Twilight still visits me twice a month. It’s okay, I guess.
Twilight visits me twice a month. I wish she’d stop.
Big Mac is going mute, and he has a lot to get off his chest before he does.
Ponies will tell their masseuse all sorts of things, things that not even their closest friends know.
Princess Luna never asked for a guard to be stationed directly beneath her private balcony, nor did she welcome his sudden appearance, nor could she wait to speak with him again.
Spike and Rarity each have their secrets. Sharing them might be the best decision they've ever made.
Twilight has loved math since she was a filly. Much to her surprise, Applejack has too.
There's a reason Zap apples aren't used for cider, as Apple Bloom (and the rest of Ponyville) is about to discover.
Rarity has an awful idea: marry Spike for the weekend to gain entrance into an ultra-exclusive club for socialite couples. Spike has a brilliant idea: go along with it.
Spike finds a book on pony massage specifically for creatures with hands. Things spiral out of control from there.
Twilight Sparkle’s cute-ceañera is on Friday. Finding some guests is proving harder than Twilight Velvet expected.
A minotaur’s marriage of convenience, a pony’s marriage of necessity, and one uncertain shot at happiness.
Twilight’s never attempted emotive magic before. What could go wrong? Everything about Rarity and Spike, for one.
Eternal night shrouds Equestria, and an even worse fate awaits Rarity. Or so she’s been led to believe.
Spike never knew his dragon parents. That’s about to change.