Decades change within a blink. The banishment of a sister, the loss of a student, has caused Princess Celestia to be distant when it comes to family. However, a baby dragon burns through her defence... but her past failures cause her to let go.
Writing is expression and education mixed with entertainment. Rainbow Dash tries her hoof at writing her own story (which may or may not steal from Daring Do) but needs Spike's help in editing it. Will these two see something beyond the pages?
Spike dances late at night; Twilight finds out why.
Rainbow, Spike and Shinning Armor discuss their lack of virginity—except for the one stuck in the middle.
Spike is sacrificing every second he can to sleeping—not because he is lazy, but so he may be with his love: Princess Luna. Unable to expose their affection to the world, they hide it within a dreamscape. But they crave more. Will the dream end?
Applejack is out in the rain... but Rarity lets her inside.
Princess Celestia has always dreamed of climbing a mountain taller than any other, forever kept sacred and impossible inside her mind, that was, until the time was right, and with her sister by her side.
Spike and Rainbow Dash are pitted in a fight to write the better story. If only they had a story to write about.
Dash fears Spike after he destroys the town.
3 AM is a tough time to be awake. Thankfully for Spike and Rarity, though, they don't have to be alone as well. They write each other letters. Rambles from them both. Whatever it takes to get through the night. Then the letters stopped.
When Spike suffers through growth spurt, he soon come's to realize he won't to able to view everything in the same light he did before.
Spike and Celestia learn they don't have to live eternity alone. Can they soothe each other mortal wounds? Can they make it across the Badlands to see the Dragon King alive? Will they trust love in a heart that will beat on until forever?
Twilight contemplates how long her assistant will remain a child.
Spike wakes up to no memory of himself or why he's missing an arm. Someone sleeps against his chest, an angel of white, an apparently formal friend. What does a dragon, forgetting his past, do with his future?
Pinkie can tell if ponies are lying by staring at their flanks.