Applejack tries to write a love letter. She mostly fails. A TwiJack story, set somewhere in early Season 4.

After the events of "Filli Vanilli," Pinkie Pie approaches Fluttershy with apologies. But when Fluttershy probes into just why and for what Pinkie is apologizing, Pinkie finds out that there are quite a few friendship lessons she has still to learn.

Late on Nightmare Night, after the rest of Ponyville has gone to bed, Pinkie Pie descends into the dark and silent basement of Carousel Boutique. She’s determined to make things better with Rarity after a friendship-splintering fight, but there might not be a solution for the troubles she finds once inside the house. Didn’t anypony tell her it’s not safe to venture out alone at night?

Some ponies would say it’s crazy to miss an apple tree. Some ponies would say it’s crazy to want to throw a party for the apple tree you miss. And all of those someponies would probably be right.

This is a story about two crazy ponies who decide to take a fateful trip out to Appleloosa.

Rarity has always believed that there exists a prince for every princess. And she's not wrong about that. She's just not right for quite the exact reasons she thinks she is.

The sun is big and beautiful and bright. It warms you up, and it makes you smile. But the sun can also exhaust you. And if you stare directly into the sun, if you get all caught up in its beauty and forget to look away, it can blind you.

Pinkie Pie is Fluttershy’s sun.

Since when does Twilight Sparkle ever fail?

Pinkie Pie might not be the knight in shining armor that Rarity always wanted … but Pinkie might just be the knight that Rarity needs. Just a fluffy little RariPie one-shot. Because RariPie.

Written for the deviantArt RariPie group's Hearth's Warming Eve art contest. Cover image is a sketch drawn by the talented Deihiru, who graciously granted me permission to use.

Applejack reached up with a fore hoof to touch the brim of her hat. It was habitual, almost unconscious. She could feel, nestled safely underneath the hat, her two most precious treasures--a single blue feather and a small snippet of purple mane.

They were precious, more precious than anything besides her family and her farm, because they were only pieces of them she'd ever have.

There are costs to being nice, to being the pony who's always kind, to being the pony who tries so hard to make everyone smile. Terrible, terrible costs.

This is (not) a love story.

(Rated teen for alcohol consumption, non-explicit sexual content, and mature emotional themes.)