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.