Rainbow Dash trotted along, staying close by Twilight. Applejack and Rarity had run ahead, and were probably talking again. Dash could see the flicking of Applejack’s tail in the distance. She tried not to look. Continue reading
“Comfortable?” inquired Princess Luna. Continue reading
Rainbow Dash stirred, and whimpered in her sleep. It was the dream again—the one that put dark circles under her eyes. Continue reading
Pinkie Pie’s eyelids fluttered, without opening, and she nuzzled the pillow and yawned. Continue reading
“Aw, Rarity! Them’s for me?” Continue reading
Rainbow Dash lay in bed. It wasn’t unusual for Dash to be in bed mid-afternoon. It wasn’t even that unusual that she wasn’t having sex, because afternoon naps had always been a pleasure of hers.
Applejack snickered to herself as she trotted up to the Carousel Boutique. “A fine thing this is! Whipped, you are! Why, you silly filly, you got no shame, do you? Look at you prancin’ up, jes’ achin’ for some more of that stallion THUNDER. Scandalous!” Continue reading
Dawn was breaking, on two impassioned unicorns—and a fat, stubby candle. Continue reading
There were danishes. And muffins. And more danishes. Continue reading
The two ponies lay very still, breathing softly—reverently. Continue reading
Applejack stopped at the end of the row, and carefully placed the pan on the ground. Slowly, she stretched her neck this way and that, wincing. Continue reading
Fluttershy flew hesitantly toward the barn. Continue reading
She came in low over the fields, taking cover behind the rise of the hill, trying to catch only the barest glimpse of her target without being revealed. Applejack had been located in a far field, working. The plan was a go. Continue reading
Big Macintosh packed up his things. Wasn’t much—pictures of the family, fetlock trimmers, the doll he’d got from Twilight Sparkle that time. It seemed like awfully little to make up a life. Continue reading