Fall Formal.






Chapter 1: Darkness.





Rainbow leaned against the bleachers. Senior Year at Canterlot High. Rarity wouldn’t be there tonight because of her job. Applejack wouldn’t be there because of
her
job. Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy wouldn’t be there because of th

Twilight's Fall
by Jonathan “Fanfic Fetishist” Spires
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Equestria...
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Twilight Sparkle was happy for her friends. Really, she was. She wasn't insanely jealous at all. Nope.
...Oh, who was she kidding.
She was jealous of them. She loved them dearly, and she reall

April Foals Day.





Scootaloo buzzed along on her scooter, her newly grown in wings carrying her much faster than they had before. She could almost sense the pranks in the air. She’d been pranked before by Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, but it hadn’t been an innocent prank. They’d loosened the screws in the tires of her scooter just enough that they stayed attached, up until she went off of a ram

“Okay, Fluttershy…you’ve got this. Just…need to…” Fluttershy took slow, deep breaths, speaking to herself as she snuck into the window of Starlight Glimmer’s home. “Just need to…fit…” The yellow Pegasus struggled briefly to push her wide hips through the window, but when she did, she allowed herself a sigh of relief. She had seen Starlight leave only five minutes ago, so she was fairly sure she could get her friends’ cu

Nightmare Moon’s jaws opened for a slight, rippling uurrrphh as she slowly strode through the darkened hallways of the castle she had made her own. The dull shimmering light of the moon sparkled through the windows spanning the long, illustrious hall that she had so carefully erased every trace of her sister from.
The lunar monarch’s stomach ggrrrrumbled uncomfortably. She had gained quite a bit of weight since her return – ponies were fattening, apparently, having grown fat a

Applebloom

and

Timberjack

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Applebloom sat at the kitchen table, kicking her legs out of boredom. Her mother was almost done, but she’d been sitting at the kitchen table for well over twenty minutes now doing nothing more than waiting. And waiting. And waiting. When she could have been out with her friends,