Rarity explains to Sweetie Belle what the Cutie Mark Crusaders saw when they walked in on her and Applejack.

It was totally innocent. Really!

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

Learning to settle and make do with what you have been given is a fundamental part of being an adult.

So is wishing things had turned out differently.

ITs hard to be a little sister with an overworked big sister. Sometimes she ignores you and you feel neglected and that she doesnt care at all. This is how Sweetie Belle feels right now, that her big sister treats her more like an object and not a pony. However, maybe a story from Applejack can change all that and show that, there are things that dont need words

Equestria is a large, vast country. A country filled with mares and stallions, colts and fillies, ponies and whatever; all with lives, problems, and the facts of life they have to face. But really... Does any of that matter? Or do the efforts of one small nopony really mean something? I can't say for sure... Maybe you can?

Art by: Jonjoseco

Rachel was just driving home late after a crap day of work when the other car hit her.

When she woke, she was two feet under. When she dug herself out, she was in Applejack's body.

As if that wasn't enough, she's been called to the Big Apple to help the other Elements of Harmony deal with what's been causing people the world over to wake as ponies. So, Rachel's gotta get from Upstate New York to New York City. Not a big deal. Except whoever buried her in that shallow grave off Highway 5 has found out she woke as a pony, and they're looking to put her back in the dirt.

Now, Rachel is running. Running to the city on hoof. Running from her mysterious pursuer. Running for her and Applejack's lives.

Part of the PonyEarthverse group.

In the wake of another hedonistic sleepover, the Cutie Mark Crusaders wile away the last of their weekend lounging about the clubhouse, reading comics, listening to music and stuffing their faces with junk food. However, their after party revelries come to a screeching halt when an unscheduled rainstorm rolls into Ponyville that turns creatures into twisted nightmares. There is much they don't know about the situation but one thing is clear: never touch the rain. Now stranded without adults by a storm seemingly without end, the three must try to survive in a leaky shelter on nothing but the leftovers of their sleepover aftermath. As the waters continue to rise, the status of Ponyville or even the Apple family, just yards away, remains unknown.

A comfy horror story based on childhood memories of rain, floods, parties and classic kids' games spawned from overactive imaginations.

Sweetie Belle, alone and dejected, comes across The Great and Powerful Trixie, who was ostracized for her prior misdeeds involving the Ursa Minor. Trixie becomes Sweetie Belle's tutor, giving Sweetie (and perhaps herself as well) both the guidance and companionship she needs.

This is a S1 fic. Events take place before 'The Return of Harmony, pt 1'.
Writing for this fic began before Season 2, so events do not match canon storylines.

This fic was featured on Equestria Daily on Oct 18th, 2011

Title art by:
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Fan art:
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Sweetie Belle's outstanding performance in the school pageant should be a reason to celebrate, but when she is crushed by a glaring absence in the crowd, Rarity steps up—just like she's always had to do.

Everypony in Ponyville is happy, carefree, and content with their life on the whole... except one. Rarity harbors a dark, murderous secret. She is Equestria's only active serial killer. She has to balance her fashion life, her friends, and her murderous urges as best as she can. This is the story of her mind.

Edited wonderfully by Kaidan and Kagji5

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"They came and took their faces, and then they took their insides. And one day, when the moon itself is fuller than it's ever been before, they'll crawl into our homes... and give them all back."