I don't think you can know Rarity without being at least a little bit scared of her. If you're not, then you don't really know Rarity.

This is the story of how she saved Ponyville one day.

Winner of the Make Rarity Not Garbage Barcast Contest. Preread by Pearple Prose, ScarletWeather, and Estee (who did nothing but stand in the corner in silence while I ranted at them about this story, but by God did that help).

Applejack tells you her only secret.
It is about a hole.
The breathing, living hole in her face.

(Inspired by the cover image and a recurring dream)

Class presentations, school projects, even the class play. My best friend was always struggling to get his words out. Now. Now it's time to tell this class, this teacher. The facts that my poor friend wanted to tell. But didn't have the strength to say.

He needs me. Now and always.

When a man needs a shave in Ponyville, there isn't really anywhere to go. After all, horses don't shave! So, you have no choice but to go to the most stylish pony in town for assistance: Rarity. Lucky for you, she's the helpful type, and is willing to make you look good as new. But at what cost?

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Oh, and by the way, thanks for the idea Enigmatic Otaku. I hope you choke on a pineapple.

Diamond Tiara becomes an alicorn princess. She gets up to adventures and stuff. Silverspoon is well jel. Also, Celestia has a crush on them. (This story is a parody, obviously. Though I genuinely believe that Diamond Tiara is a character that needs more love. She's adorable.)

Suggest ideas for future chapters here.

Cover picture by Total Krazen.

Not ten years.
Not one hundred years.
Not one thousand years.
One million years.
An amount of time so ridiculously long, Celestia knew she would never see her beloved sister again. In fact, would Equestria even exist by that time? Would anything of the world she once knew remain? Why, oh why, did those Elements have such a terrible price?
Moping around in the library became Celestia's way to cope. Never really reading, simply grazing.
But one day, she stumbles upon a book that could change Luna's fate.
All it requires is sending Luna vivid stories, all comprised of cherished memories from their foalhood.
The catch? Luna must read them and write back, or the spell will not work. How would Celestia be able to convince whoever her sister had become to even open the letters?

You just want to be left alone. Pinkie won't let that happen. She's been there.

Lighter, fluffier sequel: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/373623/youre-getting-better

Diamond Tiara is about to see what its like to be a good Girl

warring this contains diapers and other foal things, if you like this I hope you enjoy

For Rainbow Dash, seeing is believing. When her friend Twilight Sparkle told her that "electricity is harmful to humans with enough likelihood that you should definitely not zap Anon with lightning bolts", she didn't listen. After all from the two of them, it was Dash who saw more creatures zapped with lightning. Most of those occurrences were her doing as well. And so she decided to knock down two apples with one stone - teach her book loving friend a lesson about who the real weather expert is, and cure the local oddity that was Anonymous the Human from his irrational fear. Oh, and of course have a blast doing it.

Things don't exactly go according to her plan however, and she ends up creating a bigger mess than she could comprehend - not only for herself and her target, but also a certain somepony who will have to abandon her ancient traditions and improvise on the spot.

Formerly marked mature for uncouth language and the death theme. I now have an actual 'death' tag though, so I dropped it down.

Merithorical proofreading and non-constructive feedback: Anoridan and Void Whisperer
Nitpicking and comma insertion: abronie

Fluttershy is among the first Equestrians to receive the new telephones Princess Twilight Sparkle has just developed. It's a new addition to the shy mare's life, and an exciting one at that. Still, things are not as they had been, and that phone means a lot of space that separated her from her old friends could easily be bridged.

Three years is a long time to keep loving someone, is it not?

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This story was inspired by a country song, "Austin" by Blake Shelton. Suggested listening for the curious reader.