Applejack and Matte Palette were best friends when they were younger. Like her, the poor colt doesn’t seem to have much in common with kids his own gender, so they formed an unlikely duo. The two were inseparable, right up until Applejack moved to live with the Orange side of her family, and the childhood friends fail to keep in touch.

But time passes, and Applejack returns to Ponyville. Her biggest hope is to pick up where she left off, and that includes her friendship with Matte Palette. Something seems different about him, though.

Written as a birthday present for Dessert, who also did the cover art. More of their art can be found here

This oneshot's been sitting in my gDocs limbo far too long. So with some more tweaks, I decided to finally publish it. Enjoy!

Apparently, Agent Fluffy did a read of this fic a year ago. I guess I'm a little late to the party, but it's worth linking nontheless.

Many thanks to people from School for New Writers and its Discord channel for proofing and prereading!

Applejack knows it's been ages since her parents died, but she still harbors hidden feelings about it. She tries to keep it all in, but can't help herself from shedding a few tears now and then.

A short holiday fic! Rarity and Applejack are in an established relationship.

Cover art by me
Proofread by Krickis

(Sweetie Belle is also in this story but she couldn't fit on the tags, lol)

Hearts and Hooves... Oops, Valentines day is a day away and Applejack has plans for hers and Rarity's first Valentines day together. Hopefully the weather doesn't put a damper on the fields or Rarity's health.

Applejack and Rarity discuss a little secret they're keeping between them, and a few plans for the future.

The fourth SYNCHRONY oneshot in the same continuity as Synchrony and Oathmaker.

A very short Rarijack story based upon the Cover Art Picture Image

Rarity reads a romance novel that has a small twist on her expectations. This spirals out of control and she finds herself fixated on Applejack, of all ponies.

Is the book to blame, or is it something else?

Applejack is a simple farmer, Rarity is a complex and up-and-coming fashionista; two very different personalities and two very different lifestyles. So different that they had very little contact or interaction with one another until a certain lavender unicorn came to town and six near strangers became the best of friends.

Can Applejack and Rarity learn to get along or are they just too different? This is the story of a simple farmer and not so simple fashionista....

Co-made with Gwg, who helps with story, ideas, and editing/reviewing this story.
Also, a large thanks to those who also helped to edit and review this story; there have been a few people who have taken turns helping with the editing. Since different people have done different chapters, the individual chapters have the thanks attached to the corresponding editors.

This takes place in the same 'world' as Perfect Pitch, The Party Animal and the Bookworm, and the Adventures of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Please point out anything if you find errors and leave a comment or message about why you dislike the story. Otherwise, enjoy!

Everyone seems to be finding their one special person. Applejack knows she has fallen for the hard working, stubborn fashion girl. Both complete opposites, but some how perfect for each other. All they need is a little dance push into each others arms.

Rarity takes her friends to a Prench restaurant in Canterlot for breakfast and orders one of her favorite dishes, crêpes sucrées. Applejack is skeptical of the food - crêpes are just a thin layer of cooked sweet dough, nothing more than an excuse to eat whipped cream and sugar without consuming anything of substance. The debate over the nature of crêpes as food leads the pair to a bet, Applejack allowing the unicorn to give her a makeover and show her off, the unicorn going a day without her precious makeup and fake eyelashes.

But do the pair have ulterior motives for wanting to see each other in a new way?

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