Applejack rushed frantically over to her closet. She tore out her dress from the Grand Galloping Gala, in the hopes that it would be enough of a distraction to draw attention away from any dirt or grime that might be tarnishing her coat. She was already late for Rarity's social, and had no time to clean herself. Hastily, she shoved the lime green skirt up her flank and tossed her saddle on top. She sat back on her haunches and picked up her apple collar with both hooves, but when she reached back around her neck to fasten it, she found that it wasn't long enough. She pulled it till the collar was practically choking her, but her neck was too thick for it.
Applejack sighed heavily. She knew that she'd been getting bigger. She didn't mean for it to happen, it just started innocently a few weeks ago, when she couldn't gather the courage to talk to Rarity...
~~~
An orange earth pony trotted briskly up to the Carousel Boutique. With her head held as high as an elephant's eye, she looked confident and proud, like she was daring the world to just try to mess with her. But even her spunky aura wasn't enough to stop a few strange looks amongst the ponies. This mare was no fashionista, and had only been to the boutique about four times, and only on legitimate business expeditions. So why was she going now?
Regardless of her peer's quizzical faces, the pony gazed at the lavish door of the boutique. She took the rope hanging down in her teeth and pulled. Somewhere inside, a bell rang. "Just a momeeeent!" said a sing-songy voice. The pony at the front door stood patiently as a glistening white unicorn opened the door.
"Why, hello there, Applejack, darling! What brings you here?" said the unicorn.
Alright, sugar, you can do this, just tell her how you feel, thought Applejack, but before she could say anything, she was whisked into the boutqiue.
"Oh, Applejack, you simply must try on this new shirt, it will look absolutely ravishing with your color palette," said Rarity, sorting through her racks. She picked out a cream colored blouse and levitated it over to Applejack. "Oh... dear... perhaps a bit too frilly... no matter, I'll just cut out the lace, add some starched collars... oh! And red buttons, oh you could simply die -"
"Ah appreciate it, Rares, but ah'm here fer a different reason," said Applejack. This is it, sugar, she thought.
"What's that, dear? Oh, I am so sorry, I cut you right off, didn't I? Please, what were you going to say?" Rarity turned around and batted her eyelashes. Whoa nelly, thought the earth pony.
"Ah came here, to, uh..."
"To...?"
"To, ask if... y..." Applejack started to sweat. Ask if you want to have dinner with me. It's not that difficult, sugar.
"Ask if I? Spit it out, darling."
Shoot, she's gettin' impatient. "Ask if you wanna ha..."
"You came to ask if I want help? Help with what?"
"Help with... preparin' food fer yer upcomin' social, yeah! Y'all will need somethin' to feed yer guests, and ah'm here on behalf of Sweet Apple Acres t' offer our top-notch services fer yer parties!" Applejack grinned far too widely. Celestia Damnit, Applejack.
"You want to cater for my socials? Oh, Applejack, you are simply a gem! Pinkie Pie wanted to help, but I need something a little more substantial than cupcakes - oh, you are a lifesaver!" Rarity threw her hooves around the earth pony, who was redder than the apples on her rump. Perhaps this trip wasn't such a waste, after all.
"Aw, shoot, Rares, y'all know ah'd do anything t' help a friend in need," said Applejack.
Rarity let go and looked at Applejack contemplatively. "What do you say we meet tomorrow for lunch, and you can tell me all about the fabulous recipes you'll prepare for me... in the meantime, I still think that blouse will look smashing on you..." Rarity gasped and her eyes twinkled. "Puffed shoulders, that's it!"
Applejack stood by awkwardly while Rarity rummaged through her stocks, finding different things to improve the shirt. "Ah'll just... be goin' now..."
"Yes, see you tomorrow, sweetheart!" said Rarity, barely paying attention. Applejack backed out of the shop, then turned around, grinning ear to ear.
Sweetheart. Well, maybe this wasn't such a waste of time after all.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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