One of the things Lero had learned rather quickly was that almost all ponies could outpace him easily, even if he was running at a dead sprint. However, catching up to Rarity proved to be no challenge at all, as the weight of unhappiness slowed her pace to a fraction of what was normal for her. Before speaking, he glanced upward. The rainbow rain was a lukewarm temperature, showering down mildly instead of at a hard pelt. Yeah, he could take this easily.

"Hey again, Rarity!"

Her pace slowed to a standstill, as she turned around in surprise. “Lero?!”

He smiled at her. “You walked off before I could say hello!” When he caught up to her, he gave her head a gentle stroke. “No need to stop on my account! Silly for us to stand out in the middle of the rain like a pair of statues. You have places to go? Let’s go together!”

Too startled to come up with a coherent response, she just nodded and continued her walk, her beloved human right alongside her. For a minute, she waited in vain for him to say something, but Lero simply kept walking with his arms folded behind his head and a smile on his face. As though they were strolling through a meadow on a brisk cloudless afternoon.

“Forgive me for asking the obvious question, but... what are you doing here?” Rarity finally inquired.

“Well, Rarity, do you remember when you summoned that rain cloud, and everybody ran away from you?”

From puzzlement, Rarity’s expression reverted back to its original gloom. “I’m afraid you’ll need to be a bit more specific than...”

“...Including myself,” He added quickly, attempting to head off the return of her despondent mood. “I feel awful about what I did; running away from you when you were calling out to me. So now I’m gonna make it up to you.”

Even tinged with sadness, her laugh really was a beautiful-sounding thing. “Oh, Lero, sweetie, there’s nothing you need to ‘make up’ for. You weren’t doing anything different than what any other stallion or mare would do.”

“What 'any other stallion or mare would do' doesn't matter.” he insisted. “This is about what I should do. That means I am going to stick by you!" He paused, then rather anticlimactically asked, "Uh... actually, would you mind waiting for me for just ONE second?”

She couldn't help letting out a small chuckle at that, pausing as Lero rushed inside a store. Hastily, the human purchased an umbrella for himself, and opened it over his head as he returned to Rarity’s side, resuming their walk.

“Unnnghh.... ugggh!!” Suddenly, her horn glowed orange, her eyes squeezed shut, and the wind picked up, first flipping the umbrella inside-out, then tearing it from his hands and blowing it across the road.

“You’re right,” he told her. Not even the faintest shred of sarcasm, wryness, or derision lay in his voice. “Umbrellas are SO overrated.”

Rarity let out a startled gasp, and caught the umbrella with telekinesis before it flew completely out of reach, and returned it to him, insisting, “I didn’t mean to do that! I swear!”

Some soaked, disgruntled stallion down the street yelled, “You’re a crazy space case, lady!”

“So’s your mom!” Lero shouted back at him, lifting his umbrella back over his head.

Scowling, the stallion vanished indoors.

“Lero, dear, don’t you think you should go home?” Rarity suggested quietly, eyes fixed towards her hooves.

He stroked her side affectionately. “Oh, I will be going home. At the exact same moment you do, my dear.”

“Lero, I’m sorry, but I’m going to keep bringing in the rain! And I’m afraid it’ll soak completely into your clothes, and you’ll catch your death of pneumonia!”

“...Says the mare who’s standing in the same downpour I am!” the human shot back. “At least I can take my clothes off at the end of the day, princess! That pretty coat of yours is attached to your skin!”

“Yeah?! Well... WHAT’S THAT BEHIND YOU?!” Rarity suddenly cried, pointing frantically with her hoof.

So alarmed were her eyes that Lero span around, expecting to see Angel Bunny riding a puma’s back, except there was nothing but more falling rain. He heard a mystical-sounding jingle, and when he turned around, Rarity has vanished.

“You... you... I can’t believe I FELL for that!” he sputtered. “And since when have you been able to teleport?!”

For around a quarter of an hour, he stubbornly continued wandering around, looking everywhere for the white-coated unicorn, all the while getting more and more drenched. Then he heard hooves from behind, and felt a nudge by his arm.

“Oh, hello again,” he responded with the same lack of sarcasm, wryness, or derision. “What brings you back?”

“Guilt. Just like you.” The unicorn admitted, letting out a sigh. “I’m not going to get rid of you, am I?”

“No more than I’m ever going to get rid of you!” he said, with a playful tap on her nose. She let out a small smile, nuzzling his hand in response. So again, they continued on, side-by-side. It was hard for Lero to tell whether Rarity had a particular destination in mind. She looked morose and resigned, especially as passers-by shot her looks of great disfavor.

“Hey, Rarity?”

“Hmmm?”

[“Those raindrops are falling on my head,

They keep falling,

But there’s one thing... I know...

The blues they send to meet me

Won’t defeat me.

It won’t be long ‘til happiness steps up to greet me.”](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WuAwv1j8VA)

He paused to ask her; “Have I ever sang that one to you before?”

She shook her head. “No. Never.” It had only been a few stanzas, but her low spirits had given way to instant enchantment. In honesty, he’d never sung that song to Rainbow Dash or Twilight, or anyone else in Ponyville, either... or even to himself, before right now. It had taken the sight of Rarity, so sad and rained-upon, to dredge it up back from his memory, after all these years.

“It’s absolutely lovely, though,” she told him. “Please, is there anything more to that song?”

“Actually," He smiled, seeing the delight and eagerness in her eyes. "There is.”

It was, in his opinion, one of the finest songs ever written, bar none, and he sang it all the way through for her. At Rarity's insistence, he gave about six more encore performances, until the lyrics had sunk into her head, so both could sing it as a duet:

[“Raindrops keep falling on my head

But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red

Crying’s not for me

Cause... I’m never gonna stop the rain

By complaining

Because I’m free

Nothing’s worrying me.”](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WuAwv1j8VA)

“Lero!” she suddenly interrupted, “That umbrella you’re holding... it’s been inside-out this whole time! Didn’t you even notice?”

Blinking in surprise, he looked up, responding, “No, I didn’t! I was too busy serenading you.” The umbrella now had a translucent faintly brown liquid in it, as all the rainbow colors had mixed. However, it didn't look unpleasant or dirty... just like someone had carelessly dumped a bunch of different food coloring into the water. Giving Rarity a playful grin, he tipped the ‘bowl’ of the inside-out umbrella towards his lips and drank all the rainwater that had pooled inside there in one gulp, (some spilled down his front, but what of that? He was soaked enough already!) Rarity let out a surprised gasp of laughter.

“Mmmm, that hit the spot! Singing’s thirsty work! This whole day’s been thirsty work for me.” Smacking his lips, he waved his arms around at the overhead clouds. “Thanks for the drink, Rarity!”

“Oh, you’re quite welcome, my love!” she giggled. “In fact... let me give you a refill!”

And a new small rain cloud of hers formed over his umbrella, filling it up as quick as a faucet. He took a drink and was amazed.

“Rarity, you... I don’t believe it! Ice-cold, peach flavored tea!" He smacked his lips. "Perfectly sweetened, too. Wow...” He took another sip. “Here, you got to try some yourself!”

Carefully, he tilted it towards her mouth. Very few girls could pull off drinking from an umbrella in the rain with such poise and refinement. As though it were a martini glass. “Mmm-hmm,” she simply said, then snuck a happy kiss on his lips.

Then, like a loud ill-timed fart that ruins a epic soliloquy, a venomous, bitter voice cut through their romantic moment. "Thought I smelled diseased perversion in the air. Shoulda known it could only be you, monkey-lover.”

Both of them turned from each other towards the unwelcome newcomer. The Earth pony mare’s coat was just a shade darker than Lyra’s, but her mane had been styled to be choppy, excessively layered, with fringes around the edges. Dyed blonde, to boot... that was a new thing. Her lime-colored roots seemed almost intentionally visible. Her cutie mark was a slice of honeydew melon, which at times almost vanished into the green of her coat.

“Well, you, Rarity, and the other two pervs you bunk with,” Honeydew continued with her unpleasantness.

Girls like Rarity could pull off the ‘wet mane’ look and look absolutely ravishing. This mare appeared to have been fished out of a stagnant well after a seven-day stay. The intensely fervid gleam in her eyes wasn’t winning her any beauty contests, either.

Lero just rolled his eyes at her, while Rarity’s nostrils crinkled as though catching scent of an uncleaned fish tank. “Charming as ever, Honeydew. Never change.”

Honeydew let out a derisive snort. “Same to you, ape-banger. And your bonobo buddy too.”

Lero and Rarity traded confused looks. “I’m sorry... ‘bonobo?‘“ Rarity asked Honeydew. “Was that supposed to be an insult? Or did you just make up that word on the spot?”

Honeydew looked positively gleeful to hear this. “You REALLY don’t know what a bonobo is?! YOU of all ponies?!”

“Should I?” queried Rarity, lifting up and examining her forehoof disinterestedly, refusing to dignify the mare's efforts with genuine interest.

Honeydew hammered the ground with a hoof as she sniggered and snortled. “Dah ha ha ha ha ha!!! Oh my STARS!” She was bringing her hoof down right in the middle of a puddle, splashing muddy water everyplace.

“Rarity, I do believe our friend Honeydew's gone completely off her melon." This produced an amused snort from Rarity, while fetching a glare from the Earth pony mare. "Honeydew, I'm afraid I agree with Rarity on this one. It sounds to me like you’re getting all supercallifragilisticexpialidocious with all your talk of bonobos." Lero let himself be a bit childish for a moment. He knew it was wrong to lower himself to Honeydew's level, but it’d been a very long day, and frankly the mare sorely needed some mocking. She'd been getting increasingly angry and bitter these past few months. He had to hand it to Honeydew's sisters: at least they had quit harassing him and his herd.

“No one asked you, shit-flinger!” Honeydew snapped at him. Then, turning to Rarity, Honeydew persisted, “Hey, do me a favor: go ahead and look bonobos up in that treebrary you live in! B-O-N-O-B-O. Read a book about them!”

Honeydew’s smile was a sallow thing that one of life’s losers give the successful when they flounder. “Probably gonna get you wetter than you are now. Probably want to trade THIS little knuckle-walker for one of them, next time the circus rolls into town!” She wiggled her tongue at Rarity nastily.

“Do you kiss your family with that toxic little mouth of yours?” Lero retorted, fed up with her antics.

Honeydew’s ears couldn’t have flattened back any flatter. First she drew in a breath as though to deliver a snappy comeback. Then her mouth shut, and he could see saliva building up against the front of her teeth, as though preparing to spit at him. Whatever she was planning, Rarity simply crossed in front of Lero, head bent, horn glowing warningly.

“Get away from my stallion.”

The Earth pony looked Lero over. Facial muscle by her eye and snout were clenching and unclenching hard beneath her furry skin. “Your ‘stallion.’ Unbelievable. That’s what you truly THINK of him as?! How you see him in your head?! For real?! A ‘stallion?' One of us?!” She snarled, the saliva making her look as if she was frothing.

Rarity horn flared brighter. “The details of my love life are of no concern of yours, Honeydew. They never were.”

Honeydew swallowed the spittle in her mouth... and then smirked, brushing past them both with a flick of her tail that might’ve looked flirtatious, if one were just walking in and hadn’t heard everything else that’d preceded this scene.

“Fine, then. Take care, Rarity.” Honeydew smiled over her shoulder at Lero. “You too. Keep on enjoying the company of your deluded, uppity little lapdog-bitch... my 'stallion' friend.”

They were just as happy to turn their backs on Honeydew as she was on them.

“Ugh. Don’t let her antics get to you, Rarity.”

“I won’t,” said the unicorn. “I don’t. Honeydew’s just scum.”

He sighed. "Honestly... It's just kind of sad. She blames us for the wedge that's been driven between her and her sisters, and she can't see that it's because she values her hate more than them."

At this point, they’d walked to a part of town where it wasn’t even raining. Lero turned to comment on this, but as he did, he caught Rarity examining him critically. “Darling... what exactly happened to you? Why is your shirt all ruined? And your mane?”

“I was with Rainbow Dash, helping her sleep,” he replied reflexively.

“You were SLEEPING with Rainbow Dash?!” Came Rarity's startled reply.

Between polygamy, itself, and all the weirdness the Swap had played upon his love life, Lero hadn’t even stopped to think how a sentence like this would’ve sounded in Rarity’s ears. It was only now that Twilight Sparkle’s words echoed back in his head:

Cheating’s a wicked, awful thing to do. Especially when it’s against your herd.

Breathing rapidly, Rarity stared at Lero, her eyes wide with hurt and suspicion and perceived betrayal. Quickly, he said, “I repeat: I was with Rainbow Dash, helping her TO sleep.”

Not even bothering with telekinesis this time, Rarity bit down very firmly on Lero’s wrist dragging him over beneath a store’s awning. “Lero... you... if you’ve...!” she sputtered.

Don’t panic, you’ve done nothing wrong. Don’t panic, you’ve done nothing wrong!

After all: he HAD done nothing wrong, not by any measure! So Lero leaned in close to her, presenting himself calmly. “Do I look like I’ve been sleeping with Rainbow Dash? Do I smell like it?”

She blinked at this, but the nostrils on her snout flared as she sniffed him out. Ponies were a far cry from canines in the olfactory department, yet still above humans. Most noticeably when it came to their own pheromones.

“No. No, you don’t,” she admitted. “I barely smell Rainbow on you at all." She ducked her head apologetically. "Forgive me. With how these past few days have been going... well, I was expecting even more disasters. I overreacted." She paused, continuing to sniff. "What I do smell is dogs and cats and rabbits and several different birds... a number of furry mammals I can’t readily identify and...” she sniffed him again, “Reptiles, too... frogs and toads...” Now she was looking him over more closely. “And you’ve got bite marks and claw marks on your ears and your face and your hands... some of them VERY deep, indeed... and they didn’t come from any pony and... Lero, what have you been DOING down there?”

Lero sighed. “Yesterday, I went around to all your friends to apologize for leaving their welcome home party early.”

“You had nothing to apologize for!” Rarity insisted. “You’d just been hospitalized, you...”

He raised his hand, indicating he should let her finish. “But the fact is, I went, and when I reached Dash’s place, I saw that ALL the animals in her house had become unmanageable,” he paused, shaking his head. “ No, worse than that: they’d TURNED on her. She hasn’t slept in DAYS. Twilight saw it too. So I had to come back and offer her a hand. Good thing I did, too it’d gotten WORSE.”

“So you went to help her? I’m just amazed that you’d go to that much trouble for RAINBOW, of all ponies!” She said.

Lero had to laugh. “Rainbow felt that way too. So, I just reminded her that she was the pony that found me, and one of the first that tried to be my friend, so I had a bit of a soft spot for her. I also told her how much she was a dear friend of you and Twilight, and that I couldn’t stand the thought of any pony in such great pain. Not her. Not Twilight. And not you either, Rarity.”

“Me? In pain?” Just like Rainbow had, Rarity tried to smile the accusation away. "Whatever would give you THAT silly idea?”

Before Lero could get a word out, they were once again interrupted. “Hey! YOU! Weathermare!” A unicorn mare ran up to Rarity. She wore a set of saddlebags and had a spanner for a cutie mark. Lero vaguely remembered her name being Quick Fix. “What’s the big idea?!” Quick demanded.

“I... have no idea what you’re talking about!” Rarity replied, head held high, acting as though she couldn't see how sopping wet all Quick’s fur was.

“Oh really?!” Quick Fix opened her saddlebag, and drew out a small brochure. “Here, take a look at this week’s weather schedule! Show me where it says that we’re supposed to be having rain at this time today, Miss Weathermare! Much less, rainbow-colored rain!”

Rarity gave a feeble smile. “S-sometimes things just... come up... you know? But what’s so wrong with a little bit of rain, anyway?” She said, with a flip of her damp mane.

“I’ll tell you what: your stupid rain completely flooded my basement! And I had several valuable books laying out on the floor!” Quick Fix levitated fourteen waterlogged hardcover books from her saddlebags, shaking them in Rarity’s face so that droplets splashed on her eyes and nose.

“Why were your books on the floor?” Rarity asked, incredulous. “Why not put them on bookshelves?”

“If I’d KNOWN we had rain scheduled at this point in the day, I WOULD’VE put these books back on their shelves! But since no one informed me about this rain, SOMEPONY’S gotta pay me back for all my ruined books, and I say that SOMEPONY should be YOU!”

Now Rarity spoke with some authority. “Madam, speaking on behalf of all Weather Ponies, we all do our part to minimize property damage... but with weather being weather, certain unfortunate incidents are bound to occur. Princess Celestia, herself, has recognized that you can’t hold Weather Ponies accountable for every such incident as this, any more than you can hold a hoofball coach accountable for every hoofball injury.” Lero swore she was reciting this. Hell, maybe with all the issues lately, she'd had to memorize it verbatim.

“Is that so? Well, then, I’ll be writing to your bosses at the Weather Board to see what THEY have to say about this! Or, heck, maybe if I’m angry enough, I’ll take you right to court!” Quick Fix thundered, levitating it all back in her bags. Her voice became steadily harsher and angrier as she continued to rant. “Trust me, Rarity, just pay me what I’m due. Easier for all of us. I’ll be sending you a U-O-ME in the mail, and I’ll give you three days to come up with the money.”

With that, she spun around, and left. By the time Quick Fix began trotting back home, Rarity had been reduced to a wide-eyed quivering pack of tears. Lero ripped off another strip of his already-ruined shirt, offering it out to her as a hanky.

"Don't worry, hon, I'm sure we can manage, even if she does drag it to court."

“Oh, you know she won’t be the only one!” she sobbed. “And it's not even that! Everyone's so furious at me, even when I'm doing my best!”

He waited a bit for her to finish blowing her nose on his shirt strip. “Hey, Rarity? When you cast those weather spells... mind telling me what’s going through your head?”

“I don’t know if you’d understand,” she said, floating the hanky into a trash bin outside one of the shops. “It’s... artistic.”

“Try me,” he invited.

He put on his most encouraging face for her. It seemed to do the trick.

“Well... as you know, I’m an artist, through and through. Artists need inspiration in order to create art. Now, inspiration comes in different forms and different ways to different artists. With me so far?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“For me, myself, Inspiration comes like... like a powerful sneeze. Sudden, powerful, and irrepressible. And when I say ‘irrepressible,’ I mean that I can only hold my Inspiration back for about five minutes at most, if I really try and truly must. I think the longest time I’ve gone uninspired was when I was with you in that hospital. My mind was just that focused on seeing you get well again.”

Lero thought about all the times he’d been at a party or a crowded car, and tried NOT to sneeze. He’d always failed, and it’d ALWAYS been a relief to expel that itchy ticklish sensation from his nose.

“Because I’m an artist, I need to feel that Inspiration. I need to create! And the clouds and winds and such are my paintbrushes, while the sky is my canvas.”

Lero nodded. “I’ll bet that on a day like today, it’s like being allergic to pollen and strolling through a dandelion field!”

“Exactly! You DO understand! ...The only one in Ponyville, so far,” she finished, glumly.

As Rarity hung her head, Lero peered up at the colorful clouds behind them.

“It’s pretty, I’ll give you that. But this is nothing like that checkerboard pattern I saw you do yesterday. What are you trying to create this time? Abstract art?”

Her head lifted back up. “Me? Abstract? Almost never. I’m using the clouds to spell words in the sky, connect-the-dots style. We’d be able to see it better if we were high up from a pegasus-eye-view.”

“Since we’re not, mind telling me what those words are?” Lero asked.

“Find The Generosity Within Yourself.”

Lero stopped short at that. He was suddenly imagining the old Rarity — Rarity the Dressmaker — trapped behind a brick wall, deep within this new Rarity’s subconscious, screaming at the top of her lungs to be found, but only fragments of echoes were making it up to her conscious mind.

“Funny, isn’t it?” she commented. “I’m the Element of Loyalty, after all. If anything, it should be Applejack who’s Generosity’s spokesmare...” She shook her head at the oddity of it all.

“It’s not like Applejack has a monopoly on Generosity, just because she has that element,” Lero suddenly found himself arguing her point.

“Hmm?” Rarity looked up at him in confusion.

“I mean, look at you, Rarity! Yeah, your loyalty speaks for itself, of course, but you ARE very generous, too: you give a lot of yourself.” He licked his lips a little anxiously, as a new smile began forming on her face, which gave him the confidence to continue. “You’re also kind, you’ve always been as honest as you can be with me, you’ve got a great sense of humor, and you’re definitely magical.”

“I’m the whole package, then?” she beamed.

“AND a bag of chips!” He agreed.

She giggled, lifting a hoof and holding herself regally erect. “Girls, put all you necklaces around my neck! Sparkle-kitten, your tiara, please! I’ll handle this villain myself!”

When they were finished laughing, Lero continued. “But the same goes for all of your friends. It’s not like Applejack is dishonest. It’s not like Rainbow Dash isn’t loyal... So I guess, I guess what I’m saying is that you’re right. You DO need to find the Generosity within yourself, Rarity!”

She listened in interest. Suddenly, fear and memories of Discord shot through Lero, as he saw her mark wasn’t changing; if Rarity were to find her ‘inner Generosity’ with the wrong mark still on... well...

“We all do!” he finished confidently, hoping to head off anything ruinous.

In the middle of her nod, Rarity clenched her teeth and shot magic from her horn, causing a new rainbow cloud to form. “There!” she breathed. “Just finished the N in Within.”

Rainbow rain burst out of the new cloud immediately. It amazed Lero how the raindrops weren’t staining any pony’s coat or clothes, as though its color were just an illusion.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” a pony called out to her, before hurrying indoors.

“Is this some kind of game to you?! Huh?!” shouted another from a window.

“Go back to weather school!” said a passing, drenched Pegasus.

As Rarity shrunk backwards with each fresh show of umbrage from her neighbors... Lero found himself growing resentful. They were all so insensitive to Rarity’s condition! It wasn’t right! What spoiled ponies they all were, with their 100% reliable weather forecast! They ought to try spending a month in Seattle... just to remind themselves how good they had it here!

“They hate me... they all hate me, all I’m doing is... unggh!” Another glow on her horn... if only she would just stop for just a b...

...do not stop Rarity from performing her weather magic...

He looked around. Some of the ponies inside were glaring at Rarity from their closed windows with a deplorable level of contempt. And this was JUST a colorful drizzle, really... wasn’t like she was erupting volcanos on them!

He looked back at Rarity, whose horn was building with light.

Well... if it needs to happen anyway...

“Hey, Rarity?” he whispered in her ear. “Don’t fire that just yet.”

“Huh?” She opened her eyes. Her horn was still glowing; holding her magic back was causing her to sweat.

“Let me ask: do you do requests? Like, if I was to ask you to conjure a certain KIND of artistic weather, could you do that?”

“I... wha... what did you have in mind?” She blinked in interest, and the effort of holding back lessened from her mental engagement.

Again, his thoughts took him back to the draconequus. To the stories Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash had told him about the Chaos God’s first appearance...

“I want you to bring a whole MASS of clouds in, and color them cotton candy pink. But when they rain, I want the rain to be colored milk-chocolate brown.”

The weather mare reacted as though he’d suggested dumping twelve cans of gasoline out on the open road and setting fire to it.

“L... Lero, my love,” she gulped. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?!”

“You wouldn’t deny your true love his artistic inspiration, would you?” He grinned. “Trust me; I know what I’m doing.”

"...Alright." With reluctance, Rarity cast the spell. It didn’t take long. Puffy pinkness clogged the heavens... it really did look like solid cotton candy up there! When the chocolate-colored rain came pouring down Lero extended his tongue to taste some.

“Hm... not exactly real chocolate milk... more like a powdered mix poured into water,” he commented, thoughtfully. But if Lero’s attitude was glib, all the other passers-by reacted as though Godzilla, himself, had dropped from the sky. Like Rarity, they too hadn’t forgotten what Discord had done to them and their town the first time around.

“It’s Discord! DISCORD!” one mare shrieked at the clouds.

“No, NO!!!” screamed a stallion. “I won’t go back to being a Breezie swarm! I WOOOOOOONNN’T!!!!”

Within seconds, the whole block was thrown into a silly panic, some throwing themselves back in their homes, others racing for the hills. Rarity watched in astonishment.

“They though it was him! They actually thought it was Discord!”

Lero clapped her on the back. “You gotta do what you gotta do, right, Miss Artist? But the way I figure, if you GOTTA do it, at least have fun with it!”

“I...” she winced. “Oh goodness, I feel another one starting to build...”

“Then let’s get a move-on!” said Lero, “This way!”

They quickly made their way to another section of Ponyville, where the sun was still shining on the streets. They found hiding places in an alley. Rarity looked ready to burst, her horn glowing warningly.

“Now this time,” the human said quickly. “I’m thinking we could make a fog, except...” And he whispered the rest of the details in her ear.

No pony saw the beam of magic shoot out from the alleyway. A bright pink fog rolled down the boulevard, forming ladders and long stairways to nowhere. One curious Earth pony attempted to climb a stairway, but she passed through it like it was, well, fog. Ponies stepped out onto the street to observe the phenomenon and feel the fog with curiosity. As they watched, all the fog lifted into the sky, forming large words:

Chaos Rules! Disharmony Forever!

The cry rang out again from some mare in the crowd. “Discord! He’s back!”

The chaos erupted almost immediately. “Call the mayor!”

“Every pony for herself!”

“He wouldn’t flood my house with chewed bubblegum TWICE would he?!"

“Mommy, Mommy, I don't WANNA sneeze out Wonderbolts action figures again! An' Fluttershy isn't even IN the Wonderbolts!”

Peering at them all from behind the corner of their alleyway, it was all Rarity and Lero could do to stifle their giggles.

“Okay, okay, Rarity, now follow my lead!” And as they left the alley, Lero screwed up his face into the same look of hysteria all the rest of them wore out in this street.

“OH MY GOD, THIS IS TERRIBLE! TERRIBLE, I SAY!” he exclaimed to Rarity.

“It’s a disaster! A calamity! How could this have happened?! Nothing could be worse!” she chimed in.

The two of them were completely hamming it up... and yet they were blending in PERFECTLY with the rest of the neighbors, both trying to out-frantic the other.

“He’ll turn the house into gingerbread!” Lero cried. “It’ll be crawling with ants!”

“He’ll make all the fishes breath air!” Rarity wailed. "And the birds will swim underwater!"

“He’ll turn Celestia into a hockey puck!” Lero rejoined.

“He’ll trap all of us in hamster balls!” Rarity opined.

“He’ll make Dadaism into a worldwide way of life!” Lero declared.

“He’ll make junk food healthy and health food fattening! ...Wait, actually...” Rarity ruminated.

“Won’t somebody think of the children?!” Lero questioned.

“Oh yes! The children! Who knows what’s happened our babies, Lero?!” As the two of them raced away, Rarity cried out, “Don’t worry, my darlings! Mommy and Daddy are on their way!”

Once they were far enough away, Rarity laughed like a very young filly after her first-ever roller coaster ride, skipping about in place!

“Oooh, this is so wicked of us!” she sang. “So absolutely wicked! Better than the pranks I play on Nightmare Night! Quick, Lero, hop on my back!”

Lero nearly did a double take. “Huh?”

“Hop on my back, we’ll get there faster!" She grinned, swishing her tail end, playfully trying to make it look enticing.

Lero shrugged and climbed on, and she galloped to the next part of town where unsuspecting ponies were just going about their daily lives.

“Here we are! Into this restaurant!” Rarity declared, Lero getting off and the two ducked inside. The restaurant was mostly-empty.

“Hello!” they were greeted, “Welcome to the...”

“We’ll just have that window seat, there, if you don’t mind!” Rarity interrupted, motioning towards a table. They sat themselves, settling in and trying to play it natural, gazing out the window at the busy marketplace just outside.

“Hi there!” said a waitress, quickly setting down silverware, glasses of water, menus, and a breadbasket. “My name’s Pleasant Greetings, I’ll be your waitress, do you know what kind of beverages you want?”

“Water for both of us,” Lero smiled at her.

“Okay, then, I’ll give you a chance to look over your menus!” the waitress said, walking away.

As Lero helped himself to a slice of complimentary bread, Rarity lifted up the large, fold-out menu, concealing the glow of her horn. “Three... two... one!” she whispered. Her next shot of magic passed straight through the glass of the restaurant’s window as smoothly as a beam of light, leaving it unharmed and completely unseen.

Her cotton candy fog once again swept out, but it was small and low to the ground, only covering the pedestrians’ ankles. Over the top of her menu, Lero saw Rarity squint. Her horn glowed a different color, and when the chocolate rain poured from the cloud, it gushed UPWARD towards the sky! Lero noted that Rarity wasn’t powerful enough to make it defy gravity completely: twenty feet up, and the rain fell back down to earth. Not that any pony noticed.

“What is it?!” cried a pegasus outside.

“What’s happening?!” said another patron.

“What’s going on?!” asked their waitress. Everyone in the restaurant, including the kitchen staff, had gathered around their table to watch out their window.

Cobblestones flew everywhere as a truly gigantic box pushed up from the center of the road, as though shifted up by a tectonic plate. Lero blinked at Rarity.

"Isn't me." she murmured, just as perturbed as the rest. The pedestrians outside backed away from it in alarm. A hand crank was attached to the box’s side, and music proceeded to play as it rotated itself. Lero, immediately recognizing the tune, sung along with a growing sense of foreboding. “All around the cobbler’s bench, the monkey chased the weasel....”

POP!!!! Like the old snake-in-a-can gag, out Discord the jack-in-the-box sprang at the ponies, wearing a gaudy jester’s cap.

“It’s... DISCORD!” He announced cheerfully, and with a snap of his finger, all the ponies in attendance were suddenly wearing bizarre horned hats. Every filly, colt, stallion and mare screamed. They were almost trampling over each other to get away; Lero had never seen streets empty so fast. And Discord just span around and around in the middle of the air, like a single towel in a dryer, clutching his side in a big belly laugh.

Only Rarity and Lero remained, sitting in this emptied restaurant. They rose up and left in quiet mortification. They’d just stepped outside when Discord boogied over in front of them.

“Ohhhh, bravo! Bravo!” the draconequus chortled, clapping his hands together. “Brava, bravura, bravado, bravissimo, braggadocio, benzoate! Magical mischief and mayhem on Main Street! Panic, perturbation and pure pandemonium perpetrated by... guess who? None other than Ponyville’s most popular biped, and one of Celestia’s cherished champions, the Element of...”

Discord gave a noticeable pause to wink at Lero, and smile slyly at Rarity.

“...Loyalty. Didn’t think you had it in ya! I take my hat off to you both!” And Discord removed a stovepipe hat off his head, and gave a deep genteel bow to them both. Then, very suddenly, he jammed the stovepipe completely over Lero’s head, past the chin, so for a second, the human could only see black. Then he did the same to Rarity.

When the stovepipe came off Rarity’s head, Lero saw there was a hat on her head... he recognized it as the same he'd distributed earlier to the screaming crowd. It almost reminded him of the Mouseketeer ears they sold at Disneyland... except it was a deer antler and goat horn, instead of black mouse ears. When she turned to look at him, Lero saw words circling the horn-hole in her hat: DISCORD IS BEST CORD. Lero reached up, feeling the same hat on his own head. The antler and goat horn felt like the real deal.

“To think! I have imitators! Copycats! Eager young Discoteers idolizing me and wishing to follow in my footsteps!” The happy teardrops Discord wiped off his face shot up into the sky and exploded as miniature fireworks.

“H...hello, Discord,” To Lero, it sounded less like a real greeting, and more like Rarity was woking to find her voice again. “We... when we did this, we were just...”

“...Trying to have a good time amidst a pack of uptight, straitlaced, order-obsessed sticks-in-the-mud!” said Discord, nodding knowingly. “Believe me, out of everyone in this world, I know how it is!” He smiled at her. “Before I go, please permit me to congratulate you on your impeccable taste in men! On top of all his other fine qualities, I can see Bellerophon’s been a great influence on you!”

Lero couldn't tell whether Discord was being snide or sincere. Either way, "Your approval fills me with shame," he deadpanned.

That netted a uproarious belly laugh from the lord of chaos. He gave his trademark toothy smile, replying simply, “So, an enchanting evening to you both, you wonderful weathermare and you excellent Earthling!”

He pinched both their cheeks, cooing at them, before back flipping into his jack-in-the-box box. As soon as he shut the lid, the box robo-morphed into a starship which shot towards outer space.

“Well...” said Rarity, watching it disappear.

“...That happened,” said Lero.

For several blocks, they walked on in silence, without any more Inspiration coming to Rarity. Then, Lero took off his stupid Discoteer hat, holding it in his hands.

“Rarity... I’m really sorry. I was a total idiot. I took it too far,” he apologized.

“WE took it too far. But all the same, I won’t pretend I didn’t have fun with you. I’m glad you’re with me.” And she was smiling at him. “Let’s go home, I’m done for the day.”

But up ahead, Lero spotted the Carousel Boutique. There were signs outside advertising a clearance sale. “Um, one second, if you don’t mind,” he told Rarity. The boutique’s damaged front door had gotten replaced. He tried to go in, but the store was locked. He knocked.

“Sorry! We’re closed for the day!” Applejack called from within, only to then mutter, “Aw, who’m kidding?! Like Ah can afford tah turn down a customer!” The door was unlocked and pushed open for him. “Hey, Lero! Lookin’ tah buy?!”

“Depends what you got.”

He stepped inside.

The moment he’d laid eyes upon Applejack, Lero’s mind immediately began comparing and contrasting her with Rainbow Dash. Between the two, Dash still ranked first place for worst off. Unlike Dash, Lero could tell Applejack had given herself the chance to actually sleep every night. Yet he didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to see how the hollow look in her eyes, and the band-aids over her hooves bespoke of many long hours toiling at her sewing machine, well into the wee hours of the morning. Makeup had been applied around her eyes, no doubt to hide the dark circles. Also, beneath her flimsy smile, Applejack gave off the selfsame vibe of dejection that he’d just spent so much effort trying to keep Rarity from slipping into.

Also, though this wasn’t exactly a symptom, per se, there were something else worth noting about the Carousel Boutique’s new proprietress. Before the Swap, Applejack the Farmer had always given off earthy scents; sweat, dirt, applewood, apples, (both fresh and rotten) plus some of the other produce they grew on their farm. Applejack the Dressmaker smelled like none of these things. She smelled like good-quality cosmetics: orange-scented shampoo, and orange-blossom perfume. She’d also taken a little more effort with her mane. Just a little. It was nowhere near the ornately curled coiffure that Rarity still wore to this day... but it was noticeable.

Though the cowgirl hat still on her head blunted the effect.

“...aaaaaAAAAAAeeaaaah!!!!!”

Rarity had followed him inside the boutique. Her eyes darted from garment to garment with the same horrorstruck look he himself would’ve worn, upon stepping into the locked shed of a psychopath who performed live autopsies on captured animals with rusty scalpels, and nailed the open bodies to the walls.

Lero felt deep pity for whatever remnants of Rarity’s old fashionista self that still lingered inside her psyche.

Here was a muumuu made entirely out of belts and zippers. There was a garment which was naught but the buttoned pockets of cargo pants all sewn to each other in a blouse-like formation. On this pony mannequin: a set of parachute pants so slack and saggy, one could leap off a cliff in them and be assured of a safe glide back to earth. On that pony mannequin: dungarees dyed in the whimsical hues of smashed caterpillars and cockroaches.

Applejack seemed downright incapable of replicating any one of her bad designs twice, for no two abominations were precisely alike. A ballroom gown sewn out of green and orange bathroom towels and towelettes. Black silk trousers in which the fabric at the base of the pant legs pooled out over the wearer’s hooves, so that it looked they’d melted together into a puddle of oil. A fringed kimono-like thing whose lower half looked to have gone halfway through a paper shredder before jamming up the machine.

“...outside...” Rarity squeaked in her tiniest voice, eyes squeezed down against the sight of it all as she backed out. “...be waiting for you outside... my love...”

When the door slammed, Applejack went so quiet for so long, Lero had to touch her shoulder to bring her back to attention.

“So... Applejack... I came to see, were you able to make any of those outfits I commissioned from you?”

“Y-yeah,” she said, stepping into her back room to bring out a set of clothes. He unfolded them, looked them over, then headed to one of the dressing rooms, shut the door, and tried it on.

It fit.

It fit!?

It fit his body as smoothly as the socks on his feet. The fabric wasn’t even itchy or anything. Truly, for Applejack, this was progress. But when he looked in the dressing room’s mirror... egad!

"Hey, hows it goin'? Ah used tha' humannequin thing this time, Ah'm sure Ah got tha' right number of arms." Came AJ's voice suddenly, from outside.

A tiny part of him he wasn't proud of wanted to tell her it was an abomination: It was mostly scarlet, and in all ways resembled the outfit worn by Austin Powers in his movies. It even came with its own snap-on cravat, attached at the neck level. Only... the outfit seemed to have been fashioned from painters‘ drop cloths. Especially messy painters who had painted with many clashing colors. And because it fit him, Lero didn’t have the excuse of ‘I can’t physically wear this‘ to fall back on.

"Uh... yeah, AJ, it... it's a huge improvement." Lero replied in the most honest manner he could, stepping out into the open.

In all candid honesty, Lero had come to Applejack’s boutique because he needed disposal clothing. Shirts and pants he wouldn’t feel torn up about losing when the cottage critters tore them up. Since Rarity’s tailoring days were on indefinite hiatus... Lero now had precious few clothes he’d be proud to wear in public. But could he let Rainbow Dash see him in THIS?!

"Great! Ya gonna buy it?" She inquired. He noted a very faint trace of desperation under her cheeriness.

With a little more thought, though, Lero decided that Rainbow Dash needed an animal assistant far more desperately than a well-dressed man. In addition... Applejack needed some business. So he changed back into his original clothes.

"Definitely." he replied, paying for the outfit.

“Bless ya, Lero!” said Applejack, gazing at the bits he paid her like a starving beggar would. “Ah’m so glad Ah let ya in!”

“Pleasure doing business with you, AJ.”

Applejack peered at his current clothes while bagging the Austin Powers suit. “Ya know... why not wear these clothes ya bought home? If ya give me those torn-up threads a-yours, Ah think Ah can make somethin’ nice of it!”

“Nah, I’ll pass this time. Might start raining again... wouldn't want to ruin my brand-new threads!” It was a plausible excuse, but really, he didn’t want to risk upsetting Rarity by changing into this.

“Point taken. Weather forecast's been a bit off lately. Do come again.”

“Sure will.” Lero almost left, but a sudden curiosity struck him, and he turned back. “Hey, Applejack? Where’d you get that hat of yours?”

She blinked. “Mah hat?”

“Yeah. Where’d you get it?”

Honestly, this wasn't even an effort to dismantle a swapped pony’s illusions. He was genuinely curious as to what bizarre and unlikely story Applejack would come up to explain why a fashion designer wore a cowboy hat, day in and day out.

He watched her examine herself and examine her hat in one of her mirrors. She was silent for a while, but he didn’t even see her eyes glaze over the way Rarity’s had earlier that morning. Then she turned back toward him.

“Honestly? Ah don’t rightly remember.” She concluded, putting the hat back on.

Lero was surprised by this. “You don’t?” He persisted.

“Well, Mr. Handy, when Ah try to remember gettin’ this hat, mah mind just goes all fuzzy and blank. Maybe... maybe Ah picked it up somewhere when Ah got mahself real, real drunk. Though Ah ain’t totally sure if that’s so.” she shrugged.

Lero nodded slowly. “Huh. Well, why are you always wearing it, if it’s... just some hat you can't even recall getting?”

She took the mane off to study it more, and he could see the rest of the golden mane that was always hidden underneath, now actually coifed into a bun, rather than flowing wildly. “Ah wear it, cuz... cuz Ah like it! It jest makes me feel good!”

He admired this kind of answer.

“Although... ya thank Ah should leave it off? A fancy dress shop like mine... and beat-up ol’ country hats like this ain’t exactly the talk of the glamor rags.”

“No,” said Lero. “I like that hat, too. Keep it on, it’s right where it ought to be.”

"Heh, sure thing, Lero. Have a good night!"

And he left the boutique, promising himself he’d one day get Applejack to tell him the true story of that hat- when all of this was fixed.

* * *

As they headed towards home, he felt his eyes kept drooping, despite his best efforts to keep them open. Rarity must’ve noticed, as he suddenly felt his feet leave the earth; his whole body suddenly afloat in the air. His eyes flew open, his hand reflexively moving to break a fall — before realizing he was caught up in Rarity’s telekinesis, which then planted him on her back. Her horn glowed very lightly, but instead of causing a storm... Lero felt a soft tingling around all the lower half of his body, a violet-colored and semi-translucent aura of magic before fading from sight.

“Now what’s this?” He asked.

“A spell I should’ve cast back when we were flying in the air,” Rarity answered.

“What?” He didn't rem... Oh, wait, that was Rainbow, so Rarity would remember it being her. Damn, he was tired.

“This spell prevents you from falling off my back. Effectively, your body is now magnetically attached to mine,” she explained. “Between me and Rainbow Dash, you’ve had a long day, my prince. So if you want to nod off, then do so. I’ll carry you home safely.”

“Rarity, come on, you don't have...”

He trailed off as the cyan feather braided in Lero’s hair brushed his skin again. A memory surfaced;

’M a skinny, garish, over-muscled freak…

“Hey, Rarity? Do the other ponies ever hit on you?” Lero asked. “You know, when you’re out and about town, doing your thing?” There had been no accusation or possessive jealousy in his voice, just pure inquisitiveness.

“Where did that come from?” she asked, tilting her head slightly to glance back at him.

“I dunno. Guess I’m tired, but... I’m just curious how much other ponies realize how beautiful you are. How beautiful you see yourself.” He almost began to wish he hadn’t asked her such a stupid thing, when she answered.

“I do know I’m pretty. I’ve always known that. Sometimes, there’s a part of me... a little voice in my head... that insists I waste time making myself pretty. I never listen to it. I like being admired by other ponies, and I always do my best to give them as much to admire about me as possible. In my actions, in my words, and in my looks. Otherwise, I wouldn't be confident about myself, and I’ve always hated that.”

It occurred to Lero that if Rarity had ‘always’ been this confident about her looks, her version of how they met together, how they fell in love, might diverge considerably from how it’d happened in reality with Rainbow Dash, as she lacked Dash's body issues. He’d have to have her tell that story, later on when the time was right. It’d probably be fascinating to hear.

“Other ponies do notice. I do get looks, the occasional catcall, offers to go to dinner or movies,” Rarity continued.

“From who?” He asked. It surprised him that any pony tried, knowing she was in a herd.

She hmmmed thoughtfully, looking up as if mentally reviewing them. “A few of the other weathermares. Sometimes one of the townsfolk or a traveler.”

“Are you ever tempted?” Lero asked, leaning forward so it was easier for her to look at him.

“Mmm... very briefly, at times. Until I remember how happy I am with my herd as it is.” She favored him with a smile.

Lero couldn't help smiling back. “A girl like you could’ve gone with so many other ponies... and I’m the one you picked.”

“You’ve never given me a single reason to regret that, Lero.” And she pulled him slightly forward to give him a quick kiss.

* * *

Lero had actually kept awake throughout the ride back to their library home. They found Twilight at a table, next to a large pile of books and some newly-opened cardboard boxes.

“What’s all this?” Lero asked.

“Books!” Twilight told him brightly.

“Yeah. I see you got a lot of them.” Lero glanced over some of the titles. The Question Of Free Will by Inevitable Outcome. Magic And Memory Modification by Spell Bound. Identity Formation by Self Concept.

“I got fifty!” Twilight boasted. “I special-ordered them through a different library!”

“So you think these books will provide the answer you need?” Rarity asked.

“If not, I’ll order fifty more books from some other library!” There was a feverish look in Twilight’s eyes which Lero instantly disliked. “Oh! Also, there’s a package here for you, Rarity!”

Twilight levitated a smaller package onto the table. Once Rarity had read its return address, she tore it open with gusto. “Ah, finally!” she said, bringing out an ID card, and several documents.

“So you got a new ID card, then?” Lero asked.

“Yes!” said Rarity. “This morning, when I couldn’t find my old ID, or any of my paperwork, I flew straight to the Weather Board to replace what I was missing!” She leaned her head in, laying the dramatic tension on thick. “You’re not going to believe this, but when I got there, it turned out they had NO FILES on me AT ALL. NONE.”

“No files at all?” asked Spike, who’d been sitting next to Twilight, chewing on a piece of beryl. “You mean like... you were never actually part of the Weather Ponies to begin with?”

“Exactly!” Rarity breathed, with the full suspense befitting a first-rate ghost story. “It was the spookiest, eeriest thing! I mean, I’ve been working as a Weather pony for YEARS, long before I ever met any of the rest of you! And for all that documentation to simply VANISH...!”

“What did your bosses have to say?” asked Twilight.

“Well, Valley Breeze — she’s the head — was completely at a loss to explain it! She apologized very earnestly, and promised she’d personally get to the bottom of this! Valley even teased me a bit, saying I was ‘practically part of the infrastructure’ of the Weather Factory, and we both laughed about our time as trainees together! All the same, I ended up spending the rest of the morning filling out registration forms and such — as though I were some brand-new arrival! — but now that’s over and I’m back in the system, and thank Celestia for that!”

Rarity’s horn glowed, they heard water being poured into a glass, then it levitated over from the kitchen for Rarity to drink. “Still, I’m just... FLOORED. I mean, did somepony at the filing department just flush it all down the tubes?”

“I blame spies,” said Spike, taking his last bite of the beryl.

“Spies?” Rarity’s eyes widened. “Spies! Of course! Undercover agents, seeking to erase evidence of my existence for their own nefarious ends! It’s the only logical explanation! We have a snake in our midst!”

“Huh?” chorused Spike and Lero.

Twilight glanced up from her book for a second. "Spies? Really, Rar..." Twilight started, before being cut off by Rarity, now in full swing.

“Spike! Take a message!” But just as the young dragon automatically drew out his quill and scroll, she reconsidered. “No... no, if this is a matter of espionage, then this’ll have to be very CAREFULLY worded...!”

And she grabbed Spike’s scroll, quill and inkwell from the little dragon and ran upstairs to her bedroom with them.

“Well,” said Spike. “The Princess sure’s gonna have a fun read ahead of her.”

“Mmm-hmm,” hummed Twilight, immersed back in Magic And Memory Modification.

“Hey, Spike?” said Lero. “I need your help for a second. Where do we keep our books on animals? Particularly pet care?”

Spike raised a scaly eyebrow at the human. “You’re going to go back to Dash’s cottage tomorrow, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am! I was finally able to do something meaningful for her today... but I need to do more. Much more. I need to figure out a way to get those animals under control. Dash’s too overwrought, too caught up in her vicious cycle to step back and actually LEARN how to care for animals, herself.”

Spike nodded and hopped out of his chair. “Right this way!” he said, leading him to a bookshelf in a different room.

Lero looked over the titles. Yes... to the extent that book-learning could help him, everything he’d need was here. Where to start, though? Dogs? Nah... he already knew enough about dogs to be getting by with. Cats? But then his eyes fell on a bunny book. He thought of Angel Bunny, and drew out The Secrets of Excellent Rabbit Care by Creme D’Argent, and sat on one of the nearest couches.

Introduction

There’s no greater joy than having a pet rabbit. Adults and foals alike find endless joy nurturing and playing with these adorable furry creatures. When rabbits are treated as members of the family, you cannot help being grateful for all the delight and happiness they bring. Just imagine when they start to breed; you will soon have as much as a dozen of these tiny fuzzy creatures in the nest box...

Lero recalled all those bunnies hopping up and down on Rainbow Dash as if aiming to break her bones. Resisting the urge to rip out the introduction, he instead flipped ahead to a page that offered more practical guidance.

“Though rabbits love sweets,” he read aloud in a mutter, “make sure you feed them in very small amounts, as too much sugar can lead to obesity and other health problems. Never feed chocolate to your rabbit, as chocolate contains theobromine which is toxic to rabbits.”

Dang it... he’d need to take notes. This was like school all over again.

“Hey, Spike!” he called out, and the dragon came back. “Could you give me some paper and a quill-and-ink set too? I got a lot of studying of my own to do.”

“Sure thing,” said Spike. “Incidentally, if you’re looking for advice with the animals, you could always talk to me. Back before the Swap, Fluttershy would have me pet-sit all her animals when she needed to leave the cottage, after I proved myself as a pet-sitter. After all, SOMEONE needed to watch them all, whenever she went out with Twilight and the other four on Elements of Harmony business. So I know how to take care of them.”

“Alright, cool. I’ll keep that offer in mind, but for now, I’d like to wait, wait, wait... hold the phone!” The human dropped his book as his brain finally caught up with mouth.

“Spike... my wonderful little friend who is as good as a kid brother to me... did I just hear you right? You just say that you’ve babysat Fluttershy’s animals? All of them?! By yourself?! You know how to take care of them all?!”

Spike could see where this was going from the eager, almost pleading, expression on the human's face. "...You're gonna owe me big on this, Lero."

Author's Note

For those of you who care, I don’t think of the swapped ponies in terms of portmanteau names, (e.g. ‘Dashity’ or anything similar) because to me, those all sound like shipping names. Rather, I differentiate the ponies from their former selves in terms of their jobs... and if you’ve noticed, so does Lero. For example:

ORIGINAL VERSIONS: Applejack the Farmer, Rarity the Dressmaker, Rainbow Dash the Wonderbolt, Fluttershy the Caretaker, Pinkie Pie the Party Queen

SWAPPED VERSIONS: Applejack the Dressmaker, Rarity the Weather Pony, Rainbow Dash the Caretaker, Fluttershy the Joker, Pinkie Pie the Farmer

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