Generosity, My Dear Applejack

by Crystal Secret

Rating: everyone
Tags: Applejack, Fleur de Lis, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance, Drama, Rarity, Sapphire Shores, Fancypants
Length: 12098

Tragedy strikes Sweet Apple Acres as two of Applejack's closest family members pass on. She receives some money in the mail and decides to visit Canterlot. Along the way encountering Fancy Pants, Sapphire Shores and other colorful characters.

Sometimes a good deed or a generous gift can truly go a long way: it can even form new friendships and take a pony places they weren't expecting to go. When a tragedy-stricken Applejack receives a letter in the mail, containing some money from a dear friend of hers, she sets in motion an impulsive series of events that change not only her life, but her heart.

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Published 2014-07-10 23:50:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-23 23:25:01 UTC

Chapter 1 - From Canterlot, With Love

Chapter 1 - From Canterlot, With Love

Generosity, My Dear Applejack

by Crystal Secret

Chapter 1 - From Canterlot, With Love

Applejack sat alone at the kitchen table, resting her chin on her hoof while time ticked away at a snail’s pace. She could feel each second like it was a heartbeat, continuous, unceasing. Her eyes rested on the black fascinator she had worn earlier that day; it was still perfectly intact despite the blustery winds.

A feeling of unmistakable loneliness washed over her, something she knew she should have already gotten used to by now, yet still the wound felt as fresh as the day he’d died.

She shook her head back to reality. I can’t keep thinking about it like that. It’s no good if I keep letting myself go back there.

It was a day in her life that she didn’t think would come so soon. She never would have imagined she'd be burying her young, strong brother so soon after Granny had finally withered away. But it seemed that the world had other plans for Big Macintosh and it had even bigger plans for her too. She just didn’t realise it yet.

As the incessant sound of her old grandfather clock filled the dark and quiet room, Applejack let out a sigh. Her mind wandered off and she started to wonder if there was any point in her life where she had been so depressed but couldn’t recall.

Flashbacks of the funeral sprang to her mind as she remembered the look of utter terror on Apple Bloom’s face when she saw the corpse. It was a such a relief that she was able to make it; she had recently moved to Baltimare and started a family, so Applejack was thankful she’d been able to attend.

Perhaps I just need some fresh air to clear my mind...yeah...a good old walk outside could help me feel better. She rose to her hooves and walked over to the door. She stopped to grab a scarf and wrapped it around her before exiting the lonely house.

For the first time since the day of the storm, she was able to fully observe the damage and aftermath of the disaster. As her eyes scanned what was once a truly beautiful and prosperous orchard, an empty feeling grew inside of her.

The soil was no longer its rich brown color but rather a dirty, charcoal black. Several trees had been torn from their roots and the season’s harvest lay wasting rotting away on the ground. Not a single apple remained of what would have been a bountiful harvest that year—oh how those little gems had shone. Alas, she would have no produce to sell at the market, no food to feed the town and more importantly, no way of supporting herself during such a difficult time. The orchard was in ruins, there was nopony left to help her and she had no other jobs in town cut out for her.

One thing however had returned to its normal state: the sky. Applejack could have sworn that she had not seen the sky so blue in a very long time. Clear skies and sunny days would hopefully bring good fortune, a chance to turn things around.

Such a chance was no further than the mailbox. It had been a while since she had bothered to check the mail and since Apple Bloom wasn’t here anymore to collect it for her, she made the long and rather resentful trip on her own.

With each firm step she slowly walked through what remained of her orchard, she could feel a sinking feeling grow in her stomach. She came to the conclusion that her life—much like a phoenix—had gone up in flames. The unrelenting weight that pulled on her heart strings whenever she thought of that day seemed to drag her entire body down to the point of depression. However, deep inside her heart she knew that such a time would end and she would have to move on and begin anew.

When she opened the mailbox she was surprised to find an envelope with her name on it. The handwriting was impeccably neat, the cursive letters curled perfectly. Curious about the sender, she took the envelope and walked back up to the house.

She sat down at the kitchen table once again and opened the envelope. Inside, she found a letter and a cheque for a surprisingly substantial sum of money.

Dearest Applejack, it began,

I sincerely apologise for being unable to attend Big Macintosh’s funeral but after I heard about what had happened I immediately knew that I had to do something. I would come down to visit you personally, alas, I am too preoccupied with the shop at the moment to do so. You see I’ve had a lot of high-profile clients lately, I’m sure you understand.

I am so terribly sorry for your loss. No words can adequately convey my sorrow at your terrible situation. Ergo, I thought it prudent to send you some small recompense.

I know it’s not much but at least you’ll have some money while you get back on your hooves again. I know you can—of all the ponies I know, you will get through this. You can even visit me here in Canterlot if you like. I’m always open and I would love to have tea and catch up; I must admit that it does get lonely in the shop all day.

Once again I apologise for your loss and you have my most sincere sympathies. Please, take this money and use it well.
I hope to see you soon.

Love,

Rarity

As Applejack’s eyes drifted slowly off the page and onto the fascinator resting beside her, a thought grew in her mind. Perhaps she could take up Rarity’s offer and go to visit her in Canterlot. After all, she had not been to see anypony in quite a while and this was certainly a good opportunity to get out and about.

For what seemed like the longest time, she just sat there and stared longingly out the window. In her heart, she yearned for adventure. She needed a little excitement in her life, something to occupy her mind while she figured out what to do next. With one thoughtful show of generosity, her friend had brought back a chance to recover some of the colour missing from her life.

She rose to her hooves and dashed up the staircase into her room. In a few moments she had opened up a saddlebag and piled a heap of supplies in it before closing it and heading back downstairs. She shoved the letter into her bag and—pausing only to grab her scarf again off the nearby rack—rushed out the door.

For a moment, Applejack stood and inhaled a deep breath; the crisp, cool air filled her lungs and exhilarated her soul. She exhaled and turned to give a glance at the dilapidated farmhouse before she began her long and weary journey that would take her beyond the borders of Ponyville.

A fierce determination filled her up inside as she galloped down the path that wove through the orchard and all the way to the mailbox, leaving her home and all of its despairing memories behind.

She had not run like that in a long time.

~*~

When Applejack finally arrived at Ponyville station, the sun had risen to its highest peak in the clear blue sky. The cool, light breeze continued to blow as she waited on the platform for the next train to arrive. Her heart raced with excitement and for the first time in days, a smile lit up the mare’s face. She was not known as the sort of pony that would make drastic, irrational decisions, but today was not an ordinary day.

“Why, hello, Applejack! May I ask where you might be headed on such a fine afternoon?” asked a curiously familiar voice.

Applejack’s attention quickly turned to the well dressed and equally well spoken stallion beside her on the platform. She
immediately recognized the pony as one of Rarity’s high-profile contacts, Fancy Pants, although what he was doing in Ponyville escaped her completely.

“Ah, I’m just headin’ up to Canterlot to meet a friend of mine,” she said cheerfully.

Fancy peered at her from the corner of his eye while he pulled his pocket watch from within his sleek overcoat pocket. “This friend of yours wouldn't so happen to be Miss Rarity, by chance?” he inquired.

“Why, she sure is! How’d ya know?”

Fancy put away the pocket watch and faced the confused mare next to him. “Well, she has quite the tendency to talk about you. It is obvious that she cares for you a great deal. I would keep that in mind when you see her.”

“I will. Don’t ya worry about a thing.”

“Good to see you again, Applejack,” Fancy replied before a loud whistling sound filled their ears, followed by large puffs of steam and the whirring sounds of the stopping train. “Shall we?” he said extending a hoof to the newly opened door.

“All aboard!” exclaimed the conductor as they approached the door.

Applejack quickly took a seat next to the window and—to her utmost surprise—was soon accompanied by Fancy, who took the seat facing her. He seemed like a charming fellow and therefore, she didn’t mind having his company on the long and enduring train ride ahead of her.

As the train departed the station, a question lingered in her mind. If anything she could at least make small talk on the long ride ahead of her.

“So, what are you doing in Ponyville anyway?” she asked.

“I thought you might ask. The answer is quite simple really: I was actually here visiting your friend, Princess Twilight Sparkle. We’ve been discussing remodeling plans for Ponyville.” He nodded and smiled, his teeth white as ever. “It would seem that this charmingly rustic town needs a facelift, and we agree that it needs to start developing an exportation of some form of natural resource in order to grow. ”

“I see. So what’s Miss Fleur Dis Lee up to nowadays? Is she still on the covers of every magazine? ”

“Yes, of course. She is still as...graceful as ever, to be sure.” He lowered his voice and leaned in closer to Applejack. “Just quietly, there is much speculation that we broke up which, while true, was not something I wanted released to the media. Such is the life of an upper class citizen I’m afraid.”

Those were the last words that came from the high society pony’s well spoken lips. For the remainder of the trip, they sat in comfortable silence as Applejack looked out the window and watched the countryside go past. The empty fields and rolling hills in the distance seemed to stretch on for miles as the sun marched ever-westward.

She stifled a yawn—the day had been long and exhausting. When she woke up that morning she had no idea that by the early afternoon, she would be on a train to Canterlot. But such a predicament had left her with only one direction in which to go.

Forward.

~ * ~

As the train finally arrived in Canterlot station, the sun was barely visible as it hid behind the peaking, mountainous landscape that surrounded the capital. For a Saturday afternoon, the station was packed.

Applejack’s brightly colored coat was unmistakably clear in a crowd of softly colored unicorns, who stood around the platform waiting for their ticket out of the bustling city.

“I daresay, Applejack, how would you like to join me for some tea?” asked Fancy as they got off the train.

“I can’t,” she replied bluntly. “I’ve already decided to meet Rarity right about now, that’s the whole reason I came.” She continued walking away.

“I see. Well, perhaps we could arrange a time that suits you then?” He lit his horn and a miniature notebook floated out of his other coat pocket, along with a short, sharp quill. “Would tomorrow morning be more preferable?”

“Fancy, I appreciate your offer and everythin’ but I’m just not interested. I set out to meet up with Rarity and that’s exactly what I ought to do.”

“I beg your pardon, I understand completely. I do hope you reconsider, Applejack—I would consider it a pleasure to further make your acquaintance.”

She turned to face Fancy as she perceived the eagerness in his voice; he genuinely wanted to see her again. “Look, if I ever change my mind, I’ll send Rarity your way with a message.”

She navigated her way through the crowd and out onto the busy and sleepless streets of the capital. It only took a moment of looking up and down the street for Applejack to find herself in yet another predicament: she was lost. It suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea where Rarity’s boutique was and in a city as large as this it could take hours to find it.

As luck would have it, Fancy was once again by her side. It would seem that she wasn’t about to lose him anytime soon.

“Perhaps I could be of assistance,” he proposed loudly as to make himself heard against the noises of the street.

She sighed and brought a hoof between her eyes. “All right, Fancy. I s’pose I could use some directions to Rarity’s place.”

“Why, of course, my dear. Now, shall we?” he asked once more, before stepping out onto the street.

Applejack obediently followed the stallion as he escorted her through the many winding and whimsical streets of Canterlot. It had been quite a while since she had visited the mountain city and for a good reason. The streets were much too crowded for her liking and most of the high society folk seemed a little too uptight.

Tastefully decorative shops and commutes lined the streets as vendors awaited an eager customer to purchase their wares. While they walked through the crowded street, Applejack noticed how the further they walked, the more up-market the shops became. Perhaps Rarity worked in a posh, high-end boutique at the upper end of Canterlot?

Every so often a dual-horsed carriage would rush past them and leave them slightly disoriented, while everypony was too busy snubbing their noses in the air to even notice that a brightly coloured earth pony was in their midst. Looking toward the sky, she noticed that sunset had befallen them; a spectacular display of orange and yellow hues filled the sky, reminding Applejack of home.

Home, she thought. Where the kitchen truly did tend to smell like cinnamon and apple in the evenings, where they all worked from dawn until dusk and in the fall there was always that warm, comfortable and yet reminiscent feeling of what home really was. Most of all, home was where she belonged and despite its destruction and unfortunate state, it was the very place she looked forward to going after a long day out in the fields.

She could almost taste Granny Smith’s unmistakable, trademark apple pie—in fact, she could smell it too. The smell of a warm, delicious apple pie wafted in and left her unable to ignore it. Applejack followed the scent and accidentally bumped right into a very annoyed looking vendor.

“Hey! Are you going to buy that or what?”

Applejack could just see the frustration in his face: beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he stood there, staring Applejack down.

“Ah no,” she quickly replied but still didn’t wander away from the stall. “Although, they sure do look delicious,” she continued as she savoured the smell. “I best be goin’ now.” She quickly rushed to catch up with Fancy Pants, who was quite a bit ahead by the time she turned around to see where he was.

“Is everything all right, my dear?” he asked as he caught sight of her returning to his side.

“Yeah, I was just catchin’ my breath.”

“That is indeed good to hear, because you will be relieved to know that we have almost arrived at our destination.” Fancy pointed a hoof slightly off to the side where a bricked upper level arched over their route. “Rarity’s boutique is just another few streets away but first, we must pass through that archway and into the upper avenues of Canterlot.”

Applejack looked where he was pointing and noticed a narrow path that would lead them where they needed to go. They walked on through the archway and for a brief moment, they were in darkness. But as they strolled out on the other side, the beautiful crimson sunset lit up the fashion district that was laid out before them. The entire street was a gorgeous array of fine boutiques and decorative hat shops. There was a cafe on the corner and just to the left of it was none other than Rarity’s boutique.

It was a chic little shop indeed. Fabulous designs were displayed in the window and there was a modest, subtle feeling of sophistication about the place that only grew stronger as they approached the boutique.

“Here we are: Rarity’s boutique. Now, I hope you have thought about my offer. Are you sure I cannot interest you in a cup of tea or two? Say, tomorrow morning perhaps?”

“Sure, why not? Thanks for bringing me here and everythin’.”

“No trouble at all, Applejack. Excellent. I shall meet you here at 10 o’clock. Now, I’d best be off. I’m sure you and Miss Rarity have an awful lot of catching up to do.” With those last words, Fancy wandered off into the afternoon sunset that made the street gleam in its lovely crimson light.

Applejack waited a few minutes before opening the boutique door, eliciting the chime of a ringing bell from somewhere inside. Almost immediately a voice called out: “Coming!”

A familiar white unicorn came rushing down the staircase, red glasses resting over her eyes as a distressed mane framed her face. A tape measure hung loosely around her neck. The mare’s eyes widened in surprise as she took in her friend’s sudden and unexpected appearance in her boutique.

“Applejack! It’s so good to see you! How have you been, darling?” She ushered her friend over excitedly. “Please, do come in and sit down. You look terribly exhausted,” she continued, an air of concern surrounding her.

“Well, I’ve been better, that’s for sure. Glad to see you again, Rares.”

As they walked through the boutique, Applejack took in the shop’s even more lavish interior. A chandelier hung overhead and plush curtains adorned the windows. Expensive looking furnishings were tastefully placed about the boutique and clothing filled numerous racks about the walls. There was a large three-way mirror on top of a platform to the right side and a changing room just to the left of it. The walls were covered in elegant wallpaper that matched the tone of the room.

Applejack followed Rarity to the back of the boutique where they emerged in a small kitchen. While the unicorn brewed some tea, Applejack took a seat at the table and let out a contented sigh at being able to rest.

There was a warm, cosy feeling about the place; the boutique wasn’t all that different from the one back in Ponyville, except for the fact that it was in a far more suitable location for her entrepreneurial friend. Now ponies from all over Canterlot could come and admire Rarity’s designs. The only downfall was that she wouldn’t see her friends as much. She wondered if Rarity missed her friends now that she was here. Then again, with how much work she had been receiving...perhaps her work kept it off her mind.

“So how are things up here in Canterlot?” Applejack said, looking up to find Rarity bringing a boiling pot of tea over to her.

“Oh well, you know. Business is good. I get a lot of high-profile clients and more customers than I ever would in Ponyville.” Rarity poured two cups of tea. “But I have missed you and the others so dearly. I was even considering coming home for a few days, but then I got the opportunity of a lifetime!”

She squealed with excitement, almost spilling the tea everywhere. She took a few deep breaths before continuing. “I was asked to design gala dresses for...the princesses! Apparently my style was so well suited for their needs that they just couldn’t resist asking me! Can you believe it, Applejack? First Manehattan, then Canterlot, and then Equestria!” she proclaimed loudly as though she were opening the Equestria Games.

“Gee, Rarity, that’s uh, pretty amazing I guess. I mean, I never woulda thought ya’d become so successful now that you’re here in Canterlot. Makes sense now that I think on it, though. I sure am happy for ya,” Applejack replied nervously, unsure of how to feel about her friend becoming a world famous fashion icon.

“Why thank you, Applejack, but right now I’m more concerned about you. I really am sorry that I couldn’t attend the funeral today. That said, I just want you to know that if you ever need somepony to talk to, I’m only a train ride away.”

Rarity took a seat at the table, and finally made eye to eye contact with her friend. “Is everything all right?”

Despite having been asked a question, Applejack still found herself hesitating before answering. “Yes, everything's fine, Rarity,” she replied coyly.

The pair sat in silence for a while as they drank their tea. She didn’t remember the last time she had shared a cup of tea with a friend but for once she was actually enjoying it.

“However did you find your way to my boutique, darling?”

Applejack’s thoughts suddenly turned to the long and tiring journey that she had just endured whilst in the company of none other than Fancy Pants. It was then that everything he had said and done left her wondering if Fancy had more than a simple tea party on his mind.

“Well, to be honest with ya, Rarity, I had a chance meetin’ with Fancy Pants and he was kind enough to bring me here.”

“Oh, did he now? That was most generous of him,” Rarity said, resting her chin upon her hoof.

“There’s somethin’ else I should probably mention to ya,” Applejack added, her eyes downcast as she played with her hooves.

“Please, do go on, my dear. Tell me all about this chance encounter with such a well established figure in high society.” Rarity leaned in as to better hear every excruciating detail.

“He was, uh—how do I put it?—he kind of asked me to join him for tea right after we got off the train,” Applejack confessed as a wide, excited smile grew on her friend’s face. “I wasn’t really sure what to think of his offer, so I waited ’til the end of the trip to give him my answer.”

“And what did you say? You did accept his offer, didn’t you?” Rarity asked eagerly.

“I said, ‘Sure, why not?’ It might be fun. After all, I wasn’t entirely sure what to say—I’ve never been asked to tea by a stallion before,” Applejack concluded, her eyes surveying the ceiling in thought.

“Well, Fancy Pants isn’t just any ordinary stallion.” Rarity’s eyes lit up. “And you know what that means now, don’t you?”

“No, what does having tea with Fancy mean?”

Rarity squealed once again and clapped her hooves. “It means you’re going to need a nice outfit for such a rare and momentous occasion! And I have just the right dress for you.” She led Applejack out of the kitchen and back into the front of the shop where she began searching through racks of clothes.

After a few minutes of busily searching, Rarity finally found the dress she was after. She held it out before Applejack; it had a blue and white diamond overlay with a pink, see-through silk underlay and a pink and blue bodor.

“Uh, Rarity, ain’t that the dress I wore when Trenderhoof came to Ponyville like, years ago?”

“Yes, which is exactly why you should wear it when you go out to tea with Fancy Pants. You should probably try it on first though, just to make sure it still fits.”

Applejack hesitated momentarily before she slowly took the dress off Rarity; the material was still in good condition and the silk underlayer hadn’t frayed. Despite having not been worn in a few years, the dress was as beautiful as she remembered. It made her wonder: What’s Rarity up to? And why’s she chosen this dress in particular? An uncertain feeling grew inside of her as she took the garment.

While Applejack tried the dress on in the changing room, the boutique’s bell chimed once more and an unexpected customer followed. “Good afternoon, Rarity,” spoke the voice.“I’m here to pick up those fabulous garments I ordered. I presume you have them ready?”

“Yes, just a moment please—I’m currently working with another customer. She’s just trying on some clothes and won’t be a minute,” Rarity replied, leaving her customer to wait at the front of the boutique. “Applejack, my dear, is everything all right? Once you’ve got it on can you come out and show me?”

After a few minutes, Applejack stepped out of the change room and in front of the large, three-way mirror that stood on a round platform. She gracefully twirled in front of the room, taking in her appearance fully.

“Oh, Applejack, don’t you look simply divine! Doesn’t she just look marvelous, Sapphire?”

“She looks like a real show stopper,” the Pony of Pop agreed. “I have to say, Rarity, you’ve done it again.”

“Why thank you, Sapphire. This was one of many dresses I made for the Ponyville Days Festival in years past. I’m just hoping it will be enough to impress the public eye tomorrow when she goes out to tea with Fancy Pants.”

“So that’s the occasion? Well, I wouldn’t worry about that. He has been saying that he’s been looking for a nice, simple young pony to settle down with. And I think she makes a perfect candidate.” Sapphire let out a chuckle, before standing next to Applejack in the mirror.

“The only thing left to figure out is her hair, but I’m sure I’ll come up with something,’ Rarity said as she pushed the messy, untamed hair into a loose bun on top of Applejack’s head. “Now, Sapphire, I shall return momentarily with your outfits. Please wait here.” In a second, she disappeared up the staircase.

“Hang on a minute.” Applejack turned to face Sapphire. “Do ya mean to tell me that some upper class pony like Fancy Pants is actually interested in a simple earth pony like me?”

“Why of course, darling! You are quite the catch if I do say so myself. I mean just look at you! You’re a strong, independent—and might I add gorgeous—earth pony who also just so happens to be available.”

“Well uh, I guess ya could put it that way. But there’s no way I could fall for a big shot like him! I mean, he doesn’t seem like the type of pony who would know how to run a farm.”

Sapphire walked up to Applejack in the mirror, inspecting every inch of the outfit as though she were critiquing a painting. “My my my, don’t you look divine! You’re gonna wow the Canterlot press with that dazzling gem of an outfit!” she exclaimed excitedly.

“Are you sure? I mean, it is just a simple outfit Rarity made for a small town show.”

“True, my lovely, but such a simple yet sophisticated look is so rare in high society fashion that you’ll steal the show wherever you go, moreso when in the company of Fancy Pants! I sure hope you’re ready for the limelight, because you’re rockin’ that hot little piece! Wow!”

While Applejack blushed from those words of encouragement, Rarity brought out the garments that Sapphire had custom ordered for her next big show. Each dress was an imitation of a different, brightly colored bird with a trail of feathers and a crowning jewel headpiece.

“They’re fantastic, Rarity! I can’t thank you enough for making them all so perfectly on such short notice. Now, I’d better go—there are still a lot of preparations in order before my big show at the Crystal Magnum Theatre tomorrow night! Oh, and would you mind if I left them here? I’ll have somepony swing by and collect them just before the show.”

“Of course, dear Sapphire,” Rarity said. The mare grinned and stepped out the front door, a tinkling chime filling the room again.

“What is this ‘Crystal Magnum Theatre’ she was going on about anyway?” asked Applejack in the wake of Sapphire Shore’s abrupt departure.

“Why, the Crystal Magnum Theatre is only the most prestigious and largest theatre in all of Canterlot! I hear that Sapphire’s show has been sold out for months! It’s where the highest Canterlot elites and royals are entertained, but at a price.”

Rarity sighed. “Attending a show there is shockingly expensive, which is why I’ve never been able to go. But now is not the time to worry about such things—we need to make you picture perfect for tomorrow!”

“Uh, picture perfect?” Applejack questioned. Rarity didn’t hear her.

Chapter 3 - Eyes Back, Hooves Forward

Generosity, My Dear Applejack

by Crystal Secret

Chapter 3 - Eyes Back, Hooves Forward

When Applejack arrived at Rarity’s boutique shortly afterwards, the ponyrazzi weren't far behind her. She ignored the closed sign and burst through the front door, startling the unicorn at her coffee table.

“Applejack, my dear, what are you doing back here so early?” Rarity ushered over to her friend. “Goodness! What happened to you? You’re an absolute mess!”

“No time for that, Rarity, ya gotta do somethin’. The ponyrazzi are on my trail and I need to leave here now,” Applejack blurted out as she tore off her ball gown and threw it to one side.

“Well, yes, but…darling, may I ask why the ponyrazzi are on my doorstep?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Applejack said as Rarity removed the bow from her mane. Besides, there’s no time to explain. I gotta go.” With the removal of her final accessories, Applejack grabbed her saddlebag and found her stetson hat.

“Oh, all right,” Rarity replied. “The back door is this way—follow me.” Rarity led Applejack through the boutique to a hidden metal door that opened up to the back street. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” she asked.

“Yes, I know my way back to the train station. I really am sorry, Rarity,” Applejack said, tearing up again. She wrapped her friend up in a quick, tight hug.

“Not a problem, darling. I just hope things improve for you.”

“They will. Goodbye, Rarity,” Applejack said as they shared one last embrace.

“Goodbye, Applejack. I’m sorry things didn’t work out tonight,” Rarity said before Applejack took off down the alleyway.

There was a loud knock on the boutique’s front door. Rarity composed herself, took a breath and trotted to the front of the boutique. When she opened the door, she was greeted by a swarm of cameras flashing and eager reporters standing outside.

“Where is Applejack?” asked one reporter.

“Why did she flee the Crystal Glass Hall earlier this evening?” asked another.

“Can you tell us—”

“No, I don’t know! She’s not here!” Rarity put her forehooves to her hips while leaning against her door. “Now why don’t you all pack up and go home? You’re disturbing the neighborhood!” she shouted angrily at the ponyrazzi before slamming the door.

~ * ~

As Applejack waited on the Canterlot train platform she begun to wonder what had brought her there in the first place. Was it because she had needed a change of pace? Perhaps she had merely decided on a whim that she wanted some grand adventure? No, she had wanted to return the money to Rarity and thank her for the thought, but instead was led off track by the well-established Fancy Pants.

Yet her intriguing little misadventure had led to this point. She should have returned home before the mayhem started, before Fancy Pants even had the chance to ask her out to tea. Or perhaps she shouldn’t have come here in the first place. Then again, if she hadn’t come she wouldn’t have known the irreplaceable experience of one’s first kiss... or the way it felt to be held in the arms of a stallion. Such things may never be experienced again.

“I thought I might find you here.”

Applejack stiffened as she was jerked from her musings, and turned her head to the unexpected voice. “Can’t you just leave me be?” she asked as the train came rushing past them, blowing her mane about.

An empty silence filled the air before Applejack boarded the train, half expecting Fancy to follow her, or call after her. To her surprise, he did neither of those things. Instead, he just stood there and watched longingly as the train pulled away from the station.

For a while, as Applejack stared out the window, her mind wandered off and she thought she might have made a terrible mistake in leaving Fancy on the platform. Alas, what was done, was done; now that her best night ever was over, it was time she returned home and started rebuilding her life. Canterlot had been quite the distraction...but a distraction nonetheless.

Yet in that moment, she realised for the first time that she didn’t really want to go back home. There wasn’t much of a home to return to, truth be told. Her thoughts turned once more to Fancy.

He’s probably already returned to the loneliness of been an upper class bachelor who hasn’t gotten anypony except for the ex-girlfriend that never truly loved him. Sure must be lonely at the top, I s’pose.

Applejack stared out the window; she could see the emptiness of the fields as a blanket of stars hung above them. In the distance a brilliant star shone in the night sky. It seemed to point toward Canterlot, the place where mares were treated to morning tea, ball gowns and concerts. It was the kind of place where memories were made and dreams came true. Yet there she was, alone in her compartment, listening to the chuffing of the steam engine as it chugged along in the dark and lonely night.

As the train steamrolled into Ponyville beneath the gleaming moon, Applejack’s heart sank. This was the last place she wanted to be right now, but it had taken two train rides and a day and a half of being with Fancy Pants to fully realise it.

After exiting the train with a lump in her throat and a heavy weight in her heart, Applejack slugged the entire way back home, through the empty Ponyville streets. As she stood just outside by the mailbox, she willed herself to take another step forward. Just the previous morning, she had been relieved to find herself in the safety and comfort of her beloved home. Now...it almost seemed like there was no use in trying to mend the damage done to the barn.

Applejack dragged herself up the winding path that led to the front door of the house, the full moon looming over with each forced step. When she finally reached the front door, it was still boarded up; evidently, not a soul had been there since she’d left. She unlocked the door and entered the dark and hollow room.

The door creaked slowly as she entered and not a thing had changed since she’d left. Lying on the kitchen table where she left it was her fascinator. Even the lights were off. Nopony had seen the dustiness of this room, nor had they done anything to alter it.
She climbed the staircase up to her bedroom, where she removed her saddlebag and stetson before laying down in her bed. A warm, cozy feeling washed over her as she realized how good it felt to be back in her own bed again. After a while she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

~ * ~

Applejack rose early the next morning so she could get a fresher start on the day. However, the events of the night before still played over in her mind. She rose a hoof to her forehead as the weariness of her fatigue took over.

Perhaps I just need some breakfast.

While in the middle of her apple pancakes, there was an abrupt knock on the door. Mildly confused and slightly irritated, she wondered who in Equestria it could be. When she opened the door, a charming and handsome looking stallion was waiting on the other side.

“What in tarnation?” Applejack did a double take. “Fancy, what are y’all doin here? Who said ya could come visit me on my farm anyway?”

“Good morning, Applejack. First and foremost, I am here to apologise for what happened last night. I assure you, I did not expect Fleur to make such a ghastly performance.” Fancy bowed his head and removed his hat. “It may not be any consolation, but Fleur is in a rather large amount of hot water, regarding her statements last night.”

“I should darn well hope so! Her comments were just plain disgustin’!”

“The press has also decided to leave you alone, at my most vehement request. Which brings me to my second point.” He raised his head and smiled right into Applejack’s eyes. “I would also like to fulfil the promise I made to you yesterday.”

“What promise?”

“This,” he replied. He took a step away from the door and extended a hoof out before him.

Applejack turned to look where Fancy was pointing. Behind him was a crowd of ponies all wearing a blue overall uniform and all holding various tools and equipment. Her mouth fell open. “What…did you really…?”

“These fine, hardworking stallions and mares are those workers I promised I would lend you. I have temporarily excused them from their day jobs to lend a hoof down here on Sweet Apple Acres. They are here to help you, Applejack.”

Fancy bowed before her. “That is, if you are willing to accept their help. We did have an agreement, after all.”

Applejack just stood and stared at the crowd of smiling, eager ponies. A wave of excitement grew inside of her. “Ya got a lotta nerve showin’ up with this here crew, Fancy Pants,” she said. But then the smile returned to her face. “You’re right, though—we did make a deal.”

She faced the multi-coloured crowd of unicorns. “All right, let’s get to work everypony!” she exclaimed as she reared up into the air.
“That’s the spirit, my dear!” Fancy nodded, then turned his own body to his workers. “You heard her everypony, get to work!”

With the order from Fancy, the eager crowd of ponies dispersed and began working to rebuild the farm. A group of stallions cleared away the ruins of the barn in order to make room to build anew, while other ponies proceeded to dig up dead trees. Still more ponies were planting seeds in their trails. Applejack had not seen such efficiency and order since the annual Winter Wrap Up the year before.

She made to join the workers, but found a hoof pressed to her chest after a single step. “No, Applejack,” Fancy said. “You, my dear, have already worked hard enough, and suffered enough through events that were not your fault. I insist that you relax and let us take care of everything.”

Applejack opened her mouth to protest, then thought better of it. She gave in and watched cheerfully as the barn went up and colour started to return to her world once more.

At that moment, the grey clouds overhead decided they could not hold their loads any longer. The rain was cool and wet as it tickled her mane and her coat. She closed her eyes and remembered how days like this had been far and few between; she did not even look up to notice that Fancy was slowly approaching her.

“I always did admire your rustic charm,” he confessed.

With those words, Applejack opened her eyes to look at him.

“Come here, you magnificent stallion.” She pulled him forcibly toward her and planted her muzzle to his. A warm, tingling sensation took over as their tongues collided in a ceremony of wet, slow kisses.

The moment seemed to last forever and yet, at the same time only a few seconds. She had never imagined that such a lovely summer romance could become of the unfortunate events that had occurred recently, but she knew with all her heart that this would not last. This wasn’t meant to be and it would only ever be a flimsy summer romance but at least it would make a good story to tell her foals someday.

As the rain started to let up, those thoughts drifted to the back of her mind as she enjoyed the moment. She could hear a roar of approval from the crowd of ponies and a new hope started brewing in her heart. Could this in fact work out after all? She didn’t know, and it didn’t matter. She was here now: she would live for now and dream for tomorrow.

The End

Author's Note

Sorry for the overly long wait on the last installment, I couple of things came up and I was rather preoccupied.

I really hope you enjoyed my story, its just a little story I wrote from the heart. However, it wouldn't be what it is today without my imitable editor; Cerulean Voice who was so kind as to put up with all of my shenanigans for a week and graciously edit for me. Not only that, but he also had a small hand in writing it. He was a brilliant editor, teacher and good friend. Please, give his stories the attention they deserve.

I would also really like to thank all the people who took the time out of their day to not only read, but also provide feedback as well. I'm really sorry about taking so long to post this but life has its bumps in the road.

Thanks for reading.

Crystal Secret

Chapter 2 - Crystal Halls and Starry Nights

Generosity, My Dear Applejack

by Crystal Secret

Chapter 2 - Crystal Halls and Starry Nights

It was only a few minutes after 10 o’clock the next morning when Fancy Pants showed up outside Rarity’s boutique. Thankfully, Applejack was already waiting nervously, but not with her usual getup. Her mane was styled up as little curls unfurled around a jewelled centrepiece.

“Applejack, what a pleasure to see you! And don’t you look radiant as ever.”

“Thank you, Fancy Pants. I just thought since I was goin’ about the town I might put somethin’ a bit nicer on.”

“I appreciate the thought. Come now, let us not waste the day,” he said as she followed him, walking close by his side.

They strolled out onto the bustling streets of the Fashion District. It was by far one of Canterlot’s finest. Large hats adorned the high heads of passers-by as the sun shone brilliantly above them; the clear sky and cool air made way for a day full of new and exciting experiences.

“There is a quaint little cafe not far from here. I thought we might be able to sit and converse for a while in the shade of an umbrella,” Fancy suggested as they walked down the street.

“That sure does sound nice,” Applejack replied.

The head of each pony they passed turned as to get a glimpse of the odd couple that took the stage of the Fashion District. Up ahead, Applejack could see a large red and white overhead banner that read Cafe Diem. Even from a few feet away she could already smell the ground coffee beans, the delicious food on offer, and as she drew closer, she could hear the noisy chatter and roars of laughter coming from inside. Wooden tables were spread around the outside of the cafe as a waiter came out and served freshly brewed coffee and doughnuts to a couple seated near the entrance.

Ponies watched on as they took seats at a table outside the cafe. Fancy ordered them a steaming pot of green tea while Applejack stared out at the busy street. Every so often, a passerby would pause to shoot them a second glance before continuing on their way.

“The weather is indeed nice today. The pegasi have done a most excellent job on making the skies clear. A little sunshine does make the day just that bit more pleasant, don’t you think?” Fancy asked, taking a sip of tea.

“Uh, sure. If you say so,” she replied bluntly as she continued to look out onto the street.

“I daresay, Applejack, you don’t seem all that chipper this morning. Is something bothering you?” He looked up from his cup.

“No,” she sighed. “I was just...just thinkin’ about everythin’ that’s happened lately and how nice you’ve been, escortin’ me first to Rarity’s, then takin’ me out to tea like this. To be honest, it made me wonder at what ya true intentions were in the first place.”

Fancy lit up with a brilliant smile.

“Rarity is always talking about you: she even told me of your predicament and wished so dearly that she could do more to help. To be perfectly honest with you, my dear, I have always quite admired her generosity and all the goodness she puts into the world.”

He took a sip of tea.

“Which is why I decided it was about time I did something charitable for another, hence my reasoning for taking you out to tea on this fine morning. I do hope you understand, Applejack—it’s the least I can do. After all, it does trouble me that a mare as strong and hardworking as you has befallen such a tragedy.”

Applejack just stared at him with wide eyes. Perhaps Sapphire Shores had mistaken his generous offer for a sign that he held some kind of feelings for her? At least now she knew the truth and therefore wouldn’t have to wonder about it any longer.

Her eyes faltered back to their usual, tired state as she took a sip of her tea. It was clear to her what Fancy’s true intentions were, but there was something rather unsettling about his whole explanation. She was probably overthinking it.

“Well, I do really appreciate your generosity and all, Fancy. But I gotta admit that I have a feeling there’s more to your story than that—you’ve brought me here for a reason and I wanna know why.” She perked an eyebrow mischievously.

“All in good time, my dear, but if I may ask just one question?”

“Go on,” she said eagerly as a wide grin spread across her face.

“Since your brother is no longer in the picture and your little sister has moved away, who remains to assist you in managing the Apple Farm?” Fancy frowned slightly and took another sip of tea. “For such a large area of land, it seems beyond the capabilities of a single pony.”

“What do ya mean?” Applejack’s smile began to fade.

“What I mean is you will obviously require a few extra ponies to lend a hoof. Now, I just so happen to have entire factories of labourers, whom I am more than happy to send down to Sweet Apple Acres. Of course, you need not worry about paying them—I will take care of that. I assure you that they can do just about anything you ask them to, all I need is your approval and I can have them by tomorrow morning.” He took a final sip of tea, draining his cup.

A few extra pairs of hooves? I could sure use the help. After all, the apple orchard is in ruins, the barn has collapsed and the soil is no longer fertile. Perhaps I should accept his offer. What’s the worst that could happen?

“I s’pose I could accept your offer. I mean, I could really use the help.”

“It is an agreement then,” he said, extending a hoof out to her. “I shall send twenty of my finest labourers to Sweet Apple Acres in the morning.”

Applejack took Fancy’s hoof and shook it firmly. At least now she could be a little more at ease about what was going to happen to her apple farm. It was almost as though a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Such a relief it was to finally be able to relax a little for the first time in days.

“There is, however, one more thing I would like to ask of you.” he began, unsure of how to say the next part.

“Go on,” she said with a nod of encouragement.

“Applejack, would you do me the honour of attending the Grand Charity Ball with me this evening?” he asked. A smile lit up his face.

“Shoot, I don’t know, Fancy. You’ve done so much for me already, I couldn’t possibly—”

“Please, I would love the pleasure of your company this evening. You are a delight to be around and I am positive you would have a wonderful time. After all that has happened to you, Applejack, I believe that such an activity could perhaps take your mind off of things for a while?”

Applejack hesitated for a moment. “Oh, all right. If ya insist on me coming.” She could find no real reason to refuse the gesture, especially since she'd already accepted his help.

“Excellent. Does seven o’clock suit you?” Fancy asked as they stood up from the table.

“Oh, sure. I mean, that sounds fine.”

“Well, I’d best be off—I have some business to attend to. Once again, Applejack, it has been a pleasure.”

With those final words Fancy wandered off down the street, while Applejack remained standing outside the cafe.

~ * ~

“How did it go, darling?” asked Rarity, not even looking up from her sewing machine as her doorbell chimed.

“It was...uh, pretty good if I do say so myself.” Applejack let out a chuckle.

“Please, go on, my dear. I insist you spare no details.” Rarity waved Applejack over as she walked through the front of the boutique.

“Well, he sorta asked me to the Grand Charity Ball tonight.” Her cheeks burned a bright, crimson red.

“The Grand Charity Ball! Why, next to the Grand Galloping Gala, that is the biggest event in Canterlot!” Rarity’s eyes lit up as she squealed with excitement. “And Fancy Pants asked you to attend as his guest! Do you know what that means?”

“Uh...that I’m going to a ball with Fancy?”

Rarity rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. “Yes, but you’re also going to need the perfect dress for the occasion! Come—we must prepare you for tonight.” She lit her horn and trotted off toward the change room, with Applejack attempting to splutter out a protest.

A moment later, Applejack was handed a pile of dresses and shoved into the change room. “Try them on, darling—I need to find just the right style for you. There’s only a few hours until the ball and there is so much to do!”

After an hour of trying on dozens of different dresses and Rarity critiquing them concisely before sending Applejack back into the change room, they finally found the perfect dress. She stepped up onto the platform and in front of the three-way mirror. The fabric shimmered as she ever so slightly turned on the spot.

The front of the dress was a soft purple, collared half-cape with a mauve bow and on her back was a yellow saddle with purple imprinting, while a heavy purple skirt with a wide golden border and a large mauve bow attached to the saddle rested on the skirt.

“Hmm…idea!” Rarity suddenly pulled Applejack’s hair into a ponytail at the back of her head, leaving out her bangs to frame her face. Applejack turned to admire her friend’s handiwork. She now had a little purple bow that completed the outfit nicely.

“Now don’t you look simply fabulous, darling?” asked Rarity, as she stood by her in the mirror.

“Gee, Rarity, I can’t say how thankful I am for all you’ve done for me. This dress really is somethin’,” Applejack said as she turned in the mirror.

“Don’t you like it? I think you look absolutely gorgeous in one of my finest ball gowns.”

“Of course I like it—I’ve never looked so beautiful in my whole life.” Applejack turned to face her friend as she began to tear up.

“Applejack, are you all right? Is something the matter?” asked Rarity, her own tears hidden behind her red frames.

“I’m fine, Rares..., I just wish Big Macintosh and Granny Smith coulda’ been here to see this. I always used to tell Granny she’d live to see the day I got all dressed up for a big night on the town. It’s a darn shame it is—she'da loved to see me in this dress,” she said calmly, sniffling in the mirror.

“Oh, Applejack. I’m so sorry to hear that.” Rarity embraced her friend. “I only hope that tonight you will enjoy yourself and not worry about anything else. It is your night to shine after all.”

“I guess you’re right, Rarity. Maybe I shouldn’t worry about that tonight, just enjoy myself and let go.”

“Absolutely. Now, we must make the final preparations!” Rarity giggled and clapped her hooves together.

“Uh, what might that be, exactly?”

“Oh, you’ll see.” Another giggle.

~ * ~

At precisely seven o’clock that evening, a lavish, open-topped pony-drawn carriage pulled up outside Rarity’s boutique. Shortly afterward, the doorbell chimed as Fancy Pants entered.

“Ah, Rarity, a pleasure to see you. Is Applejack ready for her grand night out?” Fancy took two steps inside.

“Of course, she should be down here in a moment,” she replied, not even looking up from her sewing machine.

“Sorry I’m late. I was just touchin’ up my make-up before I went out,” spoke a familiar voice.

Fancy turned to the voice, to be pleasantly surprised by Applejack’s presence as she came down the stairs. “Applejack, you look simply marvelous! The fine ponies of Canterlot will be in awe of your fashion sense. And of course, we must credit the designer who made it possible!”

He tipped his top hat to Rarity, who briefly paused in her sewing to beam up at him. “Now, shall we depart? After all, your chariot awaits!”

He swept his hoof out before himself with a step back. Together, he and Applejack—who mouthed a final thank you to Rarity behind her—walked out of the boutique and into the cool, summer night air.

Outside the boutique stood a beautifully decorated open carriage with two stallions at the front. Fancy opened the door and lent his date a hoof as she proceeded to gracefully step up and into the carriage. After she closed the door, the carriage began to slowly move forward.

“I hope you are ready for a splendid night on the town,” Fancy began as she looked up at the colossal amount of stars that hung brilliantly like a chandelier above them. The moon was full and bright as the carriage bumped slightly along the cobblestone street.
“First of all, I have prestige seating for Sapphire Shores’ concert at the Crystal Magnum Theatre before we dance the night away at the Grand Charity Ball, which is being held inside the Crystal Glass Hall.”

Applejack trained her growing eyes upon the stallion. “You’re taking me to two of the biggest shows in Canterlot tonight? Fancy, I don’t know what to say.”

“No need to thank me, my dear—you make for wonderful company and I’m sure you’ll make a fine dancing partner tonight at the ball. I also thought—since you have had such a difficult time recently—that you deserved a night just to let loose and have fun. Wouldn’t you agree? After all, you’re one of the few ponies who would fully appreciate my generosity.”

He took her hoof in his.

The warmth of his hooves set off a warm, fuzzy feeling inside Applejack; her cheeks burned a soft, buttercup pink. “Fancy, y’all are truly one of the nicest stallions I’ve ever met.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Applejack. I just hope you have a wonderful time tonight,” he replied as she rested her head on his shoulder.

A peaceful silence hung over them while the carriage rolled on through the quiet, sleepy streets of Canterlot. For the first time in a while, Applejack was entirely at ease. She could never have imagined—even hours earlier—that tonight she would be in the company of a wealthy and charitable business pony such as Fancy Pants, much less enjoying it.

The humble streetlights lit up the roads before them as they slowly approached the spectacular Crystal Magnum Theatre. It was a large, domed building with the roof made completely of glass. Two large doors marked the entrance as crystal pillars extended out, creating an area for valet parking. A queue stretched out the door and ran right down the street.

“There sure are a lot of pony folk here tonight,” Applejack observed as the carriage parked just outside the theatre.

“Yes, but most of them are not permitted to enter as they were either not invited or simply possessed insufficient bits to purchase a ticket,” Fancy explained as the carriage came to a stop. “I, on the other hoof, have a high enough status in society to enter regardless of whether I was invited or not. I also have a seat reserved—asked if I may reserve another for my special lady friend.”

He trotted down the three retractable steps and held out a hoof for Applejack, who stepped down from the carriage with his aid. As they walked up to the two grand doors that led inside, a young stallion dressed in a black tie suit ushered over to the door before opening them, bowing as he did so.

“My most sincere apologies, sir—I did not at all recognize the fabulous young mare standing at your side and therefore did not recognize you. It will not happen again.”

“That is quite all right. To be fair, I am not usually in the company of such a beautiful mare and therefore my identity may have been quite easily mistaken.” Fancy flashed a smile at the young usher while Applejack blushed and hid her face.

“Of course, thank you, sir. Please, do enjoy your night,” he replied before they entered the theatre.

Chandeliers hung from the ceiling as they walked through the entrance of the theatre. A reception desk was at one side of the room and a long hallway descended straight ahead, lined with portraits of famous singers and musicians. There was a set of large doors at the end of the hallway and two ponies who stood outside it, their only job being to open and close the doors all evening.

“So, there’s only one stage in this whole theatre?” asked Applejack as they approached the doors.

“Actually, there are many stages for all the different shows that are playing tonight.” Fancy pointed up at the ceiling. “There are six in total—it just so happens that Sapphire Shores’ show is being held in the Crystal Dome theatre upstairs.”

“If that’s so, then where does this here door go?”

“It leads to all the elevators that each ascend to their own different theatres.” Fancy ended his explanation as the stallions opened up the doors, leading them to a small, rectangular room.

Six gold elevators with the names of different theatres lined the room. Just above the large one in the middle was a gold plaque that read Crystal Dome. Fancy pressed the button for the elevator to come down. “We are quite fortunate to be in the Crystal Dome tonight. It is rare that ponies hire it for their shows, but Sapphire Shores is the ‘Pony of Pop’ after all.”

When Fancy and Applejack entered the Crystal Dome theatre, almost every seat was filled. Her eyes turned to the ceiling; the roof was made of clear glass, allowing them to enjoy the spectacular view of the night sky as they waited patiently for the show to begin.
They were led to their seats, reserved for V.I.P.s only. They had the best seats in the house as they sat high up on a balcony that overlooked the stage, giving them an advantageous view.

As Applejack sat down, she could feel the plush, soft seating beneath her. She looked around the theatre, casting her eyes upon the silk drapes that lined the open balconies, and a rosy red carpet that ran the length of the room. It was just like any other theatre except for the glass dome roof.

Suddenly, the curtain that was draped over the stage was lifted to reveal a brilliant flash of light that filled the room. Within an instant Sapphire Shores appeared before them, wearing one of the many different garments that Rarity had designed for her. The sequins shone and reflected off the glass and all around the room.

Applejack watched in awe as a colourful array of lights shone. It was then that Sapphire Shores began to sing. Her voice was amplified to the back of the theatre. She had such an upbeat tone and she could hit and hold the highest notes that Applejack had ever heard.

As the sixth song ended, a roar of approval filled the room and Sapphire Shores disappeared behind the curtain to change during the interlude.

“That was quite the impressive performance. I admire Sapphire’s extraordinary range—she is quite the young star,” commented Fancy as they waited for the next song.

“I haven’t heard such an amazin’ singin’ voice since Ponyville’s own Ponytones. They also knew how to put on a good show, but nothin’ like this,” Applejack replied.

“Yes, the use of the Magnum Theatre is ingenious! Ah, would you look at that: the stars are quite beautiful tonight.” Fancy gazed up at the night sky that arched over them. He took her hoof in his. “Yet they are no comparison to the beautiful young nova before me.”
He gazed into Applejack’s deep, emerald eyes before planting a soft kiss on the mare’s hoof, causing her cheeks to turn pink.

A few moments later, Sapphire Shores returned to the stage, greeted with resounding applause. While Sapphire continued to sing, Applejack felt a warm, comfortable feeling growing inside of her. Throughout the remainder of the set, she could feel her heart beat faster. When Fancy covered her hoof with his again, a tingling sensation shot up her leg.

The audience applauded as Sapphire took a final bow and roses were thrown onto the stage. Moments later, ponies began to shuffle out of the theatre.

“I hope you enjoyed that, Applejack,” Fancy said. They stood up from their seats, albeit reluctant to relinquish the plush feel of the expensive cushions. “I thought the entire show was absolutely spectacular. I’m rather glad you were able to join me.”

“It was truly amazing, Fancy. Thank you,” Applejack replied as they walked out of the theatre. “I sure am mighty lucky to have been able to see it. I guess it wasn’t somethin’ I’d imagine myself doing,’ ’specially with a stallion as…er…kind as you.”

The cool summer air met the pair with their retreat to the entrance. On cue, their carriage immediately arrived to meet them. Fancy helped Applejack into the carriage once again before they took off down the street, heading for the Crystal Glass Hall in the heart of the entertainment district.

~ * ~

After ten minutes of star-gazing and spotting constellations, they finally arrived outside the Crystal Glass Hall: its walls and roof were made of pure glass and held together with metal frames melded into the glass. A stone sculpture of a mare and stallion dancing stood proudly in the centre of a flowing fountain, situated just outside the hall.

“Wow,” Applejack breathed as the carriage drew nearer to the entrance.

“Quite a sight, is it not? The architect that designed it was commissioned all the way from the Crystal Empire, which explains the unique design. It was built shortly after the return of the Crystal Empire, you see: the princesses thought it might be nice if Canterlot had its own monument to symbolise their appreciation and diplomatic friendship.”

Fancy beamed at Applejack. “A building made entirely of glass in the capital...it truly is a glorious work of art.” With those words, their carriage stopped outside the entrance.

“It sure is. You said the architect was from the Crystal Empire?” Applejack asked as Fancy helped her step down from the carriage once more.

“Yes, he was quite a peculiar young fellow. I had the pleasure of meeting him on one occasion for tea. He shared a most curious story with me that day: he had decided one morning after watching a crystal chalice crumble before him that he wanted to become an architect.”

“You sure do get around,” Applejack said while the glass doors were opened and they walked inside.

“Of course, my dear. Still, it is purely a perk—and at the same time a requirement—that I meet and greet important ponies such as architects and musicians. Having the pleasure of making their acquaintance allows me to make important business decisions based on the needs and wants of the majority.”

When Fancy finished his spiel, Applejack nodded and took a glance around the room; she noticed how the crystal chandeliers burned brilliantly, filling the room with light as ponies danced in time to the classical music that was been played by the symphonic band that stood up at the back of the room. Moonlight reflected off the marble flooring as they made their way across the floor.

When they approached the centre of the room, other ponies turned to catch a glimpse of the unusual couple that had suddenly made their appearance with such refined elegance. Ignoring the peering eyes of the ponies around them, Fancy bowed before Applejack before extending a hoof out toward her. She hesitated a brief moment, looking around at the lingering glances, though finally she took it graciously.With a somewhat cheeky grin, Fancy gave her a little twirl, causing her skirt to spin.

Placing her head on his shoulder, they began their slow, heartfelt dance as the crowd whispered quietly. The harmony of the music and the beauty of the night made the moment truly special, yet Applejack could still feel dozens of judgemental eyes watching her as she danced with one of Canterlot’s most eligible bachelors.

“Ah, Fancy...there are ponies starin’ at us,” Applejack noted as they finished dancing.

“Release your worries, my dear,” Fancy whispered softly in her ear. “They are simply so in awe of your rustic beauty that they just had to turn around and know for sure that there really is an exquisite young mare dancing with me tonight.”

“I guess you’re right. There really is nothin’ to worry about,” she replied as they walked through the crowd and onto the middle of the dance floor.

The music picked up and a faster, more upbeat tempo filled the air. The crowd of ponies surrounding them began dancing once more as the room filled with life. Fancy grabbed a hold of Applejack’s waist and began to lead her in a circular pattern around the room. Every so often he would release her into the air and bring her back down on his other side.

Applejack had never attempted ballroom dancing before, though as the night wore on and Fancy quickly taught her the steps, she found herself wishing that the night would never end. The music was a barrier that prevented her from hearing some outraged shouts coming from across the room. Her only thoughts were on where to put her hoof next as she locked eyes with Fancy
.
As the final note played, Fancy lowered Applejack nearer to the ground—keeping a firm grip around her waist—and planted a deep kiss on the mare’s rosy lips.

Surprised by the stallion’s bold move and unsure of what to do next, Applejack hesitated momentarily before wrapping her forelegs around the stallion’s neck. A crowd of nearby ponies applauded.

To Applejack, the kiss felt like magic, like floating on cloud nine. A flurry of emotions erupted inside of her as she slowly opened her eyes, only to find Fancy already staring back into her own. She had never experienced such a wonderful feeling grow inside her as the stallion opened his mouth to speak. However, he was rudely interrupted by an approaching pair of stomping hooves.

“Fancy! What in Equestria are you doing with this ground-dweller over here?” shouted an obnoxious and annoyed tone.

All heads turned to the voice: Fleur Dis Lee stood barely a metre away from the pair. Not only that, she was accompanied by hot-shot fashion designer, Hoity Toity, and Photo Finish, who had already captured the romantic moment the couple had just shared.

“Who’re y’all callin’ ground-dweller?” Applejack exclaimed angrily at the mare. “And who do y’all think you are anyway? Y’all can’t just waltz in here like that and start callin’ ponies names, ya know!”

Fleur scoffed. “You don’t know who I am, do you? I’m Fleur Dis Lee, the very marefriend of the stallion of whom you are now getting your disgusting, barbaric hooves all over!”

“Marefriend? You ain’t nopony’s marefriend! Fancy told me you two broke up!”

“Broke up?” Fleur brought a hoof to her mouth. “Fancy and I did not break up! We simply had a lover’s quarrel. I couldn’t possibly stay mad at my darling Fancy now, could I?”

“Fleur, my dear, if we had a ‘lover’s quarrel’ then what was with you calling me an ‘egotistical bastard’ and stomping off at that last party?” Fancy said, standing in front of Applejack. “We can discuss this later, but right now you are ruining the first truly enjoyable night that my date has had in years.”

“Oh, you mean this pathetic commoner?” Fleur scoffed and pointed at the piece of orange still visible behind Fancy; Hoity Toity made quite a show of attempting to straighten his neck tie. “I’m surprised you even consider her worthy of being among superiors such as us. Why, even in that outfit, she’s as plain as the forehead over her face.”

“All right, that’s it!”

Applejack leapt from behind Fancy Pants and threw herself in Fleur’s direction. Cameras flashed rapidly as the fight broke out: Photo Finish and her entourage were eating it right up.

“Applejack, wait!”

Fancy tried to intervene but was too late: Applejack had already bucked Fleur hard in the chest, sending the mare flying backwards. Fleur landed on top of the buffet table and tipped the punch ball on top of her, staining her pure white coat. As all of this occurred, gasps escaped the audience and cameras continued to flash.

“You’re just a good for nothing, barbarian farm pony that has no place in high society!” screamed Fleur as she rose to her hooves and ran towards Applejack.

Applejack could feel her blood boil with rage. “Well you’re just a stuck-up, no good, upper class bit-digger!” she shouted back, holding her ground on the dance floor.

“We’ll see about that once I’m done with you,” Fleur snarled. A light pink aura surrounded Applejack and in an instant, she was sent flying across the room. Fancy stepped in quickly and cast his own magic, catching his date in his arms before dropping her gently. Applejack shakily rose to her hooves.

“Fine! I’ll leave you two superiors in peace!” she cried out before running out of the glass hall. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fled from the flashy venue.

“Applejack, wait!” Fancy called out after her but his cries went unheeded as the distraught mare quickly got into the carriage, ordered her destination to the coach ponies and took off down the street.