Rarity, following a somewhat rocky introduction, has become a rather welcome member of the upper classes of Canterlot. Living the dream, she eagerly accepts an invitation to an Opera in Canterlot with her new friends Viscount Fancy Pants and his wife Fleur de Lis. Especially since it means meeting a mysterious and somewhat reclusive Baroness that will also be attending.

Naturally, things grow somewhat awkward when she runs into one of her friends... and definitely not in any way she thought she might.

(Note: This is based on a head-cannon I had circa season four. We hadn't met Rainbow's parents yet, and we didn't really know all that much about many of the Mane 6's home lives. I know this isn't canon now, but I just wanted to put this on paper. Quarantine, man.)

Cover image: https://www.pinterest.com/mdhsoccer/
Prereading: Mosanted

Edit: Holy S***. I did not expect this to blow up like this. Thank you all so much!

This story is a sequel to Just a Clone

I'd spent most of my life as nothing more than a clone of somepony else. But thanks to that pony I was given a second chance. But while I've tried hard to leave that past behind me, it seems it's not quite ready to let go. I may have my own name, my own face, and my own body, but there's something I still lack. A Cutie Mark, the very thing that defines a pony still eludes me even after all these months.

But it's out there, somewhere. I don't know where or when, but I will find out what it is I'm destined to be.

It is not every day that you learn that a monster of legend is real, let alone friends with Rarity. If she had heard of the old stories, perhaps she would be more cautious. Or more daring.

(RGRE)
{This story has two versions, the last chapter is the first person version.}

One summer night, a city is struck by a very unusual occurrence. Two percent of the nearly one million occupants are turned into ponies. Talking, colourful, seemingly magical ponies. With no explanation and no recourse, they are forced to live very unique lives.

This is the story of April, a savvy secretary who woke up one morning as a pony, and her friend, Courtney, who is there to assist her in getting her life back on track.

Things are a mess as April gets ready to try to go out into the city and make a new friend, Kevin, who is another victim of The Change. April needs a new friend in her life, but can they both stand up to the everyday hardships of being ponies? Their similarities and differences will either make them... or break them.

Spike is growing up, and he wants to prove that to his friends, and to himself. As such, step one will be to adopt a pet, and show everyone that he can be responsible. Fluttershy decides to help him pick out the right pet for him.

How much cuteness can one dragon take before he detonates like a bomb?

My faithful student, Twilight. I ask that you please come to Canterlot immediately. I have an important task for you to take. This task will help us get a better understanding of species other than pony kind. Your teacher, Princess Celestia.

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What could Princess Celestia have for me to do? What will happen to me!?

Someone's filled Fluttershy's house full of mistletoe, guess who? I know who, and you probably do too.

Day 7 of Fluttercord Week (Theme: Mistletoe). Since we were denied a Fluttercord mistletoe kiss in “The Best Gift Ever”, this is my alternate universe kinda slash extended look/take on the ending of “The Best Gift Ever”.

Big Thanks to Kyumiku for allowing me to use and write out their story idea for Day 7 of Fluttercord Week & for allowing me to use their beautiful picture as cover art for this story: https://www.deviantart.com/kyumiku

Fluttercord Week: https://www.fimfiction.net/group/214010/fluttercord-week

Starlight's wedding Day comes, and she is nervous about it.

Part of the Luster Dawn Successor Verse.

The Great Deku Tree always said her memories would return. But even after aiding the Hero of Time in his fight against the King of Evil, she still remembered nothing of her past. She fled Hyrule, searching for her previous life. She never returned.