There is a secret hidden spring on Sweet Apple Acres, and Rarity is happy to take full advantage of this for a little rest and relaxation.

But her friend Applejack has been under a lot of stress recently. It’s a shame she doesn’t know how to help...

Written as a bit of an experiment/self-challenge; I enjoy writing dialogue, so this story (as may have been inferred from the title) doesn’t have any.

Written for the Spring Fling Contest.

Equestria Girls play Quidditch against Slytherin. Slytherins get smoked.

Sunset Shimmer doesn't remember what happened at the last night's party. And worse yet, she can't remember just which one of the Twilights she slept with...

It's an ordinary day in Ponyville, until Applejack says Twilight is purple. She should have known better.

Prereader: CoffeeBean

Para español: Aquí

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia
/ˌhɪ.pəˌpɒ.tə(ʊ)ˈmɒn.stɹə(ʊ)ˌsɛs.kwɪ.pɪˌdɑːl.ɪ.ə(ʊ)ˈfəʊ.bɪ.ə/

(Noun) the fear of seeing, reading, or pronouncing big words.

Usage: The psychiatrist diagnosed her with hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.

And Rainbow Dash has it. Surely long words don't come about very often right?
...
Right?

Rarity is hosting the annual Societé Fabrique soiree. Everything is going splendid thanks to some help from her friends. It's a bit boring, true. The social strictures of hosting tend to make for a rather dull night, but luckily for Rarity, she has Applejack to keep her company.

A letter from Celestia interrupts one of Pinkie's parties with disturbing news. Now friendships will be pushed to the limit as Twilight struggles to uncover which of her friends is not who, or even what, she appears to be.

(While not a romance, this does contain a shipped pair)

in Russian

When Applejack and Rainbow Dash wake up, hungover and in the same bed, they've only one question: how can we get even? A day spent tormenting their friends by turning one of their hopes on its ear pays off, but not quite in the way anypony expected.

Twilight has always loved mysteries. Researching them, dissecting them, and finally, solving them. Almost nothing could compare to the joy she feels when finding an answer to a question no pony knew.

But there are mysteries with answers better left unheard, truths that aren't meant to be known. Now Twilight has solved a mystery with an answer she doesn't want, an answer she can never forget.

Lately, Discord had taken up gardening.

It was, admittedly, an unexpected hobby for the spirit of chaos and disharmony to pick up. But he'd easily justified it to himself--and everypony else who dared question--with the answer that chaos is being unexpected, and that true chaos is doing things that no one would have guessed, and so he was living perfectly up to his own nature.

He had created six unique varieties of flowers; they were completely unique to his little garden. Nowhere else in Equestria did one grow.