Polished Hooves And Big Applesby Colt_Cuddler_4evaChaptersThe New ArrivalThe Welcome PartyTaking NoticeThank You ApplesThe New ArrivalWith the crowing of a rooster, another day of work started for one of Ponyville’s most eligible stallions. The red farm pony awoke from his slumber with a deep yawn. He shifted out of bed, stretching as his hooves hit to the wooden floor. Once his muscles were fully awake, Big Macintosh put on his yoke then headed out of the room. His sisters were just getting up as well. After a short breakfast, the stallion of the house headed out to see what needed to be done. Something was always needing to be done. Like, fixing a wagon or tilling up the land. Or making deliveries. So, taking a twig of wheat between his teeth, the owner of Sweet Apple Acres started his work. Though, he couldn’t help feeling something was going to happen today. Then again, when doesn’t anything out-of-the-ordinary happen in this town now-a-days? Big Macintosh ignored the feeling and continued on with his work. Meanwhile, just outside of Ponyville, a dazzling red carriage adorned with purple gems was being pulled to the town by two handsome stallions. Everypony became very curious as the carriage neared, kicking up dust as it rolled closer. Once in the town, the carriage smoothly slowed to a stop. The door started to glow a dull purple, obviously by a unicorn's magic touch, and was gradually opened. A purple gentlecolt wearing a dark navy vest soon stepped out that carriage. His mane and tail were purple and red, the carriage he rode in color coordinated to match perfectly. The horn on his head glowed as the door had, but in his grasp this time was a rose. The stallion sniffed the rose before tucking it neatly on to his vest. At the moment, a frown was set on his lips, but as ponies approached, he painted on a smile. He closed the door behind him and dismissed the stallions that pulled his carriage, allowing them to see the town for themselves and maybe make a few friends. Big Mac was out making an apple delivery when he saw the crowding of ponies. He knew something was going to go on today, but the red stallion decided to just keep to his deliveries. It was none of his business. Twilight Sparkle was the first to greet the new pony. “Welcome to Ponyville, Mr. …” “Miamore, my dear,” the purple stallion answered, a smooth Italian accent lacing his words. “Pony Match Maker. Though, currently, I’ma on vacation.” He gave a charming smile that could make any filly swoon. Though he was charming and seemed to be an expert in the ways of love, he himself had no pony to hold. Miamore sighed at the thought but kept his charming act up. He had a reputation to keep. Surely some pony around here knew who he was. “Well…” Twilight blushed a bit as the stallion smiled so charmingly. “Nice to meet you, Miamore. I’m Twilight Sparkle. Please, enjoy your time in Ponyville.” “That I will… This town seems to have its.. charms..” He smiled at the other mares, causing them to giggle. Ugh. I feel so ashamed. Flirting when I don’t have the heart to even be with a mare. Miamore pushed the thought from his mind and trotted through the crowd that had accumulated. It seemed a few of the ponies did know who he was. Especially a white mare with a very lovely purple mane and the cutie mark of three diamonds. Beautiful unicorn, she was. She introduced herself as Rarity and Miamore couldn’t help thinking that was just the perfect name for her. And her sister Sweetie Belle. One of the cutest little fillies Miamore set eyes on. And her friends were just as wonderful. He adored Applebloom’s southern accent. And Scootaloo had an air of daring and awesomeness, even if she couldn’t fly properly. The matchmaker respected that. He went on to meet a darling, shy pegasus named Fluttershy, another pegasus with a wild rainbow mane named Rainbow Dash, Applebloom’s older sister Applejack, he was really loving those accents, and finally he met with a pink pony named Pinkie Pie who instantly said there would be a party just for him. Interesting. But he was already starting to like this town and was glad he chose this to be his vacation spot. He was also lucky he didn’t have paparazzi following him. He'd lost them a long time ago. Really, this trip was just random. It was all spontaneous. So he didn’t even have anywhere to stay for the time being. With great hospitality, Applejack offered him a place to stay at Sweet Apple Acres. He liked the name of the farm. Having no other option at the moment, he agreed. After meeting almost all of Ponyville, the unicorn then followed the orange-colored mare to the home of the Apple family. Or at least part of it. On the way there, Applejack shared a few stories about Ponyville and the farm. To think, he spent most of his time in his office at Canterlot. That was one reason the stallion matchmaker didn’t have a relationship. He was always so busy. Then again he made sure to keep himself that way so he wouldn’t have to worry about a relationship. Well, his own relationship. Once at the farm, Applejack gave a small tour. There he met Granny Smith. She seemed to approve of him but he really wasn’t sure. The old mare had a rather ... unique way of doing things. Before going to the house, Miamore was introduced to the stallion of the house. And what a stallion he was. Big Macintosh was his name. It also made Miamore think why else he was called ‘Big’ besides his size. The larger stallion didn’t speak much though. Their meeting only lasted a moment as the stallion went back to his work. Once his tour was done, Miamore decided to take a walk around Ponyville. He was getting a little peckish. The Welcome PartyMiamore wasn't exactly sure where he could find something to eat, considering he'd had yet to have a proper tour. But then the most heavenly scent entered his snout. The stallion followed his nose to a cute little bakery called Sugarcube Corner. With such an inviting name, the purple unicorn couldn't help but decide to check it out. Upon entering, he was met by a shout of: "Surprise!" The stallion jumped a bit, taken aback. Yes, Pinkie Pie had told him she was throwing a party, but he didn't know where nor when that would be. Guess he knew now. Pinkie Pie approached Miamore, a big grin on her face. "See? I threw a party to welcome you to Ponyville! Of course, I'd probably throw a party just to do it--" The pink mare went on and on. Miamore just smiled and listened, even if it wasn't all that interesting. Finally, when he was able to sneak away, Miamore went over to the snack table. This is where that delightful scent was coming from. The purple stallion licked his lips before deciding on a cupcake to eat. Simply delicious. He hadn't had a well-baked cupcake in so long. The unicorn usually tried to keep to a diet to keep in-shape. But what the hell, he was on vacation! Nothing wrong with pigging out a little. After liking the sweet icing from his lips, Miamore was approached by Rarity once more. She smiled sweetly at him. "Hello, Mr. Miamore," she greeted him, making the male chuckle. "Please, dear. Just call me Miamore," the purple unicorn said, keeping that charming smile. Rarity giggled a little. "Miamore... I just thought you could use a little company. And don't worry, I won't bore you like Pinkie Pie. Poor darling doesn't know when to keep quiet." "True. But I do enjoy her cheerfulness; not a great deal of that in Canterlot. All of them are stuck up. Well... Not all of them." Miamore recalled a handsome young colt he'd met. Poor thing had been heartbroken and came begging Miamore for help. Sweetest colt he'd ever met. The purple unicorn even believed he'd been falling for the colt. It was not to be, though. Miamore'd had a great sense of love. He could tell that they weren't compatible. The unicorn had found that colt a nice mare just as sweet as he. Miamore remembered that wedding fondly. He was snapped from his thoughts as Rarity spoke again. "Really? Wait until you've been around her long enough! Then you'll start begging to go back to Canterlot." The two shared a laugh; though, Miamore doubted that. It wasn't that he disliked his home, he was used to being around those types. There was just... something about this little town. Something that felt ... right. Miamore and Rarity spoke for a little while longer until the purple unicorn was requested to dance. From there, he joined in with the fun that seemed to grow naturally within the colorful atmosphere the pink pony had created. The newcomer was rather thankful Pinkie Pie threw him this party. He felt welcomed and he was glad no pony was asking him for love advice. At least, they weren't yet. He had made it clear he was on vacation. Maybe they were kind enough not to bother him with work. The party lasted until the sun started to set. Then everypony started back to their own homes. Miamore offered to help clean up but the Cakes, the owners of Sugarcube Corner, politely declined him and suggested he get some rest. He had come a long way and traveling was always tiring. Miamore made the walk back to Sweet Apple Acres, not too long after Applejack got there. He caught up with the orange pony, wondering where he would be staying. She told the purple unicorn that Big Mac had offered up his room for the matchmaker to sleep in. "What a kind thing to do... I would have just taken the guest room. He needn't do that," Miamore said. Applejack shook her head. "You are our guest. Big Mac is more than happy to let you stay in his room. Plus, the only guest space we got is the floor," AJ said. Miamore nodded. They were being so hospitable to him. How could he really decline? Plus, the purple stallion didn't want to offend the Apple family. Nor did he want to sleep on the floor. Once inside, Miamore had another brief meeting with the ever so quiet Big Mac. He said a quick goodnight to the Apple family, thanking the larger stallion for letting him stay in his room for the night. "Eeyup," was the answer the unicorn received from the earth pony. Miamore couldn't help but think that was rather charming. A different charming from his own, fake, charming. After chuckling to himself, Miamore went into the room and settled into the big red stallion's bed. It smelled like apples and bit like sweat. Must be from all that working in the orchard. Miamore quite liked it. Living in the city, the scents he experienced weren’t anything like this. As he laid there, Miamore reflected on his day. The first half was just traveling in that carriage of his. Then he'd arrived here and his life had seemed to just cheer up. He wished he knew why, but really ... why should he question it? Taking NoticeBig Macintosh had made a pallet of blankets and hay in the living room of their home after their houseguest went to settle in his room. The red earth pony didn’t know why the purple unicorn could not just sleep on a pallet. His sister insisted the unicorn sleep in a bed, though. And AJ had this weird look in her eyes when she spoke about the purple pony. Big Mac just couldn’t figure out what it was. Lust maybe? What was so great about Miamore? And it wasn’t just his sister either. Everypony seemed to be taken by this new arrival. The stallion noticed this as he was finishing up his deliveries today. Big Mac didn’t think much about Miamore. Then again, the few times they have met weren’t much to go on. Once he was satisfied with the hay pallet, Big Mac removed his yoke, leaning it on the nearby wall, and then settled down for sleep. His slumber was a little rough. The pallet wasn’t very comfortable. But Big Mac was accustom to aches. He was a work pony. Used to hauling heavy loads, dragging along an old plow, and bucking trees of their stubborn fruit. In the morning, the red stallion was a bit stiff, but nothing a little stretching couldn't help. As the rooster crowed, Big Macintosh heard a loud thud from above. Curious, the stallion of the house went to investigate. He found his sisters and granny at the door of his room once he was at the top of the stairs. Applejack knocked on the wooden barrier. “You okay, Mister Miamore?” The element of honesty asked. Hurried shuffling of papers could be heard, which made Big Mac a little nervous. The stallion had certain magazines hidden beneath his bed. After the paper-sounds stopped, Miamore came to the door, smiling sweetly at the Apple family. His mane and tail were different from yesterday. His hair was poofy like Pinkie Pie’s but more unkempt with many stray hairs here and there. “Yes, yes. I’m perfectly fine. I was just a little startled. I’m used to Lovestruck, my canary, waking me up, singing a sweet song. Not… whatever that was,” Miamore said, shaking his head. “I see. Would ya like to join us for breakfast?” “Thank you for the offer, but I will have to decline. As you can see, my hair is an absolute mess and I must tame it. Which means I have to go to my carriage, as much as I dread to do so in this horrid condition. I suspect Miss Rarity could assist me ... May I stay here another night?” “Sure, Big Mac doesn’t mind,” Applebloom chimed in. She liked Miamore as much as her sister did. Miamore smiled at the small filly. The other Apples didn’t seem to have any objections. Big Mac got a look from his sister so he decided not to say anything. Though, he did wish he could have his bed back. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way,” the unicorn said before making his exit, trying to flatten his poof of hair. Big Mac watched Miamore go to the stairs. He hadn’t realized he was actually staring at Miamore’s flank until the purple pony was out of sight. The red stallion shook his head, not thinking much of it. Caramel would probably fuss at him for staring at another pony’s flank if he had known. Once the unicorn was gone, Big Macintosh and his family went downstairs for a meal of hay and apples then it was time for work. Miamore was sneaking through town, going from bush to bush. He may not have been as snooty as most ponies that resided in Canterlot but he did care about his appearance. The purple unicorn didn’t want anypony to see him the way he was. Pinkie Pie might have looked good with the poofy hairdo, but it just wasn’t right for Miamore. The unicorn was able to make it all the way to his purple and red carriage without being spotted. Well, it was a bit early in the morning. Not many ponies were awake. Thank goodness for that. Miamore slipped into his plush carriage where his entire load of luggage was kept. Well, it his possessions only consisted of three bags. Two were full of clothes and the other was stuffed with grooming products. Before he could go to Rarity’s, Miamore went through his clothes. He was still been wearing the vest he’d had on yesterday. The rose was no longer there though. Maybe he'd lost it somewhere along the way. It took Miamore an hour and a half to pick out what he wanted to wear. Once he was satisfied, he changed then grasped the bag of grooming products with a grip of magic. The bag floated behind him as the purple stallion once more went from cover to cover as he made his way to Rarity’s boutique. The unicorn hid behind a sign as he knocked on the door, hoping Rarity was awake. And he really hoped she was willing to help him. They had really hit it off last night and did consider her as a friend, of sorts. “Hello,” Rarity said as she answered the door. Then she spotted Miamore. At least she believed it was him. His hair was a wild swirl of purple and red but she was positive it was Miamore. “I’m very sorry for bothering you but I’m in need of your assistance,” Miamore said, feeling a little embarrassed. “I see... Please, come in.” Miamore nodded before slipping pass the white mare. “I usually have my private hairstylist handle this rat’s nest, but I didn’t want to drag him with me. You know, let him have a break. I guess I was just hoping there would be someone experienced in mane and tail styling, since I came here on a whim. I can’t really style my own hair. I’ve tried, but it always comes out wrong. I’m not sure why. But you definitely look like you know a thing or two about maintaining one’s looks… I’ll deal with my hooves myself. I’d rather do my own pedicure,” he said as he walked into the Carousel Boutique. He was greeted by a white cat wearing a purple bow. Opalescence rubbed against his leg, purring. “I’ll be more than happy to help you, Miamore. I do understand the high maintenance of keeping one’s appearance up.” “Thank you very much, Miss Rarity. Now, there’s a certain procedure Slick Trim, my stylist, goes through to perfect my mane and tail. First is to wash my mane twice with this herbal shampoo.” Miamore opened his pack and pulled out an unlabeled bottle. It was a homemade mixture specially concocted for his mane. After that, he also laid out the other supplies needed to groom him. “While wet, run the hard-bristle brush through the tangles. After doing so, my mane must be soaked in my conditioner for at least fifteen minutes. Rinse then brush through again with the hard-bristle brush. Use my hair dryer on a low setting while brushing with the soft-bristle brush, making sure to part my mane. Then there’s the matter of my tail. One wash with shampoo then two ten-minute soaks in conditioner, brushing in-between each soak. Hard-bristle brush. Again, low setting while drying. Use the round brush to wave the hair, using the hairspray to keep it in place and give it that special sheen. I know it seems like a lot but it’s the only way to control this… mess…” Rarity blinked. He just had to make himself look perfect. Reminded her of Prince Bloodblue except Miamore wasn’t as snooty as the prince. The white mare decided she would help the stallion since he was her new friend and was much more charming than Blueblood. “It’s alright, dear. It’s expected of a Canterlot pony like yourself to look absolutely perfect.” “Yes, yes.. I’m just amazed how a pegasus can do all that.” “Slick Trim?” “Yes. Amazing pony, he is. As soon as he could fly correctly, he started studying the art of hairstyling. Said he wanted to make everypony look perfect. And he’s very serious about his work. To think I met him in a club… But that’s a story for another time.” Rarity nodded then gestured for the stallion to take a seat. Then the white mare got started on taming the beast that was Miamore’s mane and tail. She followed Miamore instructions to the letter, wanting him to look absolutely fabulous. While his mane was being tended to, Miamore filed and shined his black hooves. An hour later, Miamore was looking as charming as ever. “You are a life saver, Miss Rarity,” Miamore said as he admired the hard work in the mirror, packing all his grooming supplies back into the bag. He then faced the white mare before sweetly kissing her cheek. “Thank you.” A dark blush formed on Rarity’s cheeks. Miamore smiled before getting his bag and making his exit. Hopefully she didn’t take that as any more than a friendly gesture of thanks. He had a strange effect on those that surrounded him. It wasn’t only his good looks. He had a certain aura about him. One of love and appeal. It was like an extent on his magic that he couldn’t control. Ponies would fall for him in most cases. Or just want him in their beds. He hated that about himself, but just went on with his life. So far he'd found no way of stopping it. And it wasn’t all that bad sometimes; he could make friends quickly. It was also how he could tell two ponies were perfect for each other. Anyway, Miamore put his bag back in his carriage. Now what was he going to do today? He had made no real plans. This town had to have more to offer. Then Miamore got an idea. He needed to thank the Apples for their hospitality. He should make it a surprise. Maybe he could socialize and figure what he could do. Miamore nodded to himself before stepping out of his carriage and setting out to his mission. Big Macintosh was in town pulling a bushel of apples in a cart at his slow gait. With him was Caramel, who was delivering things usually used for baking such as baking powder and sugar. Both were headed to the same place: Sugarcube Corner. “Hey, Big Mac,” Caramel said, getting his companion’s attention. “Hm?” Big Macintosh questioned. “What do you think of that fancy pony?” Big Mac shrugged. “Nothing to say about him?” “Nnope.” “I think he’s kind of… cute… And his name is sort of exotic. Miamore. Just rolls off the tongue. Everypony is talking about him. How charming he is and how he doesn’t act all snooty. Maybe I should—“ Big Mac stopped in his tracks and looked at the colt when he heard the thud of crates hitting the ground. The tan pony had managed to trip on his own hooves, landing face first in the ground with his hindquarters in the air. The cart kept him held up like that. The red stallion shook his head, sighing, and then unhooked himself from his cart to help Caramel. After Caramel and readjusted and everything that hadn’t broken was loaded up on the cart, the two resumed their walking. “Sorry about that,” Caramel apologized, a soft blush on his cheeks. “I’m so clumsy.” “Eeyup,” Big Mac agreed. The two became silent as they trotted along. The larger stallion’s ear twitched as he heard the tan colt beside him gasp softly. “Look. There’s Miamore,” Caramel said, nodding towards the opening door of Sugarcube Corner. Miamore was just walking out of the place of sweets, Mrs. Cake behind him. The pair shared a few words, Miamore chuckling at some unheard joke or amusing words. Then the door was closed and Miamore seemed pretty pleased with himself about something. The smiling purple unicorn then looked around. It was then that he and Big Mac locked gazes. Miamore’s amethyst eyes got as wide as saucers before he galloped off as if he had just seen a ghost. What was that all about? Big Mac looked around, making sure there was nothing frightening around him. Did Miamore run because of him? “He must be in a hurry,” Caramel reasoned aloud, interrupting Big Mac’s train of thought. “Eeyup,” the red stallion said, pushing away the slight irritation he felt. He had no reason to be frustrated at the purple stallion. Still, what made him run off like that? The two ponies finished their delivery after which Big Mac returned home to see what other work needed to be done. While walking about, the farmer tried to figure why exactly Miamore ran. Did the other dislike him? Or was it because… Oh no… Miamore knew about Big Mac’s magazines. Maybe Miamore was embarrassed. Or disgusted since those magazines contained explicit pictures of one-hundred-percent colt on colt action? Then why did the pony ask to stay another night? It was just down right puzzling. Thank You ApplesAfter rounding the corner, Miamore slid to a stop, panting as he leaned against the nearest well. Miamore had been running around all day to get a little information about the Apples. He planned to have a little party thrown for them, and had even gotten a few gifts for them. The purple unicorn wanted to surprise the little family with all this, in hopes they would see his appreciation to them for letting him stay with them. He felt he had almost been caught when he saw Big Macintosh. The purple stallion had been at Sugarcube Corner learning how to bake a pie. He felt it would be more special if he baked an apple pie himself. And as he stepped out, he saw Big Macintosh and some tan colt. Miamore probably came off as rude though. The unicorn mentally slapped himself. What reason did he have to run? How would Big Mac find out he was throwing a party? Then again, Miamore was never good at keeping certain things secret. Only little things, like parties. He always got a twitch in his right eye. The purple stallion sighed, finally catching his breath. It was probably for the best that he ran. Wouldn’t want the secret to be out. Once the unicorn caught his breath, he trotted down the road. He was heading to Rarity’s for the second time today. Her place was the closest thing to home here so he enjoyed her company. Plus, maybe she could provide a place to have the party he wanted to throw. Not that he had a problem with Sugarcube Corner. He just thought it would be nice to have a change of location with the party. It seemed most of the parties around here were thrown at the cake shop. Miamore knocked on the door before going through a check-over of his appearance. Luckily, his hair stayed in place with all the products that was used on it. He was a little sweaty but he didn’t give off an odor. The stallion stretched a little before the door was opened. Miamore smiled at the three little fillies that answered the door. “Well, good afternoon… And what are the Cutie Mark Crusaders up to today?” He asked the three cute fillies. The three beamed at him. “Good afternoon, Mister Miamore,” the trio said simultaneously. “We were just trying to figure out what else we could do to get our cutie marks,” Sweetie Belle added, answering the stallion’s question. “We’ve tried so much, it’s hard to figure out what else is out there,” Scootaloo said, giving a look of downheartedness as the other two followed suit. Miamore’s heart dropped at the sight. He didn’t think he could ever feel more depressed than he normally was. And he was usually able to hide his depression. The sad fillies made him frown. He wanted to scoop all three of them up and nuzzle them until they smiled. “Come now, my little ponies. Don’t look so miserable. Such looks could bring the toughest stallion to his knees and bring tears to his eyes. You three have blazing fires of passion roaring in your hearts, and I have no doubt that you will each find that special talent of yours,” the purple unicorn said with a nod and huff of certainty. The fillies perked up, smiling at the stallion before giving him a hug. “Thank you, Mister Miamore,” Applebloom said sweetly. Miamore nodded. “I just couldn’t stand even the thought of you three being so sad… Hm. Girls, could you assist me?” The three looked at the stallion with curiosity. “First of all, Sweetie Belle, is your sister busy?” “I don’t think so…” “Could you ask if I could borrow her lovely boutique?” The white filly nodded before trotting off to find Rarity. She returned within a few moments. “She doesn’t mind but she does want to know why…” “I’ll tell you in a moment. Applebloom, my dear, would you be kind enough to go home and get your siblings and Granny Smith. That’s if she’s not sleeping that is. Hurry on now.” “Yessir,” the yellow filly said before galloping out the door and towards Sweet Apple Acres. Miamore waited until she was out of eye sight. “Okay, you two. I’m throwing a little party. I’ve tried to make sure word didn’t get around…” “Did someone say party?!” A familiar pink pony popped out of nowhere, confetti springing up with her and a noise maker in her mouth. How did she do that? “Please keep it down, Miss Pie. It’s a surprise party for the Apples. You may assist me as well. Now, as I was saying… Scootaloo, I want you to tell everypony about this party. An oral invitation since I decided not to make invitations. Miss Pie, Sweetie Belle, I want you two will help me decorate. I’m hoping Miss Rarity will help as well.” “Of course I will! Anything for you, Miamore,” the beautiful white mare said as she trotted to the group. Miamore smiled at Rarity. “Thank you… Now, Scootaloo, scoot along. I want everyone to be here before the Apples.” The orange pegasus nodded before going off herself. She put on her helmet, hopped on her scooter, and buzzed off to fulfill her task. Miamore walked into the boutique, closing the door. The four other ponies went to work on making the Carousel Boutique a lovely party place. As soon as they were finished with arranging streamers and setting up tables for snacks, a knock came to the door. Miamore answered to see it was Mr. and Mrs. Cake with the twins. They had a wagon of treats, including the pie Miamore had made. Pinkie Pie made punch as Miamore and Mr. Cake set out the treats. Rarity made sure everything was just perfect. Sweetie Belle kept the twins occupied. Miamore smiled as he looked everything over. Now he just needed to retrieve the gifts he'd gotten for the Apples. He excused himself from the group and made his way to his carriage to get the gifts he had bought for the Apples. If only he was able to buy gifts for everypony. Really, he needed to thank them all for their hospitality and for welcoming him into this lovely town. Maybe a few words of thanks would do. Most of his gratitude was due to the Apple family since they let him stay at their farm. The purple unicorn hummed softly as he trotted to the purple and red carriage. Upon the door opening, four wrapped boxes of different sizes hovered out. He really hoped they liked their gifts. It took the stallion almost all day to get as much information about the ponies as he could. He got some shiny new horseshoes for Applejack and Big Macintosh. They were strong for apple bucking. He got a nice purple bow for Applebloom. She looked so adorable with a big bow in her mane and he thought she might like a change of color. He ended up getting Big Mac a second gift. A new plow for tilling up the land. Twilight Sparkle had told him how Applejack wanted to buy him one but was short on bits for such a thing. He understood why too. A new plow could get pretty expensive, depending on the metal it was made with. Miamore bought a steel one, guaranteed to last a lifetime. Now, Granny Smith was the hardest one to find a gift for. He couldn’t possibly get her hip replaced. That was more of a family matter. He really couldn’t figure out what to get her. So he got what a gentleman always got for a lady when he couldn’t think of anything. He bought her flowers, but not just any ordinary flowers. Well, when he bought them from Rose, they were ordinary. Being a unicorn, Miamore did look into different spells. One he found was a way to give flowers eternal life. He hated to see flowers wilt so he wanted them to last forever. That’s when he found that spell. He used that very spell on the variety of flowers he bought for Granny Smith. The stallion really hoped the elderly mare liked them. Along with those gifts, a separate bouquet of roses drifted along. Once the purple unicorn rounded up the gifts, he trotted his way back to the Carousel Boutique. Ponies were already starting to fill the place. “Good evening, everypony,” the stallion said as he came into the building. Everypony turned towards the unicorn, greeted him, and then went back to their conversations. Miamore then located Scootaloo who was a bit tuckered out. “Thank you very much, Scootaloo darling. As a token of my gratitude, here’s a rose.” A single rose separated from the bouquet then landed in the filly’s mane. Scootaloo blushed before galloping off, feeling embarrassed. Miamore chuckled before continuing on his walk. He planned on giving a rose to Rarity, Pinkie, and Sweetie Belle as well. The three also blushed and either galloped away or giggled. The stallion never would fully understand mares. Soon enough, it came time to surprise the Apples. The lights were turned off, everypony huddling to hide. The voices of three of the family could be heard. “I jes’ don’t get it, Applebloom. Why did Mister Miamore want us ta come ta Rarity’s boutique?” Applejack asked. “I… I don’t rightly know. He jes asked me to get you,” Applebloom answered. “I didn’t think ta ask why.” “True. Any mare would follow any directions that stallion gives without askin’ why.” Applejack chuckled a bit. Big Macintosh remained silent as usual. The three –Granny Smith unable to come because of a schedule nap- were soon at the boutique. Applejack opened the door and the three were bombarded by a barrage of confetti and a loud “surprise!” by everypony. Miamore was in front of the whole group, smiling sweetly. Applejack’s hat was scared right off her head. Applebloom ended up behind her big brother. Big Macintosh only went wide-eyed. “Good evening, Apples,” the purple unicorn said charmingly. “Sorry about the sudden scare. I wanted to thank you for the hospitality you’ve shown me.” He pointed towards the big banner that read THANK YOU APPLES. “In truth, I want to thank all of you. This town is just wonderful. I wish there was more I could do to thank you all.” “Oh, please, Mister Miamore. Just a simple thank you is enough from a stallion like you,” Rarity said. “She’s right. We are more than happy to have you here, Miamore,” Twilight added. The remaining of the Elements of Harmony agreed, surrounding the matchmaking stallion. “I am very flattered you all think that. Now, let’s continue with the festivities. Miss Vinyl Scratch, if you please.” The DJ pony nodded before starting the music. As usual, ponies danced and mingled while enjoying the delicious treats that Mr. and Mrs. Cake create. Miamore walked around and made sure everyone was having a good time. It seemed a mare was always at his side too. The longer he stayed here, the more his charm seemed to captivate the mares of this town. Miamore was rather oblivious to this power of his. After a while, Miamore located the three Apples. “I have gifts for you three. Please, come with me.” Applejack and Applebloom happily followed. Big Macintosh just shrugged and went along. Miamore distributed the gifts to each. “I do hope you like them. I tried my best to give you something nice.” “A new bow?! Thank you, Mister Miamore,” sweet Applebloom said, changing her bows. Miamore nodded. “You look so adorable,” Miamore commented. The filly smiled before trotting off to show her friends. The purple unicorn looked to the older Apples. “I hope those will shoes fit. They’re strong so they can last through years of apple bucking.” “They’re perfect. I’ve been needin’ to get new horseshoes. Right, Big Mac?” AJ asked her brother. “Ayup,” the red stallion agreed before opening the second gift Miamore had given him. He blinked at what was concealed within the big box. A new plow. “Someone told me you needed a new one. This plow should help you get your work done much more quickly, and you'll have more time to goof off. You work too much,” Miamore said with a chuckle. Big Mac grinned a bit. This was the nicest gift anypony had ever given him. “I’ll take that as a thank you. I’ll move it to the farm myself. Miss Applejack, would you give these flowers to Granny Smith after the party?” AJ nodded, setting the flowers somewhere she would remember where they were. “Please enjoy the rest of the party.” Big Macintosh went to admiring his gift. Miamore chuckled again before trotting off to get some punch. Then a soft voice met his ears. “Uh, Mister Miamore… Sir… I was wondering… if it was okay with you if… um… if you would like to maybe… dance with me… I mean… Only if you want to… But you look busy… I should just go…” “Miss Fluttershy, my dear. No need to be so shy with me. I’ll gladly have this dance with you,” the stallion answered. Fluttershy smiled before walking with Miamore to where all the ponies were dancing. It wasn’t long after the song was over that Miamore was asked to dance again. This time by Derpy Hooves. She was a fun pegasus. The two had a rather in-depth conversation about muffins. Miamore felt like he had danced with all the mares and fillies of Ponyville. He was exhausted by the end of the party. He personally thanks everypony as they exited the boutique, doing his best to stay awake and look presentable. He stayed behind to clean Rarity’s boutique along with the cutie mark crusaders and the wonderful six mares that welcomed him first as well as Big Macintosh. “My, my. Parties here are quite something, aren’t they? Better than anything I’ve have go on in Canterlot. Miss Pie, you surely are a party expert,” Miamore said as he disposed of the last of rubbish. “Please, call me Pinky. All my friends do,” the pink pony said with a big smile. Miamore nodded, making note of that. “I’m honored to be considered your friend, Miss—Pinky… Well, it seemed everything is restored to where it once was, Miss Rarity. Thank you again for allowing me to have this little party in your boutique.” “It was no problem at all, darling. Anything for you,” Rarity responded with a musical laugh. Miamore laughed along before letting out a yawn, bringing his hoof to his mouth. “Oh dear. Excuse me. Seems I’ve tuckered myself out. Better get moving before I fall asleep.” Miamore’s horn glowed its purple aura, the plow levitated to him, only barely lifting above the ground. It was taking a good bit of energy out of the stallion to use his magic. Without meaning to, Miamore drifted to sleep, the plow softly landing on the ground. “Mister Miamore,” Applebloom said, nudging the stallion. He was out like a light. The group laughed a bit. “I’ll carry the plow,” Twilight said, using her magic. “Could you carry Mister Miamore, Big Mac?” AJ asked her brother. “Ayup,” Big Macintosh said before getting the other stallion onto his back. Miamore snored softly, shifting only a little in his sleep before settling where he was on Big Mac’s back. The Apples, along with Twilight Sparkle, returned to the farm, Princess Luna’s moon giving them enough light to get there. Applejack help Twilight put Big Mac’s new plow away. AppleBloom went to put away Granny Smith’s flowers. And Big Mac put Miamore in his bed. As he pulled the blanket over the purple stallion, Big Mac got a really good look of Miamore. He really was a handsome unicorn. No wonder the mares wanted to dance with him so badly. The matchmaker looked very peaceful as he slept. Not wanting to disturb that tranquility, Big Mac did his best to sneak out the room. The floors creaked a bit but it did not seem to bother the sleeping stallion. As Big Mac made it down the stairs to his little pallet on the floor, he couldn’t help but want to try out his new plow. Miamore didn’t have to get him that plow though. He would have been happy with a simple ‘thank you’ as the others were.
The New ArrivalWith the crowing of a rooster, another day of work started for one of Ponyville’s most eligible stallions. The red farm pony awoke from his slumber with a deep yawn. He shifted out of bed, stretching as his hooves hit to the wooden floor. Once his muscles were fully awake, Big Macintosh put on his yoke then headed out of the room. His sisters were just getting up as well. After a short breakfast, the stallion of the house headed out to see what needed to be done. Something was always needing to be done. Like, fixing a wagon or tilling up the land. Or making deliveries. So, taking a twig of wheat between his teeth, the owner of Sweet Apple Acres started his work. Though, he couldn’t help feeling something was going to happen today. Then again, when doesn’t anything out-of-the-ordinary happen in this town now-a-days? Big Macintosh ignored the feeling and continued on with his work. Meanwhile, just outside of Ponyville, a dazzling red carriage adorned with purple gems was being pulled to the town by two handsome stallions. Everypony became very curious as the carriage neared, kicking up dust as it rolled closer. Once in the town, the carriage smoothly slowed to a stop. The door started to glow a dull purple, obviously by a unicorn's magic touch, and was gradually opened. A purple gentlecolt wearing a dark navy vest soon stepped out that carriage. His mane and tail were purple and red, the carriage he rode in color coordinated to match perfectly. The horn on his head glowed as the door had, but in his grasp this time was a rose. The stallion sniffed the rose before tucking it neatly on to his vest. At the moment, a frown was set on his lips, but as ponies approached, he painted on a smile. He closed the door behind him and dismissed the stallions that pulled his carriage, allowing them to see the town for themselves and maybe make a few friends. Big Mac was out making an apple delivery when he saw the crowding of ponies. He knew something was going to go on today, but the red stallion decided to just keep to his deliveries. It was none of his business. Twilight Sparkle was the first to greet the new pony. “Welcome to Ponyville, Mr. …” “Miamore, my dear,” the purple stallion answered, a smooth Italian accent lacing his words. “Pony Match Maker. Though, currently, I’ma on vacation.” He gave a charming smile that could make any filly swoon. Though he was charming and seemed to be an expert in the ways of love, he himself had no pony to hold. Miamore sighed at the thought but kept his charming act up. He had a reputation to keep. Surely some pony around here knew who he was. “Well…” Twilight blushed a bit as the stallion smiled so charmingly. “Nice to meet you, Miamore. I’m Twilight Sparkle. Please, enjoy your time in Ponyville.” “That I will… This town seems to have its.. charms..” He smiled at the other mares, causing them to giggle. Ugh. I feel so ashamed. Flirting when I don’t have the heart to even be with a mare. Miamore pushed the thought from his mind and trotted through the crowd that had accumulated. It seemed a few of the ponies did know who he was. Especially a white mare with a very lovely purple mane and the cutie mark of three diamonds. Beautiful unicorn, she was. She introduced herself as Rarity and Miamore couldn’t help thinking that was just the perfect name for her. And her sister Sweetie Belle. One of the cutest little fillies Miamore set eyes on. And her friends were just as wonderful. He adored Applebloom’s southern accent. And Scootaloo had an air of daring and awesomeness, even if she couldn’t fly properly. The matchmaker respected that. He went on to meet a darling, shy pegasus named Fluttershy, another pegasus with a wild rainbow mane named Rainbow Dash, Applebloom’s older sister Applejack, he was really loving those accents, and finally he met with a pink pony named Pinkie Pie who instantly said there would be a party just for him. Interesting. But he was already starting to like this town and was glad he chose this to be his vacation spot. He was also lucky he didn’t have paparazzi following him. He'd lost them a long time ago. Really, this trip was just random. It was all spontaneous. So he didn’t even have anywhere to stay for the time being. With great hospitality, Applejack offered him a place to stay at Sweet Apple Acres. He liked the name of the farm. Having no other option at the moment, he agreed. After meeting almost all of Ponyville, the unicorn then followed the orange-colored mare to the home of the Apple family. Or at least part of it. On the way there, Applejack shared a few stories about Ponyville and the farm. To think, he spent most of his time in his office at Canterlot. That was one reason the stallion matchmaker didn’t have a relationship. He was always so busy. Then again he made sure to keep himself that way so he wouldn’t have to worry about a relationship. Well, his own relationship. Once at the farm, Applejack gave a small tour. There he met Granny Smith. She seemed to approve of him but he really wasn’t sure. The old mare had a rather ... unique way of doing things. Before going to the house, Miamore was introduced to the stallion of the house. And what a stallion he was. Big Macintosh was his name. It also made Miamore think why else he was called ‘Big’ besides his size. The larger stallion didn’t speak much though. Their meeting only lasted a moment as the stallion went back to his work. Once his tour was done, Miamore decided to take a walk around Ponyville. He was getting a little peckish.
The Welcome PartyMiamore wasn't exactly sure where he could find something to eat, considering he'd had yet to have a proper tour. But then the most heavenly scent entered his snout. The stallion followed his nose to a cute little bakery called Sugarcube Corner. With such an inviting name, the purple unicorn couldn't help but decide to check it out. Upon entering, he was met by a shout of: "Surprise!" The stallion jumped a bit, taken aback. Yes, Pinkie Pie had told him she was throwing a party, but he didn't know where nor when that would be. Guess he knew now. Pinkie Pie approached Miamore, a big grin on her face. "See? I threw a party to welcome you to Ponyville! Of course, I'd probably throw a party just to do it--" The pink mare went on and on. Miamore just smiled and listened, even if it wasn't all that interesting. Finally, when he was able to sneak away, Miamore went over to the snack table. This is where that delightful scent was coming from. The purple stallion licked his lips before deciding on a cupcake to eat. Simply delicious. He hadn't had a well-baked cupcake in so long. The unicorn usually tried to keep to a diet to keep in-shape. But what the hell, he was on vacation! Nothing wrong with pigging out a little. After liking the sweet icing from his lips, Miamore was approached by Rarity once more. She smiled sweetly at him. "Hello, Mr. Miamore," she greeted him, making the male chuckle. "Please, dear. Just call me Miamore," the purple unicorn said, keeping that charming smile. Rarity giggled a little. "Miamore... I just thought you could use a little company. And don't worry, I won't bore you like Pinkie Pie. Poor darling doesn't know when to keep quiet." "True. But I do enjoy her cheerfulness; not a great deal of that in Canterlot. All of them are stuck up. Well... Not all of them." Miamore recalled a handsome young colt he'd met. Poor thing had been heartbroken and came begging Miamore for help. Sweetest colt he'd ever met. The purple unicorn even believed he'd been falling for the colt. It was not to be, though. Miamore'd had a great sense of love. He could tell that they weren't compatible. The unicorn had found that colt a nice mare just as sweet as he. Miamore remembered that wedding fondly. He was snapped from his thoughts as Rarity spoke again. "Really? Wait until you've been around her long enough! Then you'll start begging to go back to Canterlot." The two shared a laugh; though, Miamore doubted that. It wasn't that he disliked his home, he was used to being around those types. There was just... something about this little town. Something that felt ... right. Miamore and Rarity spoke for a little while longer until the purple unicorn was requested to dance. From there, he joined in with the fun that seemed to grow naturally within the colorful atmosphere the pink pony had created. The newcomer was rather thankful Pinkie Pie threw him this party. He felt welcomed and he was glad no pony was asking him for love advice. At least, they weren't yet. He had made it clear he was on vacation. Maybe they were kind enough not to bother him with work. The party lasted until the sun started to set. Then everypony started back to their own homes. Miamore offered to help clean up but the Cakes, the owners of Sugarcube Corner, politely declined him and suggested he get some rest. He had come a long way and traveling was always tiring. Miamore made the walk back to Sweet Apple Acres, not too long after Applejack got there. He caught up with the orange pony, wondering where he would be staying. She told the purple unicorn that Big Mac had offered up his room for the matchmaker to sleep in. "What a kind thing to do... I would have just taken the guest room. He needn't do that," Miamore said. Applejack shook her head. "You are our guest. Big Mac is more than happy to let you stay in his room. Plus, the only guest space we got is the floor," AJ said. Miamore nodded. They were being so hospitable to him. How could he really decline? Plus, the purple stallion didn't want to offend the Apple family. Nor did he want to sleep on the floor. Once inside, Miamore had another brief meeting with the ever so quiet Big Mac. He said a quick goodnight to the Apple family, thanking the larger stallion for letting him stay in his room for the night. "Eeyup," was the answer the unicorn received from the earth pony. Miamore couldn't help but think that was rather charming. A different charming from his own, fake, charming. After chuckling to himself, Miamore went into the room and settled into the big red stallion's bed. It smelled like apples and bit like sweat. Must be from all that working in the orchard. Miamore quite liked it. Living in the city, the scents he experienced weren’t anything like this. As he laid there, Miamore reflected on his day. The first half was just traveling in that carriage of his. Then he'd arrived here and his life had seemed to just cheer up. He wished he knew why, but really ... why should he question it?
Taking NoticeBig Macintosh had made a pallet of blankets and hay in the living room of their home after their houseguest went to settle in his room. The red earth pony didn’t know why the purple unicorn could not just sleep on a pallet. His sister insisted the unicorn sleep in a bed, though. And AJ had this weird look in her eyes when she spoke about the purple pony. Big Mac just couldn’t figure out what it was. Lust maybe? What was so great about Miamore? And it wasn’t just his sister either. Everypony seemed to be taken by this new arrival. The stallion noticed this as he was finishing up his deliveries today. Big Mac didn’t think much about Miamore. Then again, the few times they have met weren’t much to go on. Once he was satisfied with the hay pallet, Big Mac removed his yoke, leaning it on the nearby wall, and then settled down for sleep. His slumber was a little rough. The pallet wasn’t very comfortable. But Big Mac was accustom to aches. He was a work pony. Used to hauling heavy loads, dragging along an old plow, and bucking trees of their stubborn fruit. In the morning, the red stallion was a bit stiff, but nothing a little stretching couldn't help. As the rooster crowed, Big Macintosh heard a loud thud from above. Curious, the stallion of the house went to investigate. He found his sisters and granny at the door of his room once he was at the top of the stairs. Applejack knocked on the wooden barrier. “You okay, Mister Miamore?” The element of honesty asked. Hurried shuffling of papers could be heard, which made Big Mac a little nervous. The stallion had certain magazines hidden beneath his bed. After the paper-sounds stopped, Miamore came to the door, smiling sweetly at the Apple family. His mane and tail were different from yesterday. His hair was poofy like Pinkie Pie’s but more unkempt with many stray hairs here and there. “Yes, yes. I’m perfectly fine. I was just a little startled. I’m used to Lovestruck, my canary, waking me up, singing a sweet song. Not… whatever that was,” Miamore said, shaking his head. “I see. Would ya like to join us for breakfast?” “Thank you for the offer, but I will have to decline. As you can see, my hair is an absolute mess and I must tame it. Which means I have to go to my carriage, as much as I dread to do so in this horrid condition. I suspect Miss Rarity could assist me ... May I stay here another night?” “Sure, Big Mac doesn’t mind,” Applebloom chimed in. She liked Miamore as much as her sister did. Miamore smiled at the small filly. The other Apples didn’t seem to have any objections. Big Mac got a look from his sister so he decided not to say anything. Though, he did wish he could have his bed back. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way,” the unicorn said before making his exit, trying to flatten his poof of hair. Big Mac watched Miamore go to the stairs. He hadn’t realized he was actually staring at Miamore’s flank until the purple pony was out of sight. The red stallion shook his head, not thinking much of it. Caramel would probably fuss at him for staring at another pony’s flank if he had known. Once the unicorn was gone, Big Macintosh and his family went downstairs for a meal of hay and apples then it was time for work. Miamore was sneaking through town, going from bush to bush. He may not have been as snooty as most ponies that resided in Canterlot but he did care about his appearance. The purple unicorn didn’t want anypony to see him the way he was. Pinkie Pie might have looked good with the poofy hairdo, but it just wasn’t right for Miamore. The unicorn was able to make it all the way to his purple and red carriage without being spotted. Well, it was a bit early in the morning. Not many ponies were awake. Thank goodness for that. Miamore slipped into his plush carriage where his entire load of luggage was kept. Well, it his possessions only consisted of three bags. Two were full of clothes and the other was stuffed with grooming products. Before he could go to Rarity’s, Miamore went through his clothes. He was still been wearing the vest he’d had on yesterday. The rose was no longer there though. Maybe he'd lost it somewhere along the way. It took Miamore an hour and a half to pick out what he wanted to wear. Once he was satisfied, he changed then grasped the bag of grooming products with a grip of magic. The bag floated behind him as the purple stallion once more went from cover to cover as he made his way to Rarity’s boutique. The unicorn hid behind a sign as he knocked on the door, hoping Rarity was awake. And he really hoped she was willing to help him. They had really hit it off last night and did consider her as a friend, of sorts. “Hello,” Rarity said as she answered the door. Then she spotted Miamore. At least she believed it was him. His hair was a wild swirl of purple and red but she was positive it was Miamore. “I’m very sorry for bothering you but I’m in need of your assistance,” Miamore said, feeling a little embarrassed. “I see... Please, come in.” Miamore nodded before slipping pass the white mare. “I usually have my private hairstylist handle this rat’s nest, but I didn’t want to drag him with me. You know, let him have a break. I guess I was just hoping there would be someone experienced in mane and tail styling, since I came here on a whim. I can’t really style my own hair. I’ve tried, but it always comes out wrong. I’m not sure why. But you definitely look like you know a thing or two about maintaining one’s looks… I’ll deal with my hooves myself. I’d rather do my own pedicure,” he said as he walked into the Carousel Boutique. He was greeted by a white cat wearing a purple bow. Opalescence rubbed against his leg, purring. “I’ll be more than happy to help you, Miamore. I do understand the high maintenance of keeping one’s appearance up.” “Thank you very much, Miss Rarity. Now, there’s a certain procedure Slick Trim, my stylist, goes through to perfect my mane and tail. First is to wash my mane twice with this herbal shampoo.” Miamore opened his pack and pulled out an unlabeled bottle. It was a homemade mixture specially concocted for his mane. After that, he also laid out the other supplies needed to groom him. “While wet, run the hard-bristle brush through the tangles. After doing so, my mane must be soaked in my conditioner for at least fifteen minutes. Rinse then brush through again with the hard-bristle brush. Use my hair dryer on a low setting while brushing with the soft-bristle brush, making sure to part my mane. Then there’s the matter of my tail. One wash with shampoo then two ten-minute soaks in conditioner, brushing in-between each soak. Hard-bristle brush. Again, low setting while drying. Use the round brush to wave the hair, using the hairspray to keep it in place and give it that special sheen. I know it seems like a lot but it’s the only way to control this… mess…” Rarity blinked. He just had to make himself look perfect. Reminded her of Prince Bloodblue except Miamore wasn’t as snooty as the prince. The white mare decided she would help the stallion since he was her new friend and was much more charming than Blueblood. “It’s alright, dear. It’s expected of a Canterlot pony like yourself to look absolutely perfect.” “Yes, yes.. I’m just amazed how a pegasus can do all that.” “Slick Trim?” “Yes. Amazing pony, he is. As soon as he could fly correctly, he started studying the art of hairstyling. Said he wanted to make everypony look perfect. And he’s very serious about his work. To think I met him in a club… But that’s a story for another time.” Rarity nodded then gestured for the stallion to take a seat. Then the white mare got started on taming the beast that was Miamore’s mane and tail. She followed Miamore instructions to the letter, wanting him to look absolutely fabulous. While his mane was being tended to, Miamore filed and shined his black hooves. An hour later, Miamore was looking as charming as ever. “You are a life saver, Miss Rarity,” Miamore said as he admired the hard work in the mirror, packing all his grooming supplies back into the bag. He then faced the white mare before sweetly kissing her cheek. “Thank you.” A dark blush formed on Rarity’s cheeks. Miamore smiled before getting his bag and making his exit. Hopefully she didn’t take that as any more than a friendly gesture of thanks. He had a strange effect on those that surrounded him. It wasn’t only his good looks. He had a certain aura about him. One of love and appeal. It was like an extent on his magic that he couldn’t control. Ponies would fall for him in most cases. Or just want him in their beds. He hated that about himself, but just went on with his life. So far he'd found no way of stopping it. And it wasn’t all that bad sometimes; he could make friends quickly. It was also how he could tell two ponies were perfect for each other. Anyway, Miamore put his bag back in his carriage. Now what was he going to do today? He had made no real plans. This town had to have more to offer. Then Miamore got an idea. He needed to thank the Apples for their hospitality. He should make it a surprise. Maybe he could socialize and figure what he could do. Miamore nodded to himself before stepping out of his carriage and setting out to his mission. Big Macintosh was in town pulling a bushel of apples in a cart at his slow gait. With him was Caramel, who was delivering things usually used for baking such as baking powder and sugar. Both were headed to the same place: Sugarcube Corner. “Hey, Big Mac,” Caramel said, getting his companion’s attention. “Hm?” Big Macintosh questioned. “What do you think of that fancy pony?” Big Mac shrugged. “Nothing to say about him?” “Nnope.” “I think he’s kind of… cute… And his name is sort of exotic. Miamore. Just rolls off the tongue. Everypony is talking about him. How charming he is and how he doesn’t act all snooty. Maybe I should—“ Big Mac stopped in his tracks and looked at the colt when he heard the thud of crates hitting the ground. The tan pony had managed to trip on his own hooves, landing face first in the ground with his hindquarters in the air. The cart kept him held up like that. The red stallion shook his head, sighing, and then unhooked himself from his cart to help Caramel. After Caramel and readjusted and everything that hadn’t broken was loaded up on the cart, the two resumed their walking. “Sorry about that,” Caramel apologized, a soft blush on his cheeks. “I’m so clumsy.” “Eeyup,” Big Mac agreed. The two became silent as they trotted along. The larger stallion’s ear twitched as he heard the tan colt beside him gasp softly. “Look. There’s Miamore,” Caramel said, nodding towards the opening door of Sugarcube Corner. Miamore was just walking out of the place of sweets, Mrs. Cake behind him. The pair shared a few words, Miamore chuckling at some unheard joke or amusing words. Then the door was closed and Miamore seemed pretty pleased with himself about something. The smiling purple unicorn then looked around. It was then that he and Big Mac locked gazes. Miamore’s amethyst eyes got as wide as saucers before he galloped off as if he had just seen a ghost. What was that all about? Big Mac looked around, making sure there was nothing frightening around him. Did Miamore run because of him? “He must be in a hurry,” Caramel reasoned aloud, interrupting Big Mac’s train of thought. “Eeyup,” the red stallion said, pushing away the slight irritation he felt. He had no reason to be frustrated at the purple stallion. Still, what made him run off like that? The two ponies finished their delivery after which Big Mac returned home to see what other work needed to be done. While walking about, the farmer tried to figure why exactly Miamore ran. Did the other dislike him? Or was it because… Oh no… Miamore knew about Big Mac’s magazines. Maybe Miamore was embarrassed. Or disgusted since those magazines contained explicit pictures of one-hundred-percent colt on colt action? Then why did the pony ask to stay another night? It was just down right puzzling.
Thank You ApplesAfter rounding the corner, Miamore slid to a stop, panting as he leaned against the nearest well. Miamore had been running around all day to get a little information about the Apples. He planned to have a little party thrown for them, and had even gotten a few gifts for them. The purple unicorn wanted to surprise the little family with all this, in hopes they would see his appreciation to them for letting him stay with them. He felt he had almost been caught when he saw Big Macintosh. The purple stallion had been at Sugarcube Corner learning how to bake a pie. He felt it would be more special if he baked an apple pie himself. And as he stepped out, he saw Big Macintosh and some tan colt. Miamore probably came off as rude though. The unicorn mentally slapped himself. What reason did he have to run? How would Big Mac find out he was throwing a party? Then again, Miamore was never good at keeping certain things secret. Only little things, like parties. He always got a twitch in his right eye. The purple stallion sighed, finally catching his breath. It was probably for the best that he ran. Wouldn’t want the secret to be out. Once the unicorn caught his breath, he trotted down the road. He was heading to Rarity’s for the second time today. Her place was the closest thing to home here so he enjoyed her company. Plus, maybe she could provide a place to have the party he wanted to throw. Not that he had a problem with Sugarcube Corner. He just thought it would be nice to have a change of location with the party. It seemed most of the parties around here were thrown at the cake shop. Miamore knocked on the door before going through a check-over of his appearance. Luckily, his hair stayed in place with all the products that was used on it. He was a little sweaty but he didn’t give off an odor. The stallion stretched a little before the door was opened. Miamore smiled at the three little fillies that answered the door. “Well, good afternoon… And what are the Cutie Mark Crusaders up to today?” He asked the three cute fillies. The three beamed at him. “Good afternoon, Mister Miamore,” the trio said simultaneously. “We were just trying to figure out what else we could do to get our cutie marks,” Sweetie Belle added, answering the stallion’s question. “We’ve tried so much, it’s hard to figure out what else is out there,” Scootaloo said, giving a look of downheartedness as the other two followed suit. Miamore’s heart dropped at the sight. He didn’t think he could ever feel more depressed than he normally was. And he was usually able to hide his depression. The sad fillies made him frown. He wanted to scoop all three of them up and nuzzle them until they smiled. “Come now, my little ponies. Don’t look so miserable. Such looks could bring the toughest stallion to his knees and bring tears to his eyes. You three have blazing fires of passion roaring in your hearts, and I have no doubt that you will each find that special talent of yours,” the purple unicorn said with a nod and huff of certainty. The fillies perked up, smiling at the stallion before giving him a hug. “Thank you, Mister Miamore,” Applebloom said sweetly. Miamore nodded. “I just couldn’t stand even the thought of you three being so sad… Hm. Girls, could you assist me?” The three looked at the stallion with curiosity. “First of all, Sweetie Belle, is your sister busy?” “I don’t think so…” “Could you ask if I could borrow her lovely boutique?” The white filly nodded before trotting off to find Rarity. She returned within a few moments. “She doesn’t mind but she does want to know why…” “I’ll tell you in a moment. Applebloom, my dear, would you be kind enough to go home and get your siblings and Granny Smith. That’s if she’s not sleeping that is. Hurry on now.” “Yessir,” the yellow filly said before galloping out the door and towards Sweet Apple Acres. Miamore waited until she was out of eye sight. “Okay, you two. I’m throwing a little party. I’ve tried to make sure word didn’t get around…” “Did someone say party?!” A familiar pink pony popped out of nowhere, confetti springing up with her and a noise maker in her mouth. How did she do that? “Please keep it down, Miss Pie. It’s a surprise party for the Apples. You may assist me as well. Now, as I was saying… Scootaloo, I want you to tell everypony about this party. An oral invitation since I decided not to make invitations. Miss Pie, Sweetie Belle, I want you two will help me decorate. I’m hoping Miss Rarity will help as well.” “Of course I will! Anything for you, Miamore,” the beautiful white mare said as she trotted to the group. Miamore smiled at Rarity. “Thank you… Now, Scootaloo, scoot along. I want everyone to be here before the Apples.” The orange pegasus nodded before going off herself. She put on her helmet, hopped on her scooter, and buzzed off to fulfill her task. Miamore walked into the boutique, closing the door. The four other ponies went to work on making the Carousel Boutique a lovely party place. As soon as they were finished with arranging streamers and setting up tables for snacks, a knock came to the door. Miamore answered to see it was Mr. and Mrs. Cake with the twins. They had a wagon of treats, including the pie Miamore had made. Pinkie Pie made punch as Miamore and Mr. Cake set out the treats. Rarity made sure everything was just perfect. Sweetie Belle kept the twins occupied. Miamore smiled as he looked everything over. Now he just needed to retrieve the gifts he'd gotten for the Apples. He excused himself from the group and made his way to his carriage to get the gifts he had bought for the Apples. If only he was able to buy gifts for everypony. Really, he needed to thank them all for their hospitality and for welcoming him into this lovely town. Maybe a few words of thanks would do. Most of his gratitude was due to the Apple family since they let him stay at their farm. The purple unicorn hummed softly as he trotted to the purple and red carriage. Upon the door opening, four wrapped boxes of different sizes hovered out. He really hoped they liked their gifts. It took the stallion almost all day to get as much information about the ponies as he could. He got some shiny new horseshoes for Applejack and Big Macintosh. They were strong for apple bucking. He got a nice purple bow for Applebloom. She looked so adorable with a big bow in her mane and he thought she might like a change of color. He ended up getting Big Mac a second gift. A new plow for tilling up the land. Twilight Sparkle had told him how Applejack wanted to buy him one but was short on bits for such a thing. He understood why too. A new plow could get pretty expensive, depending on the metal it was made with. Miamore bought a steel one, guaranteed to last a lifetime. Now, Granny Smith was the hardest one to find a gift for. He couldn’t possibly get her hip replaced. That was more of a family matter. He really couldn’t figure out what to get her. So he got what a gentleman always got for a lady when he couldn’t think of anything. He bought her flowers, but not just any ordinary flowers. Well, when he bought them from Rose, they were ordinary. Being a unicorn, Miamore did look into different spells. One he found was a way to give flowers eternal life. He hated to see flowers wilt so he wanted them to last forever. That’s when he found that spell. He used that very spell on the variety of flowers he bought for Granny Smith. The stallion really hoped the elderly mare liked them. Along with those gifts, a separate bouquet of roses drifted along. Once the purple unicorn rounded up the gifts, he trotted his way back to the Carousel Boutique. Ponies were already starting to fill the place. “Good evening, everypony,” the stallion said as he came into the building. Everypony turned towards the unicorn, greeted him, and then went back to their conversations. Miamore then located Scootaloo who was a bit tuckered out. “Thank you very much, Scootaloo darling. As a token of my gratitude, here’s a rose.” A single rose separated from the bouquet then landed in the filly’s mane. Scootaloo blushed before galloping off, feeling embarrassed. Miamore chuckled before continuing on his walk. He planned on giving a rose to Rarity, Pinkie, and Sweetie Belle as well. The three also blushed and either galloped away or giggled. The stallion never would fully understand mares. Soon enough, it came time to surprise the Apples. The lights were turned off, everypony huddling to hide. The voices of three of the family could be heard. “I jes’ don’t get it, Applebloom. Why did Mister Miamore want us ta come ta Rarity’s boutique?” Applejack asked. “I… I don’t rightly know. He jes asked me to get you,” Applebloom answered. “I didn’t think ta ask why.” “True. Any mare would follow any directions that stallion gives without askin’ why.” Applejack chuckled a bit. Big Macintosh remained silent as usual. The three –Granny Smith unable to come because of a schedule nap- were soon at the boutique. Applejack opened the door and the three were bombarded by a barrage of confetti and a loud “surprise!” by everypony. Miamore was in front of the whole group, smiling sweetly. Applejack’s hat was scared right off her head. Applebloom ended up behind her big brother. Big Macintosh only went wide-eyed. “Good evening, Apples,” the purple unicorn said charmingly. “Sorry about the sudden scare. I wanted to thank you for the hospitality you’ve shown me.” He pointed towards the big banner that read THANK YOU APPLES. “In truth, I want to thank all of you. This town is just wonderful. I wish there was more I could do to thank you all.” “Oh, please, Mister Miamore. Just a simple thank you is enough from a stallion like you,” Rarity said. “She’s right. We are more than happy to have you here, Miamore,” Twilight added. The remaining of the Elements of Harmony agreed, surrounding the matchmaking stallion. “I am very flattered you all think that. Now, let’s continue with the festivities. Miss Vinyl Scratch, if you please.” The DJ pony nodded before starting the music. As usual, ponies danced and mingled while enjoying the delicious treats that Mr. and Mrs. Cake create. Miamore walked around and made sure everyone was having a good time. It seemed a mare was always at his side too. The longer he stayed here, the more his charm seemed to captivate the mares of this town. Miamore was rather oblivious to this power of his. After a while, Miamore located the three Apples. “I have gifts for you three. Please, come with me.” Applejack and Applebloom happily followed. Big Macintosh just shrugged and went along. Miamore distributed the gifts to each. “I do hope you like them. I tried my best to give you something nice.” “A new bow?! Thank you, Mister Miamore,” sweet Applebloom said, changing her bows. Miamore nodded. “You look so adorable,” Miamore commented. The filly smiled before trotting off to show her friends. The purple unicorn looked to the older Apples. “I hope those will shoes fit. They’re strong so they can last through years of apple bucking.” “They’re perfect. I’ve been needin’ to get new horseshoes. Right, Big Mac?” AJ asked her brother. “Ayup,” the red stallion agreed before opening the second gift Miamore had given him. He blinked at what was concealed within the big box. A new plow. “Someone told me you needed a new one. This plow should help you get your work done much more quickly, and you'll have more time to goof off. You work too much,” Miamore said with a chuckle. Big Mac grinned a bit. This was the nicest gift anypony had ever given him. “I’ll take that as a thank you. I’ll move it to the farm myself. Miss Applejack, would you give these flowers to Granny Smith after the party?” AJ nodded, setting the flowers somewhere she would remember where they were. “Please enjoy the rest of the party.” Big Macintosh went to admiring his gift. Miamore chuckled again before trotting off to get some punch. Then a soft voice met his ears. “Uh, Mister Miamore… Sir… I was wondering… if it was okay with you if… um… if you would like to maybe… dance with me… I mean… Only if you want to… But you look busy… I should just go…” “Miss Fluttershy, my dear. No need to be so shy with me. I’ll gladly have this dance with you,” the stallion answered. Fluttershy smiled before walking with Miamore to where all the ponies were dancing. It wasn’t long after the song was over that Miamore was asked to dance again. This time by Derpy Hooves. She was a fun pegasus. The two had a rather in-depth conversation about muffins. Miamore felt like he had danced with all the mares and fillies of Ponyville. He was exhausted by the end of the party. He personally thanks everypony as they exited the boutique, doing his best to stay awake and look presentable. He stayed behind to clean Rarity’s boutique along with the cutie mark crusaders and the wonderful six mares that welcomed him first as well as Big Macintosh. “My, my. Parties here are quite something, aren’t they? Better than anything I’ve have go on in Canterlot. Miss Pie, you surely are a party expert,” Miamore said as he disposed of the last of rubbish. “Please, call me Pinky. All my friends do,” the pink pony said with a big smile. Miamore nodded, making note of that. “I’m honored to be considered your friend, Miss—Pinky… Well, it seemed everything is restored to where it once was, Miss Rarity. Thank you again for allowing me to have this little party in your boutique.” “It was no problem at all, darling. Anything for you,” Rarity responded with a musical laugh. Miamore laughed along before letting out a yawn, bringing his hoof to his mouth. “Oh dear. Excuse me. Seems I’ve tuckered myself out. Better get moving before I fall asleep.” Miamore’s horn glowed its purple aura, the plow levitated to him, only barely lifting above the ground. It was taking a good bit of energy out of the stallion to use his magic. Without meaning to, Miamore drifted to sleep, the plow softly landing on the ground. “Mister Miamore,” Applebloom said, nudging the stallion. He was out like a light. The group laughed a bit. “I’ll carry the plow,” Twilight said, using her magic. “Could you carry Mister Miamore, Big Mac?” AJ asked her brother. “Ayup,” Big Macintosh said before getting the other stallion onto his back. Miamore snored softly, shifting only a little in his sleep before settling where he was on Big Mac’s back. The Apples, along with Twilight Sparkle, returned to the farm, Princess Luna’s moon giving them enough light to get there. Applejack help Twilight put Big Mac’s new plow away. AppleBloom went to put away Granny Smith’s flowers. And Big Mac put Miamore in his bed. As he pulled the blanket over the purple stallion, Big Mac got a really good look of Miamore. He really was a handsome unicorn. No wonder the mares wanted to dance with him so badly. The matchmaker looked very peaceful as he slept. Not wanting to disturb that tranquility, Big Mac did his best to sneak out the room. The floors creaked a bit but it did not seem to bother the sleeping stallion. As Big Mac made it down the stairs to his little pallet on the floor, he couldn’t help but want to try out his new plow. Miamore didn’t have to get him that plow though. He would have been happy with a simple ‘thank you’ as the others were.
