The dark bites, as the Equestrian saying goes. It bites, it devours, it destroys, but it can't really do any of that, can it? Sunset isn't going to take any chances.
Applejack realizes one morning that Rainbow Dash has apparently moved in with her. This discovery surprises Dash more than a little, too, and sets off a chain of events neither could have imagined.
Moondancer conned her neighbor, Trixie, into giving her some solitude when she was a filly, and now she tries to make amends by applying Friendship Theory.
Sunset Shimmer, magus-for-hire in the corrupt city of Freeport, must track down a bank robber who dropped her loot in the middle of the poorest part of town.
Twilight Sparkle receives a letter from one claiming to be a changeling. Why is this creature writing to her, and what does it want? Twilight has no choice but to read and find out.
When Twilight visits Celestia's private hall of stained glass windows, the portrait of an ancient astronomer catches her eye. Who was this pony? Why was she so important to Celestia? And why does she look so familiar?
Drained of power. Robbed of dignity. Stripped of heritage and purpose. The sirens have endured the ultimate defeat. And their father is NOT happy about it.
It wasn't a job her friends would've ever thought she'd be right for when she left Canterlot High. Yet funnily enough, being a cop is almost second nature to Pinkie Pie.
A web of lies can make for a heavy heart. When the pony you love turns out to have hidden their whole identity, what does that mean for a relationship?
A chance meeting at a ruined gala leads to opportunity. Luna longs to recover from her isolation and the shadows of her past, and she clings to the one pony whose music provides her comfort. She might not be the only benefactor in the arrangement...
It’s true. Sometimes a tear’ll slip out… it’s bound to happen, sometimes… but for the most part, I cry on the inside. But right now, as I stand here watching my friends weeping in a huddle together... I'm not. Not even on the inside.
An initiative is made in Ponyville inviting ponies to write their autobiographies, but Rarity simply doesn't have the time to write one. Or she thought she didn't, until Twilight insisted on it, and... how could she say no to her adorable marefriend?
Princess Nightmare Moon had tried to keep it secret. She had feigned ignorance, but the charade could not last. She nocked the arrow. Tirek was a large target; he would fall easily. Then the true challenge would come: explaining herself to Celestia.
After their first big gig at a bar downtown, the Rainbooms are kicked out without being paid. Can Rainbow Dash retrieve their money and restore their dignity without getting arrested in the process?
Take a breath. Good, keep going from there. You may think you are real, you may think you are a pony, you may think you can feel. Anything can be emulated if you mimic it close enough... I know, it's in your programming.
As a train heads west into the wild frontier, six different mares have their sights set on its valuable cargo. When they collide, old grudges come to bear and bullets begin to fly.
Friends who play together, stay together. That was the philosophy Rarity had in mind when she suggested she and Pinkie play a game of chess every week. Unfortunately for Rarity, however, she finds out that Pinkie is playing more than just one game.
Octavia loves old music. Celestia was alive at the height of its popularity. So Celestia's personal assistant, Pinwheel, arranges a meeting of the minds. Except now Pinwheel is the odd pony out.
Sweetie Belle had never really considered how so many ponies contributed to the mosaic of her life. At least until she thought she might not get another chance for one of them.
Rarity and Rainbow Dash aren't exactly close. After all, they're very different ponies with very little in common. Or so Rainbow Dash thought. A trip to Canterlot reveals that Rarity isn't exactly the pony that Dash thinks she is.
Celestia is planning on spending her Hearth's Warming the same way as each year before it for the past nine-hundred and ninety-nine years: Alone. But an encounter with a certain griffon chef may just change her plans, and her mood, for the bette