MLP: Harmony's New Dawn

Applebuck Season

At Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack and her big brother, Big Mac, stood side by side, gazing over the vast apple orchard with a sense of quiet pride. Big Mac shifted slightly, the cast around his side a reminder of his recent accident. His great amaranth coat gleamed in the sunlight, and his moderate sap green eyes reflected the warm glow of the orchard. His brilliant orange mane and tail, rough yet well-kept, matched the autumn colors around them. Light yellowish-gray hooves stood firmly on the ground, and his cutie mark, a green apple core.

Applejack: Boy howdy! I got my work cut out for me. That there is the biggest bumper crop o' apples I ever laid eyes on.

Big McIntosh: Eeyup. Too big for you to handle on your own.

Applejack: Come on, big brother! You need to rest up and get yourself better. I haven't met an apple orchard yet that I can't handle. Oops, sorry. I'll take a bite out of this job by day's end.

Big McIntosh: Biting off more than you can chew is just what I'm afraid of.

Applejack: Are you sayin' my mouth is makin' promises my legs can't keep?

Big McIntosh: Eeyup.

Applejack: Why of all the... This is your sister Applejack, remember? The loyalest of friends and the most dependable of ponies?

Big McIntosh: But still only one pony, and one pony plus hundreds o' apple trees just doesn't add up to—

Applejack: Don't you use your fancy mathematics to muddy the issue! I said I could handle this harvest and I'm gonna prove it to you! I'm gonna get every last apple out of those trees this applebuck season all by myself!

ig Mac cast a worried glance back at Applejack, watching as she took a deep breath, sizing up the seemingly endless rows of apple trees before her. He sighed, knowing the sheer number of trees she'd have to buck on her own while he was out of commission. With a heavy heart, he turned and started to walk away, muttering to himself.

Big Mac: "She's gonna get herself hurt if she keeps pushin' like this. Reckon I'd best have a word with Y/n 'fore things get worse."

Big Mac's voice held a note of determination as he headed off, intent on finding Y/n. If anyone could help lighten Applejack's load—and keep her from working herself into exhaustion—it'd be him.

Y/n carefully stitched the last few details, his hoof moving skillfully as he secured the final threads. Stepping back, he admired the outfit—a stunning blend of colors and fabrics that captured both elegance and charm, tailored perfectly to his client's vision. With a satisfied smile, he adjusted the outfit one last time on the mannequin, ensuring every fold and seam was flawless.

Y/n carefully removed the outfit from the mannequin, folding it with precision before presenting it to his client with a warm smile.

Y/n: "Here you go, miss. I hope it's everything you imagined."

The client's eyes lit up as she took the outfit from his hooves, running a hoof over the fabric with evident admiration.

Client: "Thank you, Y/n! This is perfect—better than I'd hoped! You really have a gift."

Y/n chuckled a hint of pride in his smile.

Y/n: "I'm glad you like it. Enjoy, and let me know if you ever need anything else."

As Y/n folded fabrics and tidied his workspace, he heard the steady sound of hooves approaching his shop. The rhythmic clip-clop grew louder, and he glanced toward the entrance just as a familiar figure stepped inside.

It was Big Mac, his usual stoic expression softened by a look of mild concern. His cast was still visible, a reminder of his recent injury, and he carried himself a bit gingerly. Y/n paused, sensing something important was on Big Mac's mind.