I am Fancypants, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a stallion not entitled to the sweat of his brow?
'No,' says Princess Luna 'it belongs to me!'
'No,' says Princess Celestia 'It belongs to everypony!'
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture.
(Just to clarify the story is 1940s styled. As far as clothes, music, designs, etc. go.)