The ship nuzzled up to the Manehattan docks as if felt particularly fond of them. A cheer went up from its decks, and the cheer was echoed on the shore.
Appearances could be deceiving. In its day, the ‘Jolly Galloper’ had been most unwelcome at the Manehattan seaport, for its habit of disgorging pirates to rob the place. But the ‘Galloper’ had belonged to Kabochaebi… and for years now, its visits to ports all over Equestria had been peaceful and benevolent. Continue reading
“Whoa!” squeaked Pinkie. “Hey, Fluttershy, form up! I think we can take her!” Continue reading
That same evening, the halls of Canterlot had echoed with high-pitched squealing.
“Eeeeeeeeeeee!”
It reverberated everywhere, ignored by stuffy and proper unicorn nobility who rolled their eyes as if they’d heard such sounds before.
And they had, too. Continue reading
They came trotting sedately down the path to Rarity’s place, three unicorn mares and a huge hideous monster. Continue reading
Colts smirked, sitting behind their little desks. Fillies giggled, magic twinkling off their little horns. Continue reading
Twilight gawked at her Princess and mentor, as if Celestia had gone quite mad. Continue reading
Chaos stared up at Princess Celestia, speechless. Continue reading
“Which way is it again?” called Dash. Continue reading
Twilight Sparkle looked Princess Celestia in the eye. Continue reading
“And don’t tell anypony!” said the petite, ice-blue alicorn. “Not a word!” Continue reading
“R—Rainbow! Stop, wait!”
Dash’s wings thrashed fiercely as she screeched to a halt, in mid-air. “WHAT?” Continue reading
Trixie Lulamoon’s head hung low. Blood dripped from her nose, and her eyes crossed a little, but she forced them straight and gritted her teeth, willing her magical ward to hold for another few seconds as the maddened townsponies charged it. Continue reading
Twilight Sparkle returned to awareness, drifting through a luminous, aqua-colored void. Continue reading
Lyra’s hooves pounded the road in a desperate, mad clattering, her nerves accelerating her pace every minute. What if she was too late? That would be a terrible irony, if she of all ponies couldn’t make it in time. It wasn’t for nothing that she’d won Running of the Leaves three times in a row. She was young, toned and healthy, and her tendency toward nervous energy had always translated to the most natural activity for a pony: to run. Continue reading
Rainbow woke. It was dim. She wondered if it was morning, or just afternoon. She wondered what sort of horrible pony would ask herself a question like that. It was no wonder Applejack had given up on her and wandered away. She’d have given up on herself, with relief. It was strange that Applejack had, though… Continue reading
“Well, if I can’t have a cape, you should at least let me have a mask!” protested Lyra. Continue reading