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    • Story

      Happy For You

      Just because Twilight wasn’t happy for herself didn’t mean she couldn’t be happy for Rarity, right?
    • Story

      Forget Me Not

      Twilight realizes it’s March and she missed Hearts and Hooves day and that’s why Rarity has been acting odd for weeks.
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      Part II

      “That’s your commoner attire?” Standing inside the empty West Wing, Rarity chose to ignore the pegasus’s comment. Personally, she found nothing wrong with Twilight’s beautiful black silk cloak, a present Rarity had gotten her during their last trip to Saddle Arabia. The garment was simply divine, boasting several hoof-stitched white patterns depicting several constellations, and the bottom of the cloak itself was decorated with several small sapphires. Twilight, ungrateful as she was,…
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      Part I

      Princess Rarity was planning the single most important birthday in all of the soon-to-be-hers kingdom of Equestria. No, it wasn’t her own birthday, for her own birthday would never ever ever be planned by her. It would be planned by the entire kingdom, would be attended by the entire kingdom, and would be the talk of the entire kingdom. Twilight Sparkle’s birthday, however, could not be interrupted by the entire kingdom. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel every mare, stallion, colt, and filly should…
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      The Holiday Dinner – Part II

      Crimson Lips
      Her eyes flickered briefly towards the window and the snowflakes pelting against it. It reminded her of her home in the north, and with a pang, she wished she were there. No one could really cheer her up like Shining Armor could. Well, maybe I could, but I had been the one to do the hurting, in this case. “Only Fluttershy is coming?” Though she likely did not mean it in that way, Lady Celestia’s question hung heavy in the heart of the woman seated on the other side of the Lady’s desk. It…
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      The Holiday Dinner – Part I

      Crimson Lips
      There are things we don't want to believe. Things that are there, naked before us, touching our bare skin with slim fingertips, kissing our neck and our lips and our mind, and yet we refuse to acknowledge them even though our body feels every electric jolt, every heavy thrust, every gentle kiss. Ignorance is bliss, they say. With every word that I speak, every story I tell, you and I come closer and closer to the end of this tale. I've… I've tried to delay it. I've tried to woo you away from the…