The Sphere of Psyche

Rarity strutted down the streets of Ponyville, occasionally winking at a ripped stallion along the way.

She had such a divine time having lunch with her friends, but now it was time to get back to work.

She entered the door of her home and quickly made her way back to her work room, taking a seat in her gorgeous leather office chair and grabbing the next order to be completed on her desk.

This commission was for a young Canterlot mare that was set to be married in a few months.

The dress called for lots of sapphires and gold accents that would make the bride shine as she walked down the aisle to her new husband.

Rarity smiled warmly at the thought. Making wedding dresses was one of her favorite projects to complete ever since she had made Princess Cadance’s dress just a few years ago.

As she was beginning to calculate how many sapphires she was going to need to complete the dress, she heard a familiar voice.

Why don’t you head through town and help some ponies?

“Applejack darling? I didn’t hear you come…” Rarity turned toward the door expecting to see the orange farm pony but instead found silence only greeted her.

“Applejack? Are you there?” She said thinking maybe Applejack just hadn’t finished making her way back to her yet.

Once again though she found nopony replying to her question.

She shrugged and thought she must have been hearing things, putting her attention back on the task at hoof.

Think of how great it will feel and how happy it will make everypony to help out.

I’m doing that right now. This client is counting on me to make her wedding dress.

Aw that can wait. There are plenty of ponies that could use our help right now!

Well I suppose so but-

That’s right! Now let’s go out there and get to it!

Rarity found herself getting up from her desk and walking right back outside where she had come barely twenty minutes ago, heading right for the market section of Ponyville.

Her body was walking with such a sense of urgency to it, like it was on a mission from Princess Celestia herself.

First she ended up at Burnt Oak’s stall, where he seemed to be struggling to unload his wagon of wood to sell.

“Let me help you out there partner!” Rarity blurted out as she made her way over to the wagon.

Ok fine I’ll help Burnt Oak. A bit of magic will get this job done quickly anyway.

Nonsense! That’s taking the easy way. We’re using our hooves!

WHAT?!?!?

Rarity screamed in horror as her body gathered the logs in her manicured hooves and placed them on her well groomed coat before taking them over to Burnt Oak’s stand dropping them neatly in a pile.

She then made her way back to the cart for another load.

Burnt Oak seemed to give her an odd look upon seeing the unicorn not use her horn to complete the task but shrugged.

Any kind of help was appreciated in his old age.

Soon the logs were unloaded and Rarity was left with cracked hooves and a coat covered in tree sap and bark dust.

Burnt Oak thanked her for her help and off her body went again.

Good. We helped somepony. Now can we go home so I can clean up the dirt you’ve put all over my body?!?!

That’s stinking thinking. There are plenty of other ponies that could use a helping hoof.

You cannot possibly be serious!

But the voice in her head was, making the rounds throughout the whole market.

Rarity helped the flower ponies sweep up flower trimmings, again opting to use her mouth instead of her horn to sweep.

She helped Grand Pear unload crates of pear jam, and so many other ponies with their unloading, loading up, and cleaning up.

By the time she had made her way back to the front of the market, her coat was matted and covered in all matters of mess, her mane and tail had things stuck in it and had split ends, and her body was sweaty from all the manual labor.

I can’t believe you made me do all that! And without use of my magic no less!

But didn’t it feel good helping everypony and seeing their smiling faces?

Rarity thought back on her past few hours of work.

It was nice helping out and getting to know everypony better.

She felt a sense of pride at the work she accomplished.

Her body seemed to be heading back home too, so everything seemed to be going well now.

Had she been more attentive however she would’ve noticed she wasn’t steering her body toward home herself, nor was she walking with her usual strut and sway, once again just trotting along like any other common pony.

It wasn’t until her body passed right by Carousel Boutique that she realized the Applejack like voice was still controlling her.

Where are we going now!?! We helped everypony in town! I need to get back to work and get cleaned up!

Of course we are you silly filly. We’re heading back to the farm now to get started.

The Apple family farm? What are you talking out! I don’t work there!

Of course you do sugar cube. We come here every day and tend to the orchard.

Her body continued its way out of town, down the path to Applejack’s farm.

Rarity was beginning to get very worried now.

She first thought maybe this was her conscious or some form of Equestrian magic telling her to do some good in the world, but this was getting a bit out of control.

Her body stopped when it found a wagon parked off to the side of the road, with buckets placed under a apple tree nearby just waiting to be bucked.

What is happening to me?

Why am I acting like Applejack?

Could this have something to do with that sphere she and her friends looked at back at Twilight’s castle?

She had to find her and ask her to fix her!

Rarity begged to the voice, trying to get it to relinquish its power over her while trying to get her hooves to turn back toward town, but it was no use.

The voice was already rearing her hind hooves and bucking the first tree, sending apples falling toward the ground with strength she never knew she possessed.

Come on now! Why act like a pretty priss when we can be tough and helpful like Applejack?

But I don’t think that’s—

Think? What’s to think about? I’m thinking we should just be like Applejack. Besides, you’ll never make it to Twilight’s in time for her to fix you.

I don’t think I should be—

Rarity? You’re right; we tried that and all it ever got us was a few flattering looks. Why not forget? Why not let yourself—

Be like Applejack?

Yes! Just be like Applejack. Just be like Applejack. Be just like Applejack. Be just like Applejack. Be like Applejack. Be like Applejack. Be Applejack. Be Applejack. Be Applejack. Be Applejack.

As the voice spoke to her, Rarity’s body reached for and grabbed the tan leather Stetson hat that laid on the cart and placed it on her head.

As it settled on her head, her fragile mind shattered and began to rebuild itself.

All her memories of grooming herself, dieting, fashion, and trends left her to be replaced with the knowledge of growing and harvesting apples.

Working hard for her employers, the Apple family, and any other ponies she helped matter most to her.

That and being generous with her time to help her friends and fellow town ponies.

Her perfect body also began to fade in place of a new one.

One look at her body would have left anypony who gazed upon it either infatuated or jealous of how she managed to look so good.

This was not to last however as changes began to rock her body.

Her stomach which had been thin and petite began to firm up and harden, showing a vague six pack under her coat.

Her breasts which had been the perfect size to be considered generous but not giant shrank from a tasteful double D cup to barely a single B cup.

Her butt and thighs weren’t spared either from the changes.

Her luscious plot and thighs slimmed down and became tight and firm, with the toned muscle beneath her skin practically bulging underneath it.

Her body reflected that of an experienced farm pony, her chiseled physic only match by the faint scent of apples and sweat that never seemed to stop clinging to her.

Her mane and tail changed as well, her perfectly styled hairdo straightened, two red hair ties appearing and tying themselves just above the end of her dual pony tails on the side of her head and the end of her tail.

She also gained bangs which were swept to whatever side her mood suited her.

Her thick false eyelashes vanished, leaving her lashes as natural as they’d been since the day she was born.

Freckles appeared on both her cheeks replacing her flawless skin with that of a pony that spent all her time in the sun.

As the changes finished adjusting her body to her new life, the voice spoke out once more;

Be Applejack …

“Be…Applejack…” She whispered softly to herself.

And when she opened her eyes that’s who was; Raritini. Who she’d always been.

She gathered the full baskets of apples and placed them in the cart before grabbing more empty baskets to buck apples into.

As she got about seventeen trees in, she took off her hat and whiped her brow of the generous amount of sweat that had gathered there.

“Woo-eee! It sure is a hot one today. Can’t wait to finish up and wet my whistle with a generous glass of cider.” She said in an accent only a country mare like her possessed.

Her elegant way of speaking before now seeming so silly to her simple mind.

She looked at her hat before she placed it back on her head.

Bright Mac had given it to her on her first day of work on the farm.

She struggled at first to find where she belonged, being a unicorn that barely used her horn for much other then menial tasks.

She just liked using her hooves more.

She was so happy to have been welcomed into the apple family not long after she started working there a few years ago.

They allowed her to live on their farm rent free and paid her well for her hard work she provided and took pride in.

She loved ending the day with dirt on her hooves. It was the sign of a job well done after all.

She often missed him and Pear Butter. They treated her like their own daughters.

She sniffled in remembrance before getting back to work.

Before long the work was done and she strapped the cart to her back and headed back to the barn.

She left the cart inside and went to get washed up for dinner, passing Big Macintosh and Apple Bloom as she headed toward the farm house.

Part of her wished she had tried to get Big Mac’s attention before he meet Sugar Belle.

He was such a charming and strong pony. Who was she kidding though?

She loved work more and was glad he was happy.

She trotted on inside to the farm house, letting the screen door slam behind her. Life was good.