The Labors of Applejack

by Dreadnought

Rating: everyone
Tags: Starlight Glimmer, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Main 6, Applejack, Comedy
Length: 8308

Applejack must teach her friends the true meaning of the holidays.

First comes Nightmare Night. Then comes Hearth's Warming. Applejack doesn't think that's right and sets out to teach everypony about the other holidays in between. It'll be a challenge, but she's bound and determined to make everyone else celebrate, whether they want to or not.
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Published 2017-11-02 01:10:11 UTC
Last updated 2018-09-23 01:30:40 UTC

November 1st

The Labors of Applejack
Chapter One: The Day After

Applejack trotted down the old country lane that led from Sweet Apple Acres to Ponyville, smiling as she enjoyed the beautiful fall morning. Above, Celestia’s radiant sun shone brightly in a cloudless blue sky, with Luna’s nearly full moon having set hours before. The brisk morning gave her a pleasant chill, refreshing after doing backbreaking labor through an unusually hot summer. The crisp air filled her lungs and invigorated her for the work ahead. The surrounding forests, once a veritable sea of green, had turned the most magnificent shades of red, yellow, and orange. Shortly it would be time for the Running of the Leaves, and Applejack eagerly looked forward to a rematch against her greatest rival – Rainbow Dash.

More importantly, though, fall meant cider season was just around the corner. For generations the Apples had made the best cider this side of Canterlot, earning enough bits to make it through the winter. The family had once been challenged by a pair of smooth-talking unicorn brothers from out of town named Flim and Flam, who threatened to drive them out of business and off their ancestral land. But thanks to the hard work of her family, and in no small measure that of her friends, the Apples had won the contest and ensured a monopoly on the cider market in Ponyville. Now their only problem, apart from providing a supply sufficient to meet the town’s demands, was keeping a certain blue pegasus at bay, lest she sneak off with a few mugs, or barrels, of that most sought-after of beverages.

Applejack’s mind couldn’t help but turn to her younger sister. The night before Apple Bloom had joined her friends in trick-or-treating on Nightmare Night. Her sister had looked absolutely adorable as a pirate, a choice probably inspired by tales of her older sister’s latest adventure. Her two best friends – Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle – dressed as a Wonderbolt and Songbird Serenade, respectively. It had been a good night of fun for all. A little too fun, actually. The ambitious filly had gathered way more sugary candy than in any previous year, and likely failed to make the traditional candy offering. When Apple Bloom returned home, she practically bounced off the walls from an extreme sugar high. But when the morning came, Applejack wasn’t surprised when her sister trudged into the kitchen saying she didn’t feel well. Apple Bloom had wanted to stay home from school, but Applejack insisted it would wear off in time and made sure the filly went anyways.

Granny Smith and Big Mac had spent the night running the farm’s traditional corn maze, though thankfully this year without an appearance by Flutterbat. The shy pegasus instead spent a quiet evening at home with her animal friends, as was her custom. As for Applejack? She, dressed as Mistress Mare-velous, attended a party hosted by Princess Twilight Sparkle, and planned by Pinkie Pie of course. Most of her friends were there, and even Princess Luna stopped by to join in the revelry. Everypony partied late into the night, enjoying the festivities, the games, the food, the dancing, and generally having a good time with friends. In fact, though Applejack left around midnight, the party surely continued for several more hours.

Reaching a fork in the road, Applejack took a left. The path going right would lead her into downtown Ponyville, what there was of it, which was the path that she normally followed when conducting business or visiting most everypony she knew. The left fork was a shortcut that led towards her true destination – the Castle of Friendship. Applejack had offered to help clean up after the celebration of the previous night. And given how late it had gone and raucous it had gotten, she suspected that she’d be there most of the day.

Applejack emerged from the woods before a magnificent crystal castle, the light glistening off its many facets. It was a bit pretentious for her tastes, though Twilight hadn’t much choice when it magically sprouted from the ground. Rarity, on the other hoof, adored the castle, and would live in it if given the chance.

Applejack climbed the steps towards the front door. Though she was always welcome, and actually expected by her friends this morning, she still felt the need to knock. After all, with how late the party went, there was a chance that everypony was still fast asleep. But instead an aura enveloped the doorknob and the heavy doors began to open.

“Ah’m here to help –” Applejack stopped as she saw the scene before her. “What in tarnation is goin’ on in here?”

The main entrance hall was filled with cardboard boxes. The Nightmare Night decorations had been partially taken down, to be stored away for another year. Meanwhile, she saw Equestrian flags, tinsel, evergreen trees, and all manner of Hearth’s Warming ornaments and decorations.

“Oh, sorry Applejack,” replied Twilight. “We got started a little early. Except for Pinkie Pie, who’s upstairs still asleep. She partied ’til the break of dawn.”

“That’s not what Ah meant,” responded Applejack. “What are you doing?”

“Well, we’re taking down the Nightmare Night decorations and putting up the Hearth’s Warming decorations,” she said, confused having to state the obvious.

“Ah can see that. Why?”

“Whatever do you mean, darling?” inquired Rarity.

“Don’t ’cha think it’s a little too early to put up the Hearth’s Warming decorations?”

“When should we do it?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“After the other holidays,” retorted Applejack.

“What other holidays?” asked the pegasus.

“What other holidays!?” stuttered Applejack. “How come everypony always forget about the holidays? How about the Winter Moon Celebration?”

Twilight thought for a moment, “Well, we’ve only been observing that for a few years, so ponies are still getting used to it.”

Applejack grudgingly realized her friend had a point. “What about the Fall Harvest Festival?”

“Oh, I remember -” said Rarity.

Applejack let out a sigh of relief.

“- that’s Black Friday Eve.”

“‘Black Friday Eve!?’” repeated an incredulous Applejack.

“Of course. I need a day to rest before getting up early to go shopping! You know Applejack, Black Friday is the only day of the year when I rise before you,” she said with a laugh.

“There’s more to the Fall Harvest Festival than getting’ ready to go shopping.”

“Applejack’s right!” said Rainbow Dash. “You can’t forget the hoofball!”

“Hoofball!”

“Yeah, you know, the Lions, the Cowponies, and the Giants.”

“Giants goin’ down!” said Spike.

“I’ll never understood what the draw is,” said Starlight.

“Me neither,” said Twilight with a smile.

Fluttershy spoke very quietly, “Well, I’ve always enjoyed the dog shows.”

“‘Hoofball!?’ ‘Dog shows!?’” repeated Applejack as if she hadn’t heard right. Fluttershy retreated a little upon her friend’s response. Applejack turned to the group, “What about givin’ thanks fer what we got? Spendin’ time with family?”

“Ooo! I think I have a book on the Fall Harvest Festival,” said Twilight, her wings flaring at the thought of consulting one of her thousands of books.

Applejack facehoofed. “At least tell me y’all observe Veterans Day?” She was met with blank stares from her friends.

Finally, Rainbow Dash asked, “Is that a real thing?”

“‘Is that a real thing!?’ Dash, yer in the Wonderbolts for Celestia’s sake! They started off as part of the military! Ah know that, an’ Ah’m just a farmer.”

“Well, we’re more focused on the future than the past,” explained Rainbow Dash.

Letting out a frustrated groan, Applejack turned and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” asked Twilight.

“Ah’m goin’ to show y’all the true meanin’ of the holidays!”

Author's Note

So, as I mentioned in my latest blog, I was thinking about writing a holiday themed story, like I did last year with Merry Christmas!!! Given the nature of what I had in mind, I needed to publish the first chapter today. Following chapters will follow on their appropriate days.

Keep Writing,

Dreadnought

November 11th (Veterans Day)

The Labors of Applejack
Chapter Two: Veterans Day

BOOM!!!

Rarity let out a scream and fell out of bed.

KA-BOOM!!!

Tearing off her sleeping mask, she scrambled to her hooves dazed and confused.

KA-BOOM!!!

Rarity ran to the window and looked out with trepidation, trying to discern what was the latest crisis that only the Elements of Harmony could resolve. She found a mass of ponies in the street running towards Town Square. Leaning out, she called, “Pinkie Pie! What is going on!”

Stopping and looking up, her friend responded, “I don’t know. It kind of sounds like my party cannon, so maybe we’re having a party?”

“I don’t think –”

Suddenly a horn began playing:

“What the hay?” muttered the unicorn. She ran through the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door. “Come on!” she said, followed by Pinkie Pie, racing towards the heart of Ponyville. The crowd grew thicker the closer they got, but finally they squeezed between two large stallions to the very front. Her mouth dropped at the sight.

“Howdy Rarity.”

“Applejack! What in Celestia’s name is going on!” Her dear friend stood amongst three cannons, with armor-clad stallions standing at the ready.

“Happy Veterans Day.”

“What?”

“Veterans Day. You know, the eleventh day of the eleventh month.”

In a flash, Twilight Sparkle and Starlight Glimmer teleported to the scene, as Rainbow Dash swooped in from above.

“Are we under attack?” asked Twilight.

“Nnope.”

Rainbow Dash groaned, “You mean I got out of bed for nothing! I was all ready to start pounding some monster.”

“Applejack, can you tell us what’s going on?” suggested Starlight.

“Today’s Veterans Day. Wanted to start the day off with a bang.”

“With an artillery bombardment!” yelled a furious Twilight.

“This is the Royal Salute Guns Battery. They do twenty-one-gun salutes for royalty and visiting dignitaries. Ah asked Princess Celestia if they could come to help us celebrate the holiday.”

Upon hearing Princess Celestia was involved, Twilight instantly became humbled and lost her angry tone.

“Well, what was that terrible trumpet I heard?” asked Rarity.

“Oh, that was Lip Slur doing reveille on the bugle.”

Granny Smith spat, “In my day, we had boogie woogie bugle boys.”

Looking around, Applejack addressed the assembled crowd. “Ah’d like to thank y’all fer comin’ out t’day. We’ve got a whole lot of very special events goin’ on for you today....”

At ten o’clock, Ponyville witnessed a large military parade. Overhead soared squadrons of the Pegasi Corps and a flight of the Wonderbolts, much to Rainbow Dash’s surprise. On the ground came soldiers of the Equestrian Army marching to fife and drums, followed by sailors of the Royal Navy and finally members of the Royal Marines. Then came veterans of the various wars, with special honor given to the few remaining members of the last great war fought seventy years before.

At eleven o’clock, Princess Celestia herself led an official ceremony for Ponyville. She celebrated the accomplishments and sacrifices of veterans of past wars and those currently serving. She also commemorated those who had passed and those who lay buried on foreign soil.

At two o’clock, the residents of Ponyville witnessed an authentic reenactment of the last great war. Various units charged one another on the field of battle, their formations crashing into the ranks of their opponents. Pegasi clashed in the air, dogfighting a large aerial spectacle. And during the whole engagement, artillery roared, sending ear-splitting booms echoing across the land. After an hour and a half, the forces of Equestria triumphed.

Throughout the day, ponies stopped at Town Hall to listen to veterans’’ stories. Many gathered around an elderly green mare, never knowing she had served in the military. Granny Smith told her story of enlisting as a nurse in the war decades before. She related of landing on foreign soil and following the Third Army as it pushed the enemy back. And she longingly reminisced of meeting her husband, who also was serving in the war.

After a few bottles of hard apple cider, Grand Pear began talking about his years in the Navy. He enthralled the foals with tales of sea monsters that could swallow a pony whole or of terrible storms, the waves crashing upon the deck and the ship nearly capsizing. He fondly recalled shore leave in exotic ports, with beautiful mares and great beer. After a while, his stories became unbelievable, and folks realized he had a little too much to drink.

Even Ka-Bar, who didn’t like to mention his service, talked about his deployment to the desert. He remembered the camaraderie of serving with his brothers-in-arms, from boot camp to the battlefield. Though he couldn’t talk about the operations he was a part of, still classified, he nevertheless opened up in a way he never had before.

At the end of the day, ponies went home, having thoroughly enjoyed the events and looking forward to the next Veterans Day. Applejack stood back with satisfaction that ponies would remember Veterans Day from now on. However, as she travelled back to Sweet Apple Acres that night, she knew her next great challenge lay only twelve days away: the Fall Harvest Festival.

Author's Note

Happy Veterans Day! I'd like to thank all those who serve and those who continue to wear the uniform!

As you may know, Veterans Day started ninety-nine years ago, with WWI ending at 11:00 on November 11th. The armistice ended the bloodiest war in the history of mankind (up to that point). Remember, for next year will be the 100th anniversary.

I'd just like to point out that there is a bit of truth in this story. I based Granny Smith's tale on my grandmother's. She enlisted in 1943. She was not a WAC (Women's Auxiliary Corps), but was an Army Nurse. She landed in 1944 in France and was part of Patton's Third Army. Their unit moved through France and Germany and finally into Austria, where they entered a concentration camp to treat the prisoners. (She'd tell you that those who said the Holocaust never happened were full of shit.) And yes, she did meet my grandfather in the war, who was also serving in the Army.

Feel free to leave notes about your military service or those of your family.

Have a wonderful day and see you on Thanksgiving!

Dreadnought

November 23rd (Thanksgiving)

The Labors of Applejack
Chapter Three: Fall Harvest Festival

“Do you know what this is all about?” asked Rainbow Dash as she flew next to Rarity.

“No idea dear, but it is nice that Applejack sent us written invitations rather than firing off that dreadful cannon,” reflected Rarity as she trotted along the farm lane to Sweet Apple Acres.

“That was pretty cool.”

Rarity stopped dead in her tracks and stared at her friend. “If by ‘cool’ you mean falling out of bed and being scared half to death.”

“Would you have gotten up that early if she didn’t?”

Rarity thought for a moment. “I... suppose not.” She slowly began walking again.

“Anyways, I hope today doesn’t take too long. I don’t want to miss the hoofball game. I’ve got seats to see the Cowponies play the Chargers – fifty-yard line, front row,” she boasted.

“Well, I need to get my beauty rest so I can look fabulous tomorrow morning for Black Friday shopping in Canterlot.”

“Shouldn’t you maybe, I don’t know, be running your store tomorrow?”

“And miss all the good deals? Besides, I prefer to not have my stores open on Black Friday.”

“So your employees can be home with their families?”

“Please Rainbow Dash. Black Friday is known for bargain basement shopping. I don’t want my clothes associated with such... low-quality merchandise. I do, after all, have a reputation to uphold.” Rarity paused before continuing. “Besides, Barnyard Bargains and the other department stores draw most of the customers, so I wouldn’t be able to compete.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

The two passed the orchard and the central part of the farm came into view... the old family farmhouse... the red barn... the chicken coops... the pig pen... the massive white tent. Massive white tent? Since when did Sweet Apple Acres have a massive tent occupying one of its fallow fields? The pair hurried forward, seeing other ponies arriving for the mysterious event.

Entering the tent, Rarity and Rainbow Dash discovered what lay within. It was filled with row upon row of tables, each one with a dozen chairs. At the far end, upon a raised platform, stood two tables. And along the left side lay several tables overflowing with all sorts of the most delicious looking foods: mounds of stuffing, loaves of steaming bread, salads, mashed potatoes and gravy, platters of vegetables, and scores of mouth-watering pies and cakes and other tasty desserts. There were also several barrels of apple cider.

“Cider!” cried the pegasus.

“Rainbow Dash! It is against etiquette to partake in the food before the formal start of dinner.”

“Oh, alright!” replied a disgruntled Rainbow.

“Rarity!” Sweetie Belle ran up and hugged her older sister. “I’m so glad you could come.”

“Well, I was stopping by for a few minutes before catching the last train to Canterlot.”

Sweetie Belle became crestfallen. “Oh, so you won’t be staying for the Fall Harvest dinner?”

“I’d love to dear, but....” She stopped as Sweetie Belle looked up at her with the largest, saddest eyes the filly had ever given. “I... suppose I could miss Black Friday shop –”

“Yay!” Sweetie Belle wrapped her sister in a massive embrace, at least as best as a small filly could hug a larger mare. “Come on, mom and dad are already here,” she said, leading her sister away to one of the tables.

Rainbow Dash chuckled. Looks like her friend wouldn’t be making it to Canterlot today. Too bad. Well, there was still the hoofball game to get to. Rainbow Dash turned –

“Dashie!”

“Mom! Dad! What are you doing here!”

Bow began, “We were invited to celebrate the Fall Harvest Festival.”

“Remind me to thank Applejack,” muttered Rainbow Dash. “I don’t suppose you’d like to spend the day in,” she awkwardly rubbed her hoof through her mane, “I don’t know... Dallas?”

“Oh that big city? It will be busy with all the ponies going to the hoofball game.”

“Yeah, about that....”

Windy picked up, “It’ll be so nice to celebrate the holiday this year as a family. It’s been, what, four years since we’ve been together for a traditional Fall Harvest dinner?”

Rainbow Dash sighed as she knew she couldn’t break her parents’ hearts. “So, where’s the table?”

“We’re sitting right over here,” motioned Bow.

“Oh, by the way,” continued Windy, “we’ve met this young stallion. He’s so very nice. We’ve arranged for you two to go out on a date.”

“Mom!” cried Rainbow Dash....

Applejack stood surveying the tent. Just about every pony she’d invited had come, and most were here with their families. Even the royal sisters were here, seated at the head table. It was going to be a Fall Harvest Festival no pony would ever forget.

Well, time to get this apple cart to market. Applejack walked up to the platform with all the distinguished guests and addressed the crowd, “Welcome every pony. Ah sure am happy y’all are here to celebrate the Fall Harvest Festival. Before we eat, there’s someponies here who would like to say a few words.”

She stepped back as Princess Luna rose from her seat. “Thank you Applejack. My sister and I were pleasantly surprised to be invited to a traditional Fall Harvest Festival. I must confess, this is a rather new tradition for me. Fall Harvest Festivals were not held during our youths, coming about during my – ahem – time away. But giving thanks for all that we have and spending time with those we love – those values are universal.” She took her seat.

Next rose an elderly, bespeckled pony. “I am Dr. Herodotus, and I will give a brief overview of the history of the Fall Harvest Festival. Nearly four-hundred years ago, a group of settler ponies set out from Canterlot in search of a new place to call home. They found a beautiful land on the edge of Griffon Kingdom. The first year was tough, and they nearly starved. The next year, with the help of the griffons, they were able to grow a bumper crop of food. To celebrate this harvest, and to thank the griffons, they held a festival. From that humble beginning, the celebration spread across Equestria, and has since become a yearly tradition.” Dr. Herodotus adjusted his glasses then sat down.

Next the leader of Griffonstone, Grand Master George, took the floor. “As the leader of the delegation from Griffonstone, we thank you for the invitation. It has been a long time since we’ve observed the Fall Harvest Festival. Not since the descendants of the settler ponies took our land for themselves –”

“Thank you Grand Master George,” interrupted Princess Celestia, rising from her chair. “May this mark the start of new relations between our two nations.” A disgruntled George took his seat. “Thank you all for coming. And let us thank Applejack for putting this together.”

Cheers and hoofstomps echoed throughout the tent. “Well, shucks. It wouldn’t be the same without friends and family. Now, there’s plenty of food for everyone!” The crowds formed a line to the buffet table.

*

At the head table, Gilda turned to Grand Master George. “The food looks good, but they only have tofu turkey.”

George laughed, “They do. But a certain Grand Master did bring a real turkey for us griffons.”

Gilda smiled. “I can’t wait.”

*

Rainbow Dash sat down at the table with her family. She looked down at her overflowing plate of food and the extra-large mug of ice-cold cider. She would miss the Cowponies game, but maybe that’d be a good thing.

“So how’s the Wonderbolts?” asked Bow.

“Oh, they’re great. We’re planning our routines for next season.”

“Over here!” waved Windy.

“Mom?”

“Here comes the stallion we set you up with.”

Rainbow Dash turned in her chair. “Zephyr Breeze!”

*

“So, you’re saying they nest in Griffonstone?” asked a surprised Fluttershy. “I didn’t know they flew that far.”

“Oh yes,” replied Grand Master George. “We have a dozen golden eagles come every year. They make their nests on the side of the mountain.”

“I would love to see them.”

“You should come to Griffonstone. And bring your bits.”

Fluttershy let out a nervous laugh, unsure how serious he was being. “Thank you for the invitation." She took her plate and headed to the table where her family, minus Zephyr, sat.

Meanwhile, Grand Master George took his plate up to the head table.

“You two were talking for nearly an hour,” noted Gilda.

“Yes, she wanted to know all about the animals of our land. But I can’t wait to have dinner.” He looked down at all the delicious food, but couldn’t wait to eat the turkey. Picking up his knife and fork, he cut a large piece and put it in his mouth – tofu? Tofu! Well, if he had the tofu, then that meant –

Fluttershy stuffed her face with food. She had no idea how good tofu could taste. In fact, it really didn’t taste like tofu at all. It was without doubt the best thing she’d ever eaten in all her life. She would definitely have to eat more!

*

At the Pie table, Pinkie sat scarfing down her third piece of pumpkin pie, before she turned to her first piece of sweet potato pie and her second piece of pecan pie. Everything was so good!

“Pinkie Pie.”

The pink mare turned to find Lyra and Bon Bon standing there. “Yes?” she said with a full mouth.

“We just wanted to say how great all the pies and cakes are,” said Bon Bon.

“The pies are the best I’ve ever had,” confirmed Lyra.

Swallowing, Pinkie Pie replied, “Oh, they’re not from Sugarcube Corner.”

“They’re not?” asked a surprised Bon Bon.

“Nope! The Apples made everything!”

Lyra turned to Bon Bon. “From now on, we’ll have to buy all our pies and cakes from Sweet Apple Acres.”

“What?” yelled Pinkie Pie.

“Oh yes. Sugarcube Corner has good food, but these desserts are incredible! From now on, I’m not eating another pie unless it comes from Sweet Apple Acres!” declared Bon Bon.

Lyra added, “We’ll have to tell everypony that this is the place to get desserts in Ponyville.”

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie didn’t feel so hungry.

*

Looking around the tent, Applejack let out a satisfied sigh. The Fall Harvest Festival had been a great success. Everypony left happy. Even she was surprised by what had transpired. For some reason Pinkie Pie had begged her for all the recipes used. Fluttershy said how great the tofu turkey was, even though several ponies complained it tasted dry. And she heard Rainbow Dash and Zephyr Breeze were now a serious couple. Applejack never saw that one coming. As far as she knew, Rainbow Dash couldn’t stand Zephyr. Regardless, Applejack couldn’t reflect too long. She had a lot of cleaning to do and she needed to start planning for the Winter Moon Festival.

Author's Note

Sorry for not posting this chapter on Thanksgiving. Real life got in the way. I had thought of letting this story go, but I hate the idea of not finishing what I started. Don't know when the next chapter will be published, but keep an eye out.

Dreadnought

Interlude - Lunchtime!

The Labors of Applejack
Interlude: Lunchtime

Pinkie Pie darted around the kitchen, a pink blur moving so fast it appeared she was doing several things at once. She removed cupcakes from the oven, then frosted and boxed said cupcakes, as she used a half-dozen pastry bags to decorate a cake in a spectrum of colors, mixed a fruity punch, gathered decorations, and prepped party games. Even more amazing, Pinkie never missed a beat or mixed-up her different activities.

Knock! Knock! She raced to open the back door. “Oh, hey Fluttershy.”

“Hello Pinkie,” said the pegasus as she walked inside carrying a rather large cooler on her back.

“Ooh! What’s in the cooler?” she asked, running back to the counter and hurriedly packing everything up.

Fluttershy’s eyes went wide and her face turned red, but Pinkie was too busy to notice. “Oh – uh – it’s my lunch,” she answered.

“Ooh! Sounds good. Save me some, will you Fluttershy?”

“Oh, sure.”

Finishing packing up, Pinkie said, “Thanks for watching Sugarcube Corner.”

“No problem. What time will the Cakes return?”

“If they can drum up enough business in Canterlot today, they’ll be back tonight. Otherwise tomorrow.”

“Is business that bad?”

“It’s been down ever since the Fall Harvest Festival.”

“I hope everything turns out okay.”

“So do I,” Pinkie said glumly. Carrying a tall stack of food and party supplies, she said, “Well, got to go.”

“Have fun!” she wished as the pink pony pulled the door shut.

Loud shouts of “Fun! Fun! Fun!” came from outside before finally fading.

For the next half-hour, Fluttershy worked in the kitchen and sold a single cupcake to a customer. After setting a pan of brownies aside to cool, she pulled the back curtains tight. She slipped into the lobby and flipped the sign to CLOSED before locking the front door. Returning to the kitchen, Fluttershy placed her cooler on the counter. Removing the lid revealed a heavenly sight. Carefully she lifted a twenty-five-pound butterball turkey and placed it into a large pan. She opened the oven door and slid it in. Pat! Pat! Pat! Drops of drool fell upon the floor.

Fluttershy turned around – “Gummy! H-how much d-did you see?”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“Everything! It’s not what it looks like!”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“No! It’s not mine! I swear!”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

Fluttershy sighed. “Okay, you caught me. Ever since I had that turkey at the Fall Harvest Festival, I’ve craved more. I’ve lost all taste for hay and oats. Even cakes and pies just taste bland. I can’t sleep at night. It’s all I can think about.”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

She shook her head. “Nopony knows.”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

Fluttershy scowled at Gummy. “Of course I feel terrible! I love animals. That’s why I came here. I wouldn’t dare roast a turkey in my cottage. What if the animals saw?”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“It was already dead when I purchased it. I couldn’t hurt a fly!”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“Only turkey. I’m not trying beef or pork.”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“Please don’t tell Pinkie.”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“Pretty please?”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“Pretty, pretty please?” she asked, giving a pleading face that would put any of the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ to shame.

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“Oh thank you!” She lifted him up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“Oh yes. I’ll let you have some!”

She put Gummy down. “Now, while it’s in the oven, I’m reopening Sugarcube Corner.”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“Pinkie didn’t say why business is down.”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“I don’t think it’ll come to that. They’ll get more business, just you wait. And then they’ll have to keep Pinkie Pie on staff.”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

Fluttershy continued to run the shop, and was pleased to see three ponies come in, though they all asked for directions to Sweet Apple Acres. Nevertheless, she prepared all sorts of sugary desserts to sell whenever the customers came. After three hours, she opened the oven to check on the turkey –

“Fluttershy!”

“Eep!” she screamed as she leapt into the air. “Pinkie Pie? What are you doing here?”

“Silly me. I went to fire off my party cannon, when I realized I left the confetti here. And what’s a party cannon without confetti?”

“Uh... I don’t know?”

“Just a cannon!” she chirped. “Say, what’s in the oven?” Pinkie walked over and lowered her head.

Fluttershy swooped down, crashing into Pinkie before jumping to the oven and slamming the door shut. “Nothing! Nothing at all!” She stood firm, placing herself between her friend and the oven.

Stumbling to her hooves, Pinkie swatted at the stars swirling around her head. “Okay.” Shaking her head, she suddenly eyed Pinkie closely. “I know what’s going on here.”

“Y-you do?” squeaked Fluttershy.

“Yes, I do.”

Beads of sweat formed all over her body as her legs started shaking.

Pinkie leaned in close. “You’re baking me a special treat.”

“Wha?”

“You’re making something special and you want it to be a surprise.”

“I am?”

“Of course. Why else would you try to hide it?”

“A – surprise? Yes! A surprise. But if you look in the oven, or come back in the next five hours, it’ll be ruined!”

Pinkie Pie smiled. “Oh don’t worry, the party will last way into the night! I need to hurry back so we can sing ‘Happy Birthday!’” Pinkie Pie grabbed a large container of confetti and walked out the back door.

Fluttershy wiped her forehead. That was way to close!

*

Fluttershy leaned back and groaned. In front of her sat the skeleton of a rather large bird, picked completely clean. Across the table a little alligator lay on his back, with an enormous bulge coming from his stomach. “That was so good.”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“Yeah. I guess I’d better start making Pinkie’s dessert. I don’t want her to get suspicious.”

The alligator returned a blank stare.

“Of course we’ll do this again. It’ll be our little secret.”

Author's Note

I needed to de-stress, and I had this great idea for a side chapter to this story.

Dreadnought

December 21st (Winter Solstice)

The Labors of Applejack
Chapter Four: The Winter Moon Festival

Applejack stood in her stall absentmindedly wiping a cider mug as she took stock of all the booths filling Town Square. Scores of stalls and tents crammed downtown, leaving only the narrowest of alleys for the thousands of ponies attending. Everything remotely connected with the winter solstice, and many things not, were on sale... telescopes, astronomical charts, themed shirts and hats, mooncakes, moon pies, pizza pies, butterbeer, funnel cakes, carrot dogs, and even a few out-of-place Summer Sun Celebration souvenirs. Competition was fierce among the vendors. Fortunately, her own booth was located on prime real estate directly across from the performance stage. Organizing the festival did have its advantages....

She spied a certain white unicorn among the crowd. “Rarity!”

Hearing her name, the fashionista slowly made her way against the current of the festival-goers, but at last she staggered over to the farm pony and wearily leaned against the counter. Her normally immaculate appearance now looked quite disheveled and haggard, with stray strands poking from her mane and heavy bags below her eyes. “Hello Applejack,” she greeted, as if she had just run a marathon.

“Rarity, it looks like ya been on a cattle drive through Ghastly Gorge,” observed Applejack.

“I wish. I’ve been inundated with orders for the Winter Moon Festival. I didn’t know where to start. I don’t think I’ve ever sewn so many crescents in all my life. And the black,” she wailed, “ponies will think I’ve gone completely goth. And it couldn’t have come at a worst time. I’m trying to finish a number of gowns for New Year’s Eve parties. I don’t know how I’ll ever get them done.”

“Well – uh – Ah’m glad you could come out ta the festival.”

“I needed an escape darling. I’ve been locked in my shop for weeks. It’s enough to put me into an early grave!” She fell back into a conveniently placed fainting couch.

“Well, how ’bout –” A colorful blur raced past Applejack. Shaking her head free from her daze, she looked about for the source. “Rainbow Dash –”

“Shush! Not so loud!” ordered the pegasus, crouched under the table and wedged between two barrels of cider.

Using a feigned whisper, Applejack reprimanded, “Y’all have ta come outta there if’n ya want cider.”

“Cider? Ah don’t want cider!”

Rarity cocked her head. “Did I hear that right? Did Rainbow Dash –”

“Not so loud!” pleaded the pegasus.

Applejack couldn’t figure it out. “What’s got ya’s tail so twisted?”

“Rainbow Dash!” came a male voice.

“Please, I’m not here!” implored the pegasus, pulling a basket of apples close to further conceal herself.

Applejack and Rarity exchanged confused looks for just a moment, before the answer came walking up to the stand.

“Well, hello ladies,” said Zephyr Breeze, casually brushing his stylized mane with his hoof.

“Mister Breeze,” replied Rarity flatly.

“Howdy Zephyr,” said Applejack. “How can we help ya?”

“I really hate to break your hearts, but I’m in a serious relationship with Rainbow Dash. Unfortunately we’ve become seperated by the crowds. Have you seen her around here?”

The two mares exchanged brief glances, Applejack silently directing Rarity to take this one. “I’m afraid Miss Dash isn’t here. Although I did see her heading towards the other side of Town Square. Perhaps you should check over there.”

Zephyr smiled. “Thank you Rarity. I’ve got to go find my fillyfriend. She’s probably going mad over the fact that she’s lost me. After all,” he chuckled, “Rainbow Dash can’t keep her hooves off of me.” Suddenly a gagging noise could be heard. He glanced over at Applejack, who forced several coughs. Apparently satisfied, Zephyr turned and headed in the opposite direction.

After he was out of sight, Rarity said, “The coast is clear darling.”

“Whew, thanks Rarity,” said Rainbow Dash as she climbed out from under the table. “I can count on you. If it were up to Applejack, I’d be running for my life at this moment.”

“Sugarcube, ya know Ah cain’t lie,” noted the farm pony.

“One of these days, you’re going to find the fate of Equestria will depend on you lying.”

“We're doomed,” Rarity deadpanned.

“I go out to dinner with him once, to make my parents happy, and now he thinks we’re going to get married or something.” Rainbow Dash let out a long, frustrated sigh. “I’ll take that cider now,” she said to Applejack.

“Well, y’all have to get in line. Rarity was here first.”

“Oh, all right,” grumbled the pegasus.

“Now Rarity, Ah was goin’ ta give ya a cider on the house. Of course, we also have hot chocolate –”

“Hot chocolate! HOT CHOCOLATE!!!”

Everypony looked to find Pinkie Pie suddenly in their midst.

“Well, ’yup. We’ve got hot chocolate –”

“Hot chocolate! Sugarcube Corner sells hot chocolate!”

“Well, Ah reckon ya do. But there’s no reason why we both can’t. Ya seemed mighty stressed Pinkie, would you like one?”

“Sure. I need ta check out the competit–” Pinkie slapped a hoof over her mouth.

Applejack gave her friend an odd look, but decided to let it pass. “Well, what do ya want? Regular, white, or mint?”

“White or mint? White or mint! You’ve got different flavors of hot chocolate!!!” she cried.

Applejack glanced to the other two ponies, getting confirmations that Pinkie was acting strange, ever for her.

“I’ll take a regular.”

Applejack poured her friend a large steaming cup. “It’s on the house, sugarcube.”

Pinkie grabbed the cup and took a long sip. “Mmm. This is good. Really good. Really, really good.” Horror flashed on her face. “Way better than ours!” She let out a blood-curtling scream before throwing the cup in the air and running away.

“Well, that was... weird,” observed Rainbow Dash.

“Yes, quite,” confirmed Rarity.

“Well, Rares, would you like some cider?”

“Yes.”

“Regular or our special holiday spice variety?”

“Regular or holiday spice!” came Pinkie’s cry from far, far away.

“Uh, I’ll take a regular dear.”

Applejack turned to pour her friend a mug. Abruptly her whole stand was being torn apart before her very eyes. “Fluttershy! What in Celestia’s name are ya doing?”

In a yellow flash Applejack was seized by the formerly-timid pegasus. Fluttershy pulled the farm pony close, the two now muzzle to muzzle. Fire burning in her eyes, she demanded, “Where is it?”

“Wh-Where’s what, sugarcube?”

“The griffon’s tofu turkey.”

“Uh – we don’t have one.”

“You don’t have one!”

“Well, the griffons aren’t here –”

“Not here!”

“Ah didn’t invite them.”

“Why not!”

“Well, Ah invited them ta the Fall Harvest Festival ’cause their ancestors were part of the first one. Didn’t think ta invite them to this one.”

Fluttershy started hyperventilating, every muscle of her body now twitching.

“Fluttershy, calm down,” said Rarity.

“No! I’m going to get more of it if it’s the last thing I do!” she declared, before flying away in a huff.

The three friends exchanged worried glances. “She really wants that tofu turkey,” observed Rarity.

Applejack sighed. “Eeyup. Ever since the Fall Harvest Festival, she’s been pesterin’ me fer more. Cain’t figure it out. Everypony thought the tofu turkey dry. But whatever the griffons did, it was apparently addictive.”

“Less talk, more cider,” ordered Rainbow Dash.

Applejack poured Rarity a tall mug of cider, foam overflowing and dribbling down the side. Rarity took a large gulp. “Oh, that’s divine darling.”

“Yeah, now where’s mine?”

“Hold yer horseshoes Dash, Ah’ma – Twilight! How ya doin’ sugarcube?”

A ragged looking Twilight approached the stall. Cough-cough. “I don’t feel so good.”

“My word Twilight, are you alright?” asked Rarity.

“I think I’ve come down with something.”

“Yer been workin’ too hard,” noted Applejack.

“Well – cough – I’ve been busy making sure all the decorations were authentic millennium-old reproductions. I wanted Princess – cough – Luna to fell right at home.”

“Ah know ya wanted to make it perfect, but Ah think ya overdid it.”

“So I had to pull a few all-nighters. Cough. It will be worth it to make Luna feel welcome.”

“Ah guess.”

“Can I get my cider now!” demanded Rainbow Dash.

“Sure thin’ sugar–”

“Rainbow Dash!”

Rainbow’s eyes went wide. “Oh no!” She turned tail and streaked off in the opposite direction.

Moments later Zephyr Breeze reentered the scene. “I couldn’t find Rainbow Dash on the other side of the Town Square.”

“Oh, she went that way,” replied Twilight, pointing off in the direction Rainbow had flown.

Rarity and Applejack face-hoofed.

“Well, thank you Princess. I’d stay and chat, but my fillyfriend is desperately searching for me, and I don’t want to keep her waiting.” He flew off towards the rapidly fading rainbow-colored trail.

“I never knew – cough – she had a coltfriend.”

“Well,” explained Rarity, “they’re a couple in his mind only.”

“Oh,” replied Twilight sheepishly before letting out a hacking cough.

“Twi, Ah know ya want ta be here, but ya really need to go home and rest.”

“But–”

“Don’t give me no buts, ya need ta go home.”

Rarity spoke up. “I must agree. You don’t look well. And Hearth’s Warming is only four days away. You don’t want to be sick for Hearth’s Warming, do you?”

“No...” muttered Twilight.

“Come dear, I’ll take you home.”

The two ponies departed, leaving Applejack alone, but just for a moment. Several festival-goers strode up and ordered large mugs of cider, holiday spice edition.

“Holiday spice!” cried a far off voice.

*

Princess Celestia stood upon the stage, addressing the crowd. “Thank you all for coming. It is nice to see so many ponies out here to celebrate the arrival of winter. So, let’s get this party started.” Her horn glowed, and the sun set behind the westerly horizon.

Darkness fell across the land as Celestia slipped away unseen. Suddenly floodlights illuminated the stage and Philly Joel descended from on high to cheers fromt the crowd. “Good evening Ponyville! Before we raise the winter moon, let’s rock this town!” The crowd erupted into a deafening roar as she began signing her latest number-one hit.

*

After a pounding concert sure to go down in the annals of Equestrian history, Philly Joel departed the stage to shouts of “Encore!”, the crowd displeased they’d recived only two encores. But an instant hush fell upon the crowd as a regal alicorn stepped forth. “Citizens of Equestria!” addressed Princess Luna. “It pleases me to see so many of you out here for the Winter Moon Festival. Let us enjoy the season with friends and family this Hearth’s Warming. I declare winter has arrived!” Her horn lit up and a beautiful full moon rose above the horizon to cheers from the crowd....

After a few minutes, the crowds dispersed, ready to take in other activities offered by the festival.

Princess Luna stood back, a content smile across her face. Rarely had she felt the adoration that her sister took for granted. Her sister, always outshining her. But not tonight. This was her night!

Luna walked across the stage and descended the steps to ground level. Perhaps she should –

A small brown and white colt dressed as a pirate approached her. “Princess Luna?”

“Yes?” she asked.

“We were hoping you might scare us tonight.” Luna noticed a large group of costumed foals standing a short distance behind the colt.

“Surely thou must realize that Nightmare Night was weeks ago? Tonight we celbrate the winter solstice!”

“But Nightmare Night is our favorite holiday. We really wanted you to scare us.”

Luna looked at the pleading eyes of the colt, and then to the group, many of which where giving their very best puppy dog impressions. Knowing she could not disappoint the children, she sighed, “Very well....”

*

“You must understand Mayor Mare, every town wants grants and subsidies from the government,” explained Princess Celestia.

“Yes, but very few towns experience the disasters that Ponyville does. We help the citizens with rebuilding. But the costs far exceed what the tax-base can sustain. We could really use some help from your government. Might I remind that you sent Princess Twilight to live among us. And though we love having her here, she is a magnet for mayhem and destruction.”

“You must realize that not all of these distasters are due to Twilight’s presence in –”

Ahhhhhhh!!!!

Suddenly a pack of scared foals ran for their lives past the pair. Celestia turned and her heart stopped, shear terror coursing through her veins. Across the square stood Nightmare Moon, her wicked fanged smile glistening in the moonlight. The fallen alicorn cackled as the foals hid from her. “You can run, but you cannot hide from me!”

Celestia knew she needed to protect her subjects from this menance. She drew forth all her power and channeled it into her horn, which crackled with such an enourmous amount of magical enegery. Reluctantly took aim squarely at this threat.

Princess Luna’s smile vanished as her eyes grew wide in horror. “Wait Sister! It is not –” But it was too late. A blinding bolt of magical energy shot across the square, striking true. The explosion sent the dark alicorn high into the sky and past the outskirts of town, with a determined Celestia taking off in hot pursuit....

Author's Note

I'm bound and determined to finish this story. Now we've reached the Winter Moon Festival. Still some story left, though.

Dreadnought

January 18th

The Labors of Applejack
Chapter Five: Civil Rights Day

“Hmph.” Applejack took a seat on the living room couch. Sighing, she reached down and massaged her sore hooves.

Applejack had spent all morning clearing out the spare bedroom, getting ready for Pinkie Pie. Her cousin needed someplace to live, after all. It was a real shame Sugarcube Corner was closing, but for some reason business had fallen off and the Cakes decided to try their fortunes elsewhere. As bad as it was, it did turn out to be a blessing for Sweet Apple Acres. Over the past few weeks the farm had been inundated with orders for every type of cake and pie and sweet treat by the residents of Ponyville. If it hadn’t been for every member of the family helping out with baking, and the normal winter lull in farm work, they never could have made it. But now that Pinkie Pie was moving in as the new resident baker, things were looking up and the bits were flowing in. Yes, Sweet Apple Acres was rolling in dough, pun most certainly intended.

But that wasn’t the only surprise of late. Applejack will always remember opening that letter and receiving an invitation to Rainbow Dash’s wedding! She never thought her and Zypher Breeze would tie the knot, much less be a serious couple, but here they were. Rainbow Dash had insisted it was a terrible mistake or a really sick prank, that there no absolutely plans – now or ever – for her to marry Zephyr Breeze. Applejack wasn’t so sure, seeing as how the invitations had been sent out by Windy Whistles. Regardless, Rainbow Dash would get a nice sister-in-law with Fluttershy.

Speaking of Fluttershy, Applejack hadn’t seen her since the Winter Moon Festival. That pegasus sure was hungry for some of the griffons’ tofu turkey. She’d even heard Fluttershy was flying to Griffonstone to get her fill.

And of course, Applejack had missed her other two friends lately. Rarity had taken a long cruise out of Mareami to get away from all the work she’d been doing. And Twilight? Well, she’d unfortunately spent Hearth’s Warming in the hospital with a nasty flu. But at least she got to share a room with Princess Luna, who was recovering from her serious injuries inflicted by Princess Celestia. Ponies sure were worried, with whispers of an impending civil war between the sisters, but Applejack didn’t believe any of that. Why, there bond was tighter than an apple press.

Applejack sighed again, “Best get back to work.”

Knock! Knock!

“Now who could that be?” she muttered. Opening the front door, she discovered Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy, the latter chowing down on a tofu turkey leg. “Howdy. What brings y’all to Sweet Apple Acres.”

“Where here to celebrate!” said Rarity.

“Uh – celebrate what?”

“The holiday, of course,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Uh – what holiday? There’s nothin’ between New Year’s and Winter Wrap Up.”

“What about Civil Rights Day?” asked Twilight.

“Uh –”

“Don’t tell me you forgot about Royal’s Day?” asked Rarity.

“Uh –”

“Ooh!” cried Pinkie Pie, bouncing up and down. “What about Clover the Clever Day? It’s so much fun pinching ponies who don’t wear green and goin’ out at night to drink beer.”

“What’s going on here?” Applejack asked.

Twilight gave a devious smile. “Well, since you made sure we celebrated Veterans’ Day, the Fall Harvest Festival, and the Winter Moon Festival, we wanted to make sure you celebrated these other holidays.”

“But I’ve got a lot of work to do.” Her protests went in vain as she was dragged towards Ponyville in a purple aura....

The End

Author's Note

Well, thanks for checking in for the final chapter. I didn't want to leave this story incomplete like - ahem - some of my other stories. I hope you enjoyed it. And by the way, in case you're wondering, Civil Rights Day is a reference to MLK Day, Royal's Day is President's Day, and Clover the Clever Day is St. Patrick's Day.

Be sure to check out my new story, When Worlds Collide.... I posted the latest chapter today!

Dreadnought