Common Senselessby DakariKingMykanChaptersIntro: You Are InvitedAct 1: Who's Not inAct 2: Pre-JudgmentAct 3: For Shame, Rarity!Act 4: Judgment DayIntro: You Are InvitedAuthor's Note I Hate This Story (The way it turns out in the end) Yuck Intro: You Are Invited INTRO One day, Rarity was working at her Canterlot Boutique. There was so much to do for her and Sassy Saddles that Spike had taken time off from assisting Twilight and came to help. Dresses were placed on the pony mannequins. Hats and shoes were laid in the display windows, and the paperwork. Oh, the paperwork…! “Spike please do put those boxes over there.” Rarity called to him. Puffing and panting, Spike struggled to maintain his stance as he lifted two huge boxes, but he couldn’t see where he was going, and when he set them down… “Oh, no, no, not there… Over here!” Rarity protested. “Sorry.” Spike panted, and quickly corrected himself. “Oh, my goodness!” cried Sassy. “I can’t remember where I left the Spring-line inventory. Suddenly, Spike yelled as he fell over, and the boxes burst open, spilling many dresses and clothes all over him. He poked his head up through one of the gowns. “Why that’s it!” cried Sassy. “Oh, Spike… thanks you so much, dear.” “No problem.” Spike grumbled as he helped her set up the display. Soon the store was looking to be in better order, and Rarity closed the last binder of paperwork. “My, my, but that was rather exhausting.” Sassy and Spike both agreed, but Rarity was ever so thankful to them both, especially towards Spike. “I’m so glad you came here to help me today, Spike.” She said, grinning to him and fluttered her eyes, which made Spike feel lighter than air and dazed. So dazed, he didn’t hear the knocking at the store door. Rarity went and answered it, to find a well-dressed unicorn mare. “Miss Rarity?” she asked in a polite and posh tone. “Yes,” Rarity answered. “I’m terribly sorry, we aren’t open yet…” but before she could continue, the mare came straight to the point and explained, “I represent the “Canterlot Fashion Faceoff Festival.” Rarity froze on the spot for a second, and then her blood began racing with anxiety. “Canterlot Fashion Faceoff…?! The single, most-grandest of fashion events in all the envy of Equestria..?!” She could barely contain herself, but then acted posh. “Um… ahem… yes, how may I help you?” The mare then presented her with a scroll invitation from the Fashion Committee, stating that they had heard of her reputation, and were cordially inviting them to be a guest judge at the upcoming faceoff. Rarity’s eyes lit up like the sun, and sparkled like diamonds. “I…? A guest judge at the… the…” she sighed heavenly as she fainted on the floor. Spike had heard of this fashion show, and he examined the invitation. “Sure looks like an important event.” “Important Event?!” snapped Sassy “Spike, have you no consideration. Many a-pony would give their very souls just come within a-hundred feet of such a ravishing event…” she paused “…Myself included.” Spike still didn’t understand too well, not being a fashion enthusiast, but Rarity… she was still on the floor with a goofy grin on her face. “I accept…” she said in a honky voice. Much as the mare thought she was acting strange, she was pleased. Act 1: Who's Not inACT ONE One week later, Spike and Sassy were minding the store while everything was being setup in Canterlot Town Square for the big event. The stage and walkway was completed, curtains, and lights were setup, and even models pre-selected for the show were being brought in. Still, the show was nowhere near ready to start. The preliminary auditions had to be done first to see who would actually have a chance to compete first. Not everyone could be in the show, or the event would simply go on for too long. There were lots of pony fashion designers coming in from all over the land. Some who owned and ran stores like Rarity, some who had actually been in fashion shows before, yet most were simple ponies that worked really hard and were just here to try-out and see what others thought, as a step towards getting on their way towards big things. All of them seemed pretty excited, but none were as excited as Rarity, as she was about to join three other ponies on the panel to see who was in and whom was out. The three other judges were… Cowl, the head-judge: A red unicorn stallion with a dark mane. He worked as a Fashion Entrepreneur, and had judged many contests from all over Equestria. He spoke with an English accent, and seemed pretty strict and looked hard to impress. Glitter Bug: A yellow unicorn mare with a light blue mane with silver streaks that sparkled in the sunlight. She had been modeling for fashion ever since she was a filly, and claimed she had insight on clothes and outfits without even having to wear them. Wind Breaker: A light green unicorn mare with a yellow mane which was straight at the top, and curled around the edges. She also wore a pair of tinted shades over her eyes. She was the owner of a chain of fashion outlets in Las Pegasus, and really claimed to know her stuff. All three of them seemed to resemble a traffic light because of their respective colors-- Red, Yellow, and Green. Rarity had already met her fellow judges and were now strolling with them along the grounds making inspections of the setups. “I really can’t begin to tell you how ecstatic I am to be working with you all.” she complimented. “Oh, why, the public knowledge of me judging with you is bound to increase publicity to my own business as well.” She was able to picture it all now…! Hordes and hordes of ponies coming to her shop in Canterlot and Ponyville. “It’s Rarity!” “…The greatest Fashion Judge in the world.” Ponies would buy her stores clean, and pay her so much money, she could buy her very own castle, and even her own princess garbs. Stallions from all over would line up to ask for her hoof in marriage and shower her with praise and gifts. As her fantasy ended, she found herself staring into space, giggling softly at such hopes. Then she snapped herself back into reality. “Again, I am most honored.” “Darling, it is our pleasure too.” replied Wind Breaker. “Someone with your expertise and visions of these creations will be a wonderful asset to the festival, and as you said, the publicity shall sky-rocket your profits and much more.” Rarity felt very flattered and blushed softly. Then she heard Cowl giving the workers a bit of a rough talk. “You call these curtains? I’ve seen dirty socks hanging from a crusted shack ceiling with more dignity than THIS you’ve hung up.” The workers felt insulted, and would have loved to have given him a rough time, but they didn’t want to ruin the show, so they kept right on working. “Well, that wasn’t very nice.” said Rarity. “Ah, don’t mind him.” said Glitter. “It’s just his way of being opinionated, and it’s also why he’s world-renowned.” She levitated up a magazine of Cowl’s which had the most astounding styles of outfits in them, and very nice comments; and even a few which read: “I had misjudged this talented youngster before. I’m glad he took my advice to make himself better.” “Ye who was once horrid and disgusting made me smile months later.” “Nice to see some ponies get the message and change their ways like their outfits.” Rarity thought the clothes were nice, but the comments seemed to make her a bit uneasy. “Well, anyways…” she said, “If there is anything that I can do at all…” “Nah, just stick with us, and you’ll do fine.” said Glitter. “I know “Fine” when I see it.” Rarity held in a giggle. Soon, it was time for the judges to begin preliminary judgment to allow the entries a chance to compete. However, Rarity noticed a large pile of papers on one of the tables behind the curtains. These were much of the entry forms of the all the entries who had sent in or signed up. “My goodness!” she exclaimed. “So many entries; we could be here all day.” “Oh, no, we won’t.” replied Wind Breakers. “Those are all the rejects.” Rarity looked puzzled. “Rejects?” “That’s right; “Rejects.” teased Cowl “…As in those who don’t belong here, and we sent them home to their mummies.” Now Rarity was concerned, “But… but they haven’t even had a chance to audition yet. Imagine how disappointed they shall be.” “Oh, puh-lease…” retorted Cowl. “Half of them shouldn’t even be here in the first place. They got no degree, no background, and no chance. So why bother to put up with them? It just makes the job easier.” “You said it yourself,” added Wind Breaker “We’d be here all day if we had the view that many applicants.” Glitter nodded, “It’s just common sense, and logical knowledge. Only those who have actual talent and skill should be allowed to even think of being here. Not some flimsy wannabes who wish to use fashion for frivolities.” said Glitter. “Don’t you agree, Rarity?” She sounded like she was trying to give Rarity an ultimatum, causing her to grow really nervous inside. She was already starting to dislike this trio for their attitudes, but this was still a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her. Did she dare give it up? She could already look beyond the curtains… So many disappointed ponies were sadly walking away, having been told earlier they were rejected from the auditions due to lack of degrees in sewing or fashion credentials. Some were in tears, others felt in disgrace, and a few even looked as if their lives were over! “Rarity?” called Cowl. “Are… you… with us?” Rarity still stalled for a moment, but then she answered, “Happy to be onboard.” Act 2: Pre-JudgmentACT TWO Soon the auditions were underway. Most of the remaining applicants, who possessed degrees and fashion credentials, merely showed the judges their outfits from kiosks, or on mannequins they have brought in on dollies. But the judges were as tough as rocks, full of loads of criticism, and not very constructive either. “What is this supposed to be?” Cowl asked gruffly. The applicant answered, “I call it, the “Starry Sky Specialty.” He demonstrated a beautiful dark gown, black as night with a slight touch of purple and beautiful sparkles all around it. A beautiful violet sash with a large white star was curled round the waist. Rarity’s eyes sparkled like the dress itself. “I think it’s possibly glimmering.” she exclaimed. “I can feel the stars shimmering in the night, and it gives that soft coolness that lowers your temperature.” Glitter agreed too, but with far less enthusiasm. “It looks sparkly, but it makes me think more of pins and needles to whoever tries that on.” The maker froze in place. “Um… okay…” Wind Breaker shook her head. “Sorry, honey. I just can’t dig it. Nobody wants to feel coolness in the air, they want to feel beauty.” The maker was starting to feel weak in the knees, while Rarity was starting to feel a bit uneasy. Then came Cowl, and he was meaner than a dog without a bone. “You call this fashion? I would call it “Trash” but that would be an insult to real garbage.” Rarity gasped softly, and the maker could take a hint, and decided to leave before he started crying before the horrible judges. Rarity wanted to shout out to the judges for that reprehensible act, but the next applicant came in. She was a mare who had brought three outfits of the same color, but each of a different form-- a ball-gown, a leotard for gymnastics, and a swimsuit for the beach. “I call this line, “Same Differences.” she boasted. While Rarity was all one for the different designs she had marked down points for it all being the exact same color-- fuchsia. “The colors are fine, except that they leave out room for definition and making it hard to look at the designs.” “Agreed.” said Glitter. “But according to your background, you won the Springtime Fashion Follies three times. That’s good enough for me.” Wind Breaker marked down her points. “I say the colors level the field, and this way you needn’t worry about stripes, or other accessories that clash with it.” Even gave a simple smile and nod. “Degree checks out, so do credentials; you’re in.” The mare smiled thankfully, while Rarity’s insides were going crazy. “Whatever is the matter with these folks?” she wondered. “They’re being persuaded by the ponies’ stats rather than the consideration of all the hard work they put into their outfits.” Yet, nothing could have prepared her for what was coming next. “Next applicant,” called Cowl. “…Applejack of Sweet Apple Acres, Ponyville.” Rarity’s heart skipped a beat. “Did you… just say… what I thought you said?” Sure enough, it was Applejack. “Hi y’all.” She called with a tip of her hat. “Congrats on making the board, Rarity.” Rarity was most confused. “Since when are you into fashion…?” Applejack felt insulted instantly, but instead she began with her opening statement. “Just because I’m a farm-girl, dirty, crusty, and covering in mud all the time… don’t mean she ain’t artistic. I can love fashion as much as any-pony else.” The two lady judges held in soft snickers, and Cowl rudely motioned with his hoof for her to get it on. Rarity could still hardly believe any of this. A week ago she had written to a letter to her friends back home telling them about how she made the panel, and wished they come over and see her for the show. She never, in her entire life, ever expected to see Applejack ever try to compete in the show. Applejack had brought in a large mobile kiosk from home, which she took to great expense to get on the train and get all the way to Canterlot. She opened the two doors wide, revealing inside, three beautiful ball gowns she had designed herself. “I call them, the “Apple Sisters” Reason she called them such, each dress was a different color of the three different kinds of apples-- Red, Green, or Yellow. The Red dress had a long flowing skirt with ruffles. The Green was a slick, sparkling dress that shimmered in the light. The Yellow was by far the prettiest, to Applejack. It was a yellow, but so well faded it was near white, and Applejack had converted it into a wedding gown, and it shimmered as brightly as the sun. Rarity gawked at each dress with such astonishment, and she pictured herself modeling in each one. Yet the other judges, immediately gave Applejack an immediately dismissal. “What are you even doing here?” asked Cowl. Applejack’s features began to harden. “Excuse me?” “You don’t even have a degree, you’ve not even been in any Fashion Show before, and yet here you are presenting this tasteless, blasted, eye-killing mess, and expect good things to happen to you? Were it up to me, I would bare you from even going anyplace a needle and thread ever again.” Rarity felt he had gone too far with that, and Applejack was furious. Wind Breaker then said, “Honey, it’s good, but I don’t think you belong here at all. You should really stick to farming.” “Ah!” Applejack gasped in disgust. Rarity felt that same strike in her blood too. Glitter shook her head at Applejack. “Lady, you got no place here, and even if we’d let you in, All Bets are off: You’d get Last Place for sure compared to all that goes on.” Now it was down to Rarity, and she rolled her eyes back and forth at Applejack, and the judges. The answer was painfully obvious at what she had to say, but then she could see all her wonderful fantasies-- the profits, the fame, her castle, the potential suitors-- they were all fading away before her eyes, and leaving her all alone in the darkness. She then marked on her clipboard “Rejected.” Applejack felt as if her heart had stopped. “I don’t believe this.” she peeped softly. Rarity could feel the pain of Applejack’s gaze pierce her own soul as well, but taking the hint, Applejack closed up her kiosk and slowly wheeled it out. Cowl yawned, “There goes another one. Poor duck.” “Well, that’s what you get for not having the right stuff.” teased Wind Breaker. Glitter sighed, “I’m glad she’s gone. I don’t know how we miss some of these talentless hacks on their entry-forms.” As if it were bad enough the ponies had just shot down Applejack without giving her much of a chance, they didn’t seem to care a bit about her feelings either. …And she, herself, just dismissed her dear friend. Her insides were positively burning with guilt. So guilty, she was barely able to snap herself out of it to focus on the next entries. She practically just went along with the other judges, with simple “Yes” or “No” responses because she could hardly think. By the end of the day, all the auditions were over, mostly due to the three judges being highly biased, and the fact they had eliminated most of the entries simply by looking at their applications. No Degree… No Entry… No Background… No Entry… Low Social Stats… No entry… Glitter even rejected some of the ponies because she didn’t like their appearances-- nerdy, or too young or old, compared to dazzling and gorgeous, or even those who acted as pompous and as conceited as the judges. “Well, this took me for a spell.” said Cowl. “It’s not easy telling ponies they ain’t good all day. I’m off to fill up.” and he excused himself to get dinner. The ladies excused themselves as well, but Wind Breaker stopped a moment. “Care to join us, Rarity? The meal’s on us for your first day.” Normally, Rarity would leap at the chance to dine, especially for a free meal, but she had to refuse. “I’m afraid there is something of great importance I must tend to.” and she galloped off, much to the judges’ confusions. Act 3: For Shame, Rarity!ACT THREE The rest of the friends had been in Canterlot for two days. When they had received word that Rarity would be a judge in the Fashion Show, they wanted to be there for her, but also to give Applejack support for the contest too. When they all heard of how the judges had kicked her out without giving her much thought, they were all shocked, and appalled, especially with Rarity. They all decided to a restaurant for dinner, without Rarity. “She just kicked you out without giving you much of a chance?” asked Twilight. “Eeyup.” Applejack sighed as she sulked miserably “They won’t let you in the show just because you don’t have a degree in sewing?” asked Rainbow. “…Nope.” “Oh, Applejack.” said Fluttershy. “I’m so sorry.” Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were both furious. “It’s bad enough they kick most ponies out without even trying.” sneered Pinkie. “But they just make fun of them and send them off too. That’s… it’s just so…!” She was so frustrated she gulped down her entire milkshake in one gulp, giving herself brain-freeze, and she slumped onto the table. “Ooooh, I’d like to go over there and give those judges and little judgment of my own!” grumbled Rainbow, thinking violent thoughts, or at least a prank or two.” Twilight, as upset as she was, refused to allow such acts. “Rainbow, we can’t do that to them. It’ll only make things worse.” Applejack shook her head in total disbelief. “It’s not just that the judges chewed me out, but Rarity went along with them.” Spike was, by far, the most shocked and appalled. “I can’t believe it, not Rarity. Back at home, she always was willing to give other ponies a chance to compete in shows.” There was no denying it, all the friends agreed, Rarity was having one of her flawed episodes again-- only thinking about herself instead of her friendship. Applejack still didn’t feel like eating right away. “I just want to take a little walk. You know, clear my head.” “Okay, Applejack, but we’re here for you if you need us.” said Twilight, and the others all agreed. Applejack left the restaurant and walked out into the night. No sooner had she turned the corner did she run into Rarity, whom had practically been waiting for her. “Applejack… may I please speak with you?” she asked rather nervously, but as she expected, Applejack snuffed and walked past her. Rarity bit her limb in guilty frustration, and then trotted up to catch up with her. “Applejack, I realize you were just a touch too harshly.” Still walking, and not stopping to look at her, Applejack gruffly said. “…I wasn’t even given a fair chance, and you know it. I’d say that’s a little more than “a touch.” Rarity tried to keep herself calm and not turn this into a dramatic beg. “Applejack, the judges were merely doing what they felt was right. They were using common sense, feeling that certain ponies are just… well… you know… different from the rest.” Applejack didn’t buy any of it in the least, and she finally stopped and glared angrily at her, sending shivers up Rarity’s spine. “Common Sense…? Common Sense…?!! …That was a load of outright bigotry, and you know it too.” Rarity looked more shameful and guiltier than ever. Tears were starting to fill in her eyes. “Applejack, please… I’m truly sorry.” Too angry to forgive and forget so quickly, Applejack could only say “Rejected.” and she went off on her own leaving Rarity in tearful disgrace. She collapsed on the ground sobbing ever so softly. “What have I done?!” Much later, she was back at her store, having locked it up earlier. She was now lying flat on her fainting couch, loads of crumpled up, used tissues around her, and chowing on ice cream in her usual way while softly sobbing. Sassy decided to stay, even though she knew what Rarity had done and was most appalled, she at least found heart enough to stay to stay and try to comfort and reason with her. “Oh, Sassy… I’ve made a terrible mistake.” Rarity sobbed, and then she gobbled down another spoonful of ice cream. Sassy sighed. “Rarity, I must say, I am very surprised at you. You know as well as I do that every-pony deserves a fair chance at anything.” Rarity quivered as the guilt shot through her. She knew this very well, and yet she crossed the line very badly. “Applejack’s dresses were rather ravishing, and the world deserves to see them.” Sassy nodded. “As for those other judges; I haven’t a clue of how they ascertained their positions or their senses, but it seems to me they care more about amusing themselves at the expense of others rather than being fair. …Claiming it is “common-sense” when clearly it isn’t.” Rarity was still uncertain of what to do about it. A large part of her wanted to just quit the show and upright tell those judges off for their horrid ways, but she was afraid to do so, fearing what those judges would do. They would probably write bad reports about her, and try to make her seem unfit as fashionista, and that would ruin her chances at good publicity and all those other fantasies she had. Then there was the show itself. If she dropped out, and with no time to get a fourth judge, it would fold, and then she’d have even more fashion designers mad at her. They would probably even vandalize her store, or throw apples at her face whenever she was in public. “Oh… What am I going to do-hoo-hoo-hoo?!” she wailed. “You can start by doing the right thing.” said Twilight. Rarity looked up and saw her and the other friends, without Applejack, standing in the store entrance. While Rarity had been beating herself down, they knocked at the store door, and Sassy let them in, feeling they could help as well. All of them, even Spike gave her the same look of disdain and disappointment, but they didn’t bother lecture her on Sassy’s advice. Rarity wiped her eyes and blew her nostrils. “Where is Applejack?” she asked. “She’s at the hotel.” replied Fluttershy. “I’ve never seen her so upset.” “She’s not the only one.” said Rainbow. “I overheard a ton of other ponies who were rejected from the show too. They’re pretty steamed and crushed.” Rarity pounded her hoofs on the couch and bolted upright. “No!!” she snapped. “No more of this! It’s time for me to fix the great fashion disaster!” The others all winced at her sudden outburst. “What do you have in mind?” asked Pinkie. “Spike!” snapped Rarity “Get me a big pile of paper, ink, and quills.” “Um… okay…” Spike said, and he scuttled off. “Rarity, what are you planning?” asked Twilight. “…You’ll see, but I need you to do something for me as well, Twilight.” and she whispered into Twilight’s ear. That night, while Applejack slept in her hotel sweet, all she could dream about were those mean and horrible judges insulting her even more. “The only thing fashionable about you is that hat of yours.” spat Cowl. “You are so retarded; you make real retards look intelligent.” “No degree… No way, you talentless hack!” sneered Wind Breaker. “Get out of fashion and never return, you worthless wannabe.” taunted Glitter. Rarity just glared at her, shaking her head, and rather than just tell her, she just tossed her slip, after slip, after slip, which all red “REJECTED!” All those awful things kept coming at her… …Until she snapped awake. She groaned miserably. “Dag-nabbit! Who do those ponies think they are, especially Rarity?” She fell back asleep again, and was unable to see someone sneaking into her room, like magic, and made their way towards the kiosk with all her dresses inside. Act 4: Judgment DayACT FOUR The next morning when Applejack awoke and stretched, there was a letter resting on her bed, right before her. “What’s this?” The note read: “Come one, Come All, to Rarity’s Canterlot Boutique for the “Fashion Fair of Fairness. Featuring a special presentation...” Applejack didn’t know what to think. Was Rarity trying to suck up to her in another attempt to make a hollow apology? Then, she noticed from the corner of the room where she had set her kiosk the night before… …it was gone! “Jumping Hayfields!” she cried. “My kiosk…! My dresses…!” She paused and stood tall and stiff. “Okay, now… don’t panic. It’ll only make things worse.” Normally she would try and keep calm and quiet about most situations, but after she took in one soft, deep breath, she began to go crazy. “I’ve been robbed! I spent a full month making those gowns! Not to mention blew two months of pay for the materials!” Just then, she thought back to the note, and she began to suspect… “Oh, no, no…! Don’t tell me she’s stooped even lower?” It was bad enough Rarity could let go of her morals every now and then, and now she was resorting to thievery?! She grabbed her hat and slapped it on her head, while glaring in a furious way and snuffing like a bull. She charged her way through the hotel and out into the open, galloping her way towards Rarity’s store. “When I get my hoofs on her, I’m gonna--!!” Suddenly, she froze on the spot-- her body was encased in a shell of sparkling aura, and she couldn’t move an inch. “Hey! What’s going on here?!” she growled. She couldn’t break free, and to make matters worse, no other pony nearby seemed to notice her, or could hear her calling for help. One pony was walking right towards her, and yet passed right through her like an optical illusion. Whatever magic this was, it was powerful and frightening. “Who’s doing this to me?!” Applejack wondered. She was forced to remain where she was until long after midday. Applejack was really growing fed up and irritable just standing where she was, still unable to move, and she hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch. Her stomach was growling really loud. Suddenly, Twilight came along, and she dispelled the magic she had cast. “Okay, Applejack, you can come out now.” Applejack was finally able to move again, and she fell flat on the ground, all stiff and beat. “Twilight…? You did this?” Twilight nodded softly. “Sorry, but I had to. You’ll thank me later.” “Thank you?!” snapped Applejack, and before she could say anything else, Twilight had levitated her up into the air and dragged her along telling her “…You’re going to love this.” Applejack honestly didn’t know how much more of this she could take. Well… things suddenly felt different when they arrived at Rarity’s and Twilight let her down. Applejack could hardly believe her eyes… Outside in the streets where so many displays and showcases of clothes and outfits; many of which Applejack recognized as from all the contestants who were rejected from the show. The place was flocking not only with the contestants who designed the outfits, but patrons all over the village were flocking in lines gear to see the clothes as well. Applejack then remembered the note left in her room, and she was beginning to put all the pieces together. Then, a small fanfare sounded, and spotlights were shining on a small stage set up right next to the front doors. Rarity then took the stage and welcomed everyone. “I’d like to welcome you all here, and before you say anything at all, I would first like to whole heartedly apologize to all the contestants from the Fashion Show, for the way you were horribly mistreated and dismissed so callously without being given a proper chance. And there is one pony in particular I sincerely wish to apologize to as well.” Applejack looked at her through the crowds, and Twilight gave her a soft nudge. Rarity poured all her heart into what she was about to say. “I acted very foolishly. I wanted to fit in so well with those I thought were peers that I lost sight of what really matters… Every Pony deserves a fair chance, and should not be judged solely on their backgrounds or any social status. …Which is why, I wish for you all to view this trio of terrific gowns called, “The Apple Sisters.” Applejack’s eyes widened. That’s when the curtains opened wide as beat music began to play, and Pinkie, Rainbow, and Fluttershy walked out, all dressed in the clothes Applejack had made. Pinkie wore the red dress, Rainbow the green, and Fluttershy wore the yellow wedding dress. They posed and twirled, and the entire audience was so captivated by the stunning astonishment. Pictures were taken, notes were written down, there was even chattering amongst others… “Those are super gowns.” “I wish I had made them.” “I’d buy them in a heartbeat.” Applejack didn’t know what to say. She was all warm inside, and tears were coming to her eyes. Twilight then explained it was all Rarity’s idea. “We spent the whole morning setting up, and that’s why I had to freeze you in place. We couldn’t let you get here while we weren’t ready.” Applejack felt more touched than ever… …When suddenly, she heard a sickening, familiar voice. “What is going on here?” It was Cowl, and the other judges, and they didn’t look the least bit pleased. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was a fashion expo.” teased Wind Breaker. “Good thing we DO know better.” scoffed Glitter. Features hardened, and practically everyone in the entire area stared gruesomely at the nasty judges, but it was Rarity who spoke up. “Do you…? Do you really know better?” Cowl quickly answered, “Of course we do. That’s why we three are the greatest judges, and you, Ms. Rarity are not. We’re here to inform you that you have been relieved of your duties for failing to show up for the judging this morning.” Rarity didn’t seem the least bit upset. “You can’t dismiss me… because I resign.” Now the judges looked shocked. “No one resigns from us.” sneered Wind Breaker. “We said you are dismissed, and that is final.” “Enough!!” shouted Twilight, and she spoke severely to the judges. “Whether you say she’s fired, or she says she quits-- the bottom-line is, she’s glad not to be working with the likes of you anymore.” Shocked again, the judges looked far at Rarity, and she stuck her muzzle up high in a huff confirming Twilight’s saying. Then Applejack spoke up to the judges. “You three may think you’re great judges, but you’re not very nice folks; not the way you behave. So as far as we’re all concerned here, we all don’t need your fancy fashion show, because we all know we’re special right here.” The crowd began to applaud and cheer, but the judges were ruder than ever… “You call this special?” sneered Glitter, “Well, at least we know retardation when we see it.” The three judges snickered. Finally, even Twilight was ready to lose her temper, but she managed to hold back. Spike marched straight up to the three nasty ponies, “I think you better leave… now!” “What?” taunted Cowl “Can’t take the criticism? Like we said… if you can’t take the criticism you shouldn’t be in the business in the first place.” Now he was just being bold and foolish. Twilight sighed miserably, and even she asked the judges to leave. “Someday I hope you three learn the difference between “Criticism” and “Being mean.” Rarity approached the judges and let them have it good. “This is your final warning: Leave my property at once. If either one of you says one more unkind thing about me, my friends, or these other ponies, I will personally write a report to Princess Celestia detailing your inhumanity, and thereby running you all the risk of being disgraced by the entire Equestrian Fashion Community! …IS THAT CLEAR?!!” Finally realizing the danger they were in, being outnumber, more than a-hundred to one, the judges made a run for it, yet they dashed off in such a panic… Cowl crashed face-first into a lamppost… Wind Breaker tripped over a garbage can… And Glitter ran straight into a batch of shrubs. Everyone laughed at their misfortune, and the angry and humiliated ponies walked off. “I sure hope they learn someday.” said Spike. Twilight had her doubts, but hoped the same as well. “Speaking of learning…” said Rarity, and she approached Applejack, and looked her deeply in the eyes. “Applejack… can you ever forgive me for being so foolish?” Having lost her anger long ago and seeing the good that Rarity had done, not just for her but all the shunned entries… “…Sure.” She answered proudly, and hugged her friend warmly, earning them both an “Aww…” from the crowds. The mood was then broken by Applejack’s growling stomach. “Um… I don’t suppose you arranged for any vittles around here, did you?” Everyone shared a laugh. Author's Note Applejack forgave Rarity, and the friends all lived happily ever after... ...I think I'm going to be sick! If only I could've made this into a "Friendship is Failure"
Intro: You Are InvitedAuthor's Note I Hate This Story (The way it turns out in the end) Yuck Intro: You Are Invited INTRO One day, Rarity was working at her Canterlot Boutique. There was so much to do for her and Sassy Saddles that Spike had taken time off from assisting Twilight and came to help. Dresses were placed on the pony mannequins. Hats and shoes were laid in the display windows, and the paperwork. Oh, the paperwork…! “Spike please do put those boxes over there.” Rarity called to him. Puffing and panting, Spike struggled to maintain his stance as he lifted two huge boxes, but he couldn’t see where he was going, and when he set them down… “Oh, no, no, not there… Over here!” Rarity protested. “Sorry.” Spike panted, and quickly corrected himself. “Oh, my goodness!” cried Sassy. “I can’t remember where I left the Spring-line inventory. Suddenly, Spike yelled as he fell over, and the boxes burst open, spilling many dresses and clothes all over him. He poked his head up through one of the gowns. “Why that’s it!” cried Sassy. “Oh, Spike… thanks you so much, dear.” “No problem.” Spike grumbled as he helped her set up the display. Soon the store was looking to be in better order, and Rarity closed the last binder of paperwork. “My, my, but that was rather exhausting.” Sassy and Spike both agreed, but Rarity was ever so thankful to them both, especially towards Spike. “I’m so glad you came here to help me today, Spike.” She said, grinning to him and fluttered her eyes, which made Spike feel lighter than air and dazed. So dazed, he didn’t hear the knocking at the store door. Rarity went and answered it, to find a well-dressed unicorn mare. “Miss Rarity?” she asked in a polite and posh tone. “Yes,” Rarity answered. “I’m terribly sorry, we aren’t open yet…” but before she could continue, the mare came straight to the point and explained, “I represent the “Canterlot Fashion Faceoff Festival.” Rarity froze on the spot for a second, and then her blood began racing with anxiety. “Canterlot Fashion Faceoff…?! The single, most-grandest of fashion events in all the envy of Equestria..?!” She could barely contain herself, but then acted posh. “Um… ahem… yes, how may I help you?” The mare then presented her with a scroll invitation from the Fashion Committee, stating that they had heard of her reputation, and were cordially inviting them to be a guest judge at the upcoming faceoff. Rarity’s eyes lit up like the sun, and sparkled like diamonds. “I…? A guest judge at the… the…” she sighed heavenly as she fainted on the floor. Spike had heard of this fashion show, and he examined the invitation. “Sure looks like an important event.” “Important Event?!” snapped Sassy “Spike, have you no consideration. Many a-pony would give their very souls just come within a-hundred feet of such a ravishing event…” she paused “…Myself included.” Spike still didn’t understand too well, not being a fashion enthusiast, but Rarity… she was still on the floor with a goofy grin on her face. “I accept…” she said in a honky voice. Much as the mare thought she was acting strange, she was pleased.
Act 1: Who's Not inACT ONE One week later, Spike and Sassy were minding the store while everything was being setup in Canterlot Town Square for the big event. The stage and walkway was completed, curtains, and lights were setup, and even models pre-selected for the show were being brought in. Still, the show was nowhere near ready to start. The preliminary auditions had to be done first to see who would actually have a chance to compete first. Not everyone could be in the show, or the event would simply go on for too long. There were lots of pony fashion designers coming in from all over the land. Some who owned and ran stores like Rarity, some who had actually been in fashion shows before, yet most were simple ponies that worked really hard and were just here to try-out and see what others thought, as a step towards getting on their way towards big things. All of them seemed pretty excited, but none were as excited as Rarity, as she was about to join three other ponies on the panel to see who was in and whom was out. The three other judges were… Cowl, the head-judge: A red unicorn stallion with a dark mane. He worked as a Fashion Entrepreneur, and had judged many contests from all over Equestria. He spoke with an English accent, and seemed pretty strict and looked hard to impress. Glitter Bug: A yellow unicorn mare with a light blue mane with silver streaks that sparkled in the sunlight. She had been modeling for fashion ever since she was a filly, and claimed she had insight on clothes and outfits without even having to wear them. Wind Breaker: A light green unicorn mare with a yellow mane which was straight at the top, and curled around the edges. She also wore a pair of tinted shades over her eyes. She was the owner of a chain of fashion outlets in Las Pegasus, and really claimed to know her stuff. All three of them seemed to resemble a traffic light because of their respective colors-- Red, Yellow, and Green. Rarity had already met her fellow judges and were now strolling with them along the grounds making inspections of the setups. “I really can’t begin to tell you how ecstatic I am to be working with you all.” she complimented. “Oh, why, the public knowledge of me judging with you is bound to increase publicity to my own business as well.” She was able to picture it all now…! Hordes and hordes of ponies coming to her shop in Canterlot and Ponyville. “It’s Rarity!” “…The greatest Fashion Judge in the world.” Ponies would buy her stores clean, and pay her so much money, she could buy her very own castle, and even her own princess garbs. Stallions from all over would line up to ask for her hoof in marriage and shower her with praise and gifts. As her fantasy ended, she found herself staring into space, giggling softly at such hopes. Then she snapped herself back into reality. “Again, I am most honored.” “Darling, it is our pleasure too.” replied Wind Breaker. “Someone with your expertise and visions of these creations will be a wonderful asset to the festival, and as you said, the publicity shall sky-rocket your profits and much more.” Rarity felt very flattered and blushed softly. Then she heard Cowl giving the workers a bit of a rough talk. “You call these curtains? I’ve seen dirty socks hanging from a crusted shack ceiling with more dignity than THIS you’ve hung up.” The workers felt insulted, and would have loved to have given him a rough time, but they didn’t want to ruin the show, so they kept right on working. “Well, that wasn’t very nice.” said Rarity. “Ah, don’t mind him.” said Glitter. “It’s just his way of being opinionated, and it’s also why he’s world-renowned.” She levitated up a magazine of Cowl’s which had the most astounding styles of outfits in them, and very nice comments; and even a few which read: “I had misjudged this talented youngster before. I’m glad he took my advice to make himself better.” “Ye who was once horrid and disgusting made me smile months later.” “Nice to see some ponies get the message and change their ways like their outfits.” Rarity thought the clothes were nice, but the comments seemed to make her a bit uneasy. “Well, anyways…” she said, “If there is anything that I can do at all…” “Nah, just stick with us, and you’ll do fine.” said Glitter. “I know “Fine” when I see it.” Rarity held in a giggle. Soon, it was time for the judges to begin preliminary judgment to allow the entries a chance to compete. However, Rarity noticed a large pile of papers on one of the tables behind the curtains. These were much of the entry forms of the all the entries who had sent in or signed up. “My goodness!” she exclaimed. “So many entries; we could be here all day.” “Oh, no, we won’t.” replied Wind Breakers. “Those are all the rejects.” Rarity looked puzzled. “Rejects?” “That’s right; “Rejects.” teased Cowl “…As in those who don’t belong here, and we sent them home to their mummies.” Now Rarity was concerned, “But… but they haven’t even had a chance to audition yet. Imagine how disappointed they shall be.” “Oh, puh-lease…” retorted Cowl. “Half of them shouldn’t even be here in the first place. They got no degree, no background, and no chance. So why bother to put up with them? It just makes the job easier.” “You said it yourself,” added Wind Breaker “We’d be here all day if we had the view that many applicants.” Glitter nodded, “It’s just common sense, and logical knowledge. Only those who have actual talent and skill should be allowed to even think of being here. Not some flimsy wannabes who wish to use fashion for frivolities.” said Glitter. “Don’t you agree, Rarity?” She sounded like she was trying to give Rarity an ultimatum, causing her to grow really nervous inside. She was already starting to dislike this trio for their attitudes, but this was still a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her. Did she dare give it up? She could already look beyond the curtains… So many disappointed ponies were sadly walking away, having been told earlier they were rejected from the auditions due to lack of degrees in sewing or fashion credentials. Some were in tears, others felt in disgrace, and a few even looked as if their lives were over! “Rarity?” called Cowl. “Are… you… with us?” Rarity still stalled for a moment, but then she answered, “Happy to be onboard.”
Act 2: Pre-JudgmentACT TWO Soon the auditions were underway. Most of the remaining applicants, who possessed degrees and fashion credentials, merely showed the judges their outfits from kiosks, or on mannequins they have brought in on dollies. But the judges were as tough as rocks, full of loads of criticism, and not very constructive either. “What is this supposed to be?” Cowl asked gruffly. The applicant answered, “I call it, the “Starry Sky Specialty.” He demonstrated a beautiful dark gown, black as night with a slight touch of purple and beautiful sparkles all around it. A beautiful violet sash with a large white star was curled round the waist. Rarity’s eyes sparkled like the dress itself. “I think it’s possibly glimmering.” she exclaimed. “I can feel the stars shimmering in the night, and it gives that soft coolness that lowers your temperature.” Glitter agreed too, but with far less enthusiasm. “It looks sparkly, but it makes me think more of pins and needles to whoever tries that on.” The maker froze in place. “Um… okay…” Wind Breaker shook her head. “Sorry, honey. I just can’t dig it. Nobody wants to feel coolness in the air, they want to feel beauty.” The maker was starting to feel weak in the knees, while Rarity was starting to feel a bit uneasy. Then came Cowl, and he was meaner than a dog without a bone. “You call this fashion? I would call it “Trash” but that would be an insult to real garbage.” Rarity gasped softly, and the maker could take a hint, and decided to leave before he started crying before the horrible judges. Rarity wanted to shout out to the judges for that reprehensible act, but the next applicant came in. She was a mare who had brought three outfits of the same color, but each of a different form-- a ball-gown, a leotard for gymnastics, and a swimsuit for the beach. “I call this line, “Same Differences.” she boasted. While Rarity was all one for the different designs she had marked down points for it all being the exact same color-- fuchsia. “The colors are fine, except that they leave out room for definition and making it hard to look at the designs.” “Agreed.” said Glitter. “But according to your background, you won the Springtime Fashion Follies three times. That’s good enough for me.” Wind Breaker marked down her points. “I say the colors level the field, and this way you needn’t worry about stripes, or other accessories that clash with it.” Even gave a simple smile and nod. “Degree checks out, so do credentials; you’re in.” The mare smiled thankfully, while Rarity’s insides were going crazy. “Whatever is the matter with these folks?” she wondered. “They’re being persuaded by the ponies’ stats rather than the consideration of all the hard work they put into their outfits.” Yet, nothing could have prepared her for what was coming next. “Next applicant,” called Cowl. “…Applejack of Sweet Apple Acres, Ponyville.” Rarity’s heart skipped a beat. “Did you… just say… what I thought you said?” Sure enough, it was Applejack. “Hi y’all.” She called with a tip of her hat. “Congrats on making the board, Rarity.” Rarity was most confused. “Since when are you into fashion…?” Applejack felt insulted instantly, but instead she began with her opening statement. “Just because I’m a farm-girl, dirty, crusty, and covering in mud all the time… don’t mean she ain’t artistic. I can love fashion as much as any-pony else.” The two lady judges held in soft snickers, and Cowl rudely motioned with his hoof for her to get it on. Rarity could still hardly believe any of this. A week ago she had written to a letter to her friends back home telling them about how she made the panel, and wished they come over and see her for the show. She never, in her entire life, ever expected to see Applejack ever try to compete in the show. Applejack had brought in a large mobile kiosk from home, which she took to great expense to get on the train and get all the way to Canterlot. She opened the two doors wide, revealing inside, three beautiful ball gowns she had designed herself. “I call them, the “Apple Sisters” Reason she called them such, each dress was a different color of the three different kinds of apples-- Red, Green, or Yellow. The Red dress had a long flowing skirt with ruffles. The Green was a slick, sparkling dress that shimmered in the light. The Yellow was by far the prettiest, to Applejack. It was a yellow, but so well faded it was near white, and Applejack had converted it into a wedding gown, and it shimmered as brightly as the sun. Rarity gawked at each dress with such astonishment, and she pictured herself modeling in each one. Yet the other judges, immediately gave Applejack an immediately dismissal. “What are you even doing here?” asked Cowl. Applejack’s features began to harden. “Excuse me?” “You don’t even have a degree, you’ve not even been in any Fashion Show before, and yet here you are presenting this tasteless, blasted, eye-killing mess, and expect good things to happen to you? Were it up to me, I would bare you from even going anyplace a needle and thread ever again.” Rarity felt he had gone too far with that, and Applejack was furious. Wind Breaker then said, “Honey, it’s good, but I don’t think you belong here at all. You should really stick to farming.” “Ah!” Applejack gasped in disgust. Rarity felt that same strike in her blood too. Glitter shook her head at Applejack. “Lady, you got no place here, and even if we’d let you in, All Bets are off: You’d get Last Place for sure compared to all that goes on.” Now it was down to Rarity, and she rolled her eyes back and forth at Applejack, and the judges. The answer was painfully obvious at what she had to say, but then she could see all her wonderful fantasies-- the profits, the fame, her castle, the potential suitors-- they were all fading away before her eyes, and leaving her all alone in the darkness. She then marked on her clipboard “Rejected.” Applejack felt as if her heart had stopped. “I don’t believe this.” she peeped softly. Rarity could feel the pain of Applejack’s gaze pierce her own soul as well, but taking the hint, Applejack closed up her kiosk and slowly wheeled it out. Cowl yawned, “There goes another one. Poor duck.” “Well, that’s what you get for not having the right stuff.” teased Wind Breaker. Glitter sighed, “I’m glad she’s gone. I don’t know how we miss some of these talentless hacks on their entry-forms.” As if it were bad enough the ponies had just shot down Applejack without giving her much of a chance, they didn’t seem to care a bit about her feelings either. …And she, herself, just dismissed her dear friend. Her insides were positively burning with guilt. So guilty, she was barely able to snap herself out of it to focus on the next entries. She practically just went along with the other judges, with simple “Yes” or “No” responses because she could hardly think. By the end of the day, all the auditions were over, mostly due to the three judges being highly biased, and the fact they had eliminated most of the entries simply by looking at their applications. No Degree… No Entry… No Background… No Entry… Low Social Stats… No entry… Glitter even rejected some of the ponies because she didn’t like their appearances-- nerdy, or too young or old, compared to dazzling and gorgeous, or even those who acted as pompous and as conceited as the judges. “Well, this took me for a spell.” said Cowl. “It’s not easy telling ponies they ain’t good all day. I’m off to fill up.” and he excused himself to get dinner. The ladies excused themselves as well, but Wind Breaker stopped a moment. “Care to join us, Rarity? The meal’s on us for your first day.” Normally, Rarity would leap at the chance to dine, especially for a free meal, but she had to refuse. “I’m afraid there is something of great importance I must tend to.” and she galloped off, much to the judges’ confusions.
Act 3: For Shame, Rarity!ACT THREE The rest of the friends had been in Canterlot for two days. When they had received word that Rarity would be a judge in the Fashion Show, they wanted to be there for her, but also to give Applejack support for the contest too. When they all heard of how the judges had kicked her out without giving her much thought, they were all shocked, and appalled, especially with Rarity. They all decided to a restaurant for dinner, without Rarity. “She just kicked you out without giving you much of a chance?” asked Twilight. “Eeyup.” Applejack sighed as she sulked miserably “They won’t let you in the show just because you don’t have a degree in sewing?” asked Rainbow. “…Nope.” “Oh, Applejack.” said Fluttershy. “I’m so sorry.” Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were both furious. “It’s bad enough they kick most ponies out without even trying.” sneered Pinkie. “But they just make fun of them and send them off too. That’s… it’s just so…!” She was so frustrated she gulped down her entire milkshake in one gulp, giving herself brain-freeze, and she slumped onto the table. “Ooooh, I’d like to go over there and give those judges and little judgment of my own!” grumbled Rainbow, thinking violent thoughts, or at least a prank or two.” Twilight, as upset as she was, refused to allow such acts. “Rainbow, we can’t do that to them. It’ll only make things worse.” Applejack shook her head in total disbelief. “It’s not just that the judges chewed me out, but Rarity went along with them.” Spike was, by far, the most shocked and appalled. “I can’t believe it, not Rarity. Back at home, she always was willing to give other ponies a chance to compete in shows.” There was no denying it, all the friends agreed, Rarity was having one of her flawed episodes again-- only thinking about herself instead of her friendship. Applejack still didn’t feel like eating right away. “I just want to take a little walk. You know, clear my head.” “Okay, Applejack, but we’re here for you if you need us.” said Twilight, and the others all agreed. Applejack left the restaurant and walked out into the night. No sooner had she turned the corner did she run into Rarity, whom had practically been waiting for her. “Applejack… may I please speak with you?” she asked rather nervously, but as she expected, Applejack snuffed and walked past her. Rarity bit her limb in guilty frustration, and then trotted up to catch up with her. “Applejack, I realize you were just a touch too harshly.” Still walking, and not stopping to look at her, Applejack gruffly said. “…I wasn’t even given a fair chance, and you know it. I’d say that’s a little more than “a touch.” Rarity tried to keep herself calm and not turn this into a dramatic beg. “Applejack, the judges were merely doing what they felt was right. They were using common sense, feeling that certain ponies are just… well… you know… different from the rest.” Applejack didn’t buy any of it in the least, and she finally stopped and glared angrily at her, sending shivers up Rarity’s spine. “Common Sense…? Common Sense…?!! …That was a load of outright bigotry, and you know it too.” Rarity looked more shameful and guiltier than ever. Tears were starting to fill in her eyes. “Applejack, please… I’m truly sorry.” Too angry to forgive and forget so quickly, Applejack could only say “Rejected.” and she went off on her own leaving Rarity in tearful disgrace. She collapsed on the ground sobbing ever so softly. “What have I done?!” Much later, she was back at her store, having locked it up earlier. She was now lying flat on her fainting couch, loads of crumpled up, used tissues around her, and chowing on ice cream in her usual way while softly sobbing. Sassy decided to stay, even though she knew what Rarity had done and was most appalled, she at least found heart enough to stay to stay and try to comfort and reason with her. “Oh, Sassy… I’ve made a terrible mistake.” Rarity sobbed, and then she gobbled down another spoonful of ice cream. Sassy sighed. “Rarity, I must say, I am very surprised at you. You know as well as I do that every-pony deserves a fair chance at anything.” Rarity quivered as the guilt shot through her. She knew this very well, and yet she crossed the line very badly. “Applejack’s dresses were rather ravishing, and the world deserves to see them.” Sassy nodded. “As for those other judges; I haven’t a clue of how they ascertained their positions or their senses, but it seems to me they care more about amusing themselves at the expense of others rather than being fair. …Claiming it is “common-sense” when clearly it isn’t.” Rarity was still uncertain of what to do about it. A large part of her wanted to just quit the show and upright tell those judges off for their horrid ways, but she was afraid to do so, fearing what those judges would do. They would probably write bad reports about her, and try to make her seem unfit as fashionista, and that would ruin her chances at good publicity and all those other fantasies she had. Then there was the show itself. If she dropped out, and with no time to get a fourth judge, it would fold, and then she’d have even more fashion designers mad at her. They would probably even vandalize her store, or throw apples at her face whenever she was in public. “Oh… What am I going to do-hoo-hoo-hoo?!” she wailed. “You can start by doing the right thing.” said Twilight. Rarity looked up and saw her and the other friends, without Applejack, standing in the store entrance. While Rarity had been beating herself down, they knocked at the store door, and Sassy let them in, feeling they could help as well. All of them, even Spike gave her the same look of disdain and disappointment, but they didn’t bother lecture her on Sassy’s advice. Rarity wiped her eyes and blew her nostrils. “Where is Applejack?” she asked. “She’s at the hotel.” replied Fluttershy. “I’ve never seen her so upset.” “She’s not the only one.” said Rainbow. “I overheard a ton of other ponies who were rejected from the show too. They’re pretty steamed and crushed.” Rarity pounded her hoofs on the couch and bolted upright. “No!!” she snapped. “No more of this! It’s time for me to fix the great fashion disaster!” The others all winced at her sudden outburst. “What do you have in mind?” asked Pinkie. “Spike!” snapped Rarity “Get me a big pile of paper, ink, and quills.” “Um… okay…” Spike said, and he scuttled off. “Rarity, what are you planning?” asked Twilight. “…You’ll see, but I need you to do something for me as well, Twilight.” and she whispered into Twilight’s ear. That night, while Applejack slept in her hotel sweet, all she could dream about were those mean and horrible judges insulting her even more. “The only thing fashionable about you is that hat of yours.” spat Cowl. “You are so retarded; you make real retards look intelligent.” “No degree… No way, you talentless hack!” sneered Wind Breaker. “Get out of fashion and never return, you worthless wannabe.” taunted Glitter. Rarity just glared at her, shaking her head, and rather than just tell her, she just tossed her slip, after slip, after slip, which all red “REJECTED!” All those awful things kept coming at her… …Until she snapped awake. She groaned miserably. “Dag-nabbit! Who do those ponies think they are, especially Rarity?” She fell back asleep again, and was unable to see someone sneaking into her room, like magic, and made their way towards the kiosk with all her dresses inside.
Act 4: Judgment DayACT FOUR The next morning when Applejack awoke and stretched, there was a letter resting on her bed, right before her. “What’s this?” The note read: “Come one, Come All, to Rarity’s Canterlot Boutique for the “Fashion Fair of Fairness. Featuring a special presentation...” Applejack didn’t know what to think. Was Rarity trying to suck up to her in another attempt to make a hollow apology? Then, she noticed from the corner of the room where she had set her kiosk the night before… …it was gone! “Jumping Hayfields!” she cried. “My kiosk…! My dresses…!” She paused and stood tall and stiff. “Okay, now… don’t panic. It’ll only make things worse.” Normally she would try and keep calm and quiet about most situations, but after she took in one soft, deep breath, she began to go crazy. “I’ve been robbed! I spent a full month making those gowns! Not to mention blew two months of pay for the materials!” Just then, she thought back to the note, and she began to suspect… “Oh, no, no…! Don’t tell me she’s stooped even lower?” It was bad enough Rarity could let go of her morals every now and then, and now she was resorting to thievery?! She grabbed her hat and slapped it on her head, while glaring in a furious way and snuffing like a bull. She charged her way through the hotel and out into the open, galloping her way towards Rarity’s store. “When I get my hoofs on her, I’m gonna--!!” Suddenly, she froze on the spot-- her body was encased in a shell of sparkling aura, and she couldn’t move an inch. “Hey! What’s going on here?!” she growled. She couldn’t break free, and to make matters worse, no other pony nearby seemed to notice her, or could hear her calling for help. One pony was walking right towards her, and yet passed right through her like an optical illusion. Whatever magic this was, it was powerful and frightening. “Who’s doing this to me?!” Applejack wondered. She was forced to remain where she was until long after midday. Applejack was really growing fed up and irritable just standing where she was, still unable to move, and she hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch. Her stomach was growling really loud. Suddenly, Twilight came along, and she dispelled the magic she had cast. “Okay, Applejack, you can come out now.” Applejack was finally able to move again, and she fell flat on the ground, all stiff and beat. “Twilight…? You did this?” Twilight nodded softly. “Sorry, but I had to. You’ll thank me later.” “Thank you?!” snapped Applejack, and before she could say anything else, Twilight had levitated her up into the air and dragged her along telling her “…You’re going to love this.” Applejack honestly didn’t know how much more of this she could take. Well… things suddenly felt different when they arrived at Rarity’s and Twilight let her down. Applejack could hardly believe her eyes… Outside in the streets where so many displays and showcases of clothes and outfits; many of which Applejack recognized as from all the contestants who were rejected from the show. The place was flocking not only with the contestants who designed the outfits, but patrons all over the village were flocking in lines gear to see the clothes as well. Applejack then remembered the note left in her room, and she was beginning to put all the pieces together. Then, a small fanfare sounded, and spotlights were shining on a small stage set up right next to the front doors. Rarity then took the stage and welcomed everyone. “I’d like to welcome you all here, and before you say anything at all, I would first like to whole heartedly apologize to all the contestants from the Fashion Show, for the way you were horribly mistreated and dismissed so callously without being given a proper chance. And there is one pony in particular I sincerely wish to apologize to as well.” Applejack looked at her through the crowds, and Twilight gave her a soft nudge. Rarity poured all her heart into what she was about to say. “I acted very foolishly. I wanted to fit in so well with those I thought were peers that I lost sight of what really matters… Every Pony deserves a fair chance, and should not be judged solely on their backgrounds or any social status. …Which is why, I wish for you all to view this trio of terrific gowns called, “The Apple Sisters.” Applejack’s eyes widened. That’s when the curtains opened wide as beat music began to play, and Pinkie, Rainbow, and Fluttershy walked out, all dressed in the clothes Applejack had made. Pinkie wore the red dress, Rainbow the green, and Fluttershy wore the yellow wedding dress. They posed and twirled, and the entire audience was so captivated by the stunning astonishment. Pictures were taken, notes were written down, there was even chattering amongst others… “Those are super gowns.” “I wish I had made them.” “I’d buy them in a heartbeat.” Applejack didn’t know what to say. She was all warm inside, and tears were coming to her eyes. Twilight then explained it was all Rarity’s idea. “We spent the whole morning setting up, and that’s why I had to freeze you in place. We couldn’t let you get here while we weren’t ready.” Applejack felt more touched than ever… …When suddenly, she heard a sickening, familiar voice. “What is going on here?” It was Cowl, and the other judges, and they didn’t look the least bit pleased. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was a fashion expo.” teased Wind Breaker. “Good thing we DO know better.” scoffed Glitter. Features hardened, and practically everyone in the entire area stared gruesomely at the nasty judges, but it was Rarity who spoke up. “Do you…? Do you really know better?” Cowl quickly answered, “Of course we do. That’s why we three are the greatest judges, and you, Ms. Rarity are not. We’re here to inform you that you have been relieved of your duties for failing to show up for the judging this morning.” Rarity didn’t seem the least bit upset. “You can’t dismiss me… because I resign.” Now the judges looked shocked. “No one resigns from us.” sneered Wind Breaker. “We said you are dismissed, and that is final.” “Enough!!” shouted Twilight, and she spoke severely to the judges. “Whether you say she’s fired, or she says she quits-- the bottom-line is, she’s glad not to be working with the likes of you anymore.” Shocked again, the judges looked far at Rarity, and she stuck her muzzle up high in a huff confirming Twilight’s saying. Then Applejack spoke up to the judges. “You three may think you’re great judges, but you’re not very nice folks; not the way you behave. So as far as we’re all concerned here, we all don’t need your fancy fashion show, because we all know we’re special right here.” The crowd began to applaud and cheer, but the judges were ruder than ever… “You call this special?” sneered Glitter, “Well, at least we know retardation when we see it.” The three judges snickered. Finally, even Twilight was ready to lose her temper, but she managed to hold back. Spike marched straight up to the three nasty ponies, “I think you better leave… now!” “What?” taunted Cowl “Can’t take the criticism? Like we said… if you can’t take the criticism you shouldn’t be in the business in the first place.” Now he was just being bold and foolish. Twilight sighed miserably, and even she asked the judges to leave. “Someday I hope you three learn the difference between “Criticism” and “Being mean.” Rarity approached the judges and let them have it good. “This is your final warning: Leave my property at once. If either one of you says one more unkind thing about me, my friends, or these other ponies, I will personally write a report to Princess Celestia detailing your inhumanity, and thereby running you all the risk of being disgraced by the entire Equestrian Fashion Community! …IS THAT CLEAR?!!” Finally realizing the danger they were in, being outnumber, more than a-hundred to one, the judges made a run for it, yet they dashed off in such a panic… Cowl crashed face-first into a lamppost… Wind Breaker tripped over a garbage can… And Glitter ran straight into a batch of shrubs. Everyone laughed at their misfortune, and the angry and humiliated ponies walked off. “I sure hope they learn someday.” said Spike. Twilight had her doubts, but hoped the same as well. “Speaking of learning…” said Rarity, and she approached Applejack, and looked her deeply in the eyes. “Applejack… can you ever forgive me for being so foolish?” Having lost her anger long ago and seeing the good that Rarity had done, not just for her but all the shunned entries… “…Sure.” She answered proudly, and hugged her friend warmly, earning them both an “Aww…” from the crowds. The mood was then broken by Applejack’s growling stomach. “Um… I don’t suppose you arranged for any vittles around here, did you?” Everyone shared a laugh. Author's Note Applejack forgave Rarity, and the friends all lived happily ever after... ...I think I'm going to be sick! If only I could've made this into a "Friendship is Failure"
