“It's a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.”
Every night, in a little stable just outside of town, an old mare lays down to sleep. Every night she has the same dream of rainbows and open sky...
Once upon a time, Silver Spoon's life made sense. Now she lives in Ponyville.
Of all the birthday presents Lucy expected, a pink talking pony was not one of them.
Once is an accident. Twice is coincidence. Thrice is a pattern. Filthy Rich knows this pattern, and he's smelled this quiche before. It's time for a talk.
When Spoiled sees the stallion again, she knows it's a one-in-a-million chance. And with the clock ticking, it might be her last.
Fleetfoot is not a monster fighter. She’s not an Element of Harmony. She's not a medic. She's not a hero. Fleetfoot’s just a pony who can fly really fast. And right now, she's all Silver Lining's got.
Twist falls off a roof.
As part of their joint effort to grow closer, come together as a family, and comply with their therapist, Diamond can choose a new pet. Any pet at all. (Terms and conditions may apply.)
Nightmare Moon must come first in your heart. Always. To betray one's devotion to Her Majesty with love for another is an act of high treason: a Heartcrime. Night Chamberlain Rarity's sure she's not a criminal. But she's been wrong before.
In an age of unrest and inter-tribal tension, Twilight Sparkle flies to Cloudsdale to talk down a faction of radical young Pegasi. It would be a lot easier if their leader hadn't been petrified for fifty years.
Three days ago, Cozy Glow infiltrated Cloudsdale. On a completely unrelated note that is none of Tirek's business, Cozy has been awake for three nights straight. Also, someone should clean up that corpse. It's getting kind of gross.
Once upon a time, Silver Spoon's life made sense. She had the right friends, the right house, and the right school for a young lady coming up in the world. Once upon a time, Silver Spoon lived amongst proud towers in a vibrant, bustling city that never sl
Reader, in ancient days, the old lords of the world numbered in thousands. Then hundreds. Then less than even that.<br/>Now, they are found only in tapestries and fanciful ballads.<br/>The creatures are all vanished. All but one.
Spoiled Rotten knows her best years are behind her. The time of flowers, whirlwind romances, and the luxury of rejecting suitors has passed. Now is the time for husbands and cradles, and she still has neither. With the clock ticking and a string of failed