Pronoia: believing the world is conspiring in your favor
Paranoia: believing the world is conspiring against you

As a former member of Canterlot's elite law enforcement team, Twilight Sparkle is used to a certain level of responsibility. However, her years of experience are rendered useless by her sudden and unwanted transfer to the sleepy little town of Ponyville. With no other option, she chooses to give into the monotony.

But this all changes when a grisly murder shocks the entire town. As the only member of Ponyville's police force equipped to deal with this sort of thing, Twilight welcomes her first real case in over two years. But she quickly realizes that there is more to this murder than meets the eye. It seems Twilight's past has followed her to Ponyville.

With the help of her loyal assistant Spike, a series of strange clues, and some cryptic notes, Twilight tries to figure out the identity of the pony or ponies who have wrapped her up in their bizarre game.

This story is a sequel to Frame by Frame: A Detective Rarity Mystery

The crime? Blackmail.

The crime scene? Two hundred meters off the ground.

The culprit?

Rarity had better find them quickly if she wants to keep her own secrets safe.

This story contains major spoilers for Who-Dunce-It?.

Sunset Shimmer is dead.

A piece of evidence points to one of the girls being the killer.

It's up to Rarity to figure out who.

Proofread by Undome Tinwe.

Written for the Sunset Shipping Contest: Endings.

"...a most engrossing mystery." - FanOfMostEverything

"Excellent character work with Rarity." - PresentPerfect

The diaries kept by the citizens of Ponyville tell a dark tale, a tale of mistrust and of murder, of the time when a mysterious mare was discovered near the Everfree Forest with no memory of who she was or where she came from... and proceeded to bring chaos to the once peaceful town.

Crossover with 'Town of Salem', playing the game or having any prior knowledge of it is not require to read and understand this story.

Shining Armor goes to sleep one night and wakes up in the future, having been resurrected by his wife Princess Cadance for the fourth time. All of his memories of the past century are missing, and his kingdom is nearly unrecognizable.

As Shining struggles to make sense of the new world around him, he begins to suspect there's more to the story he isn't being told...

Written for The Writeoff Association's "All the Time in the World" contest.

Rarity has a new coltfriend, and she couldn't be happier, but she isn't sure what to do if their next date proves more... intimate than the last. She seeks guidance from all of her friends, but the best advice comes from a most unexpected source.

This story is a sequel to Who-dunce-it?

The crime? Burglary. The stolen goods? Nothing—or so the obscenely wealthy Duchess Clearglass claims. The culprit?

Well, that's Rarity's job. Whether she wants it to be or not.

Reading the previous story is not necessary to enjoy this one, but will provide additional context.

This story is a sequel to Clear as Blood: A Detective Rarity Mystery

The crime? Murder.

The suspect? Our client.

The culprit?

That would be a lot easier to determine if they'd just let Rarity do her job.

Reading the previous stories is not necessary to enjoy this one, but will provide additional context.

Special thanks to ChudoJogurt for editing and advice. Detective Rarity vector by MPnoir.

The crime? Murder.
The victim? Prince Blueblood.
The culprit?

Well, that one's Rarity's job.
 
 

Take heed! There be spoilers in the comments!
An ex-entry into Aragon's Comedy is Serious Business contest which sadly grew too far beyond the word limit to submit. Be sure to check out the actual entries here!

Inspired by Incubus' song 'Here In My Room.'

Soarin' throws a forced formal party to impress the noble ponies of Canterlot, and hates every minute of it. But when the rainbow-maned mare he's longed to see once again arrives unannounced, he'll be treated to a night he'll not soon forget.

WARNING: There are suggestive and some adult themes in this story, but it's not what I would consider a straight up 'clopfic.' I'll leave it to your own imagination when you reach that point.