Rarity was hunched over slightly, her stool taken by her friend Applejack who sat in the corner of the room, a cold, furious expression on her face as the fashionista tried her best not to look at the farm girl and instead focus on her work. "Are you going to stare at me like that all day?" Rarity asked a slight tremble in her voice as her friend's glare seemed to make her nervous, making her hands shaky and making it very difficult for her to finish the dress she was working on.
"Ah still don't understand why ah have to be here..." Applejack grumbled. "Ah'm supposed to be helping mah family with work on the farm!"
“Because darling.” Rarity replied. “I need to get your measurements and make sure I get just the right colours to match your skin tone.” She then returned to her work table and began overlooking the cluttered table top. “Now where did I put my tape measure?”
"Y'have measured me before, ya know," Applejack muttered. "Ya'll think ya'd keep a record of mah measurements."
Rarity blushed at that moment, tensing up as she once again turned towards Applejack, smiling nervously. “Um I… I used to but… Well.” Thinking quickly Rarity thankfully found an excuse she was so desperately in need of. “R-Remember when Twilight spent the entire day organizing my workshop to avoid going home?”
"How could ah forget?" Applejack replied. "Before that, she was helping me all day with the farm work."
“Yes well, she also tried to alphabetize my book of regular customers measurements but… wellllll.” She rolled her eyes away from Applejack causing the farmgirl to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Well, what?" Applejack asked leaning in closer. "What happened?"
“She burnt out and drooled all over the pages… every last one was lost and I’m still trying to recover them all.” Rarity answer shrugging and smiling nervously, while this was true, Rarity had told a slight fib in saying that ‘all’ the measurements had been lost, only the one page Twilight had passed out on was and she had already re-measured those clients. “And um… to be honest darling.” She continued rubbing the back of her neck nervously. “Lately you’ve been looking a little… um… bigger.” At this Applejack’s face went red with wide but still furious eyes.
"B-Bigger?!" Applejack suddenly stood up. "Rarity! Are y’all suggestin' ah'm fat?!"
“N-No no!” Rarity replied quickly waving her hands out infront of her. “I-I just meant um, well you’ve… matured since then.” Rarity sighed with relief internally, in the back of her mind a voice in her head said. ‘That’s it Rarity, crisis averted.’ However the still rather sceptical expression of her friend made her opinion quickly change. ‘She’s not buying it! She’s going to hate me! What have I dohohooone?!’ even in her head, Rarity was an incredible drama queen.
"Matured?" Applejack narrowed eyes. "Whut do ya'll mean by that? Ah don't like the sound of it..."
“W-well um.” Now Rarity was in trouble, how could she say it without upsetting her? “A-all I mean darling is… um… well you see the fact of the matter is that your… curves have… grown a little since last time.” As AppleJack’s eyes widened even more, the anger draining out of them for pure wide eyed shock, paired with a blush that screamed embarrassment, Rarity felt as if she had been dropped into a large vat of boiling water. ‘ohno! ohno! ohno!’ she mentally panicked, as Applejack composed herself, returning to her sceptical expression and walked over to Rarity the seamstress couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps she could have handled that with a bit more elegance.
"Mah curves?" Applejack asked, hands on her hips as she gave a cold stare to her friend. "Wh-What are y’all bringin' up mah curves for?"
Rarity’s face flushed, turning bright red. “W-well I!” Rarity stammered then summoning up all her courage she simply blurted out. “Well I’m a designer darling, it’s inevitable for me to make at least some mention of a clients body since that’s what the entire ensemble revolves around, I need to make sure it’s not too small, not too big doesn’t make them look ridiculous or is made of some gaudy fabric like de-!” Rarity cut herself off remembering that the farm girl infront of her was currently wearing a skirt made of the fabric she stopped herself from saying.
Applejack growled. "And just ‘what’ is wrong with denim?" She said in a challenging and rather aggressive tone.
“N-Nothing!” Rarity defended attempting to calm her friend. “I-It’s just well I-“ Rarity was quickly cut off as AppleJack poked at her chest with yet another furious outburst.
"Ah'll have y'all know that denim is a sturdy and reliable material! This skirt has lasted a lot longer than any of mah other clothes; this is mah third shirt!" Applejack said, defending her choice of fabric, tugging on her shirt. “The only thing that’s lasted longer than that are mah boots and mah hat!”
“Well while I will admit that’s an admirable quality darling all I meant was-“ But before Rarity could finish she was once again interrupted by her outraged friend as she continued her rant.
"And another thing! It's a more practical and less delicate than some hoity-toity fabric like silk is!" Rarity’s eyes widened before narrowing to a face everyone knew all too well, that was the last straw.
“What… was… that?!” Rarity snapped leaning forward to be face to face with Applejack as she stormed angrily towards her. “I will have ‘you’ know that silk is one of the most elegant and perfect fabrics known to man! It is smooth and soft to the touch! Displays an air of sophistication and class! And I will have you know is entirely what the clothes I am currently wearing are ‘made’ of!” Applejack’s rump bumped into Rarity’s work table as she quickly ran out of room to back up in, Rarity standing a little too close for comfort, both girls exceedingly furious with one another.
"'Sophistication and class?!' Ha! More like snootiness and snobbery! which is what describes y’all to a T!" Applejack yelled back. "Not to mention it's flimsy and weak, much like you!"
“Well I never! I will have you know I am not flimsy! I am delicate, as a girl should be! Unlike you, you dirty ruggish tomboy! You make ‘Rainbowdash’ look feminine! And another thing! Do you ‘ever’ brush your hair?! It looks like a rat’s nest!”
"Now you listen to me, ya little waif!" Applejack was really getting annoyed now. "Ma hair is just fine! And delicate?! Where ah come from it's another word for weak! Ah know what hard work is, unlike you! UGH! Ah dunno why ah’m friends with ya sometimes, y’all're nothin' but a - AH!!!" Applejack cried out in surprise as she suddenly tripped, grabbing onto Rarity’s shoulder for support but only pulling her down with her.
The two of them landed on Rarity’s work table, Applejack landing on her back with Rarity ontop of her, both of them wide eyed and blushing madly.
There was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on for about an hour or so, then finally the silence was broken as Rarity stammered. “O-oh dear!” she squeaked bashfully.
"Ngh..." Applejack grunted slightly, unsure of what to do or say.
“U-um well… Th-this is awkward.” Rarity said chuckling nervously, then as she stared directly into AppleJack’s eyes, she suddenly found herself entranced in a way she had not been by even the most beautiful sights her eyes had ever beheld. Scratch that, those sparkling emeralds were the most beautiful, dazzling and spectacular things Rarity had ever seen in her life. “Uh A-Applejack… I.” Rarity stammered softly, rendered speechless as she lost all sense of the world around her. For that moment, there was only Rarity, Applejack and the table.
"Y… Yeah Rare?" Applejack asked, fumbling for words as she stared back into Rarity's own sparkling sapphire blue eyes.
“Um… W-well it’s just y-your… your eyes.”
“W-what about em?” Applejack asked.
Rarity blushed. “Th… they’re beautiful.”
Applejack blinked a few times, unsure of weather she’d heard her properly. “B-beg yer pardon sugar cube?”
“Y-you heard me.” Rarity said, her tone shaky and a little timid. “Your eyes are the most spectacular, stunning, amazingly beautiful things I’ve ever seen and… and I think I love you.”
Applejack’s blushed intensified and her pupils shrank to pinpricks making her eyes look even larger by comparison. “W-wha?!”
“You heard me!” Rarity said suddenly a little less embarrassed, infact, saying it out loud gave her a sort of, powerful feeling, as if there was nothing she couldn’t do, so utilizing this newly found confidence she repeated herself. “I love you! There I said it, Applejack! I love you, you perfect orange idiot!”
"R… Rarity..." Applejack said in an unsure breathy voice... then she pulled Rarity closer, kissing the fashionista passionately on the lips.
Rarity’s eyes widened as she felt all the energy slowly drain from her body and as she slowly closed her eyes, she leaned in and returned the kiss, resting her hands on Applejack’s shoulders as she raised one leg behind her in a haze of intensive bliss.
As the two finally parted lips to catch their breath, small smiles crept along both of their faces as they panted heavily and staring deeply into each other’s eyes. “My ‘hah’… that was ‘hah’ wonderful.” Rarity said now completely supporting herself on Applejack, not even caring about how her hair had been slightly messed up as Applejack ran her fingers through it.
“Mhhh ya know ‘hah’… ah never noticed how soft yer hair is.” Applejack said, her chest rising and falling as her breathing became heavier.
Rarity blushed at the compliment. “Well… ‘hah’… not nearly as soft as your skin.” Rarity admitted shyly.
“Well ‘hah’ maybe ya’ll should spend less money on those fancy mud baths and just ‘hah’ come on down to the farm, y’all’d get one fer free.” She chuckled, smiling as Rarity gave a slight titter at her playful joke.
“Mhhhh… I might just have to take you up on that.” Rarity sighed as she rested her head on AppleJack’s chest, closing her eyes as she listened to her steady, slightly elevated heartbeat.
Applejack’s smiled widened ever so slightly as she gently placed a hand on Rarity’s head, tenderly stroking her soft purple hair. “Hm… ah’d like that.” She said softly, then raised her eyebrow as Rarity didn’t respond, normally she’d always have to get the last word in. “Uh Rare?” then Applejack chuckled again as Rarity gave the cutest little snore Applejack had ever heard. “Heh, sweet dreams sugar cube.” Applejack said softly, making sure to keep her voice down as much as possible, then being as careful as she could, leaned in slowly and kissed Rarity on the top of her head.
"Now you listen to me, ya little waif!" Applejack was really getting annoyed now. "Ma hair is just fine! And delicate?! Where ah come from it's another word for weak! Ah know what hard work is, unlike you! UGH! Ah dunno why ah’m friends with ya sometimes, y’all're nothin' but a - AH!!!" Applejack cried out in surprise as she suddenly tripped, grabbing onto Rarity’s shoulder for support but only pulling her down with her.
The two of them landed on Rarity’s work table, Applejack landing on her back with Rarity ontop of her, both of them wide eyed and blushing madly.
There was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on for about an hour or so, then finally the silence was broken as Rarity stammered. “O-oh dear!” she squeaked bashfully.
"Ngh..." Applejack grunted slightly, unsure of what to do or say.
“U-um well… Th-this is awkward.” Rarity said chuckling nervously.
"Y-yeah." Applejack agreed as the two simply stared at each other. "Uh R-Rare." the currently paralyzed cowgirl stammered.
"Y-yes Applejack?" Rarity stammered back the two locking eyes and neither daring to look away or even blink.
"Y-yer hands on mah shoulder... A-and yer grippin me aweful tight."
"Oo!" Rarity, realizing what she was doing, quickly retracted her hand, placing it on the desk and then rethinking, takes the opportunity to lift herself upright and take a few steps back from Applejack. "I-I am dreadfully sorry darling I-I didn't hurt you did I?"
"H-hurt? me?" Applejack asked as she slowly lifted herself to her feet. "N-Nah, o'course not." she assured her friend pulling her Stetson down to cover her eyes, face still as red as a shiny ripe apple "Y-y'all know me sugar cube, heheh... T-tough as nails." she bragged or tried to, failing at hiding how awkward she felt as she rotated the shoulder Rarity had been leaning on.
"Ah." Rarity replied, hands behind her back and face a soft pink, equally uncomfortable about what had just transpired. "W-well then um." she cleared her throat and took a step to the side gesturing to the door. "Ahem w-well that's all i need from you Applejack, y-you can go. I-if you want that is!" Rarity added rather panicked, not wanting to make the situation any worse than it already was.
Applejack gave a subtle nod of her head as she lifted her hat up to see where she was going. "R-right." she made her way towards the door hesitantly, each step felt like someone had slipped a heavy weight into both of her boots. Applejack paused only briefly as she passed Rarity, noting the discomfort that showed on the fashionista's face and in her body language. "Uh.. say Rare?"
"Hm?" Rarity lifted her head to look at AJ. "Y-yes, Applejack?"
"W-we don't gotta tell nobody about this... right?" she asked timidly.
Rarity gave a soft, forced chuckle. "Y-yes, hmhm... I-I mean no, no no ofcourse not heavens no eheheheh." if it was physically possible Rarity swore she felt more awkward than anyone in the history of the human race. "W-well i'll see you later Applejack." Rarity said, panicking and jsut eager for AJ to leave before this day got any weirder.
"R-right." Applejack replied with another nod. "See ya around sugar cube." she said tipping her hat with a rather Fluttershy style smile in the corner of her mouth.
as the bell above the door sounded Rarity breathed a sigh of relief and fell back onto her fainting couch located in the corner of the room. "Uuugh! good heavens that was dreadful." she said feeling all the energy flee her body, leaving her limp and exhausted, sprawled out on the elegantly designed piece of furniture. "I should hope nothing like THAT happens when Rainbowdash comes in tomorrow for her measurements." Rarity gave a long exasperated sigh. "Who am i kidding?" she asked no one in particular, her palm colliding with her face, covering her eyes. "If i can even get her to hold still long enough it would be a miracle."
Author's Note
yeah so some readers didn't like the origonal ending so here's an alternate one for those people
for those who like the origonal ending I tip my hat to you
Applejack: Hey! that's mah hat!
WHOOPS! GOTTA GO! WOOP! WOOPWOOPWOOP! WOOP WOOP WOOP!
Applejack: Why you! GET BACK HERE YA NO GOOD VARMINT!
