Occasionally, in his downtime, Butter would find himself thinking back to the days he had been spending back in Manehattan. About the life he left behind to come back to Ponyville, back to Applejack, which he considered to be one of the best decisions in his life. Still, he often imagined just how different his whole life might have been, had he not came back at all. The Academy had been running a post-graduate scheme after he had chosen to come back to Ponyville. Due to his excellent grades and the like, he had been put forward for a place in their graduate program, which he had turned down in order to get into the situation he was currently in. Some of his friends had gone into the scheme and they had come out of it to great success. Not all of them, but the vast majority had been able to make it big in the big city, getting their names up in lights and whatnot. Alas he hadn’t seen it for himself, but he did hear the odd story here and there. He even kept in touch with his old friends, again only some of which managed to find the time to write back to him. A lot of the letters he didn’t bother to read, particularly because they seemed to be bragging more than anything.

Butter wasn’t jealous, not by a long shot, but he didn’t take to being reminded of a life he could have had over and over. He wouldn’t trade anything for a life without Applejack, but there was still that doubt biting at his mind. What he did read in the open letters did sound very alluring, and he often found himself invited to them now and again. He wanted to go, to compare and contrast, but his life was ruled by Applejack, and she very rarely left him in a position to go out and socialise. He also hadn’t considered suggesting to Applejack that she should come with him; it didn’t seem like her scene, especially after the tale of how she got her cutie mark. Manehattan was very much a place for those with a luxury lifestyle, full of tall buildings and locales meant for the arts. Even the street food was fairly high class; certainly not the sort of thing you might find for sale on the streets of Ponyville or somewhere just as small. He knew she had returned there on previous occasions, but each time he heard the stories, he just assumed that she would be more than likely to say no. If she did go with him though, then it might make things a little better for him. He could enjoy time with her, see the city, and in at least one way, show his own success in finding the mare of his life. He just needed the opportunity to present the trip in a way that would be appealing to her, that was all.

When another letter arrived, stamped as being from the desk of one of Butter’s most successful associates, he had his chance. He waited for Applejack to get home from a little stroll meant to clear her head, given some recent developments, and set his plan into motion. It wasn’t a glamorous plan, but it had helped him sway Applejack for a few things in the past, so it could work again. As Applejack flopped down on the couch, Butter cozied up with her, pressing himself into her side. Applejack appreciated the warm feelings she got from him, as it lifted her spirits, except she wasn’t stupid. She recognised a pattern forming when one showed itself. She cleared her throat as Butter began to massage her a little, signifying to him that she was aware he was trying something. At that point, Butter realised he had been busted and decided to come clean. He explained that he had received a letter from one of his associates in Manehattan, offering him and one other a place at a cooking show. The show would be starring the associate as the lead role in the whole thing. In the letter, it was mentioned how the associate was inviting a great deal of their nearest and dearest people who had got them to where they were today.

Butter seemed a little apprehensive in his attempts to explain the story to Applejack, and she couldn’t see why. Perhaps it was something to do with meeting his old cooking classmates again? She didn’t press him though; if he was nervous enough about it, he would soon confide in her eventually. Once he was done stumbling through the rest of his speech, he waited patiently for Applejack to respond. She took her time to think it over, making him sweat things out a little. It wasn’t the best idea as far as his nerves went, but Applejack always delighted in teasing Butter a little more. She eventually agreed to go with him to Manehattan for the event, which seemed to calm him a little. Internally, Applejack couldn’t be certain if she was making the right choice, but it would all be revealed in due time. For Butter, he was just glad that she had agreed to it for now, now at least he would have something to wow his classmates with.

Over the next few days, Applejack and Butter spent time preparing for the trip, gathering up their train tickets and plotting accommodations, should the event run over. By the time a few days had passed, the pair had just about everything they could need to ensure that their trip went smoothly. Applejack had even discussed a ‘backup plan’ in case the event got too much for the pair of them to handle. It seemed like everything was in order; all they needed was for it to all go according to plan. The train journey was something they would both be interested in seeing go well. Neither had really been on any kind of transport since their relations began. Applejack saw herself as the kind who was more than likely to break the transport. Whilst Butter was confident that it could handle her, he too had his doubts. He didn’t want to upset her, but he knew that train carriages did have certain limits. There was a weight limit for one, and if they exceeded that, then they’d need to get a specialist carriage. Most likely something from a freight train. The other limit he had in mind was a height and space limit. Train carriages were only a couple of feet above the average height. Applejack stood way about that and even crouched she’d still be blocking the aisles or doors. Still, they could just wait and see for themselves. Might turn out to be a whole lot of worry for nothing.

On the day of the train journey to Manehattan, Applejack and Butter gathered their belongings and left for the station. They had secured one of the earlier trains to Manehattan, along with a lot of business employees. From street food vendors, to those that worked in the tall buildings, there was quite the mix. When Applejack and Butter rocked up, everyone took a step closer to the edge of the platform. Clearly they wanted to get the best seats before Applejack tried to get onboard as well. The pair paid little attention to them, as there was still plenty of room on the other trains, if they didn’t get this one. Applejack stood off to the side of the platform, not wanting to have to hunch under the station roof. Butter sat on the closest bench to her, so she didn’t feel like an outcast. He’d noticed her rising apprehension towards places and things that wouldn’t normally accommodate her. Ever since the incident at the screening house, it seemed. In a way, Butter hoped that seeing the Big City and how spacious it was might alleviate some of that fear.

There was a whistling coming from further down the tracks, signalling the oncoming train. The passengers all bunched themselves up, as close to the safety line as possible. Applejack hunched over and ducked under the station roof, joining Butter at the back of the crowd. As the train pulled into the station, Butter led Applejack towards the back of the train, keeping her feelings in mind. Very few people were gathered there and by the time the train stopped, Butter and Applejack were the only ones waiting at the back carriage. The conductors opened the door for them and Applejack allowed Butter to go first. After he was safely inside, she got down on her hands and knees, twisting her body to the left and slid herself into the carriage. It was a rather awkward process, as once she had half of her body in, she was taking up the majority of the space. Butter had to slip into the cargo hold to allow her more space, whilst the conductor climbed up onto the chairs. With some more twisting and writhing, she managed to get all but a small part of her legs inside. A final bending of the legs and she was completely in, albeit squeezed in like a sardine and a tin of its kin. The conductor squeezed past her rear, having let Butter out of the cargo hold and collecting the tickets. Once she had made it past the wall of flesh, he signalled to the others that his carriage was ready.

Another loud whistle from the train and it was time to go. Butter climbed onto Applejack and settled down to watch the scenery fly by. It was quite the beautiful landscape between Ponyville and Manehattan, and he looked forwards to sharing it with someone. The only problem was, the train didn’t seem to be moving. He could hear it huffing and puffing, but they were hardly moving, if indeed at all. There was another whistle, before a piercing screech. It was like the metallic version of nails down the chalkboard. The pair covered their ears at the sound, but at least the train was moving at long last, even if it was at a snail’s pace. The screeching began to worry the pair that their ears were going to bleed. There were loud complaints from the adjoining carriage, and no doubt from the rest as well. When sparks began to fly outside of the window of Butter and Applejack’s carriage, the prior of the two covered his mouth to hide his reaction. They were too heavy for the basic transport carriage. The wheels likely weren’t turning as they should, creating friction and dragging itself along the tracks. He didn’t say anything to Applejack, but no doubt, she had worked it out for herself. There was simply too much caboose for this caboose.

The train soon slowed down and came to a stop, or at least their carriage did. There was still the huffing and puffing of the train, growing fainter by the second, but they weren’t moving. The door opened and in stepped a conductor, gesturing to them to remove themselves from the carriage. The pair shared a sigh as Butter got himself down from his perch. Once he was outside, Applejack resumed her wriggling to get outside. She really didn’t want to have to do this again. It can’t have been good for her body to be bending and twisting this way and that. Once she was outside, she saw that the rest of the train had abandoned their little carriage. The train and the rest of its passengers were on their way to Manehattan, whilst Applejack and Butter were still stranded at Ponyville. The conductors apologised profusely at the fact that the train hadn’t been able to cope with their uniqueness. Butter wasn’t too bothered; he announced that there was a backup on the way, before walking quickly over to the main office for a quick chat. Their stranded carriage was moved out of the station and the pair were left waiting once more.

There was no talking during their second time waiting, as neither really wanted to talk about it. When the second train arrived, Applejack stormed off. Well, she stooped her way to the end of the station as she caught sight of the their transport. It was an industrial freight train, just as Butter had assumed they would need and had planned accordingly for. Attached to the back of it was a flatbed carriage, which was to be theirs. There was no way that she was going to be ferried around on that thing like she was some kind of commodity. Or some kind of circus animal for people to gawk at. She was just like everyone else, just a little bigger is all. Butter chased after her as the train arrived, urging them to wait for their return. He knew Applejack wasn’t going to like such an open way of travel, but he just had to remind her it was only temporary. When he caught up to her, he threw himself at her feet to get her to stop. Thankfully she stopped before her foot came down fully, and Butter only suffered lack of air for a moment.

“Butter?! Whut th’ heck are ya-”

“Applejack,” Butter wheezed, getting to his feet. “Look, I know you don’t like the idea of riding on something like this – ”

“Yer darn right ah don’! Jus’ whut d’ya take me fer?!” She glowered, crossing her arms far above and bending over enough to still display her disapproval.

“I know, I know! But it’s just for a short journey, that’s it! Besides, if it bothers you so much, just think about where they’ll be stopping. You’ll be away from the crowd and not many ponies will be around to…gawk.”

Applejack’s expression softened a little. There was that intense care that Butter gave off. It was not unlike her own stubbornness, the difference being that most folks like care more than stubborn. She thought it over in her head. She had promised him that she’d go, though there was no promise about going by freight. She umm’d and ahhh’d, but finally came to a conclusion.

“Alright, ah guess ah c’n suck it up fer this time.” She lifted a finger sternly, cutting him off before he celebrate.“Ah ain’t doin’ it again though. So ya better get all yer stuff in Manehattan done on this visit, okay?”

Butter nodded, and together, the pair returned to the station where the train was still waiting. Securing themselves under the straps that would usually be reserved for crates, the train left the station. The journey was certainly colder than one would expect, with winds rushing past them at a pace. Butter shivered within seconds of the train leaving the station. Applejack tried her best to cover him with her hand, protecting him from the harsh elements, while the other held onto her signature stetson. Butter smiled at her as she kept the wind off of him. At the very least, both of them got to see the scenery on the way there. Butter recalled how much it had flourished since the day he left Ponyville for Manehattan, all those years ago. Now he got to share the experience with Applejack, something he would have enjoyed the first time around. Even Applejack was enjoying the experience, despite her reservations about the travel method. Some of the folks out and about in the countryside couldn’t believe their eyes when the train rolled past them. Not sure whether they thought it was some statue of decoration or whether it was the real thing.

Eventually, the pair arrived at their destination, albeit, not on the main line or station. They ended up in one of the more industrious parts of the city, where one would expect a freight train to go. Once they pulled into the yard, the straps were released and they were allowed back down off the carriage. They bid farewell to the train’s driver, with Butter taking point to get them back to the city. Before they had even left the depot however, Applejack caused a spot of bother. Keeping her eyes on the ground, she failed to notice the signal bar and ran headfirst into it. Arms lifting up in reflex to nurse her forehead, her elbows bashed against the rest of the pole, knocking it over. Applejack shook her head, noticing Butter still moving quickly into the city, and absentmindedly hurried to catch up. Behind her, a couple of rail workers called out to her to fix her mess. But she didn’t want to lose track of her boyfriend; Manehatten was a large city even to one as large as she, and a country girl like herself could get lost without a guide. As she caught him up and the workers fell further and further behind, Applejack couldn’t shake the idea that it was going to come back and bite her in the behind.

Once beyond the industrial section, they made it into the central city with haste and ease. Just like Applejack had expected, the city was teeming with people. The sidewalks were actually packed with people, and once Butter and Applejack stepped into the masses, they proved disrupting to the flow. People cursed their very presence as they had to walk around the pair whilst they got their bearings. It didn’t seem to bother Butter much, who grumbled and replied back to the worst sorts, but it was certainly weighing heavily on Applejack’s mind. She stepped off the pavement and onto the road whilst Butter pondered how to solve this predicament. It didn’t appease some people, but at least she didn’t feel quite so in the way. At least, not until Butter suggested they cross the road to take another shortcut of his. Before he could explain to Applejack about a few rules that cities had that Ponyville didn’t, she was already off. By the time he called out to her, she was halfway across the road. It wasn’t sensible of her to stop in the middle of the road, but she didn’t realise the lack of space that carts and such had on city roads.

When someone as big as Applejack stepped on the road, there was very little room to manoeuvre. They could move a little to one side and run over her foot, or simply crash into her calves. One particular cab driver wasn’t one to risk her hopping into other traffic, nursing a ran over foot. He crashed straight into her calf, trying his best to slow down, but only achieving enough to not hurt her. She still stumbled and hobbled on one foot, making it to the other side of the thoroughfare. Alas that wasn’t exactly the end of everything. The road became backed up with carts and vehicles of all kinds, horns and shouting filling the air. The crowds thinned out a little as people rushed into the road to make sure that nobody was seriously injured. Butter joined them, keeping an eye out for anyone who needed his help. He’d stop and assist those that needed it but his main concern was getting to Applejack and getting her away from this mess. He was definitely going to have to sit her down and give her a lecture on the things one could do in a city. Especially on how jaywalking was not one of those things. He cursed the fact that he didn’t do it on the journey here, but then he couldn’t be sure she’d have heard him.

He took Applejack by hand and led her down an alley, where the pair waited for the coast to clear. The alley was actually the shortcut Butter was meaning for them to take, so they could actually get to the event that was responsible for the whole journey. Right now though he was using it to keep Applejack out of the way of the local law enforcement. If they caught Applejack as the one who was responsible, then she’d end up in prison. Or worse, excluded from the city completely. Butter kept watch on the opening to the alley closest to him, while Applejack watched over the other. Fitting was a struggle for the big mare; thanks to her and the alleys dimesions she had to stand with one wall to her back, and her feet nearly touched both sides. Not much was happening on Butter’s side of the alley, but on her side, a lone stranger had wandered into view. He seemed to be looking to get through, so Applejack tried to shuffle her feet out of the way. But when he finally caught sight of her, oddly taking a moment to see the giant orange cowgirl, he stopped and whistled. It was undeniably rude sounding, followed by likewise words aimed up at her.

“Heya, doll, can’t say I’ve seen many like you about. I’d say you could fetch a pretty penny to a local circus.” He said in a thick Manehattan accent. Lifting a hand up, he swept it across the air, envisioning a sign.“‘The Amazing...Twenty Foot Woman!’ Ya – how’s that sound to ya?”

Butter, drawn by his voice, steps through Applejack’s legs to stand defensively in front of her. “Who the heck are you?” He demanded bluntly.

“Oh that’s cute - away with ya, kid. I’m talking business with this thing here.”

Both offended ponies bristle. “Thing?! Kid?! I’ll have you know that- ” Butter started forward, but was stopped as Applejack lifted a foot and gently blocked him. Looking up, he saw her face and quickly stepped aside.

“Ah c’n handle this guy, Butter…”

“Heh, nice going doll. Now, what do you say to my offer, huh?” The oblivious thug tried a charming smile.

“Well, as delightful as yer offer is, ah’m afraid ah jus’ can’t sell mysel’ for any ol’ hooligan numbskull like ya are.” Applejack states bluntly, face stormy as she reaches down and picks the thug up. The grown stallion squealed like a pig as he suddenly realized just how outclassed he was. “So ah guess ah’ll be putting you an’ yer proposal in th’ trash, understand?”

The swindler managed a long, drawn out ‘yes’ as Applejack dropped him into the nearest dumpster, dusting her hands once done. The noise attracted the attention of the folks on the street however, who turned to see the giant creature that they were looking for. All it took was one cry of ‘there they are!’, for the pair to once again be on the run from the locals and this time, they weren’t going to be so lucky. They exited the alley into the start of Manehattan’s Financial District, a place with a heavy presence from the law. As there were already people out looking for the pair, it wasn’t long before the officers found themselves involved. Within seconds of them appearing into the mass of skyscrapers, they were set upon. Two local officers came racing down either side of the pavement.

“Hold it right there, Miss!” Officer McGuffin cried. “You too, Sir!”

“You’re wanted in relation to-” Officer Open Cuffs began, before being interrupted by another pony rushing up.

“Officers! There’s a guy down this alley - says the orange one beat him up! They’re taking him to the hospital as we speak!”

“Thank you, citizen, we’ll handle things from here.” Officer Open Cuffs continued. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, Miss?”

Above, Applejack was struggling to hear the words of the officers, or indeed the random citizen. To an outsider they might have seemed confident, almost proud in a way. But when they looked up at Applejack, that confidence began to fade away. Their words seemed to come out as nothing more than a squeak or a whimper. It was really quite annoying, given that she was terrible at lip reading. If she was going to have any kind of hope at listening, she was going to need to be closer to the source. So she set about doing exactly that. She bent down, lowering her upper body with such speed that the whistleblower fled the scene for fear that she was about to sit down. Her rear swelled outwards as she bent, bumping another unfortunate post that wobbled dangerously. The closer she got, the clearer the conversation became. She heard Butter explain how she was called Applejack and that this was all a misunderstanding. She heard the officer’s reply, but lost focus as a new issue began to form, from her shirt of all things.

The unfortunate fabric had tightened too far from her last fitting for extreme shifts in her posture to survive. Walking, sitting, even bending a little would have been fine. But bending over double as she needed to be, to see and hear the little ponies beneath her, pushed too far. Her buttons groaned and popped off one by one, flying off and spilling her out into the open. A soft ‘fhwoomp’ announced her coming bare to the outside world. The officers, upon hearing the noise, ceased their conversation with Butter and turned their attention skywards. There they both came face to face with Applejack’s blushing one, and her two orange peaks. Butter, having a good idea what they might be looking at, groaned and buried his head in his hands without looking back. The reactions of the officers really showed off the age difference between the pair.

“Ms Applejack, you’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?” McGuffin remarked gruffly.

“Indecent exposure! Indecent exposure to an officer of the law! Take her to the cells and lock her up, lest this crime spree be allowed to continue!” Open Cuffs cried, voice nearly cracking as he flushed down to his neck.

While neitherof the officers possessed the necessary strength to move the pair, they still got them moving. With the state that Applejack was in, they’d have escorted themselves to a hole in the ground, if it got rid of the prying eyes. Applejack tried in vain to get her shirt fastened up; she fumbled and messed with her shirt, all the way to her cell in the prison at the centre of the city. She finally got a button or two back into place, but by this point it didn’t really matter due to the pair now being locked up. Surprisingly the surroundings were rather quaint, like an old-fashioned sheriff’s office, but with a modern twist. Their cell was at the back of the office, a desk and chair stuck a few feet in front. It was also the largest, for obvious reasons, leaving Applejack snugly in the middle of it with Butter squeezed in around her. Officers milled past them going to other places or looking for files in particular. To their credit as professionals only the two arresting officers paid them much attention. But one officer did pause while passing early on the first day.. He just stared at Applejack through the bars, as if examining her for something. Eventually, he too left them alone as the days passed.

On the arrival of the third day, Butter and Applejack had long since missed the event they had been in the city to attend. However, during their time in the slammer, they had begun to see the funny side of things. On the outside it might have seemed like a coping method to deal with the stress of being locked up. However, it was actually more that they felt this whole thing had been set up for failure right from the start. From the moment they boarded that first train they should have taken the whole experience with a couple of pinches of salt. They recalled how the very second they had arrived in Manehattan, they had stumbled, slipped, tripped and flailed their way around the city. Even their arrest had all the elements of a comedy caper. How likely was it that her shirt would burst open while they were talking to the officers? Almost none, and yet it happened. So the couple took it all in high spirits, taking the comfort of being together and laughing at their blunders. They spent so long laughing, that they failed to notice a familiar voice coming from outside the station.

“You’re going to tell me right this second why you have a national hero and her boyfriend locked up!”

“Um, your Highness, they have a long list of crimes - jaywalking, assault, indecent exposure, criminal damage and even murder…”

The other voice spluttered. “Murder?! Of who?!”

“Well, he’s actually just in the hospital - a couple of broken bones, but it could have been worse.” Spoke up another voice.

“Yes, well, we don’t charge people for crimes on account of what could have been, do we? No, we don’t.” The first voice lectured, slowly growing louder as it approached.“As for these other crimes - If you two haven’t noticed, but she’s a giantess. Not only that but Ponyville is a much, much smaller and rural town than a city like Manehatten. She’s going to break things and have trouble adjusting! That’s why it’s our job to make things easy for her, not lock her up! Murder?! Honestly!”

By now, Applejack and Butter’s mirth had died down enough to let them focus on what was going on outside. The voice was familiar, incredibly familiar to Applejack at least. She heard the sound of shoes stomping their way up to the cell door. They turned a corner and there charged Applejack’s most regal of friends, Princess Twilight Sparkle. She stormed up to the lockup, despite protests from the officers she had been verbally blasting, and unlocked the cell. She didn’t need a key; her magic was enough and the officers themselves were surprised that she actually managed to open the lock. Most were protected against unicorn magic. But with all the books Twilight had read, it wasn’t totally beyond her capabilities as an alicorn. The officers watched on in awe, already rattled from Twilight’s rant and not wanting to incur a second one. They allowed her to break out the two detainees in silence, wondering how they were going to explain it to their superior officers.

Twilight ushered them out of the cell and closed the door behind her, giving the stinkeye at the officers once her friends were free. They didn’t hang about to ask questions or for her to sign the relevant release forms; they just hurried out of the way and allowed the giantess to pass. Twilight took the lead and led her friends out of the prison, parting the onlooking police and others like the tide with her presence and still fuming expression. Butter and Applejack took a moment to stretch and relish the outside air once more. Three whole days in the prison was a little more than they bargained for. Sure they had found the funny side of things later on in the stint, but they’d rather they didn’t get locked up again. Though, they could always get Twilight to break them out again it seemed, not that either was one for taking advantage of friends. After a few minutes of getting things back to normal, Twilight apologised and took them through the city. She was very careful about making the people of the city aware of Applejack and making the giantess a little more clued up on life in the city.

Twilight took them to what appeared to be a little pub on the edge of the city’s largest food street. Amidst all the expensive restaurants and food outlets, sat this one quaint little place. Though neither Applejack or Butter got to see the inside; Twilight asked them to wait a moment whilst she popped inside to chat with the staff. Around forty minutes later, Twilight returned to meet them, levitating five plastic trays of fish and chips alongside. She handed three portions to Applejack, and split the remaining two between herself and Butter. She pointed out the three plastic forks that she had jammed into the meals so that they weren’t accidentally swallowed. Then, she resumed her walking, eating her meal while keeping the pair in tow.

“You did pay for these, right?” Butter queried.

“Yup! What? Did you think I used my elevated status to just go in and demand them? I may be a Princess, but I don’t demand free food from anypony.”

“He didn’ mean nothing by it, Twi, ah’m sure,” Applejack butted in as an attempt to rescue Butter from his comment. A small ‘whap’ with her tail nearly upset Butter’s plate from his hands, and forced him to stumble several steps, but got the reprimand across.

“Relax, Applejack - I know what he meant. No harm done Butter. Now, if you’d turn your attention this way, I think you’ll find we’ve arrived at the perfect eating location for this kind of food.”

Applejack and Butter turned their attention to the harbour they had suddenly walked into. A truly glorious location; the sun reflected brightly off the azure waves crashing against the stone docks, shimmering over the surface in hues of orange and yellow. Tiny droplets twinkled as the spray from the waves rose up into the air. In the distance, boats could be seen traversing the water, going on their own endeavours, whether it be fishing or commerce. Twilight was right; nothing was more fitting than fish and chips by the seaside. The trio took a seat at the edge of the harbour, where the waves crashed the least and the fewest boats were present. There they began to eat and recount the events that had brought them to Twilight’s attention and for that matter, how Twilight even found out. The Princess explained that one of the officers who had been watching them, noticed Applejack and recognised her. He had then sent a message out to Princesses Celestia and Luna, who in turn passed it on to Twilight.

Applejack and Butter had a good idea about who was responsible for that message; no doubt it was the officer that had been staring at them the day they were arrested. They recounted their whole story to Twilight, who got a little giggle out of it and even managed to tease them some herself. She explained how even though they were enjoying themselves now, and that everything had worked out to some extent, there was still one thing they hadn’t done. They still had the train journey back to go through, no doubt on the same train that had brought them in. The same train at the railroad that Applejack had made a little mishap at. No doubt the rail workers were still a little angry; perhaps they’d even make her fix the mess at last. The trio shared a look amongst each other before they burst out laughing. As they polished off their meals and the two best friends continued chatting away, Butter reclined on the other side of Applejack’s thighs. While he might have set out on meeting an old friend of his, and certainly had wanted to impress his large love with sights of the city, this trip had not been bad. He’d still spent time with her all throughout, and she was smiling happily while talking with a friend of hers. The meal Twilight had provided was excellent, a wonderful staple of Manehatten, and the view was breathtaking as the day came to a close. Looking up at Applejack, he smiles and leans up against her, getting a hand to come down and rub over his body. Yes, this was a great end to their trip.