A 'Not So Simple' Simple Life

by Wolfie 03

First published 19th of November, 2013

Applejack and Rarity live very different kind of lives and almost never see eye to eye; so when AJ finds herself curious about the unicorn, she tries to learn more about her while showing Rarity a much simpler way of life.

Applejack is a simple farmer, Rarity is a complex and up-and-coming fashionista; two very different personalities and two very different lifestyles. So different that they had very little contact or interaction with one another until a certain lavender unicorn came to town and six near strangers became the best of friends.

Can Applejack and Rarity learn to get along or are they just too different? This is the story of a simple farmer and not so simple fashionista....

Co-made with Gwg, who helps with story, ideas, and editing/reviewing this story.
Also, a large thanks to those who also helped to edit and review this story; there have been a few people who have taken turns helping with the editing. Since different people have done different chapters, the individual chapters have the thanks attached to the corresponding editors.

This takes place in the same 'world' as Perfect Pitch, The Party Animal and the Bookworm, and the Adventures of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Please point out anything if you find errors and leave a comment or message about why you dislike the story. Otherwise, enjoy!

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...

Author's Notes:

What do you think of the start of the Rarijack story? Admittedly I used to like Spirity (or Rarike, whatever) but then I realized how much of a brat Spike was and how superficial his 'love' for Rarity was (The Cutie Pox, Spike goes doey eyed over Twi' when she gets the same mane style as Rarity, proving that a lot of his 'love' for her is because of looks). So now it's Rarijack all the way!

And if you want to know for continuity's sake about when this chapter takes place in my 'universe', it's about mid-February; five months from Twilight's first birthday in Ponyville that Pinkie Pie sets up in my story 'the Party Animal and the Bookworm'. (or for an even closer idea of when it happens, it's a month and a half from Pinkie's birthday-Party of One).

Chapter 2 - The Fashionista

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.

Author's Notes:

I actually had both of these chapters already written, so please don't expect updates by the day. Hope this points where the story is going so far.

Chapter 3 - A tiny little problem

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.

Author's Notes:

Sorry for the wait.

One, big, thing... Southern Accents... I'm so very sorry. I feel that to help remind readers of how AJ and her family sounds, the accent should be written out (though I'll try not to go overboard, just copy how the show makes them sound). Granny Smith's is the hardest because she is so hard to understand due to age and how thick her accent is; so I'm very sorry and please don't take offense at it. Just let me know if it gets out of hoof.

Chapter 4 - A tiny little fix

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.

Author's Notes:

here we go, a little bit of sister shenanigans and Rarity's attempt at properly helping. If you want to see more of what the hay the Crusaders are getting up to, check out my other story: The Adventures of the Cutie Mark Crusaders - Fillies on a Mission!

Chapter 5 - Sister Troubles

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.

Author's Notes:

Dun dun duuunn!

The green and purple maned filly is Eripio from the Cutie Mark Crusaders story I write as well. The link is to see what she looks like.

Chapter 6 - Lying Greed

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.

Author's Notes:

Sorry for the delay, wanted to make sure this passed inspection before posting it.

Yep, another taste of Discord. I believe that just about everyone was affected and wanted to show it for each of my stories. At least they learn a lot about themselves and others from it.

Next update should be sometime in the week of the 12th to 18th. What do you think so far?

Sorry if it seems offensive about the Apples' accent, but I believe in writing it out so the readers can hear it clearer. And Granny Smith is just about impossible to understand on a good tv show day

Chapter 7 - A Play and A Party

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...)

Author's Notes:

Sorry, but I had to chose something to ponify for the two to watch and Oklahoma was already about cowboys and farmers.

And yes, Applejack is digging herself into bigger trouble, expect a Manehattenite accent next time! Mwahahaha

Let me know if you are reading the other stories I have and are confused as to when this takes place, I'm more than willing to explain it (though hopefully it is clear in my writing, but hey, it gets 'a-complicated' as Rango would say).

Chapter 8 - A 'Proper' Mare

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.”

Author's Notes:

I'll say it right now, I have not watched Les Miserables nor do I really plan to. I went and looked up it's plot to see if it was a movie I'd be interested in watching and at the very confusing plot I gave it up as drama that I wouldn't really like.

Anyways, how was the chapter? Did you like Aj's manehatten accent, because I sure didn't. It made it hard for me to tell who was speaking, her or Rarity This chapter was hard to write because of how OOC Aj was (which was on purpose, all the much harder), so I hope it came out well.

Chapter 9 - A deal with three little troublemakers

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

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...)

Author's Notes:

Edit:... Huh? I didn't put an author's note here? I must correct this!

Thanks goes to Gwg and my new extra proofreader, Nebulae, for checking through this and making sure it's the best it can be (though please mention if you find any mistakes, I like to fix them).

Things are going to start picking up in the story in the next few chapters, better hang on to your socks! ... Well, eventually they will be blown away, I have to write the chapters before I can positively say for sure.

Chapter 11 - Strong Traditions

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

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.

Author's Notes:

It seems that Simple Life chapters take more time than any of the others, often being the cause of the slower updates... Weird.

If you notice anything odd, please let me know; it started to get late when I went back over this after my editors/proofreaders where done with it. I'd like to thank both Gwg and Bronco for their help, having two editors should help my writing get better and more interesting for you readers

I'm a little tired right now, so I can't think of what I want to say, so I'll just tack it on later when I'm awake. Night and hope you like the chapter! Gotta love those oblivious ponies!

Chapter 13 - A Day at the Races

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

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...?!)

Author's Notes:

Ok, so first, thanks to Gwg and Bronco for helping review and edit this chapter!

I actually got stuck when Rarity and Aj almost kissed (because I hadn't actually planned for that to happen, it just did... Now all of the main six are taking over the stories, thanks Pinkie ) but I was able to work around it with Gwg's help while Bronco pointed out some of the creative and detail issues I had, which hopefully made this story a little clearer. So seriously, you guys should thank them for their reviewing; I swear that every time I get better at this and it's due to their input.

Hopefully the truce works well and makes sense. Any and all comments are appreciated, I like hearing how well/not well/liking/not liking you find it.

Chapter 15 - Hearts and Hooves Day

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.

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.

“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…”

Author's Notes:

I'mmmm bbaaaaaAAaaaccckkk.... Though still working slowly