Very, Very, Very Short Stories

Rarity and Prince Blueblood were at the Grand Galloping Galla, arguing, covered in cake. "YOU'RE NOTHING EVEN CLOSE TO A PRINCE, YOU KNOW THAT!?" Rarity screamed. Blueblood just stared at her, stunned by her sudden outburst.

"I...uh-"

"I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF ALL OF YOUR INTERNET BLOGS WERE ALL LIES AND YOU REALLY AREN'T A PRINCE! JUST A UNICORN WITH A SNOOTY ATTITUDE!"

Applejack approached the two. "Rarity, you have to stop believe'n everything you see on the internet. I mean, how would this guy even be a prince? I doubt Luna has a son. He ain't even an alicorn!" Blueblood cringed.

"No, I really am a prince. Why don't you believe me?" he whinned.

"No, you're not," Applejack replied. "You're just some lyin' weirdo off the internet, and Ah'm sure you know what we do to people who lie on the internet."

"W-what?"

The mares smiled.

~Two hours later~

Blueblood cried. He was duct taped to the ceiling. No one liked Blueblood.