“I don’t really see how that helped,” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Well this is Rarity we’re talking about, she probably has an ulterior motive we just don’t know about yet,” Twilight said. Rarity’s solution was dragging Eric to the fabric store for two hours while she picked out $800 worth of different fabrics and accessories and $1100 sewing machine. She’s been locked upstairs ever since.

“Whatever the reason I’m exhausted, I trust her judgement I mean she does run her own business after all,” Eric said. They all agreed as Eric fell into the corner of the sofa dozing off in a matter of seconds.

“I would love to know how he falls asleep so quickly,” Twilight said.

“It’s not that hard, watch,” Pinkie Pie said. She planted herself next to Eric scooting closer until their sides touched. She leaned her head against his and sure enough about a minute later she was snoring fast asleep.

“You know I’m pretty whipped too,” Rainbow said sitting lying down with her head in Pinkie Pie’s lap.

Fluttershy smiled lovingly at them, “I suppose we should have left overs tonight then,” she said quietly moving to the kitchen. The three remaining ate the last of the butternut salad and onion soup quietly in the dining room. After which Fluttershy sat on the packed couch not wanting to attempt sleeping through Rarity working. She slid her long silken leg behind everyone resting against the opposite corner to Eric gently pulling Rainbow Dash against her breast. Applejack and Twilight sat on the bench in the backyard so as not to disturb the sleep train.

“Ya think Rarity is gonna sell the stuff she’s makin. Ah’ve almost no doubt that’s what she’s plannin’,” Applejack asked.

“I was considering that same possibility, but there is one fatal flaw,” Twilight said.

“That bein’?” Applejack asked.

“Most of Rarity’s success came from her notoriety, ponies knew the dresses were hers. Sure you can see an attractive gown and think it would look good on you, but what really sold hers shortly before we came here was knowing it was a Rarity,” Twilight said.

“So what yer sayin’ is-” Applejack started.

“The humans don’t know Rarity’s guaranteed quality of work, so why would they buy it when there are thousand of designer options, it doesn’t make a lot of sense,” Twilight said. They sat in silence for a minute before Applejack thought to console Twilight.

“That all may be true, but Ah don’t think Rarity would go blind into a project without some sorta plan. Ah think we just need to trust her on this one,” Applejack said.

Twilight sighed, “Well if you trust her than I do too, who knows maybe she’ll make a name for herself here.”

At the end of the month Eric was going over the bills and realized that he would have to sacrifice some comforts or start eating into his savings. He was in his basement forge sitting shirtless on a stool behind a work bench. “I guess I can start making some more replicas,” he said dreading the thought. He loved forging, but he hated making replica blades. He sighed, put his shirt one and went back upstairs. He held off on telling the girls until everyone was in the living room for dinner. Waiting for Rarity to show up he checked the mail and found a medium manilla envelope ready to burst from being overpacked.

“Is it here, did it arrive?” Rarity asked urgently scaring the crap out of Eric.

“Jeez Rarity!” Eric said after his heart started back up. He looked at the parcel and sure enough it was addressed to Rarity so he gave it to her.

“Ah hahahahaha!” Rarity giggled excitedly running back into the living room. Eric smiled and rolled his eyes. He sighed and walked into the living room with all six of his favorite girls sitting there.

“Alright, so it’s come to the point where we need to start making some cutbacks,” he said sounding like a corporate supervisor about lay off his workers.

“Before you say anything else I’d like to show you something,” Rarity said. Everyone looked at her and she handed Eric something he couldn’t believe. It was a massive wad of hundred dollar bills.

He counted it twice, “This is $10,000, Rarity where in the world to you get this much money?” Eric asked.
Rarity revealed the laptop under her arm. She opened it showing them a file she created filled to the brim with sketches and pictures of her creations. Eric noticed the backdrop for the dresses was the primer colored wall of the upstairs bedroom.

“Rarity how did you get so much popularity so fast?” Twilight asked.

“Well, there are apparently hundreds nay thousands of people who have been trying in vain to recreate my designs in a human fashion, so I thought to myself why don’t I just do it myself and sell them!” she said. The whole room was quiet with awe and wonder. “Don’t get me wrong I had to do a lot of convincing by calling and faxing people I’ve never heard of not to mention all the work. That’s why I needed a new sewing machine, as it would happen the thirty year warranty on your mother’s machine expired ehh . . . ten years ago,” Rarity said. Now that she mentioned it Eric remembered that his mother didn’t buy her machine it was handed down to her from his great grandmother.

“But still $10,000 is as much as I make in a month, excluding the sewing machine we only got you a little less than $1000 worth of supplies,” Eric said.

“I applied the rules of Rarity: Time, Love, and Couture. After that there wasn’t any competition. It’s sad in a way, no one really hand makes garments anymore so after having a few video chats with my clients I personalized, tailored and beautified my original designs and they paid handsomely for them. One even suggested I start my own website! Ooh I’ll call it Rarity’s international Couture Carousel!” Rarity beamed happily.

Applejack smiled and crossed one leg in front of the other, “That name sure is a mouthful,” she said.

“Ah well, I will have to shorten to , but the idea is the same. So, may I continue with my work Eric dear?” Rarity asked.

Everyone looked at him, “You don’t need to use that silky sweet voice to try convincing me I was already going to say yes,” he said.

Rarity yelped happily pulling him into a tight hug. “Thank you so much, you won’t regret it I promise!” she said.

“Just remember to get your name brands copyrighted otherwise someone WILL steal them,” Eric said.

“I can take care of that,” Twilight said.

“Yes well in the meantime I have a surprise for everyone,” Rarity sung.

Rarity’s surprise was seven reservations at the Arden Hills Spa. Apparently she actually made $12,000, but she wanted to use part of it to have a spa day with everyone. Eric and Applejack weren’t exactly up for that so they went to lunch in the resort’s restaurant instead. The staff had been bribed to secrecy when it came to wings, tails and horns and honestly considering how sweet they all were and how naturally terrifying Eric was they were more than happy to keep the secrets. Just in case though Eric snuck in a razor edged hardened carbon fiber hunting knife through the metal detector.

“Hoo wee, the eats here sure are good!” Applejack said happily digging into a cob salad. Something no one expected happened next, a waiter pushed a cart along with a steak on it still steaming. “What is that delicious smell?” Applejack asked as it wafted by.

“Uh, I don’t think you would appreciate that,” Eric said.

“Why?” She asked.

“It was a steak . . . cattle meat,” Eric said. Applejack was silenced for a moment before she mulled something over in her head.

She took a deep breath and sighed, “Humans are carnivores right?” She asked.

“Yes,” Eric said warily.

“Well then ya’ll get something with meat in it and . . . A-Ah’ll try it,” she stammered.

“Are you sure, I don’t want to you to-” Eric started.

“Just do it before Ah lose mah nerve,” she ordered. Eric ordered a Steak and Frites for himself and ten minutes of silence passed before it arrived. Eric cut in and took a bite half expected Applejack to gag at the sight of the blood. She-however-looked quite the opposite. Eric cut a small bite and held it out to her.

She took the fork the ate it. Chewing carefully and slowly she savored the meat and swallowed rolling her eyes. “That didn’t taste anythin’ like I thought it would, it was amazin,” she said. The finished the meal together and sat in meaty bliss. The funny thing is that Eric recalled several occasions when he had much better steak. Admittedly it was decent, but considering Arden Hill’s wasn’t recognized specifically for their meat locker he would let it slide. “Eric?” She asked.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t tell Fluttershy.”

The next Sunday Eric and Rarity got a twice the fabric they did last time and Rarity decided to cut her work time to eight hours a day instead of the sixteen she had been doing at first. The upstairs bedroom had basically turned into Rarity’s inspiration room. Eric got her a laptop of her own so the rest of them actually had one to use again. Rarity working full-time basically doubled the income of the house so the previous cutbacks were a thing of the past. It also gave the girls the idea to work as well. Everyone started looking up jobs that fit their skill level.

“Um, it looks like the animals in this world are the same as in Equestria, so maybe um, I could be a Veterinarian,” Fluttershy mumbled.

“You really have that much practice with animal health?” Eric asked.

“Of course she does, she is technically a doctor for animals back home she just doesn’t like the title Doctor Fluttershy,” Rainbow Dash said.

“Oh no, it’s really just that I know all about their health and the medicine they would need. I couldn’t perform surgeries or anything. I don’t think I could handle doing the cutting, but maybe I could help someone else?” Fluttershy asked.

“Hmm, I think you should do what you can here at the house and branch out from there,” Eric said. Eric was trying to slowly integrate the girls into society without causing mass confusion or a government problem. More or less he just wanted people to look past the fact that they weren’t normal. He knew that was literally impossible, but he felt the need to try it anyway.

“We’re out of Apples again,” Pinkie Pie called from the kitchen breaking Eric’s daze.

“Again? I just got like five pounds two days ago,” Eric said. Everyone in the room looked at the ceiling or their feet guiltily. Eric had to remember that some traits from Equestria carried over more strongly than others and apparently the pony’s love of apples was a REALLY strong trait. “Ugh, that’s it I’m going to Apple Hill this wednesday and getting a metric ton. Maybe then they’ll last longer than a week,” he said skeptically.

“What’s Apple Hill?” Applejack asked.

“You know what, how about you come with me on Wednesday and I’ll show you,” Eric said getting an idea.

Author's Note

Sorry about the nitty gritty stuff. All those crazy genres I tagged will come into play I just need to get everyone settled into real world life first.