course we have time tah have fun, we just gottah make sure we get our work done first. Like Nightmare Night, we're going tah be helpin' with the festivities but then, towards the end, we get to have fun too... Would, would ya like tah spend some of yer evenin' with me after I finished helpin'?” Rarity paused in midst of sipping her tea and gazed curiously at the slightly blushing mare.

“I'm afraid that my schedule is simply too busy to allow me to go about on such an... interesting... holiday.” The orange earth pony raised a brow at the phrasing and tried to dismiss her disappointment at the loss of more time with the unicorn.

“Alright... Ah guess if yer real busy, we best get tah work on my costume... It won't be too much trouble would it?” Rarity became flustered at the shortening of time spent together and frowned briefly at the feeling of already missing the orange mare; she didn't like the holiday in particular due to the massive orders of costumes she got every year, but wanted to spend time with her friend.

“Ah, but, we do have some time to perhaps finish our tea...!” Applejack shook her head as she gulped down the remainder of her cup and stood.

“Nah, it's alright; I understand needin' tah get to work. We better get on with it...” The gray-white mare sighed softly before rising as well and leading the way to her work room.

“If you insist darling, we'll just get those measurements and I'll have it done in no time.”

“About that... Do ya think we could just, go without the pants?” Rarity paused and looked in shock at the other who also stopped in her tracks.

“What?! But that ties together the entire design and completes the ensemble! You simply mustn't-”

“Now, Ah just don't think Ah should restrict mah movements with some fancy-smancy pants, that's all.” Rarity fell silent as she stared incredulously at the other mare who had seemingly gone from being pleasant of the possible designs to stern and stubborn (admittedly traits of the whole Apple family but it had been going so well earlier).

“Fine. Let us look over the designs and we can be on our way.” The unicorn started to walk once more with a huff while Applejack flicked back her ears at such a dramatic turn from the pleasantness of just moments ago; not wanting to make more of a fuss, the earth pony followed in silence to the next room.

The conversation about the designs were brief, while no comments were made on the lower half. Once Rarity ascertained through short questions and answers that nothing else was wrong with the costume, she levitated a measuring tape over along with a pad of paper and pencil to write her findings down. Applejack fidgeted in place briefly before being glared into standing still and mentally debated if she should try and do anything to change her physical shape; after realizing it would be lying to do so, she sighed softly and stiffened her gaze onto the far wall.

(Hmph! Honestly Applejack, you liked the designs not even two days ago when I first presented the ideas.... Why the sudden change...? What's this?) Rarity paused in her measuring at the almost drastic change from the numbers used for the Grand Galloping Gala dress. (It's certainly not fat... In fact, there isn't an ounce of fat on her... It’s certainly a strong form...)

“Darling?” Applejack blinked out of her fixed indifference and tilted her head towards the designer.

“Hmm?”

“... Have you been working out?” The farm mare gritted her teeth at how quickly her worries of changing physique were proven valid.

“No, not really; Ah've been just, workin' on the farm... Maybe ah little more than usual, but Ah haven't had time tah go tah the gym to workout.” Applejack tried in vain to control the blush spreading across her muzzle, something that was not lost to the unicorn who's mind started to wonder as she pondered the reason behind it.

“Oh, I, I see... You've just, hem, grown in strength since the Gala. I will need to update your measurements I have on file.” Rarity watched intrigued as the orange mare barely moved her head as she nodded in understanding, her blush covering her ears and the top of her neck at this time.

(Ah said ya didn't need tah do the pants, why are ya measuring my hind-legs anyways?!)

“Rarity, why are ya measuring mah, mah legs? I thought we weren't gonnah do the pants...” Rarity tittered as she levitated the yellow measuring tape to get the most accurate numbers.

“Darling, since you've added more muscle mass since the last session, I have to be sure of what has to be changed if I am to make any other ensembles for you...” Applejack bit her lip as she tried to get back to her previous indifference to fight the growing blush and intense squeezing of her heart at knowing that the unicorn will know exactly what her contours were like.

Rarity tried to be quick, realizing that her friend was extremely embarrassed and not sure why; it was the farmer who had seemed unconcerned before of their state of dress, and measuring wasn't that much different than walking around with no clothes on.

Once the task was done, the unicorn turned to the desk and pulled over the needed files to update them; since Rarity wasn't watching, Applejack slumped in place, trying to calm herself from having been in such close scrutiny of the mare of her dreams and the worry that her physique was lacking in any way to the prim unicorn. When Rarity turned back to the farmer, she missed the sudden re-composure and straightening of the orange mare who tried to appear indifferent once again.

“Well darling, I should have this finished in just in time for Nightmare Night. You can come by later to pick up the costume.” The orange farmer could see that the fashionista was already thinking of her next design work and nodded mutely before heading out.

“Sure thing sugarcube, Ah'll see ya later.” Rarity nodded and waved a distracted hoof in farewell, pencils and paper floating around her as she started to work on all the costume orders she had to finish before the festivities.

Using her magic to manipulate the various objects and tools of her trade was almost automatic, allowing Rarity's mind to wonder at what was going through the blonde's head.

(Honestly, why was she so upset that I was trying to be sure of how well the design would fit? Though she is more fit...and strong...and graceful in a manner of speaking and... I-I better not become too distracted myself, these orders won't wait for anypony.) Rarity shook her head to rid herself of sudden images of Applejack in various moments of grace and strength, trying to focus on her work instead.

(Really though, when she first asked me for a costume for Nightmare Night, she was quite clear in that she wanted to be a scarecrow; not some half finished work... I'll show her just what the true design will look like and she'll accept that she was wrong before and be grateful, indeed.) With a determined frown, the fashionista returned to her work with a fever, wanting to get as much done before the deadline as possible.

Applejack tried to keep her thoughts from focusing too much on her secret crush, though her subconscious made plans and ideas to get the fashion unicorn to have fun on Nightmare Night. She used work as a means to keep her thoughts from getting too far, making it so she was able to sleep well the night before the big day, devoid of any dreams about the gray-white beauty.

The orange mare hadn't heard from the fashionista in the days before, and since she didn't want to disturb the mare, hadn't tried to find out what the progress was on her costume until the day it was needed. As Applejack stepped inside the boutique, it was to her great unease to find Rarity still in a state of extreme busyness, rushing about the store with rolls of cloth floating behind her.

The dress maker noticed the latest visitor and barely paused a moment to wave a hoof to a nearby stand in the front lobby.

“Ah, Applejack, darling, your ensemble is finite. If you would please check to be sure everything is in order?” The farm mare raised a surprised brow at the almost dismissive tone and glanced to where she was directed, finding the shirt and hood requested along with blue pants that was certainly NOT requested.

“Rarity, what's this? Ah said Ah didn't need pants...” The unicorn paused her in mad dash around the store to look over with a blank gaze while the earth pony merely looked at the outfit.

“But it helps bring the whole piece together!”

“Yeah, but it ain't gonnah help me none when Ah gottah move around tonight.” Rarity's gaze slowly lost it's blankness as she grew frustrated with the farmer's stubbornness.

“Darling, you have worn a dress that was more restricting of your movement not even six months ago, pants won't change a thing.” Applejack frowned worriedly, knowing that she was still embarrassed by having been measured for the pants and the heightened sense of being near the gray-white mare did not help her composure.

“Yer real busy an' Ah didn't want ya tah have to work even more on my costume when ya got more orders than you can take care of; ya didn't have to do this.” The unicorn stomped a hoof lightly as all pretense of indifference was gone, stepping closer to the other mare as she glared.

“It was no trouble at all and I want you to have the best costume I can make!” The orange mare opened her mouth to make a retort when she started to become lost in the fiery gaze of blue eyes, something that wasn't often seen; just as she was about to say something that probably ruin her attempts at subtly or even hiding what she felt for the unicorn, a loud crack of thunder rang through the room as lightning flashed just outside the window.

Realizing how close they were to one another and how close she was to saying something that is harder to forget or ignore, Applejack leaped backwards, knocking into the stacks of cloth and materials the seamstress had set aside causing them to tumble to the ground and almost completely bury the earth pony.

At the sudden sound as well as movement from the mare she was rather close to, Rarity also jumped back in fright; though she was mindful of her surroundings and delicate stacks nearby, bumping into only a few of them before settling down and glancing towards the window to find the source of the thunder.

As the unicorn shook her head confusedly at the lack of storm clouds that would have produced such noises and made sure that there was nothing out of place before gazing towards the other pony, whom she was surprised to find slightly buried under multiple rolls of fabric.

“Applejack, darling, are you alright!?!” A light blue hue surrounded the various materials as they were levitated up and back into place, showing the orange mare who sat up groggily with a hoof to her temple.

“Hoo doggy, wha-what happened?” Rarity rushed to the orange farmer's side and helped her up while Applejack shook her head to clear it before focusing how close the two of them were and leaned back slightly.

“That's what I would like to know darling, why did you jump back like that? You're usually much more composed...” The orange mare frowned as she thought about how she's been acting and shook her head one last time as she stood, smiling briefly at the other mare.

“Ah suppose Ah usually am; sorry sugarcube, guess Ah've been ah touch nervous lately... Thanks fer the outfit, Ah'll get out of yer mane.” Rarity watched curiously as the earth pony shrugged on the shirt and adjusted the hood with slight difficulty, hooves not being as agile as magic, becoming slightly annoyed at the ignoring of the last article before taking pity on the attempt of dressing.

After pausing at the blue glow that fixed the hat, Applejack dipped her head in farewell before heading out for the night. Rarity watched only for a moment longer before turning back to her work, determined to not worry about what and why Applejack was acting like she was.

Applejack spent the evening trying to make sure everyone had as much fun as possible, refreshing and refilling the various stands that she was in charge of. She especially had to check on the apple bobbing station, since the bucket was tall enough that the foals who ran amok on this particular night risked falling into it and potentially drowning if they were weak or weighted down enough.

What was truly interesting to see was Pinkie Pie dressed as a giant chicken and running around with a train of foals behind her, all clamoring for candy. The hyper mare was known to do this, especially on a night where ponies gave out candy willingly, so this caused no alarm to anyone she passed. Shortly after the giant poultry went on her merry way, Applejack noticed from the corner of her eye that Twilight and Spike were walking up in their own costumes and turned to face them.

“Happy Nightmare Night, Applejack.”

“Howdy Spike, hey Twilight! Nice costume.”

“Thanks, I'm a dragon!”

“She means me Spike.” Twilight shot her assistant an annoyed glance before looking at the farmer with an unsure grin.

“With that beard, Ah recon' yer some kind of country music singer.” The lavender mare's face fell at these words, something Applejack didn't notice as she tried to get the usually reclusive mare to enjoy more activities with others.

“While y'all are here, would you feel like bobbing fer an apple?” The orange earth pony waved the apple bobbing station before noticing that Derpy Hooves made a wild dive into the barrel and latched onto an object that remained stubbornly in place, making her fall in in order to yank on what she caught only to find it was the chain to empty the tub.

The three friends watched as Derpy frowned guiltily at having wrecked the game while the water drained away before Twilight's attention was grabbed by the mayor in a clown costume, calling for all the kids to make the trip to the Nightmare Moon statue to drop off their candies to appease the evil spirit.

While the farmer was usually rather level headed, she was rather superstitions; working on the farm and with ponies that had abilities she didn't fully understand meant that the little oddities earth ponies thought of usually were to be followed to the letter, least the harvest and any other things went badly for them. Knowing that the kids went to appease the evil spirit put Applejack at ease; even if they had actually fought Nightmare Moon, evil spirits were another thing entirely.

Having spent several years with Pinkie leading the charge for candy meant that she wasn't too shocked at the rushing of the kids and large poultry half an hour later. What was a shock was the sight of a dark chariot flying through the skies towards town square, seemingly chasing after the group. Applejack's stations were placed a block or two from the stage and dancing area, where she heard screams of terror before they fell silent while thunder and lightning rang over head briefly.

The orange mare frowned worriedly but couldn't leave her position, only able to ask what happened from ponies who stopped by the next hour as they kept a fearful eye out for what they claimed was Nightmare Moon.

Just as the orange farmer gave in to her curiosity and locate the source of trouble, she came across a pegasus dressed in a dark flight suite with thunderbolts that connected the hood with the body of the suite who was in the midst of laughing hysterically. Granny Smith, who had been watching the kids along with Pinkie Pie, shook her head at the display before turning to head back home.

“Have ah nice night Granny...” The older farmer glanced at the younger with a frown before smiling.

“Ya'll are too gosh darn hyper fer my ol' bones, an' it's past mah bedtime! Be good now, ya hear?” The orange mare shook her head at the assumption that she needed reminding of how to behave before agreeing anyways.

“Yes Granny,” Applejack smiled at the older mare before trotting up to the pegasus on the street.

“Rainbow, what are ya doin' in the middle of the street?” Rainbow Dash could barely stand as she looked to the scarecrow farmer with a grin.

“Ha ha, oh er, heh heh, nothing. I've got some pranking to do, gotta go.” At the word 'pranking', Applejack became suspicious and stopped the prankster who was about to fly off by stepping on her tail, preventing her from getting away.

“Whoa nelly.... What pranks?” The orange mare's eyes shrank to slits as she glared at the pegasus, her unease growing at the tenseness of the mare before her.

“Oh, er, just some pranks.” While Dash tried to appear nonchalant, Applejack had started to look around the area, wondering what the brash mare was using to prank others and found a dark gray storm cloud nearby.

“Rainboooww...” As Applejack growled her annoyance, she had slackened her grip subconsciously on the prismatic tail giving Rainbow Dash a chance to pull away into the sky.

“What's wrong, scared of a little thunder you scarecrow?” Rainbow smirked at the blushing earth pony and flew off before Applejack could collect herself and retort or retaliate.

“That Rainbow, Ah'll have tah get her good next time...” The scarecrow turned and went back to the market, having forgotten about her search of truth in lieu of finding the pony responsible for giving her a fright earlier in the night, grumbling all the while.

Just as the orange farmer was a few steps away from her station, Pinkie and her battalion of foals ran past, shouting about the terrors Nightmare Moon was getting up to. Applejack watched in stunned silence before noticing that Pipsqueek (a new colt in town, or so she gathered from the hundred word a minute speech the giant poultry gave earlier in the evening) was hanging over the lip of the wooden barrel, dangerously about to tip in.

“Whoah, careful there partner!” Applejack set the young colt down with a smile, something that was returned briefly before he started to run off for another part of the game area.

(He really oughttah be careful when bobbin' for apples; Pinkie should keep a close eye on him... Where is that mare anyways? She ran by not too long ago, sproutin' that hooey about Nightmare Moon. How in the hay is Nightmare Moon even back? Did Luna have some kind of problem? Was it the evil spirit of Nightmare Moon...?) The orange mare shook her head and turned to check on the various games only to come face to face with the Alicorn Princess herself.

“Gaaahh!”

(It IS Nightmare Moon! She's too close, Ah can't do anythin'!) The usually strong-willed mare crouched lower as she tried to quickly come up with a plan of action, trying to fight her body's reaction of fear of spirits that she wouldn't have the ability to fight normally.

“Applejack, the Princess is looking for a little advice on how to fit in around here...” The librarian’s voice cut through the earth pony's plans as she crouched lower to be heard.

“Fit in, really?” Twilight deadpanned the farmer who chuckled nervously before standing and facing the Princess of the Night.

“Ah mean, that's easy; all ya gottah do is have the right attitude.” The scarecrow could see that the lunar princess didn't believe her and stepped closer to emphasize her point.

“Loosen up a bit, be positive, play ah few games an' have some fun.” At each description of how to have the right attitude, the dark-coated Princess grew more confused before gaining the chance to ask for clarification.

“Fun? What is this fun, thou speakest of?” Applejack couldn't believe her ears, nopony didn't know about fun. She waved a hoof to the nearest game, a spider tossing one which was being run by Cherry Berry who was dressed as a giant bee for the night.

The orange mare then spent the next ten minutes along with Twilight to try and get the navy-blue Princess to lighten up and enjoying herself, which worked rather well. The other townsfolk were nervous at first, but slowly warmed up as they saw how hard the Princess was trying to fit in.

Things were going so well that Applejack couldn't hold back her feeling of foreboding, and when the Princess rushed off to save Pipsqueek from falling into the barrel of water and apples, the ominous feeling doubled, leaving her to frown after the quick thinking and moving Princess.

“Hey gals, anypony seen Pip? We lost him the last time we had to run- Backa! Ahh, Nightmare Moon is gobbling Pipsqueek, everypony run!” The farmer could only watch stunned as everything escalated quickly into ruin, from Princess Luna becoming frustrated at the worried and frightened tones of the others to magicking the toy spiders in an effort to 'gain more points' to the crowd panicking and running in fear.

By the time the lunar princess got everyone to calm down, the decorations were in ruins and Luna became so frustrated by the holiday that she decreed it to be banned. As the dust settled and ponies realized there wasn't any danger, the farm mare looked to the librarian in disappointment.

“Shoot, we had everythin' goin' our way; Luna was happy, everypony in town was happy, now look at them...” Twilight frowned thoughtful before deciding on her next course of action.

“It's not over yet!” Applejack was curious about the exclamation, wondering what else could be done in such a situation.

“What are ya goin' do?”

“I'm going to do what I do best: lecture her!” Applejack rolled her eyes as she shook her head in amusement, silently agreeing that it was one of the lavender unicorn's best talents. The farmer watched the other run off to find the Princess of the Night before taking in the scene before her with a frown.

As she began to try and clean up the area she was supposed to be watching, the orange farmer noticed the trio of Crusaders were muttering among themselves on the edge of the street. The older mare quietly made her way over, curious as to what was going on now.

“I don't know, Rarity was acting really odd...” Sweetie Belle frowned thoughtfully while the young pegasus waved a dismissive hoof.

“Yeah, but she didn't say you had to go back yet right? Then we're fine still...” The two friends looked to the third who slumped in place as she added her own two bits into the conversation.

“Even if Nightmare Night is cancelled now...” At these dejected words, the older sibling stepped into view with a small grin, surprising the trio momentarily.

“Ain't nothin' tah worry about, night's not over yet; we've got the best mares for the job on the case! But what's this about Rarity?” The trio shared unsure glances before turning to the older farmer once more.

“She's been cooped up in her workroom and has been muttering to herself about, uhm, pants...” The young unicorn scuffed a hoof along the ground, her sister's odd behavior baffling her even more than usual. Applejack sighed as she held a hoof to the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes at what the cause of the drama was this time.

“Alright girls, run along an' Ah'll go check on Rarity. Ah don't want tah hear any complainin' when it comes time fer y'all to head on home though.”

“Yes!”

“Yeah!”

“Sure thin' Sis'!”

Applejack watched a moment longer as the trio ran off towards the stage where a group was starting to form, listening to Zecora talk about going back to the forest to appease the spirit of Nightmare Moon. With a smile at their antics, the scarecrow went further into town towards the local dress shop and source of her recent troubles.

(Why do Ah gottah like the most prissy and dramatic mare in town? Nothing's simple when Ah gottah talk with her and she can make ah mountain range out of ah pile o' dirt... Better get ready, Ah bet she's gonnah make ah big ol' fussy when Ah get in...)

The orange farm mare stepped through the door, the light bell sound going unnoticed as the seamstress muttered angrily to herself, drawing a soft sigh from the new visitor.

“...I work my hooves to the bone but does she care? Nooo, mustn't have wear the outfit as planned, Celestia forbid she dress properly even for a ridiculous holiday like today... “ The annoyed words continued, drawing an eye roll from the farmer before she cleared her throat to announce her presence.

“Hehm-hem...? Rarity, ya back there?” Gray-white ears twitched at the southern voice while the unicorn stiffened in the middle of the workroom. Applejack trotted softly into the room as she looked over the many half-finished works and the various sewing tools held in a light blue sparkling hue before settling two paces away from the other mare while Rarity continued to work.

“Is, uh, is everythin' alright sugarcube?” The fashionista felt her heart pinch at the uncertain tones, causing her to furrow her brows briefly before staring blandly at the earth pony.

“Why wouldn't it be?” The orange mare tilted her head and was about to point out obvious facts when the unicorn cut her off, her face slowly clouding over in anger.

“After all, it's not as though one of my good friends decided that the plans for a costume -something she requested mind you!- made together was no longer good enough for the planned activities, leaving the undesired garment behind like so much trash when it's maker tried -in vain obviously!- to make the absolute supreme costume on this drivel of a holiday! Good gracious, completely and obviously not so!” Applejack deadpanned the other mare who stared back with light pants of frustration.

(…. An' this is the mare Ah can't help but like...?) Before the simple-loving mare could make any move or comment, Rarity levitated her couch over and fell backwards onto it with a hoof against her temple.

“Oooh! I know the truth, don't deny it! You always thought that my designs are ridiculous and never had any intention of taking advantage of something I poured all my efforts into, much like I do with everything I make! Something you wouldn't know or care about when it comes to make others present their best hoof forward! Oooohhhho-ho-hoh woe is me-he-he-heee.....” An orange hoof rubbed at a similar colored forehead, it's owner already getting a headache just from the teaspoon worth of drama the gray-white unicorn was currently spewing, knowing that much more could (and would) be on its way unless she head it off early.

“Rarity, ya know it ain't like that...” The farm mare trotted closer to where the unicorn lay on her back, hoof over her eyes in a dramatic fashion.

“Ah just don't like wearin' somethin' on mah back legs, it would just get in the way of anythin' Ah do on an' off the farm. How easy do ya think it is tah buck somepony who was rude to ya an' yer friends while wearing tight, form fittin' pants?” The fashion mare's cries lessened to sniffles at the reminder of how Applejack stood up to the 'royalty' on their last trip to Canterlot, with the drama-queen glancing towards the other mare who stared back blandly.

The orange earth pony was glad she did have a proper excuse for why she has never liked pants, knowing that she now had the biggest 'tell' when it came to hiding anything. It didn't help that the biggest reason was just how much detail and attention went into making pants and what it helped to cover; knowing that the fashion mare was paying so close attention to that area made the earth pony blush just thinking about it.

“Ah said Ah didn't want the pants an' tried to prevent ya from making 'em so it wouldn't have caused so much trouble... Are ya really that busy that ya can't come out and enjoy some relaxin' yerself? Ah night off sounds like just the thin' ya need right now...” With a few last sniffs, the unicorn sat up and tried to straighten her mane which had lost some of its luscious curves at the dramatic flaring.

“I suppose it would be hard for one to, erhm, 'buck', a pony with tight fitting clothing, but I could have loosened it so it wouldn't get in the way! As a matter of fact, I had already used this in your ensemble, but you never even tried it on!” With a huff and crossing of hooves, Rarity turned her muzzle away with eyes closed in annoyance; since she wasn't watching, the unicorn didn't notice the earth pony's frantic glances as she tried to think of more reasons for not wanting to wear the pants while grimacing at how the unicorn seemed determined to focus on the pants and not potentially taking the night off.

“Rarity, Ah've grown in strength, ya said so yerself; what do ya suppose Ah use the most when doin' work on the farm? Mah back legs; meanin' that they would have gotten ah lot bigger an' use tah bein' without some fabric restrictin' them...” The gray-white mare slowly turned back towards the other, finding the farmer with a slight blush on her muzzle at how the topic seemed to remain on the costume and her hindquarters in particular.

“Look, Ah'm real sorry that ya thought Ah didn't like yer designs; Ah do like 'em. It's just, ya know me, Ah like simpler things... You seem busy, so Ah'll just head on back... See ya around Rarity.” Applejack gave up trying to reason with the drama-queen, not wanting to become too upset at the implied reasoning. Rarity watched slightly surprised at the suddenly crestfallen mare trotting out of the boutique with the blush still firmly in place on her orange muzzle.

Once the door closed behind the farmer, Rarity huffed once more in annoyance, not having gotten a chance to respond to the quiet and almost dejected tones of the other.

(Really, was it too hard to wait for me to say something? What was taking me so long to answer anyways...? Perhaps-? But no, I simply must get back to work, all that noise from town square does not help one focus on important client orders.... Though I may be able to stop by for a short while... Just to see how well my work came out, of course!)

Applejack had just returned to her place by the games, intending to repair what she could only to find that everything was already back in place along with a few rainbow colored mummies who seemed to be unable to get out of their bonds. She took a quick look about her, noticing that there seemed to be more decorations than before but shrugged and went to check on her apples, finding them in proper condition. Before she could ask anypony else what had happened, a giant white chicken ran up to her with a gleeful shout.

“Hey AJ! I hope you have lots of yummy apples left! Everyone is going to be coming back soon!” The farmer raised an inquisitive brow before adjusting her hat and pointed behind her to a bucket full of Sweet Apple Acres' best, having just finished checking them for dirt and bruises.

“Shoot, Ah got plenty of apples.” Applejack watched curiously as Pinkie suddenly gasped and stood on her hind legs, gazing at the surrounding area with a hoof shading her eyes.

“Wait a second! Where's Rarity?! She made lots of awesome costumes, shouldn't she be out here having fun too!?” Applejack's face fell at the mention of the fashionista before becoming embarrassed again, remembering how she seemed unable to prevent the topic from being about pants and why she wouldn't wear them as well as being unable to get the gray-white mare out of her shop.

“Oh, uh, she said that she was busy with work an' couldn't make it.” Pinkie tapped her chin at the explanation before smiling once more.

“Oh, ok. We'll just have lots of fun and then bring her candy later!” The orange mare chuckled at the suggestion but nodded all the same before going to make sure the stations she was watching were well stocked, trying to get her mind to think about anything else aside from prissy mares who loved to cause a fuss over anything.

It was to Applejack's great surprise when the kids returned from their trip to the forest in high spirits, with Princess Luna, Twilight, Rainbow Dash and Zecora following behind them with smiles of their own. The children were able to play various games for a short while longer, but it was soon time for them to head on home and enjoy the candy they had remaining. The older sibling made sure that Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle knew to head home for the night, Scootaloo having disappeared as the orange mare walked up.

Once she knew that there were no children to watch for, Applejack felt it would be fine for her to leave the station and watch the band perform on stage for a short while. What wasn't expected was the presence of a unicorn that wore no costume and was in a huff about it.

“Had I the proper time, I would have an ensemble of properly grandiose magnitude....” The orange farmer tried to hide how her heart jumped in joy before smiling shyly to the unicorn.

“He-hey Rarity, Ah thought ya were busy?” Rarity blushed briefly as she glanced to the opposing side before answering.

“I managed to set aside some time to be sure of how convenient and functional my designs are in the field.” Applejack couldn't hold back her grin and nudged the other mare with her shoulder.

“... I'm glad yer here. Did ya want tah try one of the Apple family specialty Nightmare Night treat: apple fritters?” Rarity smiled in return and stood, causing the farmer to stand as well.

“That sounds lovely darling.” The orange mare could barely hold back her large smile as she led the way to where a small pile of food rested on a table. The two friends enjoyed the rest of the night together as they browsed the vendors set up for the festival, taking part in some of the games and trying out some of the sweeter treats made for the night of frights.

They were able to stay up to watch the last performance of the night, a tune that fit the events of the night perfectly and paid homage to the visiting royalty. When it came time for the two friends to turn in for the night, the farm mare escorted the fashionista home, pleased with how it turned out.

(Ah guess that's the reason why Ah like her so much... She can surprise just about anypony when she decides tah not be so dramatic...)

Chapter 11 - Strong Traditions

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End of November, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

“Father, you must be joking.” Rarity barely refrained from deadpanning the gray-white stallion as the whole family was sitting in the living room of the two storied house.

“Nosiree, I won us a trip to Las Pegasus for the holiday! Biggest fish in town, he was kind enough to let me take a picture with him.” Sweetie Belle sat with her mother on the couch, watching the two unicorns discuss the family plans for Harvest Feast.

“I don't see how a holiday that celebrates family and friends has anything to do with a trip that would take several days to do.” Rarity humphed with her nose in the air while her father chuckled at the response.

“Sugar pie, a family road trip is just right for bonding.” Rarity had snapped her head towards Pearl at the word 'sugar' and was mildly surprised at both her reaction and sudden image of a certain orange farmer, causing her to be slower to respond to her mother's words.

As she was recovering enough to retort, there came a few solid knocks on the front door; a return of the previous image invaded the fashionista's mind and it was with a hopeful spring in her step that Rarity went to answer the door with a cheery “I'll be right there!”.

The gray-white unicorn waited until she was close to the door before opening it with her magic, revealing the farm mare she had somehow known it was.

“Howdy sugarcube; Ah was hopin' tah talk with ya.” Applejack held her stetson in one hoof as she posed her question, smiling softly which was returned eagerly as Rarity beamed at her presence (along with an almost-unnoticed jump of her heart at the well used phrase of the country mare).

“Of course darling, please do come in.” As the prim unicorn led the way to the living room, Applejack followed close behind as the door was magicked closed once more while putting her hat firmly back in place.

When they turned into the living room, Applejack was slightly surprised to find the whole household there.

“Oh, Ah'm sorry tah bother y'all... Is it ah bad time tah stop by?” Before anypony else could say a word, Rarity stepped forward with a reassuring smile.

“Not at all Applejack, please, what did you want to ask?” Pearly and Magnum shared an amused glance at the lengths Rarity was willing to go in order to not go on a road trip with them, something that went unnoticed as the two mares hadn't looked away from the other after Rarity started to speak.

“Well, Ah was wonderin' if y'all wanted to come have Harvest Feast at Sweet Apple Acres. Ah was gonnah invite the girls tah come, and lil' sisters are welcomed too.” This last part was said with a smile to Sweetie Belle who lit up in excitement.

The two friends watched as the youngest unicorn turned to her parents and started ask permission to go the best way a younger sister did, by begging.

“Oh please oh please can I stay here and go to Sweet Apple Acres for Harvest Feast? Please please please?!” The older couple chuckled before looking towards their oldest daughter.

“Only if your sister stays as well and doesn't mind.” Applejack's eyes widened slightly at the wording and realized with tipped back ears that they may very well had plans in place already.

(Way tah go Applejack, ya never seem tah get it right when it comes tah impressin' Rarity...)

“Shucks, Ah didn't realize y'all were goin' someplace for the holiday... Ah wouldn't want tah interrupt yer plans...” Rarity's eyes widened at how true yet very wrong the farmer was and waved an almost frantic hoof before settling on using it to comb through her mane.

“No no, nothing has been finalized and I simply couldn't leave town for an extended vacation. I would quite enjoy spending the holidays with our friends...” Blue eyes traveled downward and found pleading green ones, making Rarity sigh in resignation.

“I suppose Sweetie Belle could stay with me if you would want to use the trip...” The older unicorns smiled and mussed Sweetie Belle's mane.

“We wouldn't want to take away this chance to spend time with your sister.” Pearl glanced towards her husband who smiled back.

“We'll just go by ourselves and cuddle as much as we want.” Magnum stated with a grin before sitting next to his wife and sharing a nuzzle with her, much to their daughters' embarrassment.

While Sweetie Belle skedaddled upstairs to avoid the display, Rarity began to usher out the amused Applejack with a light blush on her face.

“Come along darling, I-I'll walk you out.” Applejack chuckled at the flustered unicorn as they both stepped out into the warm fall afternoon air.

“Here Ah thought ya'd like that romantic stuff.” As Applejack smiled towards the unicorn, Rarity huffed briefly as she led the way to the boutique.

“Yes, but it's simply not the same when it comes to one's parents.” The orange mare couldn't hold back a few more chuckles before she nudged the unicorn with a smirk.

“Alright, Ah gottah get back tah work. Ah'll see ya on Harvest Feast if not sometime before.” Rarity frowned at the thought of not seeing the blonde during the two weeks leading to the holiday and tried to airily invite her to stop by whenever.

“Oh tish tosh, darling, you should know that you can stop by whenever you wish. We don't have to wait to have a nice little chat or tea.” The earth pony smiled brightly at the offer and tipped her head as they stood outside the dress shop.

“Sure thin' Rare, Ah'll see if Ah can visit soon then.” The gray-white designer blushed lightly at the nickname that she found herself growing fond of and watched the strong mare trot back to the apple farm; realizing that she was staring at certain aspects of the farmer intently, Rarity gave herself a shake before heading inside to finish more of her work.

The fashionista still had many orders to complete but that didn't stop her from taking a break anytime the farm mare stopped by for a small chat or a quick cup of tea. Since harvest time was slowly drawing to a close, Applejack worked well into the evening and the apple stand often was opened for a short time in the afternoon when the sun was at it's peak; meaning that Rarity didn't get a chance to speak with the mare for long as she had hoped when Applejack first stopped by to invite them to the large supper they were planning.

As the day of the dinner party grew near, Rarity threw herself into her work as both a means to get as much finished as early as possible and as a way to drive thoughts of the orange earth pony from her mind; watching and not helping the farmer as she tried to desperately finish the harvest before the first frost came was weighing on the fashion mare's mind and she couldn't think of why. She even didn't notice the mess that Sweetie Belle made as she brought her suitcases for the week long stay, something that did not go unnoticed by the young unicorn.

Whenever Sweetie Belle tried to address the topic however, she was brushed off and sent to play with the other crusaders; something the young filly didn't mind since she didn't get much time to do so before, after having gotten lots of trouble in the past with them. Rarity already had a nagging voice that tried to examine every aspect of Applejack's current behavior, she didn't want to deal with another who was even harder to explain and account to.

Even as the gray-white unicorn tried to remain impassive about meeting with the farming family and her friends for the holiday, she found herself in a tight bundle of anxiety about making a good impression as well as helping to make things easier for the hard working family. With this thought firmly in mind, the alabaster unicorn prepared herself the night before, having worked out the best way to help Applejack the next day.

As the Harvest Feast dawned bright and sunny, Sweetie Belle found herself being led to the apple farm several hours earlier than necessary.

“Rarity, why are we going to Sweet Apple Acres at 2pm when we're just going for dinner? Wouldn't it be at 4pm or later?” The young unicorn gazed up to her sister in curiosity, having found her behavior the last few days disconcerting.

“Oh ho ho Sweetie Belle, Applejack and her family has been working so hard lately, it would be rude to merely go for the dinner; we will be offering our help as well in order to be good friends.” Rarity couldn't bring herself to look the filly in the eye as she tried to be vague but reasonable.

“But, haven't they always done it like that? What could we do to help anyways? I thought you didn't like getting dirty...” Rarity flinched at the observations and glanced about as they continued on their way, trying to think of an explanation for the young filly.

“Well, that may be true but there is plenty of other things we could help with...”

“Rarity, there ain't much tah help with...” The gray-white fashionista flinched briefly as they stood before the red farm house, the orange farmer standing before them with a single brow raised at finding the two unicorns hours early.

“Surely there's something we could do to help...?” Applejack wasn't sure if she should be resigned or elated at having the prissy mare be so willing to help, settling for sighing instead as she waved the two inside.

“Look, uh, why don't y'all relax in the livin' room with Granny Smith while we get the last of the harvest away...?” Sweetie Belle smiled as she almost-skipped inside while Rarity found herself giving the farm mare a searching look, checking on her condition while thinking of how she could prove helpful.

“I suppose if you insist...” Applejack smiled as she helped them to settle, checking on the older farmer at the same time before leaving to finish her chores for the day.

The two unicorns took a seat on the green cushioned couch, facing the elder mare who grinned from her rocking chair on the opposite side of the cozy room.

“How do you do Granny Smith?”

“Huu doggie, we're doin' mighty fine; this year's harvest bein' one o' the best we've had.” While Rarity smiled at the good news, Sweetie Belle remained silent as she watched the exchange.

“I'm glad to hear it; I'm sure you've worked hard for it.”

“You betcha! Why, Ah've never seen Applejack work so hard; doin' chores, checkin' the trees, makin' sure our finical budget is in the green. Why, she's been practically runnin' the farm these past few years!” Both unicorns were stunned, having been unaware of just how large a part the apple farmer played for the family's well being.

(And here I've been so dependent on her this past few months... I must return the favor somehow!)

Rarity began to fidget in place, not wanting to be rude but felt the need to help the orange mare all the more strongly; Granny Smith seemed to take no notice of this movement and continued.

“Yesiree, that's why we earth ponies came up with this here holiday.” At these words, Sweetie Belle's ears perked up since they only ever got a general history lesson from school.

“Really?” The pale-green mare winked at the filly as she started to rock back and forth.

“You betcha! Why, the story goes way back, long befor' even Ah was born. Back before th' three tribes made peace an' discovered this here land...” Rarity could tell her moment to try and escape had long since passed and settled down with a sigh to listen to the story (though she also hadn't heard it either).

“Earth ponies started out as farmers, bein' the closest tah the land an' knowin' the best ways tah get the most harvest. But they didn't always know how tah do it an' the first ever family had ah hard time; they didn't have fun since all they ever did was try an' work at ah livin'.

“Well, by the time the two oldest sons were gonnah go make their own farms, the family was ah fightin' and feudin' since they all had different ideas about farmin'. Ah few years pass an' the ma decided she didn't want tah keep fightin', invitin' her sons back for ah good ol' family dinner once harvest was over.

“The boys were nervous but accepted the invitation, an' when came time fer then tah visit, they brought their new families an' some of their harvest tah show their pa. When they showed up haulin' their bounties an families, the old stallion had only one thin' tah say: 'About time y'all got here'.

“They decided that it was ah good idea tah keep up with family by havin' ah big ol' dinner an' earth ponies have been celebrating the end of the harvest ever since.”

The two unicorns stared in awe; the elder farmer was a wonderful story teller and made it sound as though she was there when it happened. Granny Smith noticed this and felt a pause was needed before finishing her tale with the relatively simple ending.

“Now when the three tribes combined, the others thought it was ah mighty fine ideah, an' made it intah ah national holiday, one that's still celebrated today.” Sweetie Belle slowly grew a smile before bouncing in place while Rarity snapped out of her amazement.

“That was really neat! Thanks Granny Smith!”

“Indeed, that was a marvelous story, thank you for sharing it.” The older mare smiled even wider as she continued to rock in place.

“Ain't no problem at all. We're happy tah have ya here after all; in fact, Applejack was sure pleased y'all were comin', ashkin' if it was alright an' everythin', like she wanted tah be sure that y'all were invited-” just as a light blush was making it's way across the older unicorn's muzzle, Applejack, who had been listening from the front door, decided that it was time to save her friends from getting their ears talked off.

“Ok then Granny! Thank ya kindly fer keepin' Rarity and Sweetie Belle company, but Ah got the kitchen all set up for ya an' Ah could use their help movin' the chairs intah the barn.” The older farmer smirked at the light dusting of a blush on her granddaughter's face and allowed herself to be led for a short while before shooing the helping hooves away.

“Ah can walk just fine, y'all get ah move on!” The orange farmer smiled at the feisty tone of her grandma before turning with a wave for the two gray-white unicorns to follow her. Applejack kept up a brisk pace, allowing there to be some space between her and her crush in order to combat the blush at her grandma's words.

“We'll just get the chairs from the attic an' move 'em to the barn. Then there's ah few more tables tah move...” Rarity listened with half an ear while the phrase of how important and happy Applejack was circled her mind, causing a blush of her own that was soon noticed by her sister.

Sweetie Belle glanced between the two other mares and saw how red they both were, turning to ask an innocent question that served to fluster the older unicorn further.

“Why are your cheeks red?” Orange ears perked up and it was with great discipline that Applejack continued to look ahead as her own blush spread as well.

“I don't know what you mean Sweetie Belle, I'm merely a little tired of the climb, that's all.” Rarity tried to dismiss the filly's curiosity only to have her eyes widen at Applejack's sudden dejection and worry as she glanced back with a pensive frown.

"Oh, well, if yer tired, ya don't have tah help. Ah can get this on mah own if ya want tah have ah seat instead.” Blue eyes widened as Rarity waved airily, trying to backtrack the meaning of her words while still excusing the blush.

“No, no, I'm merely winded; I can still help!” Applejack's demeanor lightened, having been reassured that she wasn't bothering the dressmaker nor was Rarity exhausted and opened with a flourish the trap door and stepped into the attic, waving towards a stack of stools in the corner that numbered in the hundreds used for family reunions and smiled at the stunned unicorns.

“Now, we only need twelve of these so if we each take some, it'll be done in a jiffy.” As Sweetie Belle tried to get as many as possible, Rarity levitated four chairs into the air easily, grabbing two from the filly along the way. While Rarity happily trotted down the stairs, Sweetie Belle stared despairingly after her as she stood in place with the two remaining stools nearby; something that didn't go unnoticed by the farmer who leaned towards the youngster with a small smirk.

“It'll be ok, ya just have tah get stronger with yer magic an' then yer'll be able tah lift me off the ground; an' I weigh ah lot more than Madam Frou-frou.” Sweetie Belle couldn't hold back her giggle at the obvious teasing of her sister and settled with trying to drag one stool while having another on her back.

Applejack watched this briefly before grabbing the other six and setting five of them on her back while holding the last with her mouth. It took the young unicorn a few minutes to move her portion on her own but Applejack made sure to hold back the overly cautious fashionista to give Sweetie Belle the chance to finish what she started.

Once all the stools were set down inside the large barn, Rarity, with her eye for details, asked the stronger mare to rearrange the haphazardly place tables; Applejack complied with a smirk and shake of her head, easily moving the large pieces of solid wood. Which Rarity couldn't help but wonder at, losing her train of thought as muscles bunched and strained under orange fur.

“Alright, so the punch an' things go here, where did ya-”

“GASP! Applejack!! I haven't put any of the decoration up yet, so you have to wait to do the grand tour! Oh oh oh! I know, I'll give it right now!” The unicorns and earth pony looked in surprise to the doorway where they saw the latest guests standing; or at least, where they were standing before Pinkie rushed Twilight over and grabbed the others to pull them along for a tour.

As Pinkie displayed a normal or empty area in her 'tour', she would throw out a hoof with a bang (or pops just to be different) and added decorations in seconds; something that amused the fashion mare while somehow frustrating her due to robbing her chance to see Applejack's muscles.

(Wait... Why am I annoyed by this? Do, do I really want to watch Applejack move things...?) Rarity couldn't hold back her blush as Pinkie squished them all together, Twilight and Sweetie Belle on one side and Applejack and Rarity on the other (Spike somehow avoided the hug and watched amused from the doorway), and felt the warmth and sweat on the orange farmer and knew exactly where it came from. Applejack was stunned by being next to her crush, having been worried that Rarity wouldn't want to touch her even as she was covered in sweat and dirt.

“And here are the streamers! Over this way are some balloons, and here are more balloons and this is where the banner is hanging and here are the games and-” After a moment to think, Applejack came back to her senses at the word 'games' and tried to intervene.

“Pinkie Pie, Ah don't think we need games for this kind of dinner.” Pinkie froze in the middle of placing said games on the ground and blinked a few times before sheepishly smiling at the farmer who smiled back with amusement. With great reluctance, Pinkie slowly released the others and scuffed a hoof along the ground.

“Oh yeah, heh heh, I guess not; I'll just put these away for later then.” The others rolled their eyes while the baker replaced the games in her saddlebags and Applejack led them back to the table in the center of the room.

“Y'all are real early, was there anything ya wanted to do while waitin' for the grub tah be done?” As the orange mare faced all her friends, they replied mostly at the same time about what they could do.

“Was there anything you needed help with darling?”

“Where's Apple Bloom?”

“OOoo we can use the games to pass the time!”

Twilight and Applejack rolled their eyes at the sudden outburst of answers while smiling; the orange earth pony started with the youngest pony's question and gazed down at the young unicorn in amusement.

“Apple Bloom is in the kitchen, ya can go an' join her if ya want.” As Sweetie Belle perked up at this, Applejack turned to the older unicorn with a bashful smile.

“There ain't much more can be done tah help, sorry Rarity.... Though Ah guess ya can help set the table if ya want. As for the games-” a lavender hoof waved to cut the orange mare off as Twilight took over speaking specifically to her marefriend.

“I'll try some of those games Pinkie Pie; why don't we go over there so we won't be underhoof?” The hyper mare squeed as she led the way to the corner of the barn while the farmer and fashionista went to the kitchen with Sweetie Belle following close by, with Spike chasing after them a moment later.

As the three ponies trotted out of the double door, the purple and green dragon ran after them while waving his claws.

“Could I come with you guys? Pinkie is an expert in games and only Twilight can keep up sometimes.” Applejack paused and glanced towards the drake with trepidation, recalling how she had to compete with him for Rarity's attention (though she felt like a cheater, knowing that they both cared for the gray-white unicorn and that Spike didn't know of the farmer's new feelings).

“Oh, sure thin' Spike... Let's go see what Granny Smith needs us tah do.” Spike smiled brightly and walked next to Rarity, trying to gain her attention through stories of what he's been doing lately at the library.

Applejack watched from the corner of her eye as she led them along, seeing that Rarity gave the young drake as much attention as she could while still watching where she was going.

“Yes, that's lovely darling...” Spike beamed while Rarity couldn't help but notice how the orange earth pony seemed to be on edge suddenly; before she could question the sudden edge of the farmer, they arrived in the mid-sized kitchen where Apple Bloom was helping her grandmother by getting the needed materials for the large meal.

“Granny, we've come tah see if ya need some help; did ya need some more helpers?” At the question, both the oldest and youngest of the farmers looked to the doorway, surprised to find the three ponies and dragon standing there.

“Sweetie Belle! Granny, can Ah go with Sweetie Belle, please?!” The pale-green mare looked to her youngest granddaughter with a raised brow before smiling in amusement.

“Sure thin' pickle pear, seems like Ah got ah whole heap o' helpers now.” The two fillies smiled in joy and left quickly while their sisters watched with smiles at their actions.

“Applejack, sugar pie, Ah'll need ya tah help get me the cinnamon, garlic, rosemary, an' the next pile o' apples over by the fridge.” Applejack stepped further inside the kitchen and began to gather the requested objects, leaving Spike and Rarity unsure in the doorway.

“Granny Smith, how could we be of help?” Spike tore his eyes from the unicorn to smile reassuringly to the older farmer as Rarity posed her question.

Granny Smith looked over the two hopeful helpers and smiled wanly before waving them forward.

“Sure thin'! Yong'un, why don't ya get the plates and missy, why don't ya go an' help Applejack get those apples.” The orange farmer turned sharply at her name and saw with a blush that the unicorn happily trotted over to lift the apples using her magic.

The three friends were set to work rapidly, getting the different food things as well as the needed utensils for the meal. Within the organized chaos, Rarity constantly found herself helping the orange mare while Spike would try to help her directly, often while also doing what had been asked of him. This meant that Applejack would often have to do his part at the same time, an irony she didn't miss that only stressed her further causing the gray-white fashionista to wonder at what was causing it.

Once the majority of the meal was well started or in the middle of being cooked, the elder mare sent her three helpers to start setting up the tables, loading them down with plates and utensils to carry. Since Rarity had the lightest load, carrying the supplies in her magical grip, she went first into the red barn, clearing the way for Applejack and Spike to follow along. As they entered, they discovered the two fillies close behind them and enlisted their help with setting the supplies down.

As Rarity started to fidget with the stacks of plates and cups, Applejack turned to find Twilight and Pinkie Pie in the corner playing board games to pass the time.

“Just so ya know, Granny Smith is inside makin' sure nothin' goes wrong with the food. Rainbow, Fluttershy an' Scootaloo should be comin' soon too.” Before the couple could mention anything about this update, there came a knock to the door of the barn, leaving Applejack to check on who it was.

Upon noticing that it was the three pegasi who they were waiting for, the others were about to greet them when Rainbow Dash took off once she made a basic greeting to the hostess, causing the remaining guests to pause and wonder at what had called her attention so suddenly.

“Hmmm, I wonder what Rainbow Dash felt she forgotten to do..?” Rarity turned to the lavender unicorn who shrugged in return, unsure of what was happening and momentarily distracted when Pinkie went to add more decorations around the barn while Applejack and Fluttershy continued to speak in the doorway. The fashionista noticed the cause of the distraction and couldn't hold back her curiosity of how well the couple's life has been since they last spoke.

“Twilight, you simply must tell me how you and Pinkie Pie are getting along...” Purple eyes snapped back towards the other unicorn in surprise, meeting blue ones that shined with curiosity and amusement.

“Oh, we're doing ok and everything seems to be doing fine...”

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they've broken a record for longest cuddle session three times by now...” Spike tried to be witty to gain his crush's attention, which worked to an extent with the unforeseen consequences of annoying his guardian.

“Spike!”

“Oh, it's fine darling, nothing wrong with a nice cuddle session; fur pressed closely together, smelling the other's scent, feeling the warmth they radiate...” Rarity trailed off as her mind's eye produced the example she spoke of; orange fur, slightly tinted with dirt from a hard day's work, the smell of sweat and apples (an unusual scent, but one rather unique to the green eyed mare), the warmth of having worked all day making her body produce even more heat, muscles, firm and strong that lay just beneath the orange coat...

(Wait a moment! Orange co-! No, I wasn't just- this heat must be getting to me, I better find something to drink to cool off!) As Rarity had started to daydream, Spike had grown annoyed and slightly disgusted since they had been talking about the one who takes care of him and her marefriend while Twilight had grown distracted herself, remembering the previous cuddles and agreeing with the romantic's words.

“Oh, herm-herm, Spike darling, could you fetch me a cup of punch? The day is still rather warm and I find myself simply parched.” The dragon perked up at the request and ran off to find just the right cup to suit the prim mare's needs. Before he was able to get the requested drink, the doors burst open once more, showing the cyan pegasus posing as she shouted to grab everyone's attention.

“Everypony can relax, the most awesome of ponies have arrived!” They stared as Pinkie hopped over the two pegasi and spoke with them near the door before returning to their own conversation, though Rarity's gaze swept the room as she tried to stop herself from thinking of a certain mare.

Before Rarity could comment or move from her place near the table when she couldn't find Applejack anywhere, the mare in question entered gently through the doors once more. After having spoke with the pegasi, Applejack felt that it would be best to check on the food since everyone had arrived at the farm; unfortunately she didn't have very good news to deliver to the hungry ponies.

"Guys, sorry tah say but the food won't be done until ah bit later...” Rainbow Dash groaned at these words and rolled her eyes while she complained, drawing everyone's attention.

"Oh come on, can't we at least get something to have for now?” Applejack rolled her own eyes at the tone before nodding, not wanting to deal with a hungry and bored Rainbow as well as wanting to get away from Spike and Rarity, whom she had seen interacting and was tempted to purposely interrupt them.

“Alright, alright, Ah'll see about getting somethin' for everypony tah drink; y'all just han' tight.” Rarity frowned at Applejack's sudden leaving once more and stepped forward away from her place next to the librarian and her assistant.

“Perhaps I could help darling?” The farmer blushed while looking towards the door, happy to have the fashionista so willing to help but could almost feel the accusing eyes of Spike on her, not seeing that he was merely glancing back and forth between the two in curiosity.

“Oh er, sure Rarity; we'll just need tah grab some juice an' maybe a few treats tah tide us over.” The gray-white unicorn smiled and trotted over to the other mare before both went back to the main house, with Spike running after them with a shout that was lost to most of those still in the barn.

“Hey, can I help?” The response was lost as they went out of easy hearing range of those inside, but was plenty clear for the ones outside; Rarity was worried when Applejack flinched before turning to the drake with a smile, unease spreading even further at the blonde's sudden behavior when it came to Spike.

“Of course ya can, we'd need all the help we can tah carry enough for everyone to snack on.” Spike trotted quickly to get even with the two others who waited patiently for him before continuing on, finding that Granny Smith was already several steps ahead of them, having laid out plates of appetizers already on the main counter of the kitchen.

“Granny, what's all this then?”

“Why, y'all are gonnah be nothin' but bones if ya don't get somethin' tah chew on fast. Careful tah not spill ah drop now!” The orange earth pony smiled at her grandma's foresight and lead the way to gather as many plates as she could on her back and head, while Spike grabbed a few in his claws and Rarity used her magic to get the rest.

They did an about face and returned to the barn, trying to be sure they didn't fall or drop any of the prepared snacks along the way. Applejack tried to focus on what she was doing, but could tell that Spike was amazed at Rarity's abilities just as always and fought with herself about it; Rarity noticed this seriousness and worried as to what its cause on such a happy holiday.

Before either could speak, they found themselves at the barn once more and in the midst of a Pinkie Pie song about Harvest Feast. The hyper mare waited until they set down their load before pulling them into her song, sitting them at the table with party hats and doing a slide with outstretched hooves as she wrapped up her number.

“That's real nice Pinkie Pie; not sure why ya had tah sing about it but it was nice of ya tah say it like that. We got some snacks tah hold back hungry ponies, just don't fill up too much, we got ah lot of food comin' yer way.” Applejack shook her head amused as Rainbow zipped up to start stuffing her muzzle with the crackers and fruits that were offered and settled down next to the unicorn who promptly asked for a cup of juice.

While Spike zipped up to grab a cup, Applejack settled back down into her seat, embarrassed at having assumed Rarity had asked her and that she was about to rob Spike of a chance to gain the unicorn's favor. Unbeknownst to either of them, Rarity had been mildly surprised to find she had meant for the orange earth pony to get her drink and hadn't even thought of how she had already asked Spike to do so earlier.

The two friends were quickly brought back to their surroundings from these thoughts when Twilight shouted as her punch dribbled out of a leak from her cup, spilling to the table and floor in a puddle.

“Oh my gosh, I'm sorry Applejack I-”

“Ah hahahahaha!” Rainbow Dash tipped over to lean against the pink earth pony who also smiled at the well hidden prank, while Applejack brought over some napkins to the distressed librarian.

“Oh hahahahaha, dribble cups! Classic RD!” Twilight glared at the laughing duo while she tried to clean up the mess, not finding the hidden prank as amusing as her marefriend or the well-known prankster; a sentiiment shared by the orange farm mare who frowned while getting rid of the prank cup.

“Pinkie~” As Twilight and Pinkie began to speak about the use and intention behind pranks, Applejack glowered at the still chuckling pegasus.

“Rainbow, maybe ya don't know this, but this here feast is important to us earth ponies; Ah don't want tah see any more shenanigans from ya, ya hear?” Rarity raised an intrigued brow at these words, wondering what kind of extra meaning Harvest Feast held for earth ponies as she helped to mop up the mess the dribble cup had made.

Rainbow remained silent after the statement while keeping a smirk on her muzzle, something that did not reassure the farm mare but Applejack couldn't press the matter since she had to help clean up and get Twilight another cup of juice.

As Twilight graciously accepted the new cup, Applejack heard a sound that caused her heart to freeze in place before turning rapidly to see what went wrong this time.

“Waaa ha ha ha-help!” Rarity, distracted by the frustrated scowl on Applejack's face, had decided to sit down once more and felt a moment of wrongness before the stool tipped away from the table; a missing leg caused the stool to dump its load backwards rapidly as weight settled further onto it.

Finding the fashion mare falling backwards with flaring hooves caused the farmer to throw herself forward to try and catch the unicorn while Spike covered his eyes in fear. Rarity's momentum caused both mares to roll a few paces though Applejack was able to soften the blow by protecting the gray-white unicorn with her body instead.

After they stopped moving, Rarity opened her eyes to find herself laying on top of Applejack who held her close with both hooves along her back. They panted slightly as adrenaline coursed through their veins, not moving as they mentally checked their condition; though the silence proved too much for the orange earth pony who had to make sure she managed to help.

“Yer, yer not hurt are ya?”

“No, not at all darling... Thank you for catching me...” Subconsciously, the two mares spoke in hushed tones, staring at one another with wide eyes as they didn't move a muscle.

“N-no problem, glad yer not hurt...” Boisterous laughter rang through the barn, reminding the orange farmer that they weren't alone in the room; with an almost silent sigh, Applejack shifted in place under the fashion-minded mare.

“Uhm, Rarity? Can, can ya get up?” Rarity blinked as she realized how close they were and blushed as she stood up, trying to not touch the mare beneath her any more than needed. Once they were standing, Applejack went to confront the pegasus even though they both were a bit redder in the face.

“Rainbow! Ya better not have some other pranks planned, it's not ah regular ol' party ya know!”

“Yeah, yeah, relax, it's just harmless fun!” The farmer shook her head at the laughter and turned to find Rarity walking up to the table while picking out the various bits of straw and hay, not to mention dirt, that she and Spike then worked to clean out of her fur.

“Oh, look at this mess, it's simply horrid. I have to clean this out right away, may I use the restroom Applejack?” Applejack shook out of her daze at seeing the normally prim mare dirty and nodded, leading the way to the upstairs bathroom; Spike gazed towards them but remained in place, recalling how Rarity didn't want him to go inside while they were cleaning and changing for their big day at the Gala.

“That's fine; come on, we'll get ya cleaned up.”

As they went to the upstairs bathroom, Rarity was distracted from her plight by the meager beauty supplies.

“Oh darling! Where, where are the conditioners? The exfoliates? The body, fur and conditioner soaps? The cleaning shampoo, the shampoo that makes one's mane shine, the one that lifts the mane and tail?” Applejack couldn't help deadpanning the fashion mare and shook her head as she gathered what they did have on hoof.

“We don't go with nothin', we do have some shampoos tah use.... Yer not gonnah shower are ya? The food ought tah be done in half an hour.” Rarity blinked as yet another image of a soaked orange mare flashed through her mind before shaking her mind clear and flipping her mane.

“I know that dear, but I am a mare of fashion and can clean this mess out in no time.” Applejack blinked at these words and barely contained her blush as she stepped out of the bathroom quickly, surprising Rarity with this sudden retreat and turned to the farmer in confusion.

“Applejack, where are you going?”

“Uhm, Rare? Ya said, yer gonnah try an' take ah shower...” Rarity blinked at these words and frowned to the other mare.

“Darling, normally I would try to do that, but there isn't enough supplies for me to do so. If you could help me make sure I've cleaned every bit though, that would be most helpful; the mirror you have is insufficient for such a thing.” Rarity saw in the mirror the dark blush of the farmer who stared back in surprise.

“What do ya mean? It’s plenty big, ya can see a lot in it.” Rarity looked from the mirror firmly attached to the wall to the earth pony next to her.

“Darling, I need to be able to see every part of my fur to be sure that it is cleaned properly… I don’t suppose you have a small, portable mirror?” Applejack blinked in surprise before slowly blushing as she scuffed a hoof along the ground.

“Uhm, Rarity? Usin’ a small mirror wouldn’t do us earth ponies any good…” The alabaster unicorn blinked in return, glancing back to the meager supplies of brushes, combs, and soaps to find that indeed, there was no small mirror for her to use.

“Oh. In that case, I shall need your assistance more than ever to be sure there is nothing left in my fur.”

“Er, right, sure... Uh, Ah'll, Ah'll do that...” The brush was levitated in a blue hue to the orange mare, who carefully helped to clean off all the dust and dirt that had found its way into gray-white fur.

Applejack tried desperately to not stare at certain parts of the unicorn and often found herself looking at her own hoof that moved slowly across the seemingly endless curves instead.

Rarity, not watching what her friend was looking at, focused her attention on the purple mane that had a few pieces of hay and straw still in it. In moments, after being sure her mane and tail were in pristine condition once more, the fashionista turned her gaze to the farmer only to find Applejack studiously looking at the ground as she brushed along Rarity's flank.

“Darling, you are checking that you've cleaned properly aren't you?” Applejack looked up to blue eyes and lost her voice for a moment before remembering what was asked.

“Oh, er, yeah, Ah am; jus-just didn't want ya tah think Ah was starin' inappropriately...” Rarity raised a single brow at this statement while trying to quiet her mind that was more than willing to allow such behavior and turned to face her friend completely.

“Applejack, you needn't worry about such a thing; especially when I had asked for help in making sure everything is cleaned out. Besides, a lady is more than appreciative of others finding them attractive; I don't go to such lengths for nothing afterall!” Applejack blinked before rubbing the back of her head with a smile.

“Right, well, yer as pretty as ah freshly bloomed apple tree an' not ah spot of dirt left.” Rarity beamed at the praise and delicately trotted to the doorway, passing the shy earth pony with a wink.

“Thank you darling. Come along, we mustn't keep the others waiting.” The orange mare resettled her hat before following the unicorn back down the stairs, stopping by the kitchen to check on her grandmother once more and finding that the food was ready to start taking out to the barn in multiple trips.

Rarity, noticing that she didn't have an orange shadow following her, went into the kitchen to add her own aid to bring the food over. With Applejack, Big Mac and Rarity all helping, it wasn't too long before the tables in the center of the barn were groaning under the weight and all the stools (having been checked for any more sabotage) were placed nearby for the various dinner guests.

Granny Smith and Big Macintosh sat at either ends of the table, with Applejack, Rarity, Spike, Twilight and Pinkie Pie on one side while Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy along the other. They had to use two tables to fit everyone but it made it feel much cozier and warmer that way, having everyone be close helped to heat the otherwise chilly barn as the evening wore on.

In an effort to put her best hoof forward, Applejack tried to eat with better manners than usual, much to the confusion of her family who watched curiously. Rarity, not seeing anything out of place with eating with utensils, took no notice of this until the sounds of annoyance reached her ears over top of Spike's questions concerning her business of late.

“-and I've had the most ridiculous order from Hoity Toity who wanted even more dresses of completely different designs within a few days time and-”

"-what in tarnation is-”

“-I simply worked myself to the bone, and, and...”

“-stupid fork, Ah ain't never done anything tah ya-”

“...” By this point, both Spike and Rarity were watching Applejack as she shook her hoof determinedly while holding a fork.

“-haven't even used ya much!”

“Applejack, darling, are, are you doing ok?” Applejack paused in her efforts and was about to respond when she heard a distinctive sound that always drew her ire.

“Phhhfff...” Green eyes slowed turned toward the cyan pegasus, narrowing in anger as she found the pranking mare holding a hoof to her mouth to stop the laughter from bursting through.

“Raaaiiinbooow...” The pegasus tried to speak through her laughter as the table ended up focusing on her, the issue at hoof becoming clear as all other conversation fell silent.

“Heh heh, at least -giggle- you'll be able to, ha ha ha, eat with proper manners -HahaHA- now!” As Applejack growled towards the prankster, Rarity could see that the orange farm mare was losing her patience and tried to distract her from going after Rainbow Dash.

“Darling, let me help.” At the prim tone, Applejack's anger deflated rapidly as she turned to find the fashion mare waiting with a cup of water and rag.

“Let's see what we can do for this...” The orange earth pony didn't trust her voice and nodded her consent, giving the gray-white mare full access to the fork that was glued onto her hoof.

“My, what kind of glue was used on this...? It is troublesome; not that I can't help!” Rarity tried to smile reassuringly as she focused on trying to water down whatever held the fork to the orange hoof, pulling on the fur in the meantime.

“Sorry for the trouble Rarity...”

“Oh, it's no problem at all! If I... could just... get... this... off!” With a final jerk, Rarity managed to pull the utensil off while barely ripping off fur at the same time.

The short burst of pain caused Applejack to flinch, though she managed to restrain herself from flaring or accidentally hitting the unicorn who was helping her; the tears caused by this action didn't go unnoticed by Rarity who grabbed a napkin to help wipe them away while making sure she didn't hurt her too badly.

“Darling, I'm so sorry, it was stuck so firmly-!”

“It's alright Rarity, Ah'm grateful fer yer help... Let's, let's hope Dash ain't gonnah do much more this evening.” With a resolute nod in the farm mare's direction, Rarity turned back to her place and noticed how Applejack delicately, and with a flinch of pain, ate her meal with better than usual manners.

After having glanced at the other earth ponies sitting at the table (aside from Pinkie Pie, who seemed to be shoving food into her mouth rapidly), the gray-white unicorn was able to tell that the method Applejack was using to eat was not normal and was actually hurting her more since some of her fur had been ripped suddenly off. Rarity leaned over, about to assure the farmer that she needn't force herself, when a shout of hysteric joy and amazement rang over the small talk.

"GASP!!! Twilight, Twilight, your tongue is blue, your tongue is blue!” Everyone stopped in place and looked over towards the lavender unicorn who was trying to view the offending appendage only to find that it had indeed turned blue.

“Oh darling, it is! What in the world caused it?! It doesn't match your coat at all!” Applejack rolled her eyes at the last sentence before looking closer to what was on the plate before the studious unicorn to see what may have caused it while Rarity tried to think of a way to get the new color to match the purple fur.

“Ain't nothing there that would turn yer tongue blue unless-”

"Bwahahahahahaha! You, you guys are hilarious!” The majority of the older ponies rolled their heads and eyes at the laughter, the reason for the color changing tongue becoming clear as the raucous laughter continued.

“RAINBOW!” Everyone (aside from the Cutie Mark Crusaders) yelled at the pegasus who smirked proudly with crossed hooves as she faced annoyed glares.

“Hey Pinkie, I bet it tastes just like the dark blueberries I used to make it change colors; you'll let us know later right?” As Dash smirked at the pink baker who looked confused at the request, Applejack barely held back a face-hoof since even she could tell her two friends didn't want to outright state their relationship (mostly due to the reserved unicorn's reasoning).

Once Pinkie figured out what Dash meant, she couldn't help the blush that spread across her muzzle; one that matched Twilight's that had appeared a few seconds before as she too realized what was being implied. The others who knew (aside from Rainbow) opted for silence as they avoided making eye contact with anyone, worried they might give it away should they do so.

With a final glare in the cyan mare's direction, Twilight stood and looked to Applejack with a questioning glance, Spike standing along with her in an attempt to help in anyway possible.

“I'll be right back Applejack, if that's ok.”

“Sure thin' sugarcube; the bathroom is on the second floor, second door on the right.” Twilight nodded her appreciation before setting out, not seeing the worried look on her marefriend's face or the concerned glances of the others that followed her before trying to regain the carefree atmosphere.

A task that was hard to accomplish as they were now all on guard for hidden pranks placed by the sky-blue pegasus, but they still tried nonetheless. Rarity took the moment to lean back towards the orange mare and quietly assure her that certain mannerisms weren't needed.

"Applejack, you needn't force yourself to eat in a particular fashion; especially now that your hoof is a little sore...” Applejack flashed her crush a brief smile before looking to the food once more, grateful that the proper mare doesn't mind how she ate but still worried that the day could get a lot worse.

“Thanks sugarcube, but don't ya worry about me none, Ah'll be fine. We just gottah make sure this dinner goes alright...” Rarity was surprised at how much focus the earth pony was placing on the dinner that aside from it being a holiday and having a few pranks, seemed rather normal and inconsequential to her.

“Darling, I realize that you want to give us a good impression as well as help keep Twilight and Pinkie's relationship a secret for now, but surely a dinner with everyone isn't so drastically important?” The orange mare deadpanned the gray-white one at the mention of over dramatization but soon shook her head with a half-smile.

"Rarity, it ain't just the dinner or makin' ah good impression on anypony about anypony else; it's ah long standin' tradition that if the harvest feast goes well, all the preparations an' work done in the winter time would too. Sure, havin' ah good time is important, but gettin' with yer family and friends, havin' ah nice solid meal together, restin' the day after, it's all in order tah get ready for all the work we gottah do in the winter.” Rarity frowned thoughtfully at these words, learning even more about the farmer and her lifestyle in one day than she had in a long while.

“Ah just want things tah go ok and start off this season on the right hoof...” A gray-white hoof laid on top of an orange one as Rarity smiled confidently to the nervous earth pony.

“I'm sure everything will be fine.” As Applejack blushed at the contact and assurances, Spike came back with Twilight and frowned at the sight of the crossed hooves causing the blonde farm mare to flinch and shrink back from the dressmaker.

Rarity saw this sudden flinch and was about to question it when Spike tried to regain her attention with how he was totally able to help Twilight get her tongue back to it's normal coloring. As the young drake spoke, Applejack watched with slight sadness which didn't go unnoticed by the fashionista who started to pensively frown as well. Spike, seeing the frowns on both of the mares next to him, started to form a frown as well and tried even harder to keep Rarity's attention on him.

“I was working my tail off, getting all the needed magical stuff-”

(Why is Applejack so worried? Surely a few bumps in the road isn't that problematic...)

“-and then Pinkie just jumps up from nowhere and asks-”

(Honestly, it's not like one bad dinner would ruin an entire season's amount of work!)

“-and Twilight and I were just standing there all confused but then I realized-”

(Even I've had worse dinners with my own family, this is going rather well! Why is she frowning?)

“-once we put the herbs in place, things went totally fine and Twilight-”

(… Why does it feel wrong to see her unhappy...?)

Spike, finding he still didn't have the gray-white mare's full focus, was about to launch into another epic story when a loud fog horn rang loudly in the barn, followed by a timid eep and the sounds of a can bouncing around wooden beams. Everyone turned to the source of the noise only to find a soaked and annoyed Fluttershy sitting stock still while Rainbow Dash tried to contain her laughter.

The others watched in shock as water dripped down pink mane and tail before the usually timid mare turned to her best friend with a semi-glare of disappointment.

“Rainbow Dash, you were asked to be good and not do anymore pranks.” Dash shifted in place before smirking once more and trying to seem indifferent to the trouble she had caused that evening.

“Phsstt, it's just some harmless jokes...” Before anyone at the table could argue otherwise, the cream-yellow pegasus restated her message firmly.

“No Rainbow, with that air horn you could have made someone choke on their food. Sometimes, pranks are not a good or harmless thing.” Rainbow Dash frowned before trying to dismiss the dangers once more as everyone else looked on.

“Look, I know what I'm doing, everything would have been fine.” Fluttershy gave her old friend one last look before shaking her head in frustration and getting up from the table with a soft frown, much to everyone's surprise; though the one who was the most surprised was Dash who remained in place before crossing her hooves in annoyance.

Once the door closed behind the usually quiet mare, the table broke out in bickering and stressing out of why things had taken such a sharp down turn, though the two oldest farmers and the Cutie Mark Crusaders did not partake in this particular discussion. As Twilight held her face in her hooves with a teary eyed Pinkie leaning towards her, Applejack slammed her hoof onto the table and grounded her hat on her head in annoyance; an action that shocked the fashion mare even further than one of her closest friends almost storming out of the dinner.

“Applejack! Honestly, is that kind of behavior necessary?” The orange farmer turned disbelieving eyes towards the drama queen and sputtered a few words before frowning in ever growing frustration.

“Mah behav- it's not neces- Ah'm-! This is an important meal for us farmin' folk! How well we get along an' work together tah make it sets the example for the rest of the year! Not only has Rainbow Dash gone an' misbehaved -much worse than me!- but she's done gone an' annoyed Fluttershy! Fluttershy! Of the ever live-long-day patience!” Rarity frowned lightly at the facts but still felt it was being overblown, while Spike was torn between what was happening with Pinkie Pie and Twilight and Rarity and Applejack.

“Yes, but enough to start slamming things in annoyance and destroying your hat? Though I do wish you would allow me to make you something else, a little more color perhaps?” As the dressmaker tried to cheer up the frustrated mare the only way she knew how, Applejack's stress continued to climb and she rubbed both hooves along her face before glaring at the other mare once more.

“Ugh! No, ya can't mess with mah hat; it's ah good ol' strong kind an' Ah've done worse to it. Got extra in case somethin' does rip it... But even with all the extra plannin' we do, it ain't gonnah be enough to get us back on track!”

“Darling, you and your family are a close and well performing team; we've seen it time and again for every cider season and during harvest time. Surely one bad dinner wouldn't ruin such a well organized team? Led by the most dependable ponies in Ponyville I might add?” Applejack blinked at the praise before shaking her head at the unicorn's lack of knowledge.

“Rarity, it ain't just about mah family. Years an' years ago, with that first family of earth ponies, after they started Harvest Feast, got intah a fight again. Some of the brothers bickered like cats an' dogs at the dinning table an' left angry. Well, that winter, none of the families who sat at the table durin' the fight were able to do half as well on their work for the rest of the year. When they got back together the followin' year, and made up as well as promisin' not tah fight no more, they did more than double the work as the year before; provin' that the Harvest Feast can give ya ah very good idea on how family and friends can work together for the rest of the year, if it's done right!” It was Rarity's turn to blink in silence, never having encountered earth pony traditions like this before (Winter-wrap up Ponyville style notwithstanding, considering how odd the town normally was which caused Rarity to think it was merely just this one place that had odd traditions).

“Applejack, surely you can't be that superstitious? We may fight now, but that doesn't mean we can't be the best of friends later...” Applejack sighed as she looked to the unicorn with tired eyes.

“You unicorns can do just about anythin' ya want, with pegasi flyin' in the sky doin' whatever they want tah the weather. We only have our ability tah grow stuff and our connection with the ground, ya don't question what ya know works 'cause we ain't ever gonnah understand it like you unicorns might be able tah...” The gray-white mare opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to think of a decent counter argument for that when there came a simple sentence that emptied her mind of all other thought.

“Where are the girls?” All conversation stopped for the fourth time that evening as they looked to three empty seats while images of what the three rambunctious fillies could get up to filled their minds. At the sudden silence and motionless of everyone at the table, Rarity was about to identify a unique smell found the majority of the time of when a certain filly wanted to serve her sister breakfast in bed.

“Is... that... smoke!?!” Rarity put a hoof to her mouth in fright as her head whipped towards the door where the smell came from, drawing everyone's attention to the outside, observing how the door was indeed cracked open slightly.

In moments, the others rushed outside and found smoke rising from the kitchen, running to the back door and bursting in to find the three Crusaders trying to get something out of the oven amid smoke and bits of flame that licked the sides.

While Rarity levitated the girls away in blind panic, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Twilight and Rainbow Dash all used different methods to try and put out the fire simultaneously. Applejack grabbed the fire extinguisher from under the sink, Pinkie grabbed a pitcher of water (from where, nopony knows), Twilight rapidly thought before turning on the facet and channeling the water to shoot to the oven while Rainbow decided it was too slow and busted the tap off to tunnel the gushing water with rapid hoof and wing work.

Within seconds of the combined methods, the fire was out and Twilight was repairing the sink faucet with a short glare at the now sheepish pegasus. As Granny Smith, Pinkie Pie and Twilight tried to air out the house, the others sat the girls down to find out what exactly happened with the three dejected Crusaders.

“That was really dangerous! What if ya burnt down the house? Then we wouldn't have a place tah stay, what the hay were y'all tryin' tah cook anyways!?” Applejack grilled the fillies who stared at the ground, feeling the weight of the angry and concerned glares on their backs.

“We just wanted everyone tah be happy again an' we were goin' tah make a nice cake for everyone.” Applejack felt a stab of guilt and concern at these words, her fears coming true about what happens if a Harvest Feast does not go well.

“But we wouldn't have enough time to let it cook normally, so we thought that if you turned up the heat it would cook it faster.” Rarity did a very undignified hoof-plant at these words and made a mental note to get Sweetie Belle proper cooking sessions and pondered if Applejack would be willing to teach her before remembering to focus on the task at hoof first.

"We're sorry, we didn't mean to almost burn down the house.” The three girls all bowed their heads apologetically while the older mares looked on; Big Mac stopped glaring at his sister and her friends at the sound of apology and started to help clean up the kitchen instead.

“Siigh... It's ok to make mistakes, but the next time you guys want to cook, why don't you go and get one of ponies who can actually cook, alright?” Dash tried to sound convincing, knowing that she was not one of those ponies as the other mares continued to watch their sisters. Three heads nodded in agreement to this and the mares turned back to find the kitchen had been taken care of and properly cleaned as they spoke, leaving them with nothing more to be done.

Since everything was back in order, the group of ponies went to return to their dinner in the red barn; on the way back out they found Fluttershy standing nervously beyond the doorway, worried about what had happened. Without a word, they all signaled to the cyan pegasus that she was the one who needed to talk with the timid mare, leaving the two pegasi to talk in privacy as they continued to head for the barn.

As they took their seats, it was to their great surprise that nothing had gone missing and finding little evidence of the earlier stress and frustration. Twilight was the first to crack as she realized that it was mostly in their minds and gave a quiet chuckle, soon followed by Spike who covered his mouth with both claws as he tried to prevent the short burst of laughter from escaping.

Soon everyone was laughing as they returned to their places, much to the confusion (and private joy) of the three fillies who could only watch as all the older ponies broke out in different kinds of laughter.

“Heh heh heh.... Ah'm sorry y'all, Ah got so worked up tah make sure this here evenin' went just right that everythin' just got out of control.” Rarity patted the orange mare's hoof reassuringly while Twilight felt the need to also make a statement, glancing around before settling on the pink mare next to her.

“I'm sorry too; I got so worked up with making sure nothing went wrong or seemed odd that I wasn't paying attention to what really mattered...” Pinkie gave her marefriend a huge smile as she went for a hug, releasing it for a moment as memory of where they were returned before getting wrapped in a hug from the lavender mare instead. The others at the table smiled at the sight before Rarity glanced at the orange farmer from the corner of her eye, and decided to cement just how fine it had turned out in the end.

“Everything was just fine but I'm glad we were able to clear the air as it were; hopefully we can enjoy the rest of our meal without all this unneeded stress.” Rarity smiled at the joyous couple before glancing once more towards Applejack who smirked back with a small wave of her hoof.

"Yep! And I know just the thing! 'I'm sorry' cake!” As everyone watched with amusement as Pinkie pulled out a large two layered cake complete with decorations, Twilight raised a curious brow at the name.

“An 'I'm sorry' cake? Are you sure that we need that kind of-” Pinkie turned sharply and with a large (almost too large) grin, stared deeply into purple eyes that shrank at the almost disturbing image as everyone froze in place, never having seen such a look before.

“Eat the cake! Pretty please with lots of icing and sprinkles and toppings and yumminess on top?” Even though the baker still had the (almost too) large smile on, the usual silliness brought a hesitant smile from the unicorn who merely nodded her consent before both mares turned to the cake to begin to divide it out evenly.

As the couple set out plates of the cake to everyone sitting at the table currently, Rarity used the general distraction to lean over and tease the orange earth pony next to her.

“See darling? Everything is fine and on the mend, nothing to get so worked up about.” Applejack rolled her eyes with a light smile, amused at being told to calm down by the most dramatic mare in Ponyville.

“Sure thin' sugarcube, sure thin'. An' when Ah tell ya that wearin' mah hat an' some frou-frouy dress don't make ah lick of difference, ya better remember this.” Rarity gasped quietly as she held a hoof over her heart before sticking her nose in the air.

“Darling! That is not the same thing at all and one must simply wear the right attire for certain occasions!” While Applejack laughed at the response, Rarity couldn't hold back her pleased smile at hearing the earth pony happy once more and not worried into knots.

It was as they were getting back to the dinner that the two pegasi returned, both a little bashful at what had happened and how they were gone for some time; not that anyone minded as they gave their greetings to the pair as well as passing them their own slices of cake.

Compared to how the first part of the evening went, things were rather calm since both Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash tried to behave after that point; though they still cracked jokes, which were kept to a minimum and on the quiet instead of trying to demand attention. What really brought the night to yet another pause was when Granny Smith felt the need to say the blunt truth about the hidden couple before everyone started to go their separate ways for the evening.

“Well Ah gottah say that y'all make fer interestin' dinner companions; an' you two make ah cute couple.” The older mare pointed with a hoof to Twilight and Pinkie Pie who froze at the words, unsure of how they were supposed to react to that statement.

As the majority of the table focused on the couple or on Granny Smith, Applejack's sudden release of tension went unnoticed as she saw who exactly her grandmother was pointing to having worried that the older mare had seen how the orange mare was behaving towards the gray-white one.

“Oh, uh, what do you-?”

“Oh nonsense! It's as obvious as ah golden delicious in pile o' almata apples, don't know why y'all were tryin' tah hide it.” The whole group (minus the Crusaders and Big Mac) wore sheepish looks while Granny Smith smirked at the couple who were both pleased by the praise and yet flustered at being found out so quickly.

“What do you mean, 'a cute couple'?” Scootaloo broke in with obvious confusion, looking from the two mares at the end to the oldest farmer, bringing even more bashful looks from the mares who knew what was going on.

After Twilight and Pinkie shared a silent glance, the studious unicorn turned towards the curious fillies as she tried to think of the best way to answer.

“... Well, it means that Pinkie and I are dating; we just haven't really told anypony about it yet...”

“That ain't th' best way tah have a relationship! No good comes out of bein' more secretive than a bear in a beehive.” Applejack slunk further in her seat, knowing that she was being almost as secretive about her own feelings and couldn't bring herself to look up from the table (something Granny Smith and Big Mac noticed within moments, though neither commented on it).

“We're just waiting for the right time to throw a 'Twipie Party' but we want it to be a surprise for everypony else, so could you keep it a secret until the party is ready?” The pale-green earth pony raised a brow at the 'excuse' while Rainbow rolled her eyes at the 'party'; an action that went unnoticed as most were focused on the elder and her possible reaction.

“If'in y'all insist, though Ah don't know nothin' about some kind o' 'Twipie party', why y'all can't jus' have ah normal one like we did in the old days... Why Ah remember when yer great aunt twice removed had ah big ol' shindin' fer her new relationships any ol' time she wanted and....” The older mare trailed off as she recounted from her younger years, bringing an embarrassed smile from the other members of the Apple family that was laughed away by the others.

As the end of the dinner drew near, Applejack and her siblings started to clean up the various dishes and taking them to the kitchen for a proper cleaning. Before the farm mare could take even a step out of the door with her load, Rarity came forward with a hesitant smile.

“Applejack, darling, would you need some help?” A single brow rose at this question, Applejack's mind racing with questions of why Rarity had been so willing to try and help today; not that she didn't offer to help in general, she just hadn't gone to this extent before in a single setting.

“Shucks, if ya want tah, that's fine. We need tah get these dishes back to the kitchen and move the chairs an' tables back so we can use the barn again.” Just as the two mares were about to set to their tasks, the sound of rapid bipedal running caught their attention.

“Do you need help? I'm pretty strong after all!” Rarity smiled in an indulgent manner and levitated a stack of plates into his waiting arms.

“Of course darling, if you would be so kind as to take these to the kitchen? I shall be following along with more.” Spike threw out his chest (as much as he could while tittering under the heavy stack of dishes) and nodded stoutly before heading to the farm house; Rarity, who had magicked more dishes into the air, noticed the tense frown on Applejack's muzzle and was about to question it when Twilight and Pinkie stepped forward and started to speak with the blonde farmer; getting the feeling that Twilight wanted to speak with Applejack without others listening in, Rarity shrugged before continuing on her way as well.

Applejack paused in her search for more dishes as she spotted a nervous Twilight waiting to speak with her.

“What's up sugarcube?” Pinkie hovered nearby with a slight frown at the seriousness of her mare, something that the farmer saw and which set her on edge for what was about to be said.

“Applejack, I've got something that you should hear... In private.”

“Oh, ok; Ah'll be back y'all.” Applejack waved briefly at her help before walking with Twilight to stand right outside the doors, out of sight and hearing of the others.

“What's the matter Twi'?”

“... Spike overheard us when you stopped by about the ungrounding of the Crusaders and knows of your crush on Rarity... He's not sure what to believe, but you should talk with him about it.” Green eyes widened in surprise and fright before all the fear left the orange mare as she bowed her head tiredly with a sigh.

“Ah see... Ah'll talk with him tonight if that's ok with ya Twilight.”

“That's fine, but don't keep him out too late.” The orange farmer nodded before heading back inside, passing Pinkie who was nervously trotting out once she knew that the 'serious' talk was over.

(Ah knew it wouldn't be easy... Thought somethin' was goin' on with how hard he was tryin' tah talk with Rarity... Do Ah let him help or do it now...? Better get it over with now, it'd eat at me all night if Ah don't.)

Just as Applejack stood resolutely to find the young dragon, he and Rarity returned from their trip inside, chatting about the meal they just had. They both paused when the blonde mare stepped forward with a neutral face and looked only at the young drake who stared back in a suspiciously neutral manner as well.

(Now why would Spiky-wikey make that kind of face? I thought we were all on good terms...? Why is Applejack upset again...? I-I better stay longer, to be sure my assistance is available in case it's needed...)

“Spike, can Ah talk with ya outside?” The boy said nothing as he nodded once, following Applejack as they exited the barn and walked into the first row of trees least someone come across them as they talked.

“Ah, Ah heard that ya had heard me an' Twilight talkin' before... About, about how Ah like Rarity.” Spike frowned deeply at this statement as he crossed his arms, scowling at the ground.

“... Well, if-if ya didn't hear all that well, it wouldn't be right tah try an' hide it from ya anyways. Ah do like Rarity, ah lot an' sometimes Ah just don't know why... Not that Ah'd have tah tell ya why, seein' how ya like her too.” Spike frowned further for a moment before glaring up at the earth pony.

“How do you know that I like Rarity anyways? Did Twilight tell again after she promised not to?” Applejack raised a curious brow at how Spike was taking the topic and shook her head no.

“Nah, Ah knew 'cause of the way ya act an' talk around her...”

“Oh...”

The two remained silent for a moment longer before Spike suddenly broke out of his crossed arms with a sharp point to the mare beside him.

“I've liked her way longer than you have! You, you should just give up because I'm going to totally win her over with how useful and helpful I am compared to you!” Applejack watched in surprise at this exclamation before sighing in resignation.

“Ah ain't one tah give up just because someone tells me to... Spike, Ah don't want tah fight with ya over Rarity's affections, but Ah ain't goin' tah stop liking her; just like how ya probably can't just suddenly stop likin' her.” Spike pouted before growling briefly as he swatted away Applejack's empathetic hoof that had been placed during her little speech.

“Well, just because we both like her doesn't mean that I'm going to take it easy on you!” Spike glared one last time at the older mare before running into the orchard, taking the most direct route home from where they had been talking.

Applejack watched dejectedly from under an apple tree, before turning her gaze toward the red barn only to start in surprise at finding a gray-white unicorn looking back in unease. Rarity hadn't meant to stop moving but the tense atmosphere around the two talking had drawn her eye and apprehension. She was torn between going to comfort them or to allow them privacy, though she hadn't needed to make a choice when she saw the sadness in green eyes and slumped shoulders at the end.

The farmer was upset at how the conversation went, especially the hurt that had shone in green eyes before filling with tears, and couldn't bring herself to leave the comforting shades of the tree even when the fashion mare sat next to her.

"... Darling? Is, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just fine...” Rarity needn't see the obvious sign of lying to know that everything was not fine.

“But, darling, Harvest Feast went fine in the end, what more could be wrong? Surely it was a sign that everything will go well for your family this season?” Applejack sighed wearily, sorting through the evening and the talk afterwards to make sure that this statement was mostly true before answering.

"Yes, the dinner went well an' mah family an' Ah should be able tah do ah lot of work this winter. But Ah may have messed up somethin' else with this new fight with Spike...” Rarity frowned at this, knowing that the orange mare was one of the friendliest ponies around and even if she was a touch stubborn, she would do anything to help her friends.

“Surely it's not all that bad....” The unicorn trailed off as the earth pony shook her head dejectedly.

“Ah may have tah try not tah annoy him much more but Ah won't be able tah help it... The reason why we aren't gonnah be gettin' along? It's too important for me tah give it up...” Rarity frowned, never having heard such determination from her friend before.

“Oh? Perhaps I could help with this...?”

“No Rarity, Ah'll let ya know about it when the time comes... But not right now... Ah don't think Ah'm ready or... or what's so important is either...” The alabaster unicorn grew intrigued by this vagueness but could tell she wasn't going to gather much more from the other mare.

“Alright, if you're sure darling... Come, we still have some things that must be cleaned up.” Applejack nodded slowly, getting up from her seat with hardly a sound though it took her longer than usual to do so.

Together with the other members of the Apple Family, they got the barn back into its usual condition and cleaner than it was before (something that was in part due to the unicorn's help). Due to the late time, Applejack was quick to offer her services of escorting the prim mare back home, which was greatly appreciated and accepted.

Both mares spent that night thinking of what had transpired and trying to understand what it could possibly mean, spending the rest of the evening wide awake as they both separately worried for their futures.

Author's Notes:

Sorry for the long wait you guys, this is a dozy of a long chapter! And I whine about how long these things get, a lot Gwg has to put up with my whining about it, so let us be eternally grateful to his help and willingness to put up with my complains while writing. I can't help it, I like to complain and think it's funny at times.

Also, Nebulae will be taking a look over this as well, so hopefully there aren't as many mistakes, though please keep in mind the more I write, the less I notice of mistakes (same goes for Gwg, it's just a lot to read). Please feel free to comment on anything you find wrong (or even just feels odd/written oddly) or heck, any comments would be nice. I like hearing how you guys are liking/disliking the chapters.

And there was something else... but I can't remember what... I'm sure it will come to me eventually

Chapter 12 - Just the right amount of drama

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Start of December, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

It was a beautiful day in Ponyville; the sun shining, the birds chirping, and a slight crisp in the air that hinted to the on coming winter. The local fashionista was working on her spring line for the upcoming year; that is, if she ever managed to find the proper inspiration.

“Ooooh! All these designs are just dreadful!” The alabaster unicorn levitated various sketches and looked them over with close scrutining eye before dismissing each one.

“Too garish... Too plain...! Not enough color... Too much color...! Oh, these will never work!” With a flair of her magic, Rarity flung the papers into the air while she and slammed her head into her hooves. “I simply must find my inspiration! This calls for drastic measures: time for a trip to the spa!” As the fashion mare rose quickly from her sprawling position, she began to hum to herself as she stepped out of the workroom and down the stairs, pleased with her plan.

Just as she was about to head out with enough bits for the 'usual', the fashion designer noticed a stack of envelopes just inside the doorway with a raised intrigued brow.

“Oh, mail's a little early today; let's see who's calling for my attention? Bills, a postcard from parents' trip that finally arrived... What's this?” With a curious frown, the light-gray unicorn set aside the other letters to focus on a pale-tan one that had not been processed by the post office with a single line of text on the front, stating 'To Rarity'.

Knowing that hoof-made invitations in this town usually only came from a certain hyperactive mare, Rarity opened the invitation carefully and well away from herself; assuming some kind of explosion was to follow. When only a ticket and menu floated down (and without any kind of sound), the gray-white mare hummed in surprise and levitated all three over for a closer inspection.

Flowing cursive that hinted at magical means spread across the inside, giving a high class feel to the bubbly and obviously Pinkie dictated words; blue eyes sped across the letter as she read while standing in the center of the front lobby, the other pieces of mail forgotten as they rested on the table nearby.

‘Dear Rarity, please make sure you're completely free December 7th for a totally awesome and classy day planned.

You should find inside here (and if you're reading this then you must have found them, unless you have x-ray vision!) the ticket to the cool and really dramatic play; after which we will be going to this really cool chef who used to work for Princess Celestia and now has a famous restaurant, Fragrance of Rosebuds. We'll meet you at the train station at high noon on the 7th, your friends: Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Spike, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash.’

Along the bottom of the note were Pinkie, Twilight, Applejack, Spike, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash's signatures which had been squished into the space that remained, much to Rarity's amusement. Considering how the proposed date was only a few days away, the light-gray mare decided that she would give herself a vacation of sorts. As a gift to herself for her birthday, a trip to the spa would do nicely to start it all off.

As she walked through the mildly busy streets, Rarity heard an accented call that caused a smile to rapidly form and her heart to flutter in place.

“Hey there sugarcube, where ya goin' so early in the mornin'? Aren't ya usually busy with yer designs an' dresses right about now?”Applejack was hooked up to the apple stand on her way to the market for a day of sales. Rarity began to also walk in that direction so she wouldn't hold the farmer up as they conversed.

“Normally this is true but I received that very.... interesting invitation and decided to merely relax until the day of the appointment.” Applejack stared firmly ahead, trying to appear relaxed though she glanced anxiously at the unicorn from the corner of her eye.

“Ya-ya liked what we got all planned then? Did... did ya take a look at the restaurant? Was it uh... fancy enough for ya?” Rarity beamed at the nervous farmer as they continued to walk towards the slowly busier market.

“Oh darling, it seems so magnifique! I'm sure it will be lovely; afterall it is a birthday party with all my friends, I couldn't ask for more!” Applejack grinned while her stance relaxed as she pulled, though her gaze mostly remained forward much to the unicorn’s confusion.

“Darling, is something the matter?”

“Huh? Oh, no Ah'm fine sugarcube. Just thinkin'.” The unicorn stared curiously at the earth pony, trying to find if that was the truth and finding no hint of the farmer's 'tell'.

“If you say so... Working the stand today?” Applejack checked the area for where she was heading and pulled to the far side of the market where the Apple family had a long standing permit to park their stand.

“Eeyup.” Rarity stood by as the orange farmer pulled the wooden box into place and with a firm kick, lifted the canvas and open the sides to present the various goods she had to offer.

Applejack stood in her post before the stand and looked at the crowd passing by as they fell silent. When she caught sight of a light-gray mare standing nearby, the blonde maned farmer gave a small start of surprise, having thought Rarity would have gone already since the fashionable mare often liked to chatter and assumed that she went on her way after the unusual silence.

Rarity had found herself distracted by what else could be done with a strong kick and stood near the farm mare in a slight daze, something that drew Applejack's concern glance after realizing that she was still there.

“Rarity? Ya ok there?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes, I'm fine Applejack; why do you ask?”

“'Cause ya said yer were goin' tah relax, probably at the spa right...? Ain't it that way? On the other side of the market?” Rarity blinked out of her daze and glanced in the direction of the spa which was indeed on the opposing side of the market place. They had actually passed it as Applejack went to set up shop and Rarity hadn't even glanced towards it as they walked.

The fashionista looked back to the farmer with wide eyes and sheepish smile as she wove a hoof through her mane.

“Oh, yes, that's true... I suppose I must be going then. I'll see you later, Applejack.” With a tip of the stetson as a means of farewell, Rarity turned in place and went for her hopefully relaxing spa treatment.

Even as the twin earth ponies worked a special kind of magic to relax others, Rarity found herself wondering at a certain blonde mare's sudden inability to focus on her entirely since the large dinner they had with the Apple Family and their friends.

(It's not that hard to look at somepony when they’re talked to you, is it? I may not be absolutely fabulous in the morning, but I always present my best self for the world... Would a little appreciation be too much to ask for? Honestly... But enough of such thoughts! I am going to enjoy my lovely break and plan what would be the best thing to have at Fragrance of Rosebuds... Will Applejack be ok at such a high class restaurant...?)

The pale-gray unicorn spent the rest of her day at the spa trying to keep her mind from pondering how well the day trip would go, to little success. Later, she headed to her parents’ home for dinner that night, as was planned and as a means to let her family know of the changes that would take place.

The two adult unicorns were more than willing to have the birthday party they planned set for a later time that day, though they offered to come to the dinner with the friends which was vigorously declined.

In an attempt to allow the inspiration to flow, Rarity began to travel around the town for the next few days with a sketch book in her magical grip. She went from park to cafe to library to market place trying to find some kind of spark though she soon gave this last location up as a distraction instead, finding that she spent a lot of her time near the apple stand, watching apples and bits being exchanged rapidly. As the fussy unicorn turned rapidly to head back to her shop to reorganize her collection of ribbons, she didn't notice two apple green orbs watched her every step until she was out of easy line of sight nor the sigh that followed.

“Howdy Pinkie, Twilight, Rarity got that there letter y'all sent.” Applejack strode into the large treehouse where the couple was relaxing on the first floor, reading a book together as they sat next to one another.

At the announcement Pinkie hopped up and bounced over in excitement, peering closely at the other earth pony's face.

“OooooOO! Did she like the ideas? Did she did she did she?” Twilight watched bemused from the dark-blue cushion as Spike entered the room with a tray of snacks silently before turning just as quickly to leave without acknowledging the farmer's presence.

“Eeyup, she said that they were jus' right an' she was lookin' forward to it.” As Pinkie grinned even further at the description, Applejack watched in pensive worry as the drake seemed determined to not greet or speak with her.

“See? And you were worried that she wouldn't like your suggestions!” Pinkie waved a hoof towards Applejack in assurance. As the farmer gazed at the large smile, Twilight also spoke up as she offered her own encouragement.

“Yes, and it is a good balance between the higher class that Rarity likes and the normal day to day things that most of us enjoy at the same time. I'm sure it will be fine, no need for any concern.” The studious mare stood and made her way over to stand with her marefriend, smiling reassuringly to the farmer who dipped her head in acknowledgment of their arguments.

“Sure thin', Ah'll be fine. Ah'll leave ya tah yer date time, have ah nice day.” The couple waved goodbye briefly before Twilight looked to the kitchen where squinting green-reptile eyes stared at the retreating blonde.

“Spike...?” Without a word, the young dragon turned and went up the stairs to check on his own efforts to impress the prim and proper unicorn, leaving the two mares below to share confused glances.

“Do you think he'll be ok? Maybe I should go check on him...”

“I dunno Twilight, he may have gone to his super hidden stash of secretiveness and you know how no one likes to have somepony bother them when they're doing something secretive!” Purple eyes blinked in silent confusion before Twilight shook her head in amusement at her marefriend's usual quirkiness.

“I see; in that case, why don't we continue where we left off?” Pinkie smiled even wider and nodded rapidly before giving a single hop back to the cushion and patted the space next to her in invitation.

When the 7th came around, Rarity was in an odd state of nerves and relaxation. Torn between worrying of a return of the odd, not true to herself Applejack and relaxed almost to the state of boredom; having taken the last two days off from work and doing nothing but unwinding from it all. It was with only slight apprehension that Rarity arrived right on the dot to the train station that was situated a block out of town.

As the pale-gray mare stepped up to question the ticket pony if he had seen her friends nearby, the distinct sound of a party cannon being fired drew her attention the left and found her friends all appearing out of nowhere.

“Surprise! We totally already have your train ticket silly!” As Rarity trotted over, the hyperactive party mare hopped in place while the librarian floated over the ticket to the other unicorn before pushing the cannon out of the way.

“Indeed, we have everything all set for you, all you need to do is enjoy the day.” The six friends smiled appreciatively to the unicorn who ‘aww’ed in thanks.

“Thank you darlings, this means a lot to me... Is the cannon coming along?” The fashion mare raised an inquisitive brow to the pink object only to smile at Twilight's eye roll as she pushed it further away.

“Pinkie insisted that we started the day with a 'bang'. It will be staying here in Ponyville while we head to Canterlot for the day.” Rarity smiled at the enthusiasm of the party planner and followed the group onto the light purple train.

The train trip was spent discussing what the play was going to be like since they had tried to find a more action packed play to account for those less inclined for over-theatrics, having settled on Peter Colt; a play about a colt who never wanted to grow up. It had enough drama for the likes of Rarity and even Fluttershy, with enough action for Rainbow Dash and Applejack to enjoy.

It was an old time classic that featured hopeless romance, the youth’s stubborn pride, and missed opportunities. Applejack unfortunately knew quite a lot of what that felt like and sympathized with the lead female character more than she thought; though she planned to act otherwise in the theater.

When they reached the large theater, they arrived early enough that there was no issue in reaching their seats even though it was soon a full house. They spent the first few minutes chatting softly with one another as the rest of the house filled with other families of Canterlot. Due to the nature of the play, not as many snobbish ponies were present for the show; more of the theater filled with foals of ranging ages to enjoy the classic children's tale.

As the seven friends watched the performance from the middle row Rarity hardly noticed what the others were doing as she was absorbed into the play along with some miniature sniffles at various touching moments. Rainbow Dash was thoroughly enjoying the action sequences, though Fluttershy made sure to not watch at those times. Pinkie reacted in similar manner to all the foals in audience, gasping at the shocking moments, crying at the sadder parts and stomping vigorously to prove her belief in fairies when it came time for them to do so; along with Spike who was quickly entranced into the play with the other younger audience members. The rest of the group noticed this in amusement, though they didn't try to correct any of the behavior.

Once it was over, they joined the rush of the crowd out the door that went slowly due to parents making sure the family stuck together. As an attempt to combat the more impatient nature of Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy had encouraged her to describe the various fighting scenes while Pinkie rambled on to her marefriend about the entire play. As they made their slow way outside, Spike tried to keep the alabaster unicorn's attention with gushing about the show; something that was only half given as Rarity found herself wondering at Applejack's silence at the back of the group.

“That was really cool how Peter Colt was able to fool those pirates into thinking he was Claw, huh?”

“Yes, it was quite amazing. Don't you think so Applejack?” The farmer gave a start at suddenly being addressed while Spike frowned at the orange mare from behind Rarity's back, unbeknownst to her as she cast her gaze to the mare at the end of the group.

“Su-sure was sugarcube.” Rarity frowned at the shaky smile but was deterred from her search of answers by a call from their leader who had gathered everyone around herself just beyond the doorway.

“Alright everyone! We should head over to the restaurant now, we have a special table reserved for us!” As the group gave a small cheer, the fashionista lost her chance to question the farm mare as Applejack sped up to help lead the way to the next location.

While Spike tried to regain her attention Rarity became distracted by the location they were slowly walking up to. It was a long building that only rose a story off the ground with columns that lined the outside and on either side of the archway leading into the restaurant. The clear windows allowed for light to shine through, adding to the ambiance of the establishment. The brown-gray imitation stone of the walls were topped with a low sloping red slate roof. A sign hung down from above the large wooden door that read ‘Fragrance of Rosebuds’.

Twilight stepped smartly up to the maître d’ and stated that they had a table under the reservation of Rarity the Magnificent; a title that drew a light blush from the mare in question. Seeing the satisfied smirk, Applejack grew one of her own; she was happy to see that Rarity liked the title but a glance towards a frowning Spike caused her to frown as well.

The fashionista gazed happily to her friends as they moved through the establishment and just barely caught the farmer starting to frown; she couldn’t question it, however, as they were ushered to the table that was near the fireplace that helped to give an old time feel to the restaurant.

The seven friends sat and quickly looked over the menu that they knew which made the ordering process much easier. As the waiter left to place their order Rarity turned to her friends with a smile as she described her pleasure at the outing.

“I simply cannot thank you enough for today, you girls are the best friends a mare could ask for.” While everyone smiled to the unicorn, Pinkie bounced rapidly in place before shifting forward with a large smile, unable to hold back more birthday news for the mare of the day.

“Silly! You haven't even gotten to the presents yet! You have to wait until after that to go and say those kinds of things!”

“Darling, you needn't get me anything, today has been a lovely gift.” Rainbow crossed her hooves as she leaned back in place with a smirk as she retorted to that statement.

“Yeah well that's too bad, we got you something anyways.” Rainbow leaned back in her seat while Applejack snorted at the words. The orange mare was about to comment when Twilight waved to her with a smile, causing the farmer to freeze in place.

“Applejack has already helped and given part of her gift in this instance; she helped to find this amazing restaurant and suggested going to a play before hoof.” Most of those sitting at the table turned to focus on the now blushing farm mare who rubbed at her head in bashfulness.

“Sucks, it ain't nothin'...”

“Darling, you mustn't say that! They are lovely ideas, and I appreciate it very much. How did you learn of this simply fabulous new location?”

“Yeah AJ, how did you know of this place? I would have thought it's too frou-frou for you; I didn't know you liked plays!” The cyan pegasus stuck her tongue out at the earth pony only to get an annoyed frown in return.

“Ah knew 'bout this place because Barnyard Bargains went and got a contract with 'em to help supply the freshest foodstuff they can, an' they came to OUR farm tah buy OUR apples! An' who says Ah can't like ah little play now an' then?” Rarity frowned at the sudden shiftiness of the orange mare as Rainbow continued to rag on her about such refine tastes.

“Ha! I bet you'll be dressing up in all sorts of frilly little things that nopony can ever breath in let alone wear.”

“Now listen here Rainbow!” Applejack started to stand as she set her hooves on the table, determined to make the other stop bothering her but couldn't prevent the brash mare's next sentence.

“Why are you so into all this high-class snobbish stuff anyways? I thought you were a 'normal' pony like yours truly.” As Rainbow held a hoof to her chest, she peered at the orange farmer across the table, wondering where all this sudden interest and knowledge came from; a fact that Rarity had also wondered about but didn't say previously due to its tactless nature.

While Dash was soon being chastised by Fluttershy on her left, Applejack was facing similar scrutiny from the pale-gray unicorn on her right.

“Rainbow Dash that wasn't very nice-”

“Applejack, dear, you don't have to worry too much about it-”

“Hey! I'm only asking what we're all thinking!”

“Ah ain't worried 'bout nothin'...”

“I just want to know what brought this sudden knowledge and desire to do frou-frou prissy stuff.”

“... Applejack, darling...”

“Rainbow, she may not want to say-”

“Ain't nothin' wrong!” This last sentence was firmly and almost loudly stated, drawing silence from the others just in time for the waiter to come with the rounds of drinks and appetizers.

Silence reigned for the duration of the start of their meal before Twilight tried to edge it back into the safer waters. They were able to keep the conversation going without too much stress or tension, though Rarity always kept an single eye on the farmer who decided to return to being silent for the rest of the meal.

The chef specialized in making even the most plain dishes into masterpieces; often showing that even the most simple dish could be delicious. The group of friends actually had the chance to meet the chef himself since he liked to get out of the kitchen and meet the customers. When the unicorn cook found that it was Rarity's birthday, he insisted that he make a cake for them to enjoy; much to the delight of the group though they tried to offer payment that was stoutly declined since it was for a birthday.

“It iz a pleazure madam, to zerve a guezt a cake to 'elp celebrate the day of their birth.” The daisy-bush unicorn gave Rarity a soft peck on her hoof as he bowed, drawing the ire of both Spike and Applejack while Rarity tittered at the attention.

“Why, thank you kind sir...” As blue eyes turned back to the table at large, it was to the fashionista's incomprehension that two gazes suddenly found themselves locked onto the table before them.

The awkward moment didn't last long as Pinkie was quickly almost too excited for the cake that was presented to them, helping to divvy out the two layer marble cake with triple chocolate icing. Once only crumbs were left, the group of friends found themselves almost too stuffed to move, making the next course of action all too clear. Within moments they had paid for their meal and were soon back on the train for home.

The ride wasn't all that awkward as the topic had returned back to the play they had seen earlier in the day, with Rainbow and Pinkie being the loudest members to discuss it. When they got home a few hours later, Rarity was about to head home when Pinkie hopped in front of her, blocking the way with a single hoof.

“Where are you going party gal?! This party isn't over till the cake is eaten!” Rarity raised a single brow at this and was soon wrapped up in a pink hoof that pulled her along to her parents' home.

“But darling, we already had cake.” Pinkie paused in her actions while the others chuckled at the retort, not having expected to actually have cake at such a higher class restaurant.

“Well, yeah, but we still have another cake with actual candles on it and everything that has to be eaten! So it's still the same thing.” With a decisive nod, the party pony lead the way once more while the gray-white mare grew more and more apprehensive with every step of the way about what was going to happen, trying to get out of what was coming if only in feeble manner.

“Pinkie dear, we're not by chance... Going to my parents' home?”

“Yep!”

“But, this late, surely a party as big as you are planning would be too much for the neighborhood...?”

“Nope nope nope! This will be perfectly fine and dandy!” The others giggled at Pinkie's enthusiasm, not attempting to help the unicorn escape the hyper mare's grasp.

“Darling, couldn't we have the party anywhere else...?”

“Rarity, Rarity, Rarity... This is the absolutely best possible place for gift giving and partying! 'Cause then you get all the presents at once and we get to see it and everything! It's perfect!” Rarity rolled her eyes in amusement with a small smirk, giving in to the soon to be mortifying event about to take place.

As the group entered the building, the light-gray fashionista found her family set up in the center of the living room with large smiles as they waited. Once they had all assembled everyone, even those who came in with the birthday girl, shouted their well wishes to Rarity's bemusement.

“Surprise sugar pie! Knew we'd see you again before the night was done!” Magnum chuckled at the stock still unicorn as all her friends and family pulled out the gifts from behind the couch and other hiding places.

“Here Rarity, you have to open mine first!” Sweetie Belle rushed to her sister's side, carrying the small box on her back. This only start all the other gifts to be brought over until the original party mare put a stop to it with a sharp hoof and shout.

“HOOOLD IT! Cake always comes first! Otherwise the candles would melt! And don't you worry your purple maned head, I just added lots of candles 'cause it looks really pretty!” Rarity stared on in bewilderment at the cake that was overflowing with candles and graciously accepted the excuse of not saying exactly how old she was turning, blowing out the candles in the most lady-like fashion she could.

Each guest came after the large white cake had been distributed and took turns giving the birthday mare their gifts, even as Rarity constantly said how it didn't matter nor was it needed.

“Awww, Sweetums, that's rather sweet of you...” The older sibling lifted up the hoof-made card and corresponding bead necklace, reading the touching note on the inside that wished her a happy birthday and hopefully many more to come.

“I made it in arts and crafts a couple of weeks ago at school! I didn't get a cutie mark for it though...” As Sweetie Belle mournfully glanced at her still blank flank, Rarity gave her a brief hug with a small titter of laughter.

“I'm sure you'll get it someday.” The fashion mare glanced beyond her sister to find her parents waiting next in line, levitating an envelope and a small green jar.

“We got this during our trip to Las Pegasus, it's all the latest for relaxation.” Pearl hoofed over the jar while Magnum gave the envelope as well.

“And we know how much you like that spa, so we went and got you an all expense paid visit for whenever you want.”

“Thank you mother, father. I'm sure I'll make use of these soon.” As the older couple turned away, they found games had been set up while they weren't looking and joined their youngest daughter in a game of snakes and ladders as they awaited for the other gifts to be opened.

Next to step up was the newer couple. Twilight presented a wrapped gift that suspiciously looked like a book. Pinkie, on the other hoof, was holding a box that suspiciously smelled of delicious treats.

"I know how sometimes trends of the past can influence the future, so I thought you would like this reference guide...”

“And I wanted to be sure you'd have enough sugar to read through it and not fall asleep!” Lavender ears tipped back as Twilight started to offer a replacement gift only to be stopped by a hug from Pinkie, who had seen the dejected glance of the unicorn and took rapid action to combat the despair.

“I'm just kidding Twilight! I love it when you read me to sleep!” Rarity shook her head at the display and thanked them all the same. Behind them stood Fluttershy who had to almost push the brash pegasus forward with her as they presented their own gifts.

“I-I got you this set of rare teas... My animal friends found the different leaves and helped to make the gift for you, so it's more of a gift from them and me, if you don't mind that is...”

“Not at all darling! I was running low and this promises to be an interesting experience.” Both mares looked at the cyan pegasus who tried to appear nonchalant as she winged over a pair of tickets.

“I won these by being totally awesome, but I don't do prissy things like 'derbies'; though with how AJ's been acting, she might want to go with you.” Rainbow smirked towards the farmer, confident that this would annoy her further and start the earlier argument up once more. Applejack, however, wasn’t paying attention as she frowned towards the ground, her mind not focused on her surroundings.

Before anyone could call for Applejack's attention, Spike stepped up proudly with a box held out in his claws. With a brief smile at the young dragon, Rarity levitated the box open to pull out a trio of diamonds waiting for her on the inside, one much larger than the two others as they sat on a deep purple cushion.

“I got these especially for you Rarity...” Spike twisted his claws nervously while Rarity cooed at the purity and clarity of them before sitting it aside to give the youth a brief hug.

“Oooh, Spikey-Wikey, thank you! It's lovely dear, I shall make good use of them for one of my own pieces.” The purple drake grinned once more before turning and knocked into the orange mare behind him, something that went almost unnoticed by the light-gray unicorn who had glanced back only in time to see that Applejack was knocked aside slightly and frowned in response to this before stepping up to the birthday mare.

“H-hey there sugarcube; Ah know it ain't much but Ah got ya ah paintin' ya may like. It, it was in our attic an' we weren't gonnah use it, so Ah figured ya might want it...” Rarity opened the brown wrapping to unveil a painting of the town with apple orchard on the left and Everfree Forest on the right, casting it all in a strange and appealing light that drew the eye and make it seem all the more positive. “Ah know ya got all them pictures already, but it was pretty fancy an'...”

“Darling, it's lovely, thank you!” Applejack flushed as she received a hug for her troubles, before coughing lightly and pulling away.

“Glad ya like it, ya let me know if ya need help puttin' it up.” With a pleased flash in blue eyes, Rarity beamed towards the earth pony before dipping her head in acceptance. With a flip of her mane, the alabaster unicorn led them both further inside towards where the large stack of games were placed.

“Of course darling! Come, let us not waste the evening!”

Even though Rarity started to play some of the offered games with Applejack, the gaming partners often changed as one or the other would win. Spike seemed determined to remain near the fashion mare however and tried his hardest to not be the first loser in order to stay by Rarity’s side. Applejack often stayed silent and further away whenever the drake was present; a fact that was not lost to the mare of the day. One that she was resolute in discovering the reason, no matter what kind of measures it took.

As the evening wore on, the youngest of the partiers were the first to fall prey to the land of dreams. It was after Spike had fallen asleep while getting more punch and Sweetie Belle while moving her game piece on the board map before her that the older ponies started to call it a night. As the last of the guests left (namely Twilight, Pinkie and Spike), Rarity placed a delicate hoof onto a strong orange should in attempt to prevent Applejack from leaving as well. As the blonde farmer tilted her head with a questioning gaze, Rarity silently floated some of her gifts into the air surrounded by a sparkly blue hue.

“Could you be a dear and help me carry some of these back to my boutique? It's awful late and one shouldn't walk alone through the dark night, laden with multitudes of gifts to tempt thieves.” Green eyes glanced to the door where the local librarian and her assistant just left from and nodded with a smirk.

“Sure thin' Rarity, Ah'll walk ya home.” The unicorn placed most of the objects onto the strong orange back and held the smaller pieces in her magic before both mares bid the married couple goodnight and exited the two storied home.

As the two mares walked through the quiet town, the prim mare was tempted to break the heavy silence but knew that what she planned to ask wasn’t suitable for anypony on the street to hear, even if it was close to midnight. Applejack, Rarity was distressed to see, focused her trouble gaze on the street as she soldiered onward, never once glancing towards the unicorn at her side as they traveled the lonely pathways.

The sight of the large carousel like dress shop brought different kinds of relief to each of the mares; one was pleased with the chance to quickly discover what was causing the unusual behavior of the generally friendly mare while the other was happy at the chance to finish the errand and return home to plan out the best course of action concerning the small dragon. Applejack was tired of the cold behavior between Spike and herself and felt guilty for having fallen for the same mare as him, and wanted to try and figure out how to fix it all. While Rarity knew nothing of the reason for the silence, she was determined to find the cause and set everything back to normal.

As they entered the light blue dress shop, Rarity used her magic to open the door for them and to shut it after the orange mare had entered, to Applejack's slight discomfort as she was hoping to make a quick getaway.

“Whe-where'd ya want these sugarcube?” The fashionista smiled at the question and waved a hoof towards the back of the lobby as she set the smaller gifts onto a nearby table.

“Right over there would be marvelous darling... Good, now we may get down to business...” The blonde farmer paused as she was straightening, worried about the tone of stubbornness that sounded from behind her.

“Wha-what do ya mean?” The dressmaker marched sternly up to the unsure earth pony with a firm glint in her eyes.

“I mean darling, I may now ask in the privacy of my house what is going on between you and Spikey-Wikey.” Applejack flinched at the term of endearment and glanced to the side.

“Ah'm not sure what ya mean by that...” Rarity stood even closer, unwilling to let the farmer look away and try to lie anymore.

“Applejack, I know you lied during dinner time about your reasons for your recent behavior! And you and Spike have not spoken a word to one another all day! For all I know this silence has been going on since that fight -” as orange ears tipped back in trepidation, the unicorn loudly gasped with a single step back that caused the blonde farmer to flinch as the answer came to the dramatic mare.

“-at Harvest Feast! Darling, say it isn't so?” Rarity paused with a dramatic hoof to her forehead as she stared back with wide, concerned eyes; Applejack sighed in resignation and decided to go with the little half-truths that she was willing to talk about.

“Me an' Spike just don't agree right now...”

“But dear, why ever not? It is not good to fight with friends for almost a month!”

“Ah know, Ah know, but Ah just haven't gotten ah chance tah talk with him about it.” As an orange hoof waved to assure the fashion mare, Rarity frowned suspiciously as she posed her next question.

“What are you two fighting about again?” Blue eyes squinted as Applejack blinked before turning her gaze away once more, her muzzle scrunching up as she debated lying this one time; before the apple farmer could decide one way or another, Rarity decided to lay on the theatrics in an attempt to get the truth; with a huff and the other hoof to her temple, the gray-white mare leaned back as though struck.

“I see! I am not as much a friend as I thought we were!”

“What!? Rarity, that ain't true-”

“I would hope it was not true, but one can only assume such a thing when they are constantly told falsehoods!” Applejack was in shock at the over-dramatization happening before her that she could only stare on in slack-jawed stupor.

“Oh, but it cannot be helped! For Applejack, an untrusting and lying mare, has decided that she need not have such things as friends; fighting and lying to them in order to drive them off!” Being called a liar twice in a row drew an annoyed retort from the farmer, even as she tried to desperately figure out what she should or shouldn't say.

“Ah ain't ah liar an' Ah do like tah have friends! Ah thought we were friends!” Rarity threw the orange mare a disbelieving gaze before switching hooves and leaning to the other side as she continued.

“Alas! If we were friends, you wouldn't lie during dinner about why you have such a sudden interest in fashion and high society!” The light-gray mare leaned forward suddenly with a fiery blaze in her eyes that caused the other mare to take a step back; seeing that Applejack couldn't find anything to say, Rarity felt her heart clench at the sad and dejected form before her and continued with her act in order to get something, anything from the other mare.

“I hadn't realized that our friendship was so fragile, your feelings so weak for what we share that you cannot bring yourself to talk with friends about the problems you face! I suppose that is all we are to you-”

“Ah-Ah was-”

“-is a means to sell apples! A way to get away from the farm only for a moment before returning like the unsociable mare you are! Heartlessly doing as you please, knowing that our so called bonds of friendship are actually nothing to you!”

“Ah was tryin' tah impress ya!”

“But I suppose you thought that we wouldn't notice or care if you truly felt this way! Well, you are wrong! On ALL accounts! None of us, myself included, would want to see you face problems on your own and I am sure that no matter what the reason is, Spike holds no real anger towards you; he's such a sweet little thing, he wouldn't harm a fly even!” Rarity had taken to pacing with extreme amounts of hoof waving as she ranted; as she prattled on about the young dragon's good points Applejack felt like perhaps she had indeed lost to him in terms of who the unicorn cared and thought about more, leading her to try one last thing to get the drama queen's attention.

“Ah really like ya an' Ah don't want tah just be friends!” Unfortunately, this exclamation went unnoticed as Rarity continued to flare about in the center of her store.

“-and he's had to do all the chores about the library, surely it was just from his exhaustion of working most of the day! Surely you would understand doing much the same? Though I suppose we're not good enough friends for you to even consider such a thing! But nooo! Miss Applejack of the high and mighty farmers feels that we aren't good enough to know about her true feelings and reasoning! If that is truly so, you might as well leave now and save us all the heartache of caring for such a heartless mare that was once known as a good friend named Applejack!”

The mare being chastised merely sighed quietly to herself, realizing that her statement went unheeded and that perhaps it would be best if she just left.

(Ah guess, we are too different tah be together... Ah better give up on these here feelings then, save mahself 'heartache'... Don't seem tah be workin' though...) Without a word to the ranting mare, Applejack left the shop, trying to hide the tears that threatened to fall; she wasn't able to stop them completely as a single tear fell as she rushed to the door and exited just as rapidly, the sound of the slamming door drawing Rarity's attention as she looked about herself.

“Applejack? Darling...? Did she just leave without so much as a goodbye?! How rude...!”

(...Well, perhaps I did go a bit far; as if we would ever consider her a heartless mare or not a very dear friend... I better make sure that this is all cleared up soon, I wouldn't want to lose her as a friend...) As the unicorn stood in the center of her front lobby, trying to quell the pain she felt at the prospect of losing such a dependable pony as a friend, Rarity suddenly felt the need to draw and levitated her sketch book over. As large amounts of flowing lines appeared, the fashion designer suddenly grew excited as more ideas appeared to her, escaping from the pencil in her grip readily.

“Yes, with a little flow there, a train there, light touches of swirls over here....! This, this shall revolutionize the very nature of a spring line! Ooh, this is wonderful...! All because of... The relaxation I did over the past few days? Yes, that must be it!” With a return to the sudden fever of creativity, Rarity didn't seem to notice how each of her new lines had some blonde, orange or green reminiscent of a certain mare in them, nor how it truly seemed to shout spring with the abstract designs of trees and apple blooms hidden away in each dress.

Chapter 13 - A Day at the Races

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Mid December, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

The distraught unicorn paced in the front lobby of her store, ponniquins with finished dresses showcasing her latest spring line resting along one wall. Her every step was a demonstration of being annoyed, distress emanating from her every movement. It had been days since the pale-gray mare's birthday and she had been absorbed with her sudden inspiration, leaving her no time to check with any of her friends nor for her friends to be able to speak with her.

The blame for her current damsel-in-distress act resided solely on a certain orange earth pony; one who left without a single goodbye, to the seamstresses dismay. Rarity frowned as she continued her circular route, glancing to where the some of the presents still remained; in particular where a large painting rested on the floor.

(Didn't dear Applejack say how she would help put this painting up? I know I've been busy these last few days, but surely that doesn't excuse her from not visiting. She should be finished most of the work at the farm... Perhaps I should go and find her.)

Rarity nodded resolutely and gave one last glance to the store around her. When she found nothing out of place, she smirked at her latest line before exiting the boutique. After making sure to lock up properly, the fashionista took a deep breath of the fresh air and happily trotted into the center of town. She hadn't realized how very stuffy her own room had been due to the furious pace she worked at. Stepping lightly through the crowds, she mused silently to herself about what may be keeping the apple farmer and why she hadn’t visited earlier.

The afternoon was another quiet one without some drastic event or encounter clogging the streets with fleeing ponies. Rarity exited her shop to find plenty of room to leisurely stroll through and no obstacles that could give her issue as she reflected inwards. When she came close to the marketplace it was to her great unease to find Applejack calmly working the apple stand that day. The farmer appeared eerily calm and disinterested in her surroundings as she stood by the green cart; a drastic change from how she would normally sell the family’s harvest.

Applejack was normally among the loudest voices heard over the din, shouting praises for their apple themed products and greeting every other pony that walked by. Today, the orange farmer seemed to barely acknowledge those around her. She appeared to be lost in thought, a hazy glaze to her eyes. Rarity found herself frozen in place, mind gone blank at the radical change in the farmer’s demeanour.

The unicorn stood a few paces away, unable to move as she watched the scene before her unfold. A pony stepped up silently for an apple and tossed the correct bits onto the counter, receiving a tip of the hat before they went on their way, each putting their new acquisition away. No sounds were heard, no pleasantry exchanged, and the whole sale took no longer than a few seconds. Rarity's mouth dropped a few inches, eyes widening slightly at the slowly frowning farmer before she felt her legs pulling her rapidly forward.

“Applejack!” Orange ears flipped down as the accented voice floated over the crowd. The farmer closed her eyes tightly, hoping that it wasn't who she thought it was but knew in her heart of hearts that it could only be one pony.

“Applejack, whatever is the matter? Are you ill? Why are you working at all if you are not feeling well?” Rarity stood firmly before the other mare, eyes scanning the figure from top to bottom in concern.

The earth pony tugged her hat further onto her head, heart wrenching at the concern she was no longer sure was sincere. Applejack took a few calming breaths and kept her face neutral as possible; unwilling to show how hurt she was at what had been said and what was ignored for the sake of drama.

“Ah'm fine, just sellin' some apples.” Green eyes didn't lift from their target of wood and paint as she tried to end the discussion quickly. Rarity winced at the cold tone that hadn’t ever been directed at her before; the farmer had always been polite if not downright friendly with the designer.

“Are you sure? I haven't seen you lately, and you said you'd help with that lovely painting you gave me for my birthday...” Rarity watched anxiously, noticing how the other mare took another large intake of air before crossing her fore-hooves.

“Ah'm sure an' ya haven’t been out much yerself from what Ah heard...” Applejack tried to keep her voice from shifting even the slightest, knowing that any sign one way or the other could provoke another over-dramatization. Rarity frowned deeper at the monotone, casting a crucial eye on the farm mare's face as she tried to spot any sign of what might be wrong.

“Yes, I've just had the loveliest bout of inspiration as it were. After your rather rude exit, I found myself besieged with ideas for my latest line; I call it, Spring Fling! I can't wait to show you and the girls, though I was thinking of having another fashion show at a later date for the proper unveiling.” Rarity gushed about her latest work, at first not noticing the disbelieving brow from the orange mare only to see it towards the end of her musings.

“What is it, darling? Would you perhaps want to come over and see for yourself instead?” The gray-white unicorn raised a single brow of her own that caused the earth pony to frown instead, not liking the sudden shift in tone.

“No thanks, Ah'm mighty busy with gettin' the trees ready for winter and we got this here stand tah work in order to make it through the cold season. Did ya want anythin' or did ya just come tah remind me of how Ah'm ah no good lying unfriendly pony unworthy of yer time?” Applejack bit back the rest of her retort she wanted to say as Rarity continued to rub salt in her wounded heart and pride. She didn’t mean to lash out briefly at the mare she had tried so desperately to forget in the throes of overworking herself to the brink and fell silent instead.

Applejack thought back to the last three days of overworking herself that her grandmother insisted she work at the marketplace if she worked at all. The only benefit to such enthusiastic work was a target for well aimed kicks and being so tired that everything became numb. The brisk air helped rid her of the prissy mare's scent, a mix of fruity shampoos and lotions and of fresh mints used to keep clothes in proper condition. The biggest drawback, however, was the ringing silence that allowed for the drastic words to constantly circle the farmer's pained mind and heart, reinforcing her desire to give up completely on this foal's hope of a crush.

While Applejack attempted to calm down and forget about why she was stuck out in the market that day, Rarity had taken a half step back with a shocked gasp, a dainty hoof to her muzzle as she realized what might be causing the frosty edge she now found herself faced with.

“Applejack, I am so sorry. I didn't mean a word that I said -”

“Then why'd ya say it!?! It-Ah-those weren't the nicest things tah say to ah pony who just helped ya out!” The farm mare's control slipped a little further as she leaned forward with a small snarl on her mouth and sadness in her eyes. Rarity's own eyes teared up at the hurt she found in apple green orbs and stepped closer once more.

“I merely wanted to understand why you were acting so peculiar that day and was myself, a little hurt to know that you didn't consider me a close enough friend to confide in me.” Applejack closed her eyes at the fashion mare's words, pain racing through her even as she felt a glimmer of hope return. While the stetson wearing mare shook her head to try and clear her thoughts, Rarity took this chance to step even closer, edging around the cart in order to place a timid hoof on board muscular shoulders.

“Applejack, I am sorry that what I said hurt you and would do anything to show you that I do still want to be friends. I'm afraid the call of the theater held my mind at the time, aiding in my attempts to convince you to speak the truth.” The unicorn spoke softly, seeing the distress the farmer was now under as they spoke.

Applejack sucked in another shaky breath, the place where the light-gray hoof rested burning with warmth. She glanced up only to find bright blue eyes rather close to herself, tinted with pain of hurting a reliable friend. With a gusty sigh, the blonde mare shook her head with a sad chuckle.

“The truth huh...?” The sad words were so quiet that the fashionista had to tip her ears forward to try and catch it, only just barely hearing the fact that something was indeed said.

“Darling...?”

“...Uhm, it ain't nothin' Rarity... Did ya say somethin' about that painting ya got? Still haven't gotten it up yet or-or somethin'?” Applejack was torn between hoping that she had a chance or trying to at least get the gray-white unicorn out of her mane.

“Yes, I was hoping you could help me with putting up the painting you had given me... But I don’t want you to think I merely come to find you in order to get favors; I am sorry that what I said before hurt you... Is there anyway I could make it up to you?” Rarity leaned her head towards the other mare, trying to show how she did care and was not laying on the drama to help her cause.

The orange mare felt her resolve weaken as blue eyes gazed pleadingly towards her. Applejack pushed her hat more firmly on her head, blocking her sight briefly as she sighed while slumping in place. The unicorn felt her heart clench at the sight and was about to try another tactic when the farmer spoke with a wistful smirk.

“Alright Rarity, Ah just can't tell ya no. Ah'm workin' the stand today, but Ah can come by tomorrow, would that be ok with ya?” Applejack glanced up to check on the dramatic mare's reaction and found a relieved smile with a short nod.

“Yes, of course. Why don't we make an afternoon of it and have lunch, or perhaps even a dinner together? So I could show you how I regret making you ever feel like that.” Blue eyes sparkled with hope as she smiled softly to the surprised mare, growing ever happier as the blonde mare nodded hesitantly.

“...If ya say so. Did ya want me tah bring anythin' for it?” Applejack was taken aback at the lightly waving hoof as Rarity tittered at the suggestion.

“Of course not darling! I shall take care of everything; I just need you to stop by and put the art in a proper place with your-” Rarity cut herself off as she realized how her eyes rested on toned legs and back and was about to compliment them in a very different manner than one normally would use for a friend. Orange ears tipped forward at the unfinished sentence only to flip back when Applejack noticed the intent stare and sudden flustering of the mare.

“Er-sure thin'... Ah'll bring the tools an' see ya there for supper...?” The orange mare raised a single brow as she watched Rarity shake herself out of her stupor (in a lady-like manner of course) and shakily smiled in return.

(Now Applejack, don't get yer hopes up. Ya know she's too much drama for ya... Hay, just think back tah a few days ago; she was so lost in her own little world that she didn't even notice... Let's just, try an' get back tah bein' friends.)

“O-of course, until then!” Rarity tried to leave with proper dignity but could feel the light blush as she contemplated her actions and wandering gaze, prompting her to be faster than necessarily needed as she returned home.

(I know Applejack is strong for a mare, and strong for most ponies actually, but that does not mean I can go and stare in such an indecent manner. Honestly, it's not like I haven't noticed her... tone flanks... rippling muscles... beautiful ma-What is wrong with me?!? Honestly! I shouldn't be thinking of this sort of thing. I must find just the right way to apologize for what I've done. Now I know we've had a lot of tea in the past and Applejack seems to have a large appetite, probably to supply the needed energy for those large strong musc- ENOUGH. This is no way for a lady to act, especially since it concerns a friend. And I shall prove myself as a friend indeed by fixing whatever has come between us.)

The light-gray mare entered her store almost not seeing her surroundings as she began to search through her cabinets for ingredients to use for the large meal. Finding that she had lapsed in her usual trip to buy the needed food, Rarity bit her lip gently as she debated heading back out once more but decided with a deep breath that she would want to have the needed supplies instead of trying to protect her image. Accepting that she would merely come across as slightly odd or even forgetful, the prim mare levitated her best saddlebags and grabbed her change purse.

With her nose high into the air and acting as though it had been her intent the entire time, Rarity returned to the marketplace a second time. Even though no one cared about it, the prim unicorn tried to appear completely nonchalant about the trip and made sure her tone of voice reflected this. She even greeted Applejack again as though she had meant to come back once again.

“Hello Applejack, may I have five of your apples please?” Rarity focused on the red velvet purse as she requested the fruit, not seeing the unsure gaze of the orange earth pony before settling on being just as 'nonchalant'.

“Ho-howdy Rarity... Comin' right up. Ya-ya take care now ya hear?” Applejack tried on a smile and found it wasn't as nervous as she felt. Rarity noticed the grin and smiled back, happy to hear something the apple seller would normally say to her customers.

Rarity continued on her way, becoming thrilled to hear the sweet tones of the apple farmer shouting her wares once more, drawing more attention to the green cart and the apples residing there. The southern accent a symphony to gray-white ears, the unicorn couldn't hold back her pleased grin as she bought other fruits and vegetables needed for the meal she was already planning.

Finished with her shopping, the fashion unicorn returned to the boutique with a hop in her step. A sparkling blue hue surrounded the various goods as they floated across the kitchen to their rightful places while soft humming filled the room as the unicorn sketched more designs. Her trip outside seemed to help bring forth more inspiration, though she made sure to set aside enough time to plan out the apology meal.

The following day shown just as brightly as the one before, with barely a cloud on the horizon. Applejack was firmly told by her brother and grandmother that she was not to do any more physical labor, wanting to be sure she was rested from her three days of demanding labor. The blonde shook her head with a smirk, appreciating the care her family had for her and sat on a hill that faced the rising sun. The earth pony took deep, calming breaths as she tried to settle her mind and nerves at the prospect of seeing the fashionista so soon after trying to get over her feelings.

(Ya know ya can do this Applejack, it's just some grub an' helping the prissy mare put up ah picture. Just stayin' near her, seein' her and hearing her usual prissy nonsense... Ah better try and be as calm as possible...)

Both mares prepared for that evening in their own styles, one throwing herself into her fashion work and the other merely enjoying the nature around her. When the appointed time drew near, Applejack found herself dreading the chain yanking she was about to experience but knew she had to keep her word. Rarity seemed to depend on her more now, it wasn't right to just suddenly stop going. Even if she did break the farm pony's heart with her need for theatrics.

At the solid knocking, Rarity found herself skipping merrily towards the door with a hearty call.

“Coming darling!” With a quick thought and flick of her horn, the gray-white unicorn magicked open the door and smiled at the farmer who seemed more rested than the day before. Applejack gave a small smirk to the happier mare and tipped her hat in greeting.

“Howdy Rarity, how are ya doin'?” The orange mare followed the hostess through the front lobby, glancing around and spotting the finished line off to the side.

“Just marvelous darling, simply marvelous.” Rarity felt as though the very room was brighter as the two mares traveled towards the kitchen, mind already at work on how to get across her apology as they talked.

“Hey Rarity? Are those the dresses ya were talkin' about?” Applejack dipped her head towards the row of clothing, tilting her head as the colors seemed to remind her of something but couldn't put her hoof on it. The fashion mare paused in her strut and glanced to where her latest masterpiece rested with a pleased smirk.

“As a matter of fact, they are. Aren't they wonderful? What do you think of them?” The fashionista stepped closer to her work with a anxious glance to the farmer, knowing that Applejack often didn't see the purpose of fancy dresses.

“It's fine, seem kind of nice an' all...” The orange earth pony was still on guard, not wanting to be hurt nor start another fight. Unfortunately, her nearly flat response brought forth more worry from the fashion mare who rushed over to stare deeply into troubled green eyes.

“Applejack, take a seat right now.” Rarity jerked on her hoof while leading to the kitchen even faster than she was before, much to Applejack's surprise. She could feel the blush grow across her muzzle at the feeling of the gray-white hoof across her own; while the orange mare didn't want to feel anything for the other mare, it was hard when Rarity was actually being strong and not the usual wishy-washy drama.

“What are ya doin'?” Applejack held a hoof to her hat, which had almost been knocked off by the sudden movement before being pushed onto a chair. Before the farm pony could adjust to the sudden forcefulness, Rarity shoved her face close to the blushing one once again and placed a delicate hoof to the sweating brow.

“You are obviously not doing ok and should be resting. What have you been doing these last few days?” The unicorn began to pull the various parts of the meal from the oven and stove top while at the same time starting a soothing cup of tea. Sharp blue eyes never left the nervous face and caught the sudden faraway gaze and tint of dejection.

“Ah've, been workin'.” Applejack wasn't sure of how to take the intense stare she found herself faced with, having spent so many long hours trying to forget the striking blue gaze. The orange mare leaned back slightly only to find that Rarity didn't remove the hoof, instead swiping it across the blushing face as Applejack tried to remain still as her heart pumped furiously at the touch.

“Darling, you're sweating horribly; what kind of work were you doing over there?” Rarity took a single step back as she pulled over the tea set along with the corresponding tea leaves that helped one relax and rejuvenate one's state of mind.

“Jus'-jus' work. Makin' sure the trees are doin' ok, mak-makin' sure the fencin' and nettin' are in place... Just regular old hard work.” Applejack tried to convince the unicorn that it wasn't anything more than that, knowing full well when it was much worse and harder. But she didn't want to even touch on the topic, worried that anything she said would be discarded as lies and forced to reveal not only what she did but why.

“I don't believe you.” The flat response shocked the farmer into sitting upright, not realizing she had been slouching back from the inquisitive gaze.

“What?”

“I don't believe that it was just 'normal work'. Normal work does not tire you out this much, I've seen how much you work everyday. If that is all you've been doing, then you have lost your touch.” Rarity stated in a flat tone while staring without a hint of a smile. Applejack flipped back her ears as she squinted back, reminded painfully of the last time they spoke.

“You are not telling me the truth, the whole truth, just like when I asked about the fight between you and Spike.” Rarity continued to focus on the mare before her even as she used her magic to add the finishing touches to the meal on the table. The orange mare frowned at the new topic they stumbled onto, feeling the same annoyance as she had that night at how very dense the prim mare could be.

“Ya-yer so gosh darn dense! Ya don't hear ah word Ah say but ya focus on stuff Ah said was fine an' not important!” Applejack could feel the nervous sweat freeze in place as a different kind of warmth spread through her, born of dejection and frustration. Rarity didn't pause a moment, retaliating with a different kind of pain in her own voice that came from seeing the usually strong mare be hurt by something.

“I would if you merely told me what was going on! Two of my good friends are fighting and neither one will tell me why!” Rarity stood tall as she stomped a single hoof, desperation beginning to lace through her voice as she grew ever more desperate to understand the pain in green eyes. Applejack flinched at the harsh tone and small drops of moisture in the corner of sky-blue eyes as she too stood from the table, making the chair she had been sitting on fall onto it's side.

“Ya want tah know? Ya want tah know so bad you'll call me names an' say how Ah didn't care for anypony but mahself?! FINE. Me an' Spike want the same thin'. It ain't somethin' we could split or share, an' we don't agree as to who should try tah get it. Happy now? 'Cause Ah sure ain't. In fact, Ah'm tempted tah just give up, not sure it's worth it anymore...” Applejack couldn't look at the light-gray mare, casting her gaze to the table instead as she flipped back her ears in pain.

Rarity staggered back at the pain in her friend's voice, heart pinching at the sight of the sorrowful mare before her and what had been the cause of distress between two friends. She stepped forward once again and put a hoof under the orange muzzle, bringing tired eyes back to her.

“Did ya hear me this time?” At the low mutter, the dress maker wrapped both hooves around her friend, all attempts at multitasking abandoned as she instead focused her complete attention on the orange farmer. Applejack stiffened slightly at the hug, knowing that the prissy mare usually was more concerned about what may or may not be on and in her fur but couldn't help the warmth spreading through her at the contact. With hesitance, the earth pony returned the embrace and it was only once she rested her head on a pale-gray shoulder that Rarity spoke.

“Yes, loud and clear. While I cannot condone fighting and arguing over some little thing, I can see that it is important to you and Spike, especially if you are still fighting over it to this day. But perhaps, you could consider calling a truce? I wouldn't want to worry about if you two would get along while we were doing something as a group...” The softly speaking unicorn tried to ignore the scents being presented by their close contact; earth, apples and fresh breeze seemed to be in Applejack's very mane, distracting Rarity momentarily as she found herself unable to do anything but take a deeper breath.

The blonde farm mare also was unable to step out of the hug, her nose filled with the scents Rarity often used and the feel of the silky mane beneath her hooves. She tried to memorize every last detail as they embraced; the slim figure in her hooves, the way that the purple mane seemed to rest ever so gently against her as they were pressed together. Applejack had a feeling that even if she wasn't trying to give up on her crush, she wouldn't be able to get this kind of hug for a while; the prissy mare's particularism when it came to being clean would prevent it. When Rarity gave one last squeeze, Applejack could tell that she had to let go or else it would only bring more attention that she wasn't ready to face just yet and tried to seem nonchalant about it.

“...Ah guess so... But Ah can't promise anythin'; it takes two tah tango ya know.” Applejack tried to sound as she normally did, casting her eyes about to find something other than the unicorn before her to stare at. Stopping at the table, green eyes widened at how thorough the meal actually was and blushed as she rubbed the back of her head.

“Gosh Rarity, ya really went all out for this supper idea of yours.” Applejack took a single step back and returned her chair to an upright position before sitting once more, gaze focused on the spread in front of her.

“Oh, well, yes. I wanted to show how I was truly sorry and you just seem so tired, I felt that I simply must help you get your strength back.” Rarity stepped back as well and trotted to the other side of the table, levitating napkins for the two of them before giving up on any other measure of 'proper' eating manners for the earth pony. It was an attempt to both give her more relief after such a tense moment and to show how she wouldn't constantly badger the other mare.

“Thanks Rarity, looks like just what Ah needed.” The orange mare began to dig in to the meal with gusto, remembering suddenly how she actually hadn't eaten that day since she was too anxious about their meeting.

“Think nothing of it darling! In fact, perhaps I could offer another means of relaxing you from your workload?” Rarity tried not to wince too much at the eating habits across from her while recalling another of her gifts that need another to go with her.

“Oh? What were ya thinkin' of?” Applejack tried to find the precarious balance between neutral and her usual self, still not sure if the dramatic mare was worth the heartache. Rarity noticed this cautious tone and gave the apple farmer a small smile.

“Nothing too fancy darling; I still have those derby tickets that Rainbow Dash gave and was wondering if you would like to join me for an outing? Perhaps an afternoon of it when you are free from your, er, work?” The unicorn wasn't sure why she felt uneasy; the farmer had yet to flat out refuse her anything, now that she thought about it. She was unlikely to start now.

Little the pale-gray mare know that that was exactly what Applejack was considering. Spending just the past half hour with the mare was rather tiring, spending the afternoon while trying to bury still fresh feelings would be challenging.

“Ah just don't know...”

“Darling, surely you could use a rest from all that hard work? You still don't appear to be up to normal standards and it wouldn't do for you to overwork yourself.” Rarity didn't like the wince that greeted these words and felt it was her duty to press the matter if the blonde didn't accept soon.

“Al-alright, alright... Ah'll go with ya. When did ya want tah head out?” The earth pony slowed her eating, the unicorn's presence once again reminding her to eat a little better than normally. Not that she seemed to have any qualms this time, much to Applejack's confusion.

“Well, there is a race taking place tomorrow if you're free darling. I wouldn't want to disrupt your work schedule afterall.” Rarity folded her hooves in front of her, staring with curious eyes as the mare across the table debated with herself.

“Ah-Ah am free tomorrow...” (Pretty sure Granny and Big Mac won't let me do anythin' for another day or so... Might as well get this over with then.)

“Perfect! Then it's all settled, we'll leave tomorrow morning at eleven to have time to make the afternoon showing. And then I have a few more places I wanted to visit while in Canterlot, if you don't mind?” Rarity waited for the agreeing nod before clapping her hooves with a polite squeal; wearing a pleased grin, she returned to the food before her while making sure that Applejack had some of the specialized tea she brewed to help with fatigue.

As the two friends finished their meal with small chitchat breaking up the silence, Applejack tried to get the focus back on why she was invited over in the first place.

“Rarity, where's that painting ya wanted me tah put up for ya?” The farmer didn't waste any time, knowing her limit was coming up. She felt smothered in the dress shop, seeing little touches of Rarity everywhere and her scent all about them; it was not helping her attempt at remaining neutral or even just trying to get over her crush.

Rarity noticed this bluntness and gave a tiny sigh, having hoped that she could prolong the visit but gave in with a tiny nod. A hoof pointed to the kitchen wall where the painting was still resting against as it awaited its new home.

“Do ya know where ya want it?” Applejack stood from the table, briefly using the napkin to wipe at her face and resettling her hat more firmly in place. The unicorn daintily wiped at her own muzzle before standing as well, leading the way back to the front room and casting her gaze to the walls in wonderment.

“Of course it must go in the perfect spot, wouldn't want to have to rearrange the entire room. Though it is a lovely piece darling.” Rarity fluttered her lashes to Applejack who froze for a moment before hefting the painting in her hooves.

They then spent the next fifteen minutes trying to get it in just the 'right' place. Rarity constantly changed her mind after seeing it held up as a demonstration and would muse for several minutes before declaring it unfit. Had it been any heavier, the farm pony wasn't sure if she would be able to keep it up for much longer.Orange fore-hooves shook as she gratefully put it back down having finally found the 'perfect' place for it among the pieces already in place. Rarity watched with a keen eye as the earth pony panted softly at the effort, brow wrinkling in worry considering she knew that it wouldn't be so hard to the strong mare on a normal day.

Applejack marked out where the nail would be needed and quickly hammered it in. She tried to hang it properly but due to her exhaustion, it often was crooked. With a final sigh, the orange farmer stepped back when she felt a single hoof on her shoulder, stopping her in her efforts to straighten it. Rarity took over the job with a reassuring grin and levitated it into place.

“Thank you darling...” The unicorn couldn't seem to move back from next to the earth pony, giving her appreciation softly as she watched the farmer who panted just as softly. The orange mare tried not to get lost in clear blue eyes and dipped her head slowly.

“Yer welcome sugarcube...” The two mares stared deeply into each other's eyes, frozen in place next to one another as they stood before the painting of Ponyville. They could feel the heat radiating from the other and they were not sure why they wore blushes.

Suddenly the blush stare was broken by a single long blink from the orange farmer, causing both to take embarrassed steps back, dazed from the sudden tension. Applejack shook her head briefly, shaky breaths not helping her state of mind before dipping her head once more and exiting rapidly with a short farewell.

“Ah'll see ya later Rarity!” The unicorn blinked at the sudden exit and could barely get her own farewell out.

“Alright darling, I'll-I'll see you later!” Rarity stood in place, still slightly dazed at what had happened but not understanding it. At the slight scent of apples still in the air, the gray-white mare came to her senses with a start and glanced towards the now hanging painting with a happy smile.

(I suppose I better make sure my plans are in place for tomorrow, Applejack seems to be tired still... I wonder what kind of work she really did that tired her out so very much. I know the visit should be just what she needs! And hopefully she can try to make up with Spikey-wikey soon...)

The fashionista woke up suddenly, laying on her back as she contemplated why she was excited for the upcoming day. When she remembered what was planned, the unicorn lifted the sleeping mask to gaze out the window with a growing smirk as she saw the bright sunlight flowing in. With birds chirping happily, Rarity flounced out of bed and down the stairs, hopeful that this day would help her friend relax after whatever hardship the farm was currently going through.

Humming a simple tune, the light-gray mare began to start making breakfast for herself. Just as she began to sit at the light meal there was a solid three knocks at the front door.

“Now who could that be...?” Rarity frowned thoughtfully before standing once again and trotting sedately to the showroom.

“Hello, I'm sorry but we're closed – Darling! I didn't expect you so early! Do come in.” Rarity was slightly surprised to find the orange earth pony standing wearily in front of her store but waved her inside nonetheless. Applejack tried not to stare too long at the unicorn who had returned to humming and began to start another plate of the eggs and hay-hash browns.

“Hey Rarity, Ah was already up an' uh, mah family said Ah should just go ahead and head over... Ya don't have tah make me some breakfast.” The orange farmer rubbed the back of her head as she was led to the table and forced to sit. While she didn't want to cause the fashion designer more trouble than she already did, Rarity was insistent on making it.

“Nonsense darling, I know you're probably still famished. We'll have a nice little brunch and be on our way.” The pale-gray unicorn smiled as she quickly made another plate of food, though it was a much larger portion that she knew the farmer preferred.

Within moments the two mares were eating in silence, the prospect of what lay before them resting on their minds. Rarity kept peeking towards the orange mare, wondering what was going on under the blonde mane. Applejack appeared to be more rested than before but still seemed weary, something that the fashionista hoped to rectify with the calming day out she had planned.

The friends quickly washed the dishes before heading out for the afternoon. The blonde farmer waited with a soft smile as the shop owner made sure to lock up before continuing their way through town. Together, they made their silent way through the town, never straying from the other's side even in the crowds. Rarity was in a state of euphoric bliss, hardly noticing anything around her. Knowing that she was on the path to repair whatever had harmed their friendship made the unicorn ecstatic and was more than willing to walk next to the other mare. Occasionally, she would see the farmer shake her head minutely but since Applejack said nothing during their walk, the unicorn brushed it off as unimportant details.

The walk went quickly and they arrived just in time for the train to pull up with a hiss of steam. Commuters had already traveled earlier that morning, leaving the station mostly deserted and plenty of sitting room on the red locomotive. Applejack, ever the gentlemare, allowed Rarity to go first and choose their seats. Once the gray-white unicorn sat on the dark-green cushion, the blonde earth pony sat across from her with little noise. Apple green eyes stared firmly out the window, seemingly not acknowledging the fashion mare's presence only to focus completely on her in a heartbeat should the fashion mare shift in place. Rarity was flattered at the attention and smiled reassuringly anytime she caught the other mare staring at her, finally finding the comfortable place with her fore-hooves crossed demurely in front of her as she also stared out the window.

Soon the train began its two hour journey, traveling up the well-worn rails as the scenery beyond the window changed from suburbs to farms, hills and eventually wrapping around the nearby mountain range. The two friends remained silent the entire way, neither having much to say that wasn't stated already that morning or even the night before. The entire time, Rarity wore a pleased smirk on her face, already envisioning the apple farmer's enjoyment of the museums she decided they would visit. Applejack would glance over every so often with an amused smirk of her own, tempted to ask what the fashion mare was so excited for but didn't want to break the silence she was enjoying from the usually dramatic mare.

With a soft hiss and slight jerk, the train came to a rest in the Canterlot station. Both mares stood quickly and joined the few other ponies as they stepped off, basking in the view of the upper class city. After a deep breath of high society air, Rarity flipped back her mane with a smile and began to trot to the open air derby.

“Ah, yes, the perfect day for watching a race. Come along darling, we wouldn't want to miss a moment.” The alabaster mare tried to remain dignified even as she made her hasty way through the city, eyes for once not appreciating the culture around her as she instead stared at the quiet farmer while making sure they didn’t run into anypony.

“Right, 'course not.” Applejack held a small smirk at the worry of how they might miss a race of a couple of fliers who’s job was to fly and look impressive. She appreciated the effort however, and tried not to laugh too much at the oddness of an earth pony watching a couple of pegasi fly around.

Rarity didn't notice this bemusement and debated whether or not she should have a running commentary as they walked. While she did love to explain more of high society to show how much she fit in, the unicorn knew that the simple farmer didn't actually care about such things and seemed to be currently enjoying the hushed walk. In the end, she opted for continued muted traveling broken only when they got close to their destination.

“Now darling, I do believe our tickets are for the top box. Did you want any kind of food or snack while we watch the race?” The fashionista glanced over to the farmer only to find a neutral shrug in response.

“Ah had a big ol' breakfast, Ah'll be ok either way.” Applejack didn't look Rarity full on as she answered, not wanting to have to start double guessing herself even before they got there. The prim mare noticed this and frowned briefly in thought before nodding.

“If you say so. Ah, here we are; right this way darling.” With another smile and her nose in the air, the fashionista led the way to the gates of the derby and floated the two tickets ahead of her without pausing a moment. The ticket pony took a quick look and marked on them to show they had been used and ushered them inside.

The two friends trotted past the stallion with dips of their heads and found themselves in a wide open arena with stands made of solid rock facing a crescent cliff edge. In the open air before the seating was a track outlined in clouds that circled around and provided obstacles for the fliers to avoid. The white marble stone stands were already filling with the high society, cushions provided to make it less uncomfortable for them to watch from. While Applejack stared on in amazement, Rarity led them up the stairs to the inclosed box that resided at the top, passing other nobles who gave soft gasps of surprise and annoyance at where they were going.

With another flick of her magic, the pale-gray unicorn levitated her tickets to the guard that stood before the short flight of stairs, proving they were indeed supposed to be there for the race. While the stallion allowed them to pass, the apple farmer noticed the disapproving glances sent their way and snorted at the probable cause before turning without another thought to head up as well. Rarity had not seen any of these stares as she became distracted with ordering a full lunch for them to be provided as they watched the derby. She knew of the large appetite of the farm mare and planned ahead, wanting Applejack to be able to relax for the day.

Even though they arrived early to be able to settle properly for the sport, it wasn't long before the races were set to start. Tension and excitement was palpable in the crowd as they edged forward, 'properly' cheering on their favorite racers. Over the muted murmurs of the crowds, a southern accent rang clear as Applejack got wrapped up in the show before her. She cheered with as much gusto as she did most things, even though she was tempted to show the special performers what a real race was. Rarity was torn in what to watch as she and the orange mare sat on dark-red cushions provided; while it would only be proper to watch the race they were there for, seeing Applejack in better spirits was proving to be a much more interesting display.

When the first of three races ended, the orange farmer took to the fashion mare in excitement, not noticing how her stomach growled.

“Gosh Rarity, that was ah pretty neat race! Did ya see how that one flier almost spun out an' yet came in first?” Applejack couldn't look too long at the smiling face of the unicorn and started to look around their box, noticing how it was no longer just them and that a buffet was set up nearby.

“Yes darling, it was quite thrilling. But perhaps we should have something to eat before we watch another? We wouldn't want the other spectators to think there's a rampaging bear on the lose.” Rarity held a hoof to her muzzle as the farmer's stomach once again shouted for attention before turning to lead the way to the table laden with food. The earth pony gave her head an embarrassed rub as she recognized the sound and followed close by, mouth watering at the smells that started to drift over.

Rarity continue to smile as she saw how much Applejack appreciated the gesture and sat along the side, not feeling particularly hungry herself. It was as she smiled indulgently at the poor manners the earth pony used that another high class pony stepped up along with his date for the day. The stallion had a black coat with a gray mane along with a dark blue bowtie. The mare he was with had an orange mane styled upwards and pale-cream fur, wearing a full coat pink dress. Both wore small smiles as they regarded the two friends as they stepped up. The fashion designer noticed this and turned to face them with a unsure grin.

“O-oh, hello there.” At the nervous greeting, Applejack turned back with a full plate to find the two high society ponies with a cringe. Every time they had visited, they always seemed to run into the more snobbish crowds.

“Hello indeed, my name is Graphite and this is my wife Primrose. We just happen to see you two enjoying the races and were curious as to where you come from.” Graphite smiled at the two mares who relaxed at the reassuring tones while Primrose leaned towards them as well.

“Indeed, we were also wondering if this is your first date; you two make a lovely couple.” As the pale-cream mare smiled, the couple noticed with curious stares that both of the others flinched before smiling bemusedly with short shake of their heads.

“No no, I'm afraid you're mistaken. We are merely enjoying a relaxing day abroad, we are not dating. Good friends, yes, but certainly not marefriends.” Rarity stated with a light titter, surprised that anyone would think such a thing. The higher class ponies wore slight blushes as they tried to apologize, only to be waved off by Applejack as she set the plate down.

“It's alright, ya didn't know. But eeyup, just good ol' friends. Ya'd have tah be crazy to think two mares from such different kinds of walks of life would be datin'... That idea is as fruity as a fruit bat.” The orange farmer tried to hide the sound of dejection in her voice as she smiled with little humor. The gray-white unicorn's smile turned shaky as a pain made its way through her chest at the return of the 'neutral' voice of the other mare's. Rarity didn't want to point it out in public, and continued to chat with the other high society ponies briefly while Applejack returned to her meal even as she didn't feel the need to eat.

Before long the races started once more and the couple left the mares to their own devices. All the while Rarity kept a close watch, concerned at how the neutral and slightly annoyed farmer had returned instead of the free and happy one. The unicorn quietly levitated various objects to help relax and pacify the orange mare, hoping to help without drawing her ire. Plates of food were refilled constantly, the large mug tipped off with only the finest of fruit juices and binoculars set nearby should green eyes need the assistance in viewing the performance. Applejack took note of this effort and tried to fight back the grin that wanted to spread across her muzzle, happy to see the attempt and what it was for.

Once the third and last race was complete, the orange mare returned to a more peaceful state as the two friends exited the crowded arena. They made their swift way around the snobbier ponies and were reviewing the highlights before Applejack came to a confused stop in the middle of the street.

“Where was it ya wanted tah go sugarcube?” The farmer lifted her hat slightly as she glanced to the mare next to her who grinned back and shuffled in place briefly.

“Well, I was hoping to visit some museums if you don't mind darling.” At the agreeing nod, Rarity beamed hopefully and trotted towards the artistic area with the destination firmly in mind. She felt hyper aware of the blonde mare as she walked along, an echo of Primrose's words ringing in her ear.

(Why in Equestria would we seem like a couple? I am curious as to why Applejack isn't currently dating anypony, but surely they can see how we wouldn't make a good couple...)

Rarity continued her musing while they traveled, giving her friend a few glances without the farmer acknowledging the looks as she watched the scenery around them. The light-gray unicorn was so deep in thought that she didn't notice when they arrived into the natural art museum until she heard a light gasp from next to her. With a shy smile to the surprised earth pony, Rarity turned to watch Applejack craned her neck to view the various paintings and sculptures placed around the room.

“Where are we? Ah don't recognize any of these places they got paintings of...” The apple farmer turned her wide eyed stare to the unicorn who was extremely pleased with the reaction.

“These are works based on the various locations around Equestria darling, they merely look much wilder or unusual due to the unique styles used to make them. Do-do you like it then darling?” The dress maker hesitantly smiled only to be gently nudged by the farm pony who gave a large grin in return.

“Shucks Rarity, sure Ah do. If there's one thin' Ah like tah see, it's the land an' it's natural ol' beauty.” Applejack took the lead, pausing only briefly before one or another art piece as she looked on, not seeing the pleased smirk on her friend's face as they continued on.

Rarity could hardly contain her joy at how well her plan worked, almost skipping in place as she followed the happy earth pony. She could see that Applejack was impressed with the different locations and the thoughtfulness of the fashion mare. Just as precaution, she decide to check that this was indeed helping the overworked farmer and picked up her pace briefly to be right next to her.

“Darling... You do like this type of thing? I know you have little patience for the frivolous or more artistic things in life... Did you want to perhaps do something else?” Both mares paused as Rarity asked her question, Applejack turning to face her with curious brows raised.

“Sure Ah do. Yer right about me likin' the more simple things in life, but this is pretty nice tah see; especially since Ah'm probably not leavin' the farm, Ah wouldn't get tah see these in pony anyways.” Applejack watched as Rarity sagged in relief before standing up straight once more and started to walk away only to be stopped by an orange hoof on her shoulder.

“Rarity, why-why are ya so interested in makin' sure Ah'm enjoying mahself today?” The orange farmer almost didn't want to ask, least she become hopeful about what it could mean. “Why's it so important tah ya...?”

Rarity blushed at the question and shuffled in place as she looked off to the side, knowing that this was not a question she could just brush off.

“Well, I know you have been tired and I wanted to be sure you had a nice relaxing day off darling... And I... wanted to apologize properly for what I said on my birthday. You are one of my greatest friends and... I don't want to lose that.” Gray-white ears tipped back in nervousness, expecting a teasing laugh but instead noticed two orange hooves outstretched. With a hopeful gaze, Rarity turned to find that Applejack had sat next to her and held open her hooves in a questioning pose, not wanting to suddenly intrude on the prissy mare.

The unicorn held back a gasp of happiness as she leaned into the hug, wrapping her own hooves around the farmer and trying to not get over emotional while she held on. While she took in the scent of apples and fresh air, her right ear twitched as warm breath passed over it as Applejack whispered to the fashion designer.

“An' you'll never will sugarcube...”

(Ah just can't seem tah get over ya... You may be a prissy, obnoxious, frou-frou, fashion mare but every so often ya show why ya make ah great friend and are the element of generosity... You just have somethin' Ah can't ever say no to... Guess things ain't gonnah be simple from now on, but Ah know yer worth it.)

Though Rarity didn't know of the changed decision of the orange mare, she did see the sudden happiness and excitement that raced through Applejack and smiled at the change. The friends broke apart and finished their tour with lots of discussion, both having an equal say in the topic as they presented their own ideas about the various pieces of work around them.

The rest of the evening seemed to fly by, the hours blurring together as each mare was in a different state of bliss. The prim mare didn't know why the farmer was much happier and acted in an almost dramatic fashion as she acted like a gentlemare the entire time, but Rarity was pleased that things seemed to have been fixed between the two. The train ride back was completely different than from when they first arrived, filled with small talk and laughter even as the rest of the car was empty due to the late hour.

When they did arrive back in Ponyville, Applejack wouldn't hear a word against her walking the delicate unicorn home. They made quick work of the empty and still streets before coming to a stop in front of the boutique. Rarity quickly unlocked the door but paused before heading inside, turning to face Applejack with a soft smile that was returned with a smirk by the orange farmer.

“Thanks sugarcube, for invitin’ me on this date.”

(Date?! What did she say?!?) Rarity frowned briefly as she focused on the orange mare before her, unsure if she heard correctly. With a shaky smile, the fashion designer tried to make sure of what was said.

“W-what was that darling?”

“Ah said, ‘thanks sugarcube, for invitin' me today’. Are ya doin’ ok Rarity?”

“O-oh, yes, of course darling! And think nothing of it, it was my pleasure to spend the day with you.” Rarity tried to cover her mistake with a shaky grin while reaching for another hug, grabbing the apple farmer in a tight embrace even as both subtly breathed in the other's scent. Snapping blue eyes open as she realized what she was doing, Rarity pulled back while still smiling to show that nothing was wrong.

As Applejack tipped her hat with a wide grin, the dress maker suddenly became doubtful once more and rushed forward to place an unsure hoof on an orange shoulder.

“I... will see you around, will I not...? Perhaps just a short visit...?” Rarity breathed easily at the reassuring grin that met her words while finding the light pink crossing the farmer's muzzle went rather nicely with her coloring.

“Sure thin', sugarcube, sure thin'. Ah-Ah'll make sure yer not stuck in yer room too long, unless ya want tah become ah 'crazy cat lady'.” Applejack tried to hide her joy of being invited back with light teasing, something that worked as Rarity smirked and waved a hoof, sending her on her way once more.

“Of course not, that wouldn't be very proper at all... Good night darling!”

“Night sugarcube...” (Ah love ya...) Applejack didn't dare state the words she actually wanted to say and instead waved briefly before heading home with a light spring in her step. Even though she would be able to return to her chores in the morning, thoughts of the fashionista filled her mind just as they have done for the past few months. Something the blonde farmer didn't mind in the least, making a nice change from the last few days of work.

The pale-gray unicorn watched the other mare until she was out of easy sight and entered the quiet shop with a deeply furrowed brow. While she did manage to get the farm pony to return to normal, she felt as though there was some fact or word she had missed during their outing. Almost without noticing, the designer floated over more paper and pens, already working on more dresses using images and colors she saw that day while walking over to her latest line of clothing as she thought.

(I suppose I've been too worried about how Applejack was doing, causing me to hear things... It seems like there is nothing out of place for my Spring Line and taking the day off hasn't hampered my inspiration at all. I shall be well on the way for the Summer Line as well! But first, there is a certain holiday coming up that one shouldn't miss out on... What should I get all my friends for Hearth's Warming Day this year...? I better start to work on them, I only have two weeks left! Where did the time go? No time like the present however...!)

The unicorn worked only for another hour before the day’s events caught up with her, making her soft and silk covered bed beckon her to enter its warm embrace. With a tiny, lady-like yawn, Rarity set aside her sketches and exited the inspiration workroom to head to bed, levitating over her sleeping robe and sleep mask as she walked.

Just as she was laying on the large canopy bed, a particular scent suddenly floated up that brought to mind a warm embrace, taut muscles and a spackling of freckles on a smiling orange muzzle. Rarity paused at the warmth that coursed through her at the mental image and smell, blinking in surprise at the feelings.

(Perhaps it’s from all those hugs, that’s where the scent came from… I must remember to take a refreshing bath in the morning; it’s much too late to do so now, I’d ruin my night preparations…)

The gray-white unicorn finished settling on the fluffy mattress with a satisfied smile, the apple farmer’s scent still hovering around her. Even as sleep began to take over, images of the blonde danced before her eyes; serving to make her smile to grow as she watched, securely in the land of dreams, as Applejack smiled, laughed and hugged her, the farmer’s scent prevailing over it all.

Author's Notes:

First off, I wish to thank Gwg and Bronco for editing this big old thing! They help me become a better author and writer, presenting better quality stories for your convenience.

Next is that I am starting to really dislike working with Rarity. She makes every gosh darn thing so complicated! Garrrrgggg.... I had a hard time starting this chapter because of her, so hopefully she gets better soon because I'm not sure how long I can stand the dense-ness of this drama queen.... Yes, I've had troubles with a make-believe character that by all accounts should obey my every command as I am the writer and she the subject, but every character I write now has such a strong personality and presence that they just take over at times.

Anyways, this is where things start to get interesting. Enjoy the chapter and look forward to the next one!

Chapter 14 - Trying to be peaceful for the holidays

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End of December, 1004 A.D. (After Discord)

A blue haze encased a single quill as it ran across the tan parchment. The local dressmaker was trying to take as many notes as possible as she sat with one of her best friends in the inspiration room of the boutique.

“... And Clover the Clever was relatively poor since those who wanted to learn were often living in impoverished conditions. Due to how cold he often was, Clover the Clever wore a thicker layered cloak, including a second layer by the shoulders...” The sound of scratches soon filled the room while the lavender unicorn fell silent to watch the other unicorn squint at the paper. “... Are you sure you can handle all of this Rarity? It seems like a very large task.”

The gray-white unicorn glanced up, gazing through her red rimmed glasses to the other mare with a distracted smirk.

“Hmmm? Oh, yes darling, I'm sure I'll do just fine.” Rarity tried to assure the studious mare before turning with a pensive frown to the growing list of attributes the costume would need. The two mares and young drake were sitting next to the desk with a scroll unfurled on top, the start of a holiday costume being drawn on it.

“Yes, but you have to make changes to our costumes since we're mares when Clover the Clever, Chancellor Puddinghead and Commander Hurricane were all stallions in actuality. And then there's any last minute adjusting for the rest of the cast...” Twilight peered worriedly to the fashionista who was still reviewing parchment. Spike gazed up to the gray-white mare adoringly with love-struck eyes from the sidelines even as little hearts seemed to float up around him.

“I'm quite sure darling. Is that all of the, erm, historical accuracy you would want to see in the outfit? I'll need you to come back for a fitting later; you too Spikey-wikey.” Rarity spared a glance from the list to the dazed drake who smiled widely at hearing he would need to come back.

“Sure thing Rarity! Anything for you...” Spike tried to appear willing to help with anything even as Twilight rolled her eyes at his behavior. Rarity, however, frowned thoughtfully and tilted her head slightly as she tried to gently phrase her next request.

“Have you gotten a chance to speak with Applejack lately?” Both of the audience stilled at the question as they gazed wide-eyed to the fashion mare. Spike quickly lost his amorous grin as he felt a splash of annoyance. Finding himself unable to look into hopeful eyes, he stared down in the ground instead.

“She's been busy lately, we haven't seen her around town.” Spike tried to keep his voice from showing his annoyance with the farmer but both mares could hear the strain. The librarian gazed between the others in concern, not having realized that it was still tense between the two and was unsure just how bad it was.

“Oh...? Darling, Applejack has managed to stop by every other day however. Perhaps you have been too busy to have talked instead...?” The fashionista put down the paper in her magical grip to focus on the sheepish dragon. Spike continued to stare at the ground while tapping his claws together in guilt. He purposely hadn't gone to talk with the earth pony since the fight and avoided coming across her since.

This hesitance and guilt was obvious to both mares who in turn frowned in concern. Before they could ask about how it was going, Spike sighed and shook his head.

“Well, maybe we have both been really busy lately... But she knows that I liked -uh, I liked it first...!” The purple and green dragon stood resolutely with clenched fists. He couldn't look at the object of his crush for long however and relaxed his stance while Rarity placed a single hoof on his shoulder. Twilight had came to sit closer to the young dragon as well and gave him a small nudge while the other unicorn peered pleadingly to him.

“I had heard that you and Applejack like the same thing and cannot agree who should get this thing. Surely it's not as important as your friendship?” The light-gray mare barely noticed the lavender mare's confusion as she wanted to try and see if they could resolve the problem.

“It is!” Spike couldn't stand the thought of his crush not being worth the trouble but still couldn't bring himself to say it. The older mares were a little surprised by this firm denial but could tell that it wasn't going to go much further. Rarity wanted to try one last thing however and crouched down so she was on par with Spike's eyes.

“Darling, would you perhaps consider it? As a favor for me...? I would hate to see everyone's friendship be tossed aside over something that I'm sure could be discussed or settled.” The fashion mare fluttered her lashes as she laid on the flattery tones, trying to convince him to talk with the apple farmer.

Both ponies waited for a response but soon frowned at the continued silence. Rarity was soon distracted by her own thoughts as she grew more concerned about the topic.

(What in the world are they fighting about?! Was Applejack perhaps correct when she worried about fighting on Harvest Feast? If Spike wouldn't be willing to try and solve this, then maybe I should focus my efforts on Applejack...)

Twilight, upset at Spike, broke the tense silence. She stood almost abruptly and stared towards the door, plans forming on how to get Spike to get over the fight.

“Oh, I guess we better get going. Rarity is going to be rather busy after all, we should give her her space. We'll see you later Rarity!” Twilight began to walk towards the exit with barely a backwards glance to her assistant. Both Spike and Rarity were awaken from their deep musings and stared after the lavender unicorn who paused in the doorway. The young drake rapidly caught up to the librarian while Rarity stared anxiously after them.

“Uh, yeah, we'll see you later Rarity!” The young dragon tried to act normally as he waved briefly to the dress maker who watched in surprise with a soft wave goodbye.

“...Oh, yes. Have a nice day darlings!” Rarity glanced out of the window and found a spot of orange trotting up to the boutique. She perked up and started to pull over new paper as she plotted out how to get the stubborn farmer to go along with patching up things with Spike.

Out in the brisk afternoon weather, Applejack made her steady pace to the boutique where it promised to be an interesting session. Ever since they had reconciled a week ago the blonde mare had made sure to visit the prissy mare once everyday. It was a little out of her way but it seemed to appease the pale-gray unicorn. She was apprehensive of the measuring session considering how the last one went, but it seemed that measures taken mere months ago were no longer accountable.

Just as the orange earth pony trotted up to the purple door, it opened to show two familiar figures coming out. Finding herself face to face with the young drake made Applejack pause in place as a plea to get along rang through her mind. Frowning pensively, she took a single step forward as she opened her mouth to speak only to remain silent when Spike half-glared towards her and stomped away. Twilight smiled apologetically before picking up her pace to chase after the annoyed dragon.

Applejack's ears flipped back in unease as she thought about the youth and their shared interest. She had been busy with preparing the family for when she would be visiting Canterlot in four days time; meaning that she rarely saw anyone unless they stopped by the market place during the short selling hours. Except for when it came to Rarity; that mare made sure they spoke at least once a day and more than a few words to Applejack's enjoyment. After her thoughts turned once more to the prim mare awaiting her, the orange farmer knocked lightly before entering with a small smirk.

“Applejack, darling, is that you? I'm upstairs, if you could come up?” Rarity wasn't sure why her heart sped up as she felt the farmer's presence in her shop. She felt more than heard the solid hoofsteps and turned with a wide smile to the doorway where the blonde earth pony stood shyly.

“Howdy Rarity, ya wanted me tah stop by for that costume?” Applejack lightly shut the door behind her as she entered the room, eyes locking onto the mare ahead of her who wore a small smirk at her presence.

“Indeed darling, and you're just in time. If you could stand over there? I'll need updated measurements to make this outfit the best I can; if you could try to stand still?” The unicorn waved a single hoof to the nearby platform while levitating the yellow measuring tape over and resettling her glasses once more.

The earth pony gave a quiet sigh as her fears came true: another session of her trying not to be self-conscious while Rarity closely inspected her body. Applejack tried to keep her mind blank and peaceful only to have it shatter when the fashion designer started to speak.

“Darling, have you perhaps gotten a chance to talk with Spike about your argument?” (Once again, not a speck of fat on her...) Rarity bit her lip gently to remind herself to behave and continued to jot down the measurements while she awaited the response. The farm mare flinched at the reminder but remained still as she tried to think of how to word her answer.

“... Ah... Ah haven't gotten ah chance tah talk with him.”

“Why ever not? You do remember what I said about friends fighting, do you not?” (And she still has just as much muscle as before! Surely it is a crime against nature to be this muscular?!)

“Ah do remember but we've been trying tah catch up on work for when Ah go visit Canterlot with y'all. We still have tah sort the apples, core the apples, smudge ‘em, mash ‘em, crate ‘em, deliver ‘em… It can be real busy work ya know... How-how are ya doin' about yer work? Everythin' goin' ok?” Applejack studiously looked to the far wall and missed the small start her question got from the unicorn.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, well, I'll be just fine. Nothing I haven't had to do before afterall.” Rarity blinked a few times to clear her sights (and mind) before looking back to the yellow tape floating in a light blue hue. This didn't work since as soon as the farm pony shifted nervously in place the dressmaker became intrigued by the ripple of muscles caused by it.

“Yeah, ya did it before but ya also went ah little crazy tryin' tah do too much at once. Yer making four new costumes an’ making sure all the other ones fit the other actors with maybe two days of time. Are ya sure that you'll be ok?” Applejack risked annoying the fashionista and glanced towards her to find wide blue eyes staring back before Rarity tried to smile reassuringly.

“O-oh, I'll do fine darling... How do you know that I'll be making four designs?” The light-gray mare tried to focus only on the lightly freckled face but soon found herself lost in apple green orbs.

“'Cause Ah know ya and you'd make ah new one just for yerself.” Applejack smirked fondly to the other mare who wore a light blush at how predictable she became. Seeing where the yellow tape was about to measure, the farmer quickly looked back to the wall with a blush of her own. Rarity frowned briefly at this sudden movement and glanced to what she was to measure next and blushed as well. Blue eyes followed the tape as it encircled the hind-end and rested on toned legs before snapping away with drawn brows.

(Rarity! Honestly, this is no way to act and certainly not towards a friend! You must be civil and proper and refined... very refined... and toned... and strong... and-stop this instant! It is impolite as a tailor and as an artist to stare with lecherous eyes... Though Applejack is a fine example of strength...)

“Rarity, are ya done yet?” Applejack began to get nervous as she stood in place. It was taking long even for the finicky mare to get the numbers and each second felt like forever to the anxious farmer. The sudden question had broken the unicorn's internal monologue however and she blinked only to find that she had drawn closer to the farm mare as she thought. The usual scents of apple and sweat wafted up and it was with an enormous effort that Rarity shook her head clear.

“Uh, yes, of course. I was just looking at-I was merely thinking about-I, uhm... You seemed to have kept all your previous muscle and may have added a few more. You're sure that you haven't added to your routine darling?” Rarity tried to recover from her shock of where her mind wandered to and wasn't sure how successful she was. Applejack was staring on in surprise at what she may have been looking at and tried to fight the pleased blush that threatened to overcome her muzzle. They stared deeply and silently at one another for another moment before the blonde mare remembered that the end had an actual question in it.

“Eenope, just good ol' hard work an'-an' eating right...” (Were ya likin' what ya saw Rarity...?)

“Well, that seems to, uh, work out rather well for you...” (It works wonderfully for you, darling, I wouldn't change a thing...)

The two mares stared at one another after the short exchange even as they both grew light blushes. The pale-gray mare seemed to be drawn to the hopeful green eyes and leaned closer, her blue eyes dropping to half mast as she took a shaky breath.

Suddenly Rarity reared back with a stunned expression before taking deep breaths of air that did not hold the tempting scent while trying to stand tall on quivering legs. With a shaky smile in place, she turned to her desk and shifted through the various papers on it.

“Yes, yes, I do believe that I have all the measurements I need. I shall have your outfit ready in time for the play, fear not!” Rarity could feel her right eye twitch slightly as she desperately tried to focus on dresses and not the apple tinted scent behind her nor the piercing concerned green eyes that watched her every move.

“Oh, uh, ok. If ya say so... Ah guess Ah'll be goin' then. See ya later Rarity...” Applejack could still feel the shock and hope flaring in her heart and mind. She was nearly positive that Rarity was staring at certain parts of her body and had found her smell to be pleasing, if the stunned and dazed glance was any indication. She didn't feel right just leaving after such a tense moment but didn't want to rush things. Just as the blonde earth pony reached the door of the inspiration room, a sophisticated voice made her pause in her tracks.

“I'll need you to try it on before the play darling, if you could check in with me once we are there? Also, could you be a dear and please resolve whatever has come between you and Spikey-wikey? It just wouldn't be Hearth's Warming Eve and Day with close friends fighting on such an occasion.” Rarity watched the other mare closely and noted with concern how the farm mare seemed to slump in place with a weary sigh. Bucking her spirits up once more, Applejack didn't turn as she dipped her head and consented to trying.

“Alright Rarity, Ah'll try tah do something about it...” The orange farmer resettled her hat before heading downstairs with a pensive frown. If Rarity wanted them to make up before Hearth's Warming Eve, she only had five days to try and come to a compromise with the drake. Applejack wasn't sure how she was going to accomplish this but if it mattered to Rarity, then she was going to try.

Meanwhile the fashionista was taking deep breaths as she covered her eyes with a hoof. She leaned wearily over her desk and tried to stop her mind from reviewing every inch of orange body. Gray-white ears were tipped back as a blush spread across her muzzle. The rest of the evening was spent designing the farm mare's outfit and fighting the image of the toned body wearing it.

In a darkened kitchen of a tree house, the residential dragon frowned as he swirled a mix of bread batter in a light blue bowl. Brows drawn together tightly over distracted green eyes that barely watched his surroundings. Spike muttered to himself angrily as he worked, displeased with how the trip to the Carousel Boutique had ended.

“Spike...?” A timid call from the librarian broke him from his musings as he glanced upwards to find Twilight standing in the doorway. Taking a few steps inside, the unicorn laid back her ears in unease at the moody drake.

“Oh, hey Twilight. I'm not quite done yet, so it's going to be a little longer ok?” Spike tried to sound like his usual self but couldn't muster the same amount of energy for it. Not only did his secret crush know that he and Applejack were fighting, but the farmer was constantly visiting Rarity! Twilight noticed this frustration and sat next to the young cook, placing a single hoof on his shoulder that made him jump in surprise.

“Spike, I know you're upset with Applejack, but surely you guys could try to work something out?” The lavender unicorn tilted her head as she pleaded with the dragon only to frown at the dark scowl he wore.

“You know I liked Rarity since we first arrived! It's not fair and I won't give up just because she wants to keep Rarity to herself!” Spike crossed his arms as he huffed a blast of hot air through his nose. He could feel the bemused gaze of the older mare and tried to distract her from the topic.

“Anyways, I have to finish this and it's not helping with you hovering over me.” The drake brushed off the hoof on his shoulder with a flick of his claw. Stepping away from the lavender mare, he began to furiously twirl the whisk in the blue bowl and studiously ignored the concerned eyes watching him.

Twilight continued to watch with shrewd eyes as her assistant made supper. Her mind was filling rapidly with vague plans as she tried to think of how to be a good friend in this particular case. With hardly a sound, the studious mare rose from her seat and entered the main room, levitating a quill and parchment to her desk. Dipping it into the inkwell beside her, the lavender mare started to write out various compromises that could potentially help. She paused in her writing only when Spike called to her about how dinner was ready.

With a determined glance to the full paper, Twilight stood up pleased at her plans and trotted to the kitchen with a satisfied smirk. Spike, happy to see the topic was not spoken about once more, set the table in silence and sat down to join the older pony in the meal. He hadn't noticed what the latest list was of and had no idea how Twilight was wondering even at that moment of how to be a good friend for two fighting friends.

The next few days passed quickly and the friends soon found themselves starting to arrive at the train station. The air was chilled while the freshly fallen snow glinted in the sunlight, piled along each side as pathways were made. The two disagreeing friends stared in opposite directions though the others didn't notice this battle of wills. Both Applejack and Spike turned to the sound of a prim call of apology as Rarity and her sister trotted up to the dark-red platform.

“So sorry everyone, I simply had the hardest time finding the right outfit to bring for our trip.” Rarity brushed her mane back as Applejack deadpanned the mare, even as Sweetie Belle raced to join her best friends. The farmer glanced behind the unicorn to find a large mountain of suitcases awaiting transportation and sighed.

“Rarity, we're goin' for five days. Ya don't need tah bring everythin' ya have.” The blonde farmer rolled her eyes with a teasing smirk only to find Spike pushing himself forward with a hopeful smile.

“I can help you if you'd like Rarity! I'd do anything to help...” The young drake held his claws together as he tried to assist the prim unicorn. Rarity glanced down to the short figure with a gentle grin as she rubbed the top of his head.

“Of course darling, that would be simply marvelous. Thank you Spikey-wikey.” The light-gray mare's smile slowly drifted into a frown as she saw Spike shoot the orange earth pony behind him a smug smirk before running to help carry her bags. Pale-gray brows furrowed as she glanced to the mare before her in concern.

“Darling...”

“Ah know, Ah know... Ah've been thinkin' on how tah talk with him...” Applejack waved a single hoof before turning with a small sigh. Her eyes were soon drawn to the lavender mare who stared curiously towards them. The sound of a whistle sounded through the air, drawing everyone's attention to the task at hoof of loading the train.

Spike wouldn't accept any kind of assistance from the others as he loaded the fashionista's bags onto the train car. The others were much faster in gathering on the train than the drake. They were placing their bags in the overhead as Spike crashed in a tired heap once the last suitcase was brought aboard. The pale-gray mare levitated her bags from the dragon's tired grasp and placed them in the overhead along with her other bags which were stacked like an advanced game of building blocks.

“Thank you darling!” Rarity smiled down at the youth who raised his head from the ground with a tired adoring smile.

“No... problem...!” Spike managed to state in between exhausted pants only to be picked up in a dark-cerise hue as Twilight rolled her eyes at his attempted nonchalant. They sat next to the hyper mare who bounced in place as she clapped her hooves, drawing amused grins from everyone else.

Rarity checked to see where her sister had ran off to and found the three fillies excitedly sitting in the farthest seat from the group as they giggled. Without even thinking of where she was going, the fashion designer sat across from the orange farmer who blinked in pleasant surprise.

The group of friends chatted and laughed as they traveled through the snow covered landscape. The white powder gave everything a uniform appearance that showed how it was all the same land no matter where one was. It appeared almost suddenly off to the right side in what felt like moments: Canterlot Castle, with every roof topped by snow. The group stared out in awe and excitement as the train marched ever onward with happy toots of its horn.

Once the train came to a soft stop, the groups reached for their bags with minimal effort. All except for Rarity. As she began to levitate bag after bag down from the overhead, the friends couldn't help but watch in wonder at how she was going to carry all of it. It came to little surprise however when Spike stepped forward with a salute and began to load them in his arms. After the towering pile of suitcases was swaying briefly side to side in the dragon's arms, the group made their slow way through the mountain side city.

Applejack tried to focus on the snow covered city around her as they began their journey to the castle. It didn't help that she hadn't been so close to the gray-white mare since the day of the fitting; sure there was a few ponies in between them but she could still feel the unicorn's presence. When there came a clatter behind the fashion designer, the entire group stopped to find that Spike had tripped as he stared adoringly to the mare ahead of him.

“Oh, dear, are you alright Spikey-wikey?” Rarity turned back to the youth as she levitated a few bags that had partially buried him. Applejack grimaced as Spike tried to appear uninjured and stepped closer to the pair.

“I-I'm fine Rarity; there was, uh, a ninja and he... tried to take your bags! But I fought him off, all cool and awesome... But he, uh, tripped me before running off.” The purple dragon started to pile up the bags once again while Rarity smiled indulgently to him.

“Of course, darling. Are you sure you have all these well in hoof-?”

“Ah'll help him out Rarity, don't ya worry none.” Spike glared to the farmer who stepped forward and reached for some of the bags. Applejack ignored this annoyance and grabbed five of the bags while leaving him the majority to carry. She didn't say anything to him and started to walk before he could get in a complaint or snarky comment.

The fashionista watched this with a concerned gaze before starting forward as well. As Spike began to slowly follow behind them, Rarity pulled up alongside Applejack and tried to broach the touchy topic once more.

“Darling, have you thought of anything concerning what I had asked you when you left the boutique...?” The pale-gray unicorn kept her voice low as she glanced to her neighbor. The blonde mare sighed as she slumped in place briefly before straightening once more.

“Not really, but Ah'll... Ah'll get this fixed soon.”

“And how soon is 'soon'?”

“Real soon.”

“In time for Hearth's Warming Day?”

“Eeyup.”

“And in time for the play the night before?”

“Eeyup.” Applejack barely held back her eye roll at the insistent inquiring but stared forward determinedly nonetheless.

“And in time for our practices?” A deep sigh followed this question while the farmer did roll her eyes this time.

“Yes.”

“Perhaps in time for our day off before we get down to business of practicing?”

“... Yes Rarity, Ah'll try tah talk with Spike soon.” (Gosh darn mare, won't lay off with bein' worried for Spike... Maybe what happened at the boutique wasn't anythin'...)

“Perhaps in time for our lovely dinner with-”

“Rarity! Ah'll talk with Spike before ah lot of things, but we gottah get settled first! Just- drop it will ya?!” Applejack ground her teeth as she started to pick up her pace, wanting to get the bags dropped off quickly and end this interrogation. Rarity bit her lip and allowed the frustrated apple farmer to walk ahead. While she did want the two to get past this fight, the usually dramatic mare didn't wanted to start another fight with the farm mare herself.

(I never seem to be able to get along with Applejack... All we do is bicker and annoy one another... 'Make a lovely couple' indeed... But she does have such strength...!)

In moments the large snow topped castle came into view as it towered over the other nearby buildings and ponies who wanted to enter through its gates. Twilight quickly showed the group to their rooms to stow their belongings and they split up quickly after that. Rarity led the way to her own room with both Spike and Applejack following silently behind her. They didn't acknowledge the other's presence as they finished their task. Dropping the large suitcases by the doorway, neither Spike nor Applejack said a word as they exited and went to the different rooms in the large white hallway.

Rarity spent a moment staring at the empty doorway before turning to unpack her supplies. She had to not only plan for five days of high class vacation but also to bring enough fabric and thread to make needed adjustments to any outfit that wouldn't fit. With a concentrated frown, the unicorn levitated the new costumes out to hang on a nearby rack as they received one last check. Her gaze rested on a small purple dress suit that was next to a dark brown waistcoat with two long tails.

(I know I'm prone to dramatic moments, but this fight is getting ridiculous... But I don't think I can help or do anything at this point; they would have to tell me what is going on or what they are fighting about for me to help any more... Oh, I do so dislike to see my good friends fight... Please Applejack, keep your word and do something about this...)

At that moment the farmer in question was walking down the hallway to where the librarian was staying with her number one assistant. Even though they had only been in the castle for a little over an hour and a half, Applejack could tell that Rarity would not let it go until they did something about the fight. And if there was one thing the blonde mare wanted to do, it was please the gray-white unicorn (within reason afterall). It was still in her ability to try to resolve it which is what drew her heavy hoofstep to the door. As she raised a single hoof to knock, the door was jerked open for a frazzled lavender unicorn to fill it.

“Oh, howdy Twilight. Are ya doin' ok?” Applejack peered curiously to the other mare who grimaced before rubbing her muzzle with a hoof.

“I haven't seen Pinkie Pie since earlier and it's getting close to our dinner with the Princesses...” Twilight gazed to either side as she searched the hallway around the apple farmer.

“We still got a half hour before we have tah be there, Twi'. It won't be that bad would it?” Applejack pushed back her hat as she watched the unicorn prance in place.

“No... Maybe? Pinkie was acting... differently... and I just want to make sure that she's ok.” The lavender mare shifted in place, as she continued to glance around. The farm pony frowned briefly before shaking her head and sighing.

“Alright, did ya want us tah go lookin' for her?” The farmer resigned herself to not being able to speak with the dragon just yet and started to turn on the spot when Twilight called for her attention.

“No no! I'll go ahead and search; could you make sure everyone gets to the dinner ok?” Twilight didn't wait very long for the answer as she stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her. She checked on the orange mare to find her nodding to the request and smirked happily.

“Sure thin' Twilight, Ah'll make sure no one else is runnin' late... Does, does Spike know when tah go?” Applejack glanced briefly to the door with a frown before looking back to the others in the hallway.

“Spike should be just fine on his own, he knows better than to be late. Thanks Applejack!” The nervous librarian quickly ran down the hall as she twisted her head left and right in search of a blur of pink, leaving the orange farmer behind with an unsure frown.

“Uhh, sure...”

(...Thread colors from abbey to zumthor... Fabrics over here.... Final outfits for friends over in that corner.... Hmmm, yes, this shall do...) Rarity glanced around her room one last time after having spent an hour and a half organizing her makeshift workshop. She had unpacked her multiple suitcases in moments and was now prepared to work on all the costumes for the upcoming play. Just as she was about to get down to the business of checking the state of each costume there was knocking on her door. Frowning in annoyance, the dress maker turned to it and gave a light call.

“Yes?”

“Hey Rarity, Ah'm just checkin' on ya tah be sure ya'll be on time for the dinner.” Applejack pushed open the door slightly to be sure she was heard and found herself stunned when confronted by the complete change. Rarity stared on shocked at finding herself with the orange mare once more and took a moment before gathering her wits.

“Oh, yes, I'll... I'll be there for sure darling...” The unicorn tried to remain neutral as the farmer nodded to these words with a teasing smirk.

“Sure ya will sugarcube, just want tah make sure it's today, in a half hour an' not tomorrow at 5pm.” Applejack chuckled briefly at the shock that flashed across the other mare's face before it settled into a joking huff.

“So long as you're not all sweaty and a mess for our rather important meal with the Princesses darling.” Rarity couldn't hide her pleased smile for long as she brushed past the earth pony to lead the way out. She glanced up and down the wide hall and noticed the two pegasi already turning around the corner to head to the dinning room.

“Was I the last to be gathered?” The light-gray mare raised a single haughty brow to the orange earth pony who shook her head at the question.

“Well, yes an' no sugarcube. We still gottah get our sisters.” Applejack tried to hold back her amused laughter at the sudden dejection of the unicorn. Together they went next door where the sounds of happy shouting came from. Sharing a bemused glance, the two older mares barely knocked on the door before heading in only to receive a pillow in each of their faces for their troubles.

The trio of fillies had been in the middle of a large scale pillow fight with the higher quality cushions. They had been in the midst of jumping off of the nearby furniture when they noticed the deadpan from both mares in the doorway as they stared at the mess inside.

“Girls! Honestly, this is Canterlot Castle! And we've been invited to perform for the Princesses and the very capital of our country! Surely you could have not made a giant mess of a guest room?!” Rarity began to magic the bits of feather back into their corresponding pillows as the three girls stood stock still in the center. Applejack was soon more amused than irate and tried not to laugh loud enough to draw the prissy mare's anger.

“Right, we're visitin' this place an' it's not very nice tah mess with other pony's stuff. Come on, we gottah get tah a dinner we were invited to.” The older earth pony helped to set the pillows back, barely holding back an eye roll at the blue hue that adjusted them into 'proper' position after her attempt. The fillies stood aside as they were watching the older siblings clean up with somber faces and flipped back ears. This anxiety was soon dismissed as they found their sisters were too distracted to worry about the mess they had made.

Once the room was back to its former glory, the five ponies tried to keep up a fast pace to get there in time. They arrived to find that Spike, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash were already there along with both Princesses. As the group arrived, those sitting at the large dark purple table paused in their idle chitchat.

“Sorry ya'll, we had tah help the girls get ready tah come for the meal. Hope ya weren't waitin' long.” Applejack tipped her hat to the royal sisters who dipped their heads in acceptance of the apology.

“No need to apologize Applejack, we had merely seen that the others had gathered and joined as well. You are still early after all.” Princess Celestia smiled warmly to the group as they took their seats and began the light hearted chat once again.

It was a good fifteen minutes later when a certain lavender unicorn burst in with an apologetic cry. Even though Twilight couldn't find her marefriend, she was willing to merely start the meal instead and sat with the others. When the chefs arrived with a large cake in front of them, no one suspected that the missing mare was actually hiding inside and waited for her chance to surprise the others. After the slightly bumpy start, everyone was more than willing to turn to more light chatter as they ate, though a certain drama queen's thoughts were most definitely not on the high class meal before her.

(It seems that Applejack and Spike are still not talking with one another.... Oh, if only they could stop this silly silent treatment... But Applejack can be such a stubborn mare when she wants to, it will be rather hard for her to find a nice stallion to settle down with if she keeps it up...) Rarity frowned at this thought as it sat uneasily in her mind. She couldn't seem to picture the strong mare finding a stallion and tried not to stare at the farmer as she continued to wonder. (Perhaps, she wouldn't find the perfect stallion? Maybe she would find a lovely fragile mare to protect and lift up...)

The prim mare didn't enjoy this new thought any more than the one of her friend with a random stallion and tried to keep her mind from the orange mare by focusing on the young dragon beside her. Spike was trying to keep her attention with more tales from the library and of the residential couple's quirkiness.

On the other side of the gray-white mare, Applejack tried to keep from wondering why Rarity was frowning so much and focused on the two mares that sat leaning on one another across the table instead. After Twilight had confessed to being with Pinkie Pie, the usually hyper mare had leaned over to whisper into the studious mare's ear. The reaction was instantaneous. Twilight shot up with a bright red blush while whining to her marefriend to stop and behave as Pinkie giggled behind a hoof before wrapping the mare in a tight hug. The orange earth pony was about to ask what had been said when she noticed how stiffly the lavender unicorn was and how the blaze didn't fade in the following half hour. Deciding that it may very well not be worth embarrassment, Applejack turned her attention to the food before her and tried to enjoy the lavish meal.

Once the dinner was finished the friends began to split up for the evening. Applejack and Rarity escorted their sisters and Scootaloo back to their room before leaving just as quickly. Neither really noticed how distracted the other was and gave each other a brief farewell before heading to opposite ends of the hall. The blonde earth pony couldn't stand the tense atmosphere of trying not to fight with Spike and Rarity's words and pleas still rang in her ears.

With firm and yet soft steps, Applejack made her way to Twilight's door and paused to gather her determination once more. Giving a single huff of frustration, she knocked gently (for her) only to be surprised at the sudden response.

"Pinkie? What are-OH! Applejack, I-I'm sorry, I thought- uhm never mind... Hi, what can we do for you?” Twilight's face went from lightly blushing to a muted blaze when she realized that it wasn't the hyperactive mare awaiting on the other side. Trying to cover the slip up, she wore a shaky grin while opening the door further.

“Uh, alright... I was hopin' tah talk with Spike about-” Applejack leaned back at the attempted covering of what happened and tried to remain neutral as she stated her purpose. She was soon cut off as Twilight's eyes widened before shrinking down with a pleased grin rapidly growing on her muzzle.

"Oh! Yes, please, right this way! SPIKE! Can you come over here please?!” The unicorn grabbed the other mare's hoof and pulled inside as she almost manically grinned to where the young dragon stepped forward. Both opponents paused at the sight of the other before Applejack pushed her hat further up on her head with a sigh.

“Howdy Spike, Ah-Ah've come tah talk with ya about... about Rarity.” The earth pony sat in the center of the room while Twilight sat in between the dragon and earth pony. Spike frowned at the direct approach and crossed his arms with a huff.

“Oh yeah? You going to give up then?” The drake squinted at the orange mare who frowned as well before sighing and rearranging her face into a more neutral one.

“No. But there has tah be ah way for us to try an' get along even with both of us likin' the same pony.” Applejack glanced quickly to the door to be sure that it was indeed shut and looked back to find Spike unsure of such a feat. The silence grew thicker as neither side knew of a way around the fact that they both liked the same mare. Twilight looked back and forth between them with a growing frown before sitting up brightly with an almost plastic grin.

“Well! It may be true that you both like Rari-”

“Shush Twi', keep yer voice down!”

“Shhhh! Twilight!” Twilight broke off at the double shushing and raised a single brow at their paranoia but decided not to comment, continuing on with her suggestion.

“-uh, like the same pony, but studies show that this is rather common among good friends. A way around it is to share, in a manner of speaking.” Seeing blank stares meeting her words, the unicorn continued. “Like, sharing holidays or taking turns?”

“... Ya want us tah share Rarity? Like some foal's toy?”

“I don't want to share! That's not what loving somepony is like!” The two love-struck fighters stared with disbelief to the now sheepish unicorn who shrugged while nodding agreement to the statement.

“Yes, you're right. That's not what loving somepony is like; I should know. But Rarity doesn't seem to favor either one of you and fighting about it doesn't help anyone...” Twilight trailed off as she gazed to the door while imagining the pony that held her heart and the odd flirting and behavior she had earlier in the day. Applejack noticed this faraway gaze and recalled with a blush how they were acting at the dinner table. Coming to a rapid decision that caused a flinch of pain, the earth pony stared firmly to Spike who stared back resolutely.

“And us fightin' is hurtin' Rarity's feelings. Ah may not like it, but Ah don't want tah see Rarity sad so would that be alright with you Spike? We share for holidays an' then take turns tryin' tah impress her?” The blonde earth pony wanted to settle this quickly, both the unicorn's plea and the librarian's actions spurning her to end it fast.

“We should also not really try tah mess with one another when we do get tah be with Rarity. She’d notice and think something’s goin’ on.” Applejack frowned pensively to the door, recalling how sometimes eerily Rarity was able to figure out something was going on and get upset about it.

Spike frowned but shared in need to make the dramatic mare happy. With another huff and tightening of his arms, the drake nodded once and held out a claw to shake. As the two quickly shook on it, Spike tightened his grip while frowning at the mare.

“We might be acting all nice and everything for Rarity, but as soon as she picks a clear favorite -me, of course- you’ll accept her decision, right?” The drake glared suspiciously to the apple farmer who frowned at the assumption.

“And if’in she decides tah go with someone else, anyone else, we’d both agree not tah go upsetting her about the decision, right?” Applejack watched with squinted eyes as the drake grumbled and nodded his consent.

They dropped the shake after this newest deal and took a few unsure steps back; giving one last nod to each other, they turned away and parted in silence. Applejack left the awkward atmosphere rapidly with a hasty farewell to Twilight who snapped back from her daze in surprise. Glancing between the closing door and the pouting dragon who turned away, the lavender mare blinked rapidly in shock before stepping forward hesitantly.

“Uhm, did you guys come to a decision?” As Twilight tapped her hooves anxiously, Spike could only stare on in disbelief; the older mare had been in the room the entire time and was even the one to suggest the temporary solution. The youth rolled his eyes as he turned away to prepare his bed for the night. While he didn't want to admit the solution they agreed to, it had been bothering Twilight and she did know about it in the first place.

“Yeah, we're going to share Rarity's time during holidays while taking turns hanging out with her on normal days...” Spike rolled his eyes at the foolish sounding 'deal' but didn't miss the pleased yet sheepish grin his guardian wore.

“Oh, that's good... I guess I didn't need the flash cards huh?” Twilight levitated a thick stack of small index cards that held some suggestions to help the issue. Spike rolled his eyes once more with a wry grin while Twilight chuckled before glancing to the door once more.

“...Twilight, were you expecting someone else to stop by?” The purple dragon noticed this distracted behavior and was interested to see the flinch that flashed across Twilight's face before clearing into a reassuring smile.

“Oh, uh, no. I was just... Thinking...” The lavender pony began to busy herself with readying for bed to the confusion of her assistant. He soon shrugged however and settled in the small bed prepared for him and thought about what this deal meant for his attempts to woo the fashionista.

Rarity stood in the center of a catastrophe of fabric and thread. Her magic flowed over the workspace as members of the supporting cast tried on their outfits only to be whisked off to be adjusted with a sharp needle and quick eye. The dressmaker had to relocate her entire set up from her quest room to backstage of the grand hall where the stage was set up. Dim lighting didn't relieve the shadows from preventing the tailor from working at her best; something that almost didn't matter since shouts and the sounds of hammers made it nigh impossible to concentrate. The alabaster unicorn sent her young dragon helper to fetch more lights to see her work only to pause as a southern accent rang over the din.

“Howdy Rarity, ya look real busy. Was-was there somethin' Ah could help ya with?” Applejack side stepped as one of the actresses raced past with a bucket of nails in her mouth. The orange mare stared curiously after her but turned her attention back on the fashionista in time to see her quick head shake 'no'.

“Sorry darling but this requires a detailed eye and magic speeds up the process. I'm afraid that you would be very much out of your element...” Rarity couldn't spare a glance to the dejected farmer even as she flinched at the new thought pushing forward. (We have so little in common! How are we a 'lovely couple' when we cannot even enjoy the same things? And why does this irk me so...? It was just a simple misunderstanding...)

“Oh, uh, ok... Ah-Ah guess Ah'll go find some other way tah help.” The farmer only took a single morose step before the refined voice called out with a timid suggestion.

“A-Applejack! Perhaps you could help the set designers? They seem to be having trouble with the pieces and have no consideration for those who need some kind of peace and quiet to work. Could you be a dear and do something about it?” Rarity fluttered her lashes as she held both fore-hooves together in a plea for action. Smirking at the behavior, Applejack tipped her hat smoothly before turning happily to find the lead designer.

“Sure thin' sugarcube.”

Spike rushed back to the light-gray unicorn's side, passing under and around the various other working ponies, to stop with a light pant as he held out his arm full of candles. While the fashion designer levitated the tall candles into place, the drake glanced about in surprise at how much quieter the set had became. Ponies were still working on the wooden props and painting as quickly as they could but the relentless sound of hammers and shouts for more supplies were no longer echoing through the room.

“Hey, what happened to all the noise? Did they finally get the set all together?” Spike glanced once more around the building before staring in reverence to the unicorn who held a hoof to her chin in thought.

“Hmmm? Oh yes, Applejack was able to teach them how to properly make the props and was able to allow the more creative minds to have a moment of peace and quiet. Thank you darling for the candles, this shall be a tremendous help. If you could get those fabrics? This one needs to be almost completely redone!” Rarity turned from the drake as she looked over another costume wearing actor who seemed nervous about the close scrutiny. Spike frowned lightly before throwing his chest out in self-importance. While the farmer may be better with building and lifting things, only he was allowed to help with making the costumes.

The fashionista noticed the lessening of this frozen attitude and watched with half an eye on the two friends who were trying to be more civil to one another. This pleasant note was soon overridden by the chance to see yet another example of Applejack's strength. The orange earth pony easily bore any and every prop on her back without showing any kind of strain. Her travels often drew many eyes to her even as Applejack showed no notice of this attention. Spike glanced between the earth pony and the mare of his heart with a small frown at the awe he saw there. Coughing lightly with a claw to his mouth, the drake reminded the dressmaker of her duties and they set out to work once more.

With the two mares leading the way, the set up went smoothly as every costume was fitted properly and every prop made in quick fashion with an even faster placement. By the second day of the trip, they were at the stage of rehearsal with full costume and most of the set in place. There had been a small bump in the road when the Cutie Mark Crusaders tried to 'help' and set back production half a day; this was easily fixed however and the girls were politely told not to be underhoof while the older ponies worked.

When it came time for the actual performance the two older sisters made sure their siblings were in the very front where they could keep an eye on them during the play. The performance went on without a hitch and was a rousing success to the seven friends' great satisfaction. They went to bed that night exhausted but pleased with the success while excitement kept their minds abuzz of what the next day would bring.

The next morning shone bright with yet more fresh powder having arrived during the night. Even with the pink rimmed white sleep-mask on, Rarity could feel the morning begin. She wasn't sure what woke her but could tell she would be unable to return to the land of dreams. Thinking back to the last image of the dream, of a blonde maned pony with the scent of apples, Rarity decided that it would indeed be better to just get up from bed.

With a flourish of her magic, the large quilted blanket lifted off the unicorn as she removed the sleep-mask with a bright grin. With a spring in her step and a gleam in her eye, the fashionista trotted out of her room. Passing a quick glance up and down the hall she noticed a swish of blonde going around the corner. Rarity frowned in confusion before walking quickly after the orange mare and pausing at the sight of an empty hallway when she arrived at the crossroad. After searching rapidly each of the options, the light-gray mare noticed that a nearby large glass door was slightly opened.

Exiting the soft warmth to the brisk chill of the outside balcony caused the unicorn to shiver as she swept her gaze over the platform. Standing across from the door stood the mare she sought, with her face up and enjoying the brisk breeze with a soft smile and closed eyes. Rarity couldn't move from her spot as she watched in bedazzlement. What truly captured her eye was how the blonde mane was let loose to flow in the light wind. She gave a small jump of shock when, without turning around or opening her eyes, Applejack chuckled and greeted the silent watcher.

“Mornin' sugarcube. Ya gonnah be alright? It's mighty cold out an' ya don't have some fancy scarf tah keep ya warm.” The farm mare had woken up early like she did everyday and wanted to find a bit of fresh, clean air to start her day. Rarity shivered at the reminder of the cold but stepped out further to be next to the orange farmer with a small smirk.

“Perhaps darling, but you are also out in this chilly air. Surely you-you're cold as well...?” The fashion pony tried to gaze at the view presented to them but couldn't help stare at the free-flowing mane. Applejack noticed this distraction and turned to the unicorn with a small smirk.

“Eeyup, but Ah've worked in the fields in the middle of winter... Are ya ok Rarity? Ya seem distracted, is the cold gettin' to ya?” The farmer stepped closer to shelter the more fragile mare from the chilling wind. The unicorn stiffened as it merely brought the apple scent to her attention even more than usual.

“O-oh, I'll be fine darling. Just a little, distracted, by the sight before-before us...” Rarity shifted in place before glancing to the door behind them. She was very tempted to return but couldn't move from the warmth beside her.

“Eeyup... Canterlot is ah pretty neat view from up here...” The two mares fell silent as they watched the sun rise up a little more. The tailor was stunned at the sight since she rarely woke up early enough to enjoy the sight.

“What are you doing up so early anyways darling? Have you been out here long?” Rarity couldn't help but peek at the mare beside her who winced at the question. Applejack remembered how she had paused in front of the unicorn's room before finding the nearest terrace for fresh air. She had been tempted to check on the mare but decided to clean the scent of lavender perfume from her senses with the brisk morning.

“Oh, well, uh, Ah've just been here for ah moment is all... Ya look real cold, why don't ya head inside? Ah'm sure the others are startin' tah get up.” Applejack jerked her head back to indicate the door behind them only to stare on in surprise when Rarity shook her head with a pensive frown.

“I simply couldn't leave you out here by yourself darling.” The fashion-minded mare stared at the other mare from the corner of her eye only to smile at the bemused smirk that grew on her face.

“Of course not. Come on then, Ah'd rather not have tah carry a frozen unicorn back inside.” The farmer smirked one last time to the shivering mare before leading the way inside. The two friends shivered at the change of temperature from outside briefly before continuing to head inside.

They were about to go in search of their friends when they noticed a door open further down the hall with three curious pairs of eyes peeking out. Finding the two older mares standing in the middle of the hallway, the door shut rapidly with wide eyes of surprise. The older sisters smiled bemusedly at the fillies' excitement before heading towards their door. With a gentle knock, Applejack pushed open the door with Rarity hovering nearby.

"Alright girls, we know yer awake an' ya want yer Hearth Warmin' Day presents. Come on, we'll go find the others.” At the apple farmer's words the trio of friends shot out of the room and down the hallway with cheers. Sharing an eye roll at the behavior, the two friends followed the dust trail left behind the excited fillies.

Rounding the corner, the older ponies found the girls checking each door before moving on until they found one that released confetti and streamers with a loud pop. They all paused in surprise before laughing at how they were able to identify the proper room. The fillies rushed inside with the other mares following at a sedate pace to find Twilight, Pinkie Pie and Spike already inside with a large fire and decorated tree along the opposite wall.

Rarity froze in unease at having both the young dragon and earth pony in the same room but was pleased to see how they greeted each other with small smiles. She walked forward in a daze to find that they had saved a place between the two of them for her to sit at and smiled weakly to them in thanks. As they waited for the last of their group to arrive, the friends played games and sang songs to pass the time. Spike and Applejack made sure to give the other a chance to talk and to keep Rarity's attention. This continued to baffle the fashionista which was only expanded when they were about to share gifts with one another. Once the pegasi arrived, they didn't want to torture the younger members of the group by waiting to open gifts. It was to Rarity's great surprise that both Spike and Applejack had gifts for the other even though they had been fighting for the past month.

“Here ya go Spike, hope ya like it.” A small green box was hoofed over to the young drake who was surprised but hesitant to accept the gift. After the almost complete avoidance of the previous month, he didn't realize that she would still get him a gift.

“Th-thanks Applejack... Wow! This looks really good!” Spike lifted up a pie that seemed to glint in the soft light. The scent of gems reached his sensitive dragon nose, helping him to identify the filling as rubies in a golden brown crust. Even as he held it up it steamed as a sign of just how fresh it was. He looked up with wide eyes to the bashful earth pony who scuffed a hoof along the ground.

“Well, it took a while tah make just right. Never had tah cook with gems before, had to get help from Twilight an' Pinkie Pie. They also helped tah make sure it didn't get old waiting for ya to open it... I had already made it for ya, didn't want it tah go to waste...” Applejack tried to appear nonchalant about it while eying the apple red box was pushed towards her by the drake. With a curious brow raised, the blonde farm mare slowly opened the gift and was interested to see a green bandana waiting for her.

"Yeah, well, I may have gotten you this a while back too.. Before the... fight..." Spike glanced to the side as the orange mare pulled out the bandana to get a closer look at it.

“Thank ya kindly Spike, this should help while Ah work on the farm.” The apple farmer grinned while the purple dragon waved off the thanks. Both parties fell silent as they stared at the gifts only to find their attention drawn to a happy sigh.

“I do not want to presume but have you two made up?” Rarity stared at them with hope shining in her eyes at the renewed friendship. The others shared an unsure glance before nodding to the unicorn.

“Eeyup... We've worked it out an' we're sorry tah have upset ya Rarity...”

“Yeah, we're sorry Rarity.” Spike twiddled his claws while Applejack shuffled in place, both uneasy at having upset the unicorn for so long, only to be stunned at the happy grin and large hug that was given to the two apologetic friends. Both Applejack and Spike were surprised at the contact and at finding themselves squished against the other but accepted it. If it meant pleasing the persnickety mare then it was worth it.

“Thank you Applejack...” The fashion-minded unicorn whispered into an orange ear in appreciation as she gave both a tight squeeze before stepping back once more. All participants of the hug wore light blushes before turning to join in the games that were laid out in the room.

As Spike challenged Applejack to a round of 'gone fishing', Rarity found she still couldn't look away from the loose blonde mane and strong form as she watched from the sidelines.

(… I can always count on Applejack's strength to help with any matter... Would she still help if she was with somepony else...? Why oh why do I wonder about such things when it is her private business...?!)

Chapter 15 - Hearts and Hooves Day

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Mid February, 1005 A.D. (After Discord)

The pale-gray unicorn cast her gaze over the crowd, feeling the weight of her saddle bag on her waist as she took delicate hoofsteps that resounded in the market square. Her mind wasn’t on her current task and instead of shopping she spent her time thinking about the local apple farmer.

The day was brisk since spring was still a little over a month away. That didn’t stop the warmth that came with these thoughts however. Rarity didn’t pause by any of the usual stands or stores, walking with determination and nose slightly in the air. Her ears were at the ready but weren’t in use, not listening to the low buzz around her as she saw the orange farmer in her mind’s eye.

This winter has been rather chilly, the boots and scarves have been wonderful but apple trees are barren in winter… She did say that there were a lot of things they had to do… I wonder what sort of things they have to show for it. Perhaps I should… go and check on her to be absolutely sure.

The sound of a cheerful southern greeting cut through the air, the only thing that made its way to the unicorn’s attention. Every other sound went unheard as Applejack’s sharpened, especially when Rarity came closer to the apple stand.

“Apple tarts! Apple Jams! Apple Sauce! Ya gottah get ‘em while ya can! Oh hey there Rarity. How ya doin’?” Green eyes shifted from gazing at the crowd in general to focusing intently on the gray-white mare, joy lighting up the farmer’s eyes while the unicorn couldn’t help a small smile in return.

“I’m doing well darling. And the uhm, the apple business?” Rarity’s gaze flickered from the happy face before looking to the various treats laid out on the wooden shelf.

“We’re doin’ just fine.” Applejack grinned at the other mare as she stood on her hind legs behind the stand. Rarity’s own gaze started to wander only to have it snap back up at the sound of a mare behind her.

“Oh Rarity, there you are! I was hoping to catch you!” The two friends shifted their attention from one another to the pale-pink earth pony standing behind the fashionista. Rarity smiled even as she internally flinched at being almost caught and half turned to face the new mare.

“Oh hello Daisy, why were you looking for me?” The pale-green maned mare smiled nervously in return, shifting slightly on her hooves as she tried to keep eye contact with the fashionista.

“I was hoping to place an order for Hearts and Hooves day… Could I stop by to get a dress made later today?” Daisy grinned hopefully; the smile grew when the gray-white unicorn nodded in tandem and waved a hoof to the boutique’s direction.

“Of course darling, we could get started on that right away.” Rarity gave the mare a professional smile and paused for a second, feeling the presence behind her intensify when Applejack questioned her.

“Sugarcube, weren’t ya goin’ shoppin’? Did, uh, did ya want me to get the stuff for ya?” The orange mare glanced between the empty sacks and the intrigued face of the tailor.

“You would do that for me darling?” Rarity tilted her head, a single brow raised as she looked to the bashful farmer.

“Sure thing sugarcube, ya got a list?” With a grateful smile, the unicorn floated over the short list to the orange mare and turned on the spot to lead the way to her shop.

Along the brisk trip back, she found more customers waiting for her return. Quickly getting organized, the pale-gray unicorn had a waiting line made and rapidly took measurements as well as what was requested. Some were dresses and suits, some were colorful scarves and hats, and even more wanted a combination of both. With every customer that she spoke with, another two walked in until closing time. The waiting ponies stayed until each was seen, the meetings lasting until late that night.

Mane unraveling and eyes twitching briefly, Rarity walked out Lucky Clover who wanted to look nice for Hearts and Hooves day. Once the door was shut, the overwhelmed tailor leaned against the frame with a heavy sigh.

Oh dear, Hearts and Hooves day orders are already coming in… A full workload and it’s only the first day… Another three weeks until the actual day and I’m sure it won’t slow down at all. I better get started, I have a lot of work ahead of me…

While she leaned without grace against the door, a sudden knock shook the frame of both the door and mare against it. Ears tipped forward tightly, Rarity glared at the purple object, trying to project her displeasure through the ether to whoever was on the other side. She remained in that position until a southern drawl caused her to stand up with a much brighter expression.

“Rarity? Ya there? Ah got yer groceries, ya got the time tah open the door?” Opening said door revealed the orange mare waiting patiently behind it, hat tipped back as she brought her gaze to the opening with a half grin. Rarity patted her mane in an attempt to put some style back into it at the gaze.

“Applejack, darling! Thanks ever so much for getting that for me! Please, come right in!” The unicorn stepped back to let the apple farmer in with a smile. Applejack gazed curiously to the frazzled mare before noticing the pile of fabrics and papers riddled with notes strewn about the room.

Rarity chuckled uneasily, running a hoof through her mane as her smile shifted to one of embarrassment.

“Eh heh, sorry darling, it was simply mad earlier and yet it seems that today was the perfect time to get groceries. I’m going to be rather busy after all for the next few days… If you could come along, we’ll put these away in a snap!” Rarity didn’t wait and turned to the kitchen, briskly striding forward to take attention away from the chaos. She could feel the warmth of the farmer following behind her and tried not to be distracted, even if it did feel like she was being closely watched by striking green eyes that shone with bright clarity.

When the alabaster unicorn turned around however, Applejack was in the midst of removing the bagged goods from the bags hugging her waist. Surprise and confusion flashed across Rarity’s face before settling into a stupor, watching the strong neck muscles of the earth pony across the way move and stretch. Cheeks flushing at the sight and obsessive thoughts, Rarity turned her face away, blush spreading rapidly as she opened drawers and cabinets.Turning to face the other mare, blush subsiding while she controlled her thoughts and eyes, the unicorn found the farmer closer than before. Applejack had stepped forward, bags hanging from her hoof, and leaned towards the opened cabinets to start putting things away. The sight of boxed goods being placed on the lower shelves instead of their proper place shook the prissy mare from her stupor. With a short gasp, Rarity levitated the offending objects into the air with a brief thought, turning to frown at the farmer who froze at the sound and glare.

“Applejaaack! Those are NOT the proper location for boxes! And the cans must be placed on the very bottom, but not in the far corner lest they gather dust and lie forgotten. And the bags of fruits must be taken out and set just- why are you smiling like that?” Rarity, glancing from her quick placement of the offending foods, had gotten dazed by the very soft smile that the earth pony wore. She expected a roll of green eyes, an annoyed frown, a push of the brown hat, anything but a pleased and soft grin.

“Oh, er, Ah’m fine. Jus’ thinkin’ of how ya always gottah have the most peculiar ways to put things back.” The earth pony braced herself, tightening her shoulders even as her grin remained in place. Rarity drew in a breath and was about to expel it when her nose caught the scent of apples and sweat the other wore almost like a perfume. Leaning closer, eyes drawn shut, the unicorn’s mind wandered for a moment.

Hmm, even in this brisk air, she still smells as though she just came from apple bucking. Those strong and powerful muscles delivering kicks to trees, though that is not all that they could be used for… The way her eyes light up as she smiles, like she is finding the first rays of sunlight… I don’t believe I’ve seen that kind of grin nor the way her eyes seem to rival the most precious stone I have in my collection… Simply darlin-

Rarity snapped her eyes open, pupils wide and frantic, before shrinking to pinpricks. Her gaze shifting up and down, she confirmed that she had indeed gotten unintentionally closer to the other mare, her unusual silence causing the other’s small smile to hide underneath a concerned frown.

“Rare-Rarity? Are ya ok? Yer, you’ve been kind of quiet there… Do ya need tah lay down?” Applejack tilted her head, eyes searching the bewildered gaze of the unicorn, only to stiffen in place when an almost maniacal smile formed on the prissy mare’s muzzle.

“Oh darlin’, I’ll be just fine. Thank you oh so much for helping me all the time; I believe I’ve got it under control. Have a nice evening dear!” Rarity laid both hooves against the solid frame, shuddering at the feel of tightly bunched muscles, pushing the earth pony through the store to the front door. Her mind was in an uproar, thoughts screaming to be heard over one another, making it impossible to hear any of the noises that came from the world around her.

How could I even-! Why does she affect me so-!?! Why can’t I-?!? This isn’t what a proper lady-!! I can’t believe I was-!!! This, this has to stop! We are friends! Merely friends! I shall not think of her like-!

Enough!! I shall compose myself and act accordingly. I simply have too much work to do and not nearly enough time to do it. Something that will be made all the worse if I continue to think about-... I shall not even finish the thought. Come along Rarity, we have a lot of work to do!

The alabaster unicorn stood up from where she rested against the floor and doorway. Flashing a surprised glance at how she stood against the closed fixture, with no Applejack in sight, Rarity raised to her full height and brushed her mane back. Checking that the sign was indeed set to ‘closed’, she trotted up the stairs to her workroom, shutting down and preventing any thoughts aside from work to appear in her frazzled mind.

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In what felt like mere minutes later, a solid and almost frantic hoof pounding came from the downstairs door. Ears flicking only for a second, they righted back within moments at the familiar accent that floated through the air. The frenzied mind shied away from who the voice belonged to, magic and ink splattering in haste, while their owner tried to keep shrunken blue eyes from wandering as they seemed to have grown accustomed to doing. Moments later, the insistent knocking stopped, giving the unicorn a tiny respite before her mind swirled in confusion. Giving her head a firm shake, Rarity continued to draw and create, magic starting to levitate the needed fabrics and cutting them to size.

This continued for several hours, though time didn't seem to be passing to the unicorn, her mind off in spirals. It was only after finding she had pre-cut everything (with minor adjustments needing to be made) that she paused in her work. Looking around with wide, surprised eyes, she found that her body and mind had prepared all the current orders for assembly.

O-oh, I suppose I should take a break then, having gotten so much work done in one afternoon after all. Perhaps, just a mite to eat...

Rising from her hunched position, the light-gray mare swayed in place, a hoof reaching to her temple. Passing by her mane, which felt brittle and utterly frizzed, the weak hoof rubbed at her head, trying to remove the sudden dizziness she felt.

Wha-what's wrong with me? Surely I couldn't have overworked myself in a single night!

Trying not to tilt over, she made her slow way to the door, leaning against the wall as her hooves shook. Frowning to the window that showed an early morning through the cracks of her blinds, she edged out of the room, using the wall to support her oddly weak figure. Reaching the top of the suddenly very long and tiring stairs, Rarity barely managed to get her eyes to focus on the bottom floor when a loud bang resounded through the building. The sudden pounding on the front door startled the weak unicorn. Jumping in fright, her hooves tripped over one another and removed all balance from the mare. The trip downstairs was quick and not so painless, her ability to stop herself gone, and was easy to notice as when she landed she couldn’t stand from the ungraceful heap at the bottom.

“RARITY!” Dual voices shouted from outside, fear tinting the sound, before an even louder crash filled the air. A pair of orange hind-hooves were just visible before their owner turned around and sped through the doorway, a smaller purple figure right on her heels.

“Rarity! What in tarnation are ya doin’ girl!?” Applejack and Spike both raced to the unicorn’s sides, trying to ascertain the damage without touching the weak form. Hearing two frightened voices from above, the fashionista raised her head with a drunken smile, exhaustion clouding her mind.

“Oh hello you two. Have I not stated how wonderful it is that you are both getting along so well?” Rarity could barely focus on the pair, barely catching the uncertain glance, before trying to stand once more. “Was there something you needed dears? I was, I was, uh… Ah yes! I was about to grab a little something to eat. Would you care to join me?”

Trying to stand proved too much for the unicorn. The others stood back only long enough for her to pull her hooves under her body. When it became apparent that she would not be able to get up the rest of the way, both Applejack and Spike lent their aid, holding her by each side and pulling her to the kitchen by unspoken agreement.

Applejack made the unicorn sit in the chair Spike pulled out. The alabaster mare swayed in place subconsciously. A mildly goofy grin was hovering on and off her muzzle. After a minute of silence, Rarity turned to the larger orange spot and fluttered her lashes.

“What-what was it you needed darlin’?” Green eyes sought out green slitted ones, confusion in both, before they focused on the mare between them once again.

“Applejack said you haven’t gone outside of the boutique in days. Are, are you doing ok Rarity?” Spike leaned against the mare of his dreams. Worry flowed from his smaller form, even as he strained to stand taller in the tailor’s sight.

“Oh! Hello Spikey-Wikey. Why, I’m perfectly fine darling, and yourself?” With a tilt of her head, the unicorn almost slipped off her chair, finding the edge of the world by trying to smile at the dragon. In seconds two sets of comforting limbs reached out to steady her. Spike frowned only for a moment before sighing in resignation. Hearing a deeper sigh, one that only a certain gruff earth pony could pull off, Rarity lost focus on the drake and looked to her right, where Applejack released her side.

“Rarity, you've been working nonstop haven’t ya? Did ya… Do ya remember eatin’ anything?” The earth pony drew away, the motion followed closely by dazed blue eyes, while she started to move towards the stove top.

“Of course darlin’! I simply have too many things to do and can’t rest for a moment! As for food, why of- of course I… I’ve… eaten… something. I must have eaten something…” Rarity swooned in place, a hoof to her forehead, as she tried to think of what she ‘ate’. Noticing both sets of frowns, one from the drake and one from the earth pony just beyond him, Rarity waved a single hoof, almost falling once more in the attempt.

“I-I shall be fine! You surely have your work to do don’t you? Come now Spike, Applejack, there’s no need to worry.” The world spun once more once the fashion designer finished her attempt at persuasion. Something that only caused the others to worry more, as it was obvious she was in fact NOT alright. Spike opened his mouth, about to reassure the frazzled mare, only to have the earth pony cut him off.

“Don’t ya worry none sugarcube, me an’ Spike’ll help ya. Come on Spike, let’s get breakfast on the table.” The farmer called the lad over and began to cook the largest and most energy restoring meal she knew.

The scent of breakfast drew the fashionista’s attention, bringing her back to the world around her from the recesses of her own mind. Eyes finally focusing, she couldn’t help the smile that slowly grew at the sight of Applejack and Spike working together. Within seconds three plates were placed on the table. Freshly steaming scrambled eggs with toast on the side. Served in a large bowl was apple jam for the toast with a large pot of calming tea next to it.

Inhaling the aroma coming from the tea, Rarity slowly untensed and dug in with as much decorum that her sudden starvation could allow her. Spike and Applejack sat in front of their own plates, evenly spaced out from the gray-white unicorn, but couldn’t start to eat as they watched in concern. With each bite, the unicorn felt more awake and aware of herself. From tired hooves and frazzled mane, to exhausted magic supplies. Once the plate was clear of the meal, no one spoke as Spike and Applejack refilled both the plate and cup, watching with weary eyes.

Rarity made no comment, finding her hooves going without conscious consent, slowing only after the second helping was finished. Glancing upwards, the unicorn gave a small jump, having forgotten her company momentarily. Settling her hooves, she tried to smile only to find the others watching with silent apprehension.

“Oh, uhm, thank you both. Was, was there anything in particular you needed?” Rarity glanced between the two of them. Applejack had her hooves crossed on top of the table as she deadpanned the bewildered tailor. Spike could only frown, eyes tight, staring in unblinking anxiety at the other mare.

“You haven’t really gotten out of yer workshop since Ah stopped by two days ago. Ya spent two nights and probably the whole day yesterday workin’ nonstop. So now yer’ll get two helpers, an’ we won’t hear a word against it.” Applejack stood from the table as she spoke, trotting briskly to the sink and filling a cup with water. She finished her declaration by firmly placing the tall glass of water next to the fashionista. In moments Rarity couldn’t keep her hooves from gripping the glass and taking a full drink.

“You bet! Anything you need, I’ll get it done in a jiffy!” Spike sat up straighter, closing one of his fists in determination. The tailor smiled tightly to her two friends, feeling her heart swell at their interest. Nodding softly, her headache causing her to wince, the fashion designer started to stand only to have a claw and hoof keeping her from doing so.

“You sit down sugarcube. Ya got nothin’ tah worry about. We’ll make everything work smooth as apple cider.” With this firm declaration, the two helpers finished their own meals and set about helping for the day.

Rarity tried to levitate her glass to have another cup of water, unexpectedly parched, only to find her magic flicker and fail. It hadn’t even lifted the glass from the table. The unicorn stared in shock. Her magic had never been so low before, not even when she had to make over two dozen dresses for high profile clients in two weeks. The others noticed this and the drake was faster to respond since he was closer to the mare and sink. Using a step stool, he refilled the glass and carefully trotted back to the alabaster mare, a smile stretching across his face.

After watching closely to be sure the fashion mare had no issues with the cup, they set out to find where the majority of the mess was. It was to little surprise that the main disaster zone was in the ‘inspiration room’. Rolls of cloth hung from every flat surface, often draping across others or to the floor. Ribbons, sequins, and lace were over the cloth pieces, showing no real reason for any of it as bits and pieces were cut and placed over other parts. The two not-so-fashionable beings stood in the doorway, forms frozen in shock, eyes sweeping over the mess that covered everything but a single space large enough for a mare to sit hunched over the nearby desk.

Rarity was slower to head up the stairs, at odds with her almost unresponsive hooves, but still managed to get up there in time to see the dismay on her two friends’ faces. Stepping up to stand beside the orange farmer, she gazed at her usually impeccable workspace and placed a hoof over her eyes. The headache from earlier threatened to grow in size. Feeling once more unstable, the tailor swayed in place, about to lean against the farmer when she shifted and settled against the doorframe instead.

The muffled thud drew both Applejack and Spike’s attention. Turning their shell-shocked gaze from the creative explosion, they frowned when they noticed the weak figure beside them. Spike crawled under Applejack’s belly, a surprise that caused her to arch upwards, and rested a claw against the tired mare.

“Rarity? It, uh, it looks like you have most of the cutting done. What else has to be done? What could we do?” The drake stared up longingly to the off-white mare. The farmer behind him cast her gaze to the mare in question as well. She knew fashion wasn’t her specialty but wanted to help anyway she could.

The small voice drew Rarity from her musings, mind coming back from blankness, eyes opening with a tiny grin appearing to reassure them.

“Well, if you could be a dear and use my designs to sort out if I made the piles of needed supplies? Perhaps, uh, tidy up a bit, while you’re at it?” The fashionista’s smile grew at the energetic nod of the youth. Both mares watched him rush into the task, pulling sheets of designs from the desk and holding them up for inspection. Applejack was about to ask how she could help when the unicorn tilted her head in her direction without shifting her gaze.

“Darlin’... How long was I, erm, ‘out of it’?” Rarity didn’t turn away from where the young lad was working. She felt the mare beside her stiffen for a moment before relaxing once more, her right leg lifting up to adjust her hat.

“Sugarcube, ya gave me ah heart attack, you were that distracted. Ah tried the next mornin’ tah check on ya and found the shop was still closed. All that day, ponies were comin’ tah me an’ anyone else, asking if you were gonnah be open soon. Ah went that night and then this mornin’. When yer weren’t open still, Ah got Spike and we came as fast as we could.” Applejack fidgeted in place, her anxiety still remaining, finally allowing her eyes to look to the fashion mare. “Ya scared me half tah death Rarity.”

The gray-white unicorn sighed, closing her eyes tightly, unsteady form sagging against the frame even further. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she opened her gaze to focus on the farmer, appreciation and apology written all over her face. Standing briefly, she shifted her weight to rest against the strong mare, head dipping to nuzzle the farmer. Even as she tried to not breathe in her delicious scent, it was hard not to as a rush of wind came from the other mare, though she couldn’t tell why as her eyes were still firmly shut.

“Thank you Applejack, darlin’. If you could do me a, a favor? These others who wanted to stop by the previous day, could you see to it that they are all accounted for and have their requests written down? I will need basic measurements and what they would like for the holiday. If, if you could…?” Rarity stood once more, not wanting to give her mind or body a moment to think, nor did she acknowledge the blush that made its way across her muzzle. Something that only grew when Applejack nudged her in return.

“Shucks sugarcube, ‘course Ah will! Ah’ll get all them orders right proper. But you gottah rest up, ya hear? An’ drink more water!” The orange farmer waited for the small grin and nod before pushing her further down the hallway.

Stumbling from the strong push, her weakened body unable to pose any resistance, Rarity looked back to find the farm mare on her way downstairs. Blushing once more but unwilling to even give herself a chance to wonder why, the unicorn moved further down the hall, gaze focused on the bathroom that awaited her at the end.

Walking the rest of the way was a challenging task, but one that she knew would help tremendously in the end. Each little step cost her in energy and focus. When she did make it to the door, turning the handle without magic was the next difficulty. Stumbling through the frame, two separate voices shouted, trying to double check that everything was fine.

“Rarity?!”

“Rare!?”

“I’m fine darling, darlin’, just, taking a bath!” Silence met her words, a feat that made a satisfied grin appear on the unicorn’s face. Appeasing her two caretakers, Rarity began the tiring task of setting up her bath without the help of magic.

“Sugarcube, do ya need help gettin’ the water goin’?” The southern accent seemed to appear from nowhere. The tired designer hadn’t realized that Applejack had came back upstairs and tipped to the right, away from the sudden warm presence.

Turning her head in an almost rapid fashion, dizziness still threatening in the far corners of her mind, Rarity stared wide eyed at the honest and sincere expression on the other’s face. Green eyes flickered between the vast tub and the mare leaning against it, brows coming down in worry.

“Rarity, ya ok?” At the second call, the unicorn came back to her senses, having gotten lost once more in the clear gaze of the other mare.

“I’m fine darlin’. Though if you want to help me take a bath, I suppose I shan’t turn down a helping hoof.” Rarity stood once more, a dainty smile forming at the edges of her mouth. Her eyes were half-lidded, unable to stay open entirely, and gazed curiously back to the other mare. Watching the blush spread evenly over the freckled visage was an interesting sight. Something that required a closer inspection.

I wonder, do her freckles disappear when she blushes or merely become so covered that it seems that way? Where is she going? I thought she said she would help?

Finding her source of inspection backing slowly out of the room, Rarity pouted, lip jutting out while her eyes became harder in annoyance.

“I thought you were going to help me with the bath darlin’...?” Rarity’s eyes fluttered, unable to stay open as exhaustion crept back and took command of her body. The orange mare froze, eyes wide, breath freezing in place.

Finding no response, the unicorn turned back to the tub and tried once more to turn it on. Overreaching, she tipped forward, the bottom of the tub willing to make her acquaintance. Gray-white ears tipped back at a heavy sigh that came during this trip. A single strong hoof wrapped around her barrel, pulling her upright, while the other reached for the taps. Giving them a firm twist, Applejack set the water to flowing freely. Once the dizzy tailor was safe from drowning in two inch high water, the farmer sighed once more before glancing to the shelving on the side, trying to read any of the ‘fancy’ that was written on them.

“Rare, what did ya want in yer bath?” Applejack set the mare to lean against the fixture as she leaned closer to the row after row of bottles. Rarity, not liking the lack of warmth, leaned the opposite way to rest on the farmer. She took the sudden stillness as a sign of helping her stand up and gazed blearily to the multitudes of bottles.

“I do believe I could use some ‘bain de mousse’ and just a hint of, of…” The unicorn took a deep breath, trying to think of what scent she wanted to soak in. “... of apple salt. Yes. Apple bath salt is what I need.” The heat beside her raised even more. Checking on her friend, Rarity found that the blush was back with a vengeance and couldn’t help but stare in obvious curiosity at the sight.

“Oh, erm, ifin’ you say so… Why-why don’t ya go and sit in the tub while I get yer salts an’ stuff.” Applejack tried to push the light-headed mare to the tub but the prissy unicorn used the last of her strength to protest. Using a single weak hoof, she pushed against the fixture to stay resting against the stable earth pony.

“Nooooo! It hasn’t been prepared! It needs the right amount of time to properly mix! The salts need to merge with the water! The, the… The foam has to build to just the right height.” Rarity thrashed weakly against the firm presence who sighed at the complaints.

“O’course ya got special ways for baths… Alright sugarcube, just hold on to yer britches, Ah’ll get it all set up right.” Holding the tired mare up with a single hoof, Applejack reached across and tried to quickly find the ‘proper’ ingredients for the bath. The tub was filling rapidly, setting a time limit before she would have to stir it in by hoof.

The farmer had the bath ready shortly afterwards. The red tinted bubbles floated over top, stopping a few inches over the rim. The water and air was tinted by the smell of apples, even more so than usual when the apple farmer was there. A fact that Rarity was more than appreciative of.

“Hmmmm, I love apples. Thank you darlin’.” Without a second thought, the unicorn slipped slowly into the warm water, a low sigh escaping her lips at the refreshing feel of dirt being lifted from her coat. Sinking further down, she allowed all but her eyes to disappear under the water and foam. Casting her eyes to the left upon hearing a tiny snort of amusement, Rarity raised a single brow at the bemused farm pony.

“Just don’t go fallin’ asleep in there Rarity. Wouldn’t want tah have to take ya to the hospital all wet because somepony doesn’t know when to ask fer help.” Applejack turned and began to trot out the door. Lists started to form in her mind of how to go about collecting clients’ requests when there was a splash and feeling of wetness coating some of her backside.

Swerving back around with a disbelieving glare, the orange farmer found a pair of smirking eyes under slicked down mane. The earth pony froze, eyes wide, at the unusual sight. Rarity, waking up as she soaked, realized what she just did and couldn’t meet the wide eyed stare for long, dropping her head back down and allowing the bubbles to cloud her vision. At the sound of hooves walking away, she sat up to find that Applejack was exiting, flicking her tail once to rid it of excess water. Coming to her senses to find she had been staring inappropriately once again, the fashion designer turned in place, resting on her back with a hoof over her eyes.

If it weren’t for the fact that they came to check on me, I may have had an accident. And how do I thank her? I splash her with water! What has gotten into me lately?! Maybe I’m just too tired to think clearly… Yes, that must be it… Well, here is my chance to relax and collect myself… Just shut my eyes for a short moment…

Even though the farmer had warned against it, the tailor found herself unable to not fall asleep, lulled there by the warm waters and feeling the nourishment from the morning meal. Her head fell back, stopping when it met resistance from the edge, eyelids drifting shut. How long she stayed in there she didn’t know, but the mare could remember the first of many disturbances that came in the form of a light knock at the door.

“Rarity? Could-could I come in?” The sound of the young drake drew the sleeping mare from her dreams of apples. Hooves flaring in her haste to be up, Rarity jerked upright, gazing blurringly about the room.

“Huh, oh, uh who-who is it?” The unicorn tried to paste on a quick smile, scolding herself mentally all the while.

“Uhh, it’s me, Spike. I’ve got a cup of water for you! Applejack said that it would help… and to check that you didn’t fall asleep. Did you?” The door edged open, drawing blue eyes to focus on it, only to find a purple scaly hand covering a blushing face. Even as Spike tried to check on the resting mare, he couldn’t bring himself to actually look, and tried to reach a compromise with himself.

The sight of the gentledrake trying to spare the older mare from being ‘peeped’ on was one that caused the unicorn to sit up further with a short laugh. Resting her hooves and head on the rim closest to the doorway, she called gently for his attention.

“Spiky-Wikey, thank you darling. I do believe I could use a lovely drink. And a lady does not ‘fall asleep’ in the bath.” Hearing the much stronger and more aware voice of his beloved, Spike straightened and rushed forward, taking his claw off his face in order to hold the tray better as he entered.

It was to Rarity’s mild surprise to find a whole pitcher of water along with a single, shiny glass on the tray the lad carried. Through the open doorway the sound of hammering and some saw work floated from the first floor. Spike paused in the middle of the room, bewitched by the sight of the mare of his dreams with her mane wet and surrounded by bubbles. Spotting the blush that threatened to take over his face, Rarity’s eyes widened in realization, pulling her attention back from the construction work to how this may seem to those unaware of the situation.

“O-oh, sorry darling, I suppose my mind must have slipped and forgotten where I was for a moment. Do not fret, I won’t hold this against you; I did invite you in after all. Thank you for the drink, it came at just the right time.” Tightening her eyes against the minute pain of using magic, the unicorn levitated the glass and brought it to her hooves. Barely managing to catch it before it fell in the tub or on the floor, she took a tiny sip and sighed in relief, the headache backing away for the moment. A larger slam echoed through the building, making both occupants in the upper room jump in surprise.

“Spike dear, would you know what is making that awfully loud noise…?” Both sets of eyes turned to the doorway, one intrigued by the familiarity of the sound while the other was briefly annoyed.

“Oh, that’s Applejack fixing your door. She, uh, well, I was going to knock it down to reach you first but she beat me to it! So she is fixing it…” Spike tried to reassert his willingness to do anything for the alabaster mare but trailed off when he noticed the faraway gaze that crept into her eyes.

“Oh…? She can be so unrefined at times… So brutish and yet… OH! Uhm, thanks again darling for the drink. I do believe I have some cleaning to get back to. Could you please tell Applejack thanks for both the door and drink? That’s a dear.” Rarity blushed as she realized this time she had been talking aloud about the farmer’s characteristics. Trying to cover up her slip, she bustled the drake out of the room and tried to gather her strength to finish her bath.

Finding that her magic was still too weak to levitate the various bottles over, the unicorn grabbed them by hoof and tried to wash her mane and body as she usually would. This proved difficult and at times she almost gave up, but paused, mouth just starting to open as her mind came to a blank.

Why-who would I call for? Surely I can do this myself! I don’t need any, any earth pony who may or may not have strong, and yet delicate hooves… Enough! Time to wash!

Rarity kept at the attempt, freezing ever so often as her mind had to start the thinking process over again. Grumbling to herself, she closed her eyes as soap foamed freely, hooves digging in as she scrubbed away in her frustration. With every passing minute, the fashion mare found herself slowly growing more awake, giving some directions and commands to Spike any time he came near with questions about the designs she made.

Only when a deep, heavy-set sigh broke through the air that the annoyed fashionista stopped, hooves remaining in place on top of her head. Her breathing stilled, trying to almost disappear in the bubbles, but to no avail. Within seconds she felt a large source of heat coming from outside the tub and two hooves pushing her own ones away from the quickly becoming knot that was her mane.

“Rarity, is yer magic really that gone…? What are we gonnah do with ya…?” Applejack tried to catch her eyes only to find they were firmly gazing at the top of the water, a blush spreading over the pale-gray fur. In a quiet tone, afraid to give the unicorn a heart attack, the farmer tried to offer her help once more. “Did ya… want me to help ya with yer mane? Or, erhm, yer coat…?”

Rarity couldn’t feel anything. Not the water she sat in, not the bubbles as they rested against her fur, nor the nip in the open air outside of the warm water. Her mind was absolutely silent, cheeks burning red, while her head seemed to move on its own, dipping down and up.

The first sensation in this numbed landscape was the two hooves that gently scrubbed at her purple mane. They went slowly, tugging each knot until it came loose. Finding the waves of hair free of obstacles, the warm hooves then moved on to rubbing the shampoo into it, going in small circles to really dig in. A gentle push sent Rarity under the water before she resurfaced, blowing a few wet strands of her purple mane from her line of sight. Three other types of cleaning product was used in the same way, both mares making no sound, each unable to look the other in the eye. The orange mare cleared her throat, eyes glancing to the side.

“Uh, Ah got yer mane all done… How are ya goin’ to get yer coat…?” The blush threatened to set ablaze anything near it, though Applejack was able to pose her question just loud enough to be heard over two sets of rapid heartbeats.

Instead of answering, Rarity tried to will her legs to move, rising to her height on wobbly limbs. Glancing downwards to the soap and sud filled water only to travel up to the shower head, the unicorn hardly noticed the sudden sloshing of water left in her wake. Eyes watching the orange farmer closely, the mare opened her mouth to try and decline further help.

“... Could you help with it?” Blue eyes widened at the traitorous words. Rarity clamped her jaw shut with yet another blush spreading over her muzzle.

Turning her eyes away from the stunned cowpony, she reached out and pulled the plug on the tub, watching with glassy eyes as it emptied. Once that was done, and only a few remnants of soap was left, the unicorn turned on the shower head, tilting her head upwards to let the water cascade over her sleek form.

Shuffling from her left drew the tailor’s attention. Eyes widening under the water spray, Rarity watched with muted fascination as Applejack, face firetruck red, grabbed the first coat soap she saw and spilled some into her hooves. Blue orbs were unable to leave the sight while green ones almost closed with tension before the farmer released another sigh and straightened her back. Stepping forward, she rested both forehooves on Rarity’s back, starting to make small tight circles to both lather the soap and to massage the tense muscles there.

Feeling the utter control of strength and delicate touch of the orange earth pony sent shivers over Rarity’s fur. Assuming she was cold, even as the air seemed to be heating up, she nudged the tap to get more warmth from the water. Closing her eyes in pleasure, she bit her lip from making any other traitorous sounds or comments. Not that Applejack seemed to need them. She moved her hooves in just the right places at the right times, almost as though she could read the fashion mare’s mind. Rarity couldn’t help but raise her head, stretching her neck as she enjoyed the feel of hooves rubbing along her fur. She leaned towards the impromptu masseuse, trying not to shudder too hard against what she assumed was the cold, Rarity noted with a smirk how the forelegs weren’t as steady as the hooves while they worked. The orange limbs shook with effort, even as every muscle strained in tight control.

Perhaps she is stressed out… This water is wonderful though, perhaps if I get her to join me, she won’t be so tense…

While the orange hooves sunk down her front chest towards her forehooves, Rarity bent closer to the bottom of the tub, causing Applejack to tip forward and come to a stop just over her. The steady fall of water was blocked by the trusty stetson while the sound of it was overshadowed by heavy breathing from both parties.

Hearing a deep breath, Rarity assumed the farm mare was about to either tell her off or join in only to be shocked by a sudden departure. Standing up, shivering even more with the lack of warmth hovering over her, Rarity looked to the door. Applejack had her back to the showering mare, sides shivering and shaking, while her front half was soaked from the water. Smashing her hat further down, the orange mare didn’t turn as she quietly spoke to the bewildered mare.

“Yo-you can handle it from there sug-sugarcube. Ah’ll be downstairs doin’... uh, somethin’. Just, don’t take too much longer ya hear? It’s uh, been a few hours since ya started yer… yer…. Yeah. Eh heh heh heh… Let, let me know if ya need-uh… if you need help with anythin’...” The low voice barely edged out the drip of water, though it seemed to resound in the unicorn’s mind.

It was a half hour later that the fashion minded unicorn finished her washing. When she did get to the cleaning part, it was without her usual flair, quickly and efficiently getting the job done. Wrapping her still shivering form in a white bath towel, she dried off and tried to find the others. Walking down the hall, the unicorn felt a smile grace her face at the ability to do so, and gave the inspiration room a quick once over.

Spike had been busy, sorting and reorganizing the majority of the projects into their own piles, sketches resting in front to reference which design they were for. He even sorted the piles to what was being made, ranging from scarves and neck ware to full ensembles on the far end. The floor was utterly clear and the blinds were open, allowing the afternoon sunlight to enter. But there was no sight of the drake.

Looking closer, Rarity frowned at the sight of clothes and ribbons set to the far right, no design paper in front of them. She vaguely recalled cutting them, but had no idea what they would make. Before she could become too distracted by the greens, browns, reds and pale oranges of the fabrics, the designer heard two distinct voices coming from below. Turning her head slowly, she frowned in befuddlement. The unicorn picked up her pace, wanting to know what was going on and where the others were.

Coming to the top of the stairs, she froze in anxiety. They seemed to extend further down, appearing twice or even three times as long than it actually was, causing the mare to have a moment of dizziness. Shutting her eyes, she took several deep breaths, holding her right hoof over her face. Taking a deep breath, she fixed her gaze on the railing and using it to help her stay stable for the trip down. Once she reached the bottom, the unicorn released the breath she held with a smile. Looking around the bottom step, she noticed movement from her right. Stepping closer, she found her two helpers hard at work, making yet another meal for three.

Applejack saw the pale-gray mare in the doorway in the middle of turning with a pan in her mouth. Blushing bright red, she nodded towards the mare, beckoning her forward to the table. When Rarity sat down, the drake rushing even more to offer drinks and utensils.

“Hey Rarity! I got you some more tea! Did you like your bath? I’ve got all the fabrics sorted out, did you see?” Spike placed last minute touches to the table setting, wanting to be sure everything was in easy reach of the tired mare. He stared with enamored eyes towards his crush.

Rarity glanced to the lad with a smile, ears tipping towards the soft sigh near the counter, and reached out a hoof to rub the top of his head.

“Oh, yes, thank you darling. I did see the piles, a marvelous job. Though what are the piles with no designs near them? And why are we having yet another meal?” The last question was directed to the farmer who split the food in the pan to separate plates. Applejack paused mid step. Blush firmly in place, she glanced toward the unicorn before looking to the pan once more.

“Oh, well, you were in that bath fer a couple of hours. And Ah don’t think ya were eatin’ too well, so Ah’m, uh, we’re makin’ sure you eat.” Giving a start at Applejack’s words, Rarity glanced to her hooves and found they were a little wrinkly. Pouting with brows low, she turned teary eyes to the farmer who once again froze at being focused on.

“Applejaaaack! Why did you let me stay in the bath so long! Wrinkly hooves are so unbecoming and are never in fashion. Honestly, how am I supposed to get anything done when over half the day is gone?!” Light gray hooves flailed while the unicorn flung her head backwards in dismay. Straightening up from her pose, the fashion designer found the apple farmer was just finishing rolling her eyes while the drake frowned in concern.

“But, we got a lot of work done! We got a lot of ponies’ orders and everything is all cleaned up. Now we just need to work on the rest of the old orders and start on the new ones!” Spike tried to gain the dramatic mare’s attention. It worked only for a moment before she turned to the earth pony in confusion.

“If Spike was working on the fabrics and designs does that mean that…?”

“Eeyup. It wasn’t so hard tah get everypony’s order and measurements. Didn’t say where ya were or what happened, jus’ that we were helpin’ ya with all this extra work.” The two mares shared soft smiles, eyes watching the other closely. Rarity was the first to look away, blue eyes focusing on the lunch presented, trying to re-organize her thoughts.

“Ok… Ok, we may just be able to make this work! Applejack, darlin’, you keep collecting those orders and measurements. Spikey-Wikey will be with me, cutting the fabric and doing the prep for each design. We can do this!” A loud grumble sounded through the still air, drawing three sets of eyes to its source. “Oh heh heh heh… Perhaps after this lovely lunch. Thank you both for your help, it means a lot to me.”

With another smile to both helpers, who were once again sitting perfectly even from the alabaster mare, Rarity dug into the meal, mind running rapidly. She focused on the various foods, the dots of red standing most prominently in her vision. She tried to think of what she had already made but couldn’t. Only a haze of exhaustion remained, broken only by moments of being with the strong earth mare. Feeling her body become warmer at the image of the other mare, Rarity instead pushed the thoughts away, wanting to focus instead on her next course of action.

Finishing the meal took little time, and the three washed the dirty dishes rapidly before getting back to work. Applejack went for the front door, flipping the sign from ‘out to lunch’ to ‘open’, while Rarity and Spike went back upstairs, heading straight for the work room with even more orders in hoof and claw. The fashionista settled down by the desk, reaching for the quill with a short focus of magic. Finding that it did work, though much weaker than usual, she set to work on designing the new orders, asking for the needed supplies as she finished them. Spike, knowing his way around the shop after numerous attempts to help, had everything in claw quickly and began to cut them to size.

They all spent the rest of that day and well into the night working like crazy as more and more ponies arrived to look their best for the holiday. The two helpers were insistent that they took breaks and that Rarity ate a full meal, along with many many cups of water. With each sip, she felt more like her old self, and their overall pace picked up. Magic, aside from levitating her quill, was banned by a stern glare from the others. Rarity had actually gotten lost in the clear green gaze, tinted with both concern and a softer emotion that the unicorn spent a minute trying to understand. With yet another blush, almost a social faux pas to have so many at once, the fashion mare nodded silently to the command and tried to refrain from using her magic extensively.

The workday passed quickly, with customers coming in until the very last minute. When the final prep work was done for the day, the trio sat in the inspiration room, gazing to the large stack they had made. A peek outside showed just how late it had gotten and Rarity began to try and usher her two helpers home. Applejack wasn’t sure about leaving the recovering unicorn alone that night, but the fashion unicorn was persistent.

“Sugarcube, Ah ain’t sure that this is a good ideah. Ya went and locked yerself in here last time and you still can’t really use yer magic right.” Applejack and Spike stood facing the pale-gray unicorn in the center of the storefront, unwilling to let her shoo them out further. Both wore determined frowns, and their gazes were warm even as they tried to be stern. Rarity found herself once again getting lost in the apple-green orbs that grew softer with each passing second that they locked eyes.

“Oh! Uhm, no no, that shan’t be needed darlin’. I’m sure Spike here has a certain time he should be home by, and it just wouldn’t do for him to walk by himself! If you could be a dear and walk him back for me?” Rarity fluttered her eyes to the pair, trying to play to Applejack’s helpfulness. The fluttering slowed to a stop when she saw that they had no obvious effect on the stern earth mare. Spike was both bashful and annoyed at being treated like a kid, though he dare not say anything, crossing his arms instead.

The silence stretched out between the three, with Rarity starting to inch backwards in distress. It was soon broken by a world-weary sigh. Applejack shook her head, tipping her hat back briefly with the motion. Standing at full height, and making the others feel a lot smaller in comparison, she stared sternly at the unicorn.

“Alright, Ah’ll walk back with Spike, but you gottah give us a key tah get in tomorrow mornin’. We ain’t leavin’ ya to do all this work by yerself, and Ah’d hate tah break another door.” The orange earth pony held out a hoof. Her eyes didn’t flinch nor did they soften, something that caused the unicorn to flinch.

Trying on a shaky smile, Rarity dipped her head in acceptance. Glancing about the front foyer, a burst of blue magic lit up a drawer, pulling it forward to show a silver key to searching blue eyes. Floating the small object to the waiting hoof, Rarity’s smile grew a little stronger when the green orbs softened, a pleased grin forming on the orange muzzle.

“Thanks Rarity! We’ll be by first thing tomorrow!” Spike waved excitedly before following the other mare to the door. Applejack merely smiled once more and tipped her hat to the fashion mare.

Rarity waved to the pair, watching how the blond mane seemed to flick back and forth, stopping only when the sound of a firm thud echoed around the room as the door closed. When utter silence returned to the room, the unicorn sagged in place, an unlady like sigh escaping her tired form. A flash of magic and a the lock switched ninety degrees, guaranteeing that only those with the key could get inside.

Walking up the stairs with little thought about bed awaiting her, the designer instead went to the work room, pulling the latest designs and fabrics over with her newly returned though weaker magic. The aura flickered before strengthening when she glared at it. Refilling the cup left at her desk from earlier with an accompanying pitcher of water, the tailor focused on getting more work done. Her magic was working on multitasking, gathering the needed supplies for her actual orders and the side projects that rested in the corner. It was as she worked, mind not completely in the present, that these other dresses took shape even without a written design.

She worked nonstop, unwilling to fall behind schedule, and gave a large jump of surprise at a loud call from downstairs. Her magic finally fizzed out, leaving no trace except a buzz of pain in the back of her skull that didn’t distract from the worry and thrill of hearing the distinct accent.

“Mornin’ Rarity! Ya ready tah get ah heapin’ help of work done today?”

“We’re going to make sure that everything goes just great and you get the most rest possible!” Blue eyes frantically searched the mess of a workroom, resting on the chaos that appeared once again, before ultimately looking to the doorway where the helpers stood in shock.

“Rarity! Gosh darn it! What did ya do?!” Hearing Applejack’s stern tone caused the other mare to flinch, caught red-hoof at having worked throughout the night. Spike shot the farmer a glare before rushing forward, checking the water pitcher and getting her a refill.

While the drake rushed out of the room, Rarity found she couldn’t meet the firm gaze, looking to the desk only to stiffen when she felt the warm presence sit close by. When two strong hooves circled her barrel, the prim unicorn couldn’t help releasing a surprised eek.

“Ah swear, Ah don’t know what Ah’m gonnah do with ya. Look, jus’ rest in bed while Ah make ya breakfast. After ya get some sleep, we’ll see about drawin’ and preparing the designs. Yer not to do ANY magic, ya hear? None.” Applejack was slowly making her way down the hall, forehooves carrying the once again exhausted mare bridal style, back legs barely showing the strain.

Rarity held both hooves close to her chest, another blush spreading across her muzzle. She couldn’t look the exasperated mare in the eye, instead watching the ground slowly pass by. She tried to form some kind of protest, or even question the strength, but couldn’t do much aside from stammer.

“I-you, how did, why- but I-strong, uh, darlin’, you, erm-”

“Sugarcube, workin’ apple buckin’ season can help ah pony get strong back legs. Yer light as a feather.” The blonde mare sounded muffled, her voice odd as she tried not to breath through her nose. Rarity couldn’t argue with the logic and tried not to continue to stammer aloud.

Moments later found the two mares in the extravagant bedroom. Rarity’s blush intensified at the sight of the canopy frame, but remained silent, curious to see how far the apple merchant would take it. Applejack stood beside the large bed, hooves shifting their hold on the tired unicorn to allow one to pull back the covers before setting her gently in the center. Both mares wore heavy blushes at where Applejack had to hold and how tightly she did so, but neither made a comment as the orange earth mare pulled at the purple blanket with her mouth. Trying to make sure it was absolutely tucked in ‘just right’, the farmer waited for the inevitable retort, standing at the edge with eyes glued to the floor.

“Darlin’, that was a rather, interesting, display of ability. I suppose I shan’t waste your hard work and contend to stay abed for a few hours.” Two sets of eyes met, blushes set over shy grins, before a cough by the doorway distracted them. Rarity glanced over as she once again came to her senses and smiled to the drake who had the full pitcher and glass in his claws.

“Spike darling, thank you for bringing me a drink.” A blue hue covered her horn, only to have a strong hoof poke at the resting mare’s side. “Oh, er, yes, if you could be ever so kind as to bring it a little closer?”

The purple dragon focused solely on the mare in the large bed, pouring a cup and setting the pitcher on the end table nearby. Once Rarity finished her glass, the others dispersed, leaving her with her thoughts.

I have no idea what has gotten to me as of late, but it simply must stop. This is especially a bad time to be so distracted. Perhaps a nice little nap is just what is needed…

Rarity slowly drifted off, finally able to rest her hooves, while the others once again had to clean the mess left behind. Spike was mildly surprised to find the piles of fabrics with no obvious design had been put together, but couldn’t question his crush when it was found that she had fallen into a proper rest.

It was as the sun rested halfway across the sky that the fashionista awoke. The horizon was once again clear, giving the sun a chance to clear the ground of more snow in preparation of the holiday. In moments Rarity was up and trotting out the bedroom door, trying to hold back panic at sleeping in so late. Pace picking up as she continued down the hallway, the mare burst through the inspiration door to find Spike putting the last pile of fabric into place, having already prepared the right sizes and pieces for the latest designs.

“Oh, Spike, thank you darling.” Rarity searched the room, pausing on the special project in the back corner, smile stretching in appreciation and nervousness. “Is there still a waiting list of designs?”

“Yup! But first, you have to go have lunch. Both Applejack and I agree, you need to get better first.” Spike set down the stack of cloth he held and ushered the anxious mare downstairs.

Finding herself once again seated between the two helpers at the kitchen table, Rarity concluded that any member of the Apple Family cooked and ate as though for a large family reunion. It was when she finished her third helping of sandwich and soup that a dainty knock came from the backdoor. Sharing a confused glance, Applejack waved for the fashion mare to remain seated while she went to check on the latest visitor.

“Howdy, ‘fraid the shop is closed fer the - oh hey there Fluttershy. What can we do ya for?” The soft voice was barely heard as the pony on the other side responded to the question. “Rarity? Sure thin’, come on in.”

The visitor was revealed to be Fluttershy, crouching low in the wake of the confident mare until the unicorn was in view. When the kind-hearted pegasus saw the exhausted tailor, she rushed forward to check on her friend.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were so busy that you forgot to eat and even sleep! I don’t mind not going to our usual spa visit, if you need anything please let me know.” Fluttershy was almost speaking at a normal volume, her worry and desire to help making her forgo her usual tone.

The fashion designer froze at the sight of the canary mare, shock and surprise mixing together while she tried to keep her face neutral. Mind working rapidly, she found it was indeed Thursday and well past the time of their usual meetup.

Goodness! I have just been so out of it that I completely forgot the spa! And it is such an odd experience to see another color aside from oran- erm, yes, well, I mustn’t keep the poor dear waiting for a reply! But with all this work, I simply can’t go-

“Shoot! A little ol’ trip to the spa is jus’ what Rarity needs right now. Y’all go on, me an’ Spike will take orders and work like we did yesterday. And when ya get back, we’ll knock these new ones outtah the park just like the others.”

The firm voice of Applejack broke through Rarity’s distraction. Blue eyes searched green only to find no malice in them, only concern and that soft emotion once again. Nodding slowly, the unicorn turned from her helper and smiled to the anxious pegasus.

“Yes, of course darling, I do believe it is what I need right now. So sorry for forgetting about it…” Together the two friends exited the boutique, minds set to relaxing. As the door closed behind them, light gray ears tipped back at the sound of dual voices starting to argue, trying to hear what the deeper and slightly more accented one was saying only to have it shut off when the door finished its trip.

I’m sure nothing is wrong, they merely wish to restate how they shall be working in my absence. It shall be fine. Everything will be fine.

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“Honestly darlin’, everything will be fine. Now just hold still…” Green eyes flashed in surprise, zeroing in on the tailor who placed a delicate hoof to her chin in thought. Glancing towards the searching gaze, Rarity found that she and Applejack soon both supported blushes for some reason.

Snapping back to the task at hoof, the alabaster mare tried to reason why the dress the farmer was modeling wasn’t working to its full potential. Finally, she found, just underneath the pleased smile, was the perfect place for a emerald to pull off the entire dress. Flashing a triumphant grin, she levitated the gem over and fixed it to the dress. Her magic had been restored in the last few days as having helpers made a world of difference in her work. She had made a large surplus, something that was a boon to potential future work.

“And it is… finished! Thanks ever so much darlin’ for modeling on our day off.” Rarity stood back to admire her hoof work. The purple drake stood beside her, holding a basket of gems, eyes scrunched in annoyance. This image disappeared the second the fashion designer focused on him however.

“Thank you for helping with these last few items. I know that they weren’t ordered for the holiday, but it means so much to me.” The unicorn smiled, mind drifting off into a haze, gaze turning to stare at the collection the apple merchant has been trying on for the last hour.

“Rarity, why did ya make these when you were so busy anyways? Can’t it have waited till after ya got everythin’ done?” Applejack watched the fashionista refocus on her and smiled when the blue orbs seemed to become clear once more. Rarity blushed at the smile, knowing that her gaze was being traitorous, and tried laughing to ease the tension in the air.

“Oh ho ho ho, don’t you fret! I merely did this at the same time as the others, it wasn’t but a bit more work afterall. It turned out so well in the end.” The two mares shared another smile, not really hearing the tiny sigh that came from the unicorn’s side.

“Yer just crazy. Ya know that right?” Applejack smirked at the other mare, hoof going subconsciously to adjust the hat that was no longer on her head. Rarity tittered at the jab and started to use hoof and magic to remove the dress.

The unicorn had claimed her magic was still on the mend and instead used a lot more hoof work to remove and place the various dresses on her more than willing model. Which was a surprise on both aspects. Except that Rarity had a tiny inkling of why she wanted to lay her hooves on the strong form and couldn’t bring herself to admit it, even to herself. Not that the model was complaining. Ever since that day’s lunch when Rarity made entirely apple themed foods, she had been pleased to find that the tailor was back to her normal standards. Something that showed in how the two mares were teasing one another during the modeling session.

The pale-gray mare didn’t notice the sound of her front door being shut, though she did catch the worried glance Applejack sent that way. Placing the red and brown gown on top of others neatly folded, Rarity gave the earth pony a worried side glance.

“Darlin’, is everything ok? You seem, distracted at times. Perhaps you should head home now? I know staying away from home can be very trying, you didn’t have to spend every night here for the last week.” The alabaster unicorn could feel her cheeks lighting up at the mention of dedication her friends had for her benefit. It had been a long argument that ended in the two helpers staying with her for every night until the very last order was finished for Hearts and Hooves day.

“Huh? Oh, Ah’m fine. Besides, we weren’t gonnah let you overwork yerself again while we went back home… Was there anythin’ else ya wanted me to try on?” Applejack shuffled on her hooves. For a moment the fashion mare panicked, trying to find some reason to keep her longer.

“Oh, uhm, no, but uh, perhaps you could, help me witttthhhh…. uh, my house! Yes, I need some help in moving a few items around, I simply couldn’t have the very same layout every year! Must have innovation to keep motivation after all, ha ha ha…” Rarity tried to seem at ease, but felt a moment of doubt at the almost disbelief coming from the farm mare. Shaking her head, the blonde mare couldn’t hide her smile.

“Maybe Ah should stick around, seems like ya need more help and still ain’t quite yerself. What did ya want moved?” Applejack jumped down from the pedestal, muscles bunching to keep her from harming herself with the landing. Blue eyes watched closely, taking in every movement, before their owner snapped back into reality with another tense laugh.

“Oh heh heh heh, well, if you could be a dear and move that couch to the other side and that dresser to the left wall…”

Chapter 16 - Helping out around the Boutique - Applejack's Day

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End of February, 1005 A.D. (After Discord)

Snow, loose and powdery, floated on the chilly wind. Large mounds had been made along both sides of the road, to allow easier passage. An orange hoof reached up, pushing down the brown stetson, as its owner plodded forward. Green eyes were squinted into slits, blocking the majority of the wind from the delicate orbs. Applejack, her bright colored coat making her stand out in the white surroundings, walked briskly, not wanting to be in the cold for long.

Once Hearts and Hooves day was over, the winter storms that had been delayed returned in a blizzard, placing the land back into the last grip of snow and ice. Winter Wrap up wasn’t due for another week and a half. The farmer, meanwhile, had spent the last three days stuck inside with family while the storm raged on outside.

To stretch her legs and clear her mind, the blonde mare entered town. Not to mention gaining the chance to see a unicorn who could blend easily with the snow on the ground. Trotting up to the multi-storied boutique, Applejack made one last check on her hat. A shiver passed over her fit body, one that she knew wasn’t entirely due to the cold.

Ah swear, if Rarity is playin’ me for ah fool… Couldn’t hardly think straight, she was actin’ so odd last week… Buck up, thanks to Twilight’s ‘help’, today’s mah day to help her… That girl likes her lists ah little too much… Applejack rolled her eyes as she thought about the librarian. Pulling up to the purple door, the apple seller glanced at the barely cleared path and sighed.

“Time tah try…” She raised a hoof and tried to knock gentler than usual. Her nerves made her anxious about acting ‘odd’ or appearing too overbearing.

By all the stars above, please let her be back tah normal. My poor ol’ heart can’t take much more!

A quill floated in the air, wrapped up in a blue aurora, swirling over top of a white sheet of paper. The unicorn who controlled the utensil sighed gustily, causing the drawing to flutter to the ground while the quill went still. The prim mare leaned forward, resting her cheek on her right forehoof in an unlady-like fashion, as she stared out the window towards the west.

It has been just dreadful outside! No one to visit, no one to stop by… I wonder what they are doing right now… Perhaps Ap-she’s making more jars of apple jam… Or maybe sitting by the fire with family… while I’m here alone… Perhaps this is a sign I should get out, see A-... friends. Yes, I should get up right now and go visit-

The unicorn stood up, a firm glint in her stare, focused beyond the boutique walls where a forest of dormant apple trees waited. Dropping the feathered utensil to the desk, she took a single step before pausing. White ears perked up, zeroing in on the gentle knocking that came from the floor below.

Surely… not a customer, much too cold… Could it be…?

The soft sound came once more, though it was even more timid, spurning the fashionista to action. She rushed down the stairs, trying to keep her breath even while her heart rate skyrocketed. An unsure smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. When the last and even softer set of knocking came, Rarity jerked open the door with her magic, still a few steps away. Catching sight of orange and yellow offset by the brown headgear, she gave in to the urge to smile and tilted her head to the left.

“Darlin’! What a pleasant surprise! Come in, come in, it must be dreadfully cold outside! Whyever are you not wearing a scarf or boots? I do believe you had those, erhm, galoshes, did you not?” Without a second thought, Rarity reached through the doorway and pulled the other mare forward with her forehoof.

Casting a flick of magic behind her, the designer shut the door and went towards the linen closet. Another flash of thought and blue light later and several towels were levitated into the air. Their close proximity meant the prim unicorn felt the snow melting on her companion's fur and she rushed the farm mare closer to the tiny fireplace in the foyer. It was hidden away from sight while still able to heat the room, being decorative enough to blend into the rest of the surroundings.

The white rectangles quickly covered Applejack’s form, even resting on top of her stetson. Before she could comment on the excessive reaction, the strong farmer felt two hooves rubbing over top of them, starting from the tops of her forelegs to their tips. Suddenly glad for the fabric covering her face, the apple seller couldn’t help how her face tried to mimic that particular fruit’s color.

Meanwhile, Rarity continued to ramble, her mind no longer concerned as to what she was saying when she felt the muscle tone under the cloth. Her hooves ghosted along, trying to bring warmth to the chilled mare, biting her lip at the sensation. Resting her eyes to half-mast, the unicorn moved from Applejack’s front legs to her back, reaching the majority of the form in long strokes. When Rarity was about to reach the back half of the earth pony, the steadfast mare spoke up, her weak voice trembling.

“R-rarity…? Ah… don’t need warmin’ up, honest. Ah’m, uh, feelin’ plenty warm…” The farm mare took two small steps backwards, taking her hindquarters away from the delicate hooves that reached for them.

Rarity blinked, her nose swiftly inhaling the scent of apples, as she rested her forehooves back onto the ground. Turning her head to the right, she looked at the mass of towels, noticing how the orange snout was tinted red.

“O-oh, ok darlin’. Uhm, was there… anything you had wanted? Not that I don’t want you to visit of course! You’re always welcome here!” Rarity took a step forward, pressing closer to the apple farmer’s sight, blue eyes wide.

“Ah-Ah am?” Applejack pulled her head up at the fashion design’s assurance. Her blush receded while her green eyes shone, gazing to the unicorn who found it was her turn to blush.

“O-oh yes, all of you-you girls are welcome to stop by at… any… time…” Rarity flinched, her chest tightening for a second at the downcast face that accompanied her words.

Having been assured it wasn’t merely her, Applejack tilted her head back down, letting the white cloth hide her face. The sudden dejected air caused Rarity to nip at her lip, eyes scrunching at the form while her mind fought against what she stated.

Why did I say that? Now she’ll think I don’t appreciate her coming by! I love her sense of timing, I was hoping she would stop by! I wanted her to stop by…! Why do I want her to visit so much…?

“If-if ya are a bit busy, Ah understand. Ah… Ah’ll just git out of yer mane.” The melancholy voice broke through the internal monologue, sending the unicorn into a panic.

Aahhhh, stop her!

“No no no, darlin’, not at all! Please, why don’t you warm up with some tea and-and… and we’ll discuss….” Clear blue eyes swept over the room, trying to find any kind of mutual topic. “We’ll talk about... Spring cleaning!”

A speck of dust in the top corner had caught her eye. While Rarity was tempted to wipe the filth out of existence right that second, it wouldn’t do for a hostess to coerce her guest into cleaning right away. Smiling widely to unsure green eyes, the unicorn lead the other mare to the kitchen, exhaling with relief at having made a short term excuse to keep her unexpected visitor.

…. Wait. Why was I so frantic-?

“Thanks fer the towels sugarcube, where did ya want me to put them?” Applejack began to pile the used towels beside her, trying to make it neat with what little folding skills she had. Glancing upwards, she found herself caught in blue eyes that sparkled with bemusement.

“Darlin’, we needn’t fold the used ones. I have a stack of things to be washed in the laundry room. Be a dear and put them there while I make our tea?” Rarity turned back to the sink, floating over the kettle, while she tried to contain her bemused giggles.

“Well, excuuuse me Ms Priss, yer the one always goin’ on about gettin’ stuff cleaned up just right.” Applejack smirked, teasing laughter hidden in her eyes, as she waited for the huff that was sure to accompany her retort. When Rarity whirled in place at the tone, the orange mare was waiting, sticking her tongue out quickly with squished eyes before finishing her trek into the spare room.

The fashion mare humphed, sticking her nose into the air as she half turned away. Once she saw, out of the corner of her eye, that the teasing earth pony was moving along, she allowed the grin to burst through, ruining her image of disdain.

Rarity found her mind was willing to stay quiet, happy to relive the past minute of teasing, her hooves automatically falling into old habits of making tea and biscuits. Snickering softly, she allowed her mind’s eye trail over the orange frame.

Hmm, well, she certainly is fit. Kept in shape even in the winter… Though as a friend- Rarity flinched once more, eyebrows pulling in tight, at the the term. She shook her head, clearing the thought and started again. Though I shouldn’t think of her merely as a fit, curved, toned body… No! She is a dear fri- dear to me and I shan’t disrespect her like that. Even if it is so tempting…

Applejack hadn’t noticed her crush’s distraction, focused solely inward, while she trotted into the laundry room, towels stacked on her back.

Well, she seems ah bit better. Not sure ‘bout that greetin’ Ah got, but back to herself. But what am Ah doin’ here anyways? There ain’t much Ah can do fer her… ‘Specially in the middle of winter…

The farmer glanced around the bare room and found her target. A large tan basket sat next to the washing tub, overflowing with fabric and clothes to be cleaned. Shelves, along the wall and on the ground, bore the sign of heavy use with little maintenance. Water vapors had weathered the wood used for the furniture. To her trained vision, the structure wouldn’t last much longer unless somepony did something about it. Humming pensively, she exited the washroom, only to halt at the soft smile the unicorn wore.

Now see, when we ain’t fightin’, she looks hooves down gorgeous. Looks pretty even when we are arguin’, but still. Nice tah see she’s willing to relax some.

“Hey Rarity? Ah think yer woodwork could use ah touch up. Would ya want me to try an’ fix that today?” Applejack continued forward, coming to a stop at the table and joining the mare already seated.

Rarity tapped her chin, using magic to set the table, wandering vision arcing over the room.

“Hmm, yes. And we do have that cleaning to do as well…”

The two mares sat across from one another, using their hooves to sip at the tea before them. They drank in the other’s presence as well, their pensive gaze only allowing peeks at their companion.

Always so helpful, so dependable… But surely I can’t keep her here with various minor tasks?

“Whelp, if ya want, Ah could stick around, uh, help out some. Should make things go faster an’... an’ all.”

Unless she suggests it herself! Rarity beamed across the table, ignoring the spike in her heart rate that came with the farm mare’s grin.

“Why, thank you darlin’. Then I’d suggest we start at the top and work down, one of the fastest ways to clean after all. Is the tea acceptable?” Rarity covered her glee by taking another sip of her own drink. She watched the other through half-laden eyes, trying to gauge the apple seller’s decision.

“Sure thin’. Might, uh, might take all day.” Applejack’s smirk faltered as she spoke. She wasn’t sure if the fashion mare would agree and didn’t want to get her hopes up.

Rarity perked up, ears at attention, while her eyes shone at the suggestion.

“Of course! Cleaning does require some time to be done properly. I-I could provide dinner, if you’d like.” Rarity levitated the empty kettle to the sink, avoiding the other’s gaze while she bit her lower lip.

“Well, shoot, if yer offerin’, Ah could stay for supper.” The two mares shared a tender smile before settling to finish their drinks.

With the last sip gone, the two friends cleaned up the kitchen before heading upstairs. Rarity used her magic to pull down the drop ladder and flick on the light at the very top. Leading the way, the unicorn cleared enough space for the two of them to stand by the entrance.

The prim mare frowned at the dust floating in the air and mountain of boxes. The orange one whistled as she stood next to the unicorn, tipping her hat back while gazing at the cluttered attic.

“Wooowee, guess we Apples ain’t the only ones who has mountains o’ boxes stashed away.” Applejack turned in place, vision tracing each stack, before coming to a stop on her crush. “What would ya like done up here?”

Rarity blushed at the implications of hoarding or at least collecting enough souvenirs to equal a long standing family of four. Scuffing a hoof and immediately regretting it as dust was stirred up at the motion, she tilted her head in thought.

“I suppose we could start with organizing everything. If only I had some more shelves up here, I could try to put some of this clutter away…” The unicorn rested a hoof on her chin. Her pulse began to race, knowing, hoping, for the expected answer.

“Ah could do that fer ya easy. Though we’d need tah make room for them first. Guess we should get started.” The two mares nodded at one another before setting out.

She’s such a dear, I knew I could count on her help! Always there to assist… Rarity smirked as she mused about the apple seller’s predictable response. Pointing with a tilt of her head, the tailor lead the way to the stack of boxes to the left of the entrance.

Working together, they went for the small piles of boxes, opening one at a time and rapidly searching their contents. Most were filled with old clothing, out of style and unable to be sold. Others had excess or incorrectly ordered supplies.

“Rarity, why do ya have all these clothes in boxes? Ah thought ya sold this stuff.” The earth pony shifted the box in her hooves to their left.

“Hm? Oh, well, things can and do go out of style darlin’. So I have to take what I don’t sell and wait until it comes back into fashion or update them to match current trends.” Rarity drew out of her pensive watch of the farmer to answer. Lifting a marker to write what was inside, the fashion mare stood beside her guest, subconsciously leaning closer to the blonde pony.

Applejack noticed this when she moved to pick up another box. She found her way was hampered by the pale-gray form beside her and twitched back, muscles tensing for a moment at the sudden proximity. Her breath hitched at the smell of perfume and an undertone that could only be the prim unicorn’s natural odor. Coughing loudly, Applejack stood rigidly, waiting until she got the sign to put the box with others already marked.

Once she set the cardboard box aside, Applejack found Rarity still standing there, watching. Slowly, without a word, the unicorn rubbed at the orange limb, eyes focused on the muscular detail and tiny beads of sweat. The blonde gulped softly, feeling the weight of the other mare’s stare. When there was nothing said or done, Applejack pulled away, her eyes scrunching shut briefly before she took a deep breath. Turning back to the small pile of cases, she tried to remain focused on her task. A challenge with memories that haunted her for the past week and a half returning with vengeance. Once she was freed of the memories, and the blush that threatened to come with them, she checked on the fashion designer.

Why… Why is she watchin’ me…? Ah’m not just imaginin’ things right…?

“Rare? Ya ok over there?” Applejack tilted her head quizzically. Tipping her hat back to clear her sight, she watched the unicorn who stood by the larger piles.

Always so helpful… So considerate and in control of her great strength… Checking on me to be sure everything is ok, even if it means she has to lift and overexert herself….. Wait. I think she asked something. Rarity jerked backwards, shaking her head to get free of wandering thoughts, as she tried to focus on the farmer’s question.

“Oh uhm-! I’m doing fi-aaaah” The gray mare’s assurances were cut off as she took a single step back, trying to distance herself from where her thoughts had taken her. This movement had brought her against the largest stack of boxes. Jostling them out of their precarious balance, they tipped forward, knocking over their neighbors on their way down.

Two sets of heartbeats stopped as time slowed down. Applejack’s core felt constricted with terror, paralyzing fright weighing her down. Breaking free, she lunged forward in an attempt to protect the apple of her eye. Rarity’s own gaze shut, preparing herself for pain even as fear kept her from trying to move out of the way.

For the next minute, once time sped back up, loud thuds and the tinkle of breaking glass resounded around the duo. Both had closed their eyes in the scuffle. Rarity’s hooves hid her face from being hit as she laid on her back. Grunts, coming from a spot above to her muzzle, were barely heard over the sound of crashing boxes.

When everything settled down, the unicorn creaked open an eyelid, hesitant to see the resulting mess. The sea of blonde strands cascading to the left of the orange face caused both blue orbs to snap open. Breathless, Rarity looked over Applejack as she stood over the pale-gray mare on the ground, noting the strain and tension in the earth pony’s body. Boxes rested on either side of the duo, evidence of how Applejack protected the light-gray mare with her strenght.

Always so caring… Rarity removed both hooves from her face, raising one to caress the scrunched muzzle while the other reached for the straw-yellow mane. The smell of apples and sweat smothered her sense of smell, drawing a lethargic smirk from the prissy mare.

Steam rose around them, blocking most of the vision before her while heating the air. Something that wasn’t needed as the temptress managed to do wonders on raising the usually sturdy and steadfast farmer’s internal temperature. The thick air wasn’t easy to breath in and left the mare panting. Looking down, she found bright blue eyes looking back up at her, their owner biting her lip to hold back pleased moans. Shifting her gaze, she found her own orange hooves rubbing the unicorn’s back. Drawing her hooves lower, Applejack had to bite her own lip as she felt the pleased shiver pass over Rarity’s form. Trying to take another deep breath, the blonde mare closed her eyes briefly to clear her mind, opening them only when she heard her name being called from the mare under her.

“Applejack….”

Searching the unicorn’s face, she found only tenderness. Pale-gray forehooves reached up, causing the farmer to come closer while Rarity laid on her back. The orange mare leaned into the caress, trying not to inhale the apple and berry perfume more than she had to, trying not to lose what little control she had. The feeling of a hoof stroking her mane broke through the haze. Apple-green orbs glancing down connected with the sapphire blue ones waiting there. The two mares drew closer, pulled by some unseen force.

“Hmm... Thank you darlin’, for caring for me so…” Rarity’s words were quiet, only heard due to how close they had gotten. When the orange earth pony above her started to pant heavily, it only caused the intoxicating scent to grow, drawing the unicorn closer to the source.

Applejack blushed while all four legs trembled, weakened by the scent and heat of the mare under her. Her forehooves lost more of their strength, dipping her head closer to the other’s. Soft light-gray hooves kept their movements steady, fondling the mane that flowed on one side while still embracing the right side of the farm mare’s muzzle.

“I… believe… you deserve…. my thanks... “ Their gaze slowly closed, eyelids becoming hooded, as their muzzles came nearer still. Rarity’s heart continued its race through her veins, though she was consoled by the feel of Applejack’s own heartbeat pulsing rapidly under her touch. Inches away from one another, the fashion designer sighed internally, mind calming at what was going to happen next.

“RARITY! Where did my science project go from last year!?!” The high pitched shout drew two cries of surprise from the mares in the attic. Green orbs shot open, panicked and shocked, while their owner jumped back. Rarity was left on the floor, blinking with her mouth open in a small ‘o’. “We need to know what was already done for our project this year!”

The voice, cracking as it was, drew the two adult’s attention to the stairs, where a purple and pink curly mane popped up. Rarity shook her head, face casting a red glow, as she stood up from where she was on the ground. The action made Sweetie Belle frown in concern, only just noticing the odd behavior. She opened her mouth to comment but was prevented by her sister’s musing phrase..

“O-o-oh, yes, uhm, that, uh, lovely thing. I believe it was…” The unicorn rested a shaky hoof against her chin while she turned her sight upwards in thought.

“It’s right over here. Here ya go, the one ‘bout ‘mining underground’?” Applejack's shaking voice came from the left, causing the two unicorns' attention to focus on the apple farmer. The orange mare had a box with the label of ‘Sweetie Belle’s project, year 1005 A.D.’ written on the side.

The young girl hopped up the last stepped with a wide smile, running up to stop under the box. Applejack smirked at the excitement and gently rested the project on the filly’s back. Sweetie Belle beamed at the adults, turning to hop out of the room.

“Thanks!”

Both mares stayed in place, watching the Crusader leave, ignorant of what she interrupted. The older unicorn peeked at the earth pony, biting at her lip while trying to clear the haze that had clouded her mind.

“A-applejack…?” Rarity’s call trailed off when a shudder ran through the both of them. She noted the tense orange hooves, curling slightly against the wood, and cringed to herself.

A-applejack… Are you ok…? Please be ok….

Applejack took shallow breaths, tugging her hat lower on her head, hiding her face from view. She couldn’t stop her body from shivering, demanding to go and finish what they started while her limbs protested that they couldn’t hold back much longer. The farm pony tried to name various apples in a bid to regain control of her body and mind.

She… She can’t have wanted that. Ah’m just… weak. Ah don’t know how long Ah can hold out…

The fashionista faced her own challenges. When she tried to review what had just happened, another blurry memory surfaced instead. One of a steamy shower and gentle hooves on her back. Of her acting very unlady-like and yet similar to what occurred moments ago.

Surely I didn’t do that! I-I-why would I…? Why do I crave her touch, her smell, her accent… her hooves on me…?

Both mares stayed in place, lost in their thoughts, vision resting on anything but the other pony. A deep inhale and exhale from the apple farmer brought the unicorn’s focus back from the room to the orange mare. Applejack stood up, shaking her head at having sunk down while she thought, and looked to the pile of boxes still shrewn around the attic.

“Did… Did ya still want my help…?” Her voice, lacking it’s usually firm and chipper tone, caused Rarity to frown for a second, heart twitching painfully.

“Y-yes, if you don’t mind…? Perhaps it would go faster if we… worked on different piles…” Rarity didn’t want to suggest working separately but she wasn’t sure either of them was ready to be so close again. The slump of muscular shoulders caused another twang of pain to shoot through the gray unicorn but she couldn’t take back her words. She couldn’t trust her mouth to not say something completely different than what she meant.

Together, they managed to sort all the excess supplies from clothes and nicknacks the tailor had gathered over the years. Once enough space was cleared from the walls, Applejack silently went out to get the needed supplies to make shelves. Neither had spoken since they started, and neither said anything when she left.

Hearing the front door shut softly, another difference from the stronger mare’s usual behavior, Rarity bent forward, resting against the box in front of her with eyes closed.

“Oh you horrid pony, what have you done…? Obviously good, graceful, wonderful Applejack isn’t pleased with what nearly happened… Why oh why did I act like that…?” The dramatic mare threw her head back, right forehoof against her temple, as she bemoaned to the sky. “ No! I shall not further taint our relationship! As Celestia as my witness, I shall enjoy the rest of the evening with Applejack as though nothing has happened! No matter what!” Rarity stood tall once more, hoof resting against her chest, while she continued to stare off into the distance.

Nor shall I even attempt to think of why I acted so until I am safely alone once more…! No matter the price!

Applejack trudged through more snow, unwilling to stop and let her mind reflect on what nearly happened. Her stern gaze was focused on the ground in front of her. The wind picked back up, not that she noticed. Her face, center, and even limbs burned, desire fighting with respectability.

The distracted mare didn’t pause outside of Hay’s Hardware. Not caring that another snow storm was brewing, she entered, shaking off loose flakes as she stood in the doorway. Luckily Lugnut lived right above his shop, like many other Ponyvillians, and managed to open even on this dreary day.

Standing inside, head weighed down with the debating, Applejack didn’t hear Lugnut’s greeting. Instead she strode towards the wall of packaged nails. She nosed two boxes off the shelf and turned around, deaf to the stallion’s repeated greeting.

“H-howdy Lugnut… Could Ah get twenty pieces of yer best lumber?” The orange mare raised her sight to the gray earth pony across the way who stared back with a brow raised.

“Are you doing ok Applejack? Did something happen to the farm?” Lugnut, a heavy-set balding stallion, leaned over the counter, worry obvious in his gaze.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, farm’s alright. Just helping a-ah friend.” Applejack wouldn’t meet the other’s eye. Tapping her hooves nervously against the ground, she tried to ignore the pit forming in her chest at the term.

Lugnut watched, uncertain, but found no reason to press the issue. He traveled to the back storage, using the double sized door placed behind his counter to get there quickly. He knew of Applejack’s strength and didn’t bother to bag or grab a temporary cart. While most needed the help getting the load to their home, the Apple Family had never needed it and thus avoided the charge for using it.

“Here you go, twenty pieces of wood. No cart, right?” Lugnut stepped around the desk, moving closer to the mare to shift the supplies over.

“Right, don’t need any cart. How much do Ah owe ya?” Applejack tipped her hat back as she spoke. She didn’t waste time in grabbing the lumber and watched the stallion return to his place behind the counter.

“Well, it would be forty-five bits for the wood and nails, but I’m not sure you have the bits with you…” The stallion waved his hoof vaguely in Applejack’s direction, bringing her attention to the fact that she did indeed have no money with her. Facehoofing herself, the farmer sighed, looking up to the store owner with a shy grin.

“Oh eh heh heh heh… Sorry Lugnut. Ah don’t suppose Ah could leave this while Ah go get yer bits?” Applejack started to put the supplies down, chuckling sheepily, only to pause when Lugnut waved his hoof once more with a smile.

“Don’t worry about it Applejack, you seemed really distracted anyways. Why don’t you take those and come back with the bits later? Your family often does large purchases here anyways, I’m sure you’ll be back.” The gray earth pony grinned at the mare who tipped her hat in thanks.

Applejack didn’t stay longer, giving one last farewell and thank before rushing out into the snow storm. Bracing herself against the wind, the blonde earth pony pushed through the new mounds of snow, thoughts focused solely on one point.

Ah gotta focus. Like with this here storm. Just hold on and keep goin’ forward. Just keep goin’ forward…

The cold and growing harsh weather pressed the strong pony to knock loudly, almost harshly, to speedily gain the fashion mare’s attention. When the door did open, she didn’t bother to greet the unicorn, stepping inside and shaking the snow from her fur.

“Brrrrr, it’s whippin’ up a wild one out there. Sure hope yer set for ah few days Rarity, don’t think anypony will be able tah go nowhere for another day or two.” Applejack couldn’t raise her sight to the mare next to her. Her body was tense, waiting, though it continued it’s shivers.

When no rush of action came, the blonde earth mare finally pulled her gaze from the floor to search for the tailor. A floating towel quickly obscured her vision, though the blue hue around gave a hint to who was responsible for it. Her load was just as quickly lifted from her back. Raising a hoof to use the towel, Applejack found the light-gray designer was already walking to the window, pulling back a curtain to watch the snow outside.

“Rar-?”

“Oh my! You’re absolutely right A-... darlin’! I’m going to have to insist you stay here tonight.” Rarity turned from the window and marched to the kitchen, barely giving the stunning sight of Applejack with a towel around her mane a glance. The unicorn picked up her pace as her breath hitched, face twitching for a second as she tried to ignore the compelling sight in the middle of her shop.

The farm mare was left confused and breathless, cautious gaze following the rapid retreat before using the towel to hide her hurt expression. Plopping down in place, she shut her eyes, muzzle turned down towards the floor.

Guess that answer how she felt about what happened in the attic… Ah bet she don’t even want tah keep workin’ at it.

Before Applejack could truly muse on how her day turned out, the scent of tea and berries hovered on the edge of her senses. Opening bright green eyes, allowing the towel to drop around her shoulders, the blonde mare looked to her left, finding a timid unicorn waiting with a cup in her magical grasp.

“Here you go da-darling… Wouldn’t want you to fall ill now, would we?” Rarity tried to keep her wavering smile in place while she continued to push the cup forward. The smile grew stronger when it received a pleased smirk in return.

“Sure thin’ Rarity. Thanks.” Applejack began to sip at her apple and cinnamon tea. When the fashionista’s original greeting finally sunk in, she choked, coughing as the hot liquid went down the wrong passage and up her nose instead. “Wait, what was tha’-?! Me, sta-stay here? Naaah, Ah can’t bother ya th-that way!”

Rarity jerked back at the splattering and teleported a small rag into the air, wiping at the farmer’s mouth only to switch to the ground when Applejack swatted at the cloth. Mouth scrunching, Rarity tried to keep the pain from her eyes, fearful of causing more issues for the dependable mare.

“I will not hear of anything to the contrary!” The purple maned tailor attempted to sound firm while her hunched form and laid back ears showed otherwise.

Applejack frowned at the nervous mare before her, noting how she wouldn't look into the orange mare’s eyes. Sighing, she gave in, unwilling to cause the unicorn more distress.

“Alright alright… Ah’ll stay…” The whispered acceptance brought joy to both mares, though their inability to look at other meant they didn’t see it. The stetson wearing mare returned her focus to the drink in her hooves, taking tiny sips at the now lukewarm beverage.

Rarity shifted on her hooves, trying not to stare too long at the earth mare, before deciding to merely go back into the kitchen. The sound of hoofsteps leading away from her brought Applejack’s attention to her surroundings once again. Reminded by the stack of wood and nails to her right, the blonde workpony sat up and raised her voice, calling to the mare in the kitchen.

“Rarity? Did ya want me tah get started on that shelf? Or is there more to clean?”

“Oh, uhm, you may start to build the shelf right now if you wish, though be sure to come down in time for dinner.” Rarity bit her lip as she shouted back, eyes firmly on the large and warm meal she was making. Shifting her sight to the ceiling briefly, she sighed with a slump.

I better start to prepare a place for A… Applejack… to sleep… I hope she doesn’t mind… I had to do something to clear my mind after all…

Meanwhile, the stronger mare began the long task of shifting enough boards up the stairs, pausing only when she reached the attic. Boxes, all labelled and sorted, resting along one side, giving plenty of room for the work pony to make a set of shelves on the opposing wall.

Ah-Ah guess she didn’t need me as much for the cleaning… But why would she ask for mah help then…? Maybe she does want me around…? At least Ah know there’s somethin’ she ain’t gonna be able tah do any time soon. The blond mare smirked, shaking her head at the prim mare’s ignorance of tools used for anything else but fashion. Guess Ah better get started!

-NSSSL-

Hours later and the two mares put down the last of their cleaning tools. Supper had come and gone, with both ladies getting back to work after a moment’s relaxation. The attic was in pristine condition, new shelf holding boxes of old supplies while the outdated clothes were stacked to the right. Mementoes and personal items were to the left, with their own smaller set of shelves. The other two floors of the boutique were just as spotless, the duo working quickly and silently. Applejack impressed herself by getting to the laundry room to refurbish the furniture there before it was time to call it a night.

In a bid of thanks and of being a gracious host, Rarity insisted that the farm mare take the first bath. She used the time to be sure the couch was as comfortable as she could possibly make it. Tucking the blanket just so, the unicorn was about to fetch some more pillows when a voice behind her made her jump into the air with a yelp.

“Golly, that looks real swell Rarity, thanks. Sorry ya have tah put me up for the night.” Applejack had another towel around her shoulder, using the tip to dry her flowing yellow-straw mane. Noticing the blush the fashion mare sported, the earth pony rapidly developed one of her own.

“Yes, well, hmm, it is no trouble at all d-darlin’... I shall see you in the morning.” Rarity tore her sight from the free-flowing mane and trotted quickly up the stairs.

Applejack stared curiously after the retreating mare but soon shook it off. Debating rapidly, she edged her way under the covers, trying to keep the immaculate setting in its original condition. When she finally got onto the ‘bed’, she gave up the idea of keeping the covers in their pristine placement. The scent of apples and berries, bringing to mind a purple mane and flaring hoof, waffed from the cushions under the hardworking mare.

Whelp, there’s goes what little sleep Ah was gonna get… Good thing Ah stopped her from tryin’ tah get me to take her bed… Or, landsakes, share ah bed with her like we did for that sleepover at Twi’s… Gonna drive me to ruin, she is… The apple seller sighed softly, pulling the blanket up to her nose and trying to keep her eyes shut. As if Ah care ‘bout bein’ lost in her big ol’ blue eyes…. Like them, uh, sapphires, she likes so much… Heh heh, guess Ah am tired, tryin’ to be all poetic… Gotta sleep, can’t stay here for much longer…

Rarity, unaware of her guest’s wandering thoughts, jumped into her own bed, ignoring her usual methods. Leaving her sleep mask in its drawer, she pulled her comforter to her muzzle, using it to cover her girlish giggling. Heart swelling in pleasure, the unicorn squirmed under her covers, not batting an eyelash at the disarray she was causing her blankets.

She is always so helpful! At this rate, I may have to advertise that my entire store was remodeled by Applejack, the most dependable mare in Ponyville-nay, of Equestria! I wonder if she would be able to return home in the morning however… I don’t believe I’ve ever wished for this dreadful cold to keep going… Hehehehe, I better make a warm breakfast in the morning!

The light-gray mare blushed, her mind’s eye bringing the farmer’s toned physique to the forefront, untied mane draping across her withers. Brown hat was nowhere to be seen, though it was the bright emerald eyes that held Rarity’s focus, making her redden once again with another titter of laughter. Drifting off, her dreams were filled with hues of orange, yellow and green, the scent of apple prevalent over all else.

-NSSSL-

The smell of toast, hay-strips, and pancakes floated up the stairway, tickling the delicate nose of the fashionista. Rarity shifted in her bed, a small grin gracing her muzzle.

“Hmm, yes, thank you darlin’... That’s lovely… Yes, very nice…” The unicorn turned on to her side, smile widening as she muttered quietly to herself.

“Hey Rarity? Ya up? Ah made breakfast…” Applejack poked her head into the designer’s room. While she spoke, Rarity began to wake, groaning as she rubbed at her eyes. “Figured ya want me to stop by before heading out…”

Word of the earth pony leaving shred the last of sleep from Rarity’s mind. She bolted upright, mane flipping wildly as she turned to the mare in the doorway.

“What? But, darlin’, what of the storm?” The tailor tumbled from the right side of the bed, jerking open the curtains with a flash of magic. What was left of the blizzard was leaving the sky, having dumped its load of precipitation for the moment. The previously dug pathways were gone, covered by the fresh layer. “The, the way isn’t clear! Darlin’, you simply couldn’t try and-”

“Ah’ve gotta go Rarity. Still got chores tah do at the farm.” Applejack flinched at the dejection on the unicorn’s face. Dipping her head down, she gave in to the pleading blue orbs. “We can have breakfast together if ya want.”

Rarity perked up at the suggestion. Allowing a tiny smile to appear on her muzzle, the prissy unicorn followed her guest down the stairs to the kitchen table. Applejack began to set out her own place only to find a sapphire blue hue taking control. Shaking her head with bemusement, the orange mare poured out a large cup of coffee.

“Hm? Was the couch really that bad? I knew I should have made you take the bed instead!” Rarity paused pouring her own coffee. Glancing up to the earth pony, she found Applejack wouldn’t meet her gaze.

“Don’t ya worry none. Ah, uh, got plenty of sleep. But Ah can’t stay long. Have tah head back to Hay’s Hardware…” The orange mare let her gaze settle to the east, where the store was located.

“Why must you stop by other places in such weather? Surely it can wait?” The fashionista tried to get the other mare’s attention but couldn’t hold it when she did. Blushing, she tapped her forehooves together. “I would hate to hear of you freezing on your way…”

“Ah have to pay for the wood Ah used.” Applejack shrugged, sipping at her coffee and sighing when she felt the warmth and caffeine hit her system.

“What? Darlin’, that was used for my benefit, was it not?” Rarity waited for a response but only got a neutral shrug. “That shall not do at all! How much was it? I will pay for it entirely.”

The unicorn levitated her bit bag over from the store front only to have the other mare stomp her hoof on the table.

“Ain’t no way yer payin’ for it. Ah said Ah would help ya and so Ah will!” Applejack started to stand up, determined to be the generous one for the day.

“Yes darlin’! You have done a magnificent job of being helpful! I don’t think I know of anypony who is more helpful!” Rarity stood up as she argued the the validity of the other’s statement. Her half-shout made the earth pony freeze in place, red begining to dust across both of their faces. “But I shall not let you use your hard earned money for me without helping in some way! I shall pay for half, not a bit less, if you must insist on sharing the cost!”

The blonde pony deflated, reassured and sheepish, returning to her seat and unfinished meal. Nodding her agreement, Applejack went back to her coffee, trying to beat back exhaustion after restless night. Having settled the argument, Rarity also sat down, taking her own cup and enjoying the warmth it gave.

Once both mares finished their early breakfast and putting the dirty dishes into the sink, Applejack started to head for the exit, placing her stetson firmly back on her head.

“Wait wait wait! You haven’t said how much the wood cost! And you can’t go out with only a hat on!” Rarity chased after the mare, with several articles of clothing following her through the air.

Without waiting for the earth pony’s consent, she layered them on the sturdy form, using both hooves to be sure they were on right. The last thing she reached for was a large sack of bits. Settling it firmly on the completely covered back, Rarity leaned forward, giving the blonde farmer a hug.

“Use those bits to cover the cost, I won’t hear a word against it. Please be safe darlin’!” When the light-gray mare pulled back, without thought, she brushed her muzzle against the freckled visage, lingering for the briefest of moments. Blue eyes snapped open in realization and Rarity jerked back, not seeing the frozen farmer’s expression, and pushed her towards the door.

“Uh, you mustn’t take too long! Goodbye dar-darling! Please stop by again some time!” Magic flicked out, opening the door rapidly while she nudged the shell-shocked mare outside.

Closing it just as swiftly, the unicorn slumped to the ground, covering her face as she felt it burn. Her tongue licked at her lips without consent, trying to identify and memorize the taste.

W-w-w-why did I do that?! Why do I want to do it again? No, it can’t be…! Rarity lowered her hooves, staring blankly to the opposing wall. I… can’t have fallen… in love… Have I? Both limbs shot to her mouth, covering the gasp that came with her next thought. I think… I have! Oh you foolish mare, what are you going to do!?

On the farm located on the outskirts of town, the heavily dressed earth pony slowly trotted through the wide acres until she reached the front door to her home. Her body wouldn’t respond properly and once inside, Applejack could barely stand in place, her sight fixated on the ground in front of her.

Apple Bloom stepped in front of her sister, tilting her head at the mismash clothes the older mare wore.

“Sis’, what are ya wearing? Are ya ok?” The bow-wearing filly waved her hoof before the distant green gaze.

“Oh, hey, ‘Bloom… Ah’m, uh, fine…” Applejack brushed the girl aside, managing to pull her numb limbs up the stairs. The only thing that had any sense of feeling was her check, something she tested by placing a hoof against it.

What… was that all about…? Ah swear, Ah just don’t get that mare.

Shedding the multitudes of clothes she had been forced to wear, she looked to her window, where miles away a boutique was run by the definition of mysterious mare. Shuddering once more, she leaned against her door, eyes shut while she fought with her speeding heart rate.

She must not be back tah normal just yet… Gotta keep goin’… Gotta keep goin’...

Chatper 17 - Helping out the Boutique - Spike's Day

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End of February, 1005 A.D. (After Discord)

Loud beating resounded in the laid back light-gray ears. Breaths, uneven and rapid, overlaid the sound, giving depth to the panic. The light outside the dress shop grew as time slowly passed, though it went unnoticed by the mare leaning against the purple door. Her wide sapphire blue eyes stared forward without blinking. Both hooves were pressed firmly against her muzzle, barely muffling the gasps.

Oh my, oh dear, o-oh… Rarity’s wobbly gaze drifted towards her fainting couch, seeking something familiar and comforting. Perhaps I should lay down…?

An image flashed into her mind, halting her weak attempt at standing. Several pillows and blankets were strewn about the couch. A blonde mane flowed over the side while orange hooves gripped the top most blanket. Rarity held back a strangled gasp, suppressing the sudden urge to check for an apple scent, as she flinched back against the door.

O-oh my goodness… Wh-what should I do…?!

“Spike! Wait!” The call echoed through the mostly empty library, causing the two purple feet to stop in their rush to the door. The lavender unicorn frowned to the dragon as she and her marefriend trotted up to the lad. “Are you sure you want to go out in this cold?”

Spike nodded firmly, eyes fixed on the door and the boutique that lay far beyond it. Twilight glanced unsure to the pink earth pony beside her who tilted her head to the left for a second before beaming widely. A single purple brow rose at the excitement shown before the unicorn flinched back as Pinkie Pie sprung forward. Whipping both forehooves downwards, a bundle appearing in her grip, the earth pony dumped it on top of the drake who stared wide eyed. Taking a single step back, Pinkie smiled at the quintuple wrapped up lad.

“There you go! You should be ready for anything that would hurt your outside at least!” The pink baker nodded solemnly to herself before giving him a twirl, setting him to face towards the door once more.

Spike found he couldn’t lower his arms as the multitudes of layers prevented the movement. Even his tail was covered, sticking straight from behind him. His head was so wrapped up that only his eyes were visible as he checked on the two mares before nodding his head as much as he could, which was just a few inches. Twilight flinched when he opened the door, allowing the frigid air to blast in, but continued to wave as he left.

“G-good luck Spike! Please be safe!” The unicorn waited until he was well on his way, plowing through the new buildup of snow, before using her magic to close the door once more. “Oooh, I don’t know about this Pinkie...”

The pink earth pony couldn’t answer and merely gave her marefriend a hug around the neck. Together, they returned to the warmth of the upstairs fireplace, minds on the young dragon and his self-appointed mission.

-NSSSL-

Come on Spike, the great and heroic dragon! Your damsel in distress needs your help! These little towers of fortifications are nothing to the strong and brave Dragon of the West! The purple and green dragon continued through the snow drifts, his overactive imagination turning it into forts and armies that tried to stop his journey. It was hard, but he managed to shift his two arms forward, using both his claws and fire to try and cut through.

The wind wasn’t very strong, though it did occasionally prevent the lad from seeing where he was going at times. The streets were almost identical, the white causing it to blend together. Only with muscle memory and strong sense of direction was the drake able to find his way to the circular building. The sight of the white and purple shop gave the young lad a burst of confidence. Surging forward, he smiled under the layers of clothes, running up to the front door. Spike couldn’t stop his momentum and instead smashed against the frame, though it was muffled by his clothing.

Leaning up against the door, he tried to hear if there was anyone moving inside. He frowned thoughtfully when it seemed like somepony was having trouble breathing on the other side. Even though the claw was also heavily layered, he raised it to knock as hard as he could.

“Rarity? Rarity, are you there? Would-would you need some help today?” Spike continued to listen right against the entry way as he shouted. Scrambling could be heard right against the door, drawing a deeper frown from the dragon.

“O-o-oh, Spike! H-hello darling! I-I’m not sure there is anything you could do…” The airy response didn’t reassure the purple drake. Rarity’s voice came from the other side of the entryway, suggesting that she had been sitting against it moments ago.

“I’m sure I can find something to help you with! Please?” Spike knocked, not wanting to give up after making the cold journey. With his ear still pressed against the purple frame, he heard the muted sigh from the older mare.

A soft tinkle came while a light blue aura encased the door, opening it for the drake, while the pale-gray unicorn tried to smile like she usually did. Something she gave up on quickly once she took in the full appearance of the lad in front of her.

“Darling, what are you wearing…?” Rarity stared pensively as she took a step back, giving the dragon enough room to enter the establishment.

Spike waddled in, arms back out from his sides, before he answered his crush with a grumble.

“Pinkie Pie wanted to make sure I was warm as I walked over.” He stopped just inside the shop, gazing adoringly to the unicorn who bit her lip at the multitudes of clashing colors.

“I suppose… we should get you out from those, erm, clothes… I’m not sure what you could do today, dear. This weather isn’t helpful to new fashions after all.” The fashion designer began to strip the layers from the small figure with magic while summoning a cup of tea from the table.

Eyeing the cup, she found it was still warm from the breakfast Applejack had made not even fifteen minutes ago. Trying and failing to hold back the blush that accompanied the thought of the farmer, the unicorn floated over the drink to warm the chilled dragon.

Spike, free of his restrictive garments, reached up with an appreciative grin to hold the beverage. He began to sip at the apple and cinnamon tea, vision traveling over the empty boutique. When he noticed the remnants of a meal on the table, he shuffled in place, red covering his cheeks while his gaze dropped to the ground.

“Were… Were you just getting up now?” The dragon’s words brought the mare back to her guest. He continued to sip at his drink, racking his brain for something he could do on such a cold day.

“Hm…? Oh, u-uh, yes, I have only just awakened, but I don’t believe there are many who would want be out in this weather…” Rarity turned towards the entrance, eyes unfocused, as she thought about a mare who came even with the weather deterring most. As the two stood in the foyer of the dress shop, pounding against the doorway pulled them from their thoughts.

“Hellooo…? Anypony home? Mail’s here!” The cheerful tone resounded from outside, though it was slightly muffled.

The tailor tilted her head curiously, not having expected more visitors that day. Leaving the dragon where he stood, she checked on her latest guest. When she opened the door, it took a moment to see past the blinding white that covered the land, but she was eventually able to see the gray pegasus who landed in the slightly cleared path.

“Hi Rarity! I’ve got your mail!” Derpy smiled breezily, reaching for the large tan sack on her back. Spotting the confused face of the unicorn, the blonde maned mailmare pushed it forward, tilting her head as well. “You know, letters? There was a build up because of the storm, so it’s a lot more than usual today.”

Rarity snapped out of her surprise and reached out with her magic to hold the large bag. She gave the pegasus a shaky grin before walking backwards into her shop once more.

“Thank you darling. Stay warm, won’t you?”

“You bet! Goodbye Rarity!” Derpy saluted the pale-gray unicorn and took off for the skies once more, saddlebags full with other letters for delivery.

After the door shut, shutting off the draft of cold air, the library assistant spoke up from his place in the middle of the room.

“So, who was that? A customer?” The lad’s tone grew hopeful towards the end, seeing a chance to potentially stay and help out. Trotting over, cup still firmly in hand, he found the refined mare opening the sack and searching its contents. “Letters? Who are they from?”

Rarity taking various messages out and rapidly glancing them over. An ear twitched at the questions, though she didn’t answer right away. She opened a few more, double checking her findings, before coming back to her surroundings.

“Hmmm…? Well, they seem to be from clients, inquiring about the latest fashions and fall line…” The designer trailed off, the phrase causing a flicker of unease to strike through her core. “Fall line… Fall line…? Fall Fashion Line!” Rarity stood up from her place beside the bag. Mane swinging wildly, her blue eyes gained a manic tint as she looked to her racks of clothing currently for sale and display.

“Uh, Rarity…? Are you ok?” Spike took a hesitant step back as Rarity dashed forward. He drained his beverage quickly, setting the dish off to the side and trying not to stand in the way of the frantic unicorn.

“O-oh my! What horrid timing! Why don’t I have it done already?! Surely I couldn’t have been so absorbed by-... No, heaven forbid!” The fashion designer ran from rack to rack, sorting through the clothes only to stop midway and check another shelf.

“Rarity…? What do you mean ‘not done’? You… You mean the Fall Fashion Line?” The dragon’s jaw dropped, shocked at the potential disaster. “I can help! Let’s, uh, let’s get everything sorted! Twilight always says to get things organized first!”

The lad rushed to the letters, opening each one and making piles of what they requested. The pale-gray mare stopped, glancing towards him, as she panted as softly as possible. Watching the serious expression on the young dragon’s face, Rarity hummed thoughtfully.

So helpful! Just like A-a-a-!… Ah-ah-aaaaaaaa… Sapphire orbs widened while she internally flailed about. The only sign of her mental panic was a nervous twitch of her right foreleg. Glancing surreptitiously to the red couch off in the corner of the foyer, the light-gray unicorn shifted in place. Spike’s call distracted her from her not so platonic thoughts about a certain apple farmer, something she wasn’t sure if she should be happy about or not.

“Rarity? I got them sorted! Are you ok?” The purple dragon checked on the mare, walking out from behind the two large piles that now dominated the center of the room. He waved a claw to gain the designer’s attention before continuing.

“There’s two kinds of requests. These ones,” another wave indicated the smaller pile, “want some lighter clothes for spring. Everypony else wants to know about your Fall Line. Did… did you really not make a Fall Line?” Spike bit his lip after his timid question. The unicorn’s bashful glance did not reassure him.

“I may have been the tiniest bit distracted this winter. Never fear! I shall, uhm, I shall… I shall go and create-er fetch, the latest designs.” Rarity’s smile was shaky as she edged backwards towards the stairs. The dragon, however, shifted in place, glancing between the small pile of letters and the tailor.

“What, uh… Can I help with the spring orders? While you get the fall orders…?” The dragon tapped his pointer claws together. The mare paused in her retreat upstairs.

“Darling, would you really? That would be just lovely! Do you remember how I have everything? My designs are in their usual place, in the top drawer in the back room. I’ll be up in my inspiration room. Thank you dear!” Rarity wasted no time in turning around completely and dashing upstairs.

Spike stayed on the ground floor, blushing furiously, with a goofy grin prominent on his face. Reaching out with both claws, he scooped up the small pile, his grin growing with each passing second.

“R-right away my lady!” Jumping into the air briefly, he skipped to the hallway. Ignoring the doorways that led to the kitchen and stairs, he continued to the last door, where the small back room was waiting.

Once inside, he dropped the multitude of letters on the table that was pressed into the right corner and turned to the drawer next to it. Memory guided his claws to the book of designs. He held up each letter and noted which they asked for, writing it onto a separate list. Soon he was neck deep in paperwork of the supplies on hoof and how much each one would cost to do. Singing softly to himself of his accomplishments, he tuned out the rest of the world, happy to help his crush with important work.

Rarity swooned in front of her inspiration door, having closed it moments ago. Her vision wobbled, drifting over the empty racks and ponnequins, before dimming around the edges briefly.

No time for yer dramatic ways sugarcube. You’ve got work tah do.

The southern accent cut through the clouds gathered in the tailor’s mind. Softly gasping, the light-gray mare stood up from leaning against the wooden frame, eyes focusing as she checked her room.

“Ap-...?!” The mare stifled her voice when she remembered how the blonde farmer had left early that morning. “Ah yes… But her words, imagined though they might be, are true nonetheless! Come on Rarity, you can do it! You must!”

She strode forward, magic surging, to grab ahold of a new sketch book and titling it ‘Fall Fashions of 1005’. The drawer that she pulled it from closed with a blue aura while she lightly stepped up to the desk by the window, using natural light to brighten the area.

“And now, for fabulosity!”

-NSSSL-

An hour later and the unicorn was surrounded by stacks of crumpled paper that littered the ground. The ponnequins on the left side of the room were bare save for samples of cloths pinned against one another haphazardly.

“Why can’t I think of anything!? Everything is but a pale copy of my previous work, something that shant be allowed in the world of fashion.” Rarity glanced to her left, spotting the old rough sketch book for previous season designs. “Perhaps I could try a common theme instead of something entirely different… Something that ties the past year together…”

Rubbing her chin with a soft hum, Rarity picked up her previous rough drafts with her magic. She flipped through the pages, eyes flickering over the images, though her speed increased with sapphire orbs widening. Her breath hitched into being held, hooves digging into the carpet below her.

No, no, surely not! That swirl of green, that bright red, those tints of yellow and orange! These were- these were my most requested designs! All based on… Applejack… The book dropped from her magical grasp. Leaning forward, the unicorn scrunched her muzzle with eyes shut tight. Why, even now, barely over an hour since she left, do I wish to see her? The thought of her muscular form toiling away in the fields no longer fill me with disgust at the dirt… But instead… I want to go and help her… I want to… I want… to… Go.

With the single word resounding in her mind, Rarity stood up, attention on the farm to the west. Leaving the mess where it sat, she trotted out the door and downstairs. She gathered an ensemble for the cold temperatures as she went, calling the pieces from where they rested all over the house.

When she arrived at the main floor, Spike noticed the sound of movement and poked his head out of the back room. Catching sight of pale-gray fur, he exited the room, and tried to get the mare’s attention.

“Rarity? Did you need something? Tea maybe?”

The fashion designer jumped at the drake’s words. In her haste, she forgot he was in the building. Turning to face the lad, she felt a pang of guilt at the bewildered face.

“O-oh darling, are you still here? You needn’t keep your nose to the grindstone.” The mare waved her forehoof vaguely. She tried to smile reassuringly to the dragon who only started to frown at the dismissive tone. “Wh-why don’t you call it a day hmm? I have a few errands I must attend to and shall be heading out.” The pathetic attempt at smiling slowly crashed at the dejected face in front of her. Her hoof dropped down from its wave.

“May-… maybe I could stay and get the supplies out for the dresses? The ones for the Spring designs?” Spike stepped closer to the fully dressed mare, tapping his claws together uneasily. “While you’re gone…”

Rarity bit her own lip at the question. Blue orbs avoided the pleading gaze, unable to withstand the guilt that came with it, as the unicorn tried to think quickly.

“Dear, I won’t know how long I’ll be gone… Are you sure you want to stay and work on the orders?” The mare fidgeted in place, leaning down as she questioned him.

“I can do it! I’ll get everything all ready for when it’s time to assemble them. I can even clean up any messes I come across!” Spike straightened up and tried to appear confident. The mare gave a weak laugh, appreciative of his attempt.

“If you’re sure dear…Though I’m not sure how much of a mess there is. Applejack was just a darlin’ and came by yesterday, helping around the store.” Rarity’s gaze floated upwards, missing the dour face the dragon wore, as she reminisced about the previous day. “I’ll just leave the spare key with you, in case you finish the prep work before I return. Thanks ever so much darling!”

The unicorn continued on her way, humming softly to herself, as she gave the foyer one last check. Magicking a small brass key from its usual hidden place behind piles of clothing and books, she placed it firmly on the table near the hallway, in plain sight of the dragon. When she saw the large stack of letters that still awaited her, she frowned before huffing, putting it out of her mind with a single thought of the bright green orbs that would be lit up with a kind of warmth. A gentle heat burned from the fashion mare’s center, filling her limbs and mind. Smirking at the sensation and how it traveled throughout her entire body, she went outside, giving one last farewell to the drake watching her form from behind.

Spike waved, though the action went unnoticed, before slumping in place. His claws dropped to his sides listlessly.

Applejack is beating me so far… But I’ll show her! I’ll show them all. Rarity’s going to be blown away when she sees what I can do while she’s gone!

The drake clenched his claws, nodding determinedly, before returning to the back room. He grabbed the list of requests and compared it to the official design list. Noting which supplies were needed, he made another list and, feeling a lot like Twilight, he went upstairs to locate everything. He searched the workroom and had very little trouble assembling everything, having helped prepare the needed materials many times before. It was only when he got to the very end of his list that he ran into trouble.

“Moderate Sap Green Neighgypt Cotton with six hundred thread count cloth? Ponies want something like that? It’s not one she normally stocks… Does Rarity have something like this?” Spike scratched at his spines, right hand holding the supply list in front of his eyes as he exited the room.

When he reached the drop door at the end of the hallway, he looked up from the list and frowned at the distance. Sighing briefly at his short stature, he began to jump for the rope that hung down, finally catching it after his third attempt. Swinging back and forth, he edged the door open. When it dropped, he curled forward, ducking as it unfolded above him. He retrieved the list from where he dropped it and climbed up the steps.

At the top, he paused, surprised at the cleanliness he found there. He frowned pensively, turning in spot and scrunching his snout briefly at all the changes he found. Boxes were labeled neatly along the walls, some identifying base types of clothes that could be re-used to save on materials. Along the right wall were personal effects and souvenirs. What drew most of his ire however, were the two shelves that stood out from their surroundings. Their precision and newness brought to mind only one possible creator.

Grumbling to himself, he did another circle, coming to an annoyed stop when he realized most of the spare materials were on the new shelf on the left. He scanned the new sharp labels and found his target to be on the third shelf, too high for his shorter form to reach on its own. Sighing, he dropped the list and turned to the nearest stack of boxes, disassembling it to build himself a temporary ladder. The dragon was used to precarious steps, using what skill he had in balance to reach to the shelf and pulling out the needed box. As it was lifted off its resting place, the drake swooned in place, trying to accommodate the sudden displacement of balance.

There was a second of him succeeding. But as soon as he shifted to head back down, the box tumbled out of his grip and sent everything sprawling. The attic filled with thunderous noise as everything crashed into each other and thumped to the ground. Spike found himself trapped under the case he was after and the one he had originally stood on. Both of their contents spilled out, meshing with others that had hit the ground harder and also disclosed their supplies.

The assistant tried to stand but couldn’t, finding himself to be too weak to fight the weight on top of him. So instead he tried to wiggle forward. This movement was both a success and failure. By scraping along the ground, he was able to get free of his entrapment. However, the slow motion had caused a chain reaction, causing other brown containers precariously balanced on one another to fall to the ground.

Rubbing the new bump on his head, Spike checked the mess he made, slouching when he noticed how it had involved the entire wall of boxes. Exhaling gustily, he squared his shoulders and reached for the fabric that brought him to the top floor, gently tugging it free from where it was buried. When the specific shade of green hit the light, the purple claw paused, green draconic slits widening as realization struck.

Spike pulled back, thinking rapidly about the last two seasons’ designs. Recalling the color schemes, he shook his head, face morphing into one of dejection.

No… It can’t be… The dragon bit his lip, holding back the mists in his eyes. He swiped at them, taking a deep breath that was shakier than what he hoped, before standing upright once more. With a lot less energy and enthusiasm than when he started, the librarian assistant began to clean up the disaster he caused. The only sounds that could be heard from the top most room were of minute sniffles and the scraping of cardboard against the ground and one another.

The sound of crunching filled the chilled air. Nopony else was out, unless it was important. Something the light-gray unicorn paid no attention to as she trotted merrily down the streets. She had a scarf, jacket, boots and furry hat that coordinated with one another. The jacket and hat were dark green and apple green respectively, while the scarf was a bright red. All four boots, which came up only to a fourth of her leg, were a green so dark it was almost black.

Rarity stood out easily from the whiteness of her surroundings. Nose raised jauntily in the air, she felt as though she were several pounds lighter, her body almost pulling her along towards the farm on the outskirts of town. Each mile she got from her boutique and the peaceful village, the warmer she felt, even though she now had to plow through more snow. The mare’s thoughts were blank, captured by a pair of bright emerald eyes. She was so lost in thought that she hardly noticed the long journey before suddenly appearing in front of the warm red barn house.

Blue eyes blinked rapidly, swirling around to take in the snow covered farm. Paths were made to each of the buildings and to each of the orchards. Smaller ones showed where the three siblings had gone for fun times. There was also a large amount of churned up snow to the south, near the barn and the orchard closest to it. Remnants of rope hung from the tree limbs while a mirror sat in a niche. Tilting her head quizzically, the fashion mare frowned, eyes coming back to the house in front of her.

Why in the world would they need a mirror up there…? Perhaps it is some farmer game that only they know of…? I suppose I shant know until I ask… Wh-why are my hooves frozen against the ground?!? As Rarity tried to knock on the door before her, she found her limbs were unresponsive. Staring at them with a wide, frantic gaze, she tried to will herself forward. Instead she found doubts and fears growing ever louder in the back of her mind.

Now now Rarity, this is certainly not the time to start doubting yourself! It is of dire need that I come by…! Utterly dire… I need the inspiration that she seems to give out freely, just like her help, and strength, and advice, and smiles… and support… and care… and hospitality… and- stop stop stop! This is not the opportune moment to think about this particular subject! I must simply go up and -

“Ah don’t know Granny, yer hearin’ ain’t what it used tah be…” The familiar southern tone broke the unicorn’s concentration as it came closer to the front door. Another voice, older and thinner, shouted from further back.

“Ah knows what Ah was hearin’ an’ Ah know tha’ there be somepony a’waiting outside! You jus’ go an’ see how right Ah am little missy.”

Soft chuckling answered the yell coming from right beside the doorway. With a loud creak, the green frame swung outwards with both top and bottom halves, allowing the warmth and light to spill out. The fashion designer felt her breath hitch at the sway of golden yellow while bright emerald orbs shone with surprise and that softness that was usually present when they gazed at the unicorn.

“Well, whaddya know Granny, yer were right. Howdy sugarcube, what’cha doin’ all the way out here?” Applejack smiled gently towards the mare who stood shocked before her. The earth pony’s gaze couldn’t help but soften, shining brightly, as she took in the appearance of the unicorn who was smiling just as warmly back.

“O-oh well I was, erhm, I found that I hadn’t much to do at my boring old shop and, remembering your own help, thought I should stop by and uh, help!” Rarity tripped over her wording as she restrained her body from fidgeting nervously. Her front hooves itched to be assured her mane is properly twirled while her face tried to break out into a heated red hue.

Applejack started to lose her smile, as she turned her gaze from the unicorn in front of her to beyond, back towards the town. Her vision darkened briefly, thoughts elsewhere, before she faced the mare in front of her again, without the grin.

“Oh. Yer… Yer not doin’ anything at your shop? No- no one stopped by?” The farmer shifted in the doorway, already feeling the blazing glare she would receive from a certain baby dragon.

The fashion mare shifted in place, her own gaze turning away as both ears flipped backwards. “Well, I did get a few visitors, but I simply couldn’t sit still. After all the help you gave the other day, it would be impolite of me to not try and repay your kindness…”

Both mares grew quiet, unable to meet the other’s eyes, as they pawed the ground. A short gust of wind made the unicorn shiver in place. Before either could comment further, a shout came from inside, shaking them from their stiffened position.

“Yer lettin’ th’ cold in ya silly fillies! Get ’er in here, what are ya thinkin’ sweet pea? How is that Apple hospitality?”

Applejack blushed at the reprisal from her grandmother. Turning her head backwards, she answered without resorting to a complete shout.

“Yes Granny!” Once she assured the older mare, the blonde farm pony sheepishly looked at the mare in the doorway, a hoof going to rub at the back of her head. “Sorry ‘bout that Rarity. Wh-why don’t ya come on in then?”

Rarity bit her lip for a second, unsure about that reaction of the orange mare, but dipped her head in acceptance. Stepping forward, she felt the warmth of the farm house seep through her clothes and bring her internal temperature back up.

Once she was inside, Applejack shut the door behind her, trying to avoid looking at the unicorn’s rear end. Rarity didn’t notice this nor the blush that came with it as she levitated her winter gear onto the nearby coat rack. As she peeled each article off, her shivering grew worse, as her body tried to adjust to the new temperature. Taking her jacket off, Rarity stood on the edge of the living room, looking at the other Apple family members who gazed back curiously. Granny Smith was in her usual rocking chair in the left corner, while Big Mac and Apple Bloom sat on the couch near the door. The tailor tried to smile through her chill, giving the family a tiny wave.

“H-hello everypony. I do hope I wasn’t interrupting a family day together. I was merely uh-” Rarity paused as she felt a thick quilt placed onto her back. She tilted her head to her right, eyes wide, to find that Applejack had taken a spare blanket and placed it on top of the cold pale-gray unicorn. When green orbs rose to meet questioning blue, the farm mare took a step back with a bashful smirk, hoof once more going to the back of her head.

“You-you were shivering somethin’ fierce.” Applejack nodded briskly before trotting over to her grandmother, who was in the midst of praising her granddaughter.

“Yer darn tootin’! That mare was gonna shiver her bones right out! Ah knew Ah raised ya right missy!” Granny pinched the orange mare’s cheeks, grinning widely.

Rarity, still by the door, shifted under the blanket as her cheeks blazed red. Raising a hoof to bring the neatly stitched cloth closer, she took another step in the room, coughing politely.

“Eh-hem, yes, Applejack was indeed raised to be very helpful. I was wondering if I could do anything to help in return? She’s just been a marvelous help to me, surely there is something I could do in thanks?” The light-gray mare smiled amorously to the blonde earth pony who chuckled at the praise.

“Shucks sugarcube, ya don’t have to go that far.”

“Not at all darlin’! I wish to return the favor and show how I appreciate your tremendous help. I shant leave until I can do something for you and your family.” The determined unicorn took another step closer, a firm glint in her gaze.

The stallion and young filly on the couch watched the two mares ‘argue’. Their heads bounced back and forth between the combatants, similar to a tennis match. They noticed an interesting smirk that hovered over their sister’s muzzle and a liveliness that wasn’t usually present in her apple green eyes. Neither had they seen the local fashionista in such high spirits when talking about helping on a farm, having been well known for NOT liking dirt or filth of any kind. The shocking fact that not only was she there to help on a farm but actually was volunteering for it prevented the two siblings from noticing much else about the unicorn.

Something that did not happen to the oldest Apple present. Granny Smith couldn’t hide her own smirk at the light pink hue on both mares’ cheeks. She also took an interest in how, with every statement, the fashion mare drew ever closer to the rough and tough blonde. Curiosity hummed through her old bones which shrilly shouted back that there was something there. Clapping her hooves together, the old earth mare shouted just loud enough for everypony to hear.

“Alrighty! We got us another hoof for this here spring cleanin’! Now missy, ya sit right here!” The two siblings on the couch snapped out of their daze at the shout and came to attention. Granny pointed to where Applejack currently resided, drawing another deeper blush from the unicorn.

“Granny! But ya can’t-” Applejack tried to take charge of the situation only to be stopped firmly by the determined old mare.

“Yesserie Ah can! Yer still too young tah try an’ tell yer old granny what tah do whippersnapper! You an’ yer brother go get all them boxes we’ve been meanin’ tah sort. Pickle pear, best come on over here too.” Granny Smith waved gently towards the filly who crept forward hesitantly with ears laid back.

Rarity watched with a brow raised as Applejack sighed and stood up. Not acknowledging the unicorn in front of her, she went upstairs with her older brother following close behind. Once they were out of the room, the unicorn walked over to her ‘assigned’ place, holding the blanket in place with a hoof.

“I don’t mean to be a bother Miss Smith, I was merely trying to help…” The unicorn tried to speak a decibel above ‘normal’ to be sure the elder could hear her properly.

“Don’t you worry none deary! Ah know what Ah’m doin’. An’ there’d be no need tah call me ‘Miss Smith’, ya can just call me Granny.” The pale-green earth pony waved merrily to the unicorn who blushed at the urging. “Now we needed tah get these here boxes all sorted, all sorts o’ things build up over th’ years. Ah need ya tah help sort out the junk intah new boxes. Same fer you half pint!” At the end of her assurances, Granny ruffled the small filly’s mane, drawing a small laugh from the two on either side of the elder.

Rarity smiled tightly at the request and glanced about for an empty box. Spotting one in the back corner, she levitated it over and placed it right in front of the three ponies. Just as she was finishing that task, a thunderous cantering came from above, signalling the return of the two oldest siblings.

Applejack and Big Mac both had two large boxes on their backs, though neither showed any strain from the weight. They went slower down the stairs, unwilling to have an accident. They sat their loads before the three waiting ponies and sat on the other side, ready to help where they could. As they opened the boxes, the family and guest got down to business, sorting and re-organizing the various things the family had gathered over the years. The only deterrent was the light green mare herself. Granny Smith constantly stopped their progress to talk about this memento or that scrapbook, even if they held potential embarrassment for any of the siblings sitting nearby.

“An’ this here is from ah family reunion back when little ‘Bloom was jus’ born. Applejack ain’t got her cutie mark yet, but that didn’t matter none tah sweet ol’ Valencia Orange or my dear Johnagold. There they are, helpin’ Big Mac with them apple fritters.” Granny Smith pointed at the picture of two older ponies standing next to a gangly Big Mac. They were smiling and waving to the photographer. “Little Applejack sure loved them fritters! They had tah keep ah constant watch for the little sneak!” The oldest mare used the hoof that was pointed at the picture to nudge the frozen mare across the way.

The action brought Rarity’s attention from the adorable picture of the blonde mare to the shell shocked present one. The paleness of the normally steady and sure farmer caused the unicorn’s teasing grin to evaporate, leaving behind a concerned frown. Reaching out with her own hoof, the tailor tried to gain Applejack’s attention. The others all watched sadly as they reflected on the two ponies in the picture.

“D-darlin’...?” Rarity’s call shook the blonde earth pony from her thoughts. Tugging her brown stetson down, the farm mare tried to keep her voice light.

“O-oh, Ah better get some more boxes, we’re near about done with this one. Ah’ll be right back…” Applejack stood up, without meeting anypony’s concerned gaze, and quickly made her way upstairs.

A weary sigh from her right pulled the unicorn’s attention briefly away from the retreating figure. Looking to the older mare, she noted how the rest of the family had grown even more depressed, though Apple Bloom’s was tinted with confusion and Big Mac with regret.

“Poor whippersnapper… Never came tah terms with losin’ them… None of us were th’ same after what happened…” The pale-green earth pony gently shut the scrapbook, patting the cover with a doleful smile.

Rarity stood up rapidly, threading her way around the stacks of boxes and shot up the stairs, taking no regard to the state of her mane or tail. In the living room, Granny Smith smiled tenderly at the pale-gray figure, nodding to herself before addressing the remaining siblings in the room.

“Ah sure hope someday y’all get somepony tah help ya like Applejack has. Maybe then yer’ll realize it ain’t yer fault.” The older mare pulled the tearful filly into her arms, patting her back while the lone stallion stared determinedly at the wall behind the two.

-NSSSL-

The light-gray mare paused at the top of the stairs, straining her ears, glancing up and down the hallway. She zeroed in on the ladder that was down on the far left, noting the small sounds of hitching breath. Slowing her frantic trotting to not scare away the target, Rarity went to the attic, searching the room as soon as she was high enough on the ladder. In the far corner was a huddled mass of orange and yellow, shivering even though the room was mildly heated. Biting at her lower lip once more, the unicorn slowly made her way closer.

“D-darlin’...?”

Applejack startled at the voice, her heart rate skyrocketing while her breath hitched once more. She shot upright and adjusted her hat, using the motion to try and hide a swipe to her eyes.

“Sorry, uh, sugar, was just… tryin’ to find the next box…” Her wobbling speech trailed away as she felt two forehooves wrap around her barrel. Going still, the farmer slumped slightly while the fashion designer rested her head against the arched neck.

“It’s alright darlin’... You needn’t hide or lie to me about anything… I won’t leave you because you are sad.” Rarity tried to keep her impulsive and hormone driven desires at bay, wanting this moment to be about reassuring the blonde mare instead of taking physical comfort for herself. “Would you care to talk about it…?”

Applejack shook her head slowly even as she raised a hoof to hold on to the pale-gray ones that encircled her.

“Ah- Ah can’t… Not yet at least…” When the farm pony felt the other mare stiffen behind her, hooves starting to tug away, she rapidly continued talking in a stronger voice. “It’s- It’s not because of ya! Ah’ll tell ya, Ah just... can’t… right now…”

Rarity relaxed once more, pressing more of her weight and heat against the orange mare. Her center was heated as she repeated the wording to herself internally, smiling shyly at the allowance to help. The fashion mare held onto her friend longer, willing to use the chance to take in more aspects of the strong earth pony. Lost in the smell and feel of the blonde under her hooves, Rarity didn’t realize that Applejack was doing the same with the unicorn’s scent and form.

The two mares stayed like that for another ten minutes, taking in the reassurances they offered one another. It was only when the farm mare heard the light pitched tones of her sister wondering where they were that she started to break away. Taking in a deep breath, she finished wiping at her eyes as she pulled from soft light-gray hooves. She rotated in place, smiling weakly at the designer who slowly placed her hooves against the ground.

“Thanks Rare… Guess Ah needed a good ol’ hug. Better get back down there, before everypony starts tah wonder where we went.” Applejack couldn’t meet the gentle sapphire orbs though she was able to catch sight of the agreeing nod. She gave the other mare a swift hug before heading towards the drop door.

Rarity stood stock still for a moment longer, breathing deeply as she mused on the feel of orange hooves around her shoulders. Remembering where she was, she twirled about, following the farmer with a pleased smirk. Together, they went back downstairs, finding that the others had already recovered and had started to dig back into the boxes.

When they heard the two mares cantering down, they glanced up with anxious faces only to break out in smiles when they noticed how Applejack had recovered. Big Mac relaxed in his seat while Apple Bloom perked up, waving energetically towards her sister. Granny Smith grinned smugly, waving towards the pair softly as well.

The two friends trotted closer to the three earth ponies that were sitting beside one another. Big Mac had moved from his original spot to sit next to his grandmother, leaving only the seats in front of the boxes for the two mares.

“There y’all are! We were wonderin’ where ya got off to, got lots to do after all. Come on over here, fancy dresses, Ah’ll show ya another bright idea’r of Applejack’s. Jus’ the other day she thought she had tah fight the Sass Squash by her lonesome.” The old earth pony chuckled, as she swiped at her granddaughter who sat across from her. Applejack blushed and tapped away the hoof.

“Granny, ya should know that her name is Rarity… An’ do ya have to tell her about that? It was only a couple days ago…”

Rarity smiled briefly to the orange farmer, appreciative that the older farmer know and say her name properly. Though her smile turned into a teasing one as she watched the mare beside her.

“Oh? Why am I not surprised she felt the need to do it by herself…?” After a second, the rest of the older mare’s comment sank in and the unicorn turned rapidly back to Granny Smith. “What’s a ‘Sass Squash’?”

Applejack exhaled gustily, dragging her hat down, though everypony could see the smile tugging at her mouth. As her grandmother continued her chatter, the blonde mare crossed both forehooves and playfully glared at her brother and sister who laughed the hardest at her expense. Rarity chuckled as well, though it resounded differently in the farm mare’s ears. The laughter was light and like bells, a sound Applejack was more than willing to listen to all night long. Though she hoped her family didn’t learn of this fact, lest the unicorn also catch wind of it.

Rarity continued to laugh, amused by the hijinx the apple of her eye got up to. Honestly Applejack, must you do everything single hoofedly? I simply can’t leave you alone can I…? Wait, what do I mean by that?! The unicorn had a moment of panic, eyes widening rapidly as she sat up straight once more. Her cheeks blazed as she also realized how she had subconsciously leaned towards the other mare during the story.

She checked nervously to see if anypony else noticed the faux-pas and for a second thought bright orange eyes shone with smugness. A second glance showed no sign of amusement as Granny Smith continued her tale, pointing to the family members as they reenacted the various scenes. Save for Applejack, who merely shook her head bemused.

“... Betcha they were surprised at what they found in the middle of their little trap. Me, dressed up jus’ like one of them Sass Squash! Heh ha ha ha hah…! They learned the same thin’ Ah did as ah filly, sometimes th’ best time with family is any time at all.” Granny finished her tale, smacking at her knee in merriment. As she trailed off, she turned her aging eyes to the windows, a bright glint in their depths. “Gosh, woulddya look at that! Time sure runs as fast as Winona from gettin’ ah bath! Why don’t ya stay the night missy?”

Both Rarity and Applejack glanced towards the front window, shock emanating from them at the darkness they found out there. Applejack grew even more anxious, thoughts going to a particular dragon who would be upset at how long the unicorn had visited. This short anxiety was nothing compared to the alarm caused by her heart’s desire and grandmother’s next few comments.

“O-oh, I really shouldn’t bother you all. There’s so many of you living together, there couldn’t possibly be any room for a quest.” Rarity tried to keep her voice neutral, even as her heart beat loudly in her throat. Her right hoof itched to twirl her mane but she managed to hold back the nervous habit.

“Nonsense! We’ve got plenty o’ room! Why, Ah bet you and Applejack could share. Didn’t she say you two had one of them sleepunders befor’? Should be right as rain fer ya.” Granny Smith waved her hoof assuringly before getting up to pat Big Mac on the shoulder. “Why don’t ya get these here boxes put away? We’ve done ah bunch of sortin’, should be just what the cleanin’ needed.”

Before anyone could move, Applejack stood up and reached out to the elder mare in protest.

“But Granny! There ain’t much room on mah bed! What if Rarity had somethin’ important waitin’ for her at her shop? We can’t just make her stay!” The blonde farmer floundered with her words, trying to find some way around the proposed arrangements without flat out refusing them.

The fashion designer flushed at the protest. Ears tipping backwards, she suddenly found her doubts and worries back, stronger than before. Shaking off the dejected haze her mind wanted to wallow in, she stood as well, trying to smile at the farm mare.

“Per-perhaps I should indeed head home then. Ha-have a nice evening everypony… Applejack…” Rarity tipped her head towards each, ending with the orange earth pony to her left. The sight of misty blue orbs sent Applejack into a spiral of self-doubt and distress.

“Sugarcube… W-wait…”

“Now that’s one o’ the silliest things Ah ever heard! An’ Ah helped raise these three from wee babes.” Granny’s firm tone broke through the rising apprehension. All eyes snapped back to the mare in the rocking chair who in turn frowned at the two ponies by the door. “Now Ah don’t want tah hear another word against ya stayin’ the night, from either of ya. Ya hear?”

None of the others argued. Applejack dipped her head to her grandmother before grabbing a pale-gray hoof and heading upstairs. Rarity’s cheeks took on a pink hue at the touch, and her mouth popped open in surprise.

“Darlin’...?”

“Come on Rare, ya don’t go arguin’ with Granny Smith ‘less ya have a good strong plan. We’ll… We’ll figure somethin’ out about, uh, sleepin’ arrangements…” Applejack didn’t glance back, afraid her own blush would give her thoughts away. She didn’t release the other mare’s hoof until they reached her bedroom, with the door shut behind them.

Rarity slowed to a stop in the center of the room, hoof shakily going up to her muzzle. Her eyes took in the bed while her mind shouted at her impulsive side.

You just had to go and get ‘inspired’ from being near her, didn’t you? But nooo, what’s not a little crush without stopping by and having her family demand you stay the night? I haven’t even had the time to properly react to this new… new… change of…. heart… Rarity pulled out of her internal musings when the orange mare sighed, resting her head against the doorframe.

“Sugarcube, Ah am sorry if it seemed like Ah didn’t want ya here. Ah just know how busy you can get an’ didn’t want tah cause you trouble.” Green eyes peeked out from where the orange forehead leaned against the wooden frame. “Tell ya what, we’ll wait up here until Granny heads off fer bed an’ then Ah’ll take the couch downstairs while ya take my bed.”

“What? But heaven forbid you sleep on some uncomfortable couch while I take your only bed!” Rarity leaned back, her ears twitching as her mind fought louder with images and ideas of how to ‘solve’ the sleeping arrangements. Fighting off the blush that threatened to give away her thoughts, the unicorn stepped forward, reaching a hoof out to reassure the other mare.

“Eeenope. Ah won’t hear a word against it.” Applejack stood up from her place against the door, usual smirk back in place. Her ears twitched as they picked up hoofsteps in the hallway. “Sounds like the others are headin’ for bed now. Won’t be long before yer able tah get yer ‘beauty sleep’.” Not that ya need any…

The red hue finally broke free of the unicorn’s control at the mild teasing. She twirled her mane as she pondered about a potential hidden meaning to the farm pony’s words. Sighing daintily, the fashion mare gave in, nodding briefly before turning to take in the room once more. It hadn’t changed much from when she visited the previous summer, except that warmer clothing hung on the nearby racks. When an orange form strode past her, she had to take a deep silent breath, heat spreading from the side closest to the earth pony.

“Now Ah know ya have yer long list of things tah do before headin’ off for bed, but Ah only have a manebrush and just one mirror that you can use.” Another teasing smirk was sent towards the prim unicorn. “Unless ya wanted tah take a shower too?”

Rarity huffed playfully, casting her mind about to even the score. Batting her eyelids, she swayed closer, dropping her head slightly to give herself a pouty appearance as she tried to tease back.

“Maybe if somepony were to join me…?” The unicorn smirked as her low, tender tone caused the other mare to stiffen. She watched with bemusement as Applejack studiously avoided meeting her eyes, trotting out of the room as fast as she could without drawing her family’s attention.

“Eeeeenope…!” Applejack’s quiet but stressed refusal was barely heard by the pale-gray mare. Though Rarity did manage to catch it before the toned orange body went downstairs.

Well, I never! Was my flir-uhm, joke, that bad…? Or… does she not care for me the same way I seem to for -... Muzzle scrunching once more in anxiety, she turned towards the mirror, trying to find if there was something on her that caused that particular reaction. Now now, this is NOT the place to think about our current woes Rarity. Why don’t we just head straight to bed? We’ll think about this in the morning. Or maybe sometime this week. Or in a few weeks….

The unicorn, forgoing her hour long process for a proper rest, slipped into the twin sized bed, barely disturbing the layers of blankets on top. Every time she shifted, the strong scent of the usual occupant arose, distracting her from any kind of slumber. The prissy mare began to toss and turn, trying to find someway to lay without her mind bringing mental images of an orange body using the same bed and covers.

Rarity soon gave up the endeavor. Grumbling to herself about how the fitful rest would ruin her visage, she tried to get a cup of water, hoping to clear her mind and nose for a moment. When she reached the stairs, her ears stiffened, focusing on a muted sound coming from the floor below. The prim mare glanced along the hallway, unsure if this was a normal thing, before slowly heading towards the living room. Once she reached the midway point, she crouched lower, trying to spot what was making the whimpering. The room was empty and dark, though a spot of orange stood out on the couch facing the stairs. Worry flashed through her heart, making the unicorn almost trip down the rest of the steps. Softly trotting up to the farm mare, she jostled her with a hoof.

“Darlin’...? Darlin’, you must wake up. Applejack…?” Rarity kept her voice low, even as it grew tense with unease. The pony below her turned on her side, away from the unicorn.

“Go away… please… Ain’t nothin’ wrong…” Applejack’s voice wavered. It was muffled from being under several blankets and a pillow, but the designer could still hear the sadness dripping off each word.

“No. You are coming with me up to your bed and we shall talk about it.” The pale-gray mare hardened her heart and pulled at the weak body. Sending a flicker of magic to the kitchen for two cups of water, she pulled the downcast farmer from her resting place and up the staircase.

Within moments, Rarity had the blonde mare sitting on her bed, removing her hat and the blankets she tried to hide behind. She lifted orange hooves to hold one of the cups she had while she grabbed her own, taking a tiny sip while waiting for Applejack to calm down. When it became obvious the stubborn earth pony wouldn’t speak nor allow her sorrow to show, the unicorn sighed and sat beside her, leaning against the shivering mare.

“Darlin’... If you don’t want to talk about it, I’d understand, but whatever is the matter? Surely not what I had said earlier…?” A single ear flicking back was the only sign that the question was more important than the light questioning tone suggested. Seeing how strongly Applejack shook her head in denial, Rarity was inclined to believe it and became dejected as the only other possibility came to mind.

“Would it have anything to do with your parents…?” The answer came readily to the unicorn as the orange farmer tried to pull away, eyes shut tight against tears. “Ooh, Applejack… It’s ok to be sad… I understand if you don’t wish to talk about them at this time, but I am not letting you out of my sight now!”

Applejack stopped pulling away, turning to gaze at the unicorn in watery confusion.

“You are staying here with me and you shall allow me to hold you tight.” Rarity’s eyes widened at the implications of that statement and tried to rush on, ignoring both of their blushes. “To protect me from this, uh, filthy house! So much dirt, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a monster of some kind, waiting to rush to my beautiful coiffure and absolutely ruin it!”

The dramatic mare began to warm up to her performance, throwing her right hoof to her forehead while her left one went around orange shoulders. Leaning towards the farmer who stared on wide eyed and nonplussed, Rarity peeked through scrunched eyes.

“Save me darlin’, won’t you?”

Applejack gave the posing mare a trembling smirk before sighing resignedly. Lifting her own hoof, she grabbed ahold of the other mare and pulled the two of them into the bed, not letting go even as they laid next to one another.

“What am Ah gonna do with ya Rares? Always havin’ tah save ya. You’d be ah goner without me around.” The stout earth mare couldn’t hold back her wavering voice, trailing off into a sniffle as she ducked towards the unicorn’s barrel and holding her close. The usually prissy mare sighed once more, drawing the tearful mare even closer and rubbing her back.

“Yes indeed, utterly doomed.” Utterly doomed in how I would not be able to last a full day knowing that you were not in the world someplace. I truly have fallen for this stubborn mare… What’s a lady to do…?

The two stayed in that position throughout the night. Rarity had magicked the multitudes of blankets to cover them while she continued to hold the earth pony close. They managed to fall asleep a little after midnight, with Applejack into a fitful rest and Rarity following soon after, though hers was little better. The next morning, Applejack didn’t speak about what happened the night before, getting up and leaving the prissy mare in her bedroom as she went about her morning business. Rarity took her cue from the bashful silence, starting to go about a shorter beautifying process with the limited supplies available.

After borrowing a brush to bring her mane into some semblance of order, the fashion mare quickly made her way downstairs, desperate to get home to her usual beauty products. A firm but kind command of the elder farmer stopped her from leaving, staying for a shared breakfast instead. It had been a while since she sampled Applejack’s cooking, but it held up to the memories she had. Eating rapidly but with good manners, Rarity tried to once again escape, only to be halted by another call from Granny Smith.

“Now, y’all come back any time, ya hear? Any friend of mah granddaughter is ah friend of the family and always welcomed!” The pale-green earth pony slowly trotted over to give the unicorn a brief but bone crushing hug. Surprised and slightly winded from the embrace, Rarity smiled as she tapped the older mare’s back.

“Err, yes, thank you. Perhaps I shall be back. Thank you for having me.” Letting go, the unicorn grabbed and began to layer on her clothing, smiling at the rest of the family as they exited the kitchen. As she picked up the various bits of her ensemble, it was to her pleasure to find similar colors on the farmers’ own clothing. “It was an interesting evening. Goodbye everypony.”

“Now wait ah second! Applejack, yer gonnah let yer friend walk all by herself back intah town? Why Ah’d shudder tah think what could happen tah her, yer’ve got to with her.” Granny Smith smirked at the orange mare who blushed with a frown.

“Granny!”

“No no Granny Smith, I’m sure there is an awful lot of work to still be done around this very large farm. I’ll be quite alright. Besides, I have to try to do some things on my own, can’t expect to be saved at all times…” The drama proned mare sighed, head tilted up as her eyes grew unfocused. “... Even if it is just so romantic…”

Putting her winter hat on with a flourish, Rarity was pleased to see her muttered words had caused a bright red hue to rest over cute freckles, while a stetson was pushed down to cover shocked green eyes. The unicorn snickered to herself as she left, heart light, as ideas flashed rapidly through her mind.

The trip back through town was just as fast as the trip out the day before. More snow had been moved out of the way, the paths now wider, but it was still early in the morning. The Apples, an old family of farmers, always awoke either before or with the sun. Yet another reason why the unicorn couldn’t wait to return to her abode. She might not be able to get more sleep, but she would be able to freshen up properly at least. She hardly paid the world around her any attention until after she entered her shop. Sitting squarely in the middle of her front table was a note, written by neat claws that had a lot of practice.

(Dear Rarity,

I’ve made lists of which designs were requested and all the supplies they need for each. On the other list is what supplies you do have. I went and made the piles in the middle of your workroom, with a note about which design each is for. I saw the mess in your inspiration room, but since it seemed like you were still working, I just straightened up as much as I could.

I left your key under the doormat, so nopony else could find it. I made sure to lock up tight when I left, since it seemed you wouldn’t be back for a long time. I did wait for you though!

If you need anything at all, please let me know, I’ll be happy to help in anyway I can!

Yours forever,

Spike The Dragon)

Setting down the note, the unicorn scrunched her muzzle as more guilt settled in her gut. She turned around, opening the front door with a flash of magic, as she retrieved the spare key. The entire time, her mind was in a tizzy, her conscious bringing back the image of the drake’s dejected form.

Oh dear, Spike worked so hard to help me and I ran off to become inspired once more… Though he has given me quite the hoof up, getting everything ready for the dresses ordered! Now I merely need to make the new designs and then it shall be nothing but creating for the next few days…! The fashion mare trotted up the stairs, keeping the note floating along beside her. Entering the inspiration room, she noticed the piles Spike wrote of. He had taken her multitudes of crumpled designs and flattened them out before setting them aside. There was a fresh stack of papers beside her desk, as well as refilled ink pots and new quills.

Hmmm, I should do something to thank him for his hard work... Perhaps we could go and fetch some more gems once Winter Wrap Up has come and gone?

Mind flickering between plans for the next few days and the latest fall fashions, the unicorn began to hash out ideas, each design dominated by the colors she had found in the Apple Family home. The small note was placed beside the workstation, destined to be forgotten until after the fashion designer finished her work in a flurry of activity. The entire time her heart and mind was filled with the memory of an apple scent and orange fur.

Author's Notes:

A couple of things. First off, thanks goes to both Gwg and Shutup868 for editing and reviewing this chapter. Hopefully there are a LOT less mistakes and this should be the start of even more improvement of each chapter.

Next thing is that this chapter happens a week and a half before chapter 11 of 'A New Kind of Party'. Rarity, after spring arrives, would try to gather gems with Spike. If you'd like to see how that goes, read the chapter I linked to in order to find out. We figured, to save on time and to get to the shipping a little faster, we wouldn't be posting another 'Spike fails at attracting Rarity's attention' chapter.

There is going to be another time of double posting for Simple Life, but not right now. The next one is going to be A New Kind of Party.

And lastly, you just gotta LOVE the earth ponies who are truly in touch with the world around them.

Comments, concerns, thoughts?

Chapter 18 - Relationships of all kinds

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Mid March, 1005 A.D. (After Discord)

“Applejack, darlin’, you didn’t have to invite me to brunch, lovely though it is.” Rarity tittered with a hoof daintily perched by her mouth.

She primly sat on the chair at the head of the table while Applejack took the opposing seat. The kitchen of the Apple Farm was pristine and the two mares were the sole occupants in the room.

“Oh... Are those sweet... carrot... pancakes I smell? Mmm, how divine.” The prissy unicorn smiled softly to the earth pony who was bathed in the honey glow of the midmorning light.

“Well, Ah gotta show how we ain’t just all about apples.” Applejack grinned back, adjusting the napkin that rested around her neck before reaching for the stack of pancakes. “Figured it was a good time tah show off old family recipes that had some different tastes.”

The two friends shared gentle smiles before setting to the meal before them. The unicorn lifted the metal pitcher in the middle of the table and lifted the lid. She took a sniff and her grin widened. She peered teasingly to the farmer.

“By the aroma, spiced warm apple cider.” Rarity watched a blush come over the other mare’s face at the mention of apples.

“Well shucks, it’s our best drink after all…” Applejack rubbed her hooves together before starting on her meal.

Rarity began to nibble at her own meal until the scent changed from apple and carrots to that of a darker kind. Musky and thick, it slowly invaded and overshadowed the rest of the meal’s smell.

“Ahh, and the aroma of … smoke…” The unicorn took another breath, her face slowly morphing into one of confusion as she sat up. “Smoke…?”

Applejack looked at her bewildered and opened her mouth to comment. Instead of the usual southern accent, a plume of condensed smoke spewed outwards. Rarity felt a spike of fright in her chest as the smell grew stronger. “Smoke?”

The farmhouse dissolved before her eyes as the unicorn turned to where the smell seemed to come from. Fear still clouding her mind, Rarity didn’t bother to try and discover why her eyes were still covered.

“Smoke!” Rarity tried to run towards the source but found her hind legs to be trapped by a strong but soft material. The mare wasted no time and pulled herself along the ground until she found the stairs at the end of the hallway. With no back legs to help her travels, she instead slid down the steps and crashed at the bottom. Finally remembering what covered her eyes, she lifted up the sleeping mask and stared at the kitchen.

“Rarity! You’ve ruined the surprise!” Sweetie Belle stomped her hoof in frustration as she shouted. “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed!”

Rarity sighed as her body lost the tension fear had instilled in her before gaining new stress in the form of the sibling annoyance. Tossing her sleeping mask and blanket aside, she stomped as lady-like as she could to her younger sister, preparing to scold her strongly for intruding into her home and making a mess.

Seconds before Rarity could start, another voice, its tone deeper than the mares’ but without being a deep sombre, called out in excitement. The designer’s head snapped to view her parents sitting at the table, chipper and pleased with the dark gray and black meal in front of them.

In a shocked state, Rarity tried to pay attention to what they spoke of and responded vaguely, her mind unsettled from her dream and the news that her sister was staying that particular week. She weakly asked for clarification about what had happened and why. Though after rediscovering Sweetie Belle’s inability to cook, Rarity’s mind took a backseat to being stunned.

Ohhh, how could I have forgotten that Sweetie Belle was staying THIS week… Honestly, what has been happening to me lately…? Rarity waved blandly as her parents’ taxi trotted off. Heading inside, the older unicorn took stock of the mess. I am just so distracted lately… The best way would be to start the day properly.

Barely glancing towards her sister, Rarity set about cleaning up the kitchen. She began to hum to herself as she worked. I wonder… if I could make that lovely brunch of Applejack’s…. Though it was in a dream, so I don’t know if it would actually come out as delicious as it smelled… But perhaps something a little easier to do.

Even with a few disruptions from her younger sister, the fashion designer was able to make a simple yet elegant breakfast for the duo. Until Sweetie Belle’s instability caused one of her usual clumsy moments. Rarity kept a tight control over her temper and set the apologetic filly to work helping to clean up.

Argh, already past noon. Most of the morning, gone! Of all the days they had to leave for their trip, this is the. Worst. Possible. Day! Sapphire’s latest design has to be finished by tomorrow morning and I have nothing designed for my fall line! Perhaps if I merely give Sweetie Belle simple tasks…

I take it back! I cannot give her anything to do that would not end in disaster! Rarity stomped her way out of the boutique with a heavy frown. She grit her teeth silently, unwilling to show such an unlady-like behavior even though her sister drove her to it. I’m concerned with leaving her alone but I simply don’t have anypony to watch her… And I cannot take her to the mountains. Those ruffians may have gotten better manners, but there’s just no way I could possibly take a little filly to see Diamond Dogs…

A heavily accented voice drifted through the crowds. Rarity snapped out of her thoughts and searched for the lilting sound. She looked past the light crowd and found her target pulling a cart with extra wood and tables. Applejack hummed to herself as she walked towards her family farm.

“We’re apples forever, apples together, we’re family, but so much mooore…” Applejack sang softly to herself. Though she stopped when she caught sight of the prim unicorn walking up with a slow smile growing on her face.

“Applejack, darlin’, what are you doing?” Rarity’s mood lightened as she questioned the earth pony. Applejack grinned back as she slowed down.

“Well, Ah was takin’ these extra supplies for our little competition we got going on down at Sweet Apple Acres.” The blonde mare waited for the oncoming scorn of competitions.

Hmmm, competitions? I wonder if she will be competing… Those strong, flexible muscles… Working their hardest to come in first place… I’m sure she would need some… cheering… I certainly wouldn’t mind watching from the crowds...

“Rares?” Sapphire blue orbs blinked in surprise at finding light green ones standing close by. Rarity took a tiny step back as she breathed deeply, finding herself distracted by the scent of apples and sweat.

“Oh, uhm, yes, a competition? What, uhm, what kind of events would there be?” Rarity batted at her mane as she tried to appear nonchalant. This failed as Applejack took a closer look at the light-gray unicorn in worry.

“Sugarcube, ya doin’ ok?”

“What? Of course darlin’. I just merely have to head out and gather some more baby blue sapphires for an order of mine.” Rarity frowned at the sudden reminder of her original task. Shaking her head loose from any remaining thoughts about strong orange flanks, she pasted on a soft grin and stood still.

“Oh, uh, alrighty then. Well, we’re havin’ a Sisterhooves Social, where sisters are supposed tah work together competin’ against the other pairs.” Applejack tipped her back as she tried to ignore a shiver of worry in her chest at the odd comments. “Did, uh, did ya need some help getting those gems?”

“Oh heavens no, I have the Diamond Dogs to help me as a matter of fact.” Rarity waved an assuring hoof, though her smile drooped at the growing anxiety in apple green eyes. “You needn’t worry darlin’, I assure you, I’ve been working with the Diamond Dogs ever since my first encounter with them. They’ve finally learned proper manners now as well.”

The two mares shared a laugh while remembering the first time they had ran into the Diamond Dogs and how easily Rarity took care of herself. With that reminder fresh in mind, the anxiety lessened in Applejack’s gaze.

“Well, if ya say so sugarcube. If ya do need help, ya know who to ask, right?” The farmer smirked before giving the prim mare a gentle nudge. “Have a nice day now, ya hear?”

Rarity blushed while her shoulder burned with a warmth that spread to her face from where they had made contact. She ran a hoof through her mane briefly as her eyes shifted away.

“Oh, uhm, yes, of course.” Rarity’s gaze took on a more sultry aspect. “If you do wish to come and rescue me, I’m sure we can work something out darlin’.”

Applejack stopped roughly as she looked to the unicorn. Seeing the warm gaze, she kept her mouth firmly shut and turned to leave with wide eyes. What an interesting face… Perhaps it was a touch too much? Rarity continued to watch the orange mare’s progress until the sound of the crowd brought her back to the rest of the world. She gave her head a brisk shake before trotting quickly towards the mountains to the east.

The route was well traveled and Rarity had no trouble with the now relaxing hike. In the several months she had been using the path the dainty unicorn no longer grew exhausted after the trip and could easily manage a bag of gems by herself. Though she’d invite either Spike or Applejack to help with larger loads.

Hmmm, I haven’t asked for help in a while. And I am running low on gems, I may need to request it soon… Applejack is so busy though, I’m sure there is a lot to do on the farm with spring time here…

The sound of gravel and dirt sliding down drew her attention back to the road. A tremor of fear ran through the unicorn before the scent of unwashed dog and dirt grew, causing her to relax with a frown. Ugh, they still haven’t washed properly… Oh well, the things we do for fashion!

“What does L-lady Rarity want now?” Rover, the middle sized dog of the group, growled from the center of the trio. The others flinched at the raised brow Rover’s tone got in response. “Errr, I mean, h-how could we help you today L-lady Rarity…?”

Rarity smiled at this improved question and tone of voice. She took a step closer and tried to reassure the three Diamond Dogs. “Thank you darlings, I do need some assistance today. I would gladly trade my usual gems for only baby blue sapphires instead. Do you happen to have a large amount I could take today?”

The dogs scowled at the request. They turned and formed a huddle as they spoke in gruff growling tones to one another. Every so often, one of the dogs would peek out at the unicorn and flinch before returning to the conversation. Just as Rarity began to frown at the prolonged talking, the trio of dogs turned back to the unicorn with neutral faces.

“O-of course we could find all these special sapphires, Miss Rarity.” Fido anxiously rubbed his paws together as they watched the prim mare’s face light back up.

“Yes, we can get these sapphires, but we want to make a new deal.” Rover stepped forward, trying to smile peacefully as he also rubbed his paws nervously. When he noticed the bewilderment and perturbed face of the dressmaker, he changed his tone to make it more ‘respected’. “Err, if we can, L-lady Rarity.”

“You don’t like how I would make new clothes and designs for you to become become fashionable?” Rarity held a hoof to her chest as though wounded. “You don’t like my work…?” Her tone shook as tears began to build in her eyes.

The trio of dogs desperately waved their paws while reassuring the unicorn of the quality of her work. Spot, the shortest of the trio, slapped his right paw over his face as he muttered to himself while his friends and brothers tried to talk with the now hysterical mare.

“I can see where that small unicorn got her ability to cry… Sheesh…”

Rarity paused mid-sob when this sentence reached her ears, even with the loud noises she had been making. Dropping her hoof from her eyes that continued to pour tears, she stared at Spot in surprise. The other dogs, when the noise suddenly dropped off, froze in place and watched the unicorn with wide eyes.

“What… did you… say…? What little unicorn?!” The alabaster unicorn took a shaky step towards the small dog.

“Oh, er, well, there was… a small unicorn with a pony with wings and pony with no wings who came… and got some gems…?” Spot hesitantly spoke, crouching lower as Rarity stood up straighter with shock in her eyes.

“My sister and her friends came here and took gems?! When did this happen?!?” The mare kept her voice low even as she fought the urge to shout. This controlled tone frightened the trio of dogs more than her tears.

“Errr, yes Miss Rarity. They came last summer time. But we were polite to them!” Fido hunched over, his height working against him as he tried to smile helpfully to the unicorn.

“Yes, we were very nice to them. But we can’t get gems for ourselves if all the ponies come and take our work.” Rover broke in, frowning briefly, as he tried to smooth over the situation.

“Hmm, I suppose I can understand. I suppose that we could change the deal considering…” Rarity tapped her chin while her tears slowed to a stop. “Perhaps we could reduce the times of trading…”

“Err, well, we don’t really need the suits…” Rover tried to keep his tone light while declining the clothing. The other Diamond Dogs nodded with his statement.

“Oh no no no, darlings! One must always stay up to date with the latest trends! Have no fear, I’m sure you will eventually find lovely dates and special someones.” Rarity smiled brightly as she sat down before the trio.

The dogs slumped in place as their faces dropped. Within seconds, they set out, trudging along to find the gems requested from the piles they had hidden all over. It wasn’t long before they had a large saddlebag full of the special sapphires. Rarity’s eyes lit up at the sight and she beamed towards the diggers.

“Thank you darlings! This should be just what I need.” With this happier note, the mare lifted the bag with magic and began her trip back towards town. “Ta-ta!”

The three dogs waved back until they were certain she was out of hearing. Feeling safer without her near, Rover dropped his pleasant pretense and frowned towards the others.

“Good. Maybe now we dig in peace.” The other two nodded with tired faces and all three jumped for the nearest tunnel, escaping the upper world and the crazy ponies that lived there.

Rarity, on the other hoof, was growing more annoyed with each step back to town. It had gotten closer to the middle of the day and the dirt had dried to the point of floating with the lightest of breezes. Much like the ones brought about by a pony trotting along the path back towards the small village. The prissy unicorn could practically feel each fleck of dirt land on her skin and stain her fur, causing her frown to deepen.

As she came within shouting distance of the town, Rarity noticed a distinct brown stetson on an orange mare, who was pacing across the road leading towards the mountains. The designer’s annoyed frown morphed into one of pension with every step. When she was at a lady-like distance to call out, Rarity raised a hoof while shouting politely.

“Darlin’? What are you doing here?”

Applejack stopped in her tracks and looked to the light-gray unicorn with a wide, relieved smile lighting up her face. Green eyes softened as a tender warmth entered them, making the alabaster muzzle grow pink.

“Well, Ah know ya can take care of yerself, but Ah still wanted tah make sure you got back ok.” The farm mare pressed down on her hat. Her eyes shifted away from the prim mare’s face while her orange face darkened with a blush. “Uhm, did ya need any help? Carryin’ that bag?”

Rarity paused, glancing back and forth between the bag and the earth pony. She pawed at her mane after a second with a tiny blush and grin.

“Thank you darlin’, but I have it. It’s not too heavy, merely the trip itself can be tiring at times.” The unicorn lost her smile as she thought about why she had to go to the mountains. “That and what has really been trying my patience is having Sweetie Belle over for the week.”

Applejack frowned, tipping her hat back once more. The sight of the confusion entering the green orbs prompted Rarity into explaining further while resuming her travels.

“Well, she is a little darling, but I have a lot of work to do and was unprepared for her staying the week.” Rarity’s gaze unfocused as she thought about all the things she had to change to account for the recent change. “She has been trying to help but it has meant I have more work to do on my own.”

Applejack scrunched her face in bemusement before chuckling. The light-hearted laughter attracted mesmerized blue eyes.

“Ya never change. Ya can’t change yer family, and Sweetie Belle just don’t know how tah help if you don’t tell her.” The apple farmer nudged the dressmaker with a blush. “Like how Ah wouldn’t know the first thin’ to help ya with yer dresses. Maybe if you show her how ya like things, she wouldn’t get on yer nerves as much. Well, ‘cept that you are family, so it’s bound tah happen sometimes.”

Rarity blushed before turning thoughtful.

“So, do you and your sister argue?”

“Well shucks, sure do! But we don’t let that stop us from bein’ the best family we can be. Why, no matter if we were fightin’ just minutes before, we’d take part in the Sisterhooves Social like a rodeo dog going for water after ah day of racin’!” Applejack smiled widely. The grin grew at the slightly confused gaze of sapphire orbs. “That’s what Ah was gettin’ them supplies for. The Sisterhooves Social.”

“I see…” Rarity’s gaze focused once more as she tried to understand. “So, this social, does it have any tea or special requirements?”

“Tea? Oh, like them fancy socials ya go to. Nah, it was jus’ a catchy name mah granny came up with.” Applejack waved a hoof with a chuckle. “We do all sorts of things. Like, eatin’ apple pies, tug o’ war, and of course, our big obstacle course.”

Rarity frowned at each mention of activities. Shaking her head at the world ‘obstacle course’, she lightly put a hoof to Applejack’s shoulder.

“Wait a moment darlin’... Obstacle course?”

“Eeyup! Starts as a race, gotta get a strong jump, jumping up over a big ol’ stack of boxes…”

It sounds as though it is truly a physical sport… A true lady like myself wouldn’t last more than a second in that event. But somepony like Applejack… I’m sure she’d do wonderfully. She is made for physical acts.... Like running at full speed, strong legs pounding against the ground… Or using her strong back muscles to help lift and move an extremely heavy bale of hay… Overpowering and leaving the other competitors in the dust…

“Rarity…?”

I’m sure she can use those well toned legs for many other things… Applebucking seems to be a great exercise for her… Hmmm, those fine curves… Still vaguely feminine and yet… She could put any stallion to shame…

“Rarity? Ya ok there partner?”

Hmm, maybe we could do something together. Perhaps some kind of partnership… I’d get to see her everyday… See her excel at everything she sets her hoof to… Those hooves that, while rough and dirty, can be very gentle at times…

“Rarity! Everything alright girl?”

Feeling a strong but gentle hoof on her shoulder, Rarity looked up and found herself mesmerized by concerned green apple orbs. Applejack furrowed her brow and shook the unicorn with hooves on each shoulder. She stepped closer as she tried to gain the designer’s attention.

“Rarity!”

The dressmaker shook her head and blinked slowly, coming back to the real world and finding herself adrift as her mind tried to adjust. When she found her shoulders captured and their muzzles close, she found herself debating.

Is this the time…? The time for what though… Is… this… what… I … want… ? No, wait. Perhaps not in the middle of town. With a mental sigh, Rarity pulled her head back with a heavy red hue on her face. Something that was soon copied on the other mare’s visage.

“Oh, uh, darlin’, I’m sorry. I suppose I was a little more tired than I thought.” The two mares stayed in that position for a few seconds longer before the earth pony let go and took a step backwards.

“It’s ok sugarcube, Ah was just gettin’ mighty worried that somethin’ was wrong.” Applejack turned away, tugging at her hat anxiously. “Uh, did ya want to take ah break?”

“No no darlin’, I’ll be just fine.” Rarity picked up her pace, trying to gauge how her companion was doing. Is she anxious because of how close we were? Or because… it … didn’t happen? “Uhm, so you were saying about the social?”

“Oh, well shucks Rare, we’ve actually just got to the Boutique. Ah guess this is where we gottah go different ways.” Applejack tipped her hat towards the mare briefly. “Ah’ll see ya later Rarity. You have fun with yer sis’, she’s the only one you got.”

Rarity’s face twitched into a scowl at the sudden farewell. She chewed her lip briefly as it felt as though it was missing something. Deciding to go with her instincts, she rushed forward and gave the earth pony a brief hug with one hoof around her neck. She pulled back rapidly as the red hues on both their faces darkened.

“Oh, well, yes. I suppose I may find the time to stop by later on, if I ever get things back on track. Ha-have a nice day darlin’...” Rarity waited right outside her door, watching the orange mare walk back home with the dark hue over her ears and muzzle.

That was rather sweet of Applejack, to check that I arrived back safely… I suppose she is right, I only have one sister. Perhaps she would improve with more lessons… It would take even more time away from everything else I must do… Oh well, perhaps it shall prove useful in the end.

“Sweetie Belle? I’m back!”

Happy?! She thought this would make me happy!?! Honestly! It’s as if we aren’t related at all! How could messing up my entire room by cleaning it make me happy! Rarity fumed as she began to pull apart the neat stacks of fabrics. She held a few of the colors against one another in hopes of remembering what her latest inspiration was. Now I can’t even remember what my theme was going to be! I know I’ve been doing more based on Applejack and my visit during the winter did give me plenty of ideas, but… Ahhh, now I can’t even picture a single thing! How can this be?!

While levitating an orange sheet, she compared it to a apple green piece, squinting at the colors.

Yes, something like this. Those strong, firm eyes… They seem to sparkle as they look out at the world… Or is it just when they find something pleasant to look upon? Why can’t I ever seem to look away until the absolute last moment? Just what brings me to stare at her with such unlady-like thoughts and… desires… Her hooves, gentle and yet firm… The eyes that hold such honest and yet mysterious opinions...

Rarity’s mind was full of orange hooves and bright sparkling green eyes, leaving no room for new ideas of dress and fashion designs. The two pieces of fabric that brought about the original distraction were still levitating before her eyes. Though they were much closer than they started.

How could I possibly feel this way towards such a pony…? Am I really…?

The sound of a door slamming open shocked the unicorn from her thoughts. Excited hooves on the stairwell made the two fabrics drop from the magical grasp. Rarity held a hoof to her chest as wild hope soared inside.

“Rarity!”

The shrill non-accented tone was a douse of cold water to the fashion designer. The gray hoof lowered from its hopeful place as the unicorn’s face drooped. She sighed and moved the two fabrics without looking at them.

Great. It’s just Sweetie Belle, back already and not even - blue searching eyes found the closest clock and rolled at the time presented - not even five minutes from when I asked to be left alone. What a surprise.

“Rarity! Rarity! Look what I found!” Sweetie Belle raced into the inspiration room, her words muffled slightly around the paper in her mouth.

“Sweetie Belle, what have I told you about talking with your mouth full?” Rarity didn’t glance towards her younger sister. Was I really contemplating and even hoping that it was Applejack? What was I hoping would happen? She tried to wait for the heavy red hue to dissipate from her face. The mare tried vainly to wipe her previous thoughts from her mind.

The small filly spat the paper out of her mouth and looked towards her sister with shining eyes. She jumped in place as excitement filled her tiny form.

“I found something we could do as sisters!”

Rarity scrunched her muzzle in disbelief. No longer feeling the burn on her face, though her body still felt rather warm, she turned to face her sister and examined the paper she had.

“And… your idea is…?” The older unicorn tried to keep her annoyance from her face while she questioned the filly. If nothing else, Applejack was right… I should try to appreciate having a sister…

“The Sisterhooves Social! It’s the best contest to prove how we’re the best sisters ever!” Sweetie Belle hopped closer to her older sibling before heading back to the doorway.

Oh my, isn’t that the contest that Applejack was talking about…? The one where she would be proudly showcasing her strength and resolve for an avid crowd of fans? No no, wait, do not think along those lines with your impressionable younger sister near!

“Isn’t it a great idea?!” The small unicorn grinned widely as she picked up and held the flier in her hoof.

“What a ridiculous idea!” Rarity thrust her nose into the air and turned away, trying to desperately keep her mind from thinking about how a certain farmer would look as she competed. “A contest at Sweet Apple Acres doesn’t sound very… clean…” Applejack is always messy… Always… she… I… There are times when she is clean, but surely a competition about racing would be dirty... So dirty...

“So, what? Now you’re back to hating messes?” Sweetie Belle chased after her sister who tried to avoid looking at any one thing.

Well, I’m sure there are some kinds of messes that are- perfectly fine to deal with… Rarity! Must you be so distracted!? If only Sweetie Belle didn’t keep on about it! Oh, this is not helping my concentration at all!

“Sweetie Belle! Watch your tone! I’m still your big sister.” Rarity closed her eyes as she fought both her inner mind and her sister at the same time. Really, I’m going to chastise my little sister about tone when MY tone when it comes to A-a-... a certain somepony is far from being very proper…? Well, what am I to do about it then? This surely cannot be good for anypony to have such… lewd… thoughts about another mare… Not when we are merely friends… Though if we were more than friends…

The older unicorn grew a pleased smile at the new direction of her thoughts as she paced about her room. The sound of a younger and shrill voice continuing the argument stopped her hooves from taking the mare too far from her troubles and into daydreams however.

“Right! And any sister who cares about her sister goes!”

She has a point… And I’d see Applejack’s wondrous feats of strength…. Hold on, that is not something an older and responsible sister should think about when her younger sister wants to compete together!

“Sweetie Belle! Honestly, playing silly little games in the dirt is… just uncouth…” I-I’m sure it works fine for Applejack but surely I-er we shouldn’t… “With or without a sister.”

“Well then, maybe-maybe I’ll try the Sisterhooves Social without a sister!”

Yes, maybe it could be something that Sweetie could do by herself… I could always go and cheer her on… Though if I begin to cheer for other ponies, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind… We could always do something afterwards-

“In fact, I think I’ll try the rest of my LIFE without a sister!”

Oh. She. Did. Not.

Rarity turned with a gasp as all of her distracting thoughts disappeared momentarily, her stubbornness coming out in spades.

“Oh, I’m the one ruining YOUR life?” Rarity pointed before waving to her room, her temper finally getting the better of her. “Have you looked around this place? I’m the one who would be better off with no sister!”

Soon the two siblings were headbutting only as siblings could, lips being chewed as they fought the urge to show their anger physically.

“Well, it looks we finally agree on something! Neither of us needs a sister!”

“Deal!”

“Deal! Goodbye, unsister!”

Sweetie Belle didn’t waste any time leaving the room, her tiny hooves barely making any sound as she stomped down the stairs. Rarity continued to bite her lip as she fought the need to scream.

I don’t care WHAT Applejack says! Perhaps they have a special family bond but my family is crazy! Honestly, I can’t believe her! Here I am, several days behind on my work all because of HER actions and she says that I’M the bad sister! The unicorn opened and shut various drawers roughly, venting her frustrations without damaging any of her things. I don’t understand why she would think I’d be interested in any way with playing in the dirt! I am not a rough uncultured mare…

Her movements slowed when an image of freckles set on an orange muzzle appeared before her eyes. Though there are some ponies… some mares… who are fine the way they are… Rarity slowly focused back on the fabrics in front of her, her mind waking up gradually.

“... Ideaaaa!” With an excited shout, the unicorn rushed forward and began to rapidly use her magic to make the new designs as the creativity flowed freely.

The streets were partially crowded as ponies enjoyed the sunshine and warmth after harsh and cold winter months. Their smiles froze and their hooves paused mid step when a blur of purple and light-gray passed them. There weren’t many ponies who had that particular colorization but they had never seen the prim unicorn in such a frazzled state of duress.

Every so often, one of the shocked ponies would be approached by the fashion designer. She would loudly and wildly ask if anypony had seen her younger sister.

How can nopony have seen her!? She’s a darling little filly with a rather nice mane, for something that she doesn’t actively care for, and probably in great distress. How could I ever have allowed this to happen?! Applejack would be so disappointed in me… Applejack! Surely she’d be able to help me!

Rarity paused in her run and took stock of her surroundings. Her eyes widened when she noticed how long she had been searching the town.

Evening!? Evening time?! How can this possibly be?! I cannot waste any more time, I must get to Applejack! The unicorn paused as she began to envision the earth pony but shook her head with a scowl. Now is not the time to be thinking about the mare.

Rarity took off once more towards the west, passing many surprised citizens of the town. By the time she arrived at the outskirts of the farm, it was well past sunset and the mare’s panic had gained full control of her mind. She dashed up to the farmhouse and knocked with more force than she normally would.

“Darlin’?! Applejack dear, are you in there?” Rarity shouted frantically. Her hoof stopped when an older and almost grouchy voice responded.

“Now who in th’ hay is makin’ all tha’ noise so late at night?” Granny Smith opened the door with a frown that lessened when she noticed who waited on the other side. “What are ya doin’ ya silly filly? My granddaughter ain’t here.”

Rarity sagged to her knees with an open mouth at this news. Shaking her head, she stood back up and stared imploringly towards the older mare. “Please Granny Smith, where has she gone? I absolutely need her help!”

The older earth pony smirked before nodding sagely with crossed hooves. She opened her eyes and pointed with her head towards the west orchard.

“Sure thin’ sweet pea. Applejack is havin’ one hootenanny of a campin’ time with Lil’ Bloom an’ one o’ her friends.” Granny Smith waved happily as Rarity turned around and took off for the forest. The unicorn gave a brief goodbye as she ran.

“Thank you Granny Smith!”

The designer didn’t pause to think of the dirt under her hooves, instead focusing on the sounds around her in an attempt to pinpoint the campers. When she found a light in the distance, the gray mare took a deep breath, trying to calm her beating heart that had picked up in excitement of seeing the blonde farmer.

Come now Rarity, this isn’t the time to be excited about seeing her… Though perhaps I should make sure my mane isn’t a complete mess. If I’m going to ask for assistance, I have better chances if I’m in peak form… The unicorn paused to reset her mane style before trotting up slowly towards the campfire. As her gaze swept over the ponies cooking marshmallows, her eyes focused in on a unicorn who had her back towards the older mare. Rarity gasped in delight of finding her sister with the greatest mare around and picked up her pace.

“Sweetie Belle! Oh, I have been galloping all over looking for you, I’m-” The tailor stopped talking suddenly as it was obvious that Sweetie Belle wasn’t nearly as happy to see her. Ooh, am I too late to fix this?

“Oh hello UN-sister, what are you doing here?” Sweetie Belle glared at the older unicorn before turning away once more. “Better be careful, you might get some dust on you.”

Well, ok, so maybe I have been a little too worried about dirt, but obviously Applejack has proven that a little dirt never hurt anypony… I merely wish it not to touch me as much as possible. Speaking of, perhaps being directly honest would be best at this time. It always seems to work for Applejack… Rarity took on a pleading expression as she lowered herself briefly to talk to the filly, a sad smile on her muzzle.

“Oh Sweetie Belle, I wanted to apologize. I am not better off without a sister.”

“I’m not better off without a sister either.” Sweetie Belle turned in place and frowned as she spoke.

Rarity’s heart lifted from it’s resting place against her stomach and shot up into her throat as hope soared. Maybe we can now be on the mend!

“Spending the day with Applejack and Apple Bloom made me realize that.”

“Oh-ho-ho-ho, Sweetie, you don’t happy I am to hear-”

“And that’s why I’m adopting Applejack as my biiig sister!”

“What?!”

“What?!?”

~-~-~

The fire crackled and popped in the newly found silence. The two fillies had left for the clubhouse to the far west leaving the older mares to talk. And it had truly been a lesson for the fashion mare. Not wanting to give in to despair of losing her sister, she wracked her mind for a possible solution with the orange farmer looking on. Inspiration struck like lightning, making the unicorn gasp and stand firm.

“I know what I need to do!” Rarity posed in front of the fire, hoof held up in the air. “I just hope it isn’t too late…” The unicorn stayed like that for a few more seconds before a light chuckling broke her concentration.

“Oh, an’ what would that be?” Applejack took a seat a few paces away from where the alabaster mare posed. Her eyes held the usual warmth as they watched the more dramatic mare break from her striking moment.

“Why, I must take part in the Sisterhooves Social and prove to Sweetie Belle that we are sisters! And that I can indeed get, erhm, ‘rough and tumble’.” Rarity’s voice took on an unsure edge as she laid out her masterplan. The resourceful farm mare would be the final say about whether it was too much of a half-baked plan to work or not.

“And how were ya plannin’ that? Ah ain’t seen ya ever take part in our little event before, yer not ready.” Applejack stood and trotted over. She placed a comforting hoof around the distressed mare. “Ah’d be willin’ to help ya practice. You know Ah’d help any way Ah can.”

Rarity smiled at the assurances. She leaned into the embrace with a satisfied hum, closing her eyes as the scents of fire, spring and apples flooded her nose. “I know you would darlin’... But... If I do try and enter the race, Sweetie Belle would never willingly race with me.” Watery sapphire orbs gazed pitifully towards the farmer as realization sank further into the unicorn’s mind.

Rarity felt the tiny shards of her heart fall back against her stomach as the image of Sweetie Belle walking further and further away floated before her mind’s eye. Applejack sighed and rolled her head playfully at the drama before nuzzling the top of the purple mane.

“You just leave that tah me. But ya’ll have to get a little dirty though…” The earth pony braced herself for the loud exasperation. She even slackened her grip on the other mare for the inevitable tug away.

“If that’s what I must do for my sister, then I shall get… dirty…” The fact that Rarity hadn’t pulled away wasn’t nearly as surprising as how the last word of her sentence was said with a heavy and low tone of voice. Applejack’s ears tipped forward before laying flat in uncertainty. She stayed where she was however, something the light-gray mare was pleased to note. Especially as her train of thought continued on to the next issue.

“Darlin’, she may not want to stay at my place… Not until this is resolved at least…” The unicorn sagged in place, ears tipped back in anxiety as she murmured this particular fact.

“Alright you, Ah’ll tell ya once more. Ah’ll take care of it. Sweetie Belle can stay over here until the Sisterhooves Social is done.” The blonde mare tightened her embrace once more. “Ah’ll get Apple Bloom tah keep her away from the farm when ya come over to practice, ok?”

Applejack kept her voice soft, even as firmness crept into it. Rarity could feel her spirit rise for a second time that day, and because of the same mare no less. She smiled widely and leaned heavily into the other mare.

This, this is why I love her. Soft, firm, kind but stern, always honest… I’m surprised so few are chasing after her… Blue eyes widened while the now red muzzle burrowed deeper into the orange barrel. I love Applejack… Oh Rarity, what have you gotten yourself into?

The two mares sat by the fire for a while longer. It was easy and very tempting to merely stay there, enjoying one another’s company, but they both had a lot to do in order to get ready for the next few days. When the fire was but embers, they stood, trying to find the right words to say goodnight with.

Rarity hesitated only for a moment, deciding to merely give the apple farmer a gentle hug and whispered ‘goodnight’. She wasted no time getting back home and throwing herself into the orders that had been on backlog. They had begun piling up since just before Winter Wrap Up a few days ago. She also tried to prepare and plan ahead for the next five days, taking into account the hours she would have to spend at Sweet Apple Acres for training.

The competition is five days away. And it is The One Thing I shant fail! My family ties depend on it! And I can’t let Applejack down, after all the help she’ll be giving me! Those bright eyes, watching over me as I run… Her voice loud and boisterous, cheering me on… Rarity! I may have accepted these new feelings, but now is NOT the time. Being with my sister is on the line!

The fashion designer made as many lists as she could and left the papers on her desk in the inspiration room. When she glanced towards the clock, she found to her chagrin that it was almost midnight. Flaring her forehooves, Rarity ran to her bed and flung the covers over herself. She giggled like a little school filly with both hooves covering her muzzle.

Perhaps it is for Sweetie Belle’s benefit, but that does not mean I should not enjoy our new found time together!

Hooves, unevenly paced and no longer in pristine condition, pounded against the hard packed earth. Heavy panting echoed through the open field.

A little further, Rarity, you’re doing marvelously!

A stack of crates loomed closer. With a false start, a set of gray hooves reached ever upwards only to jump down and pause once they landed.

There we go! No problem!

A curled, purple mane was brushed aside as the rushing mare ran into a hen house, shocking the residents.

Careful darling, careful!

With a prideful smirk, the alabaster unicorn lightly trotted over the finish line. She stood, slightly winded, before another mare who wasn’t nearly as pleased.

“What in the hay was that Rarity?” Applejack scowled at the tailor. “Ah thought you were gonna compete.”

“Of course darlin’! Why do you suppose I came here so early?” Rarity didn’t lose her smile as she brushed off the trace amount of dirt her run had collected.

“Rarity, that wasn’t racin’. That was a walk through the park.” The farmer waved towards the track with a neutral face. “S-sugarcube, if ya can’t get dirty or serious, then Ah can’t really help. Ya may need tah find some other way to make up with yer sis’...”

The pale-gray mare lost most of her prideful joy and frowned worriedly instead. “What? No, I can race, honest!”

“Then ya need tah stop worryin’ about gettin’ dirty!”

“I-I can, really! Watch!” Rarity took off from the starting line once more.

She flinched at the first obstacle, but daintily trotted over top nonetheless. Another stopping point was when she arrived at the apple throwing station. When the earth pony shouted to the unicorn, “Without yer magic!”, Rarity paused a second before trying to throw the fruits. Anxious about hurting her foreleg, the unicorn daintily pitched them towards the bucket ten paces away.

Applejack watched with an open mouth and disbelieving stare. After another few seconds, filled with pathetic cries of effort, the blonde farmer strode over with a firm frown in place.

“Rarity, what are ya doin’...?”

“But, but… I don’t want to throw out my leg before the big race…” Rarity pouted before it changed into a whimper at the deadpan she received.

“Ah thought you trusted me tah help ya.” When Applejack’s words got rapid nodding, she sighed and plopped down beside the other mare. “Then trust me when Ah say that you won’t get hurt. Now come on, Ah may have an idea how tha help ya…”

Together, the two mares lined back up at the start of the race course. Applejack searched the area for a second before rejoining the unicorn. Rarity stared inquisitively towards the farmer before looking back toward the front with uncertainty.

“Now remember sugarcube, yer not to use magic. Do ya promise?” Green eyes searched blue and found resolve.

“I promise darlin’...” Rarity whispered the promise, straining against the urge to lean closer to the other mare.

“Good. So now you’ll have tah catch me tah save this.” With a flair, the earth pony showed her recent acquisition. The wide brimmed sun hat hung from her mouth, though Applejack made sure to hold it carefullly and kept it from touching the ground.

“Wh-what are you doing…?” Rarity stood up from her ‘ready’ stance. She almost stepped closer to the other mare but froze when Applejack took a stronger bite on the hat.

When the unicorn went back into her position, Applejack smiled and loosened her grip. “If ya can’t keep up, Ah may have tah let go of this very fancy hat. Maybe right into the dirt or mud.”

“Noooooooo! Please darlin’, you mustn’t!” The fashion mare couldn’t hold back at this threat and bolted for the farmer. The orange pony chuckled lightly and took off as well, starting her gauntlet.

Together, the two mares started to run, though Applejack was in the lead since she was the most experienced with the situation. Rarity kept close on her tail however, desperately trying to reach her hat. Her horn lit up briefly before going out at a muffled reprimand.

“No mafiph!”

Rarity whimpered but increased her pace accordingly. When they came to the stacks of hay, each mare pushed their own bundle, though Applejack was still in the lead. When they arrived at the grape section, the earth pony leaped into the tub and started to crush the fruits, though she made sure the hat stayed away from the staining juices. Rarity gave a strangled cry of fright. She quickly nosed open the nozzle and breathed a sigh of relief when the juices escaped, lessening the amount left that could ruin the accessory.

“Nphoff ba. But doun slouf doufn.”

The unicorn glanced up in confusion at the muffled shout only to growl to herself when the agile earth pony leaped down and away from that station. Applejack didn’t bother heading into the hen house and easily jumped over the last obstacle. Clearing it with plenty of room, she finished and checked on the mare following her only to be tackled to the ground, belly side up. The pale yellow hat floated down from where it was thrown by accident, though neither mare noticed as they stared into one another’s eyes. Rarity pressed her nose against the farmer’s and squinted her eyes threateningly.

“Darlin’. Don’t ever mess with a lady’s accessories.” Her tone grew lower after delivering the threat, the glare melting into one of heat and almost playfulness. “You wouldn’t want to make me angry…”

Applejack couldn’t move. Her mouth had dropped open and she stared up to the unicorn with dumbfounded expression.

Hmm, that one was definitely too much… Oooh, I wonder… what she tastes like… Maybe I can…? Well, I better not do that until I decide exactly what I am going to do about this. And I still must work to get my sister back.

“Su-sugarcube…”

Rarity blinked back into focus and looked back towards the earth pony.

“Ah-Ah was jus’ tryin’ tah get ya…. erhm… dirty…” Applejack’s voice was soft. Her eyes looked off to the side as a heavy red blush covered her muzzle.

Rarity raised a curious brow at this before standing up properly and checking her coat and mane. She frowned at what she found. Her coat, especially her hooves, were caked in mud and lines of sweat ran down her sides. Her mane was frayed and equally as dirty. The fashion mare sighed and swatted away a perspiration filled lock from the side of her face.

“Oh, well, I suppose you have indeed made me very ‘dirty’.” Rarity carefully stepped over the stunned mare below her. As she began walking away, she glanced back and batted her eyes. “I suppose there isn’t anything to stop me now… Care to find how fast I am now darlin’?”

“Uh- Eeyup!” Applejack quickly got up once more, barely giving the discarded hat a glance, and took her place in the middle of the race course once more. “A-are ya ready?! Get set! Goooo!”

The sound of two sets of hooves striking the ground resounded in the open field. They turned in perfect alignment, slowing only for a second as they climbed the stack of boxes. When they rushed up to the hay bales, both mares worked together to push and paused briefly at the pie eating table.

Applejack glanced to the unicorn beside her as they continued their run.

“Remember sugarcube, yer’ll need tah eat in one go; no manners, no napkins, an’ no waitin’.”

Rarity saved her breath and merely nodded at the sentence.

Together, they sped through the rest of the obstacles, Applejack taking the place of Sweetie Belle for when Rarity would race the next day. Both mares were covered in mud, with a small spell to keep it in place. Just before they entered the hen house, the farmer felt the need to shout one last reminder.

“Remember, no magic an’ work together!”

Rarity blushed at how closely they would be working together and nodded with a determined smile. They wasted no time getting into the small house and carefully removed one of the eggs laying under the nearest chicken. With mud covering every inch of fur, neither mare could see the raging fire on the other’s cheek.

Once the egg was placed into the basket outside, they continued their run, keeping even with one another. Passing the finish line, the spell automatically expired and the now loose mud began to slide off the mares. Applejack gave herself a hearty shake, smiling warmly to the unicorn who started to magic the dirt away.

“That should do ya just fine Rare. Ah think yer ready for tomorrow. Do ya feel ready?”

Since Rarity had closed her eyes to keep the moving mud from getting into them, she hadn’t noticed how sparkling green orbs rested briefly on the trim gray body. Though she managed to get an eyeful when Applejack gazed towards the barn.

“I feel more than ready… Though I still don’t know if your plan will work.” The unicorn smirked at the playful exasperation the other mare expressed.

“Honestly Rarity, ya gotta trust that Ah know what Ah’m doin’. She’ll race with me instead of Apple Bloom and then we’ll do the ol’ switcheroo.” Applejack stepped closer to the still impressively filthy tailor and patted her on her back. “Ya just have to get here real early and sneak into that there mud hole. And don’t forget that holdin’ mud spell ya have now.”

“Yes darlin’, I know my part and I’m sure I will perform admirably.” Rarity leaned into the encouraging limb and nuzzled the dirty orange cheek. Her eyes shot open when a sudden weight was placed on top of her head. “Wha-?”

“Hmm, eeyup. Ya’ll need something tah hide that horn of yours. Mah hat’s gone through a lot, so Ah want ya not to lose or try and ‘improve’ it, alright?” Applejack smirked briefly at the bewildered gaze before her eyes grew troubled and turned westward. “It was given to me by somepony real special… Please don’t lose it Rares…”

Rarity’s gaze flicked to the ground, shifting back and forth as she rapidly pondered the words softly stated. What does she mean, a special pony? A-a previous romantic interest? Some cowpony who was more her ‘type’? Now now Rarity, she could have also meant family… Yes, family, whom she gazes sadly into the west for and seems to have a hole in her heart and- wait, is she sad?! I must help her!

The unicorn looked back at the other mare and found the sadness she sensed before coming to the forefront of the green orbs. The designer checked for anypony else who could help before focusing on the hat on her head. With a tiny grin, she levitated the object and replaced it on the blonde mane.

“Well darlin’, I do believe that this does complete your ensemble, and you just don’t seem yourself without it. Besides, you’ll need this until we switch, would you not?” Rarity watched the dejected face slowly cheer up. “Though I will take absolute care of it for when I am am to wear it, to my great honor and pleasure… Thank you darlin’. Thank you for everything.”

Both mares wore blushes because of this earnest thanks and sat next to one another for a while longer. They then stood up silently and went their separate ways, each feeling the need to get away before they did something that could change their friendship forever.

That night, both had dreams of possibilities. Possibilities they found were almost too good to be true, and not worth risking what friendship they did have currently. When Rarity awoke the next morning, she pushed the images away, not willing to let them ruin her chances of fixing her relationship with Sweetie Belle. She made sure to not eat breakfast the next morning in preparation of the pie portion of her race as well.

Ooooh, I’m so nervous… But I must trust in Applejack. In her and her plan. I must, I must!

I must be crazy! Rarity paused from her dramatic hoof to head swoon. Ears twitched as they picked up happy whistling coming from downstairs, though the closed door prevented most of the sound. Pleased to note that her sister hadn’t come upstairs yet, the prim unicorn continued to berate herself.

“How could I have fallen for that-that brutish farmer? Surely, I have other things to worry about!” Rarity went back to pacing her room, face downcast, as she whispered furiously. “Yes, she was a key factor in making up with Sweetie Belle, but-but… She is so-so rough and an utter tomcolt.”

She levitated a piece of green fabric and wrapped it around a nearby ponnequin’s form. Squinting at the color, she then picked up an orange vest to go along with it.

“No sense in fashion. No desire or aspiration to be more than a simple… plain… honest…. hardworking… farmer…” With each word, the unicorn found herself drawn to imaginary green eyes that sparkled back with laughter.

“Certainly not something a pony of my focus would want… And yet…” Rarity leaned up against the dummy and sighed. She looked up with a fluttering of her long lashes.

“And yet I can’t help but hold on to her every word. Her every action. Her every move… Her every meaning.”

The unicorn stood once more, her imagination on full tilt, and grabbed ‘Applejack’s’ face in her hooves.

“Oh, Applejack, oh Applejack…. Could you ever grow to care for me, to fall in love with me, as I do for you…?” Rarity shifted her hooves further down the ponnequin and twirled around with it. She tipped it back and leaned even closer, a pleased smile growing on her face.

“But what if you do…? What if you do care for me as I now care for you? What romantic gestures would you try?” The mare continued her dance around the room, hooves securely gripping the dummy. “Even though you are a mare yourself, you sometimes lack knowledge of the most female things. You could be so rough, almost like a stallion…”

Rarity stopped, setting down the form as her daydream slowed, the mare in her mind growing a blush at the warm grin she was faced with.

“And yet… And yet, you have such delicate moments. Those times, when you suddenly show just how feminine you can be. Such a balance, but you keep it simple.” The unicorn slowly made her way closer to the dressed dummy. Hoof outstretched, she came ever closer, her muzzle aiming for the other, fake one. “A thing I am now coming to adore and… even love…”

“Rarity? What do you mean?” A shrill and curious voice called out from the doorway, ending the mental image of the farmland and one of it’s workers. “... Who do you love?”

The older mare swirled with wide eyes, shock running across her face, though she froze up entirely when her gaze confirmed that it was indeed her younger sister standing at the doorway. Sweetie Belle stood in the open archway with her mouth wide. By her hooves was a couple of ribbons and a comb.

“S-sweetie Belle! H-how long were you standing there?” Rarity pawed at her mane with a nervous titter. The young filly bit her lip anxiously and scuffed her hoof along the ground.

“Uhmmm, you… you won’t get mad?” Sweetie Belle whispered, inching backwards with a frown.

“I shall try not to be, but one shouldn’t be eavesdropping on others.” The fashion mare trotted forward. She rested a hoof on the thin shoulder. “Please tell me what you heard.”

“Oh. Ok. Well, I only heard you from… uhm...” Sweetie Belle tapped a hoof to her chin as she thought. “...’A thing I am now coming to adore and even love’.”

Rarity winced and looked aside. Her hoof stayed in place though, even when Sweetie Belle continued to talk.

“Are… are you in love with somepony?”

Curious green eyes stared up at the older mare. Their interest, innocent and naive, caused the older sibling to flinch and start pulling away.

“I am not in love with anypony. You just misheard me.” Rarity turned away and levitated the dropped ribbons. “I guess you wanted to do each other’s mane. I have been meaning to experiment…”

Sweetie Belle pouted as she followed her sister into the room. “But you said that you were in love with somepony.”

“I did not.”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“You did too!” The young girl trotted around to stand defiantly in front of her older sister. “I bet you feel really warm inside whenever they are nearby.”

Rarity stopped, staring at the filly who looked off towards the side with furrowed brows.

“I bet, when they are next to you, you want to always give them a hug. And make sure they are smiling.” Sweetie Belle plopped down facing towards the left wall. The fashion designer walked to the girl and bent closer to inspect the youth.

“What… do you mean…?”

“And when they feel really sad, you do too. You want to help them, but they probably don’t want your help… And then you wonder if they care about you like you do for them…” Sweetie Belle glanced to the mare with a dejected smile. “Do you know what I mean?”

Rarity sat down and placed a timid hoof on the girl’s back. She bit her lip as her mind raced with questions. What does this mean? Has she… no, certainly not!

“Darling…? Did, uhm, would you like to talk?” Have our parents had the appropriate talk with her?

“Would YOU want to talk about who YOU love?” Sweetie Belle began to frown while pointing a hoof to her sister.

“Well, I, I mean, I am NOT in love with anypony.” Oh who am I fooling?

“Really?” Rarity couldn’t meet Sweetie Belle’s deadpan for long. The young unicorn twirled her eyes as she mulishly responded. “Well, I am NOT in love with anypony either.”

Rarity frowned as her gaze flicked around the room, trying desperately to find a way to gain the information. She bit her lip as an uncertain idea came to mind.

“Well, even if I’m not in love, maybe I can give you advice?” The tailor anxiously tapped her hooves together, though she made sure to keep her voice light.

“Oh. Like, uhm, what kind of advice?” Sweetie Belle looked to the mare with wide, unsure eyes.

“Well, did, uhm, have mom and dad talked to you about being in love? Or, uhm, about dating others?” Rarity whimpered mentally as she braced herself for bad news.

“Well, uh, they said that when two ponies or two beings love each other very very much, they’d give one another a great big hug. Then they’d have a baby arrive at the hospital.” Sweetie Belle recited with a confused stare to her sister. When Rarity facehoofed, the filly’s brows drew together with bewilderment.

“That’s… That’s not quite it. But, uhm, I can tell you more about that later. Uhm, for right now, how about the gender. For example, SOME ponies may find they like the same gender. Like, two mares liking one another.” The fashion designer blushed as she thought about her own mare of her heart.

“Oh. Is that… normal?” The timid and uncertain question drew the older pony’s attention.

“Yes. Some old fashioned beings may say that liking the same gender is not normal, but some merely cannot help who they like.”

“Well, I may not be in love with another filly.”

Rarity blinked for a moment before rubbing at her foreleg with her right hoof. What do I do, what do I do, what do I do…?

“... What, uhm, what are you going to do about the one you love?” Sweetie Belle grew anxious when she saw how nervous her sister was.

“Me? I, uh, I am not doing anything. There isn’t anything to do. I am not dating and will not be dating anytime soon.” Rarity twirled her mane and stood up. “If you want to have some suggestions however, I’d be more than willing to help.” She tried to smile winningly to the filly. It dropped away at the frustrated frown she found on her younger sister.

“Well, I’m not doing anything either.”

The fashionista’s brow twitched for a second. Recovering, she put on another hopeful grin, sliding closer to the filly.

“Are you sure darling? I could help with any questions, or if you want to talk about a potential special somepony…” Rarity tried to stay next to her sister but Sweetie kept moving further and further back, a deepening scowl on her face.

“Oh yeah? Well, if YOU need help, would you ask me?” A tiny gray hoof poked at the larger light-gray barrel. “Would you tell me about YOUR special somepony?”

Rarity froze, her back and neck stiff, as her mind stuttered incoherently.

“That’s what I thought.”

The young filly turned around and left the room. Rarity frowned at the silent child and was about to follow when she heard the door shut on the first floor. Her mouth dropped open at the rude exit and she rapidly turned about, gazing down at the street to watch for her sister. When the girl was about to leave her sight, Rarity dashed down the stairs with a frantic gleam in her eyes. Pulling open the door with a pinch of magic, she found a shy farmer waiting with stetson in hoof on the other side. The light-gray mare pulled up sharply with a heavy blush.

“A-a-applejack!? Why, uh, darlin’! What can I help you with today?”

The farmer smiled hesitantly as well. She reset the hat and kept her grin, though a blush started to grow as well.

“Well, Ah wanted tah check with ya. You an’ yer sister ran off pretty quick the other day.” Applejack shifted minutely. “Everythin' goin' ok? Ah just, well, Ah wanted to visit...”

Rarity grinned as she leaned towards the door frame. A warmth spread from her core to her face as she stared at the orange mare. As she was about to reply, the unicorn noticed her sister was turning a corner and frowned in thought. She explained herself with a hushed and excited voice.

“Well, I was finally making up to my sister when I found she might be interested in somepony.” Seeing the blank gaze, the dramatic mare continued with a blander tone. “Like a special somepony.”

“Oh.” Applejack turned around and eyed the young filly who had reached the other Crusaders and was giving them each a tight embrace. “Are ya sure? And why'd that be a problem?”

“I am... Or at least, I was. I was going to follow her and see if I could pick up on whom it may be.” Rarity began to try and brush past the earth pony, her mind and gaze back on her younger sibling. “Please darlin', let me pass.”

Applejack held a hoof to the other mare and shook her head. Spreading both hooves, she started to block the pathway.

“Ah don't think ya should worry.”

“Darlin', what if this was about Apple Bloom?” Rarity stared deeply into green orbs and tried to keep track of her train of thought.

“Well, Apple Bloom wouldn't be considerin’ of that kind of thin'.” Applejack started to push the frantic unicorn. “She won't be thinkin' about dating at least for another ten years.”

“So why is me worrying about my little sister any different than you worrying about your little sister?” Rarity stomped her hoof even as she allowed herself to be forcefully returned into the shop.

“Because Ah don't try an' stalk mah sister to find out every little bit. If she don’t want tah tell ya, then yer goin’ to have to wait.” Applejack shook her head and continued pushing the unicorn inwards. “Also, because she won’t be datin’ anypony till she’s older.”

“How in the world would you stop that?” The dressmaker exclaimed. Her body slowly untensed however, as warmth from the earth pony passed through the hooves touching her sides.

“Simple sugarcube. Ah can tell ya all about it. How about over tea…?”

Rarity barely suppressed a titter of laughter as she allowed herself to be pushed away from the door. She gave her mane a quick flick to straighten out any stray strands and smirked towards the farmer who took a seat at her kitchen table.

“I suppose if you insist darlin’...” I will just have to find out later. Right now, time to spend time with the mare who stole my heart without my notice. The magical pony set the teapot with a thought and flash of magic. While the tea cup set floated out from the nearby cabinet, she sat across from the blonde farmer and gave her a bright grin.

Chapter 19 - Trying to compete

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End of March, 1005 A.D.

A wooden brush floated down in a light blue aurora. The purple curtain was pulled into place behind a sturdy orange earth pony with a high pitched screech.

“Darlin’, I can’t thank you enough for stopping by.” There was a pause before a camera flashed, over brightening the area for a second. “I know you’ve been practicing for the big competition in Canterlot, but it means so much to me that you are willing to help with my Winter Worker line.”

“Shucks Rare, it ain’t a problem.” Applejack tried not to fidget at the bright focused blue gaze as she stood on a small stage. “Yer branchin’ out to ponies of the workin’ kind. Least Ah could do is test ‘em out for ya.”

A bright smile was the sole response. Both mares wore a dull red over their muzzles while heat blossomed in their barrels. A flash of light from the camera still held aloft brought the two back from their shared trip in oceans of blue and green respectively. Rarity turned around, using the motion to hide biting her lower lip, and began to magically bring over the cold weather gear.

Applejack shook her head at having slipped up. She couldn’t stop her gaze and mind from focusing on the unicorn, and didn’t want to. It was going to be a long week away from Ponyville and from its residential fashionista. It would be nice to easily remember the distinctive mare, not that this was normally a hard chore to begin with.

When the clothing arrived, lined up to the left of the tailor, Rarity floated the first of many outfits to the earth pony patiently waiting. She used this chance to adjust the jacket by hoof, enjoying her last chance before the competing mare left town. The farmer had stopped by every other day, welcoming visits, and the designer was going to be hard pressed to get by during the week long trip.

It’s not as though you’ve said anything to her, you foolish mare. I could have, but no, I simply can’t risk our friendship… She did decline that we were dating before… Though it was after I had denied it. Rarity continued to bite her lip in thought, her mind scolding her for the many missed opportunities. Applejack caught sight of this concentration and shifted with a pensive frown.

“Rarity? Ya ok there? Somethin’… Somethin’ not fittin’ right?” The southern drawl pulled the fashionista from her musing into green seas.

“Oh, no, everything is ok. I was merely thinking how you have to leave and for so long…!” Rarity paused with a gasp, eyes wide, at the almost whine. Oh Rarity, what an unlady-like slip up!

Applejack flinched at the mildly hurt tone. She waited a moment to see if the dramatic mare would continue. Finding only a red blush over grey muzzle, she sighed lightly and put on a brave front.

“Don’t ya worry none, Ah’ll be back before ya know it. Missed my chance last year, but Ah’ll make up for it this time.” The apple farmer paused. She checked on the other mare and found she had her attention. Applejack lifted her right foreleg and flexed it. “Ah’ll show ya how strong Ah am.”

Rarity sighed at the mention of strength. She shook her head as she took a few pictures and notes about the jacket’s fit and movement. “Darlin’, you don’t need to compete to show off your strength. However,” a grey hoof was raised to stall any comment. “I understand how you like to compete. Maybe not like my fashion shows, but understandable.”

The grey unicorn magically pulled off the jacket and pulled over the next design. The orange farmer frowned in thought and watched the designer look between two other clothes. Maybe… If Ah get enough blue ribbons, Ah could show off how good Ah am tah help my chances of impressin’ Rarity… Should Ah say somethin’? Maybe a little, mysterious-like. Applejack cleared her throat, eyes looking skyward.

“H-Hey Rarity? If Ah win most of my events, Ah would like to talk to ya…”

Quill and notebook froze mid-air, blue hue never leaving despite the full attention Rarity now gave the farmer. “Talk, darlin’? Why would it have to wait for us to talk?”

“Well, Ah, uh,” green eyes flew around the room, looking for a reasonable excuse. “We are workin’ on yer designs, ain’t we? Can’t really talk like Ah was hopin’.”

Applejack adjusted her hat with a smirk at her cleverness. The smile dropped away at the sudden lack of warmth beside her. She looked to her right and found Rarity had stepped three paces back, her previously playful gaze replaced with an uncertain frown.

“Darling, you think I don’t talk with anypony while I work on fittings? That is one of the best ways to get to know the customer.” A white hoof stomped daintily on the purple carpet. “And one of the few ways I get to see and talk with friends while I work. But if you think you can’t talk to me, then so be it.”

Rarity stuck her nose into the air, eyes much cooler, while she used only magic to make adjustments to the clothes. Mentally, in a private secluded part of her mind, she seethed. So, we can’t even talk freely with one another huh? Fine. I suppose it is a lost cause for me to ever like that stubborn hard-headed mare!

“Rarity…”

The soft pleading tone caused a single blue eye to peep open.

“Rarity, Ah only meant that considerin’ what Ah’d want to talk about Ah know you’d want a better settin’ than in the middle of yer work.” Applejack took off her hat and held it to her chest. “Ah didn’t mean to upset ya…”

The quiet and soothing tones cooled the burn of hurt in the fashionista’s heart. With a half-smile and wave of her hoof, Rarity stepped closer to the apple of her eye. “I understand darlin’. Please be safe while you’re gone, you’ve stirred my curiosity with such vague talk.”

Two pairs of eyelashes fluttered, adding extra depth to the request. Applejack couldn’t help her heart rate freezing before beating wildly, her cheeks flushing to the point of burning. The longer the two stared at the other, the warmer it felt in the lobby. The atmosphere was strong enough that the orange earth pony couldn’t speak louder than a whisper.

“Ya can bet yer best hat Ah’ll be back, safe an’ sound.”

“I’ll believe that when you are home ‘safe and sound’. We’ll talk about that hat and… other things… then.” Rarity also couldn’t raise her voice louder than a lady-like murmur. Her own muzzle started to fill in red and she too felt the temperature raise. “O-oh, uhm, it seems to have gotten a little warm in here. Is the clothing too warm darlin’?”

Applejack leaned back and used her hat to fan herself before placing it back on her head. “A mite. But these are for th’ winter, so they are supposed tah, ain’t they?”

Rarity smiled at the comment and stepped back, using her magic to cool the room around them. Her gaze roamed while trying to not focus on locks of gold tucked beneath the old stetson. The clock, set far in the back, announced how late it was starting to become in the day.

“Oh, uhm, time waits for no pony. We better pick up the pace if we want to finish the rest of the line while giving you time to be sure you have everything packed.” The alabaster unicorn floated over another set of winter work clothes.

The earth mare nodded. She reset her pose and focused her gaze on the far wall. The designer used both hooves and magic to settle the clothes. Every few minutes, she’d have to reset the chilling spells, as the close proximity caused both parties to heat up rapidly.

When every piece was tested and notes taken on their performance, Rarity escorted Applejack to the front door with reluctance.

“And you’re sure you can’t stay for an early supper?”

“No can do Rarity, Ah gotta head back and have my last meal with my family before Ah go or Ah’ll never hear the end of it.” The earth pony shook her head with a smile, trying to take out the sting of her words. She paused mid-shake however when the unicorn looked up from under her long eyelashes with a pouting frown.

“Oh? And what if you never hear the end of it from little ol’ me?” Still pouting, Rarity drew closer and rested a hoof on a strong orange shoulder. “Hmmm…?”

At the soft touch, Applejack flushed for the thousandth time that day and gulped quietly. “Well, if ya want, we could have ah… a nice little meal when Ah get back…” Once more the air around them caused the duo to lower their voices subconsciously, eyes glued to one another.

“I would like that darlin’. It’s a d- a promise then.” Wonderfully done Rarity, you played it smooth only to trip right at the end!

The apple seller smiled once more, reaching up with the other hoof that wasn’t restrained by gentle hold and tipped her hat. The two mares moved at the same time, one letting her leg fall back to the ground while the other started for home. Rarity didn’t move from inside the doorway, watching the smooth and solid steps of the farmer as she walked away, the fashionista’s mind blank.

A crash sounded out from the side of the street. The unicorn shook awake and put a concerned hoof to her mouth. A wagon holding a table and chairs had tipped over, and Applejack was quickly there to help them. Rarity blinked in confusion, checking from where she had last seen Applejack and where the earth pony was now. The tailor bit her lip and went back inside, knowing the farmer had it well in hoof. She couldn’t stop the anxious shakes that racked her frame. She magically pulled her couch over and sank onto it.

It’s fine. It’s fine. She… She wasn’t hurt. She wouldn’t let herself get hurt. I… I didn’t just lose another chance to talk about interest in dating. I still have more time. I have more chances. A lady doesn’t rush into things. I- I mustn’t rush into things…

“Oh who am I kidding! She’s so so so rough and and in the middle of everything and probably shall get really badly hurt and it may take her even LONGER to get back!” Rarity twirled around and flung her right hoof to her temple. “Why, she even said she didn’t feel she could talk with me!”

The unicorn began to wiggle on the furniture. Her mind constantly provided excessive things that would prevent her from seeing the farmer again.

“And next thing we’ll know, something will have happened to her and she wouldn’t tell me! We are just SO different, there’s just, there’s just- why? Why do I still care? Why does it rend my heart so?” She went still on the cushions. Her eyes filled with water. “Thinking I would never see her again… I can’t…”

Rarity’s lip quivered, her breath hitching while she held both hooves in front of her chest. She laid like that for only a second when a much quieter and uncertain voice came from the floor level.

“What’s wrong…? Can… Can I help…?”

Blue eyes dropped from the ceiling to look to the left and found a pair of light green eyes watching her. They were a different from ones that had captivated her though they were ones that were also important. The smaller unicorn was frozen beside the red fainting couch, looking up at her sister with wide eyes. Rarity’s breath hitched once more. The sound made Sweetie Belle’s brows twitch closer for a second.

“S-Sweetie Belle, what are you doing here darling?” Rarity quickly looked up and saw the front door was still shut. “How did you get inside?” Her tone went from curious to more serious as she realized that she hadn’t heard the door open at all.

Sweetie Belle crouched briefly before taking a deep breath.

“I came in from the back, I forgot some Crusading supplies when I stayed over last time. But then I heard you shouting about… erm, well, shouting.”

The older sister flinched, turning until she sat on her stomach. She couldn’t stop batting at her mane while her eyes looked around the shop sheepishly.

“O-oh, I-I’m sorry Sweetie. I was just… Uh, thinking. I was thinking about, uhm…”

“Were you thinking about that mare you like, like a special somepony?” Sweetie Belle stood up, reaching to rest her fore-hooves on the couch.

“I am NOT in love with anypony!” Rarity stomped her hoof on the couch, her shout reaching up in pitch while her heart pinched at the denial.

Sweetie Belle scowled, hurt and annoyance obvious. She dropped down, speaking over her shoulder as she walked away.

“Fine! Well, I’m not in love with anypony still either!” Sticking her nose high in the air, the young filly walked over to the hallway. She picked up the full saddlebags waiting for her and glared at her sister while she put them on.

“Sweetie, wait. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout.” Rarity reached out with her hoof, making her sister stop and look back wearily. “I’m just worried about Applejack and that competition.”

The older mare shifted in place, unable to hold her sister’s gaze, and started to tap her hooves against one another anxiously. When she heard tiny hooves coming closer, she tried to smile and looked back up.

“The Apple Family is such a large part of Ponyville, and she’s a good friend of mine. But she likes be to so rough and, well, it wouldn’t surprise me if she got hurt while away.“ Rarity made sure to keep her voice even and soft. It helped to hide the warmth and affection she couldn’t prevent from entering her tone.

“Well, she’s pretty strong right?” Sweetie Belle stepped closer but didn’t try to stand beside the couch. “I’m sure she’d be ok. You’ll see.” The filly tried to smile and reassure her sister. The smile grew in strength when Rarity tried to return it.

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure you’re right.” The fashion designer reached out and stroked her sister’s mane. “Thank you darling. You better hurry along, I’m sure the other Crusaders are waiting for you.”

Sweetie Belle perked up further at how much livelier her sister sounded and nodded. Very rarely would the dramatic mare relapse back into panic. At least, while in public view. The filly rushed forward to give her sister a hug before going for the back door once more.

“Have a safe time please!” Rarity waved a handkerchief after the young girl.

The sound of the back door shutting was quickly followed by a soft thump as a light gray muzzle dropped into plush cushions. Marvelous, just mavelous! Not only was I acting like a love-struck fool, but my sweet, innocent, little sister heard and made the correct assumption about what was troubling me! And I still don’t know who she has taken a fancy to! Rarity lifted her face to nibble on her hooftips. I do nopony any good wasting away and getting nothing done! I better finish these adjustments and get my mind away from… Applejack…

With a heavy blush on her face, the designer went back to her work. The rest of the afternoon was in a whirlwind of sewing and needlework. Luckily, years of practice kept the mare from stabbing her hoof while her mind drifted to the apple farm and the member in charge there.

The sound of train wheels running along the track soothed many a pony’s nerves. It lured most to sleep, waiting for the next stop, except for a slightly worried orange farm mare. She readjusted her hat on her head and continued to jabber at the stallion sitting nearby.

“Well, Ah just know the others will be fine runnin’ the farm. Good time tah see if Big Mac can handle the stand all by his lonesome.” Applejack tapped her left back leg against the ground. Her smile wavered slightly but grew stronger. “An’ the prize money would be a mighty great help for the farm and the town hall! Ah wouldn’t be surprised if Ah clean right up at the Equestrian Rodeo Competition.”

The stallion next to her rolled his eyes and gave his tiny bowtie a small adjustment. With a flick of his fetlocks, he straightened his newspaper and continued to bury his muzzle into it’s depths. The action caused the blonde to pause and frown. AJ shrugged her shoulders and leaned back, pushing her hat to block her gaze.

Well ain't’ that rude. Wonder what’s gotten under his fur… Ah better stay focused myself. Can’t slip up, Ah said Ah was goin’ tah show Rares what kind of mare Ah am… Ah am…

The soft sound of the train quickly put the anxious earth pony to sleep. Her breath evened out though her dreams were anything but steady. In them, she competed but with Rarity watching from the stands. Another competitor, a unicorn stallion from some fancy part of the country, was proving that not only was he stylish but stronger. His every action caused the alabaster unicorn to woo and faint from her seat. At the end, with trumpets singing out and confetti raining down, he accepted both the large trophy and the dressmaker who had ran up from the stands, swooning with a hoof to her forehead. The stallion easily held the mare while brandishing the pony-sized trophy.

“It’s time to go…” The stallion’s words came out silky smooth and a touch husky as he leaned to the unicorn in his hooves. Applejack scowled and grumbled to herself.

“Time to go…” More grumbling from the earth pony at the stallion’s words, though they were less husky and a touch sharper.

“Miss, it’s time to go, last stop.” The words were sharper still, and higher pitched. Applejack jerked awake and looked for the source, scowling heavily. “Ma’am, you must get up.”

The farmer realized her hat was still covering her eyes and pushed it back. Standing in front of her was the conductor. His face wore a tiny frown. When he saw that she was now awake, he stepped back and allowed his face to return to a neutral position.

“Ma’am, the train has arrived at the last stop, Canterlot, Capital of Equestria. Please be sure to take all of your luggage and be careful when you disembark.”

“Oh, well sure thin’. Sorry ‘bout that.” Applejack hurriedly sat up and reached for her bags. She kept up a steady mental stream of scolding for having fallen asleep as she nodded farewell to the stallion.

She continued to berate herself for having already slipped up while walking through Canterlot. Applejack frowned towards the ground, her back and hooves stiff as she walked.

Can’t believe Ah dreamt somethin’ like that. It ain’t up to me who she likes. Ah’ll just have to prove Ah am better’n the others and then we’ll see who gets to hold ‘er up as she wilting all over the place. The image of the drama mare swooning brought a tight smile and chuckle from the earth pony. Can’t say Ah’m surprised to see her swoonin’ and fallin’ all over. Seems just like somethin’ she’d do.

All thought vanished as the top of the arena came into view. The stadium and neighboring stations were tall enough to stand above the multi storied buildings around the city, it’s fresh paint and polish helping it shine more than the others. It had been specially built for the Rodeo since the competitions had reached such a large size and crowd. The local ponies may not enjoy the rough and tumble show as much, but they went to watch what happened nonetheless. They streamed by now, wanting an early peek at who was going to be taking part.

Applejack tipped back her hat as she whistled. The sound drew annoyed frowns from the upper class ponies around her. She didn’t notice however as she continued to walk towards the front entrance. The multiple archways had banners over top, each proclaiming what they were for. One was labeled tickets, one was for staff and the last was for competitors. This line held the less snobbish ponies, their hats and clothing being of use and not just for show. There were some who held themselves uptight more than others, but their hooves still showed signs of hard work and practice. There was already a long line for the tickets, setting the blonde farmer’s nerves on alert.

Golly, guess there’s gonna be well over twice there was the last time I competin’. Better get in line… Wonder who’s signed up this year? Apple green eyes searched the cue and noticed a few familiar faces she had seen in previous years. Lots of strong ponies this year… Better step up mah game. Ah bet even Rarity knows when she’d have to step up her game. Though Ah don’t think she’d ever do somethin’ involvin’ dirt.

The earth pony chuckled to herself as she waited patiently in the line. Her mind, already prepared for the questions she would need to answer to sign in, began to wander. The sight of so many fashionable clothing and designs made it simple for an imaginary Rarity to walk among them, commenting on everything she came across. The designs the other competitors were among the first things criticized. Applejack chuckled to herself at the fancy jumble of words she pictured Rarity exclaiming. Not that it made perfect sense, since the farm mare knew very little about fashion. When she reached the table, Applejack was given the key to her hotel room for her stay during the week. It was being paid for by the Royal Treasurer to help provide entertainment for the average citizen. Tipping her hat in thanks and farewell, she turned back around to head for the hotel.

The tall building was only a block away from the arena. It was wide, spreading from both sides to make long wings. It had the usual architect of the city, with arching doorways and ceilings, wide open rooms and multiple pillars along the walls. The mental Rarity was in awe at the design and prestige of the location, though she quickly ‘chattered’ at the farmer for how little she had packed for the trip. Laughing at the tirade, Applejack trotted up and signed in with the front desk as well. Soon she was in large single bedroom, putting the saddlebags beside the dresser. The earth pony checked on all the luxuries she had available, laughing at more ‘typical’ Rarity speech. In the middle of looking out the window, Applejack frowned pensively.

Ah may not have a whole bunch of things tah unpack, but there is something Ah can do to get ready.

She didn’t wait any longer and set out for the arena once more. They had extra room for warm ups as well as basic gym equipment. It seemed that the blonde farmer wasn’t the only one to think that way. The open race track and various supplies were already in use by the other competitors. Applejack sniffed at the missed chance to use some of the weights and settled for a warm up run.

While she ran, AJ took a peek at how the others were doing but came to a shuddering stop when she saw a pale blue stallion trotting along with large metal bracelets on each fetlock. His short dark blue mane was slightly wind blown, showing a horn on his head. Applejack stared in shock at the lantern around his neck, showing that he was a fellow competitor. Her curiosity controlled her hoofsteps to trot alongside the unicorn. The pace was easy enough for the farm mare, drawing another spark of confusion for her.

“Howdy! Ya competin’ this year? My name’s Applejack, what’s yers?” The stallion looked over with a smile at the greeting.

“Hello. I’m Owin Canter, from Vanhoover. Couldn’t travel past couple of years, snowstorms, eh?” Owin spoke with a soft laugh in his voice, inviting the earth pony to join in with a warm gaze.

Applejack laughed as well, scratching at her neck briefly. “Eh heh, eeyup. Couldn’t make it mahself last year. You got the muscles for the competition?” The earth pony shrugged while walking. “We don’t see many unicorns joinin’ in, not that Ah’ve got a problem with ya bein’ here. Just takes a certain kind o’ strength, is all.”

The stallion looked at his unusually stocky form and chuckled.

“Well, these aren’t just for show, eh? Thanks for worrying ‘bout me though.”

The earth mare tilted her hat in response and began to pick up her pace until she was at a smooth low speed gallop. She kept an eye on the unicorn, noting that even as he wore more clothing than most of the other competitors, he didn’t seem to mind that they got dirty as he walked around picking up trash. While he traveled, eyes to the sky, he would occasionally bump into other ponies. Owin would apologize several times before continuing his trot.

Well, ain’t he an odd one. Sure, other mares may like a fellow built like him… an’ he sure does speak real well… But Ah don’t really see it. Rarity probably would though, she seems to like them strong but sophisticated types… Seems like just the kind who’d be able tah pick her up in one go….

Applejack frowned thoughtfully as she kept her pace even. The evening quickly passed by as the earth pony stubbornly kept running, her mind also running in circles. She was so distracted that she hadn’t noticed the announcement that they were closing the arena. It was after the third warning that AJ realized they were about to close the gate. She dipped her hat to the staff as she rapidly made her way to the hotel to wash up and retire for the night. Guilt spread through her core when she noticed the relief in their eyes at her departure. She wasn’t able to get restful sleep however, since her mind continued to plague her with shipping the polite stallion with the equally lady-like fashion designer.

The next day started bright and early. To promote equal opportunity for everyone to have something to eat, in larger portions than what the local nobility would have, the Rodeo organization provided a well balanced meal. Applejack didn’t mind, since it was one less thing for her family to worry about while she was away. Though it was fancier than she usually had.

Now how did she put it…? ‘Start from the outside in’? Or was it ‘inside out’? Oh ponyfeathers, Ah’ll just eat like Ah want to. The earth pony wasn’t an utter slob, but the few high class ponies around did turn up their noses at the less than perfect way of eating. It was hard for Applejack to not clean up her own dishes like she would at home, but as they reminded everypony, the competition was about to start and they had staff members to clean up. Together with the rest of the crowd, the apple farmer got in line before the main stage. To make sure there was enough room for all the events, the platform was against the right wall. Standing on there with a magical speakerphone in their grasp were the judges, a mixed bunch of earth ponies, unicorns and pegasi. They each wore special hats that helped show them from the middle a crowd. They gave the same speech and welcoming that they’ve always given, and did little to keep AJ’s attention. Trying to keep from becoming too bored, she decided to imagine what Rarity would say about fashion and events taking place. It was hard to stay quiet, but the earth mare managed to remain respectfully silent.

A sharp bang sounded through the air. It was quickly followed by thumping orange hooves. Even as the ponyvillian rushed by the barrel races she couldn’t stop remembering previous statements a certain fashion designer had said. A small chuckle escaped, followed by a soft curse as an orange shoulder bumped the wooden object. AJ checked her time which wasn’t the most impressive, though it still broke previous records. Her ears twitched as another bang rang out. Just as the earth pony was walking over to where the next competition was, a cheer broke out behind her. Sharp green eyes looked at the time scoreboard and squinted when her time and name was pushed down by Owin Canter and his time which was three seconds faster. Applejack muttered to herself about barrels that appeared out of nowhere as she continued on her way.

The blonde mare shook her head and continued to grumble as she was preparing for the tie-down rope event. She grabbed the given rope by the staff provided and began to test it before attaching it to her tail. She gave it a brief twirl and smiled tensely before noticing a tall blue form with a dark blue mane come step up to the sidelines. Seeing Owin nearby ruined her short moment of chipperness. Applejack grimly stepped forward, nodding to the judges that she was ready, and crouched down, waiting for the signal. Seconds after the start, the earth mare had her target securely wrapped up with her rope. She looked towards the judges with a tight smile and tip of her hat. She stepped out of the ring, checking her overall score, when another cheer went up around the side. AJ paused in her travels and looked to the scoreboard with a scowl. Owin and even another competitor had beaten her score. She had gotten her best time ever, and yet it still wasn’t enough.

The next several days went in a similar fashion. Due to the number of competitors, they could only host two big events and two side events, with the rodeo clowns giving performances in between the main events. No matter when or how often she tried to do her best, she couldn’t stop the downward trend of second, third and soon even fourth place. Her mind insisted on comparing her efforts with that of Owin Canter and how easily either of them would win Rarity’s head and mind.

The ponyvillian tried to present a proper sportsponyship and didn’t let her disappointment show. She would end each day with a stiff legged trot back to her hotel, eyes and muzzle tight. Even her old fans had started to cheer for the newer competitors, not that AJ could hear much during the events by this point. Her ears were filled with buzzing while her mind was full of self-doubt and a sharp voice scolding her for her failures.

On the last day, Applejack’s mood was bleak. She had gone from being a promising competitor to somepony who barely keeps up with the leaders. By now she managed to keep her eyes on her tasks alone, but every time she got something wrong, more mistakes would soon follow. In the end, she could barely stand still while the final medals, along with large sacks full of bits, were hoofed out. When they were all released, Applejack turned, pulling her stetson low over her eyes, and began the slow trot towards the exit.

“Applejack! Wait please!” The deep voice, even now sounding apologetic, made the earth pony freeze in place. Owin trotted up, his saddlebags holding all the awards he had won. His eyes were soft as he waited until he was closer to speak.

“Is everything alright? I kept trying to talk with you but you always left too fast.” The stallion followed the mare as she started forward once more.

“Eeyup.”

“Oh. Well, it seemed like you were distracted.” Owin peered closer, peeking under the brim of the brown hat. “Just, uh, saying as one professional to another.”

Applejack stumbled to a halt as the tight ball of frustration squeezed before letting go once more. She sighed, dipping her head forward.

“Well, ya got that right.” The blonde mare smashed her hat further onto her head. “Didn’t start th’ week right, an’ now Ah’m paying the price. That’ll teach me a lesson to not focus properly.”

Owin nodded a few times as she spoke. After she finished, he reached out and gave her shoulders a gentle tap.

“Sounds about right. We’ll see you next year?”

Applejack nodded silently and bent part of her hat’s brim to the other pony. She waited until his hoofsteps were distant and growing feinter. She started to resume her slow walk out when another voice, female and with a jolly tone, called out for her attention.

“Deary!” A mare with bright cherry red and crimson mane and pale yellow coat appeared from nearby. Her eyes were open and friendly, though they were watchful of the younger earth pony. “If ya have something on your mind that a week long competition couldn’t clear out, you may need a change of pace!”

“Ah’m sorry, an’ you are?” Applejack slowly turned around to face the new company with sagging shoulders and polite tone of voice.

“ Why I’m Cherry Jubilee, and I ran a cherry stall during the competition.” The southern accent rang clear as she kept an even tone. Cherry Jubilee came close enough to place a comforting hoof on AJ’s shoulders. “I’d hate to see a mare who won so many events the previous years walk on home with such a long face.”

“Cherries huh? Ah help my family on an apple farm.” Applejack brightened at the thought of her home, though it was soon damped once more. “Though since Ah didn’t win any prizes, guess Ah’ll have to do more work tah earn the bits…”

Cherry Jubilee tilted her head and tapped her chin with the hoof that had been on the orange shoulder. During the silence, Applejack stared towards the end of the hall where a stock of navy blue mane was still visible. The blonde didn’t notice the scowl that was building on her muzzle as she watched multitudes of mares fawn over the stallion. Jubilee noted this and hummed to herself. The sound brought the apple farmer’s attention back to the other mare.

“Surely your farm doesn’t need the little bit of help the prizes would have earned ya?” The older, more experienced mare didn’t want to assume what the issue was, trying instead to get a read of the younger mare’s body language.

“Huh? Oh, no, Ah promised mah home town that Ah’d help raise money for a new town hall.” Applejack kept her stance light though she started to inch away. “Look, Ah don’t want to miss my train, so Ah’m gonna have to get goin’.”

“Well, why don’t you come and stay with me, working on my cherry farm to earn some extra bits and get your mind off that mare of yours.” Cherry Jubilee joyfully suggested while slinging a hoof around the other farmer’s shoulders.

The blonde mare stiffened with wide eyes. Looking at the other earth pony, Applejack raised both brows. “Now what in the hay do ya mean? Ah-Ah never said anythin’ about any mare or-or uh, stallion being what distracted me.”

Cherry chuckled and began to pull the other farmer along. She gave AJ a shake with a smile.

“I can see it miles away! If you didn’t have bit trouble, and I’ve seen ya be a proper sportspony, then it would have to be something bigger. And what’s bigger than trying to impress another pony?”

Applejack slumped down, no longer fighting the gentle pull. “Alright, alright… Ah was tryin’ to impress somepony.” She looked up with sorrow in her gaze. “Guess it distracted me too much from actually doin’ a proper job of it.”

The cherry farmer nodded slowly, though she kept her grip on the younger mare. Jubilee steered them both towards the hotel that all the competitors and vendors were housed in. They had to travel through streams of travelers with packed saddlebags on their backs. The red haired pony continued to steer them to the elevators, and first went to the floor where the red maned farmer was staying on.

“Deary, why don’t you take this cherry tart and get your things?” Cherry Jubilee ducked into her own room and reappeared with the treat in hoof. “We’ll get you away from these negative memories and in a new land to help you think about your mare troubles.”

“Thank ya kindly Miss Jubilee.” Treat in hoof, AJ trotted along to her own room and finished packing up. She scarfed down the food, which was pretty good even if it wasn’t apples, and settled her bags. I’ll just leave everypony a note about where Ah’m goin’ and to not worry. Ah just need to think some, get mah head back on straight… Can’t believe Ah played the fool this time around… Shouldn’t even try to earn Rarity’s attention…

“Cherry farm, here Ah come…” Applejack flipped her hat into place. She gently shut the door behind her, giving her bags one last check, and headed for Cherry Jubilee’s room once more.

The day began nice and warm, no sign that Winter-Wrap Up occurred a couple of weeks ago. Rarity, obviously not having obsessed about each and every day that stood between her and the return of the strong apple farmer, woke up in a snap, bright eyed and tense. Birds chirped in the window while sunlight streamed through the curtains.

The unicorn pushed off her sleeping mask and sat up in the large bed. She tried to prevent her heart from rapidly beating, but it was a lost cause. The persistent thought that an apple scented earth pony would soon return set her body on high alert. When she tried to get up from the bed, the dramatic mare took several deep breaths that instead shortened with each inhale. Soon she was almost hyperventilating. While she could and did control her mane, Rarity found her nerves still sang and her ears twitched. When she checked the clock, the designer found it was early dawn, many hours before anypony would reasonable rise.

Oh dear… What… What am I going to do with my time? Maybe I could… help set up that ‘surprise’ party for Applejack. Yes, I’m sure Twilight is already awake and waiting to get started.

Using her nervous energy to speed up the morning process, the fashion designer finished her prepping and happily trotted out the doorway. The whole town was taking a vacation in order to welcome back the local farmer. Stores on both sides of the street remained closed while the citizens gathered the different supplies needed for the party.

Rarity didn’t slow as she headed straight for the tree library. When she knocked on the doorway, it didn’t take long for somepony to answer. The door opened with a light mulberry hue around its edges. Twilight stood on the other side with a curious frown. Spotting the gray unicorn waiting, the librarian lightly chuckled and stepped back.

“Good morning Rarity, I guess you can’t wait to get started huh?”

“Morning darling! Why yes, I was hoping to get an early start on our little ‘soiree’.” Rarity walked forward with a grateful nod.

A pink mass flew in from further inside the library and came to a jarring halt before the fashion mare. Bright blue eyes that seemed too wide were set over a large grin.

“But Rarity! It’s not a ‘sorry’, it’s a surprise party!”

“Yes darling, I know. I was trying to add some… uhm, high class charm.” Rarity faltered at the end as Pinkie tilted her head curiously. “Not that you don’t have your own kind of charm, of course.”

The earth pony smiled widely and bounced back to the wooden trunk, diving face first into its depth. Rarity pressed her lips together briefly at the sight of more than half of the pink body disappearing inside. Ignoring the multitudes of questions that came to mind, the alabaster mare focused on the other unicorn before her.

“Do you need any extra supplies? Or help carrying them?” Rarity twirled her mane around a tense hoof. Her gaze looked around the library, though not on the now almost entirely missing form of the party mare, and locked on the large stacks of decorations set off to the side. “These perhaps?”

Twilight didn’t seemed to mind the questionable physics her marefriend prompted at all times, instead focusing and smiling at the sight. “Sure thing. I was going to use a telekinesis spell to levitate them, but it would be nice to save on some of my magical stores.”

“No problem darling, I’ll just take some from the top then?” The fashion designer stepped forward, her mind blissfully focused on which bags she should try to carry. “It goes to Applej-erm, sorry, the Apple barn correct?”

The other mares didn’t notice the stumble and instead began to lift some of the bags as well.

“Yep! Straight to Applejack’s barn! The other Apples are waiting for us to get started whenever. And there’s no time like the present! Especially when it’s a present!” Pinkie stuck her nose underneath a large mound and flipped them into the air with ease. They all piled neatly onto her back without the hyper mare flinching at the touch.

The other two unicorns froze when they saw the move. Blinking unsteady eyes, they came to a silent agreement to not question what just happened and used their own brand of magic to lift the rest of the supplies onto their backs.

Together, the three mares quickly made their way through town towards the east where the farm settlement rested. The barn was only available the day of Applejack’s return, requiring that the party preparations be done that morning. They wanted to announce their presence and aimed for the farm house first. Rarity was the one to lead the way to the front door and knocked politely. Granny Smith seemed unsurprised at the three mares waiting there.

“Ah sure as sugar in mah ol’ granny’s apple pie knew ya’d be here Rarity. Shoulda known y’all be the firs’ ones tah help set up that party.” The older mare strode out of the door, hooking a hoof around both the gray unicorn and pink earth pony’s necks. “An’ ya got yer marefriend tah help too, Pinkie Pie. Tha’s sure nice of ya Twilight. Big Mac already got the barn as empty as a cup o’ cider day after cider season, waitin’ for y’all to set up that fancy party for our little Apple seed.”

The three visitors could barely keep up with the rambling elder, though they were pulled along by surprisingly strong hooves. Pinkie Pie couldn’t help but giggle while Rarity and Twilight shared a bemused grin.

“Thank you Granny Smith, I’m sure we won’t be but a moment to get everything in just the right position.” The designer chuckled with a wave of her hoof. Granny Smith beamed at the assurances and squeezed the pale-gray shoulders.

The unicorns set down their burdens with relieved sighs, the strain on their magic now gone. Pinkie had used a secret technique to hide how heavy the bags truly were, and the weight had pulled on the mares’ strength. Though the earth pony didn’t seem to notice the saddlebags on her own back. They weren’t at it for long before other townsfolk began to arrive to help, lead by two pegasi. With the extra wing and hoof power, they soon had the barn set up in true Pinkie Pie style.

Rarity’s attention was divided between making sure everything was just right and keeping the Cutie Mark Crusaders out from underhoof. The two other members had arrived to help share the joy of the farmer’s return with their earth pony friend. It was a challenging task, but the fashion mare convinced them to find the best hiding places available in the barn for potential sneaking cutie marks as well as being ready for the surprise part of the party.

When Twilight called out that the apple seller should be arriving any moment, Rarity pranced on her hooves in indecision before leaping for the table. Granny Smith pat the dirt beside her, offering a seat to ‘hide’ behind the presents and cake. Rarity tried to control her euphoria, already picturing the bright freckles on bright orange fur, and could barely wait for the door to open.

Expecting to see orange and finding a shade of pale-brown instead, Rarity froze, unsure of what was happening. When Twilight started to read the note, the dramatic unicorn’s mind started to fill with worse case scenarios, each more harmful and threatening than the last. She’s never been late before. Why would she be late now? How could she be late? What could have possibly happened that would forcible make her late? Even when she was sick, she still continued to work! It must have been something dreadful! Oooh, I knew something would happen, I just knew it! A lady’s intuition.

“‘...from Applejack! Family and friends, not coming back to Ponyville…’” Twilight’s voice cut into the designer’s thoughts, only to spur her mind into a stronger whirl of panic.

NOT COMING BACK?!? What does she mean, not coming back!?! She’s- she’s never not done something she said she would! All those times that she could have worked on the farm but instead came to help me with fashion and work around my house! W-why would she not come back this time!?

“... loves her family!”

The shrill youthful filly’s voice broke into Rarity’s monologue once more. She bit her lip and looked towards Apple Bloom, finding that the other Apple family members all huddled up. The dressmaker felt a pinch in her core, knowing that if nothing else, even above herself, Applejack cared about her family. Her body trembling, Rarity couldn’t hold back a fearful half-shout.

“Oooohhh, something just dreadful must have happened to Applejack to make her not return!”

Everyone gasped at the exclamation and began to mutter among themselves. Rarity wobbled in place, her head buzzing and starting to feel too light. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a small pale-gray form that looked her way. The bright green eyes, similar and yet not the same as ones missed, jolted Rarity from her dizziness. She tried to give her sister an encouraging, warming smile and loosening her tense body, but this only made Sweetie Belle frown more in concern. Rarity frowned as well, nibbling on her lower lip before turning to look towards the librarian who was already beginning to think of a plan.

“So what are we waiting for?! Let's go find her!” Rainbow Dash distracted Rarity from watching the lavender unicorn as the pegasus flew out of the barn. She flew fast enough to leave a rainbow trail behind her. Twilight didn’t wait and turned to the rest of the waiting ponies.

“Don't worry, we'll search all of Equestria if we have to. We'll bring her back!”

Rarity nodded firmly, her mind focusing into a single goal. We WILL bring her back. She took off after the others, running over the dirt road with little care for the hooficure she had gotten a few days ago. The pounding of hooves and her own heart filled the alabaster mare’s ears, adding another layer to the buzzing in her head. The fashionista was so focused on keeping an even pace that she hadn’t noticed a trio of fillies chasing after the group.

A shrill voice rang out behind the five friends. The sudden call caused the others to slow while Rainbow Dash began to float down to answer Scootaloo’s question. Rarity wasn’t able to see how the brash mare would respond as she was soon besieged by her own little sister.

“... Rarity...? Rarity, are you ok...?” Sweetie Belle stepped closer to the taller unicorn and rubbed at one of her forehooves. Rarity shook herself from the daze her mind had willingly entered and tried to smile reassuringly to her sister.

“O-oh, u-uhm, yes darling, I-I'll be fine and-and everything... will be... fine...” The fashionista didn’t notice as her right eye twitched, though she did falter at the end as a mental voice spoke up. Will it truly be fine…?

Rarity didn’t notice how her smile slowly morphed into a frown. When she saw Sweetie Belle wasn’t appeased, the older sister tried to reform her smile, only to come up with a thin tense line. She reached out and gave her younger sister a pat. The filly pursed her lips but remained silent, trotting back to the other Crusaders and hopped into the red cart. Rarity watched, eyes taking in the earth pony beside her sister and thinking of the older earth pony farmer.

The designer’s stillness and unusual silence drew Fluttershy’s attention. She had been floating near the sky blue mare but dropped down to walk next to the distressed fashion mare. Rarity barely noticed, thoughts swirling into a jumbled mess. As the rest of the group turned around, she went along without thinking, her body and head numb.

A light feathery touch jolted Rarity. Barrel tensing, her head swiveled to stare blankly to the canary pegasus beside her.

“Darling. Is something the matter?” Rarity’s voice was monotone, deprived of any of its usual flair. Fluttershy frowned as she nibbled on her lower lip.

“Rarity… Are YOU ok?” The pegasus didn’t raise her voice though she still managed to stress who she truly was concerned about.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You, uhm, you seem kind of, uh, distracted…” Fluttershy crouched lower, even as they continued to run. “It-it could maybe possibly… help to talk…. about it…?”

Rarity blinked slowly, the pegasus’ words sinking through the fog of her mind. “Distracted, darling…?”

“Yes, uhm, you seem to be really worried about A-applejack?” The bland tone shook Fluttershy’s resolve to help, but she continued after taking a deep breath. “You don’t have to worry… I’m sure there’s- uh, there’s a reason Applejack thought was important to not come back right away…?”

The suggestion that there was another reason for the delay caused a heavy tremor to course through the unicorn. Another reason?! Another reason?!? What could be more important than-than-than her family, or her home or……. or do I not matter in the least!? M-maybe I don’t… Sniffling, soft and insistent, floated to the light-gray ears. Rarity stumbled, trying to pinpoint where the sound came from, only to see that Fluttershy inched forward and used a wingtip to wipe at the tears under blue eyes. The unicorn raised a hoof to her face and looked at the now matted fur, giving evidence to where the sound and wetness was coming from.

The numbness and fog began to slip away from the tailor, leaving an ocean of sadness in its place. Rarity and Fluttershy slowed even as the group began to split up to get ready for the trip. The fashion mare started to shake, tears dripping fast from her muzzle.

“I-I just worry that it’s something else, something worse that has happened.” She shifted on her hooves, unable to look into gentle teal eyes. Her words were punctured by quiet sobs. “What if we don’t find her in time? What if she never comes back? What if she doesn’t want to…?”

Fluttershy used her wing to embrace her friend in a hug. She nuzzled the other mare, both of them closing their eyes at the emotions that boiled inside them. The pegasus also started to tear up, reminded of a previous event in her past.

“I know, I know… It’s ok, it’s ok.” The pegasus continued to nuzzle the other mare, lowering her voice and adding soothing tones. “We’ll find out what happened and then you’ll feel better. We have to get all our things together and head for Canterlot.”

Rarity nodded, silent watery tracks on her cheeks, and returned the embrace. When she let go, the unicorn rubbed at her muzzle and tried to recover her appearance. Her hooves felt heavier than they ever had before. Heavier than after working them to nubs on very important requests and projects. There wasn’t very many ponies to witness her slow trot through town, since most had heard by now of Applejack’s disappearance and felt the need to discuss in tight groups behind closed doors.

Saddlebags were quickly filled with an assortment of clothing and accessories. No care or notice was given if they would match or work for a long trip. Rarity’s mind was focused solely on their goal, their mission of the day. Find Applejack, ask her why she didn’t come back home. Find Applejack, who is going to be perfectly healthy, and ask why she didn’t come back to her family. Find Applejack, no matter where she has gone to, find her in perfectly healthy condition, and ask why she didn’t come back... To me.

The unicorn quickly flung the bag onto her back and trotted out the door, locking it behind her with a flick of magic. I’ll find Applejack and ask her!

Chapter 19.5 - Trying to run from the competition

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-Right before the group gets the letter in Ponyville-

Applejack rubbed her right foreleg with her left, shifting in her train seat. She couldn’t look at the window on her left as guilt continued to fill her mind. Cherry Jubilee sat across from her, smiling indulgently before waving down a waiter.

“I think my friend here needs a glass of cherry soda. I’ll have one as well, thank ya kindly.”

The waiter dipped his head, short brown mane bobbing, as he grinned. “Right away Miss Jubilee.”

Cherry winked gallantly to the youthful stallion before turning her smile to the apple farmer. “Now, why don’t ya tell me what’s on your mind? Can’t be that letter, we made sure it went straight on to Ponyville.”

AJ shook her head, mouth set grimly. “Nah, it ain’t that. The letter should be fine. Maybe.” She hung her head with a sigh. “It’s more of what they’ll say an’ think. Ah was the most dependable of ponies. Now… Ah’m leavin’ them.”

The older mare leaned closer with a disbelieving brow raised. “You sure ‘bout that sugar? If ya only leave to make extra bits, then you’d be returning likitysplit. I think that it’s more who says and thinks you’ll not be comin’ back that’s really making ya worried.”

The blonde tensed, eyes going to the window before returning to the ground once more. She shrugged, keeping silent. Cherry Jubilee chuckled lightly, reaching out to pat reassuringly on AJ’s shoulder.

“Don’t ya worry none sugar, I’m not here to judge ya.” Jubilee switched seats to be next to the dejected mare. “I want to help somepony else not make the same kind of mistake I did when I was a young thing.”

Applejack peered curiously to Cherry Jubilee. She didn’t speak, her eyes shouting for an explanation.

“Why, back when I was younger, I had this here friend. He was gallant, brave, and had a true heart.” Cherry glanced over with a jolly glint though it had a watery sheen to it. “A kind heart. We had grown up together. I was the pretty farm gal and he was the strappin’ stallion who wanted to bring peace to the world.”

The apple farmer frowned at the phrase and opened her mouth to question it. Her shock was quickly noticed by Jubilee who laughed.

“Sugar, I don’t mean to say there ain’t peace in Equestria. Their majesties do a fine job protecting our land. But there are still a few pockets of unhappiness here and there. Locations that need a firm but kind hoof to lead it to a better place. And he was going to be the one to do it.” The mare sighed, staring at the opposing wall. “And I was… I am just a little town farmer. Packing up a farm to move is as easy as picking up every bit of sand from the desert. Before long he was gone, and I’m still on the family farm, doing what I can to expand the business.”

The red maned farmer looked to the other side of the compartment, eyes glazing over with memories. The ponyvillian waited patiently before realizing that Jubilee had gotten lost in thought. She coughed lightly and returned the reassuring pat.

“Ya never tried to find him? Talk with him?”

“No deary. I’m just a farmer. He was destined to go to the frontiers, protecting ponies from harsh conditions and creatures meaner than you shake a stick at. I figured we were just too different. ” Cherry turned to face Applejack head on once more. Her previously jolly eyes were filled with melancholy. “Sound like a certain somepony?”

Applejack sighed. She stared out the window, not seeing the desert but instead a fashion boutique with all the lights slowly turning on in the setting sun.

“Ah… Ah hadn’t said anythin’ to her yet. We are pretty different. She’s… She’s a fashion designer. Real high class gal, ya know?” AJ gestures to her own form, tiny frown growing. “And... Ah’m not. We’re as different as two mares can get. And Ah’m not even sure if she likes mares.”

Cherry began to rub the tense orange back, leaning close to catch the low, anxious explanation. AJ turned to the other pony, face pinched.

“She’s always been impressed with them highfalutin stallions from Canterlot. Ah had hoped tah show her that there’s more to a pony than looks. But Ah couldn’t.” She stomped a hoof down, scowling at the floor. “Ah couldn’t even manage to get any of the bits like Ah promised mah home town. Made all these big empty promises. An’ now Ah’m gonna let down my town, my family, and can’t show her my few good points.”

The older pony nodded slowly, eyes closed briefly as she listened to the problem. When AJ trailed off, Cherry reached her hoof around the orange shoulders just as they started to tremble. The apple mare tilted in her seat and buried her muzzle into the other’s shoulder. Cherry reached her other hoof around to complete the hug.

“I know deary, I know. Sometimes, ya just don’t feel like you’ve got much to show off.” Jubilee held the other farmer with a kind grin. “How about this deary? You come work at my farm, earning what my other temporary help earn. We find physical activities help clear the mind, as I’m sure ya know, and we’ll talk about ways to talk with and impress this mare. Ok sugar?”

The orange mare grinned wanly. Adjusting her hat, she pulled back. “Tha’... that sounds good. Ah think… Ah’ll take a nap. It’ll take us most of the night tah get to Dodge Junction right?”

“You bet deary. I’ll wake you up once we get there. I’m sure you’re exhausted, you’ve tried hard this past week and really need a little vacation.” Cherry Jubilee stepped off the seat to return to her previous place. Once there, she kept a watch over the apple seller as she slept. Cherry’s mind ran through various ideas to help the dejected mare. There wasn’t much to do as they traveled, and she had to put most of the ideas on hold for when they arrived.

Light gray hooves trembled against the wooden platform. It was soon joined by others who waited more patiently than the light gray mare. Each mare had saddlebags over their sides and tickets in mouths.

What if the train has had an accident and cannot complete its travel?

Purple strands blew wildly in the breeze, unrestrained and unnoticed.

What if… What if the tickets are wrong!? Blue eyes, pupils wide and sharp, tried to peer over a pale-gray nose. Not seeing anything, Rarity used a touch of magic to hold her ticket and check the destination and time for the hundredth time. She sighed when she confirmed it was correct. Allowing it to dip down once more, she tensed suddenly. What if I lose the ticket!?!?!

She reached out and snagged it in her mouth, teeth trying to find a middle ground between firm and too strong of a grip. While the unicorn fidgeted with the piece of gold paper, her body shimmied from side to side as it tried to adjust the uneven saddlebags. Her mouth was paper dry and stuck firmly shut.

Feeling another presence beside her, Rarity tilted her head to look and found a large yellow spot edging closer. She raised a questioning brow, trying to appear nonchalant even as her limbs trembled with nervous energy.

“It’ll be ok Rarity…” The tiny assurance was barely heard above the general hubbub of the train station. Fluttershy finished moving closer and wrapped a wing around her friend’s shoulders, leaning closer to help give support to the wobbly frame.

Rarity felt her body flush, releasing the tension, and allowed herself to fall into the embrace. She remained silent, unwilling to trust her voice. When the train appeared, the unicorn’s body stiffened, ears and eyes trained to the locomotive. Once the ok was given for everyone to board, the fashion designer was the first to enter, running with barely constrained desperation. The socially-conscious mare didn’t even notice the surprised and shocked looks her actions received. She picked a seat by the windows on the right side of the train. The others weren’t far behind her and sat nearby. Fluttershy, looking to see how the others were seated, sat next to the designer. Rarity winced. She checked around to see who was nearby before dipping forward, ears flat against her head.

“Have… have you ever worried about a-a friend leaving you behind…?” The pale-gray mare flinched at how monotone her voice sounded but pushed on while her mind screamed that this was not a topic to discuss out in the open. “It just seems so-... so wrong that she isn’t coming back to Ponyville. The Apple family has always been there. Always…”

“Yes… sometimes, when it seems like a friend will always be there, it hurts when they aren’t.” Fluttershy leaned back into the unicorn, trying to help with more than words. Rarity closed her eyes and softly agreed.

“Yes… I hadn’t thought of how close of friends we were becoming. I hadn’t realized how close we ALL are. But this feels so much worse than when friends I used to have had to move away.” The mare shook for a second, her mind not thinking about trying to filter her words. “It’s so hard to imagine Ponyville without her…”

“I understand... It's-it's hard when a close friend leaves...” Fluttershy reached out slowly, placing an unsure hoof on the fashion mare’s shoulder. Rarity closed her eyes at the touch and avoided the searching gaze.

“I know that everyone will miss her. It’s not merely my problem… But-but she has been helping me so much with everything! Anything I had needed, she was there. How can I, how can anyone, keep going without her?!” Rarity felt her cheeks flush as she revealed just how close the two had became.

“It's hard to keep going without your good friend...” Fluttershy’s dejected tone drew the unicorn’s attention. Glancing up, Rarity found the pegasus staring at the ground with watery eyes.

Oh Rarity, you fool of a mare! So busy with your own troubles you didn’t notice that one of your close friends is also upset by this! No matter what, even if you are just devastated, you have to remember you aren’t the only pony having trouble…!

“Darling, did… did something like this happen to you before…?” Rarity stretched out her own hoof, wrapping it around the yellow one.

“Yes... A long time ago. Rai-... A very old friend left without saying anything and... It wasn't the same afterwards.” The timid pegasus hunched over. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, moving both hooves to wrap around herself.

The gray unicorn bit her lip and reached forward, wrapping her hooves around the slimmer barrel. Fluttershy unwrapped her hooves from her form and grasped Rarity, both mares beginning to tear up. The rest of the group watched with anxious frowns. The girls shared a glance before gathering and sharing a tight embrace. Even the brasher pegasus joined in with a hoof pat to everypony’s shoulders. They didn’t disturb anypony else as they had selected a compartment that was empty. It helped that it was now the middle of the day and without as many commuters to bare witness to the group of friends.

Pale gray ears twitched as the other unicorn of their group spoke up. Fluttershy and Rarity released one another, turning to look at Twilight as she called for everyone’s attention. The designer shifted and used a touch of magic to pull out one of the photos she had taken over a week ago.

I can’t believe this… It was practically yesterday when I took these...

“Ooh, ooh, me, me! Pick me!”

The hyper voice broke the staring contest Rarity had unintentionally started with the photograph.

“Yes, Pinkie Pie?”

Twilight’s calm patient voice broke through the numbness surrounding Rarity’s mind. She looked over to the lavender mare, blinking slowly as she adjusted to thinking beyond her heartache.

“We can totally make lots and lots of copies of this picture I drew of Applejack just in case somepony forgot what she looked like!” Pinkie Pie whipped out a crayon picture of the missing mare. The others leaned closer to look at the image. The tailor frowned at the basic image and peeked at the photograph in her hoof.

“Would, perhaps, a photograph work for our needs?” The quiet comment drew everyone’s wide and confused gaze. Rarity flushed at the bewildered attention, and looked to the side. “What? I needed one to show off some of my latest designs and have an example of the image before fabulosity! Purely business of course!”

The others stared for a little longer before accepting the suggestion with shrugs. Rarity levitated the photo to the stronger magical unicorn, eyes focused on the window. A flash of light later and Twilight had magically copied the photo onto the spare paper of Pinkie’s. While she passed out the pictures, the lavender mare suggested searching patterns and questions. Rarity couldn’t remove the blush from her cheeks, though luckily nopony questioned why she had packed that particular picture to pack with her other supplies.

The trip took several hours. Though to the tense mares, it felt twice as long. By the time they arrived, it was edging close to dinner time. The girls ran as fast as they could to the arena. Twilight used her knowledge of Canterlot to guess where the competition was set up. Rarity led the charge, barely hearing the directions that the other unicorn shouted behind her. Her purple mane flew wildly behind her. The high class ponies walking through the streets harrumphed at the speed of the group. For once, the fashionista didn’t care or stop to heed their words. On the train Twilight had gone over basic plans. Rarity could barely keep the instructions in mind, her focus on the picture in her magic.

Where are you Applejack…? Where are you Applejack…? Surely if she got hurt, somepony would remember… They would be able to point us in the right direction. Surely they would tell us… if something had happened...

The unicorn continued to rush around the streets only to screech to a halt in front of wide archways attached to tall circular walls. There was nopony guarding the door. Springing forward, Rarity began to wave the picture in front the few staff members who were doing the last bits of cleaning. The others of the group also tried to question everyone.

With each denial, the group of friends grew more frantic. The only other mare who was going as fast as Rarity was Rainbow Dash. The unicorn barely kept her lady-like composure while speaking to the staff ponies.

They don’t know, they don’t know, they don’t know, they don’t know, they don’t know…! Nopony knows! They don’t know anything! This is utterly useless!!

The dramatic mare flung a hoof to her forehead after yet another pony denied seeing the farmer. Shakily returning to the others, Rarity dropped beside the lavender librarian, dust and dirt raising up. She stared uncomprehendingly at the dirt on her fur until their leader called for her attention.

“Rarity…? Any luck?”

“No… nothing… Nopony knows where she is or where she has gone.” The prissy mare sighed and magically pulled out a brush, dusting off her coat. Can’t have dirty fur. Can’t have dirty fur when we find her… Have to show my best when we find her…

Twilight sighed and rested her head against the last standing table. The others joined around her, sitting dejectedly with the pictures held limply in their hooves. An earth pony mare with dark-orange fur and dark-cream color mane topped with a large cowpony hat walked up to the table.

“Hey, I've seen that mare!” Her announcement grabbed the group’s attention. They stood at attention, crowding around the mare.

“Where did she go?!” Rainbow demanded from the sky, causing Rarity’s ears to twitch at the loudness. The rest of the group didn’t seem as bothered by the volume. The staff member pointed southward, where they can just notice a dark yellow of sand. “She went to Dodge Junction with some other mare.”

‘SOME OTHER MARE’?!?!?!?!

Rarity’s mind exploded into an uproar, focused entirely on the phrase ‘other mare’. Faintly, she could feel her hoof resting against her cheek, keeping her head upright. What does she mean, some other mare?! What other mare!? She-she-she left with some other mare?!!? She… found somepony else… to be there for…?

“Come on girls, we’ve got to take the train again!” Twilight’s voice acted as a tether, pulling the more dramatic mares from their half-fainted states. Fluttershy and Rarity stood back up from leaning against one another, their eyes wobbling as they tried to refocus.

“Uhm, we-uh, we better hurry up…” The canary mare peeked at the gray unicorn as she fluttered her wings anxiously.

“Y-yes, you’re right darling.” Rarity kept her hoof on her temple and walked forward with each of her limbs trembling. “We’ll go and-and find… find out what is truly going on.”

Together, the five friends ran for the train station. They passed more citizens who exclaimed in outrage at being bumped out of the way by the rushing mares. The setting sun caused their shadows to run before the girls, adding extra dramatic flair in their minds. The station, considering the late hour, was just finishing rush hour time frame. Only a few ponies were left that needed to take the locomotive home. Rarity was the first of their group to start purchasing tickets.

“You there! We must have five tickets to Dodge Junction this very moment!” The unicorn stomped her hoof on the stallion’s counter with a frantic look in her eyes.

The worker was taken aback and had only started to gather the needed tickets when the rest of the group came up. Twilight, breathless but flashing a brief smile of thanks, dropped a bag of bits on the counter which helped to speed up the stallion’s movements. Rarity ripped her ticket from his hold and continued on to the platform itself.

“Geeze, somepony can’t wait for the train huh?” The raspy tone floated down from above.

Looking up, Rarity found a messy stock of rainbow strands over top of cerise eyes staring back with a pensive frown. The tailor gulped, mind racing to her previous actions, and tried to slow her breathing and heart rate.

“This is just becoming ridiculous. If we need to travel to another city, so help that mare-!” The gray mare frowned sternly, lightly stomping her hoof as the others gathered around. Her words made the other mares smile tightly.

They waited for the next train and boarded, selecting a compartment quickly and settled down for several hours of travel. Rarity, once sitting, found that she couldn’t hold open her eyes. Even as she felt everyone’s presence settling around her, the fashionista’s mind drifted away, fading into blissful emptiness.

Applejack… Come back…

“Applejack…”

The soft southern accent, along with gentle rocking, woke up the apple farmer.

“Sugar, we’re here at Dodge Junction. Time to get up!” Cherry Jubilee smiled warmly, right hoof on AJ’s shoulder.

The orange earth mare half-smirked and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Sitting up, she looked for her bags only to find them on the ground next to her.

“Don’t you worry none, I got your bags ready for ya.” Jubilee picked up her own saddlebags and lead the way outside.

The horizon was barely lit, with the stars easily visible. The small town was barely waking up. The buildings were dark, even as some of the residents were waking. Applejack tipped her hat back to help see the new location. Spotting Cherry’s form trotting through the center of town, the blonde rushed forward. The older mare looked over her shoulder with a grin.

“This here is the main street. Town’s still growing, backed by our cherry sales of course.” The cherry farmer proudly declared. She waved to the east, where small tree tops could be seen between the scattered buildings. “The farm is to the east of the town. We also own a couple of other businesses here and there.”

Applejack raised both brows, impressed with how far the other mare has taken the family business. Her green eyes followed the pale-cream hoof as it gestured to several of the buildings.

“We have one of the hotels, a bakery, and three buildings on our farm.” The two mares walked to the edge of the small town.

Beyond, over the gentle slopes, were rows and rows of small trees with tiny fruits on their limbs. Closer to the town were the three buildings Cherry had spoken of. One was a large barn with an equally tall silo near it. Another was a long, two storied house that was right next to the main farmhouse. The farmhouse showed more age than the other two buildings, though it was the same height.

The blonde farmer whistled, impressed. The sight and its differences to one she had grown up on helped to make her forget momentarily why she was there. Then it came crashing back with Cherry’s next words.

“You’ll be helping with collecting and crushing the cherries. All of our workers stay in the temporary housing.” The older farmer nodded towards the new farmhouse. Most of the windows were lit with ponies starting their day. “If you don’t mind sugar, I’ll give you the proper tour after we get your room setup. Then we can start our day!”

Jubilee tried to cheer up the other farmer who could only manage a weak smile in return. Together, they dropped off their bags and turned back around, going to every part of the farm as part of the tour. By the time that the sun was above the horizon and the other workers were already collecting and sorting the cherries, Applejack’s saddlebags were filled with packages to be shipped and she was following the cherry seller back to town. The next thing was to get a tour of the budding town, including stopping at the post office.

The apple farmer was used to being wide awake by this hour, and didn’t feel the least bit weighed down by the saddlebags. She waited patiently for Cherry to take the packages and merely grinned when they were replaced with new ones that had arrived for the local farm.

“Ponyfeathers…” Applejack pranced on her hooves and searched for the other mare. Spotting her, she quickly made her way over and tapped on the pale-cream shoulder. “Miss Jubilee? Ah gotta take care o’ nature, if’in ya get my meanin’. Ah’ll be right back, if ya don’t mind.”

“Not at all sugar. I’ll be out in two shakes of a rattlesnake's tail.”

AJ smirked at the assurances, knowing by instinct that it wouldn’t be near as fast for the other farmer to finish talking with old friends, and quickly went in search of the bathroom. Once outside, she noticed that there was an outhouse near the train station for latest arrivals. Grin wide on her face, she went in only to be rushed out by some impatient pony who rapidly beat on the door.

“Whew, some ponies…” The blonde mare pushed her way past the waiting pony with a roll of her eyes. “Sheesh.”

“Applejack…!”

The high pitched voice, excitement and merriment in every syllable, called out. AJ’s ears stiffened at the sound. Oh no.. Ya gotta be kiddin’ me. It can’t be them… Not wanting to disappear on her new temporary employer, the dependable farmer began to pace in front of the post office. When she felt the weight of a pink energetic hoof point her way, even though she didn’t see it at first, Applejack couldn’t help looking up.

Rarity’s here too… Why did they have tah follow me? Ah asked them not to come…! Why does she have tah be here!?

“Oh Applejack, thank heavens!” The suave tone shot through the orange barrel.

Rarity tried to seem more at ease than what she had been for the last few hours. Flicking a strain of mane back, the gray unicorn internally blamed the sun, heat and sand for how warm her body felt and the shortness of breath. Applejack couldn’t look at the fashion designer, her own singing nerves reacting to the proximity of her crush. The rest of the friends barely noticed Rarity’s sudden behavior, but weren’t willing to let the escapee from their sight to figure out what was wrong.

“We're so glad you're safe!” Fluttershy’s words, said at an audible volume, caused the orange earth pony to look away, guilt flooding her body.

Shucks… They weren’t supposed to think Ah was in any sort of danger… What if my family thinks so too? This ain’t turnin’ out the way Ah was hopin’...

“I found her I found her I found her I found her...! Be right back!” Pinkie’s hyper chant bounced along with her, paused only when she remembered why she had to use the outhouse in the first place.

AJ didn’t watch this departure and instead began to edge closer to the post office. The rest of the group encircled her, as both a means to prevent another escape and to make sure everypony could hear properly. Rarity, her heart full of lead and lips tightly shut to prevent any other unlady-like moments from happening in front of her crush, followed behind the orange pony.

Mustn’t do anything rash… You mustn’t do anything rash… Just like how Applejack wouldn’t, right? Oooh, that mare! If she doesn’t have a very good reason for leaving m-us…! And that mare doesn’t count!

Rarity watched Applejack anxiously respond, her voice and stance utterly different than what she normally would be like. The farmer wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze and she sounded more monotone than the dramatic mare when she’s trying to dissuade conversation.

Oh, who am I kidding?! Of course that-that ‘mare’ counts. She counts as a reason for why Applejack isn’t herself, why she left, why she didn’t come back!

“Uh, hey everypony... Uhhh, what's up?” Applejack glanced to each friend except Rarity, pushing aside the guilt to appear as neutral as possible.

Her hooves felt like pieces of boulders, heavy and stiff. Her senses sang with the presence of the fashion unicorn, though they immediately stung with guilt at the distress she could sense even from a distance. Suddenly her sight was filled with multicolored hues as Rainbow shoved her face into the farmer’s space.

“Why didn't you come back to Ponyville?”

The earth pony flicked her ears nervously. While she heard the question, her attention was on the unicorn and the pain buried deep in her eyes. It wasn’t something the rest of the girls noticed, but to one who had long stared into their depths and who memorized every facet, it was as plain as the broad side of a barn. Each of the group took a moment to enter direct field of vision of the apple farmer, which was currently looking in Rarity’s direction as she spoke up.

“Yes, why are you here?” Why didn’t you come back? Rarity wanted to pile the earth mare with questions. But her throat became stuck, leaving her only able to watch the other girls step forward to ask questions of their own. The unicorn tried to keep as still as possible, afraid that any excess motion would trigger the tears that were building up behind her eyes.

“Are you ok?”

Both Rarity and Applejack looked to Fluttershy as she stepped forward. Both felt sharp pangs in their hearts as they wanted to ascertain that for themselves of the other, but couldn’t due to how they were in full view of their friends. AJ instead bit the inside of her lip, turning her gaze from the pale gray unicorn. It helped when a pink blob jumped into the field of view.

“Do you have any snacks?” Everypony frowned in confusion before Twilight walked forward and tried to keep things focused.

“Tell us what happened Applejack!”

The orange mare couldn’t face the others, dropping her eyes to the ground while her hooves fidgeted in a desire to leave. Why did she have tah come? Why did they all have tah come after me? Ah sent them a letter! A letter that said Ah was fine! Wh-what am Ah gonna do….?

Just before the apple seller could decide on anything, the strongest being to escape, another southern voice rang out over top of the building crowd.

“Applejack? Are these some of your Ponyville friends?” Cherry Jubilee stepped out of the post office with a bright smile. Her gaze sought out AJ’s and found a desperate plea for help. Jubilee barely kept the laughter from her voice at finding such a strong and determined mare corralled by the mere presence of concerned friends.

Please please please Miss Jubilee! Help me!

Rarity, seeing a sophifiscated mare with more fashion sense than the blonde ever shown, bristled. She took a breath and plastered on a smile, striding forward with Twilight to speak with the new mare. Is THIS the mare that has taken m- our Applejack from-from, uh, Ponyville?! This is something I must see for myself!

“Yes ma’am.” The polite agreement from Twilight helped to remind the alabaster unicorn to try and keep a more civil tone.

“And you are…?”

The cold, detached tone from a usually very sociable mare made Applejack flinch. She bit her lip, looking between her crush and the mare who offered to help. Jubilee smiled a little wider and continued down the steps.

“Why, I’m Cherry Jubilee, boss of Cherry Hill Ranch.” The older farmer stopped by the fashion designer for a second, giving another extra warm smile that was received with a frosty stare. “Hasn’t Applejack told ya?”

What does she mean, hasn’t Applejack told us?! Is it a cover up? A facade to hide the true reason!?

Rarity stiffened before checking with the others that she hadn’t indeed missed any information. Applejack flinched at the drama mare’s reaction and continued to watch the cherry farmer walk closer.

“I saw her compete at the Equestria Rodeo. Never saw anypony win so many ribbons in all my life!” Cherry Jubilee stepped closer to the orange farmer with a smirk. Her eyes seemed to twinkle a little more as though enjoying a lovely joke. Applejack tried to mask her anxious gulp and subtly ask the cream-coated mare to not lead the conversation in that direction.

“Aww shucks Miss Jubilee, ya don't have tah go intah all that...” The orange pony ducked her head which was heavy with the knowledge of why she actually didn’t go back.

Jubilee walked forward, keeping the tailor in the corner of her eye, and lifted AJ’s head back up. She smiled warmly, assuring with her stare that she wouldn’t sell out the other earth pony. The grin grew bigger however when she noticed the fuming expression on Rarity’s face, something that Applejack didn’t see due to the angle.

Hooves off! She’s mine! Well, ok, maybe not quite yet, but uh, well, if I had only the chance and uh- oh dear. I… I don’t have any claim at all! And it may yet be too late! Rarity felt her indignation dissipate while she herself deflated. Her limbs shook as they lost all strength and it was only the thought of all the dirt under her getting into her fur that prevent the picky pony from dropping onto the ground.

“Aw, she's so modest! Anyways, I could always use a pony with quick hooves and a strong back. So when I heard Applejack was looking for a change of scenery I snapped her up quick as I could and brought her to Dodge Junction. Well, I'll let ya catch up with your friends; see ya back at the ranch!” Cherry Jubilee smiled and, ignoring the now anxiously sweating mare, went back to her farm. Her ears strained to catch what little conversation she could before leaving hearing range.

“Change of scenery?! What's that's supposed to mean!?” The husky voice near-shouted while the pegasus flew closer to the earth pony. Everyone else in the group watched Applejack anxiously while Rarity started to wobble in place, fury and disbelief flooding her mind.

Snap her up!?! Snap her up?!?!?! Sh-she-she-! That mare IS trying to take Applejack away! We can’t let her! I won’t let her! Even if it does mean putting myself in a VERY unlady-like position. This Cherry Jubilee may NOT have my Applejack. If she really wants just a change of ‘scenery’ then I shall take her on the best vacation she ever had in her life!

“...no big deal guys. Ah thought cherries would be a nice change from apples, so Ah took the job an' came here. That's it. End of story...” Applejack’s explanation didn’t help to settle anypony’s agitation. They merely grew more concerned as the earth pony tried to walk away.

The world seemed to drop away from Rarity’s hooves, leaving floating in a rapidly growing darkness as the phrase ‘change from apples’ started to circle in her mind. She lost track of everyone else’s presence, even as they stood next to one another facing the orange coated farmer. A nice change… Change… She doesn’t like her life in Ponyville anymore… Not her work… And not the ponies there either… The Apples ARE her family… They are supposed to be close… and yet, and yet…!

“That's it? That's a terrible story.” The high pitch voice of Pinkie Pie drifted by, barely registering in the dazed mare’s ears.

End…? That’s the end…? No… No, it can’t be… Rarity could feel her eyes glaze over with water, her whole body falling to pieces with despair. Shining blue sapphire orbs sought out comforting apple green and found them. For a second, the world vanished for the two ponies, each seeing and recognizing the pain they both had before it was gone. Guilt and shame caused Applejack to drop her sight and try to leave once more.

“Sorry but that's all there is tah tell. Thanks for checkin' up on me but y'all can go home now. Tell mah family hi an' that Ah'm doin' a-ok.” Why did Rarity have tah come? She looks like she ain’t had any sleep in weeks, red hidin’ under that make-up she wears… Why did they all have tah come? Please Rare, please go home...

“Excuse me AJ but we didn't travel all over Equestria searching for you to come home without you!”

Sky blue fur showed over top of the brim of the farmer’s hat. Knowing what her brasher friend was like, especially with that tone of voice, Applejack kept her stare forward and voice firm. “Well Ah didn't ask you to come lookin' for me. There is nothing tah tell an' Ah'm not going back to Ponyville.”

Feeling the weight of sad blue eyes on her back, AJ quickly trotted off. She barely felt the saddlebags resting on her sides as she kept her pace just below a gallop. The brim of her hat continuously threatened to fly off but Applejack made sure to push it back down just before that time.

Why in the hay did Miss Jubilee do that? She left me to talk with ‘em when she knew Ah was tryin’ to avoid it!

When she turned the corner to start towards the farmhouse, she found a tall red beehive style mane first before noting the earth pony waiting for her. Cherry Jubilee was facing towards town with a half-smirk. Catching sight of the frazzled farmer, the smirk grew until it was a full-fledged smile.

“There ya are. Did you an’ your friends have a nice little ol’ chat?”

Applejack stomped a hoof with a scowl. “Now why’d you do that Miss Jubilee? That went as horribly as a piece of cob tossed to a pack of hungry hogs.”

“That might be, but were ya able to talk with them?” Cherry shrugged before staring deeply into apple green orbs. Finding her answer there and in the pungent silence, she sighed. “Nothin’ will start if ya don’t put one hoof in front of the other.”

The blonde pouted sullenly, remaining quiet. The older mare sighed again before turning around, in the direction of the farm.

“Well, alright, but those are some loyal friends ya got there. If they were willing to chase ya all way down to little ol’ Dodge Junction, a couple of streets won’t be much of a barrier for them.”

Jubilee checked on the other mare but found she was still sulking. Chuckling to herself, she looked forward again even as she raised her voice to be heard.

“That one mare sure was a looker. I can see why she’s got you more star struck than the night sky in summer time.” The cherry farmer saw the undivided attention and wide eyed stare the statement earned. She lifted a hoof to pat at her beehive of a mane, the very soul of disinterest. “Why, I may try for her myself, if you don’t make a move to do any sort of talkin’. Purple and red go together don’t they?”

Applejack stopped. Her face wearing a deep scowl, she furiously opened her mouth to refute the older farmer only to see that joking twinkle in light green orbs. She blew out all of her anger and stress in one go and started forward again, adjusting her hat while she walked.

“Yer messin’ with me ain’t ya…?” When she saw the tiny smirk form, AJ sighed and allowed her head to drop down briefly. “That wasn’t very kind of ya… You really think talkin’ will help…?”

“Sugar, trackin’ you down from Canterlot to Dodge Junction shows they haven’t given up on ya yet. Don’t you be giving up on them either. Nor that mare of yours. Seemed right angry when I was standing close to ya.” Jubilee smiled teasingly at the look of bewilderment on Applejack’s face.

Together, the two earth ponies returned to the cherry farm. Along the way, AJ tried to pry more information of what had occurred while she was internally panicking, but Cherry was amused and silent. The other workers, a few earth ponies and some pegasi, saw the exchanges and laughed. They had each had a turn being their fun-loving boss’ target of cheering and knew it to be in good spirit.

Applejack dropped off the packages in the main house. Cherry Jubilee smiled knowingly and asked the stubborn mare to collect cherries. Most of the workers were sorting that day and the fields were devoid of beings, giving Applejack the peace and space she was hoping for. She didn’t look to the sky, wanting to avoid seeing it as part of a dejected face that would break her spirit entirely. Any time she almost looked upwards, she’d pull the stetson down to cover her eyes and keep moving along.

-NSSSL-

The fashionista followed the group, mind foggy. When they approached a dark red and cream colored hotel, a tiny flicker of anger lit inside of the alabaster barrel. She slowly woke up in time to hear how they were starting to organize rooms. Wanting to be alone to suffer in peace, Rarity spoke up with only minor hesitation.

“Then I guess I shall take a si-”

“Uhm, Rarity? Could I... Could I stay with you?”

The unicorn paused at the polite interruption and stared with mild confusion to the canary pegasus. “Of course darling. We will be sharing a room as well. And you Rainbow Dash?”

Rarity watched the sky blue mare closely, her sense of romance and drama slowly waking back up. As Rainbow answered, the pale-gray pony peeked at Fluttershy who stood by her side.

“Nah, I'll just find a nice cloud and sleep in the sky when it comes down to it.”

While most stared at the brash pegasus, Rarity looked to her left and found Fluttershy was frowning sadly at the ground. The unicorn gave herself a mental shake, taking a deep breath and releasing it along with the melancholy she felt.

Rarity, if you can pull yourself together, maybe you can help at least one friend today. But you must pull. Yourself. Together!

Once they had their keys in hoof, the group went upstairs to set down their bags. Rarity closed the door behind the duo. The soft click made the shyer mare jump in place. She twirled in place with wide eyes only to take a calming breath when she saw it was only the fashion unicorn.

“Sorry darling, didn’t mean to startle you.” Rarity tried to smile and found Fluttershy returning the weak attempt as well. “I, uhm, was merely wondering if everything is ok with, uh, Rainbow Dash…?”

When the brash pegasus’ name was mentioned, Fluttershy winced and shuffled her hooves. Rarity trailed off, her mind uncertain and still reeling from the day’s events. She stepped closer and reached out a hoof to the pegasus’ shoulder.

“D-darling…?”

“Well… uhm…. I… it-well…” Fluttershy began to bend over into herself, her muzzle on fire. Rarity, seeing the bright red fur, leaned closer and woke up further from her state of numbness.

“Fluttershy...?”

“Well, it’s an awful lot like… when Rainbow Dash…” The pegasus couldn’t help but cower further, embarrassment and depression filling her center. The other mare frowned and slid closer, fully embracing her friend.

“You know you can tell me anything dear…” At Rarity’s assurances, Fluttershy took a breath and stretched out her neck, eyes closed tight.

“It’s like when Rainbow Dash and I were fillies!”

The normal volume ‘shout’ echoed in their room. Rarity blinked a few times before her heart wrenched painfully. The other pony was shaking, her own eyes already overflowing with tears.

“Darling… You mean that when you both were younger, not only did you know one another, but Rainbow Dash left you behind?” The unicorn levitated several handkerchiefs and pressed one to the yellow cheek. “I had assumed that you knew one another before, but I hadn’t realized…”

“W-well because of some-uh, some personal reasons, she left to travel Equestria…” Fluttershy glanced to the gray pony and reached up to wipe at the tears she found under blue orbs.

Rarity frowned for a second before looking confusedly at the wetness. She reached up with her free hoof and found tears were also flowing freely from her own eyes. While the tailor used one of her spare handkerchief for herself, Fluttershy continued to explain quietly.

“It’s not exactly the same… I… I didn’t find Rainbow again until after I moved to Ponyville…” Teal orbs floated over the sparse furniture. “And she just, uhm, she appeared one day and… and said that she was living in the area now…”

“Oh darling… You poor thing... You might not have been able to find her before… But she’s here now.” Rarity held her friend as she tried to stop any more tears from flowing. “She’s… she’s here now…! But Applejack doesn’t want to be either…!”

Fluttershy’s lip trembled as Rarity broke down in tears as well and reached out with hooves and wings to embrace the unicorn. Together, the two mares sobbed, holding each other up. Their cries weren’t very loud, as they were equally conscious of the ponies in the building. Both felt like their centers were being shredded by the very ponies who wouldn’t normally leave but did. It took several minutes before either could start to settle down. Rarity, used to sudden crying sessions, was the first of the two to recover.

“F-fluttershy… Were you able to talk with Rainbow Dash…?” The unicorn tried to find a dry spot to wipe clear both her and the pegasus’ eyes. Fluttershy sniffled gently.

“Well, only-only recently… Just before we left to try and find Applejack…”

Rarity gasped, hoof flying to her mouth before dropping it to rest against her chest. Leaning forward, she rested her forehead against her friend’s whose tipped forward.

“Fluttershy, darling, I’m so sorry… At-... At least you were able finally talk about what happened….”

Fluttershy turned her head aside, closing her eyes in pain. “We, we started to but…”

The prissy unicorn gasped once more, hoof right back against her cheek. “No, surely-!” She trailed off when she saw the pegasus sadly nod. Together, they reached out for another hug.

“She-we… We started to talk about it, but had to put it on hold… Maybe, once we get back… We’ll be able to finish talking about it…” Fluttershy twitched her wings with a resigned exhale. A flash of pale blue caught her attention.

“Then all the more reason to get this over with.” Rarity weakly grinned as she held make-up in her magical field. “But perhaps not looking like we’ve spent most of the afternoon crying…?”

Fluttershy wanly smiled, nodding before swiping at her eyes. Rarity quickly covered the tear tracks and hid most of the signs of crying. Giving both of their manes one final touch up, she went slow enough to hide her shaking hoof.

You see, Rarity you fool of a mare? You aren’t the only one suffering here. At least crying has been shown to help release tension…

“There! I believe we are going to be as fine as we can be, considering… We’ll show those brash, athletic mares just who is stronger.” The tailor spared a slim smile with her friend who looked up with gratitude. Seeing the agreeing nod, Rarity lightly nudged Fluttershy up into motion.

Together with the group, they started to work on the next phase of their plan to talk with the apple farmer. They still had the afternoon to get to Cherry Hill Ranch and volunteer their services. Twilight led the group up to the farmhouse where they found Cherry Jubilee going over records in the middle of the the main room. The walls were pale cream with red trim, and all the furniture were a dark cherry tint. Jubilee was sitting by the main desk with papers shrewn about.

“Well howdy! How can I help y’all?” Cherry cast her sights over each mare, looking at Rarity the longest before coming to a stop on the leader once more.

Yes, of course, NOW you would like to be helpful… Certainly not before, when you were trying to take Applejack from where she belongs… Rarity’s teeth found they didn’t want to unclench in time to respond. The other unicorn, being in the lead of the group, didn’t notice anything wrong and spoke up.

“Hi! We were wondering if we could help with any of the farm work.” Twilight firmly stated with a polite grin.

“Oh? What kind were ya thinking of?” Jubilee shifted her sight from the lavender unicorn to the pale-gray one, brow raised questionally.

“I imagine you can guess easily why we are here. We wouldn’t want to impose of course,” Rarity spoke coolly. “But we are on a mission afterall.”

The cherry seller chuckled. She waved a hoof as she stood up. “I may have just the thing for y’all. Why don’t y’all follow me and we’ll set ya up cherry farm style!”

She’s laughing?! I, for one, do not see what is so funny about this! How can Applejack be so- so captured by her? The tailor watched with a suspicious glare, her thoughts tumbling in confusion. She tried to analyze every movement of the older mare to find the secret of why Applejack had traveled all the way out here.

Cherry Jubilee walked around the desk and signaled for the group to follow her. They trotted out to the barn and came to a stop in front of a set of lockers.

“Use the clothes in these here lockers, have to meet with safety regulations of course. I’ll go get our mutual friend and be back in a jiffy.” The older mare winked in their direction before trotting out again.

She’s so stylish! If it weren’t for her being part of why Applejack didn’t return home, I may have loved to work with her! Rarity gnashed her teeth in frustration as she opened a locker. Seeing its contents, she paused with a slow blink. Though maybe she doesn’t have all that much style…

Orange hooves stomped over the dirt. Plastered over most of the fur was crushed red and yellow cherries. The once white uniform was heavily stained. The other few workers paused, mouths open in surprise and shock.

Them gosh darn mares… Drivin’ me more crazy than a pony looking for Great Uncle Needle at the Haystack Apple Festival!

Applejack took a swipe at her face, carefully closing her eyes to avoid getting more cherries into them. It didn’t help to clear her face however. When she got to the farmhouse, she stopped on the doorstep, not wanting to dirty the floors by going anywhere near it. Another worker, edging around the stiff limbed mare, said he would get Cherry on her behalf. Applejack dipped her head slowly, her frayed nerves and gritted teeth stopping her from being her usual polite self.

When Cherry Jubilee did step outside to see her latest temporary help, she couldn’t help falling against the doorframe with laughter shaking her entire body. AJ exhaled slowly, trying not to lose her temper at a boss figure.

“O-oh sugar, ya look more furious than a hedgehog in a pillow factory!” The older mare wiped at a tear, breathing deeply to control the merriment. “Don’t you worry ‘bout that uniform, let’s get you over to the showers for clean up.”

Still giggling every few paces, Jubilee lead the way to the showers. The bathrooms had a back entrance for the workers, so they wouldn’t have to enter the building filthy after a day of work. The last few employees who hadn’t seen Applejack snuck around and chuckled from afar, earning a sharp glare from the earth pony.

“What happened Applejack?” The soft and much gentler tone brought AJ back from another round of glaring. The red-maned pony still held a twinkle of happiness in her gaze, though it was offset by her serious and concerned face.

“Them... Them gosh darn mares drive me battier than a vampire fruit bat in a vegetable market!” Applejack ripped off her cap, flinging cherry paste in an arch.

Cherry Jubilee didn’t bat an eye and started one of the shower stalls, her gentle smile never wavering. Together, they got the apron and bags off, placing them into the corresponding bins. Once the water was warm enough, AJ stepped into the stream, pulling off her hair ties and letting it cover her face.

“There Ah was, tryin’ tah get yer work done, but they wouldn’t leave me alone! I didn’t mean to pick up speed, honest!” The mostly orange farmer swiveled around to look pleadingly to the other pony. “They pested me into forgettin’ how quick my hooves were workin’! If it weren’t for Fluttershy’s shout, Ah would have pulled in yer whole store of cherries too fast for even Rainbow Dash to sort them.”

Cherry raised both brows in surprise. The pulley system was designed to be hard to speed up, and it took an extremely strong pony to make it go that fast. She took another look at the splatter from the cherries and her expression turned from shocked to highly impressed.

“So, one of them shouted at ya and you stopped…?” Jubilee hoofed over a bottle of mane shampoo, and waited patiently as AJ lathered up. As she ran both hooves through the blonde strands, Applejack chuckled briefly.

“Well, that is a funny thin’... Fluttershy don’t yell hardly ever. Hearing her yell darn near gave me a heart attack.” The orange pony waited for the soap to be rinsed out before continuing. “When Ah put on the brakes, all the cherries Ah was pumpin’ in came flyin’ at me.”

At this point of the retelling, Applejack paused, letting the water rush over her fur, pulling both fruit paste and anger from her. She peeked over to the boss and found Cherry still there with a gentle grin and body wash in hoof.

“What in th’ world were they asking you that caused such a reaction…?”

“... They… They wanted to know why Ah didn’t go back…” Aj didn’t need to see the other mare to know she was smiling in satisfaction. “But Ah ain’t ready to tell them. Ah ain’t had much time to think at all. An’... An’ Rarity…” The washing pony slowed to a halt, the half finished work started to float away in the running water.

“I told ya that they would keep tryin’. But if you really need that time to yourself to think, why don’t ya take the evening off? After supper, head on out for a walk.” Cherry dropped off a towel within hoof distance of the stall. “I’ll leave ya be. You know where to find me if ya need anything.”

Applejack watched the other farmer leave. Once alone, she finished cleaning up and dried off as best as she could. Her mane, which was thicker and took longer to dry, she left down. Leaving her hat in the room assigned to her, AJ avoided the dinner table where she heard her friends chat about what had occurred in the factory.

With everyone enjoying a meal in their homes, the orange pony found the town quiet and peaceful. Lost in thought, Applejack walked around the circumference of the settlement, adjusting to the dwindling light until the stars appeared overhead. Finding an empty spot just outside of the town, she sat down, looking to the twinkling lights far above the world.

-NSSSL-

Rarity couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t the roommate; Fluttershy was a quiet sleeper who curled up in her bed. Even the gentle night atmosphere would help the most restless sleep. But there was some sense that kept her from drifting off.

Oh who am I kidding…? It’s not a what, it’s… Applejack…

The tailor sighed and sat up. Gently setting the blankets aside, she went to the single window and looked out. Off to the right, on a smooth slope that overlooked the nearby cherry fields, was a speck of gold flowing on the weak breeze.

Is… Is that…? Can’t be… Rarity felt electricity shoot through her hooves, urging her to motion. She barely managed to keep quiet as she rushed down the stairs. Once outside, her hooves began to trip over creases unseen in the darkness as she tried to run to the hill. The surrounding area was hushed, everypony else asleep during the darkest part of the night. Stepping on and breaking one of the few sticks, Rarity stumbled to a halt a few paces upwind of the earth pony. Applejack turned at the sound, the wind blowing her mane to flow behind her. Beautiful…

The blonde went still, eyes taking in the scene before her. The fashionista stood, one hoof paused mid step, while the wind blew out her curl in front of her, adding a mysterious and almost sensual air to her. She’s beautiful… What can Ah do…? Ah haven’t been able to keep any of my promises… An’ now she’s paying the price...

“Applejack… darlin’... Why…?” Rarity found that once again, she couldn’t raise her voice above a soft volume. She inched closer, going moderately in case, like a wild creature, the apple farmer took flight once more.

“Rare… Ah… didn’t mean for everypony to get worried…” Applejack matched the sound, her eyes soft as she stepped closer to the unicorn. Neither mare noticed the cold or how the wind picked up slightly, twirling their manes around their solitary forms.

“No matter what, we would have been worried…” The unicorn continued to move forward, eyes shining in the darkness.

“We…?” The stetson-less farmer repeated, her head tilted a half inch.

“Yes, we; everyone in Ponyville… Your family, your friends, your neighbors… Me… I was worried.” Rarity couldn’t keep looking at the brilliance before her and glared to the ground. Feeling her eyes fill for the unptinth time that day, she shoved the words past a constricted throat. “I was so worried that something just awful happened to you… Why didn’t you come back!?!”

Sapphire orbs, filled with water and in pain, looked beseechingly to the earth pony. The suffering that laced the last phrase tore through Applejack’s core, leaving her breathless. She tried to take a breath, only to fill her nose with the very faint perfume the sophisticated mare wore. It… must have been a long while since she went to one of those fancy makeovers o’ hers… Because of me… Ah ain’t worth her time… She needs somepony who wouldn’t cause her so much pain.

“Because… Because y’all be better without me. Ya don’t need me messing up your life.” Unable to continue watching grief fill the unicorn’s eyes, Applejack turned in place and started to walk back to the farm. “Look, you girls go on home. Ah’ll go back after gettin’ some work done for Miss Jubilee.”

Rarity felt the numbness flood her system, threatening to overtake her body and rendering it immobile. The world around her started to crumble, merging with the darkness. She reached out with a hoof that couldn’t cross the growing distance between the two.

“N-no…! You- you stubborn mare! We are NOT better without you! Please, we came all this way…” Don’t leave me, please! Rarity’s throat finished with its threat to close up, cutting off the rest of her words. No! No, I need to say it outloud!

“R-ra….” Applejack stopped, guilt filling her veins. Her heart pounded, threatening to burst from her chest to comfort the depressed unicorn. She’s… She’s not doin’ well. She ain’t herself… Goes to show that Ah ain’t what she needs. She needs somepony who would actually be able to help her, not drag her down with failure after failure… “Sugarcube… Go on home. Ya don’t know what yer talkin’ about.”

The earth pony forced the lead in her barrel and hooftips to move and ran for the cherry farm. Her eyes streamed tears while her ears were flat against her skull, trying to ignore the wail of anguish coming from behind her.

Rarity couldn’t keep standing as she watched the blonde and orange form dash away. Her hoof continued to stretch out while her wide eyes poured with salty tears. Her pale-gray barrel landed with a soft thud on to the sand, making dust and grit to fling into the air. No! Don’t- don’t go!

“Don’t leave me! Please! I-I… I love you!” The wind, picking up steadily, tore her words away into the night. The retreating mare didn’t pause or flinch, having already traveled a great distance, fueled on by sorrow. “Darlin’, I love you…! You haven’t ruined anything-!”

Rarity cried out in agony, what little make-up that hadn’t been washed away smearing on her cheeks as hot tracks burned down the sides of her face. The dirt below her soaked up the wetness, leaving a patch of mud for her mane to stick to. Her heart crumbled in on itself, dropping down past her stomach which rebelled at the ache in limbs and barrel. It threatened to expel its contents as she started to hiccup from lack of air. The dramatic mare finally understood the heartbreak written about in the racy romance novels she kept hidden at home. And it no longer seemed half as romantic as it was soul crushing. She couldn’t move as heart, mind and voice cried out for the apple of her eye to return.

She stayed there, a half mile outside of town, sobbing her torment to the world, for hours. It drifted on the wind, haunting the settlement and causing many to have disturbing dreams that were quickly forgotten in the morning. Even after the heart wrenching cries trailed off, Rarity finally falling into an uneasy sleep, the sound echoed in Applejack’s ears for eternity.

Applejack returned to the hill long after the sobbing went silent. Finding the once-prim mare lying in a patch of wet sand, the blonde sighed gustily. She reached out with her neck, ignoring the almost completely gone perfume and soft velvety fur, to picked up the unicorn with ease. She used a hoof to help hold the unicorn on the strong back. When Rarity shifted in place, mumbling pleas for Applejack to not leave, the farmer paused, checking that the gray pony was still asleep. Realizing that the crying had exhausted the fashion designer, the earth mare felt her insides drop to the bottom of her hooves. She bit her lip to prevent anything else from being said that would hurt the unicorn as she slowly made her way back to town. It didn’t take more than a half-smile and jerk of her head for Applejack to ask the hotel desk staff which room Rarity was currently staying in. The stairs proved to be a difficult challenge but it was one the stubborn mare was willing to beat to help her crush in anyway she could.

The earth mare wiped off all the dirt that she could once she had set the unicorn in bed, but she didn’t want to risk waking the dramatic mare. She brushed a few loose strands from the pale-gray face, taking one last chance to watch her crush before leaving without alerting anypony else. AJ didn’t sleep that night, instead watching the skyline with bloodshot eyes.

Cherry Jubilee entered the room the next morning and noticed immediately the weakened state. She rushed to the orange pony, placing a hoof under her chin to make AJ face her.

“Sugar, what’s wrong? What happened?”

The despondent earth pony slowly turned to face the older mare. Blinking extra slowly, she couldn’t keep a tremble from her voice.

“Ah… Ah’ve hurt her. Ah don’t deserve her, or my family, or nopony…!”

Jubilee tugged the younger mare into a hug. She made soothing sounds, rubbing at the opposing shoulder than the one that was held against her chest.

“Sugar, what do you mean? You’re as dizzy as a windchime in a tornado. Take it slow, what happened last night…?”

“Ah… Ah went for that walk. Later on, Rarity found me an’ came up to talk.” Green orbs started to fill with water, flicking down to the ground in shame. “She hasn’t been doin’ so well. Maybe the others can’t see it, but it’s as plain to me as a snowmare’s nose to a reindeer. An’ Ah knew it was because of me.

“Ah couldn’t hold up in the competition, and Ah couldn’t face the results. Ah… Ah couldn’t go home empty hoofed. With only excuses and no bits to help anypony… Then they went and used up their extra time tah track me down. To find me. An’ Ah still can’t tell ‘em why!”

Cherry exhaled heavily, her eyes half-shutting as understanding bloomed in her mind. She shook her head slowly, looking to the sky as she tried to think of the best way to address the obvious.

“Applejack…You may think that it’s impossible now, but so long as ya don’t give up, nothing’s impossible.” The cherry farmer stared into tired green eyes. “Ya may be embarrassed by what’s happened, but you know what ya need to do… Talk with ‘em. Tell them what happened.”

AJ shuddered while her mind tried to deny the solution. She shook her head, eyes finally falling closed. A whimper started to grow in her throat.

“You’ve been hurt, an’ that nice mare you’ve got an eye on been hurt too. But really, unless ya want to regret this for a long time, yer going to have to try something…” Jubilee saw that the blonde still didn’t want to agree and tightened her embrace for a second. Releasing the stubborn earth pony, she rubbed her back for a second. “Tell ya what, head on out to collect from the fields. By the time supper time comes ‘round, know what yer going to tell them.”

Applejack drooped in place as the support walked out the bedroom door. She ran a hoof through her mane only to get stuck right away in tangles caused by the night’s wind. Ah better clean up some… It might feel like everything’s ruined, but the day has only started… The rest of the morning was used to wash up and remove the knots from her mane. Once that was done, she put her hat back on her head and headed out to the fields for a hopefully relaxing afternoon of work.

Please, Ah jus’ need time to myself… Please let the girls’ leave me alone…

-NSSSL-

The sun shined overhead with few clouds around to block it. Cherry trees swayed in a light wind and from the few workers who shook its branches to retrieve its bounty. The group of friends, their mission to terrorize their runaway friend into submission completed, were splitting up to relax for the rest of their afternoon. The cute couple left for a romantic picnic. The pegasi and remaining unicorn went for lunch at the local bakery. Rarity found herself giving the cherry tarts they had ordered the stink eye and unable to eat much.

“Uhm… Rarity… Are you ok…?” Fluttershy timidly asked from her side of the table. Rainbow looked up from her meal, crumbs dripping from her muzzle.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry darling, I was merely thinking.” Rarity used a napkin to dab at her mouth even though it didn’t require it. “I believe I shall meet you girls back at the hotel a little later, there was something I wanted to see before leaving.”

Rainbow frowned curiously at the unicorn, turning to look at the other pegasus only to find her just as confused. They shrugged and returned to their meal. The unicorn didn’t however, wanting something less sweet than cherries to eat and knowing she wouldn’t be able to enjoy the red fruit until they got their runaway friend back home.

The mare trotted quickly through the town to the fields on the eastern side. Not wanting to be seen by any of the workers collecting cherries, she slinked through some of the trees until she reached the vicinity of the one apple farmer among them. The unicorn stood far enough not to be noticed and watched the orange mare work.

Instead of the usual solid whack, AJ had to gently shake the trees, her strength being too much for the more delicate trees. Rarity found the sound unsettling, though once she watched the same motion long enough, the issue faded into the background as the tailor tried to memorize each motion the farmer took.

I won’t give up… I’ll show her how much she means to me, one way or another. Lady-like behavior or not, I will not give up!

They jus’ don’t give up…

“So, Ah’ll be getting out of your mane today. Can’t thank ya enough for lettin’ me stay while Ah got my head on straight…” AJ smiled thinly to the older mare. “Sorry my friends an’ me messed up some of your supplies.”

“Don’t you worry none sugar, so long as you’ve got your head on straight now.” Cherry beamed only to frown pensively when the apple seller seemed to be too stiff to have properly settled her heart and mind. “You sure you don’t need to stay longer?”

“Eenope.” Applejack packed up her saddlebags and made sure her hat was still firmly on her head. Those mares are gonna wreck more things if Ah don’t do somethin’ fast. Whether it’s talkin’ to them or leavin’ once again… “Ah’m sure one way or other, Ah won’t be comin’ back. Thanks again for yer help and suggestions…”

“Well, if ya say so… If y’all need any kind of help, stop on by!” Cherry Jubilee walked the younger mare to the edge of farm. Before Applejack could walk away, the older mare reached out and stopped her with a hoof on her shoulder. “However sugar, I am going to need ya to promise me something.”

“Huh? What’s that?” AJ stared bewilderingly to the other pony.

“You’ve got to promise me that you won’t give up. That yer are going to keep trying and actually talk to your mare.” Jubilee stared seriously at the apple farmer, gaze delving deeply into the uncertain eyes. “Do ya promise Applejack?”

The blonde sagged, unable to hold the look. She cast her mind and thoughts for a response, and lit up with a potential solution.

“A-alright, well, then if Ah’m not supposed to give up on getting my special somepony, then you’ve got to try again too.”

Cherry stiffened in surprise, eyebrows shooting upwards. After a few seconds, she tilted her head back and guffawed.

“There’s some of the ol’ spirit back! You’ve got yerself a deal there sugar!” The farmer pulled her younger friend close and gave her a light, friendly shake. “I’ll try again, find that stallion of mine, while you try an’ talk to your friends and the mare that stole your heart.”

Applejack smiled warmly for what felt like the first time in forever and chuckled to herself. “Alrighty then. Guess it’s a deal. Thanks again Miss Jubilee.”

“Don’t you worry none. Take care now ya hear!”

The blonde nodded goodbye, grin in place, and headed into town. There were a few other ponies out in the early morning. Applejack tipped her hat to them and continued to the hotel. With each step, she slowed down as her mind started to provide reasons to avoid explaining her actions.

Sure, Ah promised to try an’ talk with them, but those gals can be as stubborn as a bur in your tail. Ah ain’t ready tell the rest of them about my feelings for Rarity… But they wouldn’t give me an inch of breathin’ room if Ah did try tah explain… Heck, Rarity may think that it’s worse than that! She-she’s already been hurt bad, they should jus’ go home! Orange hooves came to a stop several paces away from the doorway. Apple green eyes floated upwards, imagining the alabaster mare packing up her saddlebags. Ah wasn’t able to prove nothing… Not why Ah should be pining after such a different mare, or how Ah could be any help to anypony. Ah… Ah just… Can’t.

Denial sharp and painful in her mind, Applejack turned around and ran for the train station. The early morning commuters were already waiting for the ticket booth to open for business. With each passing second, the apple seller felt an impending doom creep closer, causing her to jog in place anxiously. The other passengers frowned at the impolite actions but didn’t criticize her behavior.

Come on, come on, where’s that train? Wouldn’t surprise me if the girls got up super early to try an’ catch me…! Gotta get out of here, earn bits someplace else then finally get home… Forget all about special someponies… Especially ones that aren’t nowhere near my league…

-NSSSL-

Wind, loud and rushing, undid any mane that had been stylized that morning. Clouds of dust and sand were kicked up by the racing cart and carriage. The scenery blurred for the racers, focused as they were on their goal of escaping the pursuers and catching the pursued. Shouts, barely heard over the stomping hooves and raging wind, floated back and forth between the runners.

“Pull over!”

“Hey, cut that out! ... outrun them!”The southern accent, desperate and annoyed, echoed through Rarity’s chest, leaving piercing agony.

She… she truly does want to leave us! She doesn’t want to be anywhere near us! Anywhere near me!! How could this be?! Wh-what can we do? What should we do? Surely there’s something we can do, anything we can do to stop her! The distressed unicorn hardly felt the changes in speed or bumps in the road, focused instead on the stock of gold under a brown stetson. Even the pink pony standing beside Applejack didn’t drew much attention until it fell backwards with a distant call.

“Rarity catch me!”

The unicorn came to her senses a second later, when the earth pony was much too close to try and use any sort of magic. “Wha- Pinkie!” She was the only one of the two to scream as they tipped over the side of their cart and into open air.

The sand made for a soft landing place. The cactus did not. Nor was the rock that was hidden under a thin layer of sand. The sky and dirt was spinning, dancing around as Rarity tried to stand. Sharp pricks inside her mouth helped to focus. Turning her head, the distressed unicorn found pink invading most of her vision. Rarity chewed slightly, trying to adjust the pain in her mouth, and found she had to rudely spit to the side. Eyes widening at what had been in her mouth, the now dirty pale-gray mare flipped her hoof in a questioning manner. Pinkie just continued to grin widely, her main full of green cacti.

“Darling…” Rarity stressed the word, trying to keep a strong hoof on her temper that had long shot past boiling. “Why. Did. You. Do. That? We were catching up to her! We almost stopped her! Why did you do that?!?”

At the end of her questions, the prim pony had a hold of pink shoulders and shook them, barely restraining herself from going too far. Pinkie Pie’s smile grew larger with each shake. After Rarity stopped shaking the earth pony, Pinkie continued to bob back and forth for a little while longer. The tailor was distracted enough to get her temper back under control. The party mare continued to beam before bouncing up from sitting on the ground.

“I tooootally knew that my special little star will get little ol’ Applejack to talk!” Pinkie began to shake her mane. It didn’t work to loosen the cacti in her mane and tail, though it did help the dust to rise up and float dangerously close to the prim unicorn. “But I could just tell that you and me needed to talk aaaalll alone.”

Rarity stared wide eyed until Pinkie stretched her neck forward, invading the unicorn’s personal space. Finding the almost too wide grin to be unsettling, the tailor tried to back up but stopped when Pinkie reached out and knocked out the cactus in the purple strains.

“Talk darling…? Talk about what?” Rarity used a flash of magic to start pulling the cacti from the other mare’s mane and tail. It proved to be too much because Pinkie had shaken her head, rooting it more firmly in place, making the prim unicorn to frown nervously.

“Yepperoni! I wanted to see how it was coming along.”

“What do you mean, ‘coming along’...?” The pale-gray mare looked around at their surroundings, frowning in thought.

“Why, telling Applejack how you feel, silly!” Pinkie hopped past the dumbfounded mare. A gleeful smile still firmly in place. “That is why you really wanted to find her right?”

Rarity stared, jaw loose, before trotting after the hyperactive mare. The earth pony twirled mid-hop and bounced backwards as she looked to the unicorn. “Soooooo, were you able to talk with her?”

“I-I-... Pinkie, w-why do you think I feel any particular way for Applejack?” Rarity tried to fight the heavy blush on her muzzle, and when it didn’t work, she blamed it on the sunlight that mercilessly shined down. Pinkie stopped and looked at the other mare with a bewildered gaze.

“Well, you two are always doing stuff together right? And she drops everything to help you. Just like you always are willing to help in your own way.”

The two stood with the wind causing some tumbleweeds to drift by. Rarity couldn’t look at the confident face of Pinkie’s, and instead scowled furiously at the ground.

“... Was it always that obvious?”

“Well, duh! The readers have been going nuts for the past few chapters now.”

The unicorn stared blankly to the other mare, blinking slowly before coming to accept that it was at least very obvious. She sighed and released her tense stance, feeling relief that somepony else thought it was a worthy effort. She dropped to her knees gustily. The movement and sigh that went with it made the other mare jolt forward, hoof out to help.

“Rarity? Are you ok? Did she say something hurtful?” Pinkie’s sincere and gentle tones brought new tears to the sapphire blue orbs.

“O-oh, darling, you have no idea!” Rarity half laughed and half sobbed, looking to the blob of pink in her view. “She is just SO stubborn!”

Pinkie laughed nervously while Rarity continued to laugh madly, tears streaming down her face. As it kept going, the pink mare slowly stopped laughing and inched closer, ending with a hug to the sobbing unicorn. When Rarity managed to compose herself once more, Pinkie pulled back to check on her.

“But you’re going to keep trying, right?”

The no-longer-quite-alabaster mare gave her friend a watery smile. “Of course darling. It would be quite unlady-like to give up before even trying properly.”

“Good! It wouldn’t be a good way to end the story if we left it there.” Pinkie didn’t react to the blank face and instead turned, pulling the unicorn with her. She pointed off to the distance, where the mirage dissipated in time to show two dull gray lines set against the yellow and blue of the landscape around them. “And there lies our answer to our travel needs!”

Rarity couldn’t think of any response as she was pulled along. They arrived quickly to the train tracks and looked up and down for any locomotives. There was nothing for miles either way. Before the dramatic mare could faint from exhaustion, she felt her hoof pulled along in a strong and unflinching grip. If it weren’t for the scent of sugar and vanilla coming from the mare beside her, it would have been easy to think it was Applejack holding her hoof.

“La la la la la la la la la la….” The hyper mare’s voice broke through another daydream. “You know, I never did get an answer from Applejack about what I should name my cherry creation. What do you think? Should it be chimmy-cherry, or cherry-chunga?”

Oh, no… Oooh no… Not more talk about cherries! No, it simply can’t be!

“Oooooh, hey look Rare-bear! A hoofcar! That would be a great help!” Pinkie bounced happily, dragging the other mare along and came to a stop at the metal cart. Using a quick burst of leverage and unexpected motion, she had Rarity up on the opposing side and was soon pumping away at the lever in the center.

“O-oh, yes, I’m sure this will help, greatly…” The unicorn could already feel her muscles twitch from pain.

“You betcha! So now that we have our amazing ride! About my conundrum, should I go with Chimmicherry or cherrychunga? Chimmicherry, cherrychunga? Chimmicherry, cherrychunga…?”

Oooo…! When I get back, I must properly thank Rainbow Dash for this lovely moment… I suppose I shall have ample time to think of the best solution… Applejack will also have to suffer. But only after I finish plans to make her mine. We shall NOT have a repeat of this behavior!

Ah don’t think Ah’ll be doin’ this sort of thing again… Dumb idea… Still have to finish my talk with Rarity… Then talk with mah poor family who is probably worried to death…

The rhythmic train wheels reminded the returning farmer of when she first left her home town. Her friends were sitting around her, providing warmth and support to the still anxious mare. The lavender unicorn had professed worry for her marefriend, a feature that Applejack shared but couldn’t yet bring herself to voice.

Soon. Once Ah get everythin’ settled, Ah ain’t waiting any longer for Spike’s an’ my little competition to finish. Ah’m going to get a fancy dinner all set up and Ah’m gonna ask her to be mine.

Applejack found she was too wired to take a nap. Instead, she focused on the window, trying not to picture the prissy unicorn stuck out in the wilderness. If she ain’t back soon after we are, Ah’m gonna go and find her. Not goin’ to lose her again.

The soothing and hypnotic motion sent the returning friends into a trance, helping speed up the return trip. When the train started to slow down, the group woke up and checked on their surroundings. AJ couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped at the sight of her whole family and a few other members who were visiting waiting on the platform. It brought just a little warmth back to her heart, loosening some of the stinging clamps that had held it tight for the past few days. Applejack could tell that she would have to be among the first to exit the train.

No sooner had an orange hoof landed onto the wooden form than she was tackled into a ponypile of Apple Family members. Cries of joy, welcoming and questions rang out, muddled by the sheer amount of ponies talking at once. Applejack tried to reach and pet as many of her family as she could, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

“Ah’m sorry, Ah’m sorry everypony… Ah didn’t mean to scare y’all…”

“Applejaaack! Why were you gone so long! Why didn’t you come back!?” The high pitched voice carried over top of everypony else; helped by it’s location right by an orange ear.

“Ah was ashamed at how badly Ah did at the competition. Ah couldn’t get any extra bits for anypony.” Applejack felt a solid whack on the side of her head.

“Now ain’t that the silliest thin’ Ah ever heard in all mah years! Ya don’ scare yer family for feelin’ bad about losin’ a couple o’ games!” The elderly voice managed to reach past the more agile and excitable bodies that held the earth pony down. Another voice shouted to be heard, it’s younger tone helping the group to identify who spoke.

“Where's Rarity? And where's Pinkie Pie?” Sweetie Belle poked her head through the pile of pony limbs to peer fearfully into AJ’s face.

The returning mares shared uneasy glances before Applejack started to push her family members off. Free once more, she stepped closer to the young unicorn and leaned closer, placing a hoof on the thin shoulder.

“Rarity and Pinkie got separated when they were... followin' after me. They're comin' too, but it'll just be ah bit longer.” Noting the rapidly tearing gaze of the unicorn, Applejack continued on. “Don't ya worry none, Ah'm gonnah be right here waitin' fer them. Did- did ya want tah wait with me?”

When the filly nodded solemnly, the earth pony smirked and nudged her to follow. Together, they went to side beside Twilight who had already started a vigilance for the missing mares. They were joined by the others, both those who came with and those who had been waiting. During which Applejack didn’t let her hoof fall from the tiny unicorn’s back, reassuring both of them at the same time.

Hours later, a small hoofcar appeared on the horizon. The waiting crowd tensed, trying to identify the colors of the ponies riding it. Applejack gulped nervously. She could see the usual shade of purple, but it was a wild mess with bits of cacti in it and dirt throughout, something that wasn’t normal for the prissy unicorn. When the pink blur started to wave frantically, the group gave a sigh of relief.

While Pinkie Pie leaped into her marefriend’s hooves, Rarity was getting a warm welcome of her own. Sweetie Belle ran forward and embraced her left foreleg. The older unicorn stumbled to a halt, blinking rapidly at the display of affection. Spike and Applejack came next, both at measured paces so not to push the other out.

“Rarity! Thank goodness you’re alright!” The young dragon started to pat at the dirt coating the unicorn’s form. “What happened?! You uh, got just a little bit of dirt here… Let- let me uh, try and help.”

Applejack remained silent, meeting and holding the sapphire orbs. She reached out, brushing a messy strand of purple away from the dirt and sand covered muzzle. “You ok there sugarcube…?”

“I’ll be fine…” Rarity glanced downwards at the filly still holding her hoof and then to the drake who started to work on her mane. “I’ll be fine after getting a much needed spa treatment!”

This statement, much like her usual kinds, caused the filly and drake to laugh. Applejack smiled gently, though she kept a close watch on the unicorn who still had the tint of sadness in her gaze.

“If ya didn’t arrive any sooner, we would have sent a rescue party for y’all. How’d you find the hoofcar?”

“Hm? Well, I appreciate the thought, but Pinkie, err, found, the car in time for us to travel back.” Rarity lifted her left hoof which trembled with exhaustion and nerves. “But now my hooficure is simply ruined!”

Spike tried to enter the unicorn’s field of vision, a concerned frown in place. Applejack politely stepped aside, noting with a flash of interest, that Rarity followed the motion with her eyes, sadness filling it before it relaxed when the farmer stayed nearby.

“Rarity, don’t worry! If you want, I can go and schedule you the soonest appointment possible!” The purple dragon stared pleadingly to his crush, steadily ignoring the orange pony to his left.

“Oh, if you could darling, that would be marvelous.” Rarity barely finished thanking him when the lad dashed off, leaving a vapor trail behind him. Sapphire blue eyes shifted to reconnect with emerald green ones. “Darlin’... I imagine that your family will want to celebrate your return.”

Applejack peeked over her shoulder. The rest of her family were waiting out of earshot for their previously missing member to be done. Looking back, the farmer dipped her head.

“Yer right. But Ah made lots of promises that Ah intend to keep.” The apple seller tilted her head, her half smirk weary of rejection after the hurt she caused. “Startin’ with that promised dinner, if ya have the time this evenin’.”

“I would like that… Very much. We have a lot to talk about.” Rarity smiled weakly before wrapping a hoof around her sister and pulling her along. “I’ll see you later darlin’... Come along Sweetie Belle, it’s time for us to head home.”

Together, the two unicorns leisurely returned to the main parts of town. Sweetie Belle didn’t let go and often caused her sister to stumble, but Rarity could sympathize with the desire to stay close to loved ones. Everyone they walked by stopped them to ask if Applejack did return. Once they heard she was back, they rushed to the train station to welcome her home.

“Darling, I have some more things I need to get done.” Rarity made sure to look in her sister’s eyes, trying to reassure without speaking. The filly was hesitant and slowly tightened her grip on the older mare’s leg. “Sweetie, I promise, everything is fine now. I just have to get a few things done before finally getting some much needed rest.”

Sweetie Belle bit her lip, but allowed the patting to sooth her. She gave one last embrace before turning around and heading for the apple farm. Rarity also bit her lip, two instincts raging with one another; getting clean or talking with the blonde farmer. Catching sight of herself in a shop window, the unicorn flinched, pawing at the filthy mane. I am simply not presentable. There’s too much to do…

Before taking a few steps, a dashing form came to a stumbling halt in front of the pale-gray mare. Spike panted lightly as he raised a claw to hold Rarity’s attention.

“Ra- rity… I… Got… Your appointment…!” He tried to take deep breaths. “They understood the need for emergency work and are willing to help right away.”

The older mare smiled warmly to the lad. She reached out with a hoof and rubbed the top of his head briefly. “Thank you darling. That’s very sweet of you, and very nice of the twins to see me on such short notice. I’ll head right over.”

The dragon blushed and rubbed his claws together, unable to meet his crush’s eyes. He chuckled and kicked at the ground bashfully. Rarity turned and started to head for the spa, already imagining the warm water against her fur.

“Thanks again darling. I’ll see you later? I’m sure I’ll be getting work done soon.” The unicorn glanced to the lad in time to see his rapid nod of agreement. “Wonderful. Goodbye dear.”

It wasn’t long before the fashionista was soaking in a large tub with the two spa twins working the catcti from her mane. While she floated, the unicorn planned her next course of action. She didn’t accept the full treatment, which would have taken several hours, in favor of getting one last errand done before the dinner time. The twins were sympathetic, though they couldn’t understand putting off finishing the treatment. They offered their regular and best customer another time to stop by and finish the process.

Rarity felt like a new mare when she walked out of the spa building. She took a deep breath, feeling relaxed, and checked the tall clock tower that was barely visible in the distance. It was nearly six o’clock and a jolt of panic coursed through her core. The fashion designer trotted at speeds that would risk her recently restyled mane to reach the fanciest restaurant the small town had.

The building sprawled outwards and straight back, the kitchen being in the center to reduce wait time for foods while the seating was all based on the different zones, motion and age of leaves. Separating the outside world from the inner courtyard was a room of soft brown wood that had doors on both ends. On the right was a podium with a host waiting for ponies to enter, along with a few helpers standing a few paces away.

“And how can I help you…?” The well-dressed stallion mused from his station behind his podium.

“Yes, I’d like to make a reservation for two.”

“Hmm… Our next opening would be the 5th of May, at seven o’clock. Would that suffice?” The stallion lifted his record book and picked up a pen, ready to mark it accordingly.

“Hmm… Over a month away?” Blue eyes lifted to the ceiling, more plans and ideas racing through her mind. “It shall have to do. Please put it under ‘Rarity’.”

“Of course.” The host nodded briskly, jotting a few notes into place. “Your time and day have been reserved. Thank you for coming to the Spring Leaf.”

The unicorn beamed at the efficient speed and turned around, leaving the pristine wooden entryway. Now running for what she could, the unicorn went home and set a pot of water to boiling. Before she could start any other parts of the meal, there was a solid knock on her front door. Who in the world could that be…? Applejack…?

Dashing back to the front lobby, Rarity opened the door with her face set in a neutral expression only to morph into pleasant surprise when Applejack stood there, hat in hoof.

“H-howdy Rarity… Ah know it’s a little later than what normal folk would consider dinner time, but Ah had to convince mah family Ah wasn’t tryin’ to run again.” The orange mare stepped forward, placing her hat back in its place, while Rarity’s grin slowly melted into a teasing one.

“Oh…? And what about for me? What assurances do I get that you will not try to do such an awful, hurtful thing again?”

Applejack paused and stared deeply into twin oceans of blue. There, under the playful current, was soulful torment and sorrow. The apple farmer slowly inhaled, shutting her eyes to focus on gathering strength. When she looked again, most of the teasing glint was gone, replaced by watchfulness and expectation. The earth pony reached out and brushed away another strand of purple mane from blocking the unicorn’s face; a habit that was quickly growing into something done unconsciously.

“Rarity, Ah ain’t leavin’. Not unless ya want me to.”

“Don’t you dare-!” Rarity broke her composure at the thought of any reason for the blonde to leave. Hearing such a fierce and speedy denial, Applejack laughed with a warm smirk.

“Well alrighty then. How ‘bout that grub? Bet yer tired of cherries by now.” When AJ saw the look of utter agreement, she chuckled and walked to the kitchen. Reaching for well memorized locations of utensils and food supplies, she quickly had an apple themed meal ready and waiting.

As the duo sat down across from one another, Rarity spoke up, her tone light. Though the earth mare was concerned by the lack of eye contact.

“Darlin’... Is this still not the setting where you feel you can talk with me…?”

Applejack took in the dinner they had set up together. Apple cider in long flute glasses, more than one of kind of utensil, with several courses laid out and waiting for their turn. It was almost the ideal situation. But it wasn’t enough.

“Ah think… for you… Ah could get better for what Ah was hoping to talk about.” The blonde mare took a sip of her drink, pointedly not looking at the dejection waiting in blue eyes. “But tha’ don’t mean we can’t talk now about other things Ah’m sure you were wonderin’.”

Rarity straightened in her seat, gaze sharp, as she held tightly to her glass.

“Like why Ah left.”

“You-you stubborn mare..!”

“Go on home. Ya don’t know what yer talking about…”

A flash of desolation shot through the unicorn’s gaze. Applejack exhaled loudly and dropped her sight to the table in between them.

“Ah know Ah probably said some hurtful things to ya. It hurt sayin’ them. But Ah was scared…”

“Scared…?” The soft whisper, scarcely heard over beating hearts, drew the green orbs back upwards to the hopeful and weary face.

“Yeah, Ah was scared… Ah made a big ol’ promise to just about everypony. The town, mah family, you… even to myself. An’ because Ah played the fool at the competition, Ah broke near about each one of them.” AJ reached out to lightly touch the opposing hoof, her gaze turning pleadingly. “Ah’m sorry. Can ya ever forgive me…?”

Rarity felt her fur burn where they connected and couldn’t stop the tender smile that graced her muzzle. She flipped her hoof around so they were equally holding one another and reached over with her free hoof to pat the orange one.

“I forgive you darlin’. Now, let’s eat this wonderful meal you’ve created for us this evening!”

Applejack grinned in relief and took back her hoof, though her heart shouted at her for it. Together, they used the rest of the evening to talk about the minor things that had happened over the past nine days since AJ first left. It was a much lighter atmosphere by the night’s end, having laughed at the more odd and unique parts of their adventures. Rarity insisted that Applejack not help put anything away considering the walk she still had to do in order to return to the apple farm and family that waited there for her.

The two stood in the doorway, staring into the other’s eyes. Their cores were warm, even in the much chillier land compared to the desert they had been used to the past few days. Neither noticed or cared about the almost goofy expressions they wore. Both just happy that everything was going right once again.

“Well, goodnight Rarity…”

“Goodnight, Applejack…”

Nopony moved, even after saying a final farewell. Still they watched the other, mesmerized by the lights that danced over their coats. Only when a distant and a closer sound of a clock striking the late hour did they shift apart, eyes remaining stationary with their bodies moved them along.

Once Applejack was freed of deep blue refractions, she trotted along the path to home for a block until she was out of easy sight of the boutique. After which she proceeded to race through the sleepy town to the fanciest restaurant she knew. Spring Leaf… Spring Leaf, where are ya…? There ya are!

She burst through the doors and came to a stop, finding a stallion looking back unimpressed.

“Yes…?” He drew out the question, brow raised at the slightly disheveled appearance of the farmer.

“Howdy! Ah’d like to make a reservation. Whatever time an’ day is the closest if ya don’t mind.”

“I have an opening on the 5th of May, at eight p.m…?” He checked the book, making sure of the slot opening. Hearing a soft stomp, he looked back up with disbelief.

“Shoot, guess that’ll have to do. Thank ya kindly.” Applejack bit her lip nervously, not seeing the annoyance her unconscious action had caused.

“And the name for the reservation…?”

“Oh, uh, put it under Applejack, if ya don’t mind. Thanks, y’all have a nice night!” The farmer rapidly turned about and left, mind furiously working on what she would have to get done before that time.

“You as well…” The bored host made a quick scribble and shut the large book. He then signaled one of the other workers to sweep up the hallway after the earth pony had left.

Applejack didn’t stay long enough to watch this however, her hooves already racing for home. Shoot! Ah plumb forgot the time! Ah bet Granny’s waitin’ for me, ready with another lecture about worryin’ family… Worth it though. Ain’t gonna let this chance pass up again! Not gonna wait for Spike neither.

She continued to run, enjoying the mild air and moisture that came with living much closer to water sources. The night sky was still clear and while they weren’t as visible due to the multitudes of lights in the town, the stars continued to shine on the world below. AJ took in all of this as she flew over the dirt, happy and at peace for the first time in a long while.

In the local dress shop, Rarity was sitting by her window, staring westward where just the peaks of tree covered hills raised up into the sky. Above them, barely shining through the low light over top of the town, were stars in various shapes and designs. It painted a sharp contrast to the one she had just come home from. The unicorn also felt different than who she was before they went for a desert trip. There was a focus, determined edge to her. She could practically feel the clock ticking down, warning her that there wasn’t much time before something else happened.

And I shan't waste time. I won’t lose the second chance I was given. I’ll ask her to be mine alone. Mine. This one time, I will not share, I will not be generous.

Rarity stomped her hoof against the windowsill. She gave one sharp nod before magicking the window shut. Quickly setting up for the night, the unicorn went to bed feeling at ease. The tension and worry of the past week was gone, replaced by determination. The determination to put everything on the line. … Compared to some of the stallions I’ve tried to date, this is nothing. It may even turn better than anything I’ve done before. I will do it! I can feel it, I’m filled with determination!

Chapter 20 - Finding out

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First Week of April, 1005 A.D. (After Discord)

The sky was clear, allowing the bright sunlight to warm up the land below to an even temperature. A few clouds, the only ones allowed to remain, drifted across the open air. Resting on one was a dash of blue and rainbow hues. The lazy pegasus rested her head on both forehooves, gazing down at the world below. Cerise eyes flickered over the walking dots of color, ears tipped forward in eagerness. Her wings, powerful and strong, twitched at her sides, itching to drop into flight.

A blot of straw gold and orange drew Rainbow Dash’s attention. Applejack’s relaxed muscles showed no concern, which was odd considering her destination was a high maintenance, stressful unicorn’s boutique. Humming thoughtfully, Dash propelled herself forward with a flap of her wings. As she trailed the farmer, movement at the dress shop caught her focus. The pristine and prim mare had been waiting for her visitor and pre-emptively opened the door.

AJ tipped her hat slowly, her smug happy smirk visible even to the pegasus in the sky. Their voices were lost in the gentle breeze but Rainbow could easily imagine the southern drawl greeting. The soft red blush and fluttering eyelashes the greeting received was not.

“Huh…?” Dash leaned closer, unconsciously using her wings to bring her within hearing range.

“... darlin’, it means so much to me that you were able to visit, and so soon after the last time.” Rarity’s words, sweet and smooth, caused the apple farmer to turn color of the fruit she sold. Rainbow frowned, gaze switching between the two mares.

“Shucks Rare, it ain’t no problem. Ya just need some paintin’ done, right?” Applejack smiled, cheeks still a little red, as green orbs followed the slimmer unicorn who started to walk away.

Rarity nodded and tilted her head, letting her mane flick then bunch back into it’s curl, trotting around the side of the building. Dash traced the farmer’s line of sight and raised both brows in surprise at where they were focused on.

“Yes, that’s right. My boutique has just withered away, darlin’, and most of the outer walls need a serious repainting.” The unicorn trotted over to where a stack of paint cans rested. On the ground beside the cans was a tray and wide headed paint brush. The light-gray mare levitated the lid off one of the metal cans, displaying the color underneath.

“So, ya want me to paint the whole place pale-purple?” Applejack slowly walked after the unicorn, eyes finally leaving the prim form and checking on the cans in front of Rarity.

Rainbow sat up in her cloud, ears standing rigid as a thought appeared in her mind. It’s sooo perfect… The pegasus plopped back down and tightly gripped the cloud in her hooves. Blasting into motion with a strong beat of her wings, she did a tight controlled circle. On the down portion, she made sure she was aiming properly for the task. Thrusting the cloud before her, even as she went at speeds that would normally tear the cloud apart, Dash smashed into the apple farmer.

The impact of the cloud hitting and exploding against orange fur, as well as the heavier impact a second later, caused Applejack to fall forward into the pristine unicorn with a shout of “Woah!”. Rarity, barely alerted that something was wrong by the sound, tripped forward into the paint cans, knocking them over and spilling their contents onto pale-gray fur and grass. As the dust settled, there was an uncomfortable silence while the three mares assessed what happened.

Rainbow couldn’t hold back her laughter, her position hovering in the sky giving her an easier view of the results. “Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…!”

The harsh laughter jolted Applejack to her senses. Scrambling to her hooves, she searched the area, trying to understand what happened. “Rarity! Are ya ok?!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!” The shrill scream made two sets of hearts drop and the rest of the neighborhood to pause in their hoofsteps.

Dash twirled upright, laughter barely echoing away, while floating closer with a concerned frown. She was a few feet above the ground, but was still pushed out of the way by frantic orange hooves. The pegasus turned to watch with surprise as AJ rushed forward, her fur pale and pupils shrunk to pinpricks.

“Rarity! Rarity, what’s wrong?”

Rainbow tried to assure the farmer only to be steadily ignored.

“Come on AJ, it’s just a joke. Look, see?” Blue hooves waved to the unicorn who started to shakily stand up. “Rarity’s standing and everything… She’s just a little-”

“PURPLE! My lovely, fabulous coat is PURPLE!” Rarity dramatically swirled, hoof pointing to her right side and underbelly where the paint was dribbling down. Half of her face was also splattered with the color. The unicorn tried to desperately swipe at her eye that was closed to protect it from the paint but couldn’t as her forehooves were covered as well.

Rainbow used both hooves to stop any other sounds from escaping her muzzle. They dropped slightly in bewilderment when AJ slowly reached out and wiped away the paint from Rarity’s face. Under the purple was firetruck red.

“Ah think purple rather suites ya. However, Ah bet if you go an’ visit that spa in town, ya can wash the paint out real quick.” Applejack smirked softly and nudged the barely white left shoulder with her nose. “Ah’ll get started on this here paintin’.”

While the two mares smiled warmly to one another, Dash stared intensely. She lifted a hoof to cut into their little pow-wow when a quiet scolding voice called out to her.

“Rainbow Dash, did you just push Rarity into the paint?”

Cerise eyes, squinting in preparation of a lecture, turned away from the spectacle and found a pair of teal orbs staring firmly back. Fluttershy wore a severe scowl as she walked over. The blue pegasus dropped to the ground with a shrug, head facing away to avoid meeting the gaze.

“It was just a little prank.”

“You know how Rarity is about her physical appearance.” The canary mare shook her head and continued past the other pegasus. When she stopped besides the others, Fluttershy tried to look at the distressed unicorn from below, peeking through her pink mane. “Uhm, we can go to the spa together… If you want… that is…”

The two mares, flustered and blushing, broke their staring contest and beamed gratefully at the shy pegasus. When Rainbow saw how AJ’s gaze moved past the mare in front of them to the pegasus waiting behind, she grimaced and tried to laugh off the attention.

“Heh heh heh, well, I’ll let you girls go and do that…”

“Rare, Ah’m sorry that this happened. Ah’ll fix it, honest.” Applejack didn’t move her sharp gaze from the brash prankster, keeping her on the ground through will and determination alone.

“Nonsense darlin’. I know it’s not YOUR fault.” The elegant voice drifted closer, pulling RD’s gaze from the iron in green orbs to cold steel in blue ones. “I know exactly who is at fault. I merely hope that someone trustworthy, brave and wonderfully considerate would address the matter.”

“Shucks Rarity, don’t ya worry none.”

Rainbow scrunched her face and took a single step back. Rarity and Fluttershy continued their walk past the anxious pegasus. Once they were beyond hoofreach, the blue mare stretched her wings, preparing for flight. Before she could flee, there was a fierce tug on her tail.

“Oh noph ya don’ph.” The muffled voice caused RD to look behind her at what held her tail. She found sharp iron orbs waiting to trap her once more.

“Oh heh heh he-hey Applejack. I heard you had a lot of painting waiting for you, so I’ll be leaving you to it.” Dash tried pull her tail free only to have the strong earth pony pull her close to the earth. “Uhh, why don’t you let me go?”

“No phay.”

“What? Why?”

Applejack rolled her eyes and continued to pull the pegasus to the ground. “Wphy did ya go an’ do phthat?”

Rainbow rolled her eyes and dropped down. As soon as all four hooves touched the earth, the orange colored mare spat out the tuff of rainbow strands. Dash spun to face the farmer head on, shoving her muzzle into the personal space of the other mare.

“I did that because somepony was being lame and spineless.” The pegasus shrugged. “And because it was a funny prank.”

The earth mare winced. “What do ya mean, ‘lame an’ spineless’?”

“AJ, it’s so obvious that even I could see it from miles away.” Rainbow sat back and crossed both hooves in front of her. “You’re completely crazy for Rarity.”

The red blush, heavy and covering her whole face, was enough of an answer. The pegasus drooped before shaking her head dismissively.

“Completely head over hooves for her and haven’t said anything to her.” A blue hoof reached out to poke at the orange barrel. “That’s why you’re being lame.”

“Oh yeah? What do ya suggest then? Goin’ right up to her an’ askin’ her for a date?” Applejack snarled, thrusting her own face forward. “Ya know that ain’t what she’d like.”

The pegasus snorted and leaned her head backwards with a sneer. “And you are just going to take that kind of answer? Guess you are spineless.”

Dash prepared for the physical retribution. It never came. Hearing a soft thud, Rainbow peeked out of tightly shut eyelids and found the farmer had taken a seat as well. She had pushed down her hat and wouldn’t meet the cerise gaze.

“Ah used tah use that as an answer.” Applejack turned around, slowly straightening the mess the ‘prank’ had caused. “But now, Ah ain’t gonna use excuses.”

Rainbow floated up and trailed after the orange mare. She hovered over her friend, worried about the ease of agreement. “Aaaand not telling her is not using excuses how…?”

“Dash, Ah’m settin’ up the whole thin’. The kind of situation that Rarity likes readin’ about.” AJ poured the contents of one of the tipped over cans into the tray. “Ah just need time; without a featherbrain pegasus tryin’ to prank us all the time.”

“Just trying to prank you? No way!” Dash waved her right hoof with a wide grin. “You weren’t making any sort of progress, just making googly eyes at her while she wasn’t looking. I figured if I made the right kind of, uh, ‘situation’, you’d make some kind of progress.”

The brash words, said with complete confidence, surprised the earth pony into staring at Dash. She blinked slowly. The orange mare used the hoof that still had purple paint on it to wipe her brow, leaving a wide streak behind.

“Sugarcube, Ah wouldn’t have thought ya wanted to help with ‘mushy stuff’ like… like love one pony feels fer another.”

Rainbow shifted in place, looking to the sky briefly as she rubbed the back of her head.

“Yeah well, I want to help friends not make a mistake they’d regret for a long while after…” Rainbow looked back at the orange mare to notice the bemused flinch. When AJ stayed silent, the pegasus continued. “So look, Rarity hasn’t noticed the looks you’ve been giving her.”

“... Maybe not, but Ah’m doin’ fine an’ Ah got a plan.”

“Maybe, maybe not. What if your ‘plan’ takes too long? What if she decides to leave, go find somepony else that is willing to be… honest with her.” Dash stressed the word, watching her friend closely for a reaction. She got one immediately. Applejack stepped back with pain written over her entire face. The wet sound of a hoof landing into a liquid broke the sudden tension as both mares looked to the orange back left hoof to find it turning a pale-purple. The farm mare sighed and shook the hoof lightly, trying to clean it without touching the mess.

“Ah know Ah wasn’t honest about this for a long time Rainbow…But Ah’m goin’ to fix it all by early next month.” AJ resignedly set her hoof down and faced the pegasus with a half-scowl. “Ah’ll be flat honest with her.”

“And if it doesn’t work…?” Rainbow barely spoke, unwilling to hurt her friend but feeling the pressure to ask.. “... What are you going to do if she doesn’t accept it…? Run away…?” You going to repeat an old lesson AJ…?

The farmer shrugged, eyes focused on the ground. “Then Ah’ll accept it an’ help her anyways. Can’t help how Ah feel but Ah won’t run no more.”

“Good. Don’t want to have to chase you down again.” Dash turned around in the air, laying on her back with forehooves behind her head. Applejack laughed lightly and shook her head.

“Ah know. Ah won’t be leavin’.” The farmer adjusted her hat as she went for the brush laying on the ground. “Bet ya never ran... Too loyal for it huh? Ah was sure lucky y’all had the sense tah find me when Ah ran. Might have kept running otherwise.”

The pegasus scrunched her muzzle, dropping her hooves to cross them in front of herself instead. She stared at the sky, eyes unfocused as she muttered. “I did run before… Took me a long time to come to my senses.”

“... Ya ran…? From Fluttershy... or somepony else…?” The southern drawl floated up, causing blue ears to twitch. Dash didn’t look, her limbs tightening for a second.

“Yeah… I ran. From everyone. Now I’m going to make up for it. And I’m going to make sure one of my best friends don’t have to do something similar.” Rainbow Dash tried to put the bravado back into her voice and faced the earth pony once again. “Got that?”

Applejack returned the beaming grin of the pegasus’. “Got it sugarcube.”

Rainbow leaned in, her smile and mood lifting as she shifted the topic. “Alright. So what’s this ‘plan’ you had to win you the prissy unicorn over?”

The other mare laughed. “Well, shucks, if we’re gonna talk ‘bout this stuff, might as well help me get this here paintin’ done faster while we talk.” Applejack tossed up the brush to the waiting pegasus who groaned at the mention of work. Dash held the brush in both hooves and sighed.

“Alright, alright… Get talking already.”

Ponies along the street couldn’t help but stare with dropped jaws at the purple, pale-purple and light-gray colors. The sharp contrast to the usual was so strong that the canary mare beside the unicorn got no attention. Though she certainly was the focus of the fashion designer who was bemoaning her fate.

“Oooh, I just know that this will take several HOURS to clean out of my fur!” Rarity’s forelegs twitched as they continued walking, her voice taking on a higher pitch with each word. “By the time I’m back to my fabulous self, the painting will be done! And I shan’t have done anything for the day!”

“Oh, uhm, if- if you have a lot of dresses to finish, I can try to uhm, help.” Fluttershy peeked from under her mane and scowled thoughtfully at the unicorn’s sudden distraction.

“Oh, yes, dresses… Well, I’m sure there are dresses that could use some attention.” The unicorn blushed, turning away from the pegasus beside her to hide the sight even as it burned on her ears.

Fluttershy saw the red and scrambled her mind to think of what caused the reaction. Not, uhm, not dresses… What is back at the boutique? Uhm, dresses… Gems… Uh, food… maybe, neighbors? We did leave Applejack and Rainbow Dash back there… Uhm, maybe the others?

“Were you hoping to catch the others before they left…?” Fluttershy came to a jarring halt when she saw the shock and wild gaze of the unicorn who had pulled to a rearing halt. “... Rarity…?”

“Wh-what makes you think I was hoping to catch somepony’s attention?” The pale-gray mare dug at the ground, pulling teal anxious eyes to the action.

“W-well, it, uh, it seemed like you were hoping to go back soon and, if it wasn’t dresses, then it would be a pony… that you… were… hoping to meet…” Fluttershy trailed off uncertain, fear causing her to crouch closer to the ground. Rarity checked their surroundings and stooped to meet the shyer mare’s gaze.

“Darling, could we perhaps talk about this elsewhere…?” The unicorn did another sweep of the street. “There’s nothing to be worried about, please get up.”

The pegasus nodded and shakily stood back upright, trying to keep up with the other’s speed. It was unusual to the more lady-like mare, and caused Fluttershy to have trouble breathing. As she half-jogged alongside her friend, the caretaker took mental notes on the distraught unicorn. Even though they had picked up their pace from leisurely walk to nearly running, there hadn’t been a change in the shallow breaths the fashionista was taking as they traveled. Nor was there much change in how shaky the mare was from before to now. Fluttershy knew she wasn’t a professional doctor, but she wasn’t sure she liked what the signs were saying.

“Uhm, do- do you feel dizzy or does your head feel funny…?” She tried to question the other mare. Rarity gulped, her eyes shifting.

“Perhaps…? Why…?” The unicorn’s voice trembled.

“Well, paint fumes often can cause dangerous side effects if inhaled for long periods of time.” Teal orbs turned back forward, zeroing in on the spa tent in the distance. “We should try to wash off that paint as fast as we can.”

Rarity glanced to her paint splattered form with a confused frown. Fluttershy noticed the slow down and reached out a hoof, pulling the designer along until they were running at the same speeds once again.

Together, they burst through the doors of the Ponyville Day Spa. Aloe and Lotus Blossom were standing by their front desk, going over their scheduling book. Hearing their door open in a rush, the twins turned to see who arrived. While the two mares tried to catch their breath from the almost run, the spa ponies loudly gasped and swarmed their best customer.

“Oh no! We fix this mess right away Miss Rarity!” Aloe cried out before gently tugging on the pale-gray hoof that was only slightly covered with paint.

“Do you want to join them Miss Fluttershy…?” Lotus dipped her head respectively. Fluttershy was surprised at the sudden focus but nodded slowly in acceptance. “This way please.”

The pegasus trailed after the workers, hearing the faint echoes of the fashion mare explaining what happened. The canary mare bit her lip, not very pleased to hear how exactly Rainbow Dash pushed one mare into another to lead to the paint falling over. When they arrived in the main bath area, they found Rarity was already in her own tub with Aloe mixing shampoo into her fur. Lotus started to draw her customer a bath as well, without the multitudes of shampoos.

After being situated, Fluttershy watched from behind her mane as they focused their attention on pulling as much of the substance from gray fur. The water quickly turned murky and they transferred the unicorn into a new, clean tub. Rarity’s coat still held a pale-purple in its depths, leading them to do another round of soaking to pull it from her fur. Rarity stayed quiet, staring remorsefully at her coat. The shy pegasus didn’t like the slightly lost tint in sapphire orbs and spoke up.

“I’m sure that they will be able to get the color out of your fur in time to go and, uhm… see Applejack?” Fluttershy’s voice got softer with each word, uncertainty ringing through it.

At the mention of their earth pony friend, Rarity gasped and spun in place. Her hoof shot to her mane and tried to get it under control. The move, and loss of one limb that had been helping her stand upright, caused the usually elegant mare to slip and fall under the soapy water. Fluttershy half-rose, mouth dropping open, only to pause when the gray muzzle reappeared from the watery surface with a couple of sputters.

“R-Rarity?! Are you ok…?”

The other mare peeled away the few strands that blocked her vision and scowled at the water. “D-darling, I am fine. But what makes you think I am hoping to meet Applejack?”

“O-oh, uh, well, it doesn’t seem like you would want to talk with the pony who made you fall over…” Fluttershy dropped her head with ears flat against her skull. Rarity saw the move and reached out a hoof that barely had any purple tint left in it.

“I do not blame you in the least…” A splash brought teal eyes back to the unicorn who stared pensively at the wall in front of the duo. “And I suppose… I have not hidden who I was hoping to speak with very well at all.”

The two paused when the spa twins returned bearing towels on their backs. With wide smiles and assuring hooves, the two earth ponies pulled the relaxing mares from their baths and dried them off, moving to the mineral baths next. The twins added a few extra bottles of minerals to Rarity’s bath to take out the very last parts of stain while Fluttershy’s got a little less, considering pegasi nature.

Once they were alone to soak, Rarity gustily sighed, making Fluttershy immediately concerned. She watched her friend sag down before standing upright once more.

“There… There is a specific reason why I was hoping to talk with… with Applejack…” The unicorn blushed and looked at her hooves under the water. The usually shy mare stared thoughtfully at the signs.

“... I… want to get to know her more… Become, uhm… better friends with her.” ‘Friends’ was stated with a deepening of the red on her cheeks and a stutter to find the correct word.

“Friends…? Aren’t you already friends…?” Fluttershy put her forehooves closer under the water, unwilling to make an assumption but couldn’t fight the growing suspicion. Rarity nibbled on her lower lip, eyes circling the spacious room.

“Well, more like, closer ‘friends’. Uhm, ‘special friends’ perhaps?”

The canary mare’s eyes widened at the implied kind of friend the fashionista was hoping for. Her own muzzle felt warm. “O-oh, so, like a… a ‘special somepony’?”

Rarity’s whole head and neck burned bright red. Her ears flattened while more of her lower lip was chewed on. Slowly, she sank down into her tub, until her eyes and ears were the only things left visible. Fluttershy stood up further, leaning in her own tub to watch the unicorn.

“I-I-I didn’t mean to upset you!” The shout, barely above a whisper, caused pale-gray ears to twitch in her direction. A series of bubbles floated up with blue eyes scrunched closed. Rarity dipped down entirely, disappearing under the water briefly before popping up with a hoof at her temple.

“Oh, you’re right darling! You are so right!” The dramatic unicorn leaned backwards, most of the red gone finally though it was replaced by a painful frown. “You didn’t upset me, I just- I just can’t take it anymore!”

Fluttershy froze, eyes wide and muscles tense at the near shout. When Rarity started to loudly exclaim, the nervous pegasus flinched but continued to listen nonetheless.

“Yes! Yes, I now hope to find a special somepony in the local farm mare!” The dramatic mare switched hooves, covering her eyes. “I… I can’t help it… I just… love that mare… Have you ever felt like that…? Helpless to your feelings…?”

Blue eyes, desperate and watery, stared deeply into teal ones. Fluttershy tensed, ears flat as she felt more connected with her friend than ever before. She reached out a hoof, barely stretching far enough to put it on a tense gray shoulder. Rarity leaned into the touch, closing her eyes at the reassuring pat.

“I… I do know what it’s like to be helpless to your feelings for your friend…” The pegasus closed her eyes briefly. When she looked at the other mare beside her, she wore a weary smile. “I don’t find it weird or think it’s bad that you like mares, and your best friend at that. It can be tough. If… If you need to talk to anypony, I can help you…”

Rarity looked up with a warm smile, her gaze filling with water. “Thank you darling… I would like to talk, if that’s ok.”

“Of course, anything for a friend.” Fluttershy smiled warmly and resettled in her bath. The water felt better now that both mares were more relaxed. Rarity even and laid down in her tub, her grin bashful.

“Well… It started, I suppose last summer when she would always be there to help…”

Applejack set her brush into the empty paint stained tray. Rainbow hung limply in the air, a frown tugging at her muzzle. She dropped the brush in her hooves into the tray as well, much rougher than the other mare. It splattered lightly, landing on the orange stained purple earth pony. Sharp, scolding green eyes stared at the pegasus, making Rainbow bashfully rub her mane.

“Eh heh… Sorry about that.” Dash watched her earth bound friend roll her head along with her eyes with a half-smirk. “You sure you’re going to wait here…?”

“Eeyup. Won’t feel right if Ah just left.” Applejack tipped her hat back with a half smile. “Ya can head on home. Thanks for listening sugarcube.”

The pegasus dropped lower with a twirl of her eyes. “Yeah, because listening to you ramble on about how you helped and totally didn’t say anything to your crush is sooooo interesting.”

The two mares laughed lightly. AJ shoved at the floating mare before flipping the paint lid back into place. With a solid smack, she resealed the container and set aside the remaining paint. Rainbow shook her head and looked around the area. When she caught sight of yellow and pink, she gave the earth pony a playful salute and zipped off.
Applejack placed all the empty canisters to the left of the door while setting the few remaining supplies along with the tray and brushes to the right. The sun was well across the sky by this time, causing the apple farmer a moment of worry.

Sure hope she don’t take her usual couple of hours at the spa. Though me an’ Dash did take a while to finish paintin’...

“Darlin’! You needn’t have waited for my return!”

The earth pony sat up with a grin. She turned to face the streets and saw the pristine pale-gray coat trot her way. The grin widened at the fact there was no sign of the purple tint in the fur. Green eyes traveled up from the trim barrel to find a tender gaze waiting for her.

“Shucks Rare… Didn’t want tah just leave without sayin’ nothin’.”

The unicorn beamed her appreciation and took in the entire sight. The walls of her shop were masterfully finished and the earth mare before it almost blended in with the background, since her forehooves and parts of her face were splattered with paint.

“Oh dear! You’re a mess! I simply cannot have the hero of my day be filthy while we have lunch!”

“Lunch…?” Applejack tilted her head in bewilderment while Rarity trotted forward.

“Come along please! I may not have all the finer shampoos spa does, but I do have a few things that should help you immensely.” Rarity didn’t allow the farm mare’s confusion to slow her down and waved her inside the boutique. While she longed to physically pull on AJ’s hoof, the fashionista had only just finished her spa treatment and didn’t want to do a repeat.

The still dirty mare dutifully followed after her crush, blush heavy on her face. She tried not step all over the carpet and got a little distracted, falling behind slightly.

“Applejack…? Please come along. I promise I won’t peek during your bath.”

Neither mare looked at the other even with the light teasing tones. Once they reached the bathroom, they stood side by side, staring at the white tub. Rarity coughed demurely and walked forward. She picked up a few of the bottles in her magic and turned to look at the blonde.

“I would suggest using these to help get that paint out.” Rarity set the bottles on the rim and turned on the water. “I’ll get a meal started as thanks while you wash up. See you downstairs darlin’...”

“Alrighty… Thanks Rare…” Applejack tried to keep her gaze focused on the tub and not the form trotting by. “Ah’ll be down before ya know it.”

Both mares stayed tense as they worked apart. The earth pony tried to not think of how she was using Rarity’s things to wash up and rushed through the cleaning. When she went back downstairs, she found the unicorn was intently focused on cooking.

“Lookin’ good there Rarity.”

The husky tone, sending chills down the tense spine, caught Rarity off guard. She found the mare in the archway with a half smirk, trying to pretend the miniscule jolt of surprise never happened.

“T-thank you darlin’. I know it’s not Apple Family cooking, but it does have its own merit.” Rarity stood stock still as the stronger earth pony stepped closer, her smirk growing teasing and almost- sensual? Who is this mare?! Surely not the same one we chased into the desert! All thought stopped when Applejack leaned forward.

“Well, even if it ain’t apples, still seems mighty fine to me.” Emerald orbs lost their teasing gleam, turning focused and serious. “Rarity, Ah wanted to- to ask ya somethin’... Would ya-”

A loud knock, preceded by a tingle of a bell, cut off the earth pony’s question.

“Oh, uhm, I, well, I don’t have any appointments today. Let me see who it is and we could-”

“Rarity?” The young voice, not yet mature enough to deepen, made the two ponies pause. “Rarity, I wanted to see if I could help with anything today. Are you there?”

“Oh, uh, back here darling!” Rarity tore her eyes from the shocked earth pony beside her.

Once the drake poked his head into the kitchen, the unicorn gave him a tiny wave and brought the now finished meal to the table.

“I must say, it’s a surprise to see you today Spike. Especially since you just visited me a few days ago.” Rarity moved to follow her cooking, leaving AJ to stand anxiously by the counter.

“Yeah, but it’s ok. Twilight said I could… help out… today...” Spike’s reptilian gaze followed the movement before noticing the spot of orange with a frown.

“Welp, sounds like ya got plenty of help now. Ah’ll just mosey along…” Applejack tried to exit through the back door but got caught in wide sapphire orbs.

“Nonsense! While I wasn’t expecting more help this afternoon, I simply can’t pass up this opportunity. Unless you had other pressing matters?” Rarity’s gaze, full of desperation, showed the truth behind her nonchalant attitude.
The apple farmer sighed and nodded. Once Rarity turned to fix the plates, the earth pony stared apologetically to the young dragon. Spike turned away with a harrumph and went to the table.

“So, what’s all this?”

The fashion designer smiled at the curious lad.

“Well, as part in thanks for helping me paint,” another smile, soft and tender, went to the earth pony, “and as a service in exchange, I’ve made today’s lunch.” She reached out a hoof and rubbed the top of the drake’s head. “But there’s plenty of food for all three of us. Let’s go ahead and start, shall we?”

AJ chose the seat to the unicorn’s left and Spike sat on the right. As they ate, Rarity turned hopefully to the orange pony. “What were you saying before darlin’?” She rested her head on bent fetlock, eyes dropping to half mast as she looked to the other mare.

Spike looked back and forth between them, eyes unsure and suspicious. The apple seller coughed into her hoof before using it to draw tiny circles on the table.

“Well, Ah was… Ah was…” Emerald orbs flicked towards reptilian green then to the table. “Ah was gonna ask if ya wanted… to come on a campin’ trip me an’ Apple Bloom do every year.” Applejack finished in a stronger tone than what she started with and glanced to the purple dragon watching her. “You too Spike, if yer free the last weekend of March.”

At the mention of outdoor activities, Rarity went still, eyes wide with cup barely staying in hoof. Spike locked gazes with the blond for a few more seconds before pouting at the table.

“Twilight has something planned…” He mumbled, sneaking a peek to the unicorn.

Rarity was in her own little world, sight unfocused and her right eyelid twitching every two seconds. Applejack reached out timidly, gaze melting into one of affection. She grabbed hold of the frozen pale-gray hoof and gave it a squeeze.

“Rarity? Sugarcube? Ya still with us…?”

Spike stared shocked at the display and gave a tiny jump when it worked. Rarity took a deep, uneven breath and smiled to the earth pony, covering the orange hoof with the other gray one.

“As… lovely… as that sounds, I’m going to have to, uh, think about your offer. It just sounds so… dirty… and unrefined…” The prissy unicorn shuddered.

The action made the more outdoorsy pony chuckle, earning a scolding glare from the lad that went unseen. “It ain’t that bad, just a bit of dirt and nature. Never hurt nopony.” AJ gave the other’s hooves another squeeze. “Don’t ya worry, Ah understand that ya don’t want tah go.”

The blond pulled away and quickly ate her meal, leaving a stunned designer that jolted back to her senses a moment later. Casting the mare a worried frown, Rarity daintily ate her own food, not noticing Spike’s rapidly growing concern.

After they were finished, the tailor led the way to the showroom. She pulled out some of the requested dresses meant for earth ponies, looking to the farmer with a grin.

“I just need to make sure these fit properly, if you would be a dear?”

AJ rolled her eyes and set her hat aside. “Sure. But Ah don’t think ya can say all earth ponies are the same build.”

Spike watched the unicorn for clues on how he could help and was dumbfounded by the appraising and pleased scan Rarity gave her impromptu model.

“Yes, I would be hard pressed to find anypony with quite your physique.” The designer snapped her eyes from the muscled body to meet curious emerald orbs. “However, these are for other rodeo mares who are putting in an order from Dodge Junction.”

The two mares went silent as they thought about the town. Spike, now holding a measuring tape and pincushion, could feel an invisible bubble engulf the two ponies. Feeling unbalanced and excluded, he coughed and tried to speak up.

“So, uh, Rarity, what kinds-”

“Did you talk about me- me and my work, that is, while you were there?” The pale-gray mare’s voice spoke up, uncertain but with an undercurrent that promise wonder or pain depending on the reply. Spike blinked, gaze flipping between the others, while he scrambled for a way to cut in.

“Ah might have. Did more thinkin’ than talkin’, but Ah reckon Ah mentioned yer work.”

The purple drake rolled his eyes with a sneer. He grumbled to himself how he often recommended the fashion designer’s work. Rarity floated over more supplies and the original designs, her gaze focused on the dress as she murmured her appreciation.

“Thank you darlin’... Nice to know I was on your mind, even for a short time.” She released the nonessential bits into Spike’s waiting claws. The boy tried again to get attention from his crush. He gave a little jump, eyes focused on the unicorn.

“You’re always on my mind!”

Neither mare acknowledged his exclamation. Applejack stared deep into sapphire oceans and her voice came out at the same level the unicorn had used. “Well, ya were on my mind an awful lot while Ah was gone…”

Spike open and shut his mouth silently. He held the supplies in his grip tightly while his heart pinched at the warmth in the two mares’ shared gaze. The lad shuffled forward, reaching out with a claw to poke at Rarity’s side. When she slowly pulled her blue gaze from the apple green to focus on the slit green waiting, Spike furrowed his brow in concern.

“You’re always on my mind Rarity…”

The unicorn smiled tenderly and rubbed the top of his scaly head. “That’s sweet…” As the hoof dropped away, she looked up at the mare on the pedestal who was watching the youth with sorrowful eyes. They flicked back to the unicorn, mellowing out and scrunching into a half-smirk that held slight melancholy. “It truly means the world to me that I am in the thoughts of others…”

The mares stared at one another, forgetting their current purpose. Spike’s lip trembled as he clutched his arms closer to his barrel. Rarity’s words, addressed to the entire room, felt focused. Directed solely to her model. The sphere was back in place, the young dragon’s attempts to break in a tiny blip in their attention. He looked once more to the farmer and fashionista before sighing. Resisting the urge to throw the things in his grip, he set them down near the tailor and left, not bothering to remain quiet.

Only when the door set off the chime twice as he shut it behind him did the ponies return blinking back to their surroundings. Rarity twirled to face the entrance but frowned in confusion when she didn’t see anyone there. She checked where she had last seen the drake and found instead the pile of tools. Applejack gustily exhaled, drooping in place before shoring up what strength again.

“I wonder what happened…?”

“Ah… suppose he remembered somethin’ he had to do. Did… Did ya want to find him? Or Ah can go an’ try to find him, check on how he’s doin’...” The orange pony tried to keep her voice level while staring at the far wall. Can’t believe Ah forgot ‘bout Spike being here… Gonna have to talk to him about the whole thing...

“Perhaps… Oh, but uhm, if we could get these adjustments finished first…?” Rarity bit her lip thoughtfully, gaze on the door while guilt filled her heart. We should make sure the poor lad is ok… I hadn’t meant to be so focused on A-Applejack… But I don’t want to stop here…

“If… If ya say so sugarcube.” AJ straightened and faced properly, awaiting for the adjustments the dress needed.

-NSSSL-

The evening was just starting when the apple farmer finally finished helping the fashion designer. Her heart was both heavy as a stone and light as a feather. The flowery fragrance remained in her nose, tempting her to return for a dinner with the pale-gray unicorn. The stubborn earth pony shook her head with a snort, clearing her mind and nose.

Eenope. Ah said Ah’d check on him, an’ Ah’m gonna… Even if it don’t help much.

Applejack slowly trotted through the emptying streets, her destination the tree library in the distance. She could see lights in the upper tiers and her mind was tied for relief and anxiety. The farm mare kept an even pace, though her hooves wanted nothing more than to head on home for some rest. When she came to a stop before the doorway, AJ had to take another deep breath to steady her nerves.

“Here Ah go…” She reached out and knocked solidly. When she heard no reply, the earth pony tried again with a half-frown.

It was another few minutes before there was any sound on the other side. Applejack released her scowl and tried for a more neutral expression. The door was covered with a light mulberry hue before opening without a sound.

“Hello?” Twilight peered out with a bewildered expression. Noticing the apple farmer waiting there, she brightened. “Oh, hello Applejack. Is something the matter?”

“Howdy Twilight, Ah was wonderin’ if Spike was here?” AJ’s words drew an anxious frown from the other mare.

“Oh. Well, yes, he is here. But uhm, I don’t think he wants to talk with anyone right now…” Twilight turned her gaze to the stairs, brows furrowing. “I could check with him if you want.”

“Ah’d appreciate that Twilight, thank ya kindly.”

The lavender mare waved the farmer inside. She then went upstairs with a brief smile to the waiting pony. Applejack smiled back until the other pony was gone from view. She then sat down and looked at the ground. It wasn’t long when Twilight came back down, her magic holding up a small note. When the librarian noticed the confused face waiting for her, she grimaced and held the note forward.

“He didn’t want to talk…” Twilight stared at the note and sighed. “He asked me to give you this. Was there anything else I could help with?”

Applejack grabbed the note with her mouth and half-grinned apologetically. “Nah, thanks Twilight. Ah’ll just- head on home.”

The unicorn waved goodbye and walked her friend to the door. AJ tipped her hat in farewell and walked quickly through the town. She barely smiled greetings to all the other citizens who walked by, though she didn’t stop to talk with anypony. The note was held by the very edge of her teeth, unwilling to ruin it before getting the chance to read it.

When the blonde returned home, she stopped just inside the doorway and spat out the note. She opened it, taking a deep breath and looking at what was written. The script was very neatly done, showing the experience and practice the author had.

(I’m calling off the deal. It doesn’t matter now. Don’t try to talk with me or make a new deal. May the best match for Rarity win. Which means me. I’m still going to win.)

AJ exhaled gustily. Her neck, feeling the heavy weight of guilty thoughts, bent down to the ground. Gosh darn it Spike… Ah hate doin’ this to ya, but… Ah love that mare. Drama an’ all. Ah’ll leave ya be… But ain’t gonna give up on her…

“Applejack! Tha’ you sweet pea?! Soup’s on!” The elder farmer’s call sounded from the kitchen.

Apple green eyes crawled along the familiar furniture and found the silhouettes of her family waiting in the other room. The warmth and happiness they radiated banished the guilt that plagued Applejack’s mind. Feeling better, even if it was just for the moment, she straightened up and crumpled the note. As she walked through the door, she took a shot and landed the paper into the wastebasket in the corner of the kitchen.

“Howdy y’all. Smells real good Granny, thanks. Sorry Ah wasn’t here to make it myself.” The blonde rubbed the back of her head apologetically as she took a seat near her older brother.

Granny Smith beamed at the oldest granddaughter as she brought the soup over to the table. Once she was close enough, Big Mac stood up and reached over to help move it to the center. While he started to dish out the vegetable soup, the granny focused on AJ.

“Don’tcha worry none, young’un. Ah ain’t done yet! Ya had some real important help to give tha’ real fancy friend o’ yers. We were able tah get through a day without ya hoverin’ like ah bird in th’ corn field.”

Applejack chuckled and nodded, smiling when her brother hoofed over a bowl. The rest of the evening went smoothly, family helping keep the darker thoughts at bay until the farm mare was able to use logic to fight them herself.

The purple dragon was not able to fight off his depressing thoughts. He was curled up in his room, a nest made from the power pony blankets. With the extra privacy, nopony else heard his whimpering sobs as he cried himself to sleep.

Chapter 21 - Can't take it anymore!

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Last week of April, 1005 A.D. (After Discord)

A soft wind caused the rows of apple trees to shiver and creek. The soothing sound made the orange furred farmer to tip her hat back and take a calming breath. Using the same motion to swipe at her brow, Applejack checked on the trees surrounding her. Every few paces, she scratched at the dirt, sniffing and checking its color.

In the distance, three sets of hooves thumped against the ground. It was a vastly different rhythm than the slow one used by the mare. When the racing steps broke the tranquil peace, Applejack paused, turning her gaze and ears to the sound. She quickly picked up the shouts of her younger sister and friends who were rapidly approaching. The older farmer sighed and raised a hoof to her mouth.

“Over here sis!” In moments, she had three fillies, out of breath, before her. “What’s goin’ on Apple Bloom? Somethin’ the matter?”

The young earth pony raised a hoof, took a large gulp of air and expelled it all in a rush. “SweetieBelleaskedhersisterifshewantedtocomecampin’andshesaidyes…!”

The blonde blinked slowly, her mind furiously working on what was said. When the effort only produced the start of a headache, she rubbed her forehead and stared at her sister. “What?”

Sweetie Belle sighed. Stepping forward, she took a few gulps of air before giving a try to explain.

“I asked my sister if she wanted to go camping… and she said yes…! Can we go with you?” The unicorn filly tried her puppy eyes on the grownup only to have Applejack laugh at the attempt.

“Heh heh heh, that’s the best ‘oh Ah’m so sad, Ah’m a like a little lost puppy’ eyes ya got? Ain’t no way that convinced Rarity to go.” The blonde turned with another chuckle.

“But sis’! We ain’t lyin’!” Apple Bloom perked up from behind her friends. “We all really saw Rarity sayin’ yes!”

“Yeah!” Scootaloo piped up with a buzz of her wings.

Applejack scratched the back of her head with a confused frown. Shaking it, she began the long trot back to the edge of the field.

“Alright, y’all hang out. Ah’m gonna make sure uhm… that Rarity knows what to pack.” The trio of fillies shouted and raced ahead of the older mare.

Apple Bloom looked back and shouted over her shoulder. “Oh and Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash wanted to come too!”

“What did y’all say?!?” The older farmer paused, frowning even deeper. The three fillies gave one final shout as they kept going.

“Thank you!”

The blonde rolled her eyes and kept going. She grumbled half-heartedly about meddling sisters. As she walked through the fields and nearby town, the farmer re-did some of her plans to account for the brash pegasus tagging along. When her thoughts reached the fashion designer, it stuttered for a second.

Ah… Ah don’t think she is comin’... She near about had a heart attack when Ah mentioned it before. Maybe she changed her mind…?

Soon she was standing before the boutique’s door. Applejack bit her lip before taking a deep, calming breath. She took her hat off and held it to her chest. Giving a brief but solid knock, the farm pony waited with a speeding heartbeat. Still haven’t asked her to tha’ date…

“Coming!” The sing songy tone sent chills down the orange mare’s back.

Rarity opened the door with a checklist in her magical hold. She tipped her glasses down to have a clear view of the waiting pony. Her eyes widened with pleasant surprise, golden locks set over a freckled muzzle set the tailor’s heart to race against her ribcage.

“A-Applejack, darlin’, I didn’t expect to see you! Please, why don’t you come inside?” Rarity trotted backwards, a hoof going to her mane to be sure it wasn’t out of place. The farmer set her hat back on her head with a small smirk.

“Howdy Rare. Sure hope Ah wasn’t interruptin’ anything.”

“Not at all, not at all, I was merely trying to organize what I would need for the uh, camping.” The unicorn couldn’t hold back her shudder. Though when the earth pony strode inside, her thoughts derailed into wonder at the graceful motion. By the time Applejack swung around to face the other mare, Rarity managed to pull her sight from the muscular body and into shining emeralds.

“About that… Ya sure ya wanna come?” The apple farmer tried to keep her voice neutral and light. “We’ll be campin’ at Winsome Falls. Ain’t goin’ to be any walk in the park.”

The fashionista added extra flair to her gasp, with a hoof to her forehead and swoon to her stance.

“You think I cannot handle getting a little ‘dirty’?!” The other mare deadpanned the prissy unicorn into dropping the pose. “Well, while it is true that I do not like dirt, I can certainly ‘make do’.” Rarity used air quotes while her mind continued. As if seeing you before the fifth isn’t an excuse to accept as well…

Applejack scratched beneath her hat and tried to avoid drowning in a sea of sapphire blue. “Well, alright, if ya say so. Ah can help ya with yer list if you’d like.”

Rarity perked up and clapped her hooves in excitement.

“Marvelous!” She floated the list over while dragging the red cushioned couch to them. The enthusiastic unicorn hopped up and shyly patted the seat beside her.

The earth mare smirked and made her slower way to the seat. She settled close but not touching the prim mare, mindful of the dirt and sweat in her fur. Both mares took a deep breath, enjoying the scents they found. Rarity leaned into the earth pony and pushed her glasses back into place. Applejack tensed a little before relaxing once she found there was no complaint of the smell and leaned into the other, looking at the list in front of them.

“I wasn’t sure if we would have any sort of structures to take shelter in, so I was planning on procuring a ‘tent’ large enough for everypony. How many are going on the camping trip? Would we need matching scarves or hats…?” Rarity trailed off as she glanced to the mare against her who stared back amused.

“Matchin’ scarves? Really?” The apple farmer snorted in laughter before reaching out with her right hoof, enjoying the contact of it brushing against the pale-gray fur. She pointed to the list, making a comment as she gestured to each item on the list. “Ya don’t need so many kinds of clothin’. We will be campin’ with some shelter, like caves an’ under the trees. It’ll be kind of chilly, you’ll need a proper sleepin’ roll.”

Rarity pulled over a new piece of paper, making notes on what would happen and what she needed. Some of her more prissy comments drew a few giggles from the other pony. Applejack pressed closer to the fashionista and continued to explain.

“We’re gonna be making a few stops before gettin’ to our official camp site. We’ll need enough food for everypony…” The farmer trailed off a little. Noticing that her uncertainty was discovered by the slowing quill and tilt of alabaster muzzle, Applejack sighed and reached up to give Rarity a nudge with her nose. “Normally it is jus’ me an my sis’ goin’ camping, but they were hopin’ to have Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash comin’ along too. Hope ya don’t mind.”

Rarity stared a little confused and kept her voice soft, even as her heart demanded time alone with the apple scented mare. “It’s your camping trip darlin’, you can invite whomever you like.”

“If ya make it through this campin’ trip, we could go campin’ again, without the others if you’d like.” Applejack stared off to the side, uncertain that Rarity would want to do so. Don’t even know why she agreed to go this time anyways… Could be for an entirely different reason.

The tailor peeked at the other mare, her heart and mind shouted out in joy while she bit her lip to stop any obvious signs of affection. She shifted in place before starting to make a few more notes on her new list.

“Darlin’, I would quite enjoy doing something like that with you. But it may be a good idea to see how I manage with just camping as it is.” Rarity looked to the ceiling, trying to keep her voice light and without any sign of longing. “Even if it is not trying new things, I’m sure there is something we could do together…”

The blonde gulped, closing her eyes as she tried to think through her words. Slowly, she adjusted her hat with her left hoof and reaching out to hold onto Rarity’s hoof with her right. “Well, speakin’ of doin’-doin’ stuff together… How ‘bout… we go out and eat after the-the campin’ trip…?”

Both mares went still, trying to detect what the other thought solely through body language. It was taken as a good sign that they were both heating up drastically.

“What, uhm, do you mean? Did you have a specific place in mind…?” Is… it a special place…? Could it be…?

“Well, it would- it would be the… the settin’ where we could talk properly.” Applejack’s face blazed as she tried to ask for a date without giving away the fact she was trying to ask out the fashion mare. “We could also say it is an ‘congratulations on not dyin’ because of dirt’ thing too.” The farmer flashed a teasing smile only have it falter into an uncertain one.

“I… I would like that a lot darlin’. When would we be able to finally have that talk…?” Rarity tried to keep calm while her inner mind happily screamed and giggled.

“Y-ya know that place, the Spring Leaf? We could meet there at eight, May fifth, if-if ya want…” Applejack coughed lightly into her hoof, trying to chase away the fear that the invitation would be denied.

Rarity’s breath hitched before she started to lightly laugh to herself. She tried to cover the sound with a hoof but the earth pony still noticed. The blonde sighed gustily and started to stand up when a light hoof on her shoulder stopped her in place.

“Darlin’, what a wondrous coincidence.” More laughter, gentle and affectionate, broke up Rarity’s explanation. “I had been trying to find a way to ask you to join me at the very same restaurant, for that very same day. Merely a half hour earlier.”

Applejack leaned her neck back, staring with open shock at the unicorn beside her. Rarity watched her with a wide beam, eyes half-closed as she felt the joy in her very bones. Maybe- maybe she was thinking of asking the same thing I was planning to! That’s not any old restaurant, one can’t simply go without having dressed up or prepared for it. It needs a reservation! A month, if not longer, waiting period!

“Ya-ya were? For a certain kind o’ talk?” The earth pony couldn’t stop the blush from spreading across her muzzle.

“Yes. I was hoping to speak with you concerning a matter that has been far too long unaddressed. Something that indeed, needs the proper setting to convey.” The fashionista’s smile never faltered, waiting for the other to get over the surprise.

When Applejack did recover, she too smiled, leaning back into place. “Ah’d like that. Ah’d like it a lot. But only if it’s my treat.”

“If you’d like, darlin’.” Rarity fluttered her lashes, distracting the farmer for a second. It sent a flutter through her own heart, knowing that it was her actions that made the earth pony flustered.

“And! Ah get tah talk first.” Applejack smirked as she leaned closer, trying to get even with the prim mare. It worked for a second, but the tailor was used to flirting attempts. She smirked in turn, eyes changing to a teasing glint.

“If you’re sure you can manage it dear.”

The earth pony blinked before trying for a confident smile. “Guess we’ll see in about ten days or so, huh?”

Rarity’s smile wavered for a second at the reminder of how long they still had to wait. The change was noticed easily by the other mare who reached a hoof to lift up the tailor’s chin.

“Don’t ya worry ‘bout nothin’. It’ll be here before ya know it.” Emerald orbs traveled over to the two lists left forgotten in a blue hue. “Why don’t we get back to that there list, hm?”

The unicorn’s mood lifted and she nodded, pulling the two papers over and looking them over again. She allowed her mind to wander, lulled by the southern drawl, even as she continued her note taking. Applejack eventually ran out of things to explain, and merely watched the unicorn continue writing comments on what she would need.

Is… was she really gonna ask me to Spring Leaf…? That’s just the kind of place ya go fer dates… Was she tryin’ to… ask me out…? Ah sure hope so… Green orbs scanned the list that was growing ever longer and crinkled with silent laughter. Why is she puttin’ all that on a list for camping? She’s kiddin’ with that, right?

“Rarity…? Why do ya have ‘make-up kit medium large’ on yer list?”

The unicorn blushed and twitched the paper way. There was a red coating to her cheeks as she pouted. “One never knows when you need to touch up a few things…”

“Well, Ah think ya look pretty enough as it is, don’t think ya’ll need that thin’.” Applejack blinked after her statement, realizing she let on a little too much. Seeing the blush deepen on the other mare, she half-smirked with one of her own, pleased that it was a positive reaction.

“W-well, if you say so darlin’...” Rarity struck out the line before writing further.

The two spent more time finalizing the needed items, with the unicorn wanting to help provide the majority of supplies needed. It was something the fashion designer insisted she help with and the apple farmer didn’t want to argue. Though she would provide the cart to hold all the supplies.

Once evening had arrived, Applejack had to head on her way, having used most of her day in a way she hadn’t expected. Neither mare was pleased that it had to happen, but didn’t show their disappointment. Rarity sat by her front window, watching the golden mane wave in the wind, as she tried to hold back an unlady-like squeal of joy.

She had planned to ask me out!!!! Pale-gray limbs twitched, barely resisting from launching their owner into the air. Surely this means she hopes- even wants us to be special someponies! I better make sure that everything is absolutely perfect for the camping and date afterwards!

A large case floated in the air to balance precariously on top of a stack of them. The wooden cart barely moved, showing no signs of the strain. A delicate hoof, pampered and prepped for a long journey and no time to be treated, pushed against the side and found no resistance.

“Good. Thank you so much for finding that spell darling!” Rarity beamed at the lavender unicorn who wiped at her brow in exhaustion. The tailor ran a hoof over her own ensemble; a light cotton pink dress with yellow scarf to keep her mane from snagging on any stray branches. Finding no issues, she checked on the pile, wanting to be absolutely sure it was properly balanced.

“No problem Rarity. You shouldn’t feel any of the weight now…” Purple eyes coasted over the pile. “... Though I’m not sure you need all that for camping.”

The fashion designer laughed nervously as she eyed the fat book that was teleported into the air beside the librarian.

“Now now, there is no need to worry. I spoke with Applejack about this whole thing and made a list based on what we spoke of.” Rarity’s mention of a list brought relief and appeasement to the other unicorn.

“Alright, if you’re sure. Have a nice weekend!” Twilight waved farewell while the fashionista used a hoofkerchief to wave goodbye.

“Thanks again darling! Have a nice weekend with your special somepony.” Rarity winked conspiratorially while holding back a happy giggle of her own. Just as I shall have one of my own soon enough!

The tailor pulled over her list and compared it to the mound of luggage. She checked off each part with a pleased grin before coming to a stop at the last note. Check that Sweetie Belle hasn’t moved or done anything to ‘help’.... Ohh, I look away for one second! The unicorn rolled up the list with a flash of magic and scanned the area. When there wasn’t any sign of the filly, she bit her lip and started to circle the wagon frantically. The older mare stumbled to a halt, almost falling over the stationary figure waiting on the other side.

“O-oh ho ho ho, Sweetie Belle, darling, what uhm, are you doing?” Rarity tried to brush back a lock of mane that came loose during the speed up while smiling evenly to the young girl.

The filly gave a small start, pulling back from where she had been staring at the wheel axle and grinned to her sister.

“Oh hey Rarity…! I was just looking at the spell and uh, wondering if I could help you with pulling the cart?” Sweetie Belle tried to use a lesser version of her ‘puppy eyes’, learning from Applejack’s comments. Rarity stared at the girl in confusion.

“You… want to pull the cart…?” She looked to the structure, assessing how much damage the girl could do with it attached. “Darling, why?”

Sweetie Belle shuffled on her hooves, head down and anxious. “Well, I was hoping to get a little stronger by practicing pulling on the cart.”

“Sweetie, you just saw Twilight put a spell onto it that makes it weightless. How would that help you grow stronger?” Rarity squinted her eyes, suspicions racing through her mind. “Why do you want to get physically stronger…?”

“Well, I just wanted some practice. I don’t know what my talent is yet, I might need to get stronger.” The filly kicked at a loose stone and shrugged. She glanced up, hopeful. “Can I?”

The fashion designer looked between her sister and the wagon for a moment longer before sighing in resignation. Giving a little nod of acceptance, she went inside to grab the specially designed straps that gave the ultimate comfort to the user. When the older sister came back outside, she found a blur of motion and innocent smile waiting for her. Rarity came to a stop and stared at the filly.

“What did you do…?”

“What? Nothing. Why?” Sweetie Belle responded instantly, her voice light.

Rarity kept one brow raised as she trotted forward and attached the straps to the poles. The filly rushed forward, taking hold and strapping in. The fashion designer paused at the speed. She watched the girl with a little hesitation before starting forward at her usual speed. It wasn’t even half a block before she realized she lost the girl. Glancing back, Rarity was surprised to find Sweetie Belle struggling to pull the wagon forward, sweat and strain obvious on her face.

“Darling, whatever is the matter? Surely the spell hasn’t worn off yet…?” The unicorn stepped closer to the filly.

“Don’t worry…! I got it...!” Sweetie Belle huffed in response as she pulled the cart.

The older unicorn frowned in disbelief. She watched her sister closely, not sure if she should insist on taking over, before accepting the girl’s determination and trotting onwards once more. Together, the two unicorns made their way to the forest trail on the east end of town, drawing multitudes of looks along the way. Not that Rarity noticed. Her mind was already thinking about the mare waiting for their arrival.

They walked past the wide open fields that surrounded their little town, and went up and down some of the hills that stood between the meeting place and the travelers. The sky was once again bright and clear, letting the sun beam down to the waiting ponies below. The sight and wonder paled when Rarity thought of the mare waiting for them further up the road.

On the horizon was three different spots of color that stood out stark against the forest. The unicorns felt their heart rate speed up at the waiting ponies and picked up their pace to meet the others. Rarity ran a hoof through her mane with a pleased smile. She made sure her sunglasses were settled properly on the bridge of her nose before trying to call out.

“Heey!”

Applejack’s ears perked up, breaking free of the shock at seeing the large mound of suitcases. Laughing to herself, she trotted forward and looked teasingly to the unicorn.

“Gee Rarity, did ya remember to pack?”

The pale-gray mare didn’t bat an eye, sending a response back in a flash, attempting to confound the other.

“Oh, well let’s see who gets the last laugh when you’re absolutely desperate to curl your eyelashes when you realize you didn’t bring your eyelash curler.” She trotted forward, nose in the air. Ha ha! If you want to tease a mare for being too prepared, you’ll have to work for it…! Wait, where did she go?

The unicorn jolted back into her surroundings, searching for their guide with wide eyes. She found the apple of her heart staring further down the trail. Rarity picked up her pace only to slow down to match Applejack’s.

“Darlin’... You don’t mind my over excitement in packing, do you?” The tailor’s soft words drew unfocused green orbs to peek at the pile.

“Ah figured ya’d want to pack a lot, but not like that.” Applejack kept her voice just as low. “Why is yer sister pullin’ it?” The question was firm, a change from the joking one used earlier.

The sharper tone, unheard for months and almost never directed to her, shocked the pale-gray pony. Her mouth dropped open before raising in anxiety.

“A-Applejack, darlin’! No! I-I had Twilight put a weightless spell on the cart. It shouldn’t weigh anything!” Rarity took a half step to block the apple farmer’s path, blue orbs dilated and desperate. “She insisted on pulling it!”

The blonde mare looked back wide-eyed at the suddenly despairing voice and form of her crush. She fought the urge to hold the unicorn and kept her hooves planted firmly into the ground. She gave the wagon a quick check and shrugged.

“A-alright, alright, Ah believe ya!” Applejack waved a hoof. “Ah just- wasn’t sure ya were doin’ right by yer sis’. Sorry Ah doubted ya.”

Rarity took a deep breath, her tense limbs going loose once more. Trying for a light, joking tone, she raised her nose into the air. “Well then, perhaps you shan’t doubt me or my intentions again.”

“Guess yer right. Won’t make that mistake again.” The earth pony rubbed the back of her head with a half-smirk. She allowed her steps to draw closer to the fancily dressed mare and bump her shoulder.

The fashion designer giggled to herself and trotted forward. Applejack keep a watch on everypony as they walked as well as the surroundings. Sweet Oaks Forest wasn’t known for its dangers but with so many precious beings on this trip, the farm mare wasn’t going to take chances. They followed the path as it weaved and traced the cliff side. Not even ten minutes later, the tailor pipped up.

“Darlin’, are we there yet?” Rarity shot her sister a smug grin before looking at the leading mare with a teasing glint.

“No, we ain’t there yet.” Applejack’s voice was light and jovial.

A few minutes later, the older unicorn put a tiny touch of whine in her voice. “Are we there yet?” Another playful wink went to the younger unicorn.

The orange furred mare rolled her eyes, though the smirk never left her face. “Nah, we ain’t there yet.”

“How about now Darlin’?”

“No Rarity, we haven’t arrived yet.”

“What about now?”

“No Rarity. We ain’t there.”

The three fillies giggled at the playful tones, though it began to trail away as more and more whine crept into the older unicorn’s voice. By the time they reached the first camping site, the younger ponies no longer thought it was funny and Applejack decided for one last tease before stopping the unicorn from prancing on everypony’s nerves any further.

Rarity wasn’t nearly as amused by the response and watched disinterested as Rainbow Dash set up the place. Honestly, what a show off. I bet that Applejack could do just as well with less effort. Her thoughts derailed as the apple farmer trotted over while the kids walked up to the older pegasus.

“Rarity, ya gonna be ok?” Applejack frowned worriedly, tipping back her hat as she sent her sights to the skyline. “If ya can’t keep up an’ want to head on home, Ah’d- Ah’d understand.”

The pale-gray mare scowled in confusion, tilting her head while inching closer to the other.

“I’m fine darlin’. I was trying to lighten the mood, though I suppose I did take it a little far at the end.” Rarity turned her gaze up to the same sky as the farmer. “My apologies Applejack. I’ll try not to take it too far again.”

Applejack sighed, the tension melting away. “That’s good. Ah was worried somethin’ was wrong there for a second. Ah’ll go check with Dash if ya want to unload some of the supplies.”

“Sure thing darlin’.” The unicorn turned to the wagon only to find her little sister already there and waiting.

“Hi! I’ll do it!” Sweetie Belle rushed for the luggage. Rarity stuttered and tried to help direct the younger mare’s focus to the proper supplies.

On the other side of the camp, the earth pony and pegasus were in deep conversation. The other fillies were already working on collecting twigs and branches, giving them the chance for uninterrupted adult talk.

“So, how’s that ‘plan’ going?” Rainbow leaned closer, stressing her words without moving her lips.

“Ah got it Dash.” Applejack took off her backpack and set it next to her planned location. Not wanting to be too close to the unicorns, least she become too tempted, she set up across the way from where Rarity started to place her tent. “Don’t ya worry none.”

“Sure doesn’t seem like it to me AJ.” Dash rolled her eyes before leaning even closer. “Camp trip might be a good time for showing off your stuff.”

“Ah know what Ah’m doin’ RD. Why don’t ya make sure the kids are behaving an’ Ah’ll check what in the hay Rarity is doin’ with that big ol’ tent of hers.” The earth pony walked over the two unicorns with a gentle grin.

“Y’all doin’ alright….? Tent big enough for the two of y’all?”

The southern voice caused Rarity to startle with a wide beam. She tapped her chin, scrutinizing the design as she pretended to have been focused on the tent instead of what the two other mares had been talking about. Show me her stuff huh…? Let’s see what she has in store then.

“Well, I simply couldn’t go out without making it look absolutely fabulous. Plenty of room should something happen and we all need to use one sturdy shelter.” Rarity peeked over to the earth mare, warmth seeping from her eyes. “Unless you would prefer to ‘rough it’ without a roof over your head?”

Applejack rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. “Shucks, if we had tah, we could all bundle up together to save on heatin’. But don’t ya worry none, Rainbow Dash said there won’t be any sort of weather problem for the next week.”

The blonde smirked at the flustered unicorn before turning around to the camp fire. She found the other fillies had all the wood they would need for the night. In seconds, the farm mare had a roaring blaze going. She was about to pull some of the food stores from the cart when Apple Bloom rushed forward to do that. The older earth pony stared at the action in bewilderment before shrugging it off.

Rarity moved to watch the blonde walk, gaze focused on the confident stride. She bit her lip for a second when she remembered that they weren’t alone with the sight of a rushing filly who surged forward to help with the wagon. Rarity! Not while we have little girls present! Focus, darling, focus!

As evening wore on, the group gathered around the fire, dirty plates set off to the side. Each pair of siblings sat on their own log. To prevent accidental or otherwise movement, both Rarity and Applejack had placed siblings between them. Rainbow Dash scowled as she looked between the two. When the older earth pony noticed the scrutiny, she squinted suspiciously at the brash pegasus. Dash gave the watchful green eyes a wide, almost evil grin.

“I know what we can do now…!” The older pegasus rubbed her forehooves together. “Tell scary stories!”

The two other mares rolled their eyes, catching the other’s gaze and sharing a bemused smile. Applejack listened to the familiar tales, some of which had been passed around the local camp fire for generations. She took a quick peek over to the two unicorns and younger earth pony and found the girls were starting to shiver at the setting Dash painted. When it came time for the big scare, both older siblings were there waiting for the frightened girls to latch onto them. Their minds registered how dissimilar it was to the proximity they had with the opposite mare, but swallowed the urge to reach out.

This camping trip was to both spend more time with Applejack AND with my beloved sister. I shouldn’t become distressed when I don’t get to actually be any closer to her… Rarity smiled tenderly to her sister only to notice that the girls were starting to fall asleep on their hooves. Glancing up, she found Applejack in a similar situation.

“Alright y’all, Ah think it’s about time we head off fer bed. Still got a ways to walk tomorrow.” The blonde nudged her sister into motion. Her gaze went to oceans of sapphire and her breath exhaled in a rush. “Goodnight…”

“Good night darlin’...” Rarity whispered in turn, eyes locked onto emeralds that shone brightly in the firelight. Her mind snapped back into focus at the harsh cough that came from her right, drawing her sights to the pegasus who floated smugly above her seat. The unicorn didn’t say a word, merely raising a challenging brow that was answered only by a snicker.

The group settled into their rolls for the night, each lost to their own thoughts. None realized the predicament of the others as closed tent flaps prevented them from seeing the wide eyed gaze of the others. Though Rainbow Dash did manage to start snoring loudly from her own tent.

Rarity listened to the sounds of nature around her tent and found her thoughts still drifted to the pair of earth ponies in the shelter across the fire. Is… Is this what they hear each night? Being located in the middle of town means I don’t usually hear all of the individual sounds… What could she possibly enjoy about my company…? I must remember to ask her while we’re on that date… Further internal giggling accompanied the thought. The warmth of her musings allowed the frantically out of place unicorn to finally float into unconsciousness.

In the tent next door, Applejack also found the sounds around them to relax her spirit, even as her mind spun furiously. Why would she ever consider goin’ out with me…? Ain’t goin’ back on my word, no way no how, but maybe… Maybe Ah could kind of ask her about that in the mornin’? See what she gots to say… Eeyup, that sounds like a good ol’ plan. Ah’ll make breakfast an’ ask her.

-NSSSL-

Before the sun was up and the fire embers were completely out, the older farm pony was up and out of the tent, poking the fire back into life. Satisfied that she could leave it to burn for a few moments, she turned towards the cart with a shake of her muzzle. Can’t believe she went an’ brought all this for a simple campin’ trip… Applejack was only able to take two steps closer to the stack when a blur of olive-yellow rushed by, reaching the wagon before her older sister.

“H-hey Sis’, what’cha need?” Apple Bloom rubbed at her eyes, flashing a half-asleep grin in the direction of the larger mare.

“Ah just need to get those oat hashbrowns, hay-strips and eggs for breakfast. If ya don’t mind -?” The older farmer was about to reach above the filly when she cut in, pushing the reaching hoof away.

“Sure thin’! Ah’ll get that right for ya!”

Applejack jerked back, brows shooting up. “Alright…” She waited a few seconds for the satchel of food. Once it was in hoof, she slowly turned and went back to the fire.

When the smell floated up from the fire, the sounds of movement appeared from the two other tents. The first one to appear was a pale-gray muzzle topped by a sleeping mask. Applejack couldn’t hold back light laughter at the sight and tried to muffle it to no avail. The muzzle twitched into a smile as more of its owner appeared from the confines of the tent.

“Good morning Applejack…” Rarity tugged the mask from her eyes and used the motion to brush some of her mane from her face. Mind still cloudy from sleep, she took a much closer seat to the cooking pony than she had the previous night. “Smells wonderful, as usual.”

“Ya sure ‘bout that?” Applejack smirked, hoofing over a plate while the kettle began to whistle from it’s place beside the fire. “This is kind of rough fair here. Not always very pretty… Sure ya can handle it?”

Rarity paused, plate held aloft in her magical hue, as she heard the testing undertone. She looked with eyes slightly more awake than a few minutes before and saw the intense focus in the green orbs watching her. The pale-gray mare turned her sight to the meal and saw the ‘rough fair’. The food was thoroughly cooked, the smell floating up delicious and tempting, and while it was not something one would find in the upper society of Canterlot, it was exactly what anypony needed. Just what she needed, to start her day.

“Darlin’, this is exactly what I needed. Thank you.” The unicorn beamed at the earth pony. The smile melted into one of extreme caring. “Sometimes we need to keep things simple.”

The blonde’s muzzle burned as she broke the staring contest. She looked back to the fire, using the spatula in her fetlock to shift the bacon and eggs. Applejack coughed lightly, clearing her tight throat from emotion, and nodded to the kettle.

“Could… Could ya get that Rare? It’s everypony’s tea. Ah’ve got the food tah cook.”

“Of course. It would be my pleasure to help in any way I can.” The fashionista used another flash of magic to lift up the pot and cups, dishing out the leaves for a fresh morning brew.

Together, they made the group’s breakfast. Once they’d eaten, they allowed the fire to finish off and cleared the area, leaving the place better than they found it. Rarity used her minute attention to detail to help reset the field, directing the girls to move everything in place. Applejack checked the surroundings, one ear and eye always on the designer in the center of the clearing. She also studiously ignored the glaring cerise eyes that watched her movements.

So… She don’t mind roughin’ it huh…? Guess… Guess this trip got more done than usual. Maybe Ah have more than half a chance with her. The earth mare tried to help with the cart but the Crusaders wouldn’t let anyone touch the wagon. Leaving the kids to their own devices, she instead watched the unicorn who trotted along, staring at the forest around them. She couldn’t resist pulling up along side the other mare and leaning close to whisper into an alabaster ear.

“If ya think this here is pretty, wait ‘til we get to the actual falls. Almost rival yer eyes for bein’ beautiful.” Applejack couldn’t stop the blaze on her face or the tightening of her heart. Wanting to avoid overplaying her hoof, she picked up her pace.

Rarity stared on open mouthed, her own cheeks dusted with red. Her mouth shut with a snap when she saw the red on orange ears. She’s… She’s just getting so BOLD. Do… Do I step up my own game? I think I shall. She grinned mischievously before schooling her visage back into one of awe of her surroundings.

The tailor used the rest of the afternoon to plot her ‘revenge’. Every swish of gold strands drew her eye. Orange hooves were sure and steady, confident of the trail. Rarity didn’t even notice the others as they ran around the group. The two pegasi were willing to trail ahead. Not that either of the remaining mares saw.

Applejack, her eyes scanning the bushes, felt the presence on her right. Every time she looked to that side, the vibrant purple caught her eye and distracted her for a second. The flowery scent was different than the natural ones found along the trail. It was accented with a scent of grape, helping to identify the tailor from the world around them. Not like it ever wasn’t the case. The apple farmer laughed mutely to herself as the thought crossed her mind. As if Ah don’t always think about her when Ah’m not working. Amazin’ how often Ah end up thinkin’ about her, even when Ah don’t realize it.

The two mares didn’t notice how they gravitated closer and closer to one another as they walked along. Everypony else was enjoying the nature around them and left the two to their own work. Rarity started to enact her revenge. Every few steps she would flick out her tail as part of her walk, lightly brushing against the orange flank.

The first encounter caused the earth pony to stumble mid-stride. The next few times, she flinched back with a blush. Applejack glanced to her side, red over taking the few freckles that covered her muzzle.

“S-sugarcube? Everythin’ ok over there?”

Rarity lazily shifted her sights from the rows of trees on the right to meet the shocked green orbs. “Hmm? Everything’s fine with me darlin’. Everything alright on your side?”

The blonde swallowed softly, the teasing glint setting her blood on fire. “N-nah, Ah’m just peachy keen. Everythin’ running as smooth as next year’s apple cider.”

The unicorn half-smirked, eyelids drooping with a casual glance over the fit form. “If you say so, darlin’.”

Silence reigned for only a minute before Rarity started to her barrage once more. This time, instead of flinching or jumping away, shivers erupted under orange fur. When the fashion designer noticed the motion, she found an accompanying chill on her own skin at how she affected the sturdy earth pony. She barely stopped herself from biting her lip and outright staring at the motion.

The scheme kept their attention for the rest of the walk. When it was time for lunch, the two mares who had spent most of the morning teasing one another sat far apart, wanting to present a proper image for their younger siblings. Rainbow, who sat across the way, had both hooves crossed smugly as she watched her friends. The meal was quickly finished and soon enough they were on their way since they still had a ways to go.

Remembering the others present, Rarity couldn’t remove the red blaze that was slowly burning on her face. She kept a respectful distance from the orange furred earth pony, even as she felt her center continuously tugged to move closer. Her mind stayed blank, stunned at how far she allowed herself to go. It came back to life when the cliffside loomed up before the group. Wha-?

“No need for tents tonight y’all, we’ll just take shelter in that cave.”

In a CAVE?! Without anything over our head aside from rocks?? N-next to her? I-I wouldn’t be able to handle it! No. No, no, no no no no no. This shall not do at all!

Without looking to the others, the unicorn signaled for her sister to follow along with the appropriate cases in grasp. While the others set up the campfire, Rarity got her tent up, away from the front entrance. She wouldn’t want to overheat after all. Especially by sleeping next to a specific farmer. By the time she finished, dinner was waiting for her. The designer trotted out and found a pair of emeralds waiting for her.

“Ah was about to come in after ya.” Applejack held out a plate, her gaze questioning: Ya ok? “Ya didn’t have to put up yer tent.”

“O-oh, well, I don’t think I am quite ready for staying in a cave without some kind of shelter over top of my head.” Rarity reached out to grab her plate. “Thank you darlin’.”

During the meal, nopony spoke due to the food in their mouth. The older mares had their siblings right by their sides. Rarity strode to make sure that she had both fillies between her and Applejack. The feel of her muscular leg against her tail was now burned into her mind.

When it came time for more ‘scary stories’, Rarity reinforced staying away from the farmer by wrapping a hoof around her little sister. Applejack added to breaking the atmosphere by heckling Rainbow Dash. Honestly, who even believes these stories anymore? And all the same kind of overdramatic droll as well. At least Applejack has the right idea. Make things seem hardly as scary. There is much more in the world to be afraid of, and those are things we still have to deal with anyways.

The request for Sweetie Belle to sing prompted a proud smile from the older unicorn. She gave her sister an encouraging shake, clapping politely when the girl started to sing. Rarity’s smile became strained however when Sweetie chose to sing ‘ninety-nine buckets of oats on the wall’. Rainbow ‘helped’ by pushing the rest of the group close together on one log seat.

Rarity and Applejack shared a tense smile before focusing on the singer sitting on the rock before them. She tried to make sure Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were between them, but the kids instead sat on the ends. Even Rainbow Dash didn’t want to sit on the log and sat in front on the ground. The unicorn lost her pleased expression as Sweetie Belle tried to pour in the passion and ended up with a high pitched mess. The late hour started to take a toll on the older sister and she started to close her eyes with a sigh. Rarity swayed slightly in her seat until she came to a rest against a solid wall of warmth. Sneaking open an eye, she found a mass of orange leaning against her.

“A-applejack…?” The soft whisper caused the other mare to shift closer.

“Don’t worry sugarcube… Ah know yer real tired, ya can lean against me.” Applejack smiled as she felt the other mare get more comfortable.

As the evening wore on, the earth pony also felt the wear of the trek. Her gaze started to close and she leaned closer to the unicorn. Rarity sighed at the warmth and slipped down, allowing the earth pony to cover more and heat her up further. Applejack exhaled in a loud rush before taking a deep breath of the perfume below her.

“... OATS ON THE WALLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!”

The shouting finish jolted everypony else awake; except for the stressed out young pegasus who was already awake. Rarity was disorientated, and searched the area for what woke her up. The heavy scent of apples hung in her nose. Light snoring caught her attention and the older unicorn realized her sister had dropped asleep.

While Rarity levitated the filly into the air, Applejack leaned over without making eye contact, her ears flat in embarrassment. “S-sorry for falling asleep on ya…”

The fashionista froze, blood flash freezing before heating to a boiling point. Her fur stood on end, allowing the scent of apples to float up once again. I-I-I smell like her!! She- she rested on me! Was-

“...Was I comfortable?” Rarity’s gaze widened though she tried to hide the shock and curiosity she felt.

Applejack also stopped for a second, her heart swelling as it sank at the same time. Green eyes spun around wildly before she took a deep breath. Foreign flowers with a touch of grape filled her veins and gave her the courage to respond.

“Best nap Ah ever had.”

Neither mare spoke, their throats constricted by temptation and heat. Rainbow Dash didn’t notice, to their appreciation, since she was talking to the young pegasus. Rarity was mortified and ecstatic at the same time. She didn’t stop to speak to any of the others, heading straight for her tent.

Thank Celestia I set up my tent! I-I can’t face her right now! Not without losing what little sanity I have left!

The fashion designer tucked her sister into the sleeping bag and tried to slip into her own. Except her own was too much. She tossed and turned, flipping open the side and closing it again. She tried to hold back her unlady-like grumbling but wasn’t anywhere close to successful. The sound disturbed the younger mare sleeping on the other side of the tent. Rarity flinched when Sweetie Belle mumbled a question before settling down again.

Rarity sighed and stood up from her sleeping bag. She brushed her sister’s mane away from her face before planting a soft kiss. “I shall be right back darling… Sleep well.”

Opening the shelter’s doorway, she peeked out, checking that the others were indeed still asleep. Her sight stilled over the blonde and orange hidden beneath the covers. Applejack… I don’t know if I can wait much longer for that talk or dinner… Rarity fought the need to embrace the earth pony and tiphoofed out of the cave, letting the droplets of water disguise the sound she made. Silently, she went outside, past the circle of rocks that held dim embers, and into the forest waiting just beyond the clearing. Not thinking of the path, she took the easiest route that wouldn’t lead her back to town.

Applejack dreamed of fluffy clouds. They weren’t wet and didn’t dissipate under her touch; they actually grew warmer when she pet them soothingly. There wasn’t very much smell in the dream, aside from some dampness and leafy greens. It was the waift of the special perfume that jarred her from sleep. Rarity…? The desire to find and help the unicorn pulled the farmer awake, drifting up and out of her bed. Rubbing her sight clear of eye gunk, she caught sight of purple and pale-gray leaving the cave.

“Rare…?” The earth pony carefully got out of the sleeping bag and followed the elusive mare.

Once outside, it wasn’t too hard to follow her, considering how the tailor gave up being quiet when she entered the forest. Applejack used her ears more than her eyes to follow the pale-gray shadow moving through the brush, inner compass keeping track of where they were and where the cave was.

The full moon shone down, illuminating the area. Trees, tall and leafy, blocked the light occasionally, casting extra shadows and adding an air of mystery. This thickness, coupled with her mind still half asleep, painted the air around her in a new light. Fireflies, still wide awake and floating, gave random bursts of light. Applejack grew a little worried when she couldn’t hear the unicorn walking ahead of her and called out softly.

“Rarity…?”

She pushed past another line of berry bushes into a small circle of trees and flowers. The fireflies were clumped closer in the small space because of the flowers and bushes, and lit up the unicorn from underneath, brightening up what was already beautiful for the earth pony.

“Applejack…?” Rarity’s breath hitched as the blonde appeared from the sidelines. The bugs chose that moment to light up, adding to the sudden arrival with a shine to the golden waves of loose mane. She hadn’t even put her hat back on when she got up.

The unicorn stood in the center of the patch of grass, her limbs tense and prepped for flight. In which direction, away from or to the other mare, she wasn’t sure. Applejack took slow steps closer, eyes drooping to both block out the brightness and the beauty from blinding her.

“Ya ok there Rare…? Why ya all the way out here…?” She stopped a hoof’s length away, unable to break past the wall that was between them. She focused on the space between them, trying to decide how she knew crossing that boundary would cause everything to change.

Rarity also felt the space between them, giving it a single look before turning brilliant sapphire eyes to emeralds. “I couldn’t sleep…”

“Anythin’ Ah can do…?”

The two paused as the bugs went dark as a wind rustled the trees around them. When the moonlight came back, chasing away the brief shadows, Rarity tilted her head up to see the stars twinkling above with a loving smile.

“You’ve done so much…”

Applejack smirked, bashful, as her gaze fell along the graceful lines to the ground and flowers below. Spying a pale-pink moon flower curling up along side the unicorn, she reached out and pulled it tenderly from the ground. She made sure the stem was neatly even and clean. Taking a deep breath, the apple farmer pushed past the invisible wall, shivering at the closeness the two now shared. She set the flower behind the pale-gray ear and brushed the loose purple mane back.

“Sometimes, it don’t feel like enough…”

Lightning bugs swirled around the duo, casting parts of their faces and bodies into shadow and light, though their eyes continued to shine in the moonlight. The orange hoof didn’t move away from the pale-gray neck, sending a wave of scorching desire through the unicorn. With the barrier broken, the draw of raw strength grew and Rarity was unable to fight it any longer. Feeling the fashion mare inch into the hoof, Applejack couldn’t stop her limb from snaking around the mare, helping her bridge the distance.

The motion caused the fireflies to scatter into flight, blinking and flashing their lights as they traveled. The mares shuttered their eyelids against the sudden glow.

“You are enough for me…” Rarity tried to assure the farmer but found it was hard to speak as her muzzle bumped into soft fur that smelled of apples. Applejack opened her mouth to reply but couldn’t, finding something stopped her words from escaping.

Their cores boiled over, surging to their hooftips, the heat second only to the softness they felt against their lips. Applejack’s hoof tightened, tugging the unicorn closer as she hummed, mouth twitching into a half-smirk. Rarity’s forehooves, slowed by the release of endorphins, encircled the strong neck of the earth mare. Her body melted, limbs going too loose to hold her up. But the fashion designer felt no fear, trusting the other to hold her upright. Instead, she tried to memorize as much as she could of apples and sweetness.

While it had gone dark for the two mares, their eyes having naturally closed as the distance grew shorter between them, they felt the fire and searing blaze of the other, painting the scene around them. The wind picked up, throwing shadows around them and lightning bugs into the air. The moon flowers, their petals fully unfurled in the dim light, swayed, filling the air with their fragrance.

As one, the mares exhaled, pulling apart as their need for air beat out their need to keep the embrace continuing. Heavy eyelids drifted open, allowing the two to see the rest of the world again, though their focus was the other pony in their grip.

“A-applejack…” Rarity’s face leisurely morphed into a radiant smirk. She raised one of her hooves from it’s place around the orange neck to hold the bright red muzzle.

“Sug-...” Applejack paused, trying to grasp a hold of the words that eluded her while her smirk degraded in uncertainty. “Rare, Ah-”

The unicorn’s breath hitched, hope battling the scalding desire in her barrel, when rustling on the edge of the open space made her take another breath in. She broke out in coughs, unable to withstand so much oxygen at once. The farmer frowned, her own chest tightening in worry, as she pat the pale-gray back. While Rarity attempted to even out her breathing, Applejack turned to stare at the disturbance, placing herself between it and her crush.

“Applejack…?!”

The shrill voice, it’s southern tinge evident even when it was nearly shouted to the heavens, provided evidence to who it belonged to. It was followed by an even shriller voice, not meant to go into those high ranges but attempting to anyways.

“Rarity...!”

The wind, and passion, died down, leaving coolness that froze limbs that seconds ago were melted entirely. Applejack bit her lip and shut her eyes, face scrunching as she tried to maintain control of herself. Rarity closed her own gaze, burying her face into the still warm orange shoulder and sneaking one last sniff of the scent before pulling out of the inviting hooves. The earth pony checked on the other mare and saw acceptance and resignation waiting for her. She sighed, slumping momentarily before fully releasing her hold.

“Over here Apple Bloom!” The farm mare stood up and took a half step back, turning to face the direction the shouts had came from.

Rarity exhaled through her nose, sisterly concern waring with the slow burn that had exploded into flame in a single moment. She attempted to take a few calming breaths only for the technique to fail when she breathed in the sweet fruit that was always present with the other mare. The fashion designer barely caught herself from leaning into the orange coat once more, a motion that didn’t go unnoticed by the recipient. Applejack raised one brow, her gaze hooded, while Rarity cleared her throat.

“I- I’m over here as well Sweetie!”

The farm mare trotted a few steps closer to the bushes in time for her little sister to pop into the open. Apple Bloom took a relieved breath only to be knocked forward by a tangle of pale-gray limbs. The filly gave her friend a rapid check before looking to the older farmer.

“Scootaloo ran off!” The earth filly’s words were accented by fast nodding from the young unicorn beside her.

The two older ponies stiffened, minds and eyes waking up suddenly.

“What?!”

Applejack rushed forward, mind plotting out the emergency plan. Rarity was close behind, focused more on the task at hoof instead of the body running before her. The fillies chased their sisters, trying to shout explanations as they ran.

“I woke up and Rarity wasn’t there and so I went out to try and find her and then I noticed that Scootaloo wasn’t there and then that Applejack wasn’t there and I got worried and-”

“Sweetie, we can talk more at camp,” Rarity shouted back with her exhale. “Use your breath for running!”

“Darlin’, why don’t ya use that there advice yerself!” Applejack couldn’t help heckling the unicorn, shooting her a wide beaming grin.

“Su-sugar, y-you shouldn’t be one to talk!” The fashionista threw her head back, overjoyed and annoyed at the same time.

The group scrambled to a halt in front of the cave. Loud, obnoxious snoring echoed from inside. Applejack rolled her eyes at the sound. Muttering about ‘feather-brained pegasi’, she marched in and pulled the sleeping bag apart with a single motion.

“Get up ya lazy, good fer nothin’ fluff-head.” The orange furred pony glared at the flaring pegasus.

“Huh-wha-whatzit? Where’s the fire?” Dash scrambled for the blankets and pony responsible for pulling them away.

“Scootaloo went missin’ an’ we got tah find her!” Applejack’s words were muffled but the sharp tone still got through.

Rarity’s frame shook in the entrance, taking deep breaths while her sister stood by her side. She scowled at the blue mare. “Get up this instant and go looking!”

Rainbow glanced between the deep glares with confusion written over her face. Her wings were already in motion, buzzing away and lifting her up from the bed. After the pegasus was out looking, the earth pony sagged. She looked to the remaining Crusaders and tried to decide the best course of action for them. It was the trembling lip of the young unicorn that drew the line.

“Alright y’all, Ah’m gonna need you girls to stay here in case Scootaloo makes it back. But we can’t have y’all be here by yourself.” Applejack braced herself to look at the fashion mare. “Could ya stay with them? Ah’m gonna go out and look too.”

The unicorn tried to swallow but found burning green eyes dried her out, craving another taste of apples and honey. “Y-yes darlin’, of course.”

The two fillies shot the fashionista a bewildered glance before pulling back further into the cavern. Rarity walked close to the strong mare, rubbing against her along the way. “Be safe… Hopefully you’ll be back soon.”

Applejack dipped her head, nuzzling back briefly before squaring her shoulders. Without looking back, she went out into the forest to find the missing filly. Those left behind watched for a short while before looking to the camp fire. Rarity huffed and flashed the kids a wide grin.

“Ok, how about we get the fire going so our missing friends can find their way back easily?”

The younger girls perked up at the suggestion and gathered what they could from around the edge. Rarity used a spark of magic to restart the fire, causing the girls to coo in amazement. The older unicorn exhaled, her tension flowing outwards as they relaxed. She searched for a second, trying to find some other way to relax the anxious fillies. Catching sight of the large pile of bags, the unicorn levitated the case of snacks and set them out by the campsite.

When she wasn’t interacting with the girls, Rarity scanned the lining for anyone returning. Branches breaking signaled the return of the pegasi. Everypony around the fire tensed for a second, worried that it was more disaster only to breathe easy when they saw the blue and orange coats. The fact that the orange belonged to a pegasus and not an earth pony caused a double tinge of guilt for the older unicorn. The first for having hoped it was Applejack, and the second for the fact that she wasn’t as happy that Scootaloo was found.

“Alright, so me and the kid worked things out, and we’re going to have a blast.” Rainbow gave the younger pegasus a rough embrace. Rainbow colored strands flung about as the mare looked around the camp. “Hey, where’s AJ?”

“I’m afraid she hasn’t arrived yet.” Rarity reached out to twirl one of the sticks, rotating the marshmallows on it. “It would mean so much to me if you would go and circle around the sky to find her; that would be just wonderful darling.”

Dash leaned back at the steel undertone. She flicked her gaze to each of the fillies who watched the tennis match between the adults. Gulping almost audibly, she gave a brisk salute to the pale-gray unicorn and took off for the skies. Rarity slumped in place, giving her form a shake to release the worry building in her core.

What felt like hours later, the two friends trotted out of the dark forest to the fireside. Everyone waiting relaxed at last, no longer feeling anxious about the trip. Apple Bloom raced to hug her sister who chuckled at the embrace. Warm green eyes met blue ones, sharing a silent greeting. That night, the group slept in one large pile near the mouth of the cave, talking and laughing well into the night.

The next morning, by unspoken agreement, the older earth pony and unicorn kept a strict distance between them. No amount of prodding by Rainbow Dash or questions from their sisters would convince them to stay within three hoofsteps of one another. The friendly attitude showed there was no hard feelings but the rest of the group could tell something was going on.

By the afternoon of their third day out they reached Winsome Falls. As planned, they spent two days there and made the same stops on the way back home. It killed Rarity and Applejack both, to keep quiet and not derail the trip for everypony else by having a talk neither one could wait for. They kept their farewell short as they parted for the afternoon, promising to meet a short time before the reservation.

Ok, now don’t panic Rarity… Don’t panic…! Rarity floated her bags behind her as she leapt up the stairway. A hoof tried to go to her mane only for her to stumble without the support. Calm down, calm down! We need to get ready. I probably won’t have the time to put away any of these supplies. I should get the perishables at least and then work on what I shall wear-

“-What will I wear for an evening with Applejack?!?” The fashion oriented mare froze in her bedroom doorway. Wide, frantic eyes looked at the closet and searched for the perfect compliment to orange and blonde.

No, no, no no no no no no no nononononono! She-none of this would match for her! Not the inner beauty nor the outer! How can I impress such a stunning mare?! What does- what does she like the most?! Rarity blinked, trying to remember anything the apple seller had mentioned the few times they had gotten close. A pale-gray hoof brushed her mane behind one ear before moving to her eye socket. She’s… She’s always brushing my mane back… And has-has stared quite deeply into my eyes… Maybe, maybe a little attention to those features?

The unicorn levitated her best manebrush and started to tame the wild masses only to halt again. Sapphire orbs slowly wandered to the hoof that reached up to grab the tool, noting the cracks and specks of dirt resting just below the fur. Right eyelid twitching, she set the brush down and turned around once more, grabbing the bag of food absentmindedly.

While she passed through the kitchen, Rarity transported the food into proper place and strode out the door, locking it behind her. I think this requires the help of Ponyville’s very own spa! Steps light and hopeful, she went at a controlled, lady-like speed to the local spa.

She burst through the doors, hoof automatically going to her forehead as she used the usual dramatic flair in her voice. “Darlings! My preparations for camping has paid off but now I find myself simply not ready for a VERY special date this evening! Won’t you be so kind as to help a poor, sophisticated mare in distress?”

The twins shared a grin before turning back to their number one customer, speaking in tandem. “Of course Miss Rarity!”

-NSSSL-

Multiple sets of hooves kicked up dirt. The remaining members of the adventuring party trotted back through town to the orchards on the western side. Three fillies raced ahead, coming back and forth between the two mares and taking the lead. Rainbow floated down to speak directly into an orange ear.

“Look, I saw how you guys were acting these last five days. You sure about your plan?”

Applejack rolled her head in frustration and gave a tiny jump, bopping the pegasus’ chin with her head. “Don’t ya worry ‘bout me feather brain. My plan is gonna work just fine.”

Rainbow shook her head in turn and blasted off, searching for and gathering a lone cloud to observe the farmer. The earth mare shooed the Crusaders along with a smile. Apple Bloom paused, frowning in confusion.

“What’re ya gonna do sis’?”

“Don’t worry Lil’ Bloom, Ah’m just gonna be out later this evenin’ and Ah gotta get ready for it.” The older mare titled her head and resettled her hat.

“Oh… Alright sis’. Have fun!”

Applejack watched the three fillies race off. When they were out of sight, she released the happy go lucky appearance she wore and smashed her hat down to hide more of her face. C-can’t believe what happened. She- we-... Ki-... D-Do ponies kiss before actually bein’ special someponies…? Ah better get ready… Wh-what do Ah do to get ready…?

The apple farmer went home, waving a greeting to her grandmother and brother who were sitting in the living room. Their return welcomes fell onto deaf ears as the blonde went upstairs. Applejack quickly set her pack aside and looked to her small mirror. Biting her lip, she checked what she looked like with and without her iconic hat. It’s a real fancy place. Ah- Ah should go without mah hat. Ah better get working on that shower and gettin’ my mane lookin’ proper.

The orange pony didn’t wait any longer and went for a shower, taking extra time to try and work out as much dirt and knots from her fur as she could. She hadn’t done such a thorough job in a long time, and when she got it done, most of the afternoon was done and over. Big Mac knocked on the door with a whimper.

“Ah’m done Big Mac, Ah’m done!” Applejack rushed out, towel around her mane. Her fur, normally rough even after cleaning, swayed gently without a tangle in sight.

The older earth pony, his red coat hiding most of his embarrassment, was about to rush forward to use the bathroom when he did a double take. His need for the restroom forgotten, he turned to face his sister head on and raised a brow in question.

“There ain’t nothin’ goin’ on. Ah’m… Ah’m just goin’ out this evenin’ and-and needed to get ready.” The earth mare blushed at the deadpan she received from her brother and picked up her pace.

Once his younger sister was out of sight, the stallion remembered his need and flew into the bathroom, tail tucked between his legs.

Applejack heaved a relieved breath once the door was shut behind her and shook her mane out. She reached for the brush, grimacing at her performance of appearing nonchalant. Bet he saw right through it… Sure is a perceptive stallion. Ah’ll have to help with supper before headin’ out.

Brushing her mane after camping for six days was a challenge. The attempt took more time than expected, leaving the apple farmer only two hours to make supper for her family and finish her preparation. How in the hay does Rare spend so much time fixin’ herself up all the time…? Sure pays off, though Ah don’t think she needs all that stuff…

Down in the kitchen, Granny Smith noticed the smooth and freshly washed fur of her middle grandchild. With a warm grin, she called over from where a stack of apples were waiting to be washed. “Well don’t ya look purdier than a first coat of paint on ah bran’ new barn! Whatcha doin’ that needs ya to be lookin’ sharper than a tack in a box o’ bolts?”

The blonde blushed at her grandmother’s praise and started gathering the utensils she would need. Without looking at the intense pale-orange eyes, she muttered, “ain’t nothing, just have someplace Ah gotta go after makin’ supper…”

“Oh? Ya got someplace special in mind do ya?” The older mare smirked, leaning closer to playfully nudge her granddaughter. “Need any extra bits fer yer night on th’ town?”

“A-Ah’m good Granny, don’t ya worry none. Ah’ve been, uh, savin’ up for tonight for a while now…” Applejack looked to the ceiling where her stack of bits waited for her to use this evening. She couldn’t meet the wise, teasing gaze of her elder and kept working on the evening’s meal.

It felt a little odd for the orange coated mare to scale back the portion size, but she wanted an empty stomach for her meeting with the local tailor. When Apple Bloom asked why there was less this time around, Applejack said the same thing as she told the rest of the family, though the older members didn’t look as mollified by the answer. Once everything was done, needing only to be placed on the table, Applejack left her older brother in charge of the food and dashed upstairs.

Ears burning at the smug attention she was getting, the orange mare raced through the last few steps, touching up the few messes left by cooking. She had a moment of panic when she found her mane already gathered some tangles from being loose while she worked. Groaning to herself, she reached up to put her mane into a loose, wide two strand braid that left her bangs free to swoop back down along her face. For her tail, she used the same kind of loose braid to keep it contained while still being stylish.

It’ll have tah do… Ain’t got time to do more… Anxious green eyes found the clock by her bedside and flinched at the late hour. And she does this all the time…? No wonder she’s always tryin’ to catch up with her work… Might as well head on out…

Applejack took out her cleanest saddlebags and set the large bag of bits inside. She gave her hat a friendly, reassuring pat, silently promising to wear it next time and trotting out the door. Studiously ignoring the playful whistle her grandmother sent her way, the blonde kept a steady pace all the way to and through the small town. Focusing on the hoofsteps and not the rapid thudding of her heart helped her to keep from stressing out completely.

Think ya goof, think. Ah cancelled my reservation since we’d be usin’ Rarity’s well over a week ago. Took a peek and translated some o’ those fancy word meals… Did Ah forget the cards tah translate them?! An orange hoof desperately scoured the bag to find nothing else inside. Ah did! Ah’m gonna make more of a fool of myself than Ah usually do!

With these heavier thoughts dragging down her mind, the earth pony slowed to a stop before the purple door. Every grain on the fixture was burned into her memory by this time. Breaking, repairing, replacing and painting it lead her to know every inch of surface, and could even identify where she would normally knock from the indentation of constant use. Ti-Time to face the music… Slower than usual, the apple farmer knocked on the door and was surprised by the instant response.

The door swung open to reveal the unicorn waiting on the other side. Most of the lights in the boutique were off, save for one near the front which casted a pale glow on the waiting mare. Her mane was swept out of the usual high curl into loose flowing waves. The long hair half blocked one of the shining sapphires that peered back at the apple farmer. A darker blue eyeliner helped draw attention to the lighter shade of the orbs peering out. The usually overly dramatic and fashionable unicorn wore only a pale pastel pink shawl that glinted in the light, allowing more of her natural features to dominate her look as it draped over her back and shoulders. The makeup and mane style accented her curves but kept most of the attention on her face. Something that Applejack had a hard time preventing in the first place.

“Ya look beautiful…” The husky whisper was pulled out the farm mare, leaving in a rush of air. The compliment caused the other mare to blush and grin bashfully to the floor. Without any conscious thought, Applejack brushed back the mane that blocked her view of the dual gems that floated up to staring back with just as much fervor. “Uh, not that ya don’t normally look so pretty...”

“Oh…? So, nothing special for this evening…?” Rarity fluttered her lashes that had been specially curled and darkened just for the effect. Her grin widened at the audible gulp from the earth pony. “Just my ‘usual’ beauty…?”

Applejack ducked her head, red blazing across her muzzle. “You’ve… You’re even prettier than usual…” The gentle words caused two sets of hearts to constrict. The blonde took a breath and met the waiting gaze once more.

“If… Yer ready to go Rare…?” An orange hoof was held out for the unicorn to grasp.

“Yes indeed darlin’...” Rarity lightly placed her own hoof over top of the stronger one and allowed herself to be guided out of her home. A flick of magic closed the door behind them and locked it.

Together, not letting go of one another, they walked side by side along the nearly empty streets to the restaurant so popular it had a waiting list at times. Most locations were starting to close and wind down for the evening save for the different food services that would still be open for several hours more. A majority of the crowd were just finishing their work for the evening and started to arrive at their destinations for the night. The shifting colors of their fur blurred in the background as green and blue orbs locked the other’s gaze in place. The setting sun painted the sky in pinks, oranges and reds, not that the duo noticed as they walked along. Stars, weak and barely visible, started to appear, and the memory of another setting, full of moonlight, grass and flowers blossomed in their minds.

Applejack tilted her head, smile warm and happy, as she half-closed her eyes. “Thank you for comin’ out with me… Even if ya had the same idea.”

Rarity lifted her free forehoof to cover her giggle before using it to walk once more. “For you darlin’... Anything.”

The two mares shared a blushing grin before finally breaking the staring contest they had to look at the fancy restaurant waiting for them. When they entered, recognition bloomed in the host’s face and he dipped his head in welcome.

“Madams are just in time, your table has just been cleared and is ready for you.” The stallion clapped his hooves at one of his helpers, signalling for him to grab two menus. “If madams would follow me please?”

Applejack dipped her head in acceptance and flashed the lads a smug smirk as she noticed their awe at the beauties before them. Together, they followed the staff to a table set in a corner. To help give the illusion of more privacy, the places were evenly spaced out and illuminated by a candle in a closed lantern that hung down. The ceiling above had tiny crystals to help the overall light and atmosphere while softening the tension of the upper class location. In the center of the restaurant was the kitchen, blocked off by wooden decorative walls and rows of doors, keeping the brighter lights inside while giving a faster response time for waiters and waitresses alike.

As the staff began to prep the table, the blonde mare sped forward, beating the younger stallion to a chair with a grin. She then looked to the unicorn and pulled the seat out with a tilt of her head to the place. Rarity beamed at the gesture and daintily sat down. While Applejack moved to take her own seat, she was stunned by the glitter of tiny gems reflecting off the single candle light as the fashionista removed her shawl by hoof, letting it slide over her coat before giving it to the host who held out a polite hoof for it.

Swallowing dryly, the farm mare finished taking her seat and barely tore her eyes away from the mare across the table to glance at the drink selection. Rarity noticed the attention and grinned to herself, pleased with her choice of clothing. The waiter looked between them for direction but stopped at the earth pony when she coughed politely.

“We’ll start with the Sparklin’ Rosé wine please.”

Applejack’s southern accent didn’t agree with the fancy words, judging from the hint of a flinch on the young waiter’s face, but the instruction was clear enough. The blonde also grimaced after he left, mentally berating herself for trying to sound like something she wasn’t. The thought stopped when she felt the brush of another’s fur on her hoof. Looking up, she found impressed and pleased azure orbs waiting for her.

“That sounds like a lovely choice darlin’... I suppose you already have a meal in mind then to go along with the selection?” Rarity rubbed at the tense hoof, willing the other mare to relax despite the upper class nature of the place. Applejack nodded slowly, eyes meeting the patient gaze for a second before turning to the piece of paper before her.

“Eey-uh, yes, Ah thought we could start with a roasted salad an’ then move on to a Mediterraneighan Grilled Cheese… ”

“A little on the heavy side, but a wonderful choice. Thank you Applejack.” Rarity didn’t raise her voice as she continued rubbing assuringly at the other’s hoof.

“Well, A-Ah figured ya could use the solid food after eatin’ simple meals while we camped. And ya used a lot of yer energy on the trek itself so…” Applejack peered up from under her lashes, realizing too late that she didn’t have her hat to help hide her embarrassment. She stiffened when the other pale-gray hoof reached up to grip hers tightly. Tugging her gaze from the interlocked hooves, she found a blaze of determination and steel waiting in sapphire orbs.

“I told you that I didn’t mind the simpler things in life. I may enjoy the sophistication and upper class, but that doesn’t mean I do not enjoy the smaller things . You don’t have to pretend to be somepony you are not to impress me or anypony else.” The fashionista allowed her voice to raise higher to stress the importance of the message.

When Applejack tried to break eye contact, Rarity gave the orange hoof in her grasp a squeeze and pull. Startled emeralds looked back only to flicker away when their waiter returned with the bottle she had requested. The earth pony withdrew her hoof as she spoke with the lad, not seeing the squint from the unicorn the action earned. When she turned back, the farmer saw only a wide smile and ‘innocent’ eyes. Brows furrowing slowly, she was about to question the other mare when Rarity fluttered her lashes and leaned forward.

“So darlin’... Let’s leave behind the talk of camp and look to the future.” The fashionista pursed her lips while gleefully noting the dumbfounded face of the earth pony. “Is this the right setting…? Or must we find another small opening in the middle of a forest, surrounded by flowers and fireflies…?”

Applejack’s mouth went dry as her core blazed. Trying to wet her mouth to respond, she found herself looking closer at her dinner partner. The hanging light was still, giving a clear view of the pale-gray and turning it almost pristine white. Blue orbs glinted in the light, teasing and enjoying the reaction it got.

As she scrambled to think of what to say, Rarity moved her hoof to rest her head on a bent right fetlock. The angle changed the lighting, causing slight shadows along one side of her face while the motion had loosened the flowing purple locks from behind her ear to swing forward and cover half a glistening orb.

“Rarity…” The farm mare started, reaching out to once again brush back the loose mane. Action completed, the limb stayed in place, holding the side of the unicorn’s face. “Ah… for a long time, Ah wanted to talk with ya about somethin’.”

Blue eyes flashed in surprise and intrigue as their owner leaned into the hoof. “Oh…? How long…?” Noting the flash of pain in apple green spheres, Rarity squinted, her body tensing.

“Too long… Too long considerin’ what Ah’ve been wantin’ to- to ask ya…” Applejack rubbed a tiny circle with her left hoof, trying to loosen the tension she felt under pale-gray fur. “An’... An’ it ain’t been easy, tryin’ to hide it and pretend nothin’ was any different.”

“Except it is different…” Rarity murmured into the orange hoof, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath of apples and honey.

At the same time, Applejack leaned a little closer, eyes shutting out of shame and desire, while she also took a breath to calm down and received a lungful of exotic flowers and -apples…? Must be some new perfume she got…

“Except it is different… An’ pretendin’ different is just… lyin’ to my- my heart.” The words, tender and rough with emotion, caused both mares to open their eyes once more, locking gazes while their hearts tried to burst from their chests.

“Rarity, yer a special kind of mare… and-and it would be an h-honor if you’d be my special somepony…” Applejack couldn’t help shutting her eyes and turning away, still scared of what the answer could be. She felt the muzzle of the other mare leave her hoof and her heart pinched in worry. Unable to move, the blonde stayed locked in place, gaze shut and breathing growing more ragged as the seconds felt like hours. The feel of two hooves on either side of her face caused her eye to shoot open into deep blue oceans that were now inches from her own.

“You wonderfully stubborn mare… Of course I shall.” Rarity sighed in resignation of the farmer’s subdued actions and closed the distance by pulling the other to meet her halfway over the table. The embrace was just as soft and full of emotion as the one in the middle of the woods, and the mares felt just as isolated as they did then.

When the unicorn sat back, hooves brushing lovingly against the burning orange cheeks, she wore a satisfied smile along with her own red blush. She took a moment to enjoy the stupefied expression of the mare across from her before sighing happily. “Don’t sell yourself short darlin’, you are a unique brand of stubborn as well.”

The kind words, tinted with heavy emotion and a husky edge, caused Applejack to chuckle. She rubbed the back of her head, barely noticing that she wasn’t wearing her stetson. A goofy, beaming smile took over, as her heart sang to the heavens. The stern tone that came from the unicorn a second lately froze everything in place however.

“That does not mean you should go around lying and pretending to be something you are not!” Shocked green orbs found steel blue. “Don’t think you were able to hide how you’ve been acting these last few months! I want you to promise me you will not try to be something you are not. I care for YOU, not some pretend mare.”

Rarity’s words, affection soaking every syllable, set the apple farmer’s heart to racing once more. Her hooves went from numb to super sensitive as she reached up to cup the unicorn's cheek. Blue orbs lost their steel as a misty sheen developed. Applejack rubbed just under the right eye socket, her grin sweet and appreciative.

“Now that there, that’s a promise Ah’d sure like to keep if it means you’ll be my very own special somepony.”

Rarity laughed, playfully tapping away the orange hoof as she levitated a napkin to her eyes. “Oh, y-you … you! If I must, I shall say it as many times as you’d like. I, Rarity, shall be Applejack’s, that is you, special somepony. Or would you rather I find some other, oversimplified way to say it?”

The earth pony laughed as she shook her head, the goofy grin never faltering. “Shucks, it’d be nice to hear it a thousand times a day, but you’d get hoarse before too long.”

A polite cough on their right made them sit up straighter, aware once more of their surroundings. Blush staining their cheeks, the two mares looked to the waiter who had their salads in his magical grip. He wore a light blush as well, though he kept his face neutral.

“Pardon my intrusion, your salads are ready.” The stallion tried not to stare at the new couple. When they nodded, he placed the two plates before them and left quickly, embarrassed by the affection they were displaying.

Rarity managed to keep control of her emotions and save her makeup with a few more dabs of her napkin. Focusing on the salad in front of her, she found a nice portion size of roasted mixed vegetables and pink wine waiting for them. She flashed a grateful smile to the earth pony and dug in. Applejack followed along, trying to keep her table manners at equal levels with the unicorn.

When it came time to switch courses, the waiter was relieved to find a more stable atmosphere waiting for him, though he tried to hide it. The orange mare chuckled once he was gone, encouraging with a heated gaze for the unicorn to enjoy the joke. The fashion designer joined in the laughter before letting it trail away. Her sight drifted to the wine glasses that were still untouched even though they were full of the requested liquid.

“Darlin’...” The wistful call was immediately caught in orange ears. Applejack sat upright from staring at her smaller than expected portion size to playful blue eyes. Rarity lifted her glass with a hoof, tipping it a little towards the other mare. “A toast. To new heights.”

The apple seller smiled with a tilt of her head and lifted her own glass, mirroring the motion. “To a new adventure.”

The two shared heated grins as they sipped the wine, pausing to let the taste sink into their mouths. Feeling no sense of the wall that stood between them days before, Rarity leaned closer as she continued to eat, though she waited until her mouth was clear before starting to speak.

“Darlin’, I simply must ask, what-... what brought about the decision to make a reservation at the Spring Leaf…? It doesn’t seem like something you’d enjoy.” She waved timidly with her fork to the plate that was almost empty as the farmer tried to fill up on the smaller sized meal.

“Well, seemed like a place ya’d like to go, an’ Ah wanted to impress ya…” Applejack trailed off with a sheepish grin, already catching sight of the dangerous glint in blue orbs.

“Darlin’....” Rarity’s warning tone drew a burst of giggling from the other mare.

“Ah know, Ah know, be mahself. Just, wanted to ask ya out in someplace nice.” Green eyes trailed off to the side, uncertain considering the amount of scolding in the other’s gaze. “Like ya probably had been dreamin’ of since ya were little…”

Rarity sighed, sitting back in her chair as she let go of the scolding aura. “Yes, I had always dreamed of being asked out and even proposed in a very high class restaurant. But when have my fantasies been proven right so far? Need I remind you of a certain Blueblood who was able to experience what apple trees in apple bucking season feel like first hoof?”

Applejack laughed outright at the reminder, leaning closer with scorching eyes. “Well, now at least one of yer dreams came true. An’ ya won’t have to worry ‘bout any pony mistreatin’ ya with me around.”

The duo giggled at the implied response the would be abusers would get. With the doors opened to a joking tone, the new couple spent the rest of the main course going through hypothetical situations and how the strong earth pony would respond to each. When it was time for dessert, Rarity declined getting anything. Applejack was going to argue the fact but gave in, getting in the last word with a compliment to her current figure and seeing no reason for extra dieting.

The waiter, having slowly gotten used to the new couple’s over exuberance with one another, merely gave them a tight lipped smile as he presented them with the check. Rarity lit up her horn, about to teleport her satchel of bits from home, when she felt a hoof on her shoulder.

“Ya didn’t forget that we had a deal did ya? Ya got the reservation, Ah got the bill.” Applejack moved the hoof to reach into her saddlebags, pulling out the sack and setting it into waiting hooves. “Here ya go good sir.”

The stallion dipped his head and soon returned with a much smaller sized pile of bits and Rarity’s shawl. The apple farmer took the shawl before her mare could try and used the chance to run her hooves along the toned shoulders and back of the unicorn. Smiling smugly at the chills this created, she then turned and took a little over half of the remaining change.

“Keep the rest. Thank ya kindly, have a nice night.” Applejack offered her hoof for the unicorn to hold and nodded to the pleased waiter. As they passed the podium, she left the remainder for the host with another nod of thanks. The stallion returned it with a tiny grin.

“Thank you ladies for joining us this evening. Have a nice night and please feel free to come back to reserve another table at your leisure.”

“We might jus’ do that.” Applejack shared a pleased smile with the pale-gray mare. They both nodded farewell to the stallion before leaving, Rarity still holding onto the orange hoof.

When they stepped outside, the wind blew across the landscape, causing a different kind of shiver to pass over the unicorn. Applejack frowned before smirking to herself. She moved closer, pressing her side and neck against the unicorn. She moved her muzzle to rest on top of purple hair, using the chance to inhale the scent waiting there.

“Come on, let’s get ya home where it’s warm.”

Rarity felt her insides melt at the touch, afraid to look at the rest of her body in fear of seeing it all turned red. She turned her nose closer to the powerful heartbeat under orange fur, enjoying the strong smells she found there. “I’m not so sure darlin’... Seems rather warm to me…”

The earth pony chuckled nervously, rubbing her nose gently in the well maintained mane. She used soft pressure to guide the pale-gray pony back to her shop, taking every chance to lengthen the walk back.

They both felt a pang of disappointment when the circular building came into view. Rarity gave her new marefriend one last nuzzle, enjoying the laughter she could feel building under the fur and muscle, before drawing back with a tiny grin.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening darlin’...”

“Yer welcome Rare.... Ah’d do just about anythin’ for ya.” Applejack leaned forward, touching noses with her special somepony with a large smile. The tailor closed her eyes at the touch only to open them wide when she felt a pair of lips against her forehead. “Have a nice night Rarity… Ah’ll see ya tomorrow.”

The orange pony flashed one last smile before turning away, heading home and ignoring how her heart stayed behind without her. The fashion mare blinked at the departure before gustily exhaling her farewell. “Goodnight darlin’...”

Rarity was barely able to get inside before her limbs gave out. She slumped against the door, hoof covering her grin. I… We-We’re finally marefriends! We-I did it. We’re finally together… Oooh, I can’t believe it. The drama mare clapped her hooves together before bouncing up and jumping very similarly to a pink party pony up her stairs. With a fantastic leap, she landed into bed and rolled herself up in the blankets. Finally… The knowledge of her new relationship status warmed her core, lulling her into peaceful slumber. Every part that had touched the farmer was especially heated, making the unicorn giggle breezily as she drifted to bright dreams.

-NSSSL-

Applejack didn’t feel the breeze against her cheek; pale-gray fur, warm even as the unicorn wore layers to protect from cold, ghosted across her face. Her muzzle burned, remembering the closeness of another and how they shared the same breathing space for what appeared to be eternity. She pushed open the farmhouse door without thinking, wishing to see another that had become just as familiar to her eyes. The sight of bright red beyond the entrance instead of pale almost-white fur shocked the mare into awareness.

“B-Big Mac!” Applejack patted her chest, trying to calm her heart. “Ya didn’t have tah wait up for me.”

The large stallion stood up from his chair and started for the stairs, half-smiling at his flustered sister. “Eenope. Granny said.”

“Both ya and Granny don’t have to worry, Ah’m a big girl now. Ah can handle myself just fine.” The blonde mare shut the door behind her and followed her brother up.

“Eenope.” Big Mac chuckled when he heard the snort of indignation from behind him. Stopping just before his room, he turned to look at his sister with a teasing grin. “Ya got somethin’...” He tapped his lip, smile widening at suddenly anxious face of his sister. The stallion waved goodnight which was barely returned by the mare who dashed into her own room.

Applejack couldn’t stop her cheeks from burning as she raced to her mirror, turning on the light beside it. Looking over her reflection, she tried to find what her brother meant when she noticed the extra shine her lips had. Wha-? Ah didn’t put on anythin’- Green orbs grew larger with shock. She-Ah- it was from tha-that k-k-kiss! She put both hooves over her eyes, unwilling to finish understanding what happened. Soon the heat from her core and face was too much and she looked back up at the mirror. Heh heh… She… She said yes… We’re marefriends now! She said yes!!

The jubilant mare jumped around her bedroom, hooves undoing her styled mane even as she tumbled about. The floor creaked at the weight of the sturdy earth pony. But the thing that broke into the overexcited mind was an older cranky shout.

“Y’all go tah bed, we ain’t gonna be lazin’ ‘bout come morning an’ we need our shuteye!”

The blonde paused, lifting her hooves from her muzzle while she focused her gaze to the door and family beyond it. “Sorry Granny! Ah’ll go to sleep now, promise!”

In moments, Applejack cleaned up the little mess her joyful jumping had caused and laid down in bed. She pulled the covers up to her chin, wonder filled orbs looking out the window to the stars beyond. They shone brighter than in town due to the less lights to compete with them. Though when the blonde contrasted the beauty with ocean of sapphires that held a different kind of fire in them, the night sky lost hooves down. Slowly, sleep came to the earth pony, the waiting dreams shining and hopeful though it wouldn’t be able to compare to the evening she had just had. She said yes…!

Chapter 22 - Start of a new chapter

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Mid-May 1005 A.D.

The sun shown down on the land of Equestria merrily. Not a cloud was in sight, even as a light breeze tempered the spring warmth. The large orchards to the west of the small town shifted together in the wind, covered in green leaves and apple blossoms, promising a large harvest for the year.

An orange mare whistled happily as she trotted through the rows of trees. She pulled along a cart of tight mesh fencing, along with a large canister of homemade organic bug spray. There was a large red apple branded on the side of the can. The mare didn’t seem to feel the heavy weight she pulled, moving quickly along the lines and dropping off the supplies along with a light squirt of the spray to each trunk. She felt light as a feather as her heart sang.

What felt like seconds later, Applejack passed her brother who was still placing the wire netting around his set of trees. She flicked her tail with a large smile, pulling to a stop. “Well howdy Big Mac! Did ya want me to get them off yer hooves?”

The stallion frowned bemused at his sister. He looked up over the mare’s shoulder, noting the large swath of trees covered already. He looked back to the smaller pony, right eyebrow raised.

“Don’t ya worry none, Ah made sure it was done all proper like.” Applejack stuck out her tongue, the smile crinkle never leaving her face. “Did ya want mah help or not?”

“Eeenope.” Big Mac shook his head. He nudged the younger pony with his nose before continuing into the orchard.

“Thanks Big Mac, Ah’ll make sure to enjoy mah afternoon.” The orange earth pony answered with laughter in her voice. Content with the world around her, she put away the supplies and went to the kitchen of the farmhouse.

Inside was the oldest and youngest members of the Apple family. They were hovering over the oven, working together to make supper for the evening. Both had glanced up when they heard the door open. Apple Bloom brightened up and waved excitedly, while Granny Smith frowned in confusion.

“Now wha’ are ya doin’ ya whippersnapper?” The pale-green mare moved to stand on all four hooves, taking a step closer to her oldest granddaughter. “Ya can’t have gotten all dem trees covered befor’ them caterpillars come through.”

Applejack trotted up, giving her grandmother a loving nuzzle and a friendly noogie to her younger sister, meeting the stern orange gaze firmly. “You can betcha Granny. Got all mine done, an’ asked Big Mac if he needed help.” She shrugged, the smile never faltering. “He said he had it all under control.”

The older mare nodded, allowing her sights to grow warm. “Well then, yer gonna go enjoyin’ yerself in town?”

“If’in that’s alright with y’all…” The orange pony dipped her hat. When the matriarch agreed, Applejack’s smile grew larger with a blush that spread across her muzzle. “Well alrighty then. Ah’ll see y’all this evenin’.”

“Well ya don’t have tah feel like ya have tah come on home as soon as ya gotta,” the oldest winked. “Yer a grown mare now, if yer havin’ so much fun that yer’ll be late, then we’d want ya to be as happy as a hog in a mud pool.”

“Graaaaannnnnyyyy…” Applejack teasingly whined as the blush grew even stronger on her checks. She didn’t wait any longer for her family to try and embarrass her about wanting the afternoon to herself. She grabbed a wicker basket she had prepared ahead of time, along with special set of food and checkered blanket.

Soon, even as her ears burned, the orange pony packed the basket expertly, mind filling with the thought of a pair of sapphires that held hidden depths to them. She couldn’t help chuckling, already imagining the pleasant surprise she would find on the fashion designer. Setting out, the earth pony made a beeline for where the holder of her heart worked.

The whir of sewing machines thrummed through the shop. Sitting in the front section of the store was a young unicorn, drawing mindlessly while avoiding the large amount of motion coming from the upstairs workroom.

Inside the design room, cloths, ribbons and pins flew in the air, held there by a light blue hue. Lining the walls and scattered along the floor were piles of designs for every season, each having a specific theme. Magic created the fashion as fast as it was being drawn by the unicorn who sat at her desk, head resting on her hoof while she gazed out of the window towards the apple farm.

A series of knocks came from the front door. It opened from the other side, showing an older couple of unicorns holding one another’s hooves lovingly. The light gray stallion smiled under his brown mustache, eyes gazing adoringly to the light pink mare with purple and light purple beehive mane style who grinned back. Once inside, they looked about the room and zeroed in on the filly in the center.

Sweetie Belle saw the new arrivals and sat up, shouting over her shoulder. “RARITY! Mom and Dad are here!”

All noise from the second story came to a halt. “Oh! I’m upstairs! I’ll be just a minute!” A refined voice shouted in a controlled manner back down.

The parents chuckled and continued forward, pausing briefly by their youngest daughter.

“Well howdy do Sweetie!” Hondo Flanks pat his daughter’s head, glancing to the side where a large stack of suitcases waited. “Let’s go on up and see your sister huh?”

Cookie Crumbles tittered warmly. “Did you have a fun time hun?”

Sweetie Belle stood up and followed the two adults, smiling as she gazed at them. “Sure thing! Well, except that for the last week Rarity has been super busy and just worked…”

The couple laughed, scuffing their daughter’s mane and fur as they all traveled upstairs. They didn’t wait and entered the designer’s lair, with the youngest following anxiously behind them peering around their legs. Ponnequins lined the walls and made rows in the center of the room, draped with clothing, half-finished and finished, while some still had just pieces of fabric layered over top of them. Three sets of eyes took in the forests of papers then moved on to the light-gray mare herself who stood up, hoof going to her mane to curl it out of habit.

“Why hello mother! Father! And yes, hello to you too Sweetie Belle. It is simply marvelous to see you today!” Rarity moved forward, magically lifting and stacking the hundreds of designs as she waded through the mess. She gave each family member a peck on the cheek once she was within range. “I do hope your vacation was relaxing. You may have noticed, but I’ve simply been overwhelmed with motivation and inspiration!” The tailor waved a hoof to the rest of the room, earning another chuckle from her parents.

“Sure did hun!” Hondo grabbed the oldest daughter and pulled her into a tight one limbed hug. “It was swell of you to watch your sister while we were gone. Especially with so much work!”

Rarity giggled lightly, waving a hoof dismissively. As each second passed, the married ponies focused more and more of their attention on their oldest daughter who willingly remained in her father’s grasp. Sweetie Belle had edged around the grownups and began inspecting each piece of work with Rarity watching bemused.

“Rarity, you doing ok there hun?” Cookie edged into the sapphire orbs line of sight, concern frown obvious on her face.

“Whatever do you mean mother?” The fashion mare gently pulled out of the stallion’s hug and started to cast little tidying spells to clean the rest of the room. “Aside from being a touch peckish, I feel marvelous!”

The couple shared a silent conversation that ended up stalemate with no other information to go on. Giving up, they waved for their youngest girl to come back to their side.

“Well alrighty then Rarity. We’ll be getting out of your mane.” Hondo smiled, wrapping his hoof around Sweetie Belle instead. “You have a great day, you hear?”

The oldest mare trotted up and gave the fashionista a loving kiss on the cheek. “Feel free to drop by anytime!”

Rarity beamed at her family, escorting them to the front door. “Of course! You as well! Ta ta!” She waved a handkerchief to the three ponies as they moved along, humming peacefully under her breath. She slowly leaned into the wooden frame, mind flashing to another time, another evening, where a different pony was saying goodbye. She felt a ghostly sensation of a kiss on her forehead and chuckled.

“My darlin’ better not think of getting away with that kind of goodbye each time.” The unicorn shook her head amusedly. Standing up, forcing limp legs to function, she was about to turn around and go back inside when a special voice sent a jolt of warmth to her center.

“Well howdy sugarcube. Fancy meeting ya here.”

The light gray mare turned in place, smile stretching across her muzzle. Her heart sang as it raced, limbs losing what strength they had. An orange earth pony, wearing a brown stetson and a picnic basket on her back, strode up confidently.

“D-darlin’! I wasn’t expecting to see you today!” Rarity waved a hoof to the inside of her home, blush staining her cheeks.

Applejack laughed, throwing her head back. “As if ya don’t see me near about every day since we went campin’!”

The unicorn’s eyes traced along the muscles that stretched with the motion. She gulped silently, walking backwards as she couldn’t tear her eyes from the vision in front of her.

The farm mare continued chuckling as she followed her marefriend inside. She reached behind her with her back leg, shutting the door once they were both in. The sound caused the fashion designer to blink in surprise, giving the orange pony the opportunity to rush forward, sneaking a chaste kiss on the unicorn’s cheek.

“Sure hope yer hungry.” Applejack backed up, face flushing. Her pulse was in overdrive, even though she had already visited several times since their date at the restaurant. “Ah thought we might like to… go for a nice little picnic in the park?”

The fashionista blinked in surprised, brows twitching for a second. When she registered the suggestion, she fluttered her eyelashes, leaning towards the solidly built pony. “Why darlin’, that sounds lovely. I was just beginning to grow peckish myself.”

Orange cheeks burned even darker. “W-well, Ah came at jus’ the right time then.”

“That you did, sweet, that you did.” Rarity turned, flicking her tail teasingly along the freckled cheek. “Would you mind following me upstairs? I believe I left my latest sunhat in my workroom.”

The unicorn trotted up the staircase, allowing her tail to swing freely along with her flanks, peeking around her shoulder with teasing eyes. The dumbfounded, open-mouth stare on the orange mare pleased the designer. Rarity felt another rush of heat surge through her, and she made sure to slow her steps even further. “Coming along darlin’...?”

“S-sure thin’ sugarcube…!” Applejack had a false start as her gaze was focused on the sight before her, but managed to follow at a distance, keeping a steady pace even with the unicorn’s efforts to distract her.

Rarity’s brows twitched at this but she calmed herself, assured her charm worked and merely needed to give it time. Together, the two stepped up into the workroom, the designer’s gaze sweeping over everything in search of her hat while the farmer’s switched from watching the unicorn to staring amazed at the amount of work done.

“Golly Rare, if ya have a bunch of work to do, Ah’d understand.” Applejack glanced to the other mare and found a warm smile waiting for her.

The light-gray mare, floating her hat over from where it sat on the shelf, smiled, lashes fluttering once more. “Tish-tosh, I merely have been inspired to create by a lovely new development in my life darlin’...” She moved towards her marefriend, sashaying her hips. “I don’t suppose you’ve had a similar occurrence happen to you…?”

The apple farmer tilted her head with a grin. “Why, Ah do believe Ah have. And wouldn’t ya know it, she’s the prettiest mare in the country…”

The unicorn blushed and stretched her neck forward with a soft aw. The other mare also reached forward, eyes half-closed. Rarity closed her eyes as the two came closer, her fur giving a tiny shiver at what she hoped would take place. More trembles erupted when she felt the other’s muzzle stop just as the two noses touched. She went still as the orange pony nuzzled her. Sapphire orbs snapped open to find the other mare still smiling.

“Do ya got yer hat now?” Applejack pulled back, center full of heat while her mind shouted at her for being so public with her affections. “Ya ready to go?”

The fashion mare blinked rapidly, snorting out the heat she felt that wasn’t satisfied by the nose nuzzle. Shaking her head, mane flinging about, she put her hat on, beaming to her mare. “Uhm, yes, of course darlin’.”

The couple shared a blushing grin and trotted out. Applejack paused by the doors, allowing the more delicate mare to exit first. Each time she did so, she received an extra wide smile. The orange mare adjusted her hat, feeling her cheeks stretch from the amount of smiles she wore that day.

Together, they walked side by side to the park, greeting the other citizens as they passed them. It wasn’t hard to find the ‘perfect’ spot to set up, even as Rarity played difficult by finding ‘faults’ with each location. The farmer merely chuckled and continued suggesting places, taking no offense to each comment.

“Oh, no, darlin’, that spot has simply too many rocks…!”

“Right, right.”

“Dear, that one is too cold, simply too much shade!”

“Right ya are sugarcube, right ya are…”

“Oooh, no no not here! Why, there are simply too many blades of grass to be comfortable!” Rarity flung her head back, hoof to her temple. She peeked out of the corner of her eye with a glint of teasing in the depths.

Applejack bent her foreleg while sweeping her other leg to the proposed site. “But what if Ah laid out this very handy blanket that will prevent that there grass count from disruptin’ yer meal today?”

In seconds, the earth pony flung out the blanket, using her strength and skill to snap it in place expertly. The spot was in a far corner of the park, well down the path and away from the busy playgrounds and favored benches.

Rarity held a hoof to her mouth, covering over her laughter at the act. She waved to the pony daintily, gaze twinkling. “So gallant, darlin’.”

The two mares sat facing one another with the wicker basket set between them. The purple tail swished when the unicorn took note of the distance. The motion went unnoticed by the earth mare who was digging into the basket to pull out various apple themed treats. While they started to enjoy the meal, both using their hooves to eat, Rarity coughed lightly, drawing the other mare’s attention.

“Darlin’, I do appreciate this gesture, but I have to wonder, did you have more planned?”

“Well, Ah-Ah didn’t have much planned aside from our last big ol’ date…” Applejack scratched the back of her head bashfully. “Ah’m… Ah’m just so happy ya said yes, Ah didn’t think o’ much more than that.”

The fashion mare leaned closer, brushing her cheek against her marefriend’s with a large smirk. “You’re so sweet darlin’.” Moving back, she locked eyes with the other pony. “How about what most would consider a ‘normal’ date? We are both rather busy mares after all. Even just spending time together can be just as satisfying.”

Applejack sat frozen as the other pony shifted to press up against her. Heat blazed from where they touched. The light-gray mare rolled onto her side until her back was against the orange side, and placed her head on the muscled forelegs that were stretched out before her. Tilting her head, Rarity looked at the stiff neck and muzzle that looked back down to her.

“Ya… Ya think so…? Whelp, we… we could uh, spend more time together in… in a couple of days.” The green orbs moved along the lithe form even as the farm mare kept her head in one place, tilted straight down to look at the unicorn. “That way we have all our chores all done in time..”

“Oh…? Any ideas darlin’ of what we would do...?” Rarity moved her right hoof along the right side of the orange pony, smirk widening at the chills she caused on the way. “Perhaps something in town?”

The farmer slowly nodded, gulping noiselessly. Her mind scrambled to think of potential dates. It came up blank as sapphire orbs stared up at her. “Ah… Ah’ll think of some later… We could… just enjoy our food here… Meet up… uh, here…? In a couple of days…”

“That sounds rather nice indeed…” The unicorn magically levitated over an apple tart, floating to the orange muzzle that had turned almost completely red. “Would you like a bite?”

The orange farm mare nodded again, mouth opening enough to grab a bite. The tart levitated up, with a magical force field to prevent crumbs from falling onto the mare just below. As the earth pony ate, the treat turned about, giving the unicorn a chance to eat some of it as well.

The couple shared every piece of the picnic. The evening was just starting when they finally finished the impromptu meal. Rarity continued to lay against the other mare, staring upwards expectantly. Applejack reached out a hoof and encircled the mare, pulling her tightly against her side and nuzzling the thin neck. She managed to hide her soft whine of desire in the pale-gray fur.

“That was… a nice meal sugarcube. Sure was a different way to eat.” Applejack cleared her throat. “But we can’t be spendin’ the whole day runnin’ from our chores.”

“Aww, must we part ways darlin’?” Rarity completely turned in place, burying her face into the strong orange chest and wrapping both hooves around her mare. “I don’t want toooo!”

The farmer laughed, starting to stand up while holding her marefriend. The unicorn squeaked at being held entirely off the ground and watched amused as the farm mare packed away the basket. Once that was done, the earth pony loosened her grip, signalling for the mare to take to her own hooves. With a sigh, the tailor complied.

“Sorry Rares, ‘fraid we can’t. No matter how much… either of us wants to stay like this.” Applejack held out her hoof for the other to grab. Once they were ready, the couple set out back to town, not caring who noticed.

Rarity felt another pang of disappointment when her boutique came into sight. Soon I won’t even want to go home! She laughed in her mind at the thought. She leaned lovingly against the earth pony when they came to a stop in front of the purple door. Stepping back, she tried again to flutter her lashes at the other mare.

“Thank you for walking me back dear. So kind of you…”

The apple farmer tipped her hat. “Ain’t no problem sugar, it’s all mah pleasure.” She gave the waiting unicorn a peck on her cheek. “Ah’ll be seein’ ya in three days then.”

The fashionista’s eyes blinked rapidly once more. Her mouth dropped open as she watched the orange pony turnabout and leave. I can’t believe it! She-she did it again! What does a mare have to do to get one of those lovely kisses?! She frowned determinedly. I will get it next time!

Applejack’s muzzle felt like it was on fire. She pushed her hat down on her head as she speedily trotted out of town. Can’t believe…! Can’t be right, giving those kinds of kisses so-so early when yer dating! The farmer didn’t acknowledge the rest of the population as she was lost in her own little world. Ah shouldn’t have k-kissed her like that before! What do Ah do, what do Ah do…!?

The farmhouse soon came into view, sending a spark of hope through the orange chest. “Maybe Granny knows…?” Nah. She was already teasin’ me somethin’ fierce jus’ about goin’ out. Ah’ll wait and try to figure it out myself. She stepped inside the house, silently greeting the other members who were gathered in the living room.

“Hey there sugar pie, how was yer afternoon?” Granny Smith watched the mare closely, teasing glint obvious in her gaze.

Green orbs circled in place. “Ah had a nice time. Did y’all need any extra help with supper time?”

“Ah dun tol’ ya to enjoy th’ whole day! Ya gotta spend as much time with yer special pony as ya can befor’ it’s too late!” The elder sat up, tone and face growing serious for a second before going back to playful. “When we gonna met th’ apple of yer eye anyhow?”

Applejack reared back with a heavy blush while her siblings coughed in surprise. “Now hold on there Gran! Ah-Ah never said Ah had-”

“Ya don’t have tah say! Plain as ah a pear on a apple tree ya had someone come intah yer life.”

The orange pony glanced between her family members who eyed her curiously. Without a word, she took the picnic basket off her back and plopped down, shoving the stetson down her face. “We… We only just got together Granny, Ah wanted to make sure it grew strong before tellin’ y’all…”

Big Mac shook his head bemused and trotted up to his sister, nudging her with his nose. He waited until the unsure green orbs met his own and smiled gently.

“Yer… yer right Big Mac. We’re all family, and if’in sh-they want to be a part of mah life, they’ll have to meet y’all sooner before later.” Applejack nodded, brushing her hat and bangs back with a timid smile.

“Tha’s right. We’ll make sure to have some o’ them apple turnovers Rarity seems tah like.” Granny Smith stepped off her armchair and headed for the kitchen, smirk wide.

Applejack stood stock still eyes wide and mouth dropped open. Her fur stood on end as her ears tingled painfully. Big Mac chuckled as he passed his sister, nudging the youngest to the dining table. The mare took the time to take a few deep breath and calm her nerves, even as fire and ice seemed to pump through her body. What do Ah do, what do Ah do… Ah’ll wait to ask. Get Rare over here, visitin’ then Ah’ll ask. Yeah… After we’ve got a few dates under our belt, Ah’ll ask fer advice...

Rarity felt her hooves practically float along the ground as she finished the last of her latest designs. It took a constant stream of work, but at last, she had caught up and even a little ahead as her inspiration ran it’s course. She gazed at each piece lovingly, reaching out to adjust a bow here and a line there, but found very little to complain about.

And now I get to spend the rest of the day with my MAREFRIEND! Eeeee! The dainty unicorn squeed, prancing in place. Why, she should be here any- a chime over the front door cut off her thought, while a southern drawl sent shivers down her back.

“Rarity? Ya here?”

“Upstairs darlin’!” She called back, floating a cover over her designs. She waited with bated breath as the heavy footsteps echoed up her staircase. “Come into my workroom darling, I simply must show you something.”

The sight of a brown stetson surprisingly reassured the fashion mare instead of the once-usual cringe. Once the farmer was fully inside the room, she rushed up, nose outstretched as she greeted her marefriend.

“Afternoon darlin’...”

Applejack moved her own muzzle closer, stopping just before they would kiss and instead brushed her face alongside the other’s in a loving caresse. “You seem mighty pleased sugarcube.”

“That would be because I am pleased. I get to spend my afternoon with a very lovely mare, indulging in every couple’s favorite activity-” Rarity inched closer, mouth right beside the orange ear as she spoke the last word in a whisper. “-‘cuddling’.” She watched satisfied as a tremor raced across the muscular back. “But first! I must show you what three hard, laboring, harrowing days of work has brought forth!”

The apple farmer shook her head to clear it from the whisper only to stare bemused when she began to describe the last few days. With a flair of blue magic, the unicorn lifted off the covers in a flourish. The less fashionable pony whistled, impressed.

“Golly Rares, ya sure outdid yerself.”

Every set of clothing followed a seasonal pattern, though it was from a more country perspective than what the tailor normally did. A line of three spring-like clothes sat, with short sleeves and light fabric pants. Their colors based mostly on emerald green, yellows and oranges, they were just what the average country mare needed for the start of the growing season. They even had fashionable cowpony hats, their main colors and encircling ribbon matching the clothes. The summer designs focused on bright orange, apple red and cool blue. The hats that went with them had a wider brim though they remained still serviceable for worker ponies. For the fall, pale-grays were mixed expertly with shades of orange, red and green.

“Thank you darlin’, thank you. Your praise is very appreciated…” The fashionista leaned into the other mare, eyes closed as her core warmed at the words. “Especially as I know fashion isn’t ‘your thing’.”

“Guess it kinda is now, since we’re datin’ and all.” Applejack nuzzled the top of the purple mane before straightening with a cough. “So, uh, did ya want to head out now for that there cuddlin’?”

Rarity smiled with a shake of her head at the action. “I do believe I would. After you darlin’.”

Applejack held out her hoof once more and waited until a light gray one held on softly before moving for the door. Together, they trotted through town, though as the crowds grew heavier they had to release their grip to have room to walk unhindered. Curious, they followed the other citizens and found Twilight standing on a bridge support.

“Now what in tarnations?” Adjusting her hat briefly, the apple seller glanced to her marefriend, gaze questioning.

“Yes, I suppose we must find what all the hullabaloo is about…” Rarity studiously ignored the chuckles her word choice received and followed a few paces behind the orange pony as they came closer to the commotion.

“... no laughing matter! We have a crisis on our hooves!” Twilight brushed off the mask and continued on. “I’ve just been visited by myself from the future.”

The farmer sighed. “Shucks, guess we ain’t getting our day together… Sorry Rare.”

“It’s quite alright Applejack darlin’... It can’t be helped. We better offer our services…” The tailor nuzzled under the orange chin before focusing on the purple unicorn standing above the crowd.

The duo waited in the crowd as their ‘leader’ gave various directions. Within seconds a young drake had jogged up, quill and parchment in claw. Spotting the lad, both mares internally flinched, for almost the same reason. But they made no comment to the boy, instead stepping up to the incredibly magical unicorn with playful salutes.

“What did ya want us to do Twilight?”

“Applejack! Rarity! Oooh, I hope you both can help!” The studious pony glanced over her list as she held a hoof to her chin in thought. “I was afraid your various jobs would keep you busy.”

“Eenope! Got the whole afternoon cleared.” The farmer held back a whimper at losing time with her new marefriend and smiled reassuringly.

“Great!” Twilight’s eyes lit up upon finding a certain item on the still being created list. “Applejack, I know you have a steady hoof and strong constitution; could you repair the Ponyville dam to the south? A pegasus just found several cracks along the outer wall.”

The apple farmer dipped her hat, about to respond when the pale-gray unicorn cut in with a wave of her hoof.

“Hold it! Repairing the dam?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Twilight nodded, unaware of the fashion pony’s plan.

“Working with cement? And other, disgusting things?”

“Uhmm, yes…?”

Two green orbs scrunched suspicious. They were met with a playful pair of sapphires as the unicorn continued.

“Well I cannot allow it! Not without my desperately needed help!”

“What?” Both Applejack and Twilight exclaimed, equally shocked.

“Why, it could solidify in Applejack’s mane! Absolutely cake her hooves! She would become frozen in place after such a messy and time consuming task!” The crowd had grown quiet at the commentary, curious to what would happen next.

“Rare, what are ya…?”

“Shush, darlin’, shush…” Rarity returning to standing upright after hushing the earth pony to smile widely at the other unicorn. “Well darling? Do you agree this is a task that only one such as myself can accomplish?”

“Uhh, sure Rarity. You can help make sure nothing gets stuck in Applejack’s fur or mane while she works on the more difficult tasks.” Twilight made a note on her list of ponies helping and continued to the next citizen, asking what they could in turn do.

“Rare, why did ya do that…?” Applejack asked once more as they trotted over to where a pink party pony was ladling out supplies.

“Isn’t it obvious darlin’? So I could spend more time with you today! I won’t let some measly disaster come between our moments together.” Rarity stuck her nose in the air, earning a soft laugh from her mare, as she queued up.

“She’s totally right! If you want to be together, you have to MAKE the time!” Pinkie’s higher pitched voice broke through the couple’s bubble, bringing them back to the task at hoof.

“Oh, uh, right, thank ya kindly Pinkie Pie.” The orange pony grabbed her stack, labeled neatly with her name, as she fought the blush spreading across her face.

The other, wilder, earth pony waved goodbye as the duo left. The rest of the day, no matter what task was given to the strong apple farmer, the fashionista found some excuse for why she had to accompany the mare. Their friends were bemused at how closely glued they were to one another’s side. This only came to a head after Cerberus was returned to Tartarus.

-NSSSL-

“I’m telling you, I saw them!” The husky voice cracked while blue hooves pushed back the rainbow strands of fur.

The purple and yellow mares tilted their heads while frowning in confusion. The last mare bounced rapidly in place, her pink mane poofing crazily. The cobalt pegasus floated in the air, scuffing her mane into more of a mess.

“I’m not sure Rainbow Dash…” Twilight glanced to her own marefriend.

Pinkie shook her head as she bounced up and down. “Nooooope, nopie noopie nope nope nope! They’re sooooo totally in love!”

“Oh, uhm, I-I-I don’t know…” The timid pegasus hid behind her mane, an action that froze the brasher pegasus.

The couple tried to share a silent conversation only to have it break down in giggles on the pink earth pony’s part. The librarian slumped forward with a half-grin. She reached out, nosing the pink chest. “I can’t understand what you were trying to say sweetheart… But I’ll trust you.”

Rainbow Dash nodded happily, jabbing a hoof to the other believer. “I’m telling you! It was them in the park, uh, cuddling.”

Twilight held up a hoof. “Ok. So what if they were?”

The group went silent as they looked at the rainbow maned pony. She in turn shrugged.

“Well, then they should finally just tell us instead of all this sneaky stuff! None of us mind that kind of thing, why aren’t they telling us?” Rainbow crossed her hooves sullenly. The others slowly nodded, setting the blue pegasus at ease. “So I say we go and ask them directly. Right now!”

Twilight and Fluttershy sighed with a small slump. They resignedly stood up to follow the speedster. Pinkie Pie hopped up with a flare of her hooves, her smile growing extremely wide.

-NSSSL-

The earth pony sighed pleasantly as she held her mare with her front hooves. The duo laid on the checkered blanket, their muscles sore from working so hard that day. The unicorn cast another heat spell on specific locations on both of their bodies, making both exhale in relief as it helped them. She then snuggled closer in the embrace, eyes shut, as her nose found the underside of the apple seller’s chin.

“Ah sure am glad ya found a way tah be with me all day.” The low rumble made the pale-gray mare shiver pleasantly; an action that was taken for being cold as the farmer tightened her hold, resting her chin on top of the perfectly coiffed mane.

“Believe me darlin’... It was all my pleasure.”

The two drifted off, the wind providing a soothing lullaby. Suddenly it picked up into a gust, ruining the purple mane style and blowing the brown stetson away.

“What in the hay…?” Applejack muttered, her gaze half-opened to protect against the rush of wind, as she clung to the unicorn who wailed in despair.

“That’s what we want to know!” Rainbow Dash’s voice came from above the relaxing mares. “You got something to say about this-this uh -this!” She waved to the two laying down as she remained in the air.

The couple glanced between each other, barely noting the arrival of the rest of their friends. Rarity booped her mare’s nose with a smile. Applejack tilted her own head with a smirk.

“We’re laying here, tryin’ to relax after a hard day o’ work.” The apple seller joked loud enough for the whole group to hear.

The unicorn laughed lightly as she breathed in her marefriend’s scent. Turning her head, she spoke loud enough for everyone to hear without issue while keeping her fancy tone.

“Something that we are doing to make up for spending the whole day working instead of going on a date like we had originally planned.” Rarity looked at the lavender pony with a small smile. “Though considering why, we aren’t complaining darling. Merely catching up on lost time.”

The group stayed silent, gazes wide as they took in the scene and what the new couple just stated. The brash pegasus especially seemed surprised, floundering briefly before shrugging non-committedly.

“Alright. Thanks for clearing that up.” Everypony stared with a brow raised at the blue mare. “What? I just wanted to know. Though it would have been nice if you told us sooner.”

The newer couple laughed, beginning to stand up once more.

“Gosh Dash, if’in we knew that we needed tah update ya with every little bit of news, we’d have told ya sooner.” Applejack swatted at the blue limb, earning a half-hearted grumble from the pegasus.

Rarity tittered lightly. “We’ve only recently started dating darling; we would have told everyone in time.” The unicorn kept a firm grip on the orange hoof that helped her into a standing position. “Was there anything else in particular you girls wanted to talk about?”

The rest of the friends glanced between one another, unsure. They took turns shrugging. Rainbow in particular smirked to the farmer, winking suggestively. Applejack laughed at the action.

“Well, if y’all are done, then it sure would be nice tah spend the rest of our evenin’ relaxin’ together.” The farmer beamed at her special somepony who cooed in return.

“I’m good.” Dash floated upside down, hooves loosely crossed as she became dispassionate about the situation. Fluttershy smiled bemused at the other pegasus before looking back to her friends, shaking her head no.

“We’re good! Just got to plan the ‘congratulations on getting together’ party!” Pinkie flung a hoof around her marefriend’s neck, pulling her close. “Ready to go my little star?”

Twilight murmured her agreement while the others groaned playfully at the party reasoning. They waved farewell, not delaying their departure any longer. Once the two mares were alone, the apple farmer leaned close to the other mare, whispering into the light-gray ear.

“Well, that went pretty well. Ah don’t suppose… Ya’d want to visit the farm an’... officially meet mah family?”

Rarity held her free hoof to her mouth, eyes twinkling. She levitated the brown hat from where it had blown away with half a thought, plopping it onto the blonde strands. “Awww, darlin’, that’s so sweet! Of course I’d love to officially meet them. Why, I must find the perfect time for you to come and visit mine!”

The orange pony chuckled, moving to hug the other pony as they both stood on their back legs. Rarity blushed, eyes shuttering to half mask as they focused on the mouth that opened to laughingly respond.

“Oh, that easy huh? An’ what, it’ll be in a couple o’ months then?” The farmer inched down, face turning red. “We ain’t even set up our next date yet.”

“And have you decided on anything yet… darlin’?” The fashion designer murmured, inching ever closer to her target. Almost there… Almost, just a little closer darlin’...

“Well, how about we go for a movie?” Applejack spoke softly, leaning the rest of the way to land a peck on the pale-gray forehead. “Maybe a meal after?”

So close! “Of… of course darlin’! That sounds just lovely.” Rarity’s grin wavered as her heart plummeted at the missed opportunity. The continued nuzzling she received helped assuage her hurt feelings as the orange mare half-combed the purple bangs with her nose. “Hmm, just lovely…”

The earth mare laughed at the pleasure she heard in the statement, even as she had to support more of the unicorn’s weight. “A-Alrighty… If yer ready to go, we can have supper at my-... my place.” She ducked her head, settling it under the limp light-gray chin. “Except that yer’ll need tah walk there…”

Rarity raised a brow at this statement, and flung a hoof to her temple. “Oh? But I simply can’t hold myself up any longer!” The dramatic mare went entirely limp, letting gravity take full hold and trusting the other pony to hold her.

The surprised farmer exclaimed at the sudden weight and scrambled to keep her marefriend from hitting the ground. Sighing at the action, she shifted the mare in her hooves so that she was draped across her back, checking that the unicorn was secure by touching Rarity’s right hoof with her left one. Applejack smirked to the mare on her back, meeting shocked sapphires with confident emeralds.

“Betcha didn’t think Ah was gonna do it, did ya?” The orange mare chuckled, shifting in place to make sure her cargo was all settled. “Let’s get goin’ for a good ol’ Apple Family meal!”

As soon as the pair began to move, the fashionista squeaked in concern. She moved further to rest more aligned with her carrier, wrapping both forelegs around the strong orange neck and squeezing. Applejack laughed at the feeling.

“What? Think Ah’m gonna drop ya?” She leaned back, touching the pale cheek with her muzzle briefly before focusing on the path in front of them. “Ain’t never letting you down, ya bet mah life on it.”

“Darlin’, I would never bet your life. I would much rather have you to myself for the duration…”

The couple shared soft laughter as they traveled around the edge of the town to the farmland to the west. The closer they got to the red building, the more embarrassed the unicorn got. She wiggled on the solid back, releasing her grip around the neck.

“Rares…?”

“Applejack, darlin’, I appreciate the measure you are willing to go on my behalf, but I really feel that,” the mare slid down the orange side, causing both to shiver at the feeling, “if I’m to meet them as your special somepony, I should do it on my own four hooves.”

The apple seller gazed approvingly to the other pony as she watched her passenger get down. She waited until the unicorn was steady on her hooves before starting forward once more. Rarity silently thanked her marefriend and followed along, sticking close to the muscular side.

When they reached the doorway, Applejack didn’t pause, striding forward with a call to the rest of her family. “H-Howdy Apple Family!” The two mares stopped just inside the door. The blonde mare continued, holding up a hoof that was soon covered by a pale-gray one. “Ah would like you to meet my-my special somepony, Rarity.”

Granny Smith was in front of the couple in a flash, moving fast for a mare her age. Hooves out, she squashed the light-gray’s cheeks. “Why, ain’t you the prettiest apple in the orchard! Ah bet ya jus’ snatched up my little granddaughter quick as a whip!”

Big Mac and Apple Bloom were a little slower, but stepped beside the elder nonetheless. Rarity tried to smile around the hooves.

“Oh, well, yes, I suppose you could say it like that… Eh heh heh…” Wide blue eyes sought out a savior in embarrased green. Luckily, the message was received.

“G-granny Smith! Please-”

“Don’t ya worry none sugarpie! Ah wouldn’t want tah hurt ya little sweetheart none.” The elder released the unicorn, patting her solidly on the head. “Yer gonna need tah toughen up sweetpea!” She rubbed the purple mane while the target tried to keep smiling. She leaned into the tailor, nudging her with her much thinner forelimb. “Mah little sugarpie can be tough when she needs tah, betcha already found that out eehh?”

Both mares froze in place while Applejack’s siblings tried to keep in their laughter. The couple both turned almost as red as the stallion. The pale-green mare didn’t seem to notice, continuing on happily as she towed the unicorn to the kitchen.

“Ya can bet yer best ten gallon fancy sun hat that we Apples have ah way wit’ our relationships.”

The blonde earth mare felt her stomach hollow out.

“Why, Ah remember when mah sweet little Johny Appleseed first asked me to ah night on th’ town! Boy howdy did we take it by storm! We were as ornery as two dogs first meetin’!”

Now the entire rest of the family shared the same flush of red. Both older siblings were whining for their grandmother to stop while Rarity and the youngest Apple wore stiff uncomfortable grins. The oldest mare plopped the unicorn by the right seat next to the head of the table. She then grabbed the orange earth pony and sat her down on Rarity’s right.

“Ah ain’t askin’ wha’ y’all done so far, Ah jus’ need tah know when y’all plannin’ the weddin’. We got a lot o’ Apples tah invite fer it!”

Applejack choked on her pleads. Her brother also went silent, eyes bulging out. She leaned over the table, smacking her chest to clear her throat while her mind screamed out. Rarity’s smile was blown away, turned into a frown of fear as she patted her marefriend, ears burning.

“D-darlin’...?”

“Ah’m-Ah’m ok sugarcube, Ah’m fine…!” Applejack sat up, glaring to the matriarch. “Granny Smith, tha’ ain’t any way to-to talk to a-any guest! An’-an’-an’ Ah’m gonna ask tha-that ya don’t talk to my-my special somepony like that!”

The pale-gray mare held both hooves under her chin, eyelashes fluttering. “Awww, darlin’!”

Granny Smith was similarly impressed, sitting back with both hooves crossed in front of her. “An’ that’s mah granddaughter! Alrighty young’un, since ya asked so nicely even when yer brother, sister an’ ya don’t usually ask me tah stop anythin’.” She challenged the siblings, a single brow raised. None of the others would meet her eyes, save for the blonde mare who continued to stare down the grandparent. Granny Smith smugly turned to the fashion designer, pointing to her with hoof. “An’ tha’s how ya know she really cares about ya lil’ missy.”

Applejack ducked her head, wondering how she could possibly feel her face burn for so long. She held both hooves over her eyes and muzzle, unable to look at the tailor after that sort of praise and embarrassment. Her frightened pulse slowed when she felt a gentle hoof rest on her elbow. Peeking out from heavy hooves, she found a pair of sympathetic eyes.

“Darlin’, don’t worry about a thing. I believe this is a common thing among family,” Rarity leaned closer, whispering, “I’m sure you will find a similar situation when you visit my family.”

The orange pony removed the hooves from her face, wrapping one of them around the reassuring gray one. Before she could reply however, the oldest mare cut in once more.

“Right about tha’ too, ain’t ya a smart cookie! Why Ah bet ya were expectin’ this next bit too!” The friendly tone lost all of its warmth with the next few statements as she leaned closer to the tailor. “If’in we ever hear ‘bout you hurtin’ our little Applejack, yer gonna find out jus’ how big an’ bad us Apples can be.”

Big Mac also moved closer, brows coming down over his now threatening gaze. “Eeeeyup.”

The two younger mares of the family stared in open mouthed shock at the display. Apple Bloom gulped nervously while leaning away from the large hulking mass of her brother. Applejack remained in place, dumbfounded. Until she felt a slight tremble from the purple maned mare beside her. Stiffening her resolve, the blonde sat up steadily, both hooves coming to rest on the table itself as she moved to be in between the dark glares and her special somepony.

“Granny Smith, y’all ain’t gonna go threaten MY special somepony, especially if Ah’m right here.” Applejack could feel the appreciation radiating from the mare beside her. “Ah thank ya for lookin’ out for me, but ya don’t need to do that.”

“Sugarpie, sweetie, yer can be sure as sugar Ah do need tah do this.” Granny Smith stared down the strong willed pony. “Ah need tah hear tha’ kind o’ strong wordin’ from Miss Rarity. When ya look a pony in th’ eye, when yer talkin’ ‘bout love, ya can see it in their pupils.”

The light-green mare refocused on the unicorn who swallowed at the steel hidden in the tangerine depths. Taking a deep breath, Rarity sat up, crossing her hooves politely on the table as she returned the stare.

“Ms. Smith-”

“Sweetie, call me Granny.”

“Granny Smith, I care very deeply for your granddaughter. There is NOTHING I wouldn’t do for her.” The fashion designer frowned sternly. “I appreciate the display of force, but even the threat of having the vast family of Apples against me couldn’t keep me from Applejack’s side.”

The room was silent after the bold declaration. Everypony stayed still, waiting to see who would move first. The oven timer rang out, startling the two Apple sisters while the three others merely twitched their ears at the noise. Suddenly Granny sat back, pleased smirk wide on her face while Big Mac relaxed back into his seat.

“Well ain’t that a mighty nice thin’ tah say. Applejack, why don’t ya go git supper? Should be all ready now, even them apple turnovers yer mare likes.” The elder waved towards the kitchen, waiting until the orange mare complied before turning back to the unicorn. “An’ while Ah could see ya meant every word ya said, ya gotta remember tha’ our little Applejack ain’t never dated a’fore. Yer’ll remember that when yer goin’ on dates, won’t ya?”

Rarity blushed, gaze turning to the table, as she nodded solemnly. Her eyes trailed after her marefriend, reflecting on everything the evening has displayed. The rest of the evening went much smoother for the couple. The fashionista almost thought it was water under the bridge until she noticed the slight tremble under the earth pony’s muscles. She refrained from commenting on it, waiting for when the duo walked back into town, away from the prying eyes of the Apple family.

The evening was warm but that didn’t prevent either mare from walking close to their special somepony. The tremor was gone from the apple seller, but she seemed more distant, lost in thought. Something the designer was going to rectify.

“Something on your mind darlin’?”

“Hmm? What ya say sugar? Didn’t catch that.” Green orbs slowly swirled over to meet bemused blues.

“Is there something on your mind? Some particular thought you would like share with the world, or at least, with your special somepony?” Rarity leaned into the muscled form.

Applejack slowed down, biting her lip thoughtfully. “Ah… Ah’m… sorry ya had to sit through all that this evenin’. Ah wasn’t expecting them to go all protective of me…”

“Oh darlin’... That’s what family do for one another.” The unicorn nuzzled the bright red cheek. “Quite normal. Especially for a family with a bond as strong as yours.”

“Well, maybe… ‘Cept Ah’m usually the one protectin’...” The earth pony scratched the back of her head.

“Yes you are…” Rarity stopped the mare with a gentle hoof to her shoulder. “But you needn’t protect everyone by yourself. That’s what family… and special someponies… are for.” She drew her mare closer, rubbing her cheek along the orange muzzle. She felt the other shake her head slowly, leaning into the slimmer tailor.

“Ah… Ah don’t know Rares. Ah just get this feelin’ like… Ah ain’t doing right by ya by lettin’ mah family grill ya. Or uh, somethin’...” Applejack couldn’t look the other in the eye, instead focusing on the buildings on their right.

The pale-gray mare felt her heartbeat stop at the uncertainty in the usually confident mare. Using as much strength as she could, Rarity pulled the blonde mare to face her straight on, staring deep into the emerald orbs.

“Applejack, you are not always the one responsible for everything! It takes both parties to make something happen.” The fashion designer pulled her mare closer, gaze growing sterner. “That’s why some of the best things comes from ponies in love.”

The farmer couldn’t speak as the care and affection she found in the bright blue eyes shone stronger than ever. And the two hooves that were now on either side of her face prevented a lot of movement. It also became difficult as they came closer, the undertone in sapphire blues turning triumphant as they closed. Both mares felt heat sear from their centers, broiling up their necks to where they touched, muzzle to muzzle.

Rarity sighed, relieved and pleased, as she tasted apple and sugar from their meal in the mouth of her mare. She adjusted her head for better room as she prolonged the kiss, shifting her hooves down to enwrap the strong neck. For a brief nanosecond, she wondered if she lost her touch, as the earth pony hadn’t moved aside from tilting her head the opposite way. This was dispelled when she felt the orange barrel expand while Applejack snorted out of her nose warmly.

Accepting the heat that burned away her doubts and even normal conscious thought, the blonde earth mare inched her way forward, making the duo stand more on their hind legs as she allowed her forehooves to roam down the unicorn’s back. When her lungs demanded proper amounts of air, she pulled back, sucking in a lungfull, before diving forward once more, almost crushing the unicorn against her. Rarity appreciated the gesture, allowing her hooves to dangle off the broad shoulders as she enjoyed the embrace.

Finally, after their bodies had accumulated to the fire coursing through them, they pulled apart, breath uneven. While Applejack felt every iota of her energy return and then some, the unicorn felt sleepy as the warmth lulled her into a more relaxed state. She leaned into the proud, solid chest, eyes half closed as she traced little circles on the orange fur.

“Hmm, I suppose your grandmother was correct, you Apples certainly do move fast…” Rarity teased, still reeling from the kiss she finally received. Some of her relaxed state dissipated when she felt her marefriend’s breathing hitch nervously.

“Rare! Ah-Ah’m sorr- Ah didn’t mean to- to go that fast with ya! Ah won’t-”

“Don’t you dare say you won’t do it again!” The fashion mare straightened in place while the hoof that had been idly doodling turned into a sharp jab. “If it was not clear before, allow me to clarify! You have full permission to do whatever you wish, whenever you wish!” She moved in, nose touching the other’s, as her gaze sharpened. “Do you understand me?”

Applejack shortened the distance, closing her eyes as she initiated another kiss. She held it only for a few seconds but it was long enough for the majority of the unicorn’s anger to float away. “Yer… Yer real cute when ya get all flustered like that sugarcube…”

Rarity exhaled in a rush, eyes scrunching as she leaned back in. “You are very fortunate you are so cute darlin’...”

They shared another kiss, forgetting the outside world until the hoot of a night owl reminded them of where they stood. Breaking apart, they laughed at their own foolish antics and continued into town, trotting much closer to one another this time.

When they reached the boutique, the duo shared another kiss, relishing in the freedom of the embrace. Rarity brushed a hoof along the orange cheek, beaming.

“Darlin’, why don’t I arrange for you to meet my own parents tomorrow? If you could come by after your day?”

Applejack tilted her head, never moving so far as to remove the warm hoof touching her. “Really? Ya sure? Ah mean... Sure, Ah’ve got a bit ahead of mah work, but uh, if yer not busy…” She reached out her own hoof, pulling the pale-gray mare close by the waist. “Sure would be nice tah have an excuse to visit without somethin’ breakin’ in yer house.”

Rarity threw her head back in laughter, her hooves going to circle the orange mare. “Awww, but the door on the top floor has been making this dreadful noise as if I broke it off the hinges!” The two mares booped noses as they giggled, grins wide. “But honestly darlin’, I do mean it. Meet me back here after six thirty and we’ll go to my parent’s house.”

“Yeah? What if Ah came earlier? What’d we do then?” Applejack’s smirk turned almost sultry.

“I’m sure we can find something to do… Wouldn’t you say…?” Rarity smiled just as seductively, dipping closer, but stopping just shy of connecting.

The earth mare raised a challenging brow. Smiling, she inched closer, drawing out the time before they would embrace once more. Once the unicorn pouted, about to whine a complaint, she closed the distance, catching the mare with her mouth half open. Rarity paused in surprise, eyes flaring open at the deeper kiss, to instead lean into it, eyes shuttering close.

Once they stepped back, both had bright red muzzles with equally wide grins. “Ah’m sure we can find somethin’.”

The unicorn pecked her marefriend’s mouth and stepped back, hoof going to her mane and fussing with it. “Thank you for this evening darlin’. I had a lovely time. Especially after our last little talk about how close,” with the word, the mare inched closer and stole another kiss, “we can get.”

Applejack tipped her hat, blushing lightly. “Yer mighty welcome. Ah’ll… Ah’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“You will indeed darling. Have a nice night.” Rarity fluttered her lashes once more, staring with her head tilted. The earth pony blinked, her face especially neutral. As the fashion designer was about to drop her act with a sullen pout, Applejack broke out in a wide grin and complied with the silent request.

Parting at last, each mare couldn’t stop grinning widely. Rarity went to her room to ruminate on the occurrences of the day, with much rolling in bed and flinging of her hooves. The apple farmer however was on a mission. She had a few family members to talk to after all.

“Granny Smith! What in the hay was all that about?!” The orange pony stomped her hoof, glaring at the older pony. The target of the iron green stare was nonchalant.

“Ya ain’t never dated before sugarpie, EVERY new couple gets this kind o’ treatment.” Sharp orange orbs checked on the younger mare. “Ya ain’t been to Rarity’s family, have ya? Yer’ll find the same thin’ waitin’ for ya there.”

Big Mac nodded from where he sat on the couch beside the now very sleepy filly. Apple Bloom raised her head, eyes barely open.

“Does tha’ mean you or mom and dad had tah do that…?” The young girl’s words were slightly slurred by sleep, her eyes unable to stay open.

Applejack and Big Mac froze, gaze glued to the floor, the jovial atmosphere dispersing sharply.The elder earth pony smiled sadly, stepping over to the dozing girl and laid a hoof on her back.

“Ya can bet yer bottom bit they did. Yer grandda had to sit through ah speech a mile longer than wha’ yer sis’ special pony got.” Granny Smith lifted up the youngest girl and carried her upstairs, smiling away the lad’s silent offer of help.

Big Mac was the first to move of the two left in the living room. He stood up and went to where his sister stood stock still. Leaning over, he nudged her with the brim of his nose, smiling silently. He reached out and tapped the smaller barrel.

“Honest here, happy here.” He slowly turned to go upstairs, watching from over his shoulder. “Happy for ya little sis’.”

The blonde blushingly waved back to him. She waited until the others would have plenty of time to settle down before going up herself. The next few moments before sleep claimed another’s mind was spent reliving the past half hour, even if most of it was about walking.

Giggling filled up the closed boutique. Away from the main window, beyond the store front in the middle of the living room section, sat the two mares on the single purple couch. There wasn’t technically room for both of them, but they didn’t mind. Applejack rested on the bottom, half-holding the mare who sat on her stomach and a tiny portion on the couch itself. Rarity was bent almost completely over, hooves on either side of the blonde head as she nuzzled the underside of her marefriend’s chin.

“Darlin’! Honestly, so forward.” The unicorn tsked teasingly.

Noticing the orange brow raised, she raised her own brows. She found uncertainty bubbling up from the depths of blazing green orbs and frowned briefly, nipping the mare’s right ear sharply. The fashion mare felt a thrill of pleasure at the response she got.

Applejack stiffened at the foreign sensation. Her breath hitched as she remained completely still.

“Dear, do NOT think you are going ‘too fast’.” Rarity continued speaking around the ear tip before letting go and looking at her mare straight on. “You are simply far too modest. I almost have to beg for a couple of kisses…” To demonstrate, the mare pouted, lips puckered.

The farmer rolled her eyes and went to peck the waiting lips. “Alright, alright… But it don’t feel right, goin’ so fast. If we’re gonna make this work, Ah… Ah want tah do right by ya. Even if most of my family did go fast when it came to their own special someponies…” She tugged the slim light-gray waist closer, causing the mare to lay more on top of the farm pony.

“Mmm, if you say so darlin’.” Rarity mused thoughtfully, gaze lazily going to the clock on the far wall. “Hmm, seems our time is almost up if we want to make our appointment with my parents.”

The orange mare nodded slowly, loosening her grip even as the mare being held whined lightly at the lack of touch. Applejack stared bemused at the trembling lip. Leaning up, she softly kissed the light-gray muzzle before tapping on the barrel, pushing the mare up further. Rarity sighed longingly but stood up, stepping down off the stronger pony.

“Darlin’, I simply must make sure everything is still in place.” The designer patted on her mane. “I shan’t be but a moment. You can stay right here if you’d like.”

The designer trotted up her staircase, mind scrambling to be sure she had all the needed supplies to recover from several hours worth of cuddling. She had the situation under control within seconds and with every second felt like hours away from her mare, she returned quickly to the farm mare’s side. Applejack didn’t seem to notice the distress, having stood up from the furniture and readjusted her trusty stetson.

“Ya ready to go sugarcube?” The farmer waited for the nod before reaching out her hoof, grasping her marefriend’s in a gentlepony manner.

The streets were half empty as the evening wore on. The weather was still warm with a light breeze drifting through the town. Rarity kept her shawl however, knowing that the corners drew the green orbs to her form. She guided the other mare to the lakeside home. The two storied building was neatly kept, the bottom level lights on while the top floor remained dark. Applejack tipped her hat back with a whistle.

“That’s a neat place yer folks got.”

“Hm, yes.” Rarity mused, keeping tight lipped. She kept the duo moving forward and knocked on the doorframe. “Let us see how this evening works out, hm?” She smiled briefly to her mare before opening the door at the call from inside.

Inside, both unicorns were sitting on the green three seater couch, hoof around one another lovingly. They smiled in welcome as the younger couple entered.

“Well howdy there! Real nice to meet you officially.” The pale-gray stallion stood up, hoof out stretched. The other mare was a second behind her husband, waiting to greet the earth pony.

The blonde pony bowed her head in return, shaking the grip firmly. Once that was done, she stood still as the light-pink mare kissed each of her cheeks. “Thank ya for havin’ me on such a short notice.”

“Don’t you worry about that dear!” Cookie waved her left hoof freely. “We should be thanking you! Way we heard it, you’ve been making our little girl here rather happy!”

Rarity blushed at her mother’s words. It didn’t prevent her from standing beside her marefriend, leaning into the solid muscle. “Yes, yes she has mother, though I strive to let her know that myself and don’t really need you to ‘help’.” She smiled when she felt the laughter bubbling up in the orange earth mare. She leaned over to whisper not so subtly into the farmer’s ear. “Told you this is a common reaction from family darlin’.”

“You betcha!” Hondo became the focus once more by putting a hoof on Applejack’s other shoulder, smile growing wider. “It won’t come to any surprise when I say how, if you hurt our little Rare-bear, you’re going to find yourself in a whole heap of trouble!”

The apple seller raised both brows at the friendly tone riddled with iron under the surface. She met the blue gaze squarely. Confident smirk in place, she straightened to her max height. “Ya won’t have to. If somethin’ happens to Rarity on my watch, Ah’ll already be dead an’ gone, ‘cause otherwise she’d never have gotten hurt in th’ first place.”

The mare in question gasped as her chest constricted painfully. “Applejack!”

“What?” The earth pony glanced to the mare on her right. “Ah ain’t lettin’ nopony or nothin’ hurt ya, ever.”

Rarity groaned at the bland tone, leaning her head into the warm orange side. She barely registered the damage to her mane style. “Do NOT think like that. If you weren’t there, I do not think I would remain so happy with you gone…”

Applejack exhaled slowly, mouth tightening in pain, as she bent her neck to rest her head against the purple strands. She didn’t care about the extra eyes that watched the duo. “Sorry Rares… Ya gonna be ok…?” She waited for the tiny nod against her fur before looking up to the older couple once more. “Sorry ‘bout that. Uh, did y’all wanna have a seat or…?”

“Of course!” The stallion beamed at the couple, gesturing to the second large furniture that was open. Together, Cookie and Hondo sat back down on the largest couch, watching the newer pair with large grins.

The fashion designer checked the room, frown growing as she noticed a lack of the youngest member of the family. “Where is Sweetie Belle?”

“Oh, she went to have one of those sleepovers with her friends!” Hondo cheerfully explained as he slapped his knee with a wink.

“On a school night?” Rarity questioned. When she felt a comforting hoof against her own, she smiled briefly toward her special somepony.

“It’ll be fine, we trust her to behave.” The pink mare waved a few times, ignoring the disbelieving glance from her oldest daughter. “When did you two decide to get together? You’ve been friends for a while, right?”

The couple nodded in sync. The unicorn of the pair leaned into the earth pony’s shoulder. “It was, ironically enough, a mutual feeling that came to fruition at the same time.”

“Heh heh, ya can say that again! We went an’ asked each other fer a date for the same day, an’ almost the same time.” Applejack rubbed her head with her left hoof as her right was pinned by the pale-gray mare.

“Well ain’t that the sweetest thing!” Cookie laughed as she encircled her husband’s hoof, leaning into the stallion on her right. “Maybe not really like our first date, but then again, it was a different time.” The married couple shared a loving nuzzle while the earth pony laughed and fashion designer groaned in embarrassment.

“You betcha! I had to beg your father -your grandpa-” the stallion pointed to Rarity who now burned bright red, “-to let me even visit your mom after school! Why I had to join some of your mom’s clubs just to spend more time with her away from most adults.”

The apple farmer nodded thoughtfully, hoof to her chin. “Ah don’t have tah go beggin’ to borrow Rarity’s time now, do Ah?” She glanced to the unicorn on her side, gaze teasing.

Rarity sat up indignantly. “You better not have to!” She glared to her parents who became even more bemused at the half-shout. “And if I hear that you had to darlin’-!”

“Ooh, don’t worry hun!” The older mare laughed with a hoof to her mouth. “Your father and I wouldn’t make you do that! Why, you two just seem like the cutest couple!”

“Ya… Ya don’t mind that I’m a simple earth pony farmer?” Applejack softly asked. Her ears were tipped back even as she wore a assured grin. “Or that Ah’m… a mare?”

The orange furred pony ignored the highly furious mare on her side. She continued watching the other adults, eyes sharp, noting how they seemed surprised at the questions, though not angry. Before anypony moved, Rarity leaped off the chair, standing directly before the apple seller.

“It doesn’t matter WHAT they think! It doesn’t matter what ANYPONY thinks!” The usually well kept mare’s mane flung out of shape. Her gaze never wavered, fire burning in every inch. “I want YOU. Nopony but you. It doesn’t matter that you are a mare, are a farmer, or even that you are an earth pony!”

Everypony’s attention focused on the mare in the middle of the room. The tailor was looking only to the orange mare who stared back with a half-surprised, half-happy grin that grew larger with each passing word.

“You are MINE!” Rarity whirled around to face her parents, glower well in place. “And if you DARE to say or somehow convince this lovely, honest, only slightly foolish mare otherwise, there will be tartarus to pay!”

The passionate unicorn turned back to her special somepony and gave her a heavy kiss, reaching her hooves around the blonde’s head. She kept the touch going an extra few seconds to ensure the sincerity of the embrace. Pulling back, she glared into the shocked green orbs.

“NEVER ask or think that again!” Upset beyond thinking clearly, the fashionista rushed out of the cozy home, not bothering to say farewell.

Applejack would have remained in place a few moments longer, shocked, but the sight of watery sapphires made her sit up in place. She looked to the other ponies in the room, face apologetic, as she raced after her marefriend. “Thanks fer the evenin’!” was the only words they could make out from the orange pony as she left.

The two mares ran through the now silent town, neither caring about how they appeared to the rest of the world. The unicorn, running on passion and adrenaline, went without paying attention to her hoofsteps, trusting her muscle memory to guide her home. She didn’t hear her pursuer until the southern accent shouted out from behind her.

“Rarity! Hold yer horses girl!”

Shivers went up and down the designer, tripping her hooves while her mind cried out joyfully. APPLEJACK! Her body went loose as the few remaining iotas of adrenaline left her body. She came enough to her senses that she braced for impact with the ground.

It never happened. Strong hooves held fast against the slim gray barrel while a soothing voice whispered into the flustered mare’s ear.

“Sshh, sshh, Ah got ya sugar, Ah got ya…” Applejack pulled her mare against her own chest, keeping her limbs taut to prevent another escape. “What got a bee in yer bonnet…? What can Ah do tah help?”

Rarity whimpered as her mind scrambled for what caused the flight. With each second, she clung tighter to the farmer. “Don’t ever think that again… Never ever ever ever again…!”

“Never ever ever ever huh…?” The orange pony repeated, laughter in her voice. She dropped the jolly tone when she felt the other growl into her fur. “Alright… Alright… Ah won’t…”

“Good.” The fashion mare moved back to stare at her special pony with a deeply furrowed brow. The glare lightened when the farm pony pecked her muzzle, morphing slowly into a more peaceful grace as the kiss continued. “Hmmmm, you seem to have found a wonderful way to cheer me up rather quickly…” She commented once they had finished.

Applejack half-smirked, gaze still serious. “Seems Ah have… An’ that we Apples ain’t the only ones with fire in their blood.” She nuzzled the light-gray fur, angling along the temple and hair lines. “Look, why don’t Ah take ya home, ya get some sleep, and we’ll talk more tomorrow about that date Ah figured out. Meet at six thirty fer that movie?”

“Awww, not sooner…?” Rarity settled back onto her own hooves pouting.

“Ah never win, do Ah?” The blonde farmer playfully rolled her eyes. “As if ya don’t need mah help with that… What was it again? Some door givin’ ya extra lip?”

The unicorn’s face scrunched in thought before clearing with a wide smile. “Ahh! Yes. That dreadful thing. I simply can’t keep living with that causing all sorts of noise and disrupting my peace!”

Giggling like schoolfillies, the two mares nuzzled noses the entire trip to the tailor’s home, even if it was a shortened distance from the frantic run the owner had just completed. Another embrace was shared at the doorstep, another promise of visiting the preceding day. Another dream of the keeper of their hearts, filling the long gap between their next time together.

Chapter 23 - Trying to find common ground

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Start of June, 1005 A.D.

The gentle trickle of rain drops on the roof set the two mares at ease. They sat on the purple cushioned couch once more, in a similar position to the last time they were there. The earth pony served as majority of the seating for the unicorn above her. They were both stretched out longways, hooves around each other waists. Neither moved as they enjoyed the warmth they created laying against one another.

It was still early afternoon. The day’s weather had been a light drizzle, designed to help the local fauna. The tailor was more than happy to dry her marefriend off from working in the rain. Hoof rubbing the orange fur was enjoyable for both parties, though the farmer moved away before it got too far. The response was respected, and the couple moved on to the next favorite activity.

“Ah can see why so many like this here cuddlin’...” Applejack murmured into the light-gray ear, causing it to flicker.

“Hmm, so pleased you like it darlin’...”

The farm mare nodded, nosing dipping along the ear. “Yessiree Bob. Except we have tah get ready for our movie hun.” She shifted her hooves, tightening briefly, before moving her head to the underside of the unicorn’s head. “Ah just got this here feelin’ that yer’ll be wantin’ a proper date before long.”

Rarity hummed her enjoyment of the touches, neck and head extending up beyond the blonde mane. Eyes closed, she smirked at the light tease.

“Hmm… I suppose so. It would be a shame to have set up something for us to do and it all fall through merely because we couldn’t get up.” The tailor couldn’t prevent her head from dropping lower as her muscles loosened at the nuzzle.

A smattering of kisses startled the unicorn into a more awake state. Lifting her head, she glanced at the mare beneath her and found green orbs watching, hundreds of thoughts running through them. As she stared suspiciously to the other, Rarity let out an eep of shock when she felt herself being rolled to her left, into open air.

“D-Darling!”

The call didn’t prevent the earth pony from holding the unicorn in the air, off the couch. She put a strong orange back hoof on the ground, trapping her marefriend between the couch and her, while her other back hoof stayed on the furniture. She leaned with the dangling mare, grip sure, as she kept her muzzle close to the other’s.

“We ain’t lazy. Ya gotta enjoy the time ya got off when ya can.” Applejack spoke softly, her lips brushing the puckered others as she talked. “Besides, while we could miss that there movie, we went an’ made reservations for the dinner, right…? Can’t go passin’ that up, we’d get a bad reputation fer skippin’ town.”

Rarity stuttered, caught off guard by the tease. Her hooves, loose from shock, tightened around the blonde’s waist, attempting to pull her just as off guard. It failed against the extreme raw strength of the earth pony.

“Nice try, but yer gonna have tah do more than that to get me moving.” The apple seller gloated. She didn’t move, keeping her face a tantalizing short distance away. Seconds later, her eyes shot open at the touch of the purple tail along her flank while the two pale-gray hooves moved lower from their spot, caressing the apple cutie mark. Her limbs lost some of their strength as heat loosened the muscles.

The unicorn dropped to the ground with a soft ‘oof’ of pain. Opening her eyes, she found the other close once more, face pale.

“Rarity! Are ya ok?! Ah’m sorry- Ah wasn’t-Ah didn’t-!”

“It’s quite alright my dear, it’s alright…” The fashionista reached up, consoling her marefriend with a gentle hoof through the blonde strands. “I believe I win our little ‘battle’ of … wits… however.”

The two stayed in place, contemplating the wording, before breaking out in laughter. Giggling, Applejack offered a hoof to the other mare, helping her stand once more and hopping down from the couch at the same time. The light gray pony grinned, reaching out to boop their noses together. Turning together, they went to the front room where the unicorn levitated her raincoat and saddle umbrella. Hearing a small chuckle from her right, she found the earth mare smirking at the addition. Smiling confidently, she magically pulled over another umbrella and set it on the orange back.

“There you go darlin’, so we won’t have another repeat of earlier today.” Rarity cast her sights over the muscular form, gaze hungry.

The blonde blushed at the inspection. She shifted her own sights to the umbrellas on their backs and frowned as her thoughts continued down the logical train. Reaching out, she pulled off the unicorn’s umbrella and set it aside. The farmer then moved as close as she could to her marefriend, smile growing.

“Didn’t like not bein’ able to stand next to ya. Now yer gonna have to stay next to me if ya want to stay dry.” Applejack searched the sapphire gaze for approval and found it.

“You seem to have found a very wise solution darlin’.” Rarity brushed her muzzle along the orange side with a large grin. “I believe we are ready to head out now.”

The couple trotted out of the clothing shop, standing close together under the protective accessory. There were a few others outside, sporting similar accessories to keep from getting too wet as they worked the day like normal. Most of the usual market stalls were empty, while the stores themselves had more than the usual number of visitors to keep dry and warm. The two mares avoided large puddles and streams, though the fashion mare made sure they both wore boots to protect their hooves.

It wasn’t long before they reached the sole movie theater in town. Cinemare Theater had a large projector wheel on the front of the two storied building; in place of one of the spokes was the entrance to the theater. The duo didn’t wait, continuing inside. Before them, the grand lobby spread out, with carpeted flooring and large ceilings which were painted black to hide its actual height. The walls were covered by a soothing dark blue fuzz. In front of the room by the entrance was a concession stand while the ticket booth was at the far end, right next to the doors that led to the two theater screens.

Rarity lifted off the umbrella from the other pony and shook it away from the duo. Within seconds it was sleeved and held by a dainty hoof. A staff pony came up to the couple, pointing to the side where other boots and water prevention accessories were stacked.

“If you would please leave your things here ma’ams, and tag them with a number from our machine?” The mare wearing a red vest gave the two a plastic smile as she then pointed to a small circular dispenser that held tickets that could be attached to the items and used to recover them. “You can pick them up at the end as you are about to leave.”

Both ponies nodded, complying with the suggestions. Applejack took charge of the number slice, sticking it into the rim of her stetson. Once that was taken care of, they went for the ticket stand first, wanting to check their options.

“Alright, we got that there movie about video games comin’ to life an’ fightin’ us…” Green orbs twirled to where the other sign rested above the second doorway, trying to sum up the film from the name. “Aaannndd…. One about two friends? Already missin’ ya?”

“Ooooh! I’ve heard of that one, it’s supposed to be this really touching tale of two friends who are friends to the very end.” Rarity smiled as she leaned against her marefriend, hoof holding the other’s.

The farmer peeked at the mare, thoughtful. “So, yer’ll be wantin’ to see huh?”

“We needn’t have to darlin’, though I don’t truly know much about this one with video games.” The tailor frowned confused. “Ponyville still hasn’t caught up entirely with that particular technology after all. And we are busy mares, neither one of us get a lot of time to devote to ‘games’.”

Applejack nodded, tapping lovingly on the gray hoof. “Yer right about that. Don’t ya worry about me, we’ll watch that there ‘missin’ ya’ movie.” She focused on the stallion who sat behind the dark brown podium. “Two fer ‘Already Missin’ Ya’.”

The pegasus raised a brow at the accent’s attempt of the title but said nothing, stiff smile in place. He quickly sorted them out, trying not to stare at the couple as they trotted past.

They took the door to the right, slipping through the darkness into the large seating space beyond. While in the near absolute darkness, Rarity snuck a thankful kiss from the orange mare, lingering daringly. Once they were looking at the seating, they found that there were many other couples already inside, as well as groups of mares sitting excitedly together.

The couple found most of the high up seats were already taken by couples who seemed rather close. Rarity pouted, upset at her missed chance, and went for some slightly secluded spot. There wasn’t much open aside from in the very front. Applejack noticed this at the same time, and tugged on the hoof in her grip. They took their places, only for the apple farmer to realize they forgot a few things.

“Shoot. Rarity, Ah forgot the drinks an’ snacks. Ya want anythin’?”

“No thank you darlin’...” Rarity was about to comment further, but stopped, biting her lip uncertainly.

It was dark enough that the farmer couldn’t see the warning sign. So she loaded up on soda and a large tub of popcorn from the snack bar. When she went back to her seat, Applejack did notice the tight lip face of her marefriend. Frowning, she leaned closer, offering the drink and snack with outstretched hooves.

“Did ya want…?”

“No dalrin’.. That is… quite alright.” Rarity’s stiff smile didn’t help settle the earth pony’s mind but she had no time to respond as the film began moments later.

The farmer found the room was extra quiet and had to try and eat softly. A gusty sigh from her right stopped this entirely, with a corresponding sigh. Green eyes peeked over and found the unicorn sat back with both sets of hooves crossed. Applejack sighed again, setting her supplies down and reaching slowly for the pale-gray hooves. Knowing the movie barely started, she tried to speak silently, asking with her eyes if everything is alright.

Rarity glanced towards the snacks with disdain. Looking towards the earth pony, she raised a questioning brow. Her answer was another sigh and rueful smile. The strong orange hoof reached up to encircle the unicorn’s shoulders instead, while a back hoof pushed the drink and food away, out of easy reach. The fashion designer in turn smiled much more warmly, leaning into the touch.

Applejack smiled at the touch and turned back to the screen, her smile diminishing while the film continued. She tilted her head, curious about what a solid friendship the two leads had, knowing that in the movies, it never lasted. When it started to crumble as life inevitably moved on, the farmer groaned softly, turning more of her attention to the mare at her side instead but found Rarity was glued to the screen, hooves under her chin while the sapphire orbs filled with water. The unicorn pulled away unknowingly, watching intently.

The earth pony breathed out of her nose, settling into her seat and watching the movie. Several minutes in, a mare shuffled down the line, asking for everypony to let her pass. On her way, the mare knocked over the earth pony’s snacks and drink, spilling it all along the floor. Applejack moaned at the loss but now had the distinct feeling that her marefriend would not be pleased if she got more.

When the plot got to the central conflict, the honest farmer could feel the frustration build in her chest. About to comment on the foolishness of lying, especially for ‘best friends’, she found the tailor enthralled into the story. She sighed again, leaning back into her seat as the movie dragged on. Orange ears, flipped back at first due to the film, noticed the sound of many other mares crying or cooing over the story, much like her own marefriend. Annoyed, the apple seller pushed down her stetson, grumbling under her breath.

Rarity’s ear twitched as she heard a southern mutter. She felt a moment of annoyance at being taken out of the moment, and mindlessly shushed the pony. Once it stopped, she trained both ears back on the screen in front of them. At the end, the two friends finally making up, the majority of the crowd d’awwwed, the fashionista included. She excitedly patted the orange hoof that was on the hoofrest.

Applejack was a little bemused at the reaction, even as she grew further tired of the liar reveal cliché. She tried to hold the gray hoof but found the fashion mare was too excited to focus on the earth pony who’s brows twitched at the motion. The farm pony huffed, crossing her hooves as she stared at the ground, thoughts scrambling. Hearing a tiny sniffle from the tailor, Applejack smirked, head tilted to the left with a sigh. She’s jus’ bein’ Rarity… She was like this before too… At least she enjoyed the film… She shook her head and looked back at the screen.

The movie was just finishing up, and now the sound of crying filled the whole theater. As the credits rolled, Applejack stood up, hoof held out for her marefriend to take. Rarity wiped at her eyes with her magically levitated tissue as she held onto the solid limb. She leaned on the earth pony, happy smile in place. It was only as they grabbed their rain gear that she recovered enough to speak normally.

“Darlin’! That was a marvelous film!” The unicorn beamed at her mare. “Thank you so much for taking me!”

“Shucks Rare, ain’t no problem.” Applejack murmured, smile stiff. Some deep sense told her this particular moment wasn’t the right one to state her own opinion about the film.

“Wasn’t it just lovely?!”

The earth mare sighed, dropping her head with eyes closed for a second. She gritted her teeth beneath her grin. “Rare, let’s… let’s jus’ go ahead an’ get that food.”

The unicorn slowed to a halt, tugging on the hoof in her grip to prevent the other mare from escaping. “Darlin’...” Her voice and eyes held a stern warning about lying.

Applejack blew out a puff of air, pushing her bangs back with the hoof that once held a light gray one. “Fine. Ya asked about it… That movie didn’t make a lick of sense.” The earth mare stomped her hoof. “If they were really best friends, they shoulda told one another the truth from the get go. That would have saved ‘em both a heap of trouble an’ time.”

Rarity stared shocked at the farmer. “But, that was the point! It creates drama! Tension! Climactic build up!”

“And it was a dumb idea on their parts!” Applejack shook her head, frown well in place. “Ya don’t need them things if yer in a real friendship. There could have been some other way tah get yer drama in that movie. And then there’s that part, with that one mare secretly goin’ out with that other stallion.” The mare flung a hoof out, frown growing angry. “She had a nice relationship, why’d she have to go an’ do that?”

“Because she was in a fragile state when they came together! She had just found that treatment wasn’t going to save her darlin’! She wanted to live in the moment. What would you do then?” The fashion designer huffed, happiness draining away at the argument. Seconds after asking the question, she froze, realizing just what she had asked.

The farm pony slowly turned to face her marefriend head on, brows raised high. “Ah’d do the right thin’, staying with the pony Ah said Ah loved an’ tellin’ the truth! Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, of course! I didn’t mean- I hadn’t meant to imply-”

“Then why did ya like it so much in the movie?”

“Because, while I myself would never do it, I could understand feeling so adrift, so bereft of hope, as to find comfort with somepony else. And because it wasn’t real!” Rarity reached out, grabbing onto the orange hoof with a worried glint to her gaze. “I enjoyed it for the same reason I prefer those ‘cheesy’ romance novels as you’ve called them in the past. It is merely fiction, inspired to create drama and intense feelings. Please, I didn’t mean…”

Applejack sighed, her anger floating away at the saddened mare holding her leg. She sat down, using both forehooves to hold the pale-gray pony close to her. “It’ll be alright, everythin’s fine. Ah ain’t mad. Ah know ya like them kinds of movies, it ain’t my ‘cup of tea’.” She chuckled at her use of the fashion mare’s kind of wording. The unicorn laughed as well, tears already in her voice.

The duo didn’t delay any further and suited up for the rain that still hadn’t finished falling. They quickly made their way to the relaxed cafe De L'Été. The building was two stories tall, with a balcony on the second floor. Extended out from the balcony was a retractable roof, covering the normally outdoor tables from the rain while the balcony itself had a similar one encasing it. The front actual wall of the cafe was entirely made from glass. Every table, on the porch, balcony and inside the cafe, were covered by white tablecloths with pink highlights. The rest of the colors in the restaurant were of pastel orange, yellow and greens, bringing to mind the summer time. In special pots strategically placed about were sunflowers in various states of blooming.

Rarity cooed at the sight as they walked in while Applejack closed up the umbrella. They were greeted by an earth pony with two toned orange mane and pale peach fur. She had an apron on, in the center was a large sunflower bloom. Spotting the two mares, she lit up with a large smile.

“Hello Applejack, Rarity! It was a surprise to see that you two requested an outdoor seating on our balcony.” Junebug glanced between them, pulling out two menus as she spoke. “Would you like to change the location?”

Applejack nudged the unicorn with a grin as she held the closed accessory. “Ah’m good either way. What’d you like Rare?” She glanced around, trying to spot a place to set the wet things, when she noticed a special welcome mat that already have a few things on it. She nodded to it, catching the other earth pony’s attention. Junebug nodded, smiling before focusing on the unicorn.

“Hmm, yes. I do believe that the view will still be as lovely, even in the rain.” Rarity mused, daintily stepping out of her boots. Her marefriend immediately picked up the shoes and set them on the mat along with the umbrella. “We’ll go ahead and use the original seating plan, if that’s ok Junebug.”

“No problem at all!” The pale-peach mare lead the way to the stairs along the left side of the wall. “Are you two on a date or…?”

The mares turned red, with wide smiles. They both mostly answered at the same time.

“Well, shucks, got it in one!”

“Hm, yes darling, we are.”

Junebug smiled, gaze lighting up. “That’s wonderful to hear! I hope you enjoy your evening with us.” She waved to the table that was in the middle of the upper level balcony, well enough away from the edge that it wasn’t able to get wet but still enough to enjoy the view presented.

Applejack once more acted like a gentlepony, helping her marefriend into her seat before sitting down herself. They shared a smile before looking to the menus set in front of them. The earth pony breathed easy with a menu she could actually read in plain Equestrian. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t had much to eat since an early lunch that day.

A young waitress walked up, notepad in her apron. She smiled at the duo. “Welcome! How can I help you today?”

“Yes, I would like the garden salad and the strawberry crepe please.” Rarity beamed at the waitress before looking to the earth mare across the table. “Have you decided darlin’?”

“You betcha!” Applejack smirked back before focusing on the earth mare taking the orders. “Ah’d like an order o’ hay fries, a pair of them grilled cheese sandwiches, one of those large salads, an’ two orders of yer toasted apples.” She smiled teasingly to the unicorn who stared at her in shock. “Somethin’ for us to have fer dessert.”

The mare nodded as she wrote the order on her pale yellow pad. Glancing up, she questioned them once more. “And what would you like to drink this evening?”

Applejack put her hoof to her chin thoughtfully. “Ah’ll have barley water.”

Rarity shook her head, eyes closing briefly as she snapped her mouth shut from the bewildered gaze she had seconds before. “Ah, yes, hem-hem… I’ll have the fizzy water. Thank you.” She floated over her menu, eyelid twitching at the long list her marefriend had rattled off.

Once they were alone on the wooden outcrop, the unicorn leaned on her hooves tucked under her chin. “... Darlin’... Are we hungry today?”

The orange mare shifted her gaze from the rain painted town to the beauty that truly captured her eyes. She rubbed the back of her head, feeling another rumble course through her. “Ya can say that again. Somepony went an’ knocked over mah food at the theater, didn’t have nothin’ to eat since someone went an’ spilled it all.” Finding the other mare unimpressed, the earth mare scowled lightly. “What? Ah can’t help it! Went and did a lot of work today, an’ the other day.”

“Hmm… I don’t know darlin’... We did spend a lot of time today just cuddling. If that is ‘a lot of work’... then we may need to discuss what we do during this time.” Rarity mused, eyes shuttering to half closed.

The farm pony’s scowl turned serious. “Rarity, it ain’t just today. Ya know we have to put a lot of work in the fields. We Apples have tah eat to keep our strength up.” She rubbed her eyes, exhaling slowly. “Alright, look, let’s jus’ not worry about that right now, alright?”

An unladylike snort escaped the fashionista before she corralled her facial features into a neutral one. She looked away, mind swirling as she thought to previous cooked and shared meals. The carefully constructed facade dissolved. Fire slowly kindled in the clear blue orbs. Greens noticed this detail and just as slowly shrank in fear.

“Wh-wha are ya thinkin’ there…? Rarity…?” Applejack leaned back, hooves set against the table, body stiffening with dread.

“What am I thinking…?” The fashion designer grin gradually grew, becoming more uncomfortable for the other pony to see as it stretched without humor or any other positive emotion. “Yes, indeed, what was I thinking… Thinking that my simple, small, homemade food was enough for an Apple’s appetite.” The words were heavily emphasized, her lips pulling back to reveal her teeth with each before going back into the uncomfortable smile.

Applejack stared wide eyed, her own mouth dropping down as her mind went blank. “W-wh-buh what?! What are ya talkin’ about!?”

“Obviously nothing darlin’, obviously nothing worth mentioning.” Rarity curled a lock of her mane. “Because OBVIOUSLY it doesn’t matter whether my marefriend is actually satisfied, here or at my own personal home where I strive to be sure everyone is happy with whatever we had set out to achieve!” By this point, she stomped her hoof on the table, half-standing angrily.

The earth pony raised both brows, beginning to stand as well. “Actually satisfied? Actually satisfied. Ah ain’t never said otherwise! Ah liked the grub ya made, jus’ like Ah liked cookin’ for ya!” The cowpony shook her head. “If’in ya want the full honest truth, half the time Ah’m worried about yer eatin’ habits. Ya eat less than one of Fluttershy’s critters! Thin as a twig, an’ still thinkin’ ya need to eat less.”

Rarity gasped dramatically, her face morphing drastically with each one. “Excuse you! It just so happens that an up and coming designer simply cannot look anything but her best! Including not having any sort of unsightly muscle tone that is unusual for our line of work.”

“Oh, so ya don’t like it when a pony has a decent amount o’ muscle on their bones?!”

“Darlin’, I do not mean it like that!”

“Sure don’t sound like it!”

“APPLEJACK!” Rarity reached the few inches between the two mares who were now standing over the table in the heat of their argument and cupping the orange cheeks. “I DO NOT DISLIKE YOUR PHYSIQUE! In fact, I crave it! Your form, the trim but firm limbs, the way you move, the way the earth practically shakes under your every step!” Hungry sapphires scoured the apple seller’s form, taking note of the heavy blush that was steadily growing on the orange muzzle. “But that is for YOU to have, not me! My work does not require it! We work in different fields, have different tastes, and look different!”

“Yeah?! Yeah!?! Well, Ah think ya look mighty fine as it is too!” Applejack stammered slightly, fighting the blush raging across her face as she felt her blood pump rapidly. “Ah bet everywhere ya go for yer fancy shows, ya got stallions fallin’ all over ya! Ah worry half to death about ya goin’, because ya always seem to fit right in! The belle o’ the ball, the brightest flower among that there garden, an’ ya STILL don’t think yer good enough!” She grabbed the hooves on either side of her face, holding on tight. “An’ if you, the prettiest mare Ah know, the apple o’ my heart, don’t think she looks good enough, then what kind of chance do Ah have of keepin’ ya?”

The fashion mare gasped once more, tears in her eyes as she pulled her marefriend closer, touching their foreheads together. Reaching upwards, she laid a chastising kiss to the orange forehead, pushing the hat up as she did so.

“We are both very foolish, very obtuse, ponies.” The pale-gray mare murmured softly. “Why don’t we give this… another try…? Let’s… Calm down, and… and have our food…?” She felt the eye roll of the mare below her. “Not a word.” She threatened teasingly.

“Of course not sugarcube.” Applejack touched the underside of the gray chin with her lips, letting her smile be obvious in the affection. “Whatever ya say.” She slowly moved back, keeping a hold of the hooves while taking her seat once more.

Once they were both back in place, a light cough came from the side wall. They looked to the sound, faces flushed. There, their gleeful smiles held back under a cover of anxiety, were Junebug and their waitress, holding various dishes on their backs.

“O-oh my!” Rarity covered her muzzle with both hooves. Applejack used her hat to hide her bright red face.

“Please! Don’t mind us!” Junebug waved, expression still amused. “We didn’t want to interrupt or anything!”

The waitress on her right nodded, just as amazed and amused.

“Ah… Ah wish y’all didn’t see us fightin’.”The farmer timidly lifted her hat, peeking at the two workers. “Uhm, we’re… we’re probably done now.” Sharp green eyes zeroed in on the bemused blue orbs.

The staff cooed teasingly before stepping up and placing the trays on the table. The couple’s argument apparently had taken long enough that most of the courses were finished, waiting to be eaten. The two mares focused on the food, deciding not to comment about the different proportions. It seemed the story of the couple half-arguing half-complimenting each other spread through the small business, as each staff member peeked at the couple with wide grins.

Feeling drained, the couple didn’t spend much more time at the cafe or even out and about. They felt a bit more watched, as though the whole town had heard about what had happened. The rain had moved on, the scheduled time over. It made it easier to stand close together, silently admiring the different styles they had.

Applejack could feel the fashionista’s words from earlier rattle in her mind, keeping a constant blush on her face. When they reached the tailor’s home, Rarity held on to the orange hoof, encouraging the mare to go inside. The earth pony smirked, allowing the motion. She stopped just on the inside however, a particular line rushing through her mind. ‘... I crave it…!’ The boots were returned, and umbrella put away, while warm emeralds watched bemused.

“Darlin’... I’m sorry that this evening hasn’t quite worked out like we hoped.” Rarity blushed along the orange mare’s side, smiling when she came full circle in front of the mare. “Is there some way I can make it up to you…? Perhaps, I could set up the next date?”

“What… what could we do? Ya were right, we like real different things.” Applejack shrugged her shoulders. “What can we do that we’d both like... “

-NSSSL-

“Why o’ course y’all gotta do somethin’ new together!” A pale-green hoof smacked upside the blonde hair. “Y’all gotta find somethin’ tah do together! Sure, ya take turns doin’ things the other likes so ya can spend time together. But y’all have tah have somethin’, anythin’, that ya both can learn and work together with.”

Applejack rubbed the spot, even as she looked to the elder. “That’s what Rarity said too.. Ah jus’ wanted to check with ya, ask ya fer… fer some advice.” The orange furred mare shifted on her feet. “Rarity suggested Ah think of somethings an’-an’ she’ll think of some an’ we’ll… we’ll go through ‘em all.”

Granny Smith nodded, smile growing. She reached out to hug her granddaughter as they sat on the large couch in the middle of their living room. “Ah sure am mighty proud o’ that marefriend o’ yers. Seems like the sharpest tack in ah box of buttons. She gots the right idear. Jus’ make sure yer comfortable with what yer doin’.”

The younger mare blushed and ducked her head. “Ah… Ah like her a lot too Granny…”

“Ah noticed. Matter o’ fact, way Ah heard it, y’all were jus’ a hootin’ an’ hollerin’ in poor little Junebug’s restaurant.”

Applejack sat up, out of her grandmother’s embrace, ears upright and stiff. “No…!”

“You betcha, why, way she was tellin’ it, y’all were professin’ yer undyin’ love for each other loud enough fer half the neighborhood tah hear ya.”

“Graaaannnnnnyyyyyyyy!” The earth mare whined. The sound echoed through the house, gaining laughter from those in the upper levels. “Y’all are gonna get it if ya don’t stop!” Now there was laughter from the elder Apple as well as from upstairs.

The orange pony moaned again, ducking her head and following the motion to roll off the couch. She continued to moan up the stairs, all the way into her room. She continued to play moan even as her mind pushed forward the words that had captured her full attention. It helped fill her with extra warmth, lulling her into peaceful sleep.

-NSSSL-

Rarity hopped in place, smile wide and feeling light-headed. This time, she finally got the goodnight kiss she had always wanted. No on the cheek peck, no brush against her forehead, no nose boop; a proper, loving kiss. She floated along her living room, tidying up the place after having ignored it for most of the day while she cuddled her marefriend. A stack of letters drifted into view.

“Oh yes!” The unicorn hummed as she opened each one, sorting them mid-air into different stacks. Spotting one from Ponyville, she slowed down, opening it right away as it was from her parents. What in the world could have happened to cause them to write to me…? Not another vacation so soon?

[Howdy do Rarity? It was just lovely to meet your new marefriend and seeing you so happy! We want to be as supportive as possible for your new relationship, and know that we love you no matter what you choose.

But we don’t want Sweetie Belle to grow up too fast by learning about relationships before she’s ready. If you don’t mind, we’d be grateful if she didn’t learn about every sort of relationship before she’s grown up enough to handle these kinds of things.

Lovingly,

Your mom and pop]

The fashion designer gaped at the paper in her magical grip. Her emotions were torn between outrage and bewilderment at the request. It settled on being hurt. They… They don’t trust me! They don’t trust us to be mature about relationships! They don’t believe we can grow up properly. I can’t believe it! I am sooooo mad!

She stomped her hoof in place, frustrated growl growing in her throat. Unable to hold still, she began pacing the room, setting the other letters down as she focused on the one from her parents. She fumed. Fighting the urge to start throwing objects around, she instead huffed, staring at the pictures on the wall. It took a moment, but soon she realized she was staring deeply into a calming set of greens. Even in picture form, the earth pony helped her relax.

Deep breath, deep breath! Ok. So if that’s what they want, fine! They will owe me for this… The fashionista crumpled the mail, tossing it carelessly into a drawer and moving the rest into the proper folder for upcoming orders. She picked up the picture in her magic, carrying it up to her bedroom. She held it in view as she laid down in bed, letting the warmth that was in the image even taken before they dated bleed out, calming her emotions and relaxing her mind to finally get to sleep.

The next three days were bright, sunny and almost tinged with extra heat, showing the arrival of summertime. School had let out only days before, and the town was full with everypony moving about during the day. It grew even more busy as the evening came, bringing slight relief from the warmth that had prevailed. But this was still too much for the fashionista who stood outside the local bowling alley.

A beat of sweat moved down the side of her face, sending the mare into silent panic. She tried to pick up the pace of her magic powered fan, trying to cool herself down while she waited. Sending another glance up and down the street, another droplet traveled downwards, added by the heat and worry.

“Where are you darlin’...”

Orange hooves pounded against the ground. Each strike sent little bits of dust into the air. The apple farmer panted, mind in a flurry of anxiety. “Come on… Come on…!” Ah couldn’t hardly get time tah show off my list of ideas, an’ now Ah’m runnin’ late for one of my own ideas! “She’s gonna kill me…!”

Turning a corner, she found a spot of light-gray by the tall building. The mare had a wide brimmed sun hat along with a paper fan, finalizing any idea of who it could be. Skidding to a halt before the mare, Applejack timidly looked her in the eye.

“Ah’m real sorry sugarcube. We had a last minute order an’ we had to pull out all the stops. Even lil’ Bloom had tah help.”

“That’s fine darlin’, you’ve already said so in the short time we were able to get a few days ago.” Rarity leaned forward, booping her marefriend’s nose, ignoring the knowledge that the earth pony had just came from work without washing. The scrunch around her eyes gave her away.

“Rare, we’re goin’ bowlin’. We’re gonna get dirty some, and work up a little steam.” Applejack smirked, staying close to the unicorn. “We could always take a nice bath after, if yer still anxious ‘bout us bein’ messy.”

The fashion designer flushed red, steam almost coming from her flattened ears. She fought against the image presented to stare incredulously to the blonde, mouth opened in shock. The farmer noticed the odd gaze and frowned in puzzlement.

“Wha…?”

“You-you can’t possibly mean a- sh-sharing a-!” Rarity shook as she tried to swallow with a dried mouth.

“WHAT!?” Applejack jerked back her own, red covering up the few freckles on her face. “No that ain’t what I meant!”

The fashionista coughed into her hoof, the red slowly leaving her face. She turned to face the building instead, fan going at hyper speeds. “Of course…! Naturally... “

“Riiight…” Applejack continued leaning back with a teasing smile. “Well, yer’ll cool off inside. They got them AC runnin’ since it’s so warm an’ near about everypony is out today.”

The other mare didn’t respond and went inside. Both ponies sighed in relief as the cool air ruffled their coats. Inside the single floor building were twenty lanes for bowling while the right wall had the concession and retail counters. The height was set high up, giving plenty of room for the large screens that kept track of the scores. The couple stood in line, waiting their turn to order a lane to play in.

Once they had that, the apple farmer asked with a raise of her brows if the fashion designer wanted some food. Sapphire orbs rolled bemused, though she waved for the sturdy mare to enjoy herself. After getting everything set up, the two went to their lane, sizing up the bowling ball available for them to use. As they searched, the unicorn levitated her hat and fan to a seat next to a mechanical podium that had buttons for ponies to enter information. While the farm pony started to pick one up, the tailor typed in both of their names, smiling when it appeared on the overhead screen.

“Ya gonna be able tah hold it Rares?” Applejack teased as she found one that matched her strength. She glanced at the number and frowned in curiosity at the eighteen on the top of the swirly green and purple ball. Shrugging, she hefted it easily, smiling at the weight.

Rarity huffed, sticking her nose in the air. “And who says I must hold the ball with my hooves?” She smirked, peeking to her horn and using it to levitate a very light bowling ball.

“Ya sure that’s the right kind of bowlin’ ball? Seems kind of light.” The earth pony tilted her head with a teasing shake.

“Don’t worry about me darlin’, I’m pretty sure I will still beat you at this game.”

“We’ll see about that!” Applejack squinted playfully, hefting the equipment. Stepping up to the line, the earth pony threw the bowling ball with her entire might. It flew straight down the lane, right over top of pins, and straight into the back, causing a dent in the back wall.

Rarity giggled at the bashful mare and stepped up for her turn. She used a bit of magic to fling her own ball down the corridor, eyes narrowing to watch the move. The much lighter bowling ball continued down before coming to a halt against a pin, barely nudging it. The pale-white pin tittered for a second before falling forward.

“Huh. Well, how do we fix this kind of mess?” Applejack scratched her head bemused. A voice behind the couple sent them jumping into the air, eyes wide.

“Well, there is a button for such situations here on the dashboard of your station.” A stallion, wearing blue and white pin stripe shirt with a name tag on the front, stood beside their station. “However, as a rule in this bowling establishment, I have to remind you that use of magic is limited here.” He droned on, not caring about the embarrassed blush the pale-gray mare now wore. “You cannot use levitation further from the starting line, no enchantments are to be placed on the bowling ball, and you have to use the number fourteen ball to play.”

“O-oh, yes, of course…” Rarity, her cheeks flushed red, floated the ball back to the racks and sought out the correct one.

“It’ll be ok sugarcube, we’re both still learnin’.” Applejack smiled warmly at the fashion mare, only to frown when the pegasus worker coughed lightly.

“We also don’t want to have to deal with damages, and ask that you use very little of your strength. We don’t mind if the Apple family wants to come play, but we can’t keep paying for property damages.” The stallion made sure the earth mare understood before turning away.

It was the fashion designer’s turn to laugh at the shocked face of her marefriend. She trotted up, the much heavier bowling ball in her magical hold, and nuzzled along the orange side. “Hmm, seems like word of the Apple strength is getting around. I better step up my game before somepony else tries to get that much power for themselves…”

Applejack closed her eyes at the touch, enjoying the warmth it caused. She leaned down, nose going into the pale-gray neck. She pecked the location. “Mah turn.” She whispered against the trim body, sending a shiver racing over the whole body. The apple seller picked up her bowling ball and, restraining more of her natural strength, threw it down the lane. The ball managed to actually roll down the special flooring, but without any sort of aim. It bounced back and forth between the two small walls that separated the various lanes, borderline breaking the edges before falling entirely into the rut.

Rarity laughed, nosing the orange cheek. “Oh darlin’, so close! I’m sure you will figure it out soon.” The dainty mare used all of her concentration to pick up the heavier ball and threw it, imagining it like another sowing task for work. The orange and pale-yellow bowling ball continued straight with only slight wobble. It struck down half the pins, the others trembling in place before settling back upright.

“Way tah go Rares!” Applejack cheered, looping a hoof around the gray shoulders and giving it a shake. “Seems Ah got some catchin’ up to do!”

The unicorn mused thoughtfully, eyes shuttering to only barely closed. She watched with a heated grin as her marefriend tried again. She grew bemused as the green and purple orb knocked over three of the ten pins as it shot by too fast to allow for the others to feel the tremble.

“Shoot! Shoot shoot shoot…!” The earth pony stomped her way back to the plastic seats, glaring at the ground. The anger washed away at a loving touch.

“Darlin’, try a little less strength.” Rarity traced the forelimb while the orange mare was midway to her seat. “While I adore that about you, perhaps try as though you were holding something precious…?”

Applejack curled the hoof around the light-gray one, smile flickering as she tried to work past the words tying her tongue in knots. She finally swallowed, trying for a seductive grin. “So… Ya sayin’ yer not ever gonna want things tah get r-rough…?” The paper fan dropped down on the beat red muzzle, distracting the earth pony from her attempt at teasing.

“I did not say anything one way or another. Merely that you should treat the bowling ball as though it was something extremely fragile…” The fashion designer smirked, leaning towards the muzzle, whispering softly. “Like a baby or some imported vase…”

The unicorn chuckled at the shivers she caused and went to take her own turn. She was even more accurate than before, expanding her lead. The apple farmer took her own turn, blushing heavily the entire time. She did indeed try the ‘advice’, and found that it did work better to finally earn her some more points. The two mares slowly learned the tricks of the game together, though Rarity kept her lead.

Applejack didn’t mind, especially as they had both worked up a fine sheen and hunger, balancing out Rarity’s disgust from earlier as they both were just as sweaty and messy. They held hooves as they went back through town, enjoying the quiet and cooler atmosphere. The town was still bustling with couples and friends having fun, but the night was over for the two mares.

Breaking their gaze apart only when they arrived, the two shared one last grin, already missing the other.

“That was pretty fun, huh Rares?” Applejack tilted her head backwards playfully. “Even if ya did cheat.”

“Oh-ho, magic is not cheating darlin’, you merely need more practice.” Rarity smirked as she leaned closer, eyes half shut. “What shall be our next date together?”

“Ah think it was from yer list. ‘Cept Ah have tah work a little extra next three days before we can.” Applejack pushed her hat back as she looked skyward thoughtfully. “Ain’t easy bein’ two business mares…”

“No… No it is not.” Rarity opened the door with magic and floated her hat inside. She then closed the distance, kissing under orange muzzle and moving her way up to the now blushing nose. “But very worth it.”

The blonde smiled and gave the mare a full touch, angling her head for ease of reaching and to press forward. The two breathed through their noses as heat surged. Feeling it move to an edge, Applejack moved back, gasping lightly. “Ya bet it is. Ah’ll see ya later sugarcube?”

The unicorn smugly processed the embrace, exhaling once more and slowly opening her gaze. “You better believe it darlin’.”

Chapter 24 - Staying over in Canterlot

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June 12th, 1005 A.D.

“Come on! Don’t you want to see your marefriend?!” Rainbow Dash floated over the orange earth pony, whining as she flung out her hooves. “She’s been gone for a while, and now she can’t even make it back for Twilight’s birthday let alone come back for a quick visit for you!”

Applejack continued walking through the orchard. Glancing up at the pegasus, she shook her head, bemused. “Dash, we ain’t tied at the hip. We both have jobs tah do.” She shrugged, barely feeling the weight of the cart she was pulling along. “She sent everyone a letter. We know she’s ok.” Emerald orbs peeked to the brown stetson where a stash of letters were kept.

“Oh come on AJ! Wouldn’t it be nice to visit her in pony?” The cyan mare continued following her friend. “Besides, it’s Twilight’s birthday today, we’d be missing a pony for the party!”

“Alright, now Ah see yer point.” The farmer paused, frowning thoughtfully, as she shifted in the harness. “Tell ya what: Ah’m near about done with the day’s chores since we got so much done these last few days-”

Dash snorted with a wide smirk. “Riiiight. And it has nothing to do with how you can’t visit a certain frou-frou-y unicorn, huh…?”

“Don’t know what yer talkin’ about…” Applejack murmured, keeping her gaze firmly on the ground as she felt her muzzle half scrunch in amusement and in the lie. “Look, since Ah’m nearly done as it is, and could probably go visit her with the rest of the gang.”

“Suuuure you don’t know what I’m talking about…” The pegasus’ smirk grew. She pumped a hoof, nudging the other mare with her left one. “Now we just need to get Pinkie on board and it should be a piece of cake to get Twilight to agree. Meet us at the library A.S.A.P.!”

Applejack stopped, looking up with a bemused scrunch of her face, only to find a trail of rainbow colors as the pegasus took to the skies. She shook her head, letting the motion knock off her hat. She caught it in her hoof upside down where it showed the letters stashed there. The blonde pulled them out, flicking each one open and rapidly scanning their contents.

Hello darling!
Even as I write this on the train to Canterlot, I feel the ache of missing you deep in my center. But I simply cannot let that sale escape! And one can always use a new view of the world to find what is in fashion.
Caring and missing you,
Rarity

Darling, you simply won’t guess what happened the other day! I was enjoying one last cup of tea when I came across Fancy Pants and Fleur Dis Lee! Two of the most to-do ponies in Canterlot! And I was invited to join them for the derby! This is my big chance to gain more customers and clients! To build my name in Canterlot! Wish me luck hun!
Hugs and kisses,
Rarity

I can barely have time to write this note, I’m so busy! Know that even as I ‘hobnob’ with the elite, my thoughts and heart is with you darling! XOXO ~ Rarity

The farmer twitched her nose in thought, piling the letters back into place and resettling her hat. Would be nice to see her, make sure she’s takin’ care of herself right… Nodding sharply, the mare picked up her pace, heading for the barn. Two quick ties undone and she was free of the cart. She made sure it was securely put away before going for the kitchen, sticking her head in and locating the older earth pony.

“Granny, me an’ the girls are gonna head out of town, fer Canterlot. Not sure if we’re stayin’ longer than tonight.” Applejack kept her voice even.

Bright orange orbs found no specks of uncertainty in the younger mare’s. Granny Smith tilted her head with a half-smile. “Ya go find yer girl, we know yer’ve been missin’ her somethin’ fierce.”

“Thanks Granny.” The orange pony ducked inside, giving her grandmother a quick kiss on the cheek, before heading for town. We’re a-comin’ Rares. Hope yer ready for it.

-NSSSL-

The night sky shone clearly, even with the capital lights shining brightly. The castle was also lit up as the scheduled events started to draw to a close, despite the disruption earlier. Guests that were in the garden party that evening were being escorted out, though six particular friends were allowed to stay behind with a couple of guards to watch over them.

The unicorn wore her best outfit, designed to impress the high class ponies of the capital. She tipped the wide brim hat back, breathing a sigh of relief that the evening was finally over. She felt a warm presence holding up her left side. Glancing to the side, she found pleased green eyes watching. Smiling back, she was about to speak when a different voice caught her attention.

“It was very nice to meet everypony this evening.” Fancy Pants stood nearby, grinning. “I’m sure you must have to go back soon, to a very lucky special somepony…?” He teased, raising the brow over his monocle.

Rarity tilted her head, grinning in return. She looked at the mare beside her, finding the earth pony smiling neutrally, eyes nearly shut as she stared to the right, away from the the two talking ponies. Gray brows twitched in thought. Deciding rapidly, the fashion designer smiled wider and leaned into the orange pony.

“Yes, I do believe she is rather lucky.” The unicorn nosed along the strong orange jaw. “Luckily, she couldn’t stay away and has come to visit while I stay in Canterlot.”

The stallion raised both brows, though his smile showed his overall emotional status. He switched the majority of his gaze to the earth pony instead, reaching out a hoof. “Ms. Rarity seems like a wonderful mare; I hope you both take care of one another.”

“Ya can say that again!” Applejack happily shook the offered limb. Letting go, she leaned into the slimmer body beside her. “Ain’t gonna let anythin’ happen to her. She’s a special kind of gal.”

Rarity tittered, waving a hoof towards the farmer. “Oh you! As if I wouldn’t do the same for you.”

Fancy Pants laughed as well, nodding once more to each and taking his own leave. As he was heading out, Applejack continued to lean into her marefriend.

“Thanks Rare…”

“Hm? For what darlin’?” The timid tones made the tailor glance towards the earth mare, gaze soft. She found a tipped over hat blocking the emeralds she knew were there.

“Well, fer… fer sayin’ Ah’m yer marefriend to them high falootin ponies.” Applejack went still at the hoof pushing her hat up. Peering up, she found inviting pools of sapphires waiting to capture her gaze.

“Darling, you are important to me, more than whatever they think.” Rarity placed her hoof on the orange shoulder as the group of friends started to follow a guard inside. The other pony merely nuzzled the unicorn appreciatively.

After a few moments of muted talking from the rest of the group, Applejack spoke up from the back. “Sure was nice of the Princess to let us stay fer a few more days.” While the statement was directed to the purple unicorn in front, she turned to look at the one beside her, teasing glint in her eyes as she continued. “Bet yer just dyin’ to get back to yer fancy tower room huh Rare?”

Rarity smiled daintily and leaned closer to her marefriend, gaze drooping. “Maybe so, but I certainly wouldn’t mind ‘roughing it’ if I had somepony to help warm me up…” She watched her marefriend squirm under the look and laughed internally.

The earth pony couldn’t hold the teasing gaze as her ears burned. Dropping her gaze, she nudged the pale-gray shoulder with her own, feeling her muzzle twitch. It wasn’t long before she felt a nose touch her neck, placing a tiny kiss there.

“Darlin’, you needn’t worry about that sort of thing if you do not want to… I am merely teasing.”

The warm whisper set the farmer at ease, even as the group continued to talk with the guard about sharing rooms. The topic set the farmer on edge, though she hid the discomfort behind a mask of neutrality. This didn’t go unnoticed by the unicorn however, who focused her sights on the mare.

“Applejack, what’s going on…? What’s wrong darlin’?”

“Nothin’.”

The unicorn raised a brow, unimpressed with the short answer. “Let’s try again. What’s wrong Applejack? And it is not ‘nothing’.”

The farm pony shrugged, chewing on the words she wanted to say. Checking that they were mostly alone, or at least ignored, the orange furred mare mumbled soft enough for the mare beside her to be the only listener.

“Ah’m a bit confused, on a couple of things.” Applejack shrugged again, face scrunching painfully. “Almost everyone talks freely ‘bout when two ponies… lay with… each other… It just don’t feel right. Ain’t it supposed to be special?” She shifted, growing more rumpled as she continued to talk. “... Then there’s just… Ya didn’t tell the others the truth at first? Why didn’t you just say ya were hangin’ out with these upper class ponies?”

The topic of intercourse and how it embarrassed the farmer amused the tailor. Her giggles subsided however when it came to the second half of the conversation. She cleared her throat, the weight of uncertain green eyes dragging down her euphoria from earlier.

“Darlin’... Talking about…sex...” she lowered her voice for the single word, realizing how on edge her marefriend already was, before continuing at more normal levels, “is not something usually done in respectable places, but among friends and sometimes even family, especially special someponies, the conversation can be spoken about. If you do not wish to, I will not bring it up unless needed, alright?” Rarity gazed questioningly to the other mare, only to slump at the much firmer stare. She sighed, rubbing at her forehead tiredly. “Please, can we talk about the rest of that later…? It’s rather late, and I fear what being tired could do to our words.”

Applejack also sighed, turning away. “Alright… Fine… But Ah still want to know.”

“I know darlin’... I know…” Rarity looked forward, face tight, as she ran through her reasonings and saw their foolishness.

The apple seller laid a peck to the unicorn’s face, dashing into her guest room afterwards. She pushed her hat firmly down her face, red burning across it. She didn’t take in the wondrous bedroom, flopping onto the large poster bed instead, hat still firmly in place.

-NSSSL-

“Thank you SO much for being so accommodating!” Rarity practically cooed as she leaned towards the stallion wearing a white coat and tall chef's hat. They stood in the middle of the castle kitchen, ponies bustling around them.

The blue furred cook smiled brightly, levitating over a commonplace picnic basket. “Its our pleasure to help those visiting the castle! Besides, some of the most scenic views are on the castle grounds, and our guests often request special picnics made for the day.”

The fashionista tittered, waving a hoof to the worker, as she took control of the basket. Looking over her shoulder, she fluttered her lashes with a small grin. “If you would be so kind as to let the others know should they inquire as to where we have gone, that we have a lunch and potentially supper already planned?”

“Of course!” The stallion assured, writing the note down as he turned back to his work.

Rarity hummed happily as she carried the food back down the halls. Her sights were attached to each tapestry and picture that hung on the tall walls, noting the style changes and colors used. Barely watching where she was going, the unicorn managed to reach the third dining room, which was a much smaller and intimate location for guests to eat at. Standing by a large glass covered window was the blonde mare, her mane down and hat in hoof. Sapphire orbs took in the solid lines and muscles of her marefriend before high stepping over the rest of the way.

“Good morning dear!” The unicorn gave the orange cheek a loving peck, taking in the scent of apples and flowers. “I hope you slept well!”

The earth pony grunted in the back of her throat, gaze still firmly staring into the distant fields and mountain ranges. The persistent pale-gray nose eventually tore her sights away from the distance lands to the mare beside her as it traced along the strong orange jawline. Finding the fashion designer in high spirits softened the tension she had felt from the evening before.

“Ah guess. Did ya get some nice beauty sleep? ‘Cause ya look right as rain and… and…” Applejack tilted her head towards the affectionate muzzle, smile growing, “and as pretty as the winnin’ rose at a competition.”

“Oh darlin’! Practically a poet, you are.” Rarity teased, moving the caress to instead firmly kiss the other mare. Once that was done, she pulled back far enough to show off the basket on her back. “I thought the castle and surrounding city may be a bit too stuffy for you, and have found a solution! We will find one of the multitudes of parks and enjoy a nice relaxing time together. How does that sound dear?” The mare smiled wider, though the neutral face looking back didn’t reassure her.

“...Sure sugarcube.” Applejack replaced her hat back onto her mane and looked in the direction where they had stayed the night before. “Should Ah put my mane back or…?”

Rarity ran a hoof through the golden locks, humming lovingly. “If it’s not too much trouble, could it be loose like this…?” The fashion designer was finally rewarded with a true smile, one that warmed the previously unfocused emerald orbs.

“Ah think Ah could do that…” The orange mare held out a hoof, taking the moment to nose the length of the light-gray neck and chin. “After you sugar.”

Holding back a high pitched giggle, the unicorn wrapped her hoof around the other’s and lead them outside. Remembering the majority of the city layout from her time there the past week, Rarity took them through the castle gardens first on the way outside, aiming for a side exit to avoid the crowds. She smirked, pleased, when she found the farmer was properly enraptured by the spectacle of plant life and creatures they had at hoof. Due to the extremely early hour, most of the creatures were asleep, not that it mattered since the duo remained quiet as they walked by.

Once they were outside the walls, Applejack, looking and feeling rejuvenated, leaned towards the pale-gray mare with a smirk. “So tell me, how did ya wake up before the birds Rares? Ah’d have thought you’d still be asleep until noon at least!” She chuckled at the mental image and the half-form plans she had to wake up said sleeping mare.

Rarity tittered dismissively, nose going into the air. “Honestly! One must always be ready for a sudden engagement or early event! We cannot simply allow the day to go to waste!” She lowered her muzzle, burying it into the warm pulse at the joint between orange head and neck. “Besides, I knew you would be awake already and wanted to surprise you. It HAS been a week since we saw one another after all.”

Whatever tension was left in the earth pony released at the touch and comment, allowing the stubborn mare to tilt her chin down, holding the gray muzzle in place and peeking out of her right eye to the other mare. “Shucks Rare… That’s real nice of ya. Ah couldn’t really wait tah see ya either; part of why Ah tagged along really.” The farmer grew bashful, letting go of her prisoner and staring, blushingly, to the sky.

“And I’m rather grateful you did, darlin’, I truly am.” Rarity smiled, eyes half lowering, as they continued walking through the now waking streets of Canterlot.

Some of the ponies they passed recognized Rarity and greeted her warmly as the couple trotted by. When they realized the fashionista was walking with her marefriend, half of the snobbish ponies became offended, though Applejack’s laughter at their reactions helped to soothe the hurt Rarity felt at their reactions. Jet Set and Upper Crust, already seemingly subdued, tried to grow haughty only to be put back into place by both mares in rapid succession.

The rest of the upper class citizens seemed willing to accept the fashion unicorn’s decision and congratulated the couple. These words were accepted with blushes and bashfulness. After the third such comment, Rarity had taken to murmuring reassurances into the orange ear.

“See darlin’...? They are now incredibly jealous that I have YOU. Another perfect example of how I wouldn’t trade what we have for somepony who lives in Canterlot.”

Finding the usual freckles get lost in a wave of red, the unicorn smirked teasingly, titling her head away before nuzzling the now apple red face. “I bet that’s also why you wanted to come and check on me, wasn’t it? To see the ‘competition’.”

Applejack opened then resoundingly shut her mouth, lips almost tucked in as she kept quiet. Her silence didn’t stop the fashion mare from laughing at the reaction and conclusion.

It didn’t take much longer for the couple to reach their destination. Beyond the last row of housing, the road led into a garden on the edge of the cliff where one of the many waterfalls met to tip off the side of the mountain. It was full of other couples enjoying the warm and sunny day. There were a few trees placed in strategic locations that filled out the ‘garden’ while hedges helped shape the location.

The farm mare scrunched her face at the superficial feel of the place. She inhaled slowly, settling herself and preventing any sort of comment to focus on the unicorn beside her. “Where did ya…?”

“Oh not here darlin’. While on a cruise, I had spotted a much more suitable location for us to enjoy.” Rarity beamed at the other before starting off once more, this time leading them along the edge and down a slope to another plateau.

This one had more naturally occurring trees and bushes growing along the edge of a miniature waterfall while the one from the level above spilled in front of the view, creating a perpetual rainbow. There were less open space for picnics, but for the two mares willing to rough it, the spaces between tree roots was just big enough for the duo to cuddle close, facing the water cascading down and along side them.

The unicorn looked expectantly to her marefriend, gaze half lidded, as she waited for a response. Orange hooves rushed forward, encasing the unicorn and holding her close. The scent of apples, flowers and grass invaded the pale-gray nose. It was just as quickly taken back as the earth pony moved to lay on top of her hooves, face turned aside.

“Rarity, this is just… beautiful. Really, this here is one of the nicest places ya could have taken me in the city. And a picnic is much better than some of those other dates we tried...” Applejack kept her voice even even as her heart sunk. “But… Why did ya go an’ lie to the others?!” She didn’t wait for a response, instead leaning forward with her eyes closed. “Ah didn’t say anythin’ when we first got there an’ you was talkin’ about yer cat bein’ sick. And even Ah could tell that you were all dressed up for somethin’.”

“Darlin’-”

“Ah ain’t done!” The earth pony lowered her head away from the loving touch, closed gaze starting to water. “It’s… It’s like ya like drama, even if ya have to make it out of thin air! Just-just like that movie we went an’ saw!”

Rarity’s head snapped back as though struck. Eyes wide, she leaned back slightly in shock. Spotting how tightly the apple seller was biting her lips to hold back more scolding, the tailor moved back up against her mare, hooves reaching out to hug the distressed pony. The contact mussed her specially coiffed mane, sending it over her face as she hid between the purple strands and the orange coat on her right. Nose pressed against the heavily breathing orange side, the unicorn angled her muzzle downward to allow her words to escape the cocoon of hair.

“You mean ‘Already Missing You’ don’t you…”

“Yeah, Ah mean that already missin’ ya film! Ah just- Ah just don’t get why you’d lie about somethin’ so simple! And would ya lie about -”

A fierce nip stopped the farmer from completing her sentence. Shivering at the teeth gripping her side, she looked to her left, eyes wide as she tried to not budge lest something worse happen. She found one burning sapphire peeking out from under purple locks.

“Don’ph you dare phink I would lie pho you!” Rarity gave the orange fur in her mouth a tug, minute growl in the back of her throat. Seeing that she had the full attention of the bright green gaze, she released the side, staying close in case it required immediate action. “Yes, I lied. But I did NOT lie to you. If you would be so kind as to remember the notes I made sure to send EVERY DAY.” The fierceness never left the fashion designer’s eyes, even as she kept her voice low. “I merely was trying to not hurt Twilight’s feelings while still maintaining a presence at the most to do event of the month. I was trying to balance work and social life.”

Applejack frowned, side twitching at the bite that had just occurred. “More like balancing yer old friends with new fancy-shmancy new ones.”

The unicorn growled louder and moved her pearly whites back to the solid farmer’s side, allowing the mare to feel her breath against the target. The blonde stiffened with a nervous intake of air. Rarity fought against the urge to smile at the reaction and continued to look menacing.

“And WHAT did I do when confronted with the question of who you all were by the so-called ‘fancy smancy’ ponies?” There was no response from the other mare, as her sights shifted anxiously between her side and the mare threatening it. Feeling her total control of the conversation, Rarity finished the train of thought. “What did I do?! I claimed everyone as my friends! AND I even confidently stated how we are dating! When it came to the important things in my life, I. Did. Not. LIE.”

The burning anger washed away in the silent seconds after the reminder. Growing tired of being extra fierce, the tailor ducked back into the orange side, moving her muzzle down so the threat of a sharp reminder wasn’t there while taking comfort in the steady heartbeat of the other pony.

Applejack shifted, uncovering her forehooves as she kept staring at the mount of purple. Inching the right hoof to the two pale-gray ones, she spoke with a calm, low tone. “Ah… Ah was worried that you’d try an’ make drama for our relationship when it didn’t need it…” The gentle hoof touch to the unicorn’s right forehoof forestalled any interruptions. “Ah see now Ah was wrong to think that of ya. What we have, it is important to you…”

The orange hoof moved from it’s place on top of light-gray to brush back the purple mane, uncovering a single sapphire orb that was on the verge of tears. The earth pony kept her hoof on the left side of the mare’s face as she curled around to bring her muzzle closer.

“Can ya forgive me…?”

Rarity leaned into the hoof, allowing more of her own face to pull away from the warm side, closing her eyes with enjoyment. “Hmmm…. I suppose I must, if only to continue getting these lovely hoofstrokes. It is rather soothing to feel you comb through my mane.”

The apple seller smiled, heart uplifted. She moved a little more, completely freeing her left foreleg which snaked around the pale-gray shoulders and brought the unicorn closer, her right continuing its passage through the purple rivers.

“Yeah…? Ah kind of like how ya would call me darlin’... sayin’ it just like that. Sounds kinda different than when ya say ‘darling’.” The southerner was careful to pronounce the original version as close to her marefriend’s accent as she could.

The fashion designer tilted her head, brow furrowing. “I don’t do that, do I?”

“Eeyup.” Applejack nodded as she resettled closer to the mare. “Also… also kinda nice when ya… feel around the bottom of my chin…” She half-pouted, gaze turning away shyly. The breezy laughter caused her to look back, center heating softly.

“Yes, I suppose I can see that…” Rarity demonstrated her understanding by complying with the ‘liked’ motion. By moving up to rub under the orange chin, she drew closer, almost laying in front of the farmer with hooves going to circle the strong neck.

The blonde shivered in delight at the feeling. Once it was done, she moved to rest her own head on the pale-gray shoulders, keeping her hooves around the unicorn’s head and upper neck. Feeling emotionally exhausted and lack of sleep from the previous night catching up to her, the farm mare began to half-close her eyes, smiling happily.

“Thanks fer takin’ us to this place Rares…”

“Hmm, if we are to keep mentioning things we like, I must say… When you call me like that, so familiarly…” The purple maned pony nuzzled the hooves holding her head tenderly. “It really sings to my heart… Though, darlin’, are you quite alright?” The more awake statement roused the other.

“Hm? Oh, uh, heh, Ah may have been fibbin’ a little bit when ya asked if Ah slept ok…” The earth pony chuckled sleepily, watching for the inevitable reaction.

Rarity delivered, as expected. She lightly swatted the orange pony, teasing scowl in place. “Honestly! And you were upset thinking I would lie to you…!” Finding only more tired laughter waiting for her performance, the unicorn lowered her voice. “But if you feel relaxed enough to rest now, please darlin’, feel free. I believe our food can remain ready for us later.”

A light snore was the answer to the mare’s statement. Smiling tenderly, the unicorn set a cooling spell on the basket to insure the safety of the food as well as a bubble of protection against bugs and other creatures, and leaned into the embrace, her own gaze drifting closed.

-NSSSL-

The couple slowly woke back up from their morning nap. The first thing the fashionista checked on was whether their food was safe or not. Seeing the light purple hue still in place, she settled back into the warm hooves holding her. I don’t think I’ve had a better sleep in weeks… Almost as relaxing as a massage at the Spa… Sighing happily, she snuggled deeper into the orange chest.

The body shook as laughter raced through it. A southern voice whispered from near the light-gray neck, sounding much more awake now than before. “Enjoying the pillow there sugarcube?” Another shake traveled over the orange barrel. “Sure glad ya like it. Though now Ah’m mighty hungry… What kind of food ya got over there?”

Bright blue orbs re-opened and swirled to the wicker basket. With barely a thought, it lifted into the air and drifted closer to the two mares.

“You know, I’m not fully sure what was packed myself.” Rarity shifted in place so they both could face the basket, bringing their muzzles closer inadvertently. “Why don’t we find out together…?”

Applejack smirked back, barely having to shift her head to be within kissing range of her marefriend. “Sounds like a plan sugarcube…”

Sharing a quick kiss, the duo ate each piece of the picnic together, sharing bites at times. They steadily worked their way through the multiple dishes stashed inside. The sun was barely past the midway point in the sky when they finished the last of the dessert. Fighting the pull to return to sleep, they put everything back into the wicker container, stretching their limbs. If the stretches brushed against an orange or light-gray body, no mention was made of it, though the amount of ‘accidental touches’ did rise after that point.

They walked close to one another as they went back up to the city above. Glancing to the other garden section, they found a majority of the couples there had switched out with other ponies. They laughed at how long they had been asleep, nuzzling once more. Struggling to keep their light hearts and hooves from floating away, the couple kept going, back to where, roughly, they knew their friends were. The warmth they felt stopped much more thought than that, lost as they were in each other’s eyes.

The royal gardens were completely awake by this point; birds, mammals and flowers were in as much motion as they could be, though they seemed to visit a spot in the center of the gardens. Birds swooping down, chittering happily, caused the farmer to look up, following their path with a questioning brow. She turned her head, smile widening briefly.

“Looks like these here gardens are as awake as we are now, did ya want to go lookin’ around?”

The fashion designer cast her gaze over the lush greens and vivid spots of colors that the animals and plants presented, coming back to a stop on the orange mare beside her. “Hmm, while I would say it pales in comparison to you, darlin’, I wouldn’t oppose it.”

Applejack chuckled. “Uh-huh. Whatever ya say sugarcube.” She pulled the slimmer mare along, deeper into the hedge maze. They trailed after some of the birds, slowing when they came to each corner so as to not surprise whatever was on the other side.

On the last corner, reaching the center of the gardens, the two mares peered around the short wall and stopped, trying to understand the sight they had found. The earth pony’s brow furrowed deeply, while the unicorn put both hooves to her mouth to prevent the happy squeal from escaping.

Laying in the middle of the open field were two pegasi, the yellow and blue coats contrasting each other brightly. Rainbow Dash rested her head on her forehooves that were stretched out in front of her, tilted to have a perfect view of the mare beside her. Fluttershy sat beside the usually brasher mare, her own forehooves crossed in front of her while she excitedly looked at the birds that flew down to visit. The yellow ears were upright as teal orbs were easily visible for a change, while the cobalt mare’s own gaze was half hooded, a rare tender smile in place. Various critters and exotic animals walked around the field, often stopping by the animal caretaker while checking the other pegasus curiously.

After a few more seconds of watching the two pegasi relax in the sunlight, Applejack finally tugged her marefriend’s hoof, drawing them away from the view. Any time Rarity opened her mouth to comment, an orange hoof stopped her while teasing green orbs promised they would talk soon. Reassured, the tailor held back her excited giggle, feeling a thrill similar to when she was a school filly. With each step away from the scene, they picked up their pace, morphing into a full run by the time they got within sight of the doorway. The stoic guards didn’t seem to mind the two mares rushing inside, eyes scanning the area for potential dangers.

They dashed to the side of the door, out of view from the outside. Standing on their back legs, they panted from the sudden run, ears twitching to pick up every sound otherwise. Finding no outcry, the pair looked to one another, grins languishly forming before they broke out into a flurry of giggles. Applejack stood on the side closest to the door, right hoof half restraining the other as they tried to ‘hide’. Once they were sure the two pegasi hadn’t noticed them, they dropped back to all fours, still giggling.

“What was all that about, do ya think?” Applejack swiveled her head in place, trying to keep a look out while talking with the other mare. The high pitched coo brought her entire focus back to the unicorn however.

“Awwww! Darlin’, can’t you just see it?!? They are so adorable!!!” The last word was drawn out as Rarity squished her cheeks, eyes misting over. Finding a bland expression on her marefriend’s face, she dropped the hooves to deadpan the earth mare. “Really honey? Can’t you see the LOVE blossoming in our friends?!”

“Love? Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash? Ah dunno…” The farm mare scratched the back of her head, muzzle scrunching up.

“And WHO was right about Twilight and Pinkie Pie getting together?” The designer leaned forward, eyes narrowing, as she poked the orange barrel. “And on the very eve that they had even gotten together no less!”

Applejack held up a hoof, smirk growing. “Alright, alright, maybe ya have a point.” She chuckled, pushing the hoof that had previously been jabbing at her back down to the ground. “Ah ain’t gonna argue with ya about this time…”

“Of course!” Rarity stuck her nose into the air, leading the way further inside. “All my ideas are great! And utterly correct!”

This declaration caused the other mare to bark out a laugh. Raising a challenging brow, the orange pony kept her voice teasing. “Oh, sure, so that there date idea of goin’ river raftin’ was one of yer greatest? How long did we get lost for after SOMEpony lost the map?”

“It is not my fault that someone doesn’t know how to read maps correctly or the local environments.” Rarity huffed, cheeks puffing out with a dab of red covering them.

“Suuuure… And goin’ to the county fair dressed up to the nines is perfectly normal too, right?” The blonde smirked, eyes shining in memory. “Did ya ever get that mud out…?”

“Excuse me?” The unicorn stressed the words, head snapping to view the other with disbelief. “It was not my idea to go to the fair. And the dress I wore was perfectly acceptable for the occasion. It was YOU who couldn’t… what was it called? ‘Hog tie a hog’?” The pale-gray mare teased back, her own smirk growing. “Which lead directly to SOMEpony splashing the ‘mud’ all over my new dress as I was performing my sacred duties as a special somepony to cheer for their marefriend.”

The apple seller laughed as the memory came into greater focus. “That’s right! Ah plum forgot that part! Yer face was great! Mud drippin’ down, pretty blue eyes all wide and shocked!”

Rarity snorted. “And YOURS was just as delightful. Mouth open, that lovely frantic glint to beautiful emerald eyes… Before turning completely into mirth as you laughed right in my face!”

“Yeah, and ya went and got me back right away didn’t ya? Took a nice big hoofful of mud and painted my own face with it.” Applejack threw her head back as more laughter broke free, her smile almost hurting her face as it pushed the limits of how wide it could go.

“Oh? Oh yes?!” The unicorn inflated, aggravation and joy warring across her face. “That’s not the only idea that has completely fallen flat as we try to find common interests! How about that time you thought it would be ‘fun!’ to explore caves with nothing but a single rope to help us back up into the world!”

“Or how ‘bout that time ya thought we could check out the new late night pub in town and then got right mad when another mare was talkin’ to me?”

“I didn’t realize it was a specialized establishment and she was from out of town! She didn’t realize you belong to ME.” Rarity stomped her hoof, heat shooting out of her nose at the reminder. “What about your idea to visit the poetry club? You even fell asleep after the second performer!”

The country mare was quick to retort, her laughter echoing in each word while there was a permanent undercurrent of joy lacing the unicorn’s. Lost in memories and teasing one another, the couple didn’t watch where they traveled, letting their hooves and moods drive them forward without a care. Their argument could be heard corridors away as neither thought about their current high classed environment. When they passed the royal audience chamber, their ‘fighting’ caused an extra curl of a regal smile as the solar Princess identified who the speakers were.

The fighting would have continued for several more hours had the farmer’s stomach not decided to remind its owner that their last meal had been just after noon, and without a proper breakfast that morning. The duo went quiet at once, rapidly pinpointing the source of the growling. The silence that followed seemed to ring in everypony’s ears. A few guards, concerned at the sudden lack of voices, checked on the two. They found both standing stock still in the middle of the hall, faces burnt red and ears flat.

A younger guard, wings twitching at the motionless sight, trotted up, trying to announce his presence with his hoofsteps and a polite cough. “Are you two alright?”

Applejack ducked her head, pulling the stetson down, while Rarity smiled stiffly to the stallion.

“Oh, uhm, we’re fine, thank you.” She coughed as well, trying to sound more even toned. The effect was broken when another rumble came from the farm mare on her left. “Er, perhaps, could you tell us where the closest kitchen or place to get some sort of meal is…?”

The guard relaxed, pleased smile on his face at being able to solve an issue. “Oh yes, of course. The kitchens, which are open at all times for guests in the castle, is back this way.” He turned in place, pointing past where his partner remained on guard. “Go down three halls and take a right. The entrance is right there. Someone should be able to help you get some sort of food ready.”

The farmer lifted her hat, face and emotions back in control, as she smiled to the guard. “Thank ya kindly. We don’t wanna bother anypony though; we’ll see what we got goin’ on.” She held out a hoof to her marefriend, leading the way in the direction they were told.

The duo couldn’t meet one another’s eyes as they fought breaking out into hysterics at their own behavior. After chewing silently, the unicorn couldn’t hold back from commenting.

“I hadn’t expected us to become so lost in, ehm, ‘one uppping’, each other for bad ideas.” She nudged the apple farmer. “Another example of the Apple heated responses?”

The orange mare rolled her head, smile finally breaking free. “As if ya didn’t give just as much as Ah gave.” The couple shared another smile and quick kiss as they continued on their way.

Once they arrived, they found that most of the staff was doing minor maintenance for the kitchen. Spotting the orange and pale-gray mares standing in the doorway, the head chef stopped his surveillance and trotted over.

“Greetings! How can we help you today?” The stallion smiled brightly, gaze switching between the two.

“Well, we don’t want tah mess with anythin’, we were just hopin’ to get some grub.” Applejack playfully nudged the unicorn who choked up at her wording. “If yer doin’ other things, we could just use a bit of yer kitchen to cook somethin’ up.”

Rarity stared confused at the earth pony, unsure if such things were allowed. Before she could comment, the chef mused half to himself and half to the mares.

“Not usually allowed, but I don’t see why we can’t allow you to use the kitchen.” The stallion escorted the two to an out of the way corner. The rest of the staff watched from the edge of their eyes as the couple checked the layout.

“Thank you sir, we appreciate it.” Rarity smiled at the chef before turning to beam at her special somepony. “And what shall we be making then darlin’?”

The farm mare paused, closing one eye and scrunching her mouth in thought. “We huh? Guess we could make some good old fashion Apple meal; Ah could teach ya some new tricks to cookin’...” She nuzzled the pale-gray cheek, smiling when the fashion mare cooed happily.

“Thank you!” Rarity made sure to give a long, loving kiss to her mare before starting up her magic, prepared for anything.

“Right! Let’s get down tah business!” With fervor in her gaze, spurred on by her marefriend and hunger, Applejack began to half-shout commands to the unicorn as they got to work.

Together, they set out to create the most home cooked Apple meal they could, finding the absolute best ingredients in the choices available to them. The green gaze had an eye for detail that the fashion designer was especially proud of, as each plate and course was an artwork onto itself, a prime showing of traditional close-knit family meals. Before long, the rest of the cooks had gathered to watch, taking mental notes and awing at some of the more dramatic pan flips and balancing acts the earth pony and unicorn took together.

Once it was done, servers stepped up and bowed. The lead waiter stepped a little more forward, head still tilted towards the ground.

“If madams would like, we can take these to a private table, the main dining hall or even your quarters on your behalf.”

Rarity leaned back into the orange side, left hoof going to hide her shocked expression at the watchers. Applejack stood firm however, face proud while keeping her body curved so her special somepony could lean into her while still facing the staffpony head on. She tipped her hat, head staying upright.

“Thank ya for the offer. Ah ain’t too sure where we were gonna eat all this…” She peeked back to the wide blue gaze questioningly.

The unicorn stood up straighter, clearing her throat as her mind scrambled. “Oh yes, uhm, perhaps somewhere private? But nothing large, it would just be us two.”

Applejack looked back to the staff, nodding once with a grateful smile. They watched the dishes being loaded up while the lead waiter directed them to a balcony. The chef who had allowed them to stay stepped up next, eyes bright.

“If it’s ok, we would like to get some of those recipes for later use?” He pointed to his fellow cooks who held up notepads. “We managed to catch some of them, but direct note taking works best.”

The farmer chuckled, growing bashful at the praise the different chefs heaped on her. The unicorn smiled at the attention and turned about, eyes trying to search for the piles of dirty dishes they had created. Instead, she found very little to clean as the other staff members already sorted out most of it and the duo had cleaned as they went, wanting to use as little of the equipment as they could. By the time she realized this fact, the rest of the dishes were finished and put away. She twirled back, mouth opening to question the apple farmer, only to find herself silenced by a loving kiss.

The earth pony beamed at the pale-gray mare, taking hold of the unicorn’s hoof. “Come on, sugar, they’ve got all our grub set out an’ ready for us.” She nodded towards the now sparkling clean counter space. “Ah was gonna offer to clean up, but they already beat us to it. Ready to go?” Bright emerald orbs shone happily, melting away the remaining confusion the other mare felt at the rapid turn of events.

“Yes, of course darlin’. Always ready when I’m with you…” Rarity tucked her head back into her now favorite crevice of jaw and neck lines, trotting along at an even pace as they went to their seats.

The view beyond the railing was just as beautiful as the one they had found under the main waterfall garden. Low laying hedges drew and attracted the eye, drawing it along swirling lines and over sets of flowers and art. The meal they crafted only moments ago was set up on the table in the middle of the balcony, with the few extra dishes placed on trolley carts nearby.

The warm sunlight set them at ease as they enjoyed the meal they had created together. Time disappeared quickly, though they merely turned to enjoy the setting sunlight and gardens as it fell slowly into slumber. It was as a cool breeze caused the unicorn to shiver that the couple thought to return inside. They only needed a small refresher about where their rooms were before setting out, as always glued to one another’s side.

The first guest room they arrived at was the earth pony’s. The duo stood in front of the door, hardly paying attention to the guard who kept an eye out for trouble, as they stared silently at the fixture. Applejack shifted in place, feeling the pressure build up, only to notice the pale-gray side moved in tandem, fur brushing against hers. She looked to the thoughtful tailor, single brow raised.

“Rares…? Sugar…?” Both eyebrows twitched when the soft call received no response. Trying again, she spoke louder, pushing back against the trim gray side. “Rarity, darlin’?”

The use of ‘darling’ was enough to jolt the unicorn into awareness once more. Straightening, she looked at the mare beside her, blinking sleepily. “Hm…? Sorry, hun, what was that?”

Bemused green eyes rolled at the tepid answer. “Ah was tryin’ to ask if there was somethin’ wrong.” The farmer moved closer, whispering into a pale-gray ear. “It’s just a door, ain’t gonna hurt nopony.”

Rarity humphed playfully, letting her mane swish out and smack the apple seller as she moved. “Of course not! I was merely contemplating how cold my room was the previous night compared to our lovely picnic this afternoon.” Spotting the nearby guard shifting, more of his attention to the mare’s complaint, she glared with her right eye, sending him back into attention. Unfortunately, the subtlety was lost on the honest earth pony.

“Huh? Ah’m sure we could get somepony tah help with that. Wouldn’t want ya losin’ sleep over a bit of cold.” Applejack nosed along the light-gray jaw, only to notice the tense muscles. Pulling back, she looked into a steady deadpan. “Wha…?”

The unicorn turned her deadpan into a scrutinizing look, moving to nose under the orange jaw and nipping lightly at the joint. The orange mare eeped, giving a start, but managed to remain mostly in place.

“Darlin’, I’m sure something that had taken place this afternoon could help keep me warm.” Rarity waited a few more seconds, trailing along the jawline up to the twitching orange ear. “I’m sure I could find somepony to help me.”

Bewildered and slightly scared green eyes scanned the hallway, connecting with the apologetic guard who twitched an ear to the earth pony’s room. Blinking rapidly, she moved her gaze back to powerful sapphires, gulping rather loudly in the silence.

“Did ya want to cuddle inside…?” Applejack asked timidly. She was rewarded with a brilliant smile.

“Why thank you darlin’! I would love to stay for a little while longer!” Rarity trotted forward, letting herself in and glancing about the room.

The farmer’s main attention was on the fashion tailor, though this time she actually did look around her room, noting the high quality of the furniture placed specially around the space. It was when the trim fashionista rested on the fourposter bed that Applejack couldn’t hold back any more. Making sure the door was firmly shut, she quickly made her way to the bed as well, stopping just on the edge.

“Rarity, what in the hay was that about? An’ all those-those b-bites!”

The unicorn turned in place, one hoof supporting her head while the other rested between the two ponies. “Well, I… I simply realized that I had the best sleep while in your hooves, and wanted to… experience it again.” She looked away, worried frown slowly forming on her muzzle. “I’m sorry if it seemed a touch over dramatic; I wanted to be sure you understood without me flatly stating it.”

There was no response from the edge of the bed. Instead, the mattress sunk under extra weight that shifted closer to the unicorn. A hoof lifted up the waiting gray, setting in on orange shoulders while the strong limbs encircled the trim barrel.

“Ya’d sure make things easier if’in ya just asked to cuddle some more.” Applejack whispered, her head set right beside her marefriend’s. “Come here ya goofy mare…”

Rarity giggled at the playfully angry tone and complied, moving into the familiar place inside warm hooves. She used a touch of magic to move the blanket from under them and set it over top, covering their forms while giving herself space to breathe. Applejack laughed at the action, sinking her nose into the apple and lavender scented mane under her. The extra warmth sent them to sleep quickly, wide grins plastered on their faces. The guards took note that the two stayed in one room instead of separate rooms this time, and informed the two royals of the change.

Applejack found herself slower to wake up, an unusual weight in her hooves and against her chest. The scent of apple and lavender reassured the earth pony. Smiling widely, she snuggled the warm presence closer to herself.

“Hmm… darlin’, I don’t know if we could stay in bed much longer…”

The blonde pony wasn’t shocked to hear the pleased whisper. Her grin growing further, she continued to hold the other mare close, nose burying into the purple mane. The unicorn giggled at the touch, struggling to move her limbs to tickle the other but failing as they instead tightened their own hold.

“Suuure sugarcube, yer really convincin’ me there…” Applejack chuckled, keeping her gaze shut tight.

Rarity grinned against the orange belly, letting her teeth brush the strands there. The motion caused both mares to shiver, one at the touch and the other at the results she had caused.

“Need I remind you of my own determination…?”

Applejack stood up suddenly, hooves going to either side of the pale-gray mare as a heavy blush came to her own face. “Eeeeenope!”

The fashion mare laughed at the drastic move and stayed in bed, watching her marefriend hop down to fetch her hat. She methodically got up, making sure she held the green gaze with the motion. She flicked a hoof through her mane, trying to resettle the style.

The farmer waited until the mare was done before starting to head outside. The guards didn’t seem to care about both stepping out, appearing unfocused while at attention. The orange mare was grateful for this disinterest, as she felt her cheeks still heated from the realization they had spent the night together, even in the most innocent manner.

The duo trotted along the corridors, trying to find any sign of the others and whether they were also awake. When they arrived at the dining room the group had used before, they found it was still empty. A guard stationed at the door noticed the hesitation and spoke up.

“The rest of your party has not yet arrived, though breakfast has been made if you wish to eat at this time.” His gaze stayed firmly forward as he recounted the news.

The couple shared a look, assessing the situation. It was the tiny grumble of the farm pony’s stomach that decided it in the end. They turned back to the guard and nodded once, stepping inside with a grin. Once they were past the threshold, one of the cooks from the other day stepped up with a bow of his head.

“How could we help you today?”

“Y’all don’t have to get too fancy, just a good ol’ breakfast works for me. Some eggs, toast with apple jelly, hay strips and good ol’ orange juice would be real nice.” Applejack mused as she held out a chair for the unicorn who shook her head bemused.

“Honestly darlin’...” Rarity turned to smile at the staff member. “I would appreciate some toast as well, a single egg sunny side and a cup of the same to drink, if you would be so kind.”

“Of course.” The stallion dipped his head once more and trotted away.

After the apple farmer took her own seat, the pale-gray mare leaned on the table between them, grin smug. “Somepony seemed rather hasty to leave the room this morning…”

The target of the smug look shrugged, gaze shifted to her left. “Ah dunno, seemed kind of… wrong… to spend the night in the same room… and bed…” The furniture was whispered, eyes scrambling to be sure the other attendees weren’t in hearing range. “Especially when yer datin’ the pony ya shared it with.”

The fashionable unicorn sighed, relaxing her smug stance into one of understanding and adoration. “Oh sugar, it’s perfectly fine to be with somepony for the night, intimately or not. So long as the relationship is comfortable with it. I rather enjoyed it, did you…?” She peered out from under her bangs, voice just as soft.

Applejack sighed, slumping forward. “Yes… yes Ah did.” She shrugged once more. “Guess Ah’m fine with it, jus’... ain’t never done it before.”

“Oooh, darlin’, I know.” Rarity reached out and put a comforting hoof on one of the orange ones that rested against the table. “And we can move as fast or slow as you want, when you want.”

“Uuuggh, the lovebirds are at it again!”

The husky voice cut into the bubble surrounding the couple. As they looked up and around to find the source, they heard another, softer one scold the first speaker.

“Yeah Fluttershy, I know, I know…” Rainbow Dash came up beside the apple farm pony and pushed her hat down on her face, scuffing it playfully. “I’m just messing with them! Ain’t that right Applejack?”

The farmer straightened with a large grin. “Sure ya are! As if you wouldn’t know about being soft or carin’ towards somepony else.”

“Wha-?” Dash leaned back in her chair, eyes wide and frantic. A red hue slowly spread across the blue muzzle as the cerise orbs determinedly looked anywhere but at the canary-yellow mare sitting beside the fashionista.

“Oooh, but it was so precious!” Rarity leaned forward once more, teasing smile showing she caught the train of thought from her marefriend. “The way you two were yesterday! Sitting so closely, watching the animals around you!” The last part was half-directed to the pegasus next to her, in a much less playful manner.

Fluttershy eeped, moving into her well known position of hiding behind her mane. Rainbow grew more hysterical, hooves crossed.

“I wasn’t-it wasn’t- Look! I was tired ok?! I had been practicing some really-really radical tricks and stunts, a-and I had to lay down! R-right Fluttershy?” The prismatic mare finally looked to the other pegasus, pleading. The bush of pink mane moved in affirmation, shrinking back when Dash exclaimed happily. “There! See! Totally normal! I mean, I guess it’s fine either way but you’re wrong so yeah.”

The couple laughed at the blushing cobalt pony who slumped lower into her seat with a grumble. When the door opened, displaying the large quantity of food (more being made once the cooks were alerted to the extra guests present), most of the conversation shifted into friendlier topics, ones that didn’t send either set of ponies into blushing embarrassment.

Applejack noticed the remaining ruffled feathers on the brash mare next to her and smirked, leaning over. “Oh come on, after all that teasin’ ya were doin’ of me an’ Rarity, or how ya tried to ‘help us together’, you’d think you’d be up for a bit of fun yerself.”

“Well, that’s not what is happening and I don’t need help with anything anyways, so there.” Dash crossed her hooves once more, chin tucked into her chest in a half pout.

“Sure don’t sound like it. Ah know why we were late gettin’ up,” the earth pony pointed sharply at the amusement she saw build in cerise eyes, “it ain’t like that! Cuddling can take up a lot of time if ya don’t pay attention. Did ya find somethin’ similar…?”

“NO! Ugggh! Lay off it!” The cobalt pegasus shot up from her seat, startling the rest of the ponies at the table. She stomped over to the unicorn and pointed to the orange mare. “Go tell your marefriend to knock it off!”

“What-?” Rarity could barely question the pegasus’ actions before she was pushed gently from the chair by insistent blue hooves.

“And I’m not sitting next to her anymore either! You go there! And tell her to stop being annoying!” Rainbow didn’t look at the laughing farmer, focused instead on the place beside the animal caretaker. Once she had successfully moved the fashion designer, she plopped into the seat, hooves once more crossed firmly in front of her.

“Rainbow…! That wasn’t very nice…” Fluttershy tried to scold the bolder mare from behind pink bangs which dampened some of the already weak edge of her words.

“No no, it’s ok darling.” Rarity daintily took the now empty place beside the farmer. “I can understand that it takes a special temperate to be with this prickly pony.”

Applejack scoffed even as she received a loving peck on the side of her cheek from the fashion pony. Before anyone could comment further, the doors opened once more, letting in Twilight and Pinkie Pie who trotted very close together. The group all gave the couple varying ranges of greeting, while the farmer and speedster focused on the chef who came into the room from the opposite side, knowing there are more to serve.

“Howdy! Good timin’ on yer part, our friends just got here!”

The staff member nodded, smiling. “Yes, there is a special spell that alerts us to more guests entering the room that may need assistance.”

“Probably. They are just as cuddly as these two.” Dash jerked her hoof to the couple she sat across. Sitting back with a smirk, she moved her hooves to rest behind her head. “They’ll probably want just as much as we got, nice balanced meal kind of thing.”

“Yer just as cuddly Dashie Washie.” Applejack muttered, grin amused, especially as the pegasus sputtered annoyed.

“Darn it AJ, knock it off!” Rainbow growled. As they stared each other down, they noticed how quiet the rest of the room had gotten.

The apple seller tipped her ears back at the sharp blue gaze staring back at her. “Er, what’s wrong Rare? Somepony mess up yer plate?” Applejack tried to search the gaze and noticed the subtle flick towards the recently arrived couple.

The orange pony scrunched her own sights, trying to find what she was supposed to understand or comment on. She gave up, leaning into the pale-gray shoulder. “Shucks, Ah guess it’s some kind of shampoo or somethin’. Did ya want to get some too?”

Rarity sighed, hoof scrubbing her face. “No darlin’, I don’t believe it’s a shampoo. There can’t be such a special kind of shampoo that can rejuvenate a pony so thoroughly.” She leaned further into the orange mare, sighing once more.

Applejack exhaled, eyes looking to the ceiling. “Look, Ah’ll figure out what it was an’ let ya know, alright?”

“Promise…?” The unicorn pouted lightly, left eye closed as she peeked to the other.

“Yes, yes, Ah promise.” The farm mare slung a hoof around her mare’s shoulders.

They laughed, watching Twilight and Pinkie Pie react together as they enjoyed a late brunch. Princess Celestia managed to stop by, giving her greetings and birthday wishes. Applejack half-paid attention to the conversation, realizing once again that it was Twilight and Pinkie’s anniversary.

Shoot… Ah bet Rarity’s already waiting for somethin’ for our second month's anniversary... Taking a moment to tease her marefriend, the orange mare went back to her thoughts. Ah better plan somethin’ real special for her… What to do, what to do…

Staring at the fashion designer, the earth pony twitched her nose thoughtfully. The action caused the target to notice and land a solid smooch to the orange muzzle. Applejack woke back up to her surroundings and found they were on the train, sitting on one of the couches while the others sat in their own pairs.

“You seemed rather distracted darlin’...” Rarity stared deep into the green orbs. “Is everything ok?”

“Sure, sure…” Applejack waved a hoof, smiling. She leaned back, peeking from over her nose. “So Ah bet yer already have all them important anniversary ideas in yer mind, how you want them to go jus’ right.”

The unicorn pulled back, both hooves pressed under her chin. Her eyes lit up, shining brightly as the memories surged. “Oooh! I’ve always wanted just the sweetest little dinner, with candle lighting, and soft tunes going on in the background.” She tilted her head, growing thoughtful. “As a filly, I was always partial to the Platinum Ponies. Now I would say the sounds of Trot Legend ‘are where things are at’.” She curled her hooves in quotation marks, smiling to the other. "Though as you recall, our first month's anniversary featured a few things we both enjoyed."

“Uh-huh… Knew it…” The earth pony smirked as she leaned back even more, letting her hat drape over her eyes. "An' yeah, we did. It was a nice evenin'."

Rarity huffed playfully, crossing her hooves in front of her. “Yes, yes, the silly little mare has her silly little dreams. And I haven’t even mentioned the ones for other important dates I had always envisioned!”

A soft kiss calmed the pretend anger, especially as it moved from the top temple to the jawline.

“Yeah, and if ya didn’t dream, ya wouldn’t get very far in yer fashion world. Ya need those dreams. Ah’ve always loved how ya can dream…” The blonde pony wrapped her hooves around the other pony. “And we’ll be seein’ about how to get them dreams comin’ true.”

The unicorn raised a brow, curious to the wording, but merely snuggled closer, enjoying the safety she felt there.

“Whatever you say darlin’... Whatever you say…”

Chapter 25 - To the Start of Something New

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July 2nd, 1005 A.D.

The Apple Family was gathered in the farmhouse, drinking freshing apple juice. The eldest farm pony was the one hoofing out the drinks, checking on each of her grandchildren as she did so. She stopped when she reached the middle child whose brow was still damp with sweat.

“Wha’ in th’ hay? Ain’t nothin’ too tirin’ to be workin’ on, especially fer the summer time!” Granny Smith squinted to the orange mare with suspicion. “What in tarnation are ya doin’ ya silly filly?”

Applejack rolled her eyes as she sipped her juice. “Granny, Ah’m just doin’ the next couple of days’ work so y’all don’t need me while Ah’m out with Rarity... Unless ya need me for somethin’.” She added at the end with a concerned glint in her eyes.

The pastel green mare leaned back with a hoof on her chin. “Hmmm… Two months already? When ya gonna pop the question?” She teased.

Big Mac chuckled quietly at the flabbergasted expression his sister wore. He stayed silent as he drank his own beverage. He froze when sharp piercing orange eyes turned his way.

“An’ don’t think Ah ain’t noticin’ ya bein’ more than willin’ tah talk with that fancy teacher of little Bloom.” The grandma smirked at the stallion’s embarrassment.

An orange hoof stomped lightly as the blonde threw her head back with a groan. “Granny, please- don’t.” She shook her head, ears flat. “An’ yes, it’s our two month anniversary. Last month we went for a real fancy restaurant and went to a fun little sports store.” Applajack rubbed the back of her head bashfully. “Ah wanted to set up somethin’ private for the evenin’. An’ need the afternoon off to set it up.”

Granny Smith scuffed her granddaughter’s mane with a large smile. “Yes, Ah know. But y’all are moving on with yer lives, an’ Ah’m jus’ playin’ with ya while Ah can.”

“Wha-?! Granny! Yer always gonna be in our lives.” Applejack insisted while the large red earth pony frowned heavily.

“Yer both sweeties. Ah ain’t plannin’ on leavin’ ya just yet. Though yer gonna need more room if yer gonna be makin’ large families.”

The two grandchildren groaned together as the oldest mare laughed to herself as she trotted back to the kitchen. The stallion, his cheeks stained darker red, nudged his sister with a peek. He stared at the younger pony, speaking with minute facial changes and through his eyes. The blonde sighed and pushed her brother’s shoulder playfully.

“Don’t ya worry none. Ah’m sure one of us would always be around to take care of Granny.” The orange mare smiled softly at the her brother’s relief at the assurances.

Soon, the duo went back to work for the day. The mare continued planning as she worked. Starting with a special letter to make sure her marefriend wouldn’t plan or do anything for the time she wanted to use for the evening. Their work, always much lighter in the summer months, was finished quickly. Applejack didn’t waste any time getting back to her bedroom and writing her letter.

Alright, gotta make it vague but understandable… “Dear Rarity, Ah would appreciate if you made sure the evenin’ of the fifth was free from five until nine. There would be no need for wearing many layers or weather gear. Yours forever, Applejack”... Yeah, that should work. Fancy an’ right to the point. The farm mare folded up the note and prepared it to be mailed. Since she still had work to do before the day of, it would have to be sent through the postal system.

Setting it aside, Applejack began to finish writing her list of needed supplies. She barely noticed when Apple Bloom came home late that evening or when Big Mac stuck his head in to check on her. It was only the family traditional phrase for supper that roused her from the preparations.

Ah know yer gonna love it Rares… Real sincere touch to it. She grinned confidently as she left the paper on her drawer top, heading down for a meal with the rest of her family. Ah hope ya do at least…

The local tailor woke up the next morning with a light yawn. While it had been several days since she and her paramour had spent more than a brief ten minutes together, she held high hopes for the fifth of the month. She didn’t wait much longer and set about her usual morning routine. Eat a nice breakfast, sigh while staring to the west and the orchard fields lying there, drink two cups of tea (one cup of coffee if it’s going to be a busy day) and head outside to gather the morning paper and any mail that had arrived early.

As she levitated the paper products back inside, she noticed one that was sent from the farm her thoughts had previously wandered to that morning. Eyes lighting up, she set the cup of hot liquid down along with the paper so she could focus on the letter. Knowing that Applejack didn’t care about delicately opening her postage, Rarity ripped the top of the envelope off in one swift spell.

Her sights scanned the short letter rapidly as her heart rate picked up. She bit her lip, eyes floating towards the ceiling, while her mind supplied multitudes of potential situations that would take place. Oooh, I knew she would do this when I said she could plan the next anniversary! Sure, maybe my attempt was more of an average anniversary, a nice date at a local restaurant and a store she actually enjoyed, but I knew she wouldn’t want things to go too far. The unicorn began to pace, happy smirk in place while her gaze gleamed like stars. But she knows all the best ways to show her adoration of me! And I can merely bring forth ‘average’ ideas! A pony supposedly the ‘most knowledgeable’ of the two of us about dating, and I can’t seem to find the perfect way to show my-my love for her in return…

The fashion designer froze as the last few words rang in her mind. With her left hoof paused mid step, her tail swept side to side quickly as heat flushed her cheeks. That’s-that’s it! That’s how I can show her how much she means to me… Yes. This is what I must do! Firm in her resolution, she stomped her hoof down, stance solid for several sections before flying into motion once more. “I simply must be ready to show her how much I care!”

The unicorn raced to her work calender, making adjustments to have as little things to do before the allotted time. With a maniacal gleam to her eyes, she slammed down the little booklet and levitated over unfinished dresses.

“Time to get serious!”

Rarity demonstrated her multitasking skills by submitting a request for an appointment at the spa for the day of while completing the current orders. Her workload had been heavy since the garden party in Canterlot. Requests were pouring in. She had only just caught up with most of it, already having expected something to happen for their second month anniversary. But realizing that she wanted to add the extra mile, hopefully adding another layer to their relationship, the unicorn wanted to be ready.

I must be ready!

The day was slightly overcast, helping to cool the summer temperature. Since the earth mare worked solely outside, she didn’t notice the extra warmth, her core already churning with tension and heat. Her mane was freshly combed and draped over her left shoulder, free from it’s band and half-covering the large basket on her back. It was bigger than usual as it had to hold extra supplies instead of just enough for a picnic.

Applejack bit her lip as she came closer to the boutique. She scanned the outside for any movement, and tiphoofed over to the wall by the door hinges. Carefully, she set her supplies down, making sure it didn’t make any sound to alert her presence yet. Then she went back to the front of the door and took a calming breath.

“Here goes…” The blonde readjusted her hat anxiously. Reaching out, she knocked, quieter than normal. Soon, every sense of worry was replaced with wonder as she took in the beauty who opened the door.

Rarity leaned against the purple frame, one hoof on the now open door. Her mane had only one curl that hung down the right side of her face. The strands were bright from a fresh wash along with her coat which seemed more pristine than ever. Her eyelashes were more natural though the dark blue eyeliner highlighted the sapphire orbs. She stared back smokily, blinking slowly, as she smiled.

“Hello darlin’. What good timing.” Rarity’s grin widened as she noticed the reception to her spa appointment. “What will we be doing this evening?”

Applejack cleared her throat with a half-laugh. She reached behind the door, not showing the container, and pulled out a long bandana. She offered it to the mare in the doorway. “Well, Ah was hopin’ to keep it a surprise. If ya’d put this on, Ah’ll set it all up.”

A single brow raised at the strip of cloth. “If you insist my dear. Would you care to do the honors?” The pale-gray mare taunted. Her smirk grew more confident when she saw the deeper blush on her marefriend.

“A-Alright… H-hold still.” Moving steadily, the apple farmer stepped forward with the bandana in one hoof. She leaned back to balance on her hind hooves, freeing the others to cover the blue orbs. She allowed her hooves to linger along the sides of the gray muzzle, taking care not to accidently hurt the unicorn.

Pulling back, Applejack noticed that the tailor still wore her proud grin. The farmer couldn’t help but kiss the smirk. The touch sent a pleased shiver along the other mare. The blonde felt her mouth dry up, causing another light cough.

“A-alright, well, let me take ya inside and sit-sit ya on the couch. Then Ah’ll… Ah’ll get that surprise ready for ya.”

Rarity allowed herself to be guided back through the room to her fainting couch. Without the use of her sights, every touch and sound was heightened, causing more tremors to cross her barrel at the feeling of strong hooves on her side. Left in place, she felt the slight breeze created by her love walking around. Aside from tiny chinks and the smooth sound of cloth moving, the room was silent. Light-gray ears strained to hear anything in the rooms but couldn’t identify what was happening.

When she felt a large mass of warmth in front of her, the fashionista felt her heart race though she tried not show outward signs. “D-Darlin’...?” There wasn’t any verbal response. Instead, she felt two hooves adjust her face to point where her mind’s inner map said the kitchen was. Her back stiffened when she felt a muzzle reach through her mane to pull off the blindfold.

Blinking at the sudden light, it took a moment for the unicorn’s eyes to adjust to see what had been set up. The orange hooves shifted to rest against the slimmer shoulders and the freckled muzzle inched into view, hovering next to the tense gray ear.

“What… What do ya think?”

The kitchen had been transformed for the evening. The table had been moved from sitting against the wall to be in the center, covered by a silken purple table cloth that reached all the way to the ground. The two chairs had cushions on them with tassels that drooped artistically down. In the center of the table was a single candle that was burning brightly. The tableware were the higher quality pieces, along with tall thin glasses sitting near the plates. Along the counters were more candles in various sized holders and rates of being melted. Situated between some of the candles were covered dishes that steamed their glass tops. Resting in a bucket full of ice was a bottle of apple cider, waiting to be opened for the evening. In the far corner was the unicorn’s record player, set up with music already, waiting to be started.

The sight took away the light-gray mare’s breath. “It’s… beautiful.” Rarity turned in place on the couch, swiftly showing her gratitude with a passionate kiss.

“Glad ya like it. Even if you haven’t tasted it yet.” Applejack teased. She went to the music player and started a soft tune by the artist ‘Trot Legend’. Done with that task, she went back and offered a hoof to her mare, walking her to her seat. Once the unicorn was in place, she sat across the way, going for the cider and pouring each of them a glass. Carefully, she raised hers with a shy smile. “To us. Findin’ a place in between bein’ a country mare and a city mare to be together.”

“To us…!” The fashion pony echoed just as softly. They took a sip, enjoying the bubbly feeling that came with the fermented drink. “I can tell it’s an older vintage. So you do hold back some of your stock from cider season.” Rarity half-smirked over the rim of her glass, taking another drink.

The blonde scuffed the back of her head while keeping a hold of her own glass. “Well, we use most of our stock for cider season, but there’s still apples on the trees after an’ we’ve got lots more to make. Easier to pick ‘em without rushin’ and set aside smaller bottles of the stuff.”

“Well, it was certainly done well. A fine vintage.” The unicorn glanced to the plates on the side from the corner of her eye. “And what shall we be dining on today?”

“Only the best for my marefriend.” Applejack made a move to stand up but was waved back into place by the fashion designer.

“Allow me. Merely direct my magic to the right… spot.” Rarity set her elbow on the table and rested her head on her fetlock, staring deeply into emerald orbs that widened at the tone she used.

“Uh, sure… That big red pot with the ladle stickin’ out of it.” An orange hoof pointed to the required object while the mare herself never broke eye contact, compelled to remain in place and uncertain what would happen should she look away.

The fashionista merely smiled silently, using her mind’s eye and magic to gather the food they needed. Without looking at the soup placed into her bowl, the unicorn allowed her smile to grow sultry as she delicately tasted the broth. “Wonderful.” Practically whispering the word, she continued to look into the shy depths of the orbs across the table, noting each bubble of emotion and thought that appeared there.

“G-good.” Applejack tried to wet her sandpaper mouth and opted to take a bite of the stew herself. Feeling a hoof lightly skim over her back left leg caused her to jump in place, spilling most of the spoonful back into her bowl. “Uuuh, so how was work?!”

“Hmm…?” The unicorn slowly drew out of her love haze to focus on the new topic.

“Yer work. Since that garden party. Ah know ya had all them orders, did they go ok?” The earth pony shivered as the other’s hoof traveled up her leg before going back to it’s own side.

“Yes indeed. I have just managed to finish the last of the ‘new’ batch this morning and shipped them out to their new owners.” Rarity swirled her drink, pleased with the results of her actions. “Though none could look as spectacular as you, with or without dresses…”

The farmer blushed, eyes finally turning away from the burning care in bright sapphires. “Gosh Rare, what’s… what’s gotten into ya today? Ah know it ain’t the greatest, and we didn’t go out like for our last anniversary, but ya seem, uh…” Applejack hunched over, her ears burning. “... Seem frisky…”

“Frisky darlin’? Whatever do you mean?” Rarity leaned forward, still holding her head up with a single hoof. “I’m merely trying showing my appreciation as the previous anniversary didn’t show nearly as much thought and care as you put into this one. Perhaps I’m trying to show how much I do indeed care.”

“Shucks, ya don’t have to do that. Ah know ya care. Just like ya know Ah care about you.”

“Awwww, that’s so sweet!” The tailor cooed as she stretched closer to the orange muzzle which closed the distance. They nose nuzzled for a moment, eyes closed in satisfaction of the touch and emotion behind it.

“RARITY! ARE YOU HERE?! Can we borrow some fabric?!” A high pitched voice trailed off as it came closer.

The two older mares glanced to the back doorway, where they found a much younger unicorn standing confused. Sweetie Belle’s mouth was wide open in shock while she stared at the others on their date.

“Wh-wha-wha-what’s going on!? Were you guys kissing?!” Sweetie Belle leaned back, bewildered. Her mouth open and shut soundlessly as her brows furrowed.

“Sweetie Belle! I can explain-!” Rarity half-stood up from her seat, gaze frantic.

Applejack jerked back confused. She watched silently, a bad feeling growing in her stomach.

“Why didn’t you tell me?! Do mom and dad know!?” The young filly shrunk back as her mind whirled. “I thought you liked stallions only…”

The older of the two siblings trotted closer, magically sealing the door behind the retreating unicorn, and keeping an even voice. “Sweetie… Let’s talk about this, ok? I can explain what’s going on.”

“Rarity… Do ya want me to go?” Applejack’s face was a careful neutral as she too stood up from the table.

The fashionista glanced over at the blasé tone. Noticing how her marefriend appeared, she winced. She took a breath and exhaled it in one short go. “No. Please stay, so you too know what is going on. I did not intend to hide anything from anyone.” As she stated this, she looked firmly between the other ponies, conveying her sincerity.

“When I first told mother and father about how I was dating Applejack, they did not seem to mind at all.” Rarity hunched down to be on equal eye level with her sister. “And when we went to visit them, officially as a couple, they had said you were with the Crusaders. It was the next day that I received a letter from them, requesting that I do not say anything to you about how I am dating a mare, because they were afraid you weren’t ready to know about it.”

Both Applejack and Sweetie Belle wore shocked and offended expressions. They both opened their mouths, about to refute the statement, when they saw the firm glint in the older unicorn’s eyes.

“Yes, I know. It is not right to hide such information from my sister, and it is not right to try and keep you in the dark.” The first section of the sentence was directed to the farmer while the second half was said to the young filly. “But our parents also have a say in how they want to raise you, I couldn’t just argue against them. That and since I haven’t seen them since that letter, I could not present a counter argument.”

Sweetie Belle sunk down on the ground, heavy frown in place as her eyes unfocused. Applejack took the moment to stand next to her paramour and placed a hoof on the gray shoulder. Taking strength from the touch, the tailor inhaled carefully.

“BUT! Since you have found out, it is not any of our ‘faults’ and you want to know more.” Rarity shared a conspiratorial grin with her sister who began to perk up. “Yes, I am dating Applejack. Yes, I am dating a mare. To me, it is perfectly fine to date whomever or whatever you wish to. Some ponies may not think the same way.” She reached out, hooking her right hoof on the left one of her marefriend standing next to her. “And I will be more than happy to support you with whomever you find love. The sooner you know about this sort of thing, the more prepared you will be for when the time comes for your own love to enter your life… Do… Do you have any questions?”

The older mares watched the younger as she contemplated. Eventually, after what felt like eternity, the filly shook her head shyly. “N-no… I-I guess not. But if I do…?”

“Then you can come to either of us without fear.” Rarity beamed before checking on the blonde with caution.

“Of course ya can! Ah’d be more than happy to help ya. Even if Ah wasn’t datin’ this fuss-pot.”

The drama queen gasped theatrically. “Honestly! I can’t believe you would say such a thing on our anniversary! How could you!” She leaned back, hoof to her forehead, as she proclaimed her woes.

The others laughed at the act. Applejack reached out, holding up the unicorn and pulling her closer. “Heh heh, whatever can Ah do to make it up to ya my dear….?”

Sweetie Belle blushed at the warm atmosphere the two created even as she giggled at their actions. “I… I didn’t know it was your anniversary… Is it your first one or…?”

Rarity managed to turn slightly to face her sister instead of staring adoringly to the earth pony holding her up. “It is our second. We were having a more private affair instead of going out this particular time.”

“Eeeyup.” Applejack smiled warmly to the filly, though her hooves never slackened their hold on the trim mare.

“O-oh… I’ll uh, just go ahead and leave you guys then… Sorry for bugging you…” The smaller unicorn scuffed the ground with a tiny grin. She slowly backed up to the door.

“It’s fine Sweetie. At least this way you know what is going on and that we’ll always be here for you, should you need it.” Rarity smiled adoringly to her sister, releasing the magic that kept the door shut. She was about to turn that loving gaze to her marefriend when a knock on the door distracted all of them.

Being closest to the door, Sweetie Belle opened it slightly, keeping most of the sight of the two mares hidden, just in case. Standing on the other side was Scootaloo, appearing very distracted.

“Sco-Scootaloo…!? What’s-What’s up?” The young unicorn barely held back a blush as she questioned her fellow Crusader.

“Well, I’m about to go for more flight training.” Scootaloo didn’t notice the way the door was mostly shut and focused on the other filly. “And I was wondering if you still wanted to come and watch…”

“SURE! Uh- I mean, yes, of course.” Sweetie Belle nodded rapidly. Her ears tipped back to the silent couple behind her as she walked out of the doorway. “Bye Rarity, bye Applejack.”

As the girl shut the door after her, the two remaining mares could barely make out how the pegasus asked why the orange mare was over at the boutique. The door shutting prevented them from hearing any response however. Not that they minded.

“Warms my heart right up, hearin’ ya explain things to yer sister that way…” Applejack inched closer to the mare in her hooves, smirking when it finally caused the tailor to blush.

“Well, it was the truth. And I have nothing to be ashamed about.” The pale-gray mare reached up and brushed aside some of the free flowing golden locks. She rested her hoof against the freckled cheek. “Besides, I plan to show you with both words and actions just how much you mean to me. To make up for my rather stale and pre-conceived ideas of the ‘proper dates’.” She inched closer, voice dipping lower as their muzzles almost touched. “I shall instead follow my heart’s desires and let things go as they will…”

Before the earth pony could think of a response, they were kissing passionately. The touch, filled with love and care, caused both of their centers to boil over and spill out through their embrace. Rarity’s hooves hooked around the strong orange neck as she allowed her weight to pull them towards the ground.

Except that the farm mare’s strength showed no sign of letting her fall to the ground. Instead, Applejack merely squashed their bodies closer together, hunching closer to the ground as she lost more of her senses to the heated kiss they shared. Her eyes shot open when she felt the other’s tongue press lightly against her lips. Carefully, uncertain with the move, the earth mare opened up her mouth, allowing passage. The sensation was extremely foreign but delightful nonetheless.

It sent both mares into a realm of bliss they hadn’t expected that evening. The touch, and returning favor of exploration, caused the previously unshakable limbs to tremble weakly. Drawn by the motion and desire to feel the muscles there, the gray forehooves ghosted down to feel the orange flanks once more. Pools of heat was created just below their navels.

The heat in her loins and skimming caresses on her upper hind legs caused the apple seller to collapse to the ground. They weren’t too high into the air by that point, though the impact made both release the kiss for shocked intakes of air. Applejack shook her head, releasing the other and backing away as her whole body felt like it was on fire. Muscles twitching, aching for more of the heavenly touch, she bit her lip and broke contact with the light-gray hooves that had been holding her flanks.

“N-no, this ain’t right. We-we shouldn’t be-” The blonde tried to speak even as her muzzle tingled from the deep kisses they had been doing.

Rarity sighed with a tiny smile. Moving her limbs away from where they had been more than happy to rest, she reached up and brushed away some of the tears that started to build under emerald orbs. “Darlin’, I didn’t mean to upset you. If you do not feel ready or that we shouldn’t be doing this just yet, that is fine.” Her smile drooped to one of sadness. “I had only wanted to show you how much I truly loved you in a very special way.”

The earth pony’s eyes opened once more as she grabbed a hold of the hoof on her cheek. “Rarity, Ah do love you. An’-and Ah’m really glad ya wanted to-... to ‘show’ me, but this… Ah dunno about this… Sorry Rares…”

“That’s perfectly fine darlin’... It’s fine.” Rarity began to stand up once more, though she kept the contact between them. “I’ll always be here for you, whether we take the next step or not.”

“Thanks Rarity…” Applejack murmured lovingly. Ashamed to look her marefriend in the eye and potentially see the desire or dejection there, she looked to the table and found their food still where they had left it. She winced as she offered a hoof to the other, helping the unicorn to her seat. “Sorry Rares, seems like the food got cold…”

“Don’t worry about it darlin’. A simple re-heating spell shall set things right.” The pale-gray mare quickly lit up her horn, aiming towards the food on the counter and table in front of them. Once that was taken care of, she gently held onto an orange hoof that trembled slightly. “Applejack, it’s fine. I promise. I will not force you to do anything you do not want to, I will merely ask that you think about if we can or ever will take that next step. When you are ready to.”

“Thanks…” The orange pony shyly smiled as she took her own seat. The music, still continuing in the background, was almost enough to cover the unicorn’s muttered words.

“... Unless you feel once more that it is ‘going too fast’, then I may take drastic measures…”

“What was that?!” Applejack jerked back in her seat, staring wide eyed at her marefriend.

Rarity leaned back as well, playful smirk on her muzzle. “Whaaaat? A mare has needs. And I’m very sure you would satisfy all those and more…” She flirted heavily, resting her head on her fetlock once more.

The farmer threw back her head with a groan and burning visage. “Raaariiiity!”

“Whaaat…? It’s a compliment!” The fashion designer stuck her tongue out briefly before turning back to her meal. “And I’m sure you felt it too.”

“Ah-well-maybe, Ah mean- look, it don’t matter! Just two months ain’t long enough!” The apple seller crossed her hooves, though the action wasn’t out of annoyance.

“You old fashioned farmers!” Rarity clicked her tongue before going still. “Though Granny Smith seemed to be under the impression that the members of your family moved rather quickly.”

This statement sent another groan to come from the farm mare. The fashionista laughed at the reaction, keeping a firm hold of the orange hoof that wanted to go and hide the fire red muzzle.

“I’m merely teasing you darlin’. Perhaps if you took it a step at a time, you will feel better about things.” The unicorn suggested as she took another bite of the soup.

Applejack merely grumbled as she tried to settle down. Mid-chew, a plot for revenge popped into mind. She stood up as naturally as she could and went for the pie she had brought. Carrying it carefully, she stopped by the unicorn’s shoulder, presenting it.

“This here is our famous apple pie, as ya rightly know by now. Freshly made from some of our early bloomers.” There was a twinkle of amusement in deep green eyes. “Wanna sniff?”

Rarity raised a brow at the wording and spoke slowly. “Sure-?” Before she finished, the pastry was shoved completely on her face, the gooey center sticking to her fur. She stared at the mare who now rolled onto her back in laughter. Picking up a chunk with her magic, the unicorn returned fire.

The food fight lasted for several more minutes. Once finished, they took turns to wash the mess off, though another offer for Applejack to join Rarity was turned down firmly. For the rest of their evening, the duo cuddled on the couch, enjoying the contact that stayed in a ‘safe’ zone. When midnight approached, the sleepy apple farmer roused just enough to try and leave.

“Whyyyyyyyyy must you leeeaaave….?” Rarity wiggled in place, hooves outstretched to the mare who was stepping away.

“Eeenope… Ain’t staying the night Rarity. Cuddlin’ a little is fine, but we’re in town and Ah’ve got to work in the mornin’. Just like you.” Applejack stepped closer only to give a warm peck to the pale-gray forehead. She wasn’t able to escape the hooves fast enough however, and was pulled into a much stronger embrace as Rarity began the goodbye kiss.

“Fine. But know that one day, you will think back to this and feel amazed you didn’t stay over sooner!” The fashion designer teasingly threatened after releasing her love.

The other mare rolled her eyes just as playfully. “Suuuure. Whatever ya say love. Ah hope ya had a nice night, Ah’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“I most certainly did. And you can be assured you will see me.” Rarity poked her special somepony’s nose as she got up from the couch. She led the exiting mare to the front door and waved farewell, watching until the last swish of blonde was out of sight.

And someday… you will be mine, apple of my eye…

A 'Not So Simple' Simple Life

by Wolfie 03

Chapter 1 - The Farmer

Chapter 2 - The Fashionista

Chapter 3 - A tiny little problem

Chapter 4 - A tiny little fix

Chapter 5 - Sister Troubles

Chapter 6 - Lying Greed

Chapter 7 - A Play and A Party

Chapter 8 - A 'Proper' Mare

Chapter 9 - A deal with three little troublemakers

Chapter 10 - A Different Kind of Scare

Chapter 11 - Strong Traditions

Chapter 12 - Just the right amount of drama

Chapter 13 - A Day at the Races

Chapter 14 - Trying to be peaceful for the holidays

Chapter 15 - Hearts and Hooves Day

Chapter 16 - Helping out around the Boutique - Applejack's Day

Chatper 17 - Helping out the Boutique - Spike's Day

Chapter 18 - Relationships of all kinds

Chapter 19 - Trying to compete

Chapter 19.5 - Trying to run from the competition

Chapter 20 - Finding out

Chapter 21 - Can't take it anymore!

Chapter 22 - Start of a new chapter

Chapter 23 - Trying to find common ground

Chapter 24 - Staying over in Canterlot

Chapter 25 - To the Start of Something New