I’m Going to Belle for This...
Rarity is my best (and only) sister, and Apple Bloom and Scootaloo are my best friends. There's only one problem. I'm not supposed to be Sweetie Belle! Sweetie Belle isn’t supposed to be at all, outside of a fictional cartoon show! What did she do that put me in her body? Why me, and not someone who’s less of a fucked up loser? How can I tell the ponies about this without getting a rainbow laser to the face? Why does this world I’m in conform so closely to the show? Does it conform closely to the show? And what is that funny feeling in between my legs?
I read this and this and this and the idea for this story came into my head.
- Resurrection
- The Road Back
- The Ordeal
- Approach
- Tests
- Taste Tests
- Crossing the Threshold
- Meeting the Mentor
- Refusal of the Call
- Call to Adventure
- Call to ...Adventure?
- Ordinary Life 1
- Nightmares and Dreams Achieved
- Sensory Overload
- Pillow Talk
- Settling In
- Welcome to Ponyville
- Back to the Library
- The Brink of Disaster
- Nothing Goes Wrong
- Just Act Natural
- Something to Someone
- Baby Steps
- The College
- Interior Nightmare
- Doorknobs
- A Good Day
- Fishing for Answers
- Setting the Table
- Apple Bloom Knows
- Knock Knock
- ???
- ???
- ???
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