Rarity’s friends have noticed that she smells an awful lot like apples lately and want in on it.

Cover art by the inimitable White Diamonds.

There is now a Spanish translation of this story, courtesy of Spaniard Kiwi

Will you go out with me?

Rainbow Dash wants to ask Applejack to go out with her. The problem is that every pony seems to know her feelings EXCEPT Applejack. She enlists the help of her friends. Luckily they have their own ideas as to how to confess.

Warning: Get ready for a lot of face hoofs.

When Twilight's latest magical experiment backfires, she and her friends are left in positions where they get to know each other more in ways they never intended.

It's Hearts and Hooves Day and once again Applejack finds herself uninterested in the festivities. This year, however, Applejack is shocked to hear a strange voice "in the sky" that narrates her life and is pressuring her into romantic feelings for Rarity. Applejack is at the mercy of this unknown source as she is pulled to carousel boutique to seal her fate with Rarity in one sweet simple kiss.

Twilight receives an invitation from Cadance to the Hearts and Hooves Day Gala, but is confused when she realized that Cadance thinks she already has a special somepony in her life.

Celestia receives a similar invitation, but is more confused at Twilight’s confusion. They were already dating weren’t they?

A Twilestia story if you did not get that already.

Twilight can't stop thinking about that guitar player with no defining personality traits she met at Canterlot high, so she decides there is only one course of action.

Calling on her CHS friends for help, she arranges a covert late night rendezvous.

Flash Sentry is a guitar playing popular high school student by day, but by night he delivers pizzas for a pair of hucksters. No delivery is too tough, but this time he might have bitten off more than he can chew.

There is a sex tag, but worry not. I can't write smut to save my life, so there's none to be found here. Sex tag is merely for suggestive situations and vague descriptions of dirty magazines.

Oh my LORD! I don't know WHY I wrote this travesty. It's nearly 3AM as I prepare to publish this....this THING. There are people upon who's influence I could blame this abomination, but I shan't name them here.

Chalk this one up to lack of sleep and new job nerves and please, dear readers please, forgive me.