Kawa and Yosuru crept through the night, keeping near the treeline and peering around by the light of the moon and stars.
Kawa looked up, sharply. “Do you feel that?” he asked, but one glance told him that his Kirin companion felt it, too.
Wrongness. Wickedness, tragedy, injustice, lurking in the shadows… Continue reading
You’d have to be crazy to try and smuggle a changeling child into Ponyville in broad daylight. Or, you’d have to be daring. You’d have to notice all of Ponyville was turning out for a Ponyville funeral, complete with celebration of life afterwards. You’d have to risk somepony noticing when you didn’t show up for the ceremony, and you’d have to make a break for it when all Ponyville was distracted, all in hopes of getting your changeling child safely into your secret lair, unseen.
Only Secret Agent Sweetie Drops was that daring.
Unfortunately, it also looked like Secret Agent Sweetie Drops had been crazy to try it. Continue reading
Big Macintosh gulped, well and truly on the spot. Continue reading
Dawn broke lazily over Sweet Apple Acres.
It was about the only thing in sight that could be described as lazy. Continue reading
Scootaloo found her on the hill outside Ponyville. Continue reading
Two little ponies danced. Continue reading
The farm ponies looked at each other, embarrassed. Continue reading
“Sooooo… can you?” asked Scootaloo, gazing up into the impassive rose sunglasses. Continue reading
Apple Bloom’s hoof worked away avidly, hungrily. Continue reading
“Ah’m sorry? I don’t think I heard you correctly, missy.” Continue reading
“Well, good mornin’, sugarcube!” called Applejack, a smile in her voice. Continue reading
Apple Bloom stared in horror at the triumphant pink pony. Diamond Tiara sneered back. Continue reading
“Aw, Tavi, pleeease? You keep telling me how great he is!” Continue reading
There was dust on the floor of the Crusader’s Clubhouse. Scootaloo eyed it, and fired up her wings—only to hastily stop at a squeak of dismay from Sweetie Belle. Chastened, she instead dusted an area with her magenta tail, and glanced again at her fillyfriend. Continue reading
It was a stupid fall day, the colors completely wrong and sneering mockingly in their irritating tacky garishness, as Diamond Tiara sat and waited, glaring at leaves like she meant to knock them off the trees through sheer annoyance. Continue reading