After getting filthy looks all morning, I asked my friends what everypony's problem was — and they told me that a rumour was circulating about me, claiming I was bedding every stallion I could get my hooves on.

Incensed by this, I protested my innocence and demanded to know where my friends heard the rumour. They were quick to tell me — and then they came along for the ride as I attempted to discover the source of the slander, going from pony to pony as I followed the trail of lies back to the source.

A source which, as it turned out, was not what I expected...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written in first person from a pony's point of view. Cover art is 50% unrelated to the story (the Foal Free Press doesn't play a part in it, but Rarity's facial expression does).