When Apple Goes Orange

by PinkieCrushie

Rating: teen
Tags: Big Macintosh, Slice of Life, Sad, Main 6, Applejack, Drama, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Granny Smith
Length: 14938

What if Applejack stayed in Manehattan? A look at how city life alters the element of honesty.

A different path unfolds for Applejack when a twist of fate sends her to Manehattan sooner than expected. The bustling city, with its allure and sophistication, works its magic on the young farm pony. She embraces the finer things, developing a taste for fashion (though not quite as intense as Rarity's!), a touch of makeup, and even adopts a stylish bouffant/beehive mane, perfect for stashing useful trinkets.

Yet, beneath the city polish, Applejack's country heart still beats. Memories of Sweet Apple Acres and her family tug at her, a constant reminder of her true self. When the delayed Sonic Rainboom finally calls her home, she returns to Ponyville a changed mare. She’s not entirely Manehattan nor completely Ponyville anymore, so how do the Apple Family deal with this. What about her eventual friendship with Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity before she eventually moves into Twilight Sparkles orbit? And will this Manehattan Reinvention last, or is Sweet Apple Acre's where she will truly find her stride. Will she remain the sophisticated, but not completely different mare. This one shot tells her story. Explore the journey of a pony caught between two worlds, striving to find harmony between her love for both, discovering that home isn't just a place – it's a feeling deep within, one that may lead to the birth of the virtue of Honesty.

Requested by: Randompersononline134

Published 2025-01-17 02:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2025-01-17 02:50:00 UTC

A Manehattan Apple

The train whistle was shrill, a sharp cry that cut through the air and echoed off the surrounding buildings. It was a sound that, for most ponies, brought a feeling of excitement; the prelude to a journey to a new place, to see family, to explore a city, to reach adventure. It was a sound that, for Applejack, merely brought a wave of nausea.

Not a physical kind, precisely. The nausea was something in her soul, an ache that had been lingering and growing for far too long now. An ache that was, as her father had once phrased it, making her act like a boiled egg instead of an apple fresh from the tree. Not that Big Macintosh or Granny Smith would be pleased about her using her family’s best metaphor as an insult, but it got her point across.

The nausea was something she was getting used to, however. Like a too-tight saddle or a shoe that was just slightly off-kilter, you get used to the discomfort after a while, and eventually come to believe it’s normal. Like her mane, maybe. Or maybe the clothes.

She adjusted her hat, the wide brim designed to keep the sun off of her face. The fabric was soft, as was all the clothes she owned now, which was more of a shift than most ponies would likely realize. Before, the fabrics she owned had been for function, and maybe a bit of flair, and now they were for luxury and style, and, if they could manage, to communicate something about her. Today’s style was “polished sophistication,” and she didn’t know how well it was actually coming across. Maybe that, as well, was starting to get normal.

It had taken her a while to get used to wearing hats. She never had much need for them before, and now she had one for most occasions. She’d seen hats so fancy that they wouldn’t be out of place in Rarity’s collection of finery, all perched on heads that weren’t a patch on the natural splendour she saw whenever she looked at herself, and so she'd felt the urge to find a way to blend both worlds. She now had a collection of hats, but each one was designed to help her keep out of the sun. Function had its place, after all.

She’d taken the train so many times now, for so many different occasions. It had taken some convincing to have her Aunt and Uncle allow her to make the trip home alone, even when it was only for a few days. She was getting older, however, and they were, however secretly, proud of how far she’d come. They’d told her she was a natural, and for a while, that was the most reassuring thing anyone could have told her.

But what did natural even mean? She’d been born on Sweet Apple Acres, and that had been her whole life. She was starting to feel like she was losing something. That the sophisticated mare she was pretending to be was eating away at the core of her. And if the core of her was lost, was there even anything left behind?

She stepped out of the train and into the bustle of the station, letting the flow of the crowd guide her. Grand Central Station had felt daunting, at first, a place that had swallowed ponies in its busy hallways, but she’d gotten used to it now, navigating it with a practiced hoofstep. It was also the first place that had given her a sense that there was more to the world than a patch of apple trees and a small town and the familiar faces she’d known all her life, and there was part of her, no matter how small, that still valued that.

There were porters and sky cabbies outside, but today, she was feeling up to taking on the walk herself, and so she passed them all, heading toward the heart of the city.

The air smelled like a mix of exhaust and freshly baked goods, all infused with the cool tang of salt from the nearby ocean, and the sounds of ponies in a hurry mixed with the occasional honk of a horn from the sky-drawn carriages made for an impressive urban symphony that had, against all odds, become comforting. She paused, as she always did at the edge of the park, letting herself look at the skyline. All the tall buildings and busy cloud roads. The place had such a different kind of beauty to what she was used to, an artificial beauty built by hooves and magic, and there was a part of her that appreciated it, alongside the way it was all arranged to catch the light and glimmer like gemstones.

She’d come to Manhattan a little sooner than her destiny had planned, and that had resulted in a change of course. She’d only been a foal at the time, but had still been taken in by the sights and sounds, the excitement. She’d come here to see what was more, and more, for the short term, meant a new, more sophisticated version of her. It had seemed like the natural thing to do at the time.

The sonic rainboom had been a bit of a delayed incident, and so the usual order of things had been upset a bit. She’d stayed a bit longer than planned, to the point that she’d all but lost her accent, and she was starting to wonder what would happen if she went back to Ponyville. Would anypony recognize her? Would anypony still want her?

She shook her head and started walking again. She’d have time to worry about all that later. Right now, she was here, in her best dress and wearing a set of jewels she only used for special occasions. It was time to take on another gala. It was time for her to meet the right ponies, do the right things, and ensure that the right arrangements were made, all in pursuit of her carefully planned career in the highest echelons of society.

And in doing all that, she was going to pretend, just for a few more hours, that she was doing exactly what she was meant to be.

“Goodness, is that an actual bouffant?”

The words were directed at her and, given how many heads turned to stare at her, the voice had carried as much enthusiasm as it had incredulity. Applejack turned, and saw a pony approaching, a mare with an elaborate hairstyle that looked like it had taken several hours and multiple stylists to perfect. She was wearing a dress that, while clearly meant to be formal, was also designed with mobility in mind, and its colours had been arranged such that, even at a distance, it would have had an impression that could only be described as electric. Her mark was a trio of spools, but Applejack knew her by reputation, even without a name.

“I am, and yes it is,” she responded, offering a polite smile. “And might I say, your dress is simply radiant, and your mane is quite the sight to behold.”

“Rarity, darling,” the mare stated, offering a graceful bow. “Rarity is the name. And thank you, I was quite pleased at how my newest design turned out. Though your hair, is quite the… well, I don’t want to presume, but it does seem like you have a story to tell.”

Applejack’s ears twitched, but her smile stayed in place. “I could say the same about you.”

Rarity’s eyes widened, and then she giggled. "My my, aren't you a charming one?" She swept a hoof through the air. "But, please, tell me. Does it take hours to get that kind of height, or is that just… magic, somehow?"

She resisted the urge to lift a hoof and pat at the neatly-coifed, gravity-defying locks of her mane. "It’s a combination of both, and years of practice.” She paused, considering what to say. This mare seemed like someone who liked to hear honesty, not flattery, and that was a welcome change for a city where most ponies she had met had been more interested in putting up a show. “It's how my mane always looked as a foal, and it just kinda… stayed, when I grew up. I’ve seen fancier ones, sure, but mine’s… personal, you could say.

Rarity’s smile grew wider. “Personal, I like that. I might even borrow that phrase myself at some point. But, really? You’ve been walking around with that hair for as long as you can remember? It’s quite a feat! The weight of it alone would give anypony a terrible headache. What’s your secret?”

"It’s… well, I wouldn’t call it a secret,” Applejack admitted. “I use it. For practical purposes, mostly.”

“Oh? Do tell. Is it for hiding secrets? Or maybe you keep a set of emergency hairpins in there? I must admit, I do find myself running low from time to time…”

Applejack carefully adjusted her hat again, then let her tail slip between her legs as a quick jolt of magic loosened the clasp on the back of her hair. A small, thin, almost invisible fabric pouch fell down, followed by other objects, a pocket watch, a small flask, a few lock picks, several of which tumbled out into the air and caught by magic. She gathered all of the objects, placed them inside the pouch, then resecured it. Her tail twitched as the clasp clicked into place, keeping the pouch snug. "It’s mostly small items I can’t keep on my person.”

Rarity’s eyes widened as they took in the objects. “My my my! You are a marvel! It’s… well, it’s a whole other dimension! Like a… hair-purse!” Her head bobbed up and down. “A hair-purse. I’m definitely borrowing that.” She shook her head, her long neck swinging gracefully from side-to-side. “And lock picks? Are you a thief? Do I need to be wary of you taking my jewelry? I do have a rather impressive collection.”

“If I were going to take it,” Applejack said with a wink, “you wouldn’t see it happen.”

Rarity’s head bobbed once more. “Oh, I knew it. You’re a jewel thief. A beautiful, glamorous jewel thief! This is all getting much better!”

“I’m not,” Applejack said with a snort of laughter. “I just… I’m resourceful.”

Rarity’s eyes shined. “Resourceful! That’s it! I knew there was something about you that drew my attention. You have the kind of raw potential that is just begging to be explored. This could be the start of something grand. A fashion line! A collection of practical but stylish handbags! The possibilities are endless! I think… I think I’m inspired! You must visit my boutique sometime.” Her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Though, if you are a thief, you’d better not try anything. I keep a very close eye on my treasures.”

Applejack’s smile grew. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Rarity. I’m much more focused on apples than gems.”

Rarity blinked once, her gaze taking on a sudden clarity. “Of course. How could I not have noticed? You have a certain… earthy quality about you. What’s your name? And please don’t say Apple Blossom, that would be far too on the nose.”

“Applejack,” she said with a small bow of her head, adjusting the brim of her hat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rarity.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Applejack.” Rarity offered her own hoof. “And if you ever find yourself in Ponyville, do be sure to pay me a visit. I simply must have you at my shop.”

Applejack blinked. “Ponyville?”

Rarity’s eyes twinkled once more. “Yes, I have an outpost there. I prefer the peace and quiet of that little town when my mind needs a rest.”

There was something about the way she said that, that made Applejack take her more seriously than ever. There was a certain kind of peace that could be found in the quiet places, and it seemed, against all odds, that a pony who’d devoted her life to beauty also understood that need. She smiled. “Maybe I will, sometime.”

She shook Rarity’s hoof and, for a moment, felt a spark of hope. It was a new feeling, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it, but as she turned and continued her walk into the heart of the city, she knew she needed to keep it close, in her heart, just as much as she kept her small toolkit stored in her mane.

The city had changed, after all. She could feel it, even if there were so many familiar sights and sounds, so many ponies she had known. Something that felt small, but was nonetheless there. She wondered if it was just her, or if other ponies felt it too. If this version of the city had somehow… been replaced with a similar, but different one.

There was a shop she liked to visit, not far from the train station. A bakery, mostly known for its variety of sweet pastries, but they had savoury options as well, things made with fresh ingredients. It was a small shop, almost hidden between the larger buildings, but she’d found it soon after coming to the city, and had made a point to go whenever she had the chance. Its quiet atmosphere was a balm, and the smell was a memory she’d associated with “home,” even if she had a hard time defining what that meant anymore.

She bought a few apple fritters, a loaf of seeded bread, and a small pot of honey lavender jam from the same elderly earth pony who’d always been there behind the counter, gave her a polite thanks, and stepped back out into the bustle. It was only a handful of blocks to her aunt and uncle’s place, and the walking was good for her, giving her a chance to clear her head.

They were waiting for her, as they always were. Aunt Orange had seen her coming from the front window, and as Applejack walked up the steps, the front door opened, revealing her family, all smiling wide. “Applejack! You made it!” her uncle called, scooping her into a hug, his long orange fur a comforting warmth.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” she said, hugging back. There was always some small measure of relief when she was around them. They were… steadfast. They’d never change, and for a long while, she’d found a lot of comfort in their unchanging nature.

“Look at you, all grown up.” Aunt Orange gave her a look over that could rival any inspection by a sergeant. She poked at Applejack’s hat, adjusting it slightly. “That thing looks like it could keep the sun off of a small herd.”

“It’s practical,” Applejack defended, following her aunt inside. “Good for the weather and good for hiding small items.”

“You’d think with all the money you’ve been making you could get yourself a purse.”

“I have a purse,” she said dryly, holding up a small pouch that had come with the matching shoes. “This hat has better storage.”

Uncle Orange chuckled. “Don’t you two start, you know you’re just glad she came back.” He led Applejack into their dining hall. “I told her not to wear the crown of thorns for a special occasion, but she never listens to me.”

“Oh, shush,” her aunt said with a playful nudge. “It’s practical, just like Applejack here. She always has a reason.” She took the bag from Applejack’s hooves. “Oh, you got the fritters again, bless you.”

The dining hall was the most formal room in the house, though still a few steps away from being the kind of room she’d come to associate with galas. The table was smaller than she’d grown used to, and instead of a centerpiece made of polished silverware, was instead a simple fruit bowl made from woven reeds. The walls were made of sturdy, unpainted wood, decorated with simple tapestries rather than paintings. She could smell spices and herbs, and a faint undertone of fresh orange.

She sat with her family, and they settled into their usual routine. Asking about the train trip, about her latest successes, about her plans for the near future. It was all so familiar, the way a house felt when you’d been in it all your life, and for a while she relaxed into it, letting herself be comfortable again, letting her smile come more naturally. She told them about the gala she’d gone to last week, about the dress she’d worn, about how everyone was simply dying for her to give her input on designs, now. And while she could see the barely disguised pride in her family’s eyes, she couldn’t quite feel as happy about it as she should. It had felt like telling them a story, not sharing a memory.

“You should consider moving closer, you know,” Aunt Orange said, as she cut a thick slice of the seeded loaf. “We have the spare rooms.”

“I know,” Applejack said, taking a fritter for herself. She’d learned to love the way the apples were prepared, having never seen them done that way back home, and a part of her was grateful for them. But another part of her just wished that she’d asked for the recipe, instead. “It’s just… all of the people I meet are here.”

Uncle Orange nodded, chewing his bread slowly. “And the business opportunities, I’m sure.”

“Right,” she agreed. That was why she was here. Opportunities. For herself, and also for her family. For their business, that had expanded over the years, from a small delivery company to an empire that sold citrus, and citrus-adjacent products, all over Equestria. It was a success story that she was, on some level, immensely proud of. She’d been working hard to ensure it kept going, and so she wanted to be there, on the front lines, when the next expansion took place.

“And we wouldn’t want you to miss out on any opportunities.” Aunt Orange smiled. “After all, this city is where all the best opportunities come from. You’re doing amazing work, Applejack, and we’re so proud of you.”

She nodded. She was, and that was what her family wanted to see from her. They wanted to see her succeed, to be in high society, to meet the right ponies, to make sure that their family got everything it deserved. She’d been doing her best to do it all, too. The right words, the right outfits, the right connections, all so that, one day, she would be part of the world, and everything around them, too.

“We’re all going to the Grand Central Gala this week, you know.” Aunt Orange started gathering up the plates. “They're saying this year is going to be the best one yet.”

Applejack’s ear twitched. “You’re going?”

“Of course.” Uncle Orange patted her on the shoulder. “This is a big deal for us. For you. You said that there’d be all kinds of interesting people there, the highest of the high, and we want to be there with you. And besides, it’s your business connections that made this trip possible, so we have to be there to support you.”

“You’ve made our business better than it’s ever been,” Aunt Orange agreed. “We wanted to be there when you truly take the stage.”

A heavy weight settled in her gut. It had seemed so important, once. A place among the highest of the high. So important that it had consumed her, becoming everything. Every decision she made, it was all for that. For what was waiting for her.

Yet, now… it just felt like more of the same.

“Right. Well. That sounds great,” Applejack said, carefully placing her cup of tea back down on the table. “I should probably, uh, get going. Gotta make some calls about seating arrangements and all that.”

Her aunt and uncle exchanged a look, but neither said anything as they agreed that she probably needed her rest. She knew it was better that way, she just wished that she felt something about it, as she got herself ready for her next engagement. She knew that it was a performance, but it was a performance that she needed to see through.

She hugged her aunt and uncle one last time, making promises that she would see them at the Gala, and then she was out on the street, heading into the city.

She wished that she was going home.

It was difficult to articulate the feeling.

She should be happy, she really should, but all she could feel was a growing weight. A weight that pulled her down and left her aching with something that felt like homesickness but wasn’t quite. She’d never felt this before.

The city had become an inextricable part of her, and there was no denying that. She’d lived here for years, built a new life for herself, and gained all sorts of things she couldn’t have gotten anywhere else. There were no small number of ponies, from every kind of background, who’d only ever called Manhattan home, and there was a part of her that had, over the years, started to become one of them.

She knew, for instance, all the best places to go to if you wanted to find a particular kind of fabric or gemstone, and what to haggle with when the price felt a bit too high. She knew that a certain part of the park always got the most sun, and where to go if you needed a bit of quiet. She knew which trains had the most comfortable seats, and the best shortcuts through busy crowds. She’d even started to know some of the names of the ponies who sold food from stands at the side of the road, learning to know that a particular one was only open on Thursdays, but worth the wait.

It had taken a while to feel, but she had settled in, found a place for herself, created something where she could be who she wanted to be. She'd changed, and it had been in service to something, so it was okay. She knew herself better, because she’d had more time and space to think, more things to see and hear, more ponies to talk to.

It was only after meeting Rarity that things had started to feel… off. Like she’d gone down the wrong path. She couldn’t put her hoof on it, precisely.

She’d gone straight to the shop that Rarity had spoken of, not knowing what she was expecting. It was the kind of shop that, back before, she would have had no time for. The kind of shop where everything was made from delicate fabrics that could be snagged by something as common as a stray twig or the edge of a hoof. The kind of shop that felt too fancy, too delicate, too much to be in line with a world that was best approached with something sturdy and grounded.

But she’d gone all the same, and after a moment of hesitancy, she’d stepped inside.

The bell above the door had chimed, and she’d found herself in a small room, surrounded by dresses, bolts of fabric, and all manner of designs that she barely understood. It was a room made with love, care, and a meticulous attention to detail that surprised her with its warmth. And there, among the clothes, was Rarity, who offered a warm smile.

“Applejack! It is so good to see you, I was hoping you’d come by!”

“Yeah, you too,” she’d said, finding a small stool and making herself comfortable.

They’d talked for hours, that day. About design, about the city, about her life, and also, a little about Rarity’s. She’d discovered that Rarity was a pony who’d been raised in the big city, but felt most herself in the peace and quiet of Ponyville. That her fashion was a way to explore the world and to tell a story, and that there was meaning in every thread that she worked with.

It was an odd feeling, to see herself in someone so different, someone so dedicated to things that felt like the opposite of what she was trying to do. Rarity’s designs were elaborate, and showy, and she loved them because that was a part of who she was. And Applejack… was doing her best to be something she wasn’t.

She'd asked Rarity about it, and Rarity had just smiled and said, "But you have a style all your own, Applejack. There's no need for you to put on a show, because your story is already there, waiting to be seen."

And since then, things had all felt… wrong. Like she was trying to hold her breath in a room with too much air. And, also, that maybe that bouffant was getting a little out of control.

She was close enough now, and she stopped in front of the building, a tall structure that took up most of a city block and had, for many years, been the place where the rich and powerful had spent their evenings showing off their wealth and status. The Grand Central Gala. It was more than just a party, it was an event, and she'd spent weeks preparing for it, making sure that everything was in place, all to get the attention of the ponies who could help her, to make the business that her aunt and uncle had built stronger than ever.

Yet now, it felt like a cage.

The thought was enough to make her stop, and consider, for what felt like the first time. What did she truly want?

Not what her aunt and uncle wanted, and not what her reputation was trying to tell her, but the feelings deep down. The thing that was making the weight on her chest pull her down, instead of letting her soar. What would make her feel truly whole?

She didn’t know. Not yet.

And while she didn’t know, she at least owed herself this. That she’d keep working towards what might be that something. For a long while, she'd been playing a part, and now it was time to try a different one.

She carefully took off her hat, and for the first time, she let her mane down, releasing it from the complicated clasps and hairpins, and letting it fall. It was more voluminous than ever, reaching beyond her shoulders, but it was her mane, and she had a strange sense of comfort looking at it. It seemed to have a kind of life of its own, an untamed wildness that she’d never allowed it to possess before.

Then, she carefully stepped up the stairs, and opened the door, letting herself walk into the party, with every single bit of who she truly was.

The Grand Central Gala was, as promised, an event.

Hundreds of ponies were all gathered in one place, dressed in their finest, mingling as music swelled and lights dazzled, a scene that Applejack had seen many times, and yet still managed to leave her feeling impressed. It wasn’t like anything she’d seen back home, with its polished floors, vaulted ceilings, and delicate details worked into every single facet of the architecture, and that was why it still had her respect, if not her full approval.

She looked around, making a mental note of the ponies she knew, the faces that she’d learned to recognize over the years, and tried to recall what information she’d gleaned about them. Some of them were genuine, she’d learned, a few had become people she’d enjoy chatting with, but many more were, to put it plainly, putting on a show.

She’d been putting on a show, too. But now, she was done with that.

She straightened herself, and walked toward the center of the room, making a point of greeting ponies as she went, offering polite words and a warm smile. She could feel eyes on her, and that was, all things considered, something she was getting used to. The buzz of rumours and commentary would follow, she knew, and there was a time where that would make her feel self-conscious. Now… she just had to focus on finding what she was actually here to do.

Her aunt and uncle were easy to spot, their orange fur making them stick out even in a room that was this filled with colour. She’d caught their eye, and they’d started making their way over, their own faces alight with pride. It would be time for the real performance, then, and she was ready.

“Applejack!” Aunt Orange offered a bright smile and a hug as soon as they’d reached her. “You look wonderful.”

“Thank you,” Applejack said with a smile. It was genuine, this time.

“That dress looks spectacular,” Uncle Orange added, looking her up and down. “You certainly have an eye for style.”

“You’ve also let your mane down,” her aunt said, poking at a few stray strands that had fallen over her shoulders.

“Yeah, I have,” she agreed. She took a deep breath, letting herself be steady. “And, well, that’s what I wanted to talk about, actually.”

Her aunt and uncle exchanged a brief look. “About what?”

“I don’t really… like this.” She motioned around at the hall, making a gesture with her wings. “It’s not real, and it’s not me. And I don’t really want to be doing it anymore.”

Aunt Orange blinked. “What?”

“This. All of this.” She gestured again, more pointedly. “The clothes, the events, the connections. The… all of it.” Her tail flicked back and forth. “I… I want to go home.”

Uncle Orange’s smile faded, replaced with something akin to shock. “Go home?”

“To Sweet Apple Acres. To the place where I was born, and to the ponies that… that actually know me, instead of this version of me that I’ve been putting on.” Her ears pinned back slightly. “I want to see my family again, too. My real family, my… my other family.”

Aunt Orange reached out a hoof, gently touching Applejack’s shoulder. Her tone was softer, and tinged with concern. “Applejack, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, even as her heart was hammering with a panicked sort of anxiety. “I just… I’m not cut out for this.” She looked around, seeing the artificial lights reflecting off the polished surfaces, making the room seem to twinkle, and all she could feel was emptiness. “I don’t want to try anymore. I want the kind of life where I can just… be me, and I can't do that here. Not anymore.”

Uncle Orange stepped forward, his expression shifting to one of deep concern. “What about the contracts? All of the hard work you’ve put into making this all happen? What about all of the opportunities we have here, all because of you?”

“I can still do business for you,” she insisted. “I can work with the connections I’ve made, and help keep making the business bigger. I can make sure that you have what you need. But…” She couldn’t keep herself from glancing toward the doors. “I need to do it from home.”

The two of them exchanged a look, and she could see that their silence was not one of consideration, but shock. It seemed that all of her hard work, all of her dedication, had been for nothing, and it was only then that she realized that she hadn’t been doing this for herself. She’d been trying to make her family happy, trying to live up to their expectations, and in doing so, had completely forgotten what was in her own heart.

She should have asked them if they were happy first. She should have, instead, been honest with herself.

“Applejack,” her aunt started slowly, her voice soft, “This is a big decision, and you shouldn’t be making it so fast. We can talk about it, think things through, and you don’t need to leave before…”

“No, I do.” Her voice shook, and she felt tears welling in her eyes. “I need to go home. I need to see my family, and feel the dirt under my hooves, and breathe air that isn’t polluted with the city.”

Her uncle stepped forward, placing a hoof on her other shoulder. “Applejack, honey, no one’s keeping you here. No one ever has, not even us. You’re free to do what you want.” His gaze softened. “If you want to go home, you should go.”

Her heart gave a small leap. “Really?”

“Of course.” Her aunt smiled. “All we want is for you to be happy, and if home is where that is, then we won’t hold you back.”

She let out a relieved breath. “Thank you.”

Her uncle gave her a firm pat. “Just don’t go leaving before you’ve had a dance. It’s not every day you get to see the richest and most powerful of Equestria in one place, and your aunt and I aren’t just here to watch from the sidelines. You still need to mingle a bit, show them who’s boss, and let everyone see your beauty.”

“I’m only beautiful if I’m me,” she replied, with a watery smile.

Aunt Orange chuckled, gently tugging her toward the dance floor. “Then let’s show them all who the real Applejack is. There’s plenty of ponies here who’d be happy to have a dance with you.”

They walked together, her aunt and uncle proudly at her side, and for the first time, she could actually enjoy the show of it all. She took a deep breath, feeling the rhythm of the music, and with the familiar pressure of a hoof in her own, she finally let herself dance.

It would, after all, be her last gala for a while. And it was only fitting that it would be a bit different from all the others.

She smiled, as she twirled onto the dance floor. This time, she was going to do it all her own way.

The train whistle was shrill, a sharp cry that cut through the air and echoed off the surrounding buildings. It was a sound that, for most ponies, brought a feeling of excitement, the prelude to a journey to a new place, to see family, to explore a city, to reach adventure. It was a sound that, for Applejack, brought something close to relief.

Her mane was down, her hat was tucked away in a bag, and she was wearing a set of clothes that were designed for comfort, rather than style. They were still nice, well-made, and they fit her perfectly. It felt nice, and she could feel a smile stretching across her face. The feeling that had been weighing her down was starting to fade, and she knew that she was going in the right direction.

The train ride was long, and for the most part, she spent her time looking out the window. The city fell away, and in its place was a patchwork of fields, forests, and streams, an image that seemed to soothe a part of her heart that she hadn’t known was hurting. It wasn’t quite home yet, but it was a step closer, and each mile seemed to lift a weight from her chest.

She wasn’t sure how to tell them, when she arrived, about her decision. She knew that they’d been proud of her, and that her choices might confuse them. It was likely that she’d have to explain to them, too, about how she hadn’t been truly happy, and she knew that they wouldn’t understand. She hadn’t, not completely.

They would, however, know her. They knew her better than anyone, and no matter what she said, she would still be Applejack to them. And if she was being true to herself, then she knew that she would be true to them as well, and everything would work out.

The train whistle sounded, and she took a breath. This was it.

She stepped down into the small station, and as she walked into the air, she could smell that familiar scent of pine needles, fresh soil, and, of course, apples. It smelled like home.

It had been a long time since she’d been to the town, and the station, too, seemed a bit different. It was smaller than she’d remembered, and older, too. She couldn’t spot any of the more modern structures that she’d become used to in the city, and yet, as she looked around, she couldn’t help but smile. There was a kind of charm to this place, a comforting familiarity that seemed to say “welcome home.”

She took a steadying breath and started walking. She could walk the road to Sweet Apple Acres in her sleep.

She’d barely gone a few feet before she heard it. A loud whoop, as familiar to her as her own name, and she could feel the tension draining from her shoulders as she started running toward the sound.

“Applejack!”

Rainbow Dash was flying in her direction, a streak of blue and rainbow against the sky, and she landed not far in front of Applejack, her wings flaring wide. “You made it!”

“I did,” Applejack said with a relieved laugh.

Rainbow Dash’s smile was as bright as ever, and as familiar as the landscape around them. She hadn’t changed much, if Applejack was being honest with herself. Her mane was still styled in that iconic, gravity-defying fashion, and her wings still moved with a restless energy, itching to take flight. She was wearing a set of comfortable clothes, clearly designed for speed, but also still had her usual element of flair. Seeing her like this, so familiar, was another weight that was being lifted off of her.

“We heard you were coming!” Rainbow said, circling Applejack. She gestured wildly in the direction of the town. “The whole town is practically buzzing! Fluttershy baked a whole pile of cookies, Pinkie Pie is setting up a ‘Welcome Home’ party as we speak, and Rarity has been trying to get me to wear this ridiculous bow. Look, she even made me glitter shoes!”

Rainbow lifted a hoof, showing off her shoes. They were the same bright blue she always wore, but now with a heavy coating of glitter on the soles. They were, against all odds, a bit endearing, and made Applejack laugh. “She does have a way with flair.”

“Right? She said it was so people could see my awesome skid marks. I think she just wanted to do that thing she does with clothing and animals.” She shrugged, clearly still not used to Rarity's particular brand of enthusiasm. "Anyway, are you ready? Everypony’s been waiting for you!”

“I am,” Applejack said. She had a lot of things that she wanted to say, but something about being here, close to her friends, made it all feel more doable. Easier to articulate what she was thinking. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

Rainbow took that as a signal and shot up into the sky, giving Applejack a moment to adjust her vision before she came down again. “Alright, then! Let’s go! Race you to the town square!”

“Hey! Wait!” But Rainbow was already gone, a streak of blue against the sky as she headed off to start what was obviously going to be another ridiculous race, and Applejack was left to laugh as she took to the road, walking the path that she had taken a thousand times as a foal.

It hadn't changed, not really. The trees were a little bigger, and the grass a bit greener, but it still felt like what she had always known. All of the small details that she’d missed when she had been caught up in the city now came back, and she let herself take them in. The sounds of birds, the way the sunlight fell through the leaves, the earthy scent of soil and apples. It was… peaceful. And it felt, more than anything, right.

She could see the town now, just over the hill, the small buildings and familiar landmarks, and a strange kind of warmth spread through her. It was good to be back, and for the first time in a long while, she had a feeling that she was exactly where she was meant to be. And now, all she needed to do, was talk with her friends.

She walked into the town square and found it, as promised, filled with ponies. A banner that said “Welcome Home Applejack” was hanging between two buildings, and balloons of various sizes and shapes dotted the square. The smell of baked goods wafted through the air, and a group of ponies was gathered around a table, laughing and talking with excitement. Pinkie Pie was standing on a nearby fountain, a party cannon at her side, and she was frantically waving in Applejack’s direction.

“Applejack! You made it! We were all so worried you weren’t going to come, but Rainbow said you were, so we kept waiting! And now you’re here and it’s all great!” Pinkie finished with a loud giggle, firing the cannon into the air and sending a shower of confetti down over the assembled ponies.

“It’s good to be back,” Applejack said, as she walked toward the small gathering. She could see so many familiar faces, old friends that she hadn’t seen in such a long while, all coming together to greet her.

Fluttershy was at the front of the group, holding a basket, and she smiled gently as Applejack got closer. “We’re so happy you’re home, Applejack. We missed you.”

“I missed you all too,” she said, taking the basket from her hooves. The cookies smelled delicious, and she could see that Fluttershy had included a few that she knew she especially liked. She sniffed the air. “Did you do this all yourself?”

“Oh, yes. I… I know how much you like these. And I made some that are a little different, as well.” She smiled shyly. “I’ve been trying out some new recipes since you’ve been gone.”

“I can’t wait to try them.” And she meant it. She’d grown used to baked goods in the city, but nothing had ever been quite as comforting as what Fluttershy could come up with.

“I have to say, Applejack, your mane is looking… positively magnificent,” Rarity said, stepping forward. She was wearing a dress that looked like it had been designed for a gala, but with the addition of practical pockets, her mane styled up into a neat loop. Her wings had been dyed to match the colours of her dress, making her shimmer in the sunlight, and yet, her expression seemed a bit more subdued than Applejack had come to expect. “It suits you.”

“Thanks, Rarity,” Applejack said. She offered a smile. “Your style is still as stunning as ever. Though I do spot a pocket or two. I do believe I’m finally understanding the appeal, there.”

Rarity’s eyes widened, and she let out a small gasp. “Oh my goodness, did I inspire you? I must say, it would be an honor to see you trying to integrate pockets into your designs.”

“Not all of ‘em are gonna be dresses.” She winked. “But, who knows, maybe I’ll find some places to put them. It might be useful, if you have to carry something small.”

Rarity nodded, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "That is simply marvelous. I think we have a lot to discuss, when time permits.”

Pinkie Pie had taken her attention, however, leaping off the fountain to get closer to Applejack. “So, are you ready for the party? I made a new flavor of cupcakes that I think you’ll just love, and I even got Trixie to bring her magic show! Oh, and also I did a new thing with the balloons! They’re filled with juice, and so if you pop them they make a juice explosion! But only if you want them to, because I know that sometimes, getting juice on your mane isn’t exactly ideal when you’re trying to get some serious business done.”

Applejack laughed, her heart growing lighter. “That all sounds amazing, Pinkie, I can’t wait.”

“Me too! So, should we get started? I have a whole stack of games that I wanna show you!”

“Pinkie, give her a break,” Rainbow said, putting a hoof over Pinkie’s mouth to stop the flow of words. “She just got here, let her catch her breath.” She offered Applejack another grin. “Though, I will say, you look great. All… you.”

Applejack's smile widened, and she felt something akin to a tear welling in her eye. “Thank you, Rainbow. It means a lot.”

“Anytime,” Rainbow replied with a wink. "Now, let's get this party started!"

She started to pull Applejack towards the main table, and as they walked together she felt a sense of peace she hadn't experienced in a long time. She could still see all of the familiar landmarks, the places she had visited so many times as a foal, but they felt… different. In a good way. It was like seeing them with new eyes, eyes that had seen the world and yet still found beauty in her small, familiar hometown. It was like the song she’d heard so many times, that you could only really appreciate the small things in life if you had stepped away from them and then looked back.

And, well, she'd spent a long time away, all that time, she’d learned, so that she could look back and see what she actually had, all along. She looked over her friends, seeing their smiles, and felt that a strange kind of peace settle over her. It was time to go home.

They hadn’t changed much.

Applejack watched her friends as they went about setting up for the party. Pinkie Pie was setting out tables with food, Fluttershy was carefully arranging the balloons, Rainbow Dash was zipping around the town putting up banners, and Rarity was putting the final touches on her outfit. It was comforting, to see them being so familiar.

She was still getting used to being “home,” even if she’d never truly left. She’d been so caught up in trying to make a new version of herself that she hadn’t realized what she already had. She had friends, a family, and a place that she could call her own. A place where she could just be Applejack.

And she knew that she needed to tell them what was going on. That she wasn’t just here for a visit. That she was planning on making this her life again, and she wasn’t sure how to tell them. She hadn’t told her aunt and uncle exactly what she was planning on doing, either, and so she knew that there were going to be plenty of tough conversations, ones she didn’t know if she was ready for, even if she knew that they needed to happen.

“So what do you think?” Rainbow Dash asked, zipping to a stop in front of Applejack. She was wearing a new bandanna, which had somehow managed to be even more ridiculous than the last one she had, and her wings had been slightly glittered over by the effect from the shoes. She seemed to be vibrating with energy, like a bottle that had been shaken and was ready to pop.

“It’s great, Rainbow. You did a good job.” Applejack smiled. “All of you did. It’s… nice.”

“Of course it’s nice! We’re all awesome here!” Rainbow grinned, doing a few air flips. “Though, I have to say, seeing you without your hat is really something. You look like you should be part of some kind of wild gang, roaming the countryside and causing trouble.”

“Maybe I am,” she said with a wry smile.

“I knew it! You’re an outlaw, aren’t you? That’s why you had lockpicks! This is getting better and better!” Rainbow’s eyes shone with excitement. “Oh! We should do a race where the prize is being able to rob the Mayor’s office. What do you say? I’ll even let you win!”

Applejack’s smile widened, and she reached out to lightly pat Rainbow’s head with her hoof. “Maybe another time, Rainbow. Right now… I gotta talk to you all, about something.”

Rainbow blinked, her wings slowing to a stop. “Oh? What is it?”

The rest of the group seemed to pick up on the change in tone, and they slowly started to gather around, their faces holding a mix of curiosity and concern. Pinkie stopped placing the cupcakes on the table, Fluttershy put the basket back down, and Rarity’s wings went still. Even the townsponies who’d been lingering to help suddenly seemed to be focused on her.

Applejack took a breath. “It’s… well, it’s about me coming home.”

Fluttershy’s ears perked. “You mean, you’re staying?”

Applejack took a deep breath. This was it, she knew, and she had to say it right. “Yeah, I am. I… I left Manhattan for good.”

A wave of silence fell over the town square. She could see her friends’ expressions shift, their surprise becoming a mix of shock and happiness. Then, Pinkie Pie did what she did best, and broke it by letting out a loud squeal, jumping up and down with barely controlled excitement. “You’re staying! You’re really staying! Oh, this is the best day ever! I’m going to start planning a ‘staying home’ party, right now! Maybe we could have some special cupcakes, or even have some fireworks!”

“Pinkie, give her a minute,” Rarity said, placing a gentle hoof on her shoulder. She turned to look at Applejack, her expression softer than she’d seen it before. “Applejack, this is wonderful news! But… why? You were doing so well in the city, I thought you’d be there for good.”

Applejack let out a sigh. “Yeah, well… I wasn’t. Not really. I was just… trying to be what I thought I should be. And that wasn’t really me. The clothes, the parties, all the… everything. It wasn’t for me. Not anymore.” She looked around at all of her friends. “I wanted something… real. And it’s here. With you.”

Rainbow Dash looked at her carefully, a serious expression replacing the usual grin. “But… you seemed happy there. Were you putting on a show for us?”

“A little,” she admitted with a shrug. “I had a job to do, and so I did it. But that’s not really me. Not deep down. And… I had to figure out what actually made me happy. And… you all are part of that. So is the land. So is the farm. So is all of it.”

“So you just… decided to come back?” Fluttershy’s tone was quiet, and hesitant. “Just like that?”

“More like I just… decided to be honest with myself, for the first time in a long while.” Applejack smiled. “It was a bit of a journey, but I wouldn’t have gotten here without all of you. Or… some new friends I made along the way.”

Rarity’s eyes shined. “New friends? Do tell! Who are these ponies, and how did they come to meet such a marvelous mare?”

“That’s a story for another time,” Applejack said with a wink. “But what’s important right now, is that I’m home. And I’m staying here, for as long as you’ll have me.”

The faces around her seemed to melt with relief and happiness. Pinkie Pie started squealing with excitement again, and Fluttershy’s wings trembled a little as she hugged her tightly. Even Rarity let out a soft laugh, her eyes still sparkling, and Rainbow Dash gave her shoulder a thump with her hoof. It was like all the anxiety that had been weighing her down had suddenly evaporated, and she could finally just be, and breathe.

It was a welcome feeling.

"Well, if you're staying, then that means you'll need a job," Apple Bloom said, pushing her way to the front of the crowd. "And you know, Sweet Apple Acres could really use another farmhand. I know, for a fact, that my big sis Applejack would agree."

The rest of the townsponies were smiling and offering up suggestions, already working out how to integrate her back into their lives, and Applejack’s heart soared. She couldn’t have asked for a better homecoming, and she knew, as she looked at all of her friends, that this was, at last, where she belonged.

It was her turn to take a deep breath. “So, what are we waiting for? Let’s get this party started.”

The party went on for hours, a joyful celebration of friendship, family, and homecoming. Applejack had been so worried about what she would say, about what might happen when she came back, but the warmth and acceptance she’d felt had dissolved all her concerns, leaving her with a feeling of pure joy. She’d laughed, and danced, and sung along with the townsponies, letting herself be swept up by their enthusiasm, letting herself be free.

She ate, too, of course. Fluttershy’s new cookies had a hint of cinnamon and honey that was unlike anything she’d tried before, and she made a point of telling her so, more than once. Pinkie Pie’s cupcakes were also a delight, with different flavors and fillings in every single one, and she’d spent the time trying to guess what each one was before eating them all in a single bite. The town had come together, setting up their tables and sharing their food, a potluck that had seemed to encompass all that Ponyville had to offer.

When the night had finally settled in, the town square was still aglow with magic, and Applejack found herself by the fountain with her friends, sitting together in a comfortable silence as they took a moment to rest after the festivities.

“You look… happy,” Fluttershy said, her voice soft.

Applejack smiled. “I am. I think I’ve finally stopped trying to pretend I’m something that I’m not.”

“It’s not exactly a small decision you made,” Rainbow Dash added. “Leaving everything behind to come back here. I’m impressed, not gonna lie.”

“I’ve had practice,” Applejack said with a wink. “It’s not the first time I’ve made a big decision.”

“It’s all a big show, as I suspected,” Rarity sighed happily, finally seeming as relaxed as she usually pretended to be. “And I am all here for it. I can already picture your newest line, made with homespun fabrics and hand-stitched pockets. Oh, the possibilities!”

“I haven’t even started thinking about a line,” Applejack said with a chuckle. “I’m gonna be too busy doing farm work for a while, I think. I haven’t touched dirt in what feels like forever.”

“Well, if you need any help, I’m sure I’ll be able to find some spare time to lend a hoof,” Pinkie Pie said with a grin. “Or maybe I could train some of my animal friends to help out! I have a whole stack of new ideas on the subject that I need to put to paper.”

Applejack smiled. It felt good, to be back. To have her friends around her, to be part of this community again. “It’s good to be home. Thank you all, for everything.”

They all smiled in return, and she could feel a wave of love for them, for this place, for this simple, ordinary life that had become all that she had ever truly wanted.

But she still had one thing to do.

She looked up at the sky. The stars were shining brightly, and she could feel the cool air on her fur. Then, she took a deep breath and started, “I have to talk to my family, though. They… they were really proud of what I was doing. And I’m sure that they’re going to be confused, about me coming back here.”

Rarity put a hoof on her shoulder. “Then perhaps they could use some assistance in understanding. I’m sure you know that I have a gift for speaking the truth, with a bit of flair.”

“I could provide a batch of cookies, if that would help,” Fluttershy said softly, looking up at Applejack with wide, gentle eyes. “I know that food helps make even tough conversations easier.”

“And I’ll be there to back you up,” Rainbow Dash added with a grin, puffing up her chest. “Just in case anypony needs to be told off.”

Pinkie, meanwhile, nodded furiously. “Right! And I’ll bring the party cannon, just in case you need an extra something to break up any tension! Or, hey, if you want, I could make the situation extra silly!”

Applejack laughed, feeling a warmth spread through her. “I think I’ll be okay, with just the support you all are offering. But… thank you. Really.”

They looked at her with smiles and nods, and then, after a moment, Rainbow flew up into the sky. “Last one to Sweet Apple Acres is a rotten egg!”

And with that, the town square was suddenly empty, and Applejack found herself alone again.

It was time. She looked around, one last time, taking in all of her familiar surroundings, the sounds of the town fading behind her as she made her way back to the farm.

It was time to see what her future, her honest future, actually held. It was time to make her way home.

She started to walk, her heart full, her hooves feeling light as she began her trek. She was home, at last. And for the first time in a very long time, she knew, that it was all that she had ever truly wanted. She had, at long last, found her way back to herself, to the place where she could truly be Applejack.

And that was a treasure that no amount of jewels or fine clothing could ever have rivaled.

The walk to Sweet Apple Acres was both familiar and new. Applejack had made the trip countless times as a foal, but now, after so many years away, it felt different. The path was a bit narrower than she remembered, and the trees seemed to have grown taller, their branches arching over the road like the arms of old friends, welcoming her back.

She could see the farmhouse now, its silhouette rising against the horizon, and she felt a familiar warmth spread through her. It was a sight that she’d held in her heart for years, a beacon that had guided her through the city’s maze, and now, at last, she was here.

As she got closer, she could see that the farm had changed, too. There were new structures, ones that hadn't been there when she left. A larger barn, a few more storage sheds, and what looked like a small workshop. It seemed that her family had been busy while she was away, expanding their business and making improvements. It was a testament to their hard work, and she felt a surge of pride, knowing that she was a part of that legacy.

She reached the edge of the property, and she paused, taking a deep breath. The scent of apples was stronger here, a sweet aroma that filled the air, and she could hear the gentle rustling of leaves, the soft chirping of crickets, and the distant, comforting sounds of the farm animals settling in for the night.

It was time.

She walked toward the farmhouse, her hooves making soft thuds against the ground, and she could see the warm glow of lamplight spilling out from the windows. She could hear the faint sounds of conversation, of laughter, and for a moment, she hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest.

This was it. The moment she’d been both anticipating and dreading.

She took another deep breath, and knocked on the door.

There was a brief silence, and then the sound of hooves approaching, the door opening to reveal her big brother, Big Macintosh, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw her standing there.

“Applejack?” he said, his voice a mix of shock and joy.

“Hey, Big Mac,” she replied, offering a small smile.

He blinked, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was real, and then he stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. “Eeyup, come on in. We weren’t expectin’ you so soon.”

She stepped inside, and the warmth of the farmhouse enveloped her, the scent of freshly baked apple pie filling the air. It was a smell that she’d missed more than she’d realized, a smell that was so deeply ingrained in her memory that it felt like coming home.

Granny Smith was sitting by the fireplace, her spectacles perched on her nose as she looked up from her knitting, her eyes widening as she saw Applejack. “Well, butter my biscuits, if it ain’t Applejack! Back from the big city, are ya?”

“I am, Granny,” she said, walking over to give her a hug. “It’s good to be back.”

“It’s good to have ya back, child,” Granny Smith said, patting her on the back. “We’ve missed ya somethin’ fierce. Though I gotta say, you look… different.”

“Different how, Granny?” Applejack asked, her ears twitching with curiosity.

“Well, for one thing, you ain’t wearin’ that silly hat of yours,” Granny Smith said with a chuckle. “And your mane… it’s all loose and wild. And those clothes… they look like they were made for a city slicker, not a farm pony.”

Applejack laughed. “I guess I’ve changed a bit, Granny. But I’m still the same Applejack, underneath it all.”

“I reckon you are,” Granny Smith said, her eyes twinkling. “Just a bit more… polished, maybe. Like a prize-winning apple, all shined up and ready for the fair.”

“Maybe,” Applejack agreed. It wasn’t the worst comparison, she mused. “I… I have something to tell you both, though.”

Big Mac, who had been standing quietly by the door, stepped forward. “What is it, Applejack?”

She took a breath, looking from Big Mac to Granny Smith, and back again. “I’m not just here for a visit. I’m… I’m home for good. I’m moving back to Sweet Apple Acres.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Granny Smith let out a whoop of joy, her knitting needles clattering to the floor as she stood up, her old joints creaking. “Well, I’ll be hornswoggled! That’s the best news I’ve heard all year! Welcome home, Applejack!”

Big Mac, too, seemed to be taken aback, but after a moment, a slow smile spread across his face. “Eeyup, that’s good news. We could use another hoof around here. Especially one as capable as yours.”

“I’ve missed it,” Applejack admitted, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. “I’ve missed all of this. The farm, the work, the… the honesty of it all.”

“Well, you’ve come back to the right place,” Granny Smith said, patting her on the shoulder. “There ain’t no place more honest than Sweet Apple Acres. And there ain’t no family more honest than the Apples.”

“I know,” Applejack said, her voice thick with emotion. “And… I want to be a part of that again. A real part of it.”

“You always were a part of it, Applejack,” Big Mac said, his voice gentle. “Even when you were in the city, you were still an Apple. And you always will be.”

“Eeyup,” Granny Smith agreed. “And now, you’re home, where you belong. And we’re gonna make sure you stay that way.”

Applejack smiled, feeling tears welling in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “That… that means a lot.”

“Now, how about some of that pie?” Granny Smith said, changing the subject with a wink. “I reckon we have a lot of catchin’ up to do, and there ain’t no better way to do that than over a warm slice of apple pie.”

“Sounds perfect,” Applejack said, her heart lighter than it had been in years.

As they sat around the table, eating pie and sharing stories, Applejack felt a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time. She was home, surrounded by family, and for the first time in years, she felt like she could truly be herself.

But as the conversation flowed, she realized that there was still one thing she hadn’t told them. One thing that she’d kept hidden, even from herself, for too long.

“There’s… something else,” she said, her voice hesitant. “Something I need to tell you.”

Big Mac and Granny Smith looked at her, their expressions curious, and she knew that she couldn’t put it off any longer.

“When I was in Manehattan,” she started, her voice barely above a whisper, “I… I realized something about myself. Something I’d been ignoring for a long time.”

She paused, gathering her courage, and then, she said it. “I’m not like other mares. I don’t… I don’t feel that way about stallions. I never have.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, there was silence. Applejack watched her family, her heart pounding, waiting for their reaction.

Granny Smith was the first to speak, her voice soft. “And what way is that, Applejack?”

“I… I like mares,” she said, her voice stronger now. “In that way. The way that… that couples do.”

Big Mac nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Eeyup, I reckon that makes sense.”

Applejack blinked, surprised by his easy acceptance. “It does?”

“Eeyup,” he repeated. “You always were a bit different, Applejack. Always marching to the beat of your own drum. And there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.”

Granny Smith, meanwhile, was looking at her with a twinkle in her eye. “Well, butter my biscuits, Applejack. I always knew you were special. And I reckon this just proves it.”

Applejack let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. “You… you’re not mad?”

“Mad?” Granny Smith scoffed. “Why in the hay would we be mad? You’re our family, Applejack. And we love you, no matter what.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac agreed. “Always have, always will.”

Tears welled in Applejack’s eyes, and she reached out, taking her family’s hooves in her own. “Thank you,” she whispered. “That… that means the world to me.”

“Now, how about another slice of pie?” Granny Smith said, changing the subject again with a wink. “We’ve got a lot to celebrate, after all. Our Applejack is home, and she’s finally being honest with herself. And that, my dear, is something worth celebrating.”

As they ate, Applejack felt a sense of belonging she hadn’t felt in years. She was home, surrounded by family, and for the first time, she felt like she could truly be herself, without any pretense, without any masks.

And as the night wore on, she knew that she had made the right decision. She was home, at last, and she was never going to leave again.

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. Applejack had wasted no time in getting back to work on the farm, and she found that, despite the years she’d spent away, her instincts were as sharp as ever. She helped Big Mac with the harvesting, her hooves moving with practiced ease as she gathered apples, her movements more fluid and precise than she remembered.

It seemed that her time in Manehattan had honed her skills in unexpected ways. The careful handling of delicate fabrics, the precise movements required for social interactions, and even the lock-picking skills she’d jokingly mentioned to Rarity, had all translated into a newfound grace and efficiency in her work.

She’d also found that her experiences in the city had given her a new perspective on the farm. She saw opportunities for improvement, for expansion, for new ventures that she hadn’t considered before. She talked with Big Mac and Granny Smith about her ideas, her mind buzzing with possibilities.

“We could start selling our apples in Manehattan,” she suggested one evening, as they sat around the dinner table. “I know ponies there who would pay top dollar for fresh, organic produce. And I could use my connections to set up a distribution network.”

Big Mac nodded thoughtfully. “Eeyup, that could work. We’d need to expand our orchards, though. And hire more help.”

“We could also start making apple-based products,” Applejack continued, her excitement growing. “Apple butter, apple cider vinegar, apple-scented candles… the possibilities are endless.”

Granny Smith chuckled. “Hold your horses, Applejack. One step at a time. But I reckon you’re on to somethin’. We could use a bit of innovation around here.”

And so, they started planning. Applejack used her connections in Manehattan to secure contracts with high-end restaurants and boutiques, while Big Mac oversaw the expansion of the orchards and the hiring of new farmhands. Granny Smith, meanwhile, kept a close eye on the finances, making sure that they weren’t biting off more than they could chew.

As the weeks passed, Sweet Apple Acres began to transform. New trees were planted, new buildings were erected, and new ponies were hired. The farm was buzzing with activity, and Applejack found herself at the center of it all, her days filled with work, laughter, and a sense of purpose she hadn’t felt in years.

She also made time for her friends. She helped Rarity with her new fashion line, offering suggestions and even modeling some of her creations. She went on adventures with Rainbow Dash, exploring the far reaches of Equestria and discovering new, exciting places. She baked with Pinkie Pie, experimenting with new recipes and creating delicious treats. And she spent quiet afternoons with Fluttershy, tending to the animals and enjoying the peacefulness of nature.

She even found time for romance.

It started slowly, with shy glances and shared smiles. She and Rarity had been spending more and more time together, their friendship deepening into something more. They’d started taking walks in the evenings, talking about their dreams, their fears, and their hopes for the future.

One evening, as they were sitting by the pond, watching the sunset, Rarity turned to her, her eyes shining in the twilight. “Applejack,” she said softly, “I… I have something to tell you.”

Applejack’s heart skipped a beat. “What is it, Rarity?”

“I… I care for you, Applejack. Deeply. More than just as a friend.”

Applejack felt a warmth spread through her chest. “I care for you too, Rarity. More than just as a friend.”

Rarity smiled, a blush rising to her cheeks. “Then… would you do me the honor of being my special somepony?”

Applejack’s breath caught in her throat. “I… I’d love that, Rarity.”

And in that moment, as they leaned in for their first kiss, Applejack knew that she had made the right decision. She was home, surrounded by love, and for the first time in her life, she felt truly complete.

The future was uncertain, of course. There would be challenges, and hardships, and moments of doubt. But as she looked around at her family, her friends, and the farm that she loved, she knew that she could face anything, as long as she had them by her side.

She was Applejack, of Sweet Apple Acres. And she was exactly where she was meant to be.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Applejack continued to work on the farm, her days filled with the familiar routines of farm life. But now, there was a new spring in her step, a new lightness in her heart.

She and Rarity were inseparable, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. They spent their evenings together, talking, laughing, and sharing their dreams for the future. Rarity had even started designing a new line of clothing inspired by Applejack’s rustic style, which she affectionately called “Apple Chic.”

Applejack, in turn, had taken an interest in Rarity’s work, learning about fabrics, colors, and designs. She even surprised Rarity one day with a handmade dress, crafted from sturdy, practical materials, but with a touch of elegance that was unmistakably Rarity’s style.

“Oh, Applejack, it’s… it’s wonderful!” Rarity had exclaimed, her eyes wide with delight. “You have a real talent for this!”

“It’s nothin’ special,” Applejack had replied, blushing. “Just somethin’ I whipped up.”

But it was special. It was a symbol of their love, a testament to their unique bond, and Rarity wore it with pride.

As the seasons changed, so did the farm. The new orchards began to bear fruit, and the new products were a hit in Manehattan. Applejack’s connections had proven invaluable, and Sweet Apple Acres was thriving.

But amidst all the changes, one thing remained constant: Applejack’s love for her home, her family, and her friends. And as she looked out at the sprawling fields, the bustling farm, and the ponies she loved, she knew that she had made the right decision.

She was Applejack, of Sweet Apple Acres. And she was finally, truly, home.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the farm. Applejack was sitting on the porch, watching as the last of the workers headed home for the day. She could hear the gentle sounds of the farm settling down for the night, the soft clucking of chickens, the distant mooing of cows, and the gentle rustling of leaves in the evening breeze.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Applejack turned to see Rarity standing behind her, a gentle smile on her face. She was wearing the dress Applejack had made for her, and in the soft light of the setting sun, she looked more beautiful than ever.

“Just thinkin’ about how lucky I am,” Applejack replied, patting the spot next to her on the porch swing.

Rarity sat down beside her, and they swung gently back and forth, enjoying the peacefulness of the evening.

“You know,” Rarity said after a moment, “I never thought I’d end up living on a farm.”

Applejack chuckled. “And I never thought I’d end up falling for a city pony.”

“Life is full of surprises,” Rarity said with a smile. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Me neither,” Applejack agreed.

They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company, and the tranquility of the evening. Then, Applejack spoke again.

“I… I never told you why I left for Manehattan in the first place, did I?”

Rarity shook her head. “You said you wanted to find yourself. And you did.”

“Eeyup, but there’s more to it than that,” Applejack said, her voice thoughtful. “I was… running away, I think. From myself, from my family, from everything I knew.”

“Running away?” Rarity asked, her brow furrowing. “From what?”

“From the expectations,” Applejack said, her gaze drifting towards the horizon. “From the feeling that I had to be something I wasn’t. I thought that if I could just… be someone else, somewhere else, then maybe I’d be happy.”

“But you weren’t,” Rarity said softly.

“No,” Applejack agreed. “I wasn’t. It took me a long time to realize that happiness isn’t something you find in a place, or in a job, or even in other ponies. It’s something you find within yourself.”

Rarity nodded, her eyes full of understanding. “And you found it here.”

“Eeyup,” Applejack said with a smile. “I found it here. With you, with my family, with my friends. With myself.”

Rarity leaned in, resting her head on Applejack’s shoulder. “I’m glad you did.”

“Me too,” Applejack said, wrapping an arm around her.

They sat there for a long time, watching as the stars began to appear in the darkening sky. It was a perfect moment, a perfect evening, and Applejack knew that she would remember it forever.

As the moon rose high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the farm, Applejack felt a sense of peace she had never known before. She was home, she was loved, and she was, at last, truly herself.

And as she looked out at the farm, at the fields bathed in moonlight, at the home she had always longed for, she knew that she had made the right decision. She was Applejack, of Sweet Apple Acres. And this, right here, was where she was meant to be.

The next morning, Applejack woke up early, as she always did. But this time, instead of the city’s sounds, she was greeted by the gentle chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the distant mooing of cows. It was a symphony of nature, a melody that she had missed more than she’d realized.

She got out of bed, stretched, and looked around the room. It was her old room, the one she’d had since she was a foal. It was smaller than what she’d grown used to in Manehattan, and simpler, too. But it was filled with memories, with warmth, and with a sense of belonging that she had never felt in the city.

She walked over to the window, and looked out at the farm. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden glow over the fields, and the sight took her breath away. It was beautiful, in a way that the city could never be. It was real, it was honest, and it was home.

She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the fresh, crisp air, and then she got dressed, putting on a pair of sturdy work jeans, a simple, checkered shirt, and her boots. She paused for a moment, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Gone was the elaborate bouffant, replaced by her natural, flowing mane. Gone were the fancy dresses and the jewelry, replaced by practical, comfortable clothes. But the biggest change was in her eyes. They were brighter, clearer, and filled with a sense of peace she hadn’t seen in years.

She was home. And she was herself, at last.

She went downstairs, and found her family already in the kitchen. Big Mac was cooking breakfast, Granny Smith was setting the table, and Apple Bloom was feeding Winona, the family’s border collie.

“Mornin’, Applejack,” Big Mac said, flipping a pancake.

“Morning,” she replied, smiling. “Smells delicious.”

“Eeyup. Made your favorite. Apple cinnamon pancakes.”

“With extra cinnamon,” Granny Smith added, winking.

Applejack laughed. “You know me too well.”

They ate breakfast together, sharing stories and laughter, and for the first time in a long time, Applejack felt truly content. She was surrounded by family, by love, and by the familiar comforts of home.

After breakfast, they got to work. There was always something to do on the farm, and Applejack was eager to get her hooves dirty. She helped Big Mac with the harvesting, her movements fluid and efficient. She helped Apple Bloom with the animals, her touch gentle and reassuring. And she helped Granny Smith with the baking, her hands kneading dough with practiced ease.

As the day wore on, she found herself falling back into the rhythm of farm life, her body remembering the routines, the movements, the tasks that had once been second nature to her. It was hard work, but it was satisfying, and she felt a sense of accomplishment she hadn’t felt in years.

But amidst the familiar routines, she also found herself incorporating some of her city-honed skills. When a lock on one of the storage sheds broke, she used her lock-picking skills to open it, earning a surprised look from Big Mac.

“Where’d you learn that?” he asked.

“Manehattan,” she replied with a wink. “Comes in handy, sometimes.”

And when they were sorting apples, she used her knowledge of the Manehattan markets to separate the highest-quality apples, the ones that would fetch the best prices in the city.

“These are the ones,” she said, pointing to a pile of perfectly shaped, blemish-free apples. “The city ponies love these. They call them ‘cosmetic’ apples.”

Granny Smith snorted. “Cosmetic, huh? Back in my day, we just called them ‘good’ apples.”

“Well, these ‘good’ apples are going to make us a pretty penny,” Applejack said with a grin.

As the sun began to set, they gathered on the porch, tired but satisfied. They sat in comfortable silence, watching as the sky turned shades of orange, pink, and purple.

“You know,” Applejack said, breaking the silence, “I think I made the right decision, coming back here.”

“We think so, too,” Granny Smith said, patting her hoof.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac agreed. “It’s good to have you home, Applejack.”

Apple Bloom, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly spoke up. “I’m really glad you’re back, Applejack. I… I missed you.”

Applejack smiled, reaching out to ruffle her little sister’s mane. “I missed you too, Apple Bloom. More than you know.”

They sat there for a while longer, just enjoying each other’s company, and the tranquility of the evening. It was a perfect moment, a perfect ending to a perfect day.

As the stars began to appear in the darkening sky, Applejack felt a sense of peace she had never known before. She was home, she was loved, and she was, at last, truly herself.

And as she looked out at the farm, at the fields bathed in moonlight, at the home she had always longed for, she knew that she had made the right decision. She was Applejack, of Sweet Apple Acres. And this, right here, was where she was meant to be.

The next few weeks were a blur of activity. Applejack continued to work on the farm, her days filled with the familiar routines of farm life. But now, there was a new energy, a new purpose, to her work.

She implemented the changes she had discussed with her family, expanding the orchards, hiring more help, and starting to produce new, apple-based products. She used her connections in Manehattan to secure contracts with high-end restaurants and boutiques, and soon, Sweet Apple Acres was thriving like never before.

But amidst all the work, she also made time for her friends. She helped Rarity with her new “Apple Chic” fashion line, offering suggestions, modeling some of her creations, and even designing a few pieces herself. She went on adventures with Rainbow Dash, exploring new, exciting places, and pushing her limits. She baked with Pinkie Pie, experimenting with new recipes, and creating delicious treats. And she spent quiet afternoons with Fluttershy, tending to the animals, and enjoying the peacefulness of nature.

She even found time for dates with Rarity. They would go on long walks in the evenings, talking about their dreams, their fears, and their hopes for the future. They would have picnics in the orchard, sharing food, laughter, and tender moments. And sometimes, they would just sit together in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company, and the tranquility of the farm.

One evening, as they were sitting by the pond, watching the sunset, Rarity turned to her, a serious expression on her face.

“Applejack,” she said softly, “there’s something I need to ask you.”

Applejack’s heart skipped a beat. “What is it, Rarity?”

“I… I know that you’re happy here, on the farm. But… would you ever consider moving back to Manehattan? With me?”

Applejack was taken aback. It was a question she hadn’t expected, and one that she hadn’t considered.

“Rarity, I…” she began, not sure what to say.

“I know, I know,” Rarity said quickly, “it’s a big question. And I don’t expect you to answer right away. But… I miss the city, Applejack. I miss the excitement, the energy, the… the opportunities. And as much as I love it here, I don’t know if I can stay forever.”

Applejack looked at Rarity, her heart aching. She loved Rarity, more than she’d ever thought possible. But she also loved the farm, her family, and the life she had built here.

“Rarity,” she said softly, “I… I don’t know. I love it here. I love the farm, I love my family, I love… I love you. But… I don’t know if I can leave again. Not after I just found my way back.”

Rarity nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. “I know, darling. And I would never ask you to choose between me and your home. But… I just needed to know. To see if there was a future for us, somewhere where we could both be happy.”

Applejack took Rarity’s hoof in her own, squeezing it gently. “There is a future for us, Rarity. I know it. We just… we need to find it. Together.”

Rarity smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Together,” she repeated. “I like the sound of that.”

They sat there for a long time, watching as the stars began to appear in the darkening sky. It was a difficult conversation, a difficult question, but as Applejack looked at Rarity, at the pony she loved, she knew that they would find a way. They had to.

Because she was Applejack, and Rarity was… well, she was Rarity. And together, they could do anything. Even if that meant finding a way to bridge the gap between the city and the farm, between their two very different worlds.

It wouldn't be easy, she knew. But nothing worth having ever was. And she was willing to do whatever it took, to make their love work. Because, at the end of the day, that was what mattered most.

Love, honesty, and a whole lot of apples. That was the Applejack way. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

The seasons changed, as they always did, and life on Sweet Apple Acres continued. The farm was thriving, the new ventures were a success, and Applejack was happier than she had ever been.

She and Rarity had found a balance that worked for them. Rarity would spend a few weeks in Ponyville, helping with the farm, designing new clothes, and enjoying the peace and quiet of the countryside. Then, she would go to Manehattan for a few weeks, overseeing her boutique, meeting with clients, and soaking in the energy of the city. And Applejack would often go with her, using the opportunity to check on her business interests, meet with her contacts, and make sure that everything was running smoothly. They had found a rhythm that kept them connected, even when they were apart.

They’d also found a way to bridge the gap between their two worlds. Rarity had started a new fashion line, inspired by Applejack’s style, which she called “Country Chic.” It was a mix of rustic and elegant, practical and stylish, and it was a hit in both Ponyville and Manehattan.

Applejack, in turn, had started a new business venture, a delivery service that brought fresh produce from Sweet Apple Acres to the city. She called it “Applejack’s Express,” and it was a huge success. City ponies loved the fresh, organic apples, and they were willing to pay top dollar for them.

But amidst all the changes, one thing remained constant: Applejack’s love for her home, her family, and her friends. And as she looked out at the sprawling fields, the bustling farm, and the ponies she loved, she knew that she had made the right decision.

She was Applejack, of Sweet Apple Acres. And she was finally, truly, home.

One sunny afternoon, as she was sitting on the porch with Rarity, watching the sunset, Applejack felt a sense of peace she had never known before. She was surrounded by love, by beauty, and by the familiar comforts of home.

“You know,” Rarity said, breaking the silence, “I think I’m starting to understand why you love it here so much.”

Applejack smiled. “It’s a special place, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Rarity agreed. “It’s… honest. And real. And I think… I think I needed that.”

“We all need a little honesty, sometimes,” Applejack said, squeezing Rarity’s hoof.

They sat there for a while longer, just enjoying each other’s company, and the tranquility of the evening. Then, Rarity spoke again.

“Applejack,” she said, her voice serious, “I… I have another question for you.”

Applejack’s heart skipped a beat. “What is it, Rarity?”

Rarity took a deep breath, and then, she said it. “Will you marry me?”

Applejack’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Rarity, at the pony she loved, at the pony who had accepted her for who she was, flaws and all, and her heart swelled with love.

“Oh, Rarity,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Rarity’s eyes filled with tears of joy, and she threw her hooves around Applejack, hugging her tightly. “I love you, Applejack,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Rarity,” Applejack replied, burying her face in Rarity’s mane.

They stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other, their hearts overflowing with love. It was a perfect moment, a perfect evening, and Applejack knew that she would remember it forever.

As the moon rose high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the farm, Applejack felt a sense of peace she had never known before. She was home, she was loved, and she was, at last, truly herself.

And as she looked out at the farm, at the fields bathed in moonlight, at the home she had always longed for, she knew that she had made the right decision. She was Applejack, of Sweet Apple Acres. And this, right here, was where she was meant to be.

And she knew, with a certainty that warmed her from the inside out, that her story, their story, was just beginning. An honest start, to a life filled with love, laughter, and a whole lot of apples. And she couldn't wait to see what the future had.