I am Fancypants, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a stallion not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 

'No,' says Princess Luna 'it belongs to me!' 

'No,' says Princess Celestia 'It belongs to everypony!' 

I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture. 

(Just to clarify the story is 1940s styled. As far as clothes, music, designs, etc. go.)