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
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
At the edge of the clearing, near the outskirts of town, a lovely grey mare with green eyes and sandy mane and tail walked out into the sunlight.
She blinked, her ears quirking back in surprise. Not at an unexpected sound… but an unexpected absence of sound.
She glanced back. Continue reading
“Did you remember the most important part? Didja didja?”
Only Pinkie Pie could become that excited, creepy and cheerful at the same time. Scootaloo backed up a pace. Continue reading
“Forgive me, darlings,” said Rarity, “but would it be all right if I freshened up a bit?” Continue reading
Before Rainbow could fly again, she had to preen her feathers for half an hour. Continue reading
“You think we oughta go check up on Pinkie a lil’?” said Applejack, worriedly. “Ah think she’s gittin’ a little outta sorts.” Continue reading
“Could somepony please explain why Mayor Mare is hiding under my bed?” Continue reading
Just across the hallway of the cozy little pony house, the atmosphere of chaotically strewn records, stained futon and pristinely polished turntables gave way to an empty room with splendidly polished floor and no clutter at all. Instead, the room held a single cello and its counterpart, the equally curvaceous Octavia. Her trim little collar lay on the floor beside the industriously coupling musical pair, for Octavia sought inspiration and she’d let her mane down and gotten naked, the better to grapple with her musical challenges. Continue reading
“Dear pink and fluffy pony-style, why must your face refuse to smile?”
Zecora gazed solemnly at the heap of blankets, under which lurked a pony. A pink tail protruded. Continue reading
They came trotting sedately down the path to Rarity’s place, three unicorn mares and a huge hideous monster. Continue reading
“There, now,” said Applejack. “You should be all set, Princess. Uhh… how long ya needin’ it for, again?” Continue reading
“Oh, no!” squealed Rainbow Dash, panicking. “They got her too! Princess Twilight!” Continue reading
The sun shone brightly upon Ponyville as Rarity trotted home to the Carousel Boutique. She smiled and paused to watch Twilight Sparkle fly overhead, bound toward the market, and then she resumed her progress to home and Derpy, anticipating the happy sight of the great love of her life. Continue reading
Princess Celestia sobbed, once, quietly. Continue reading
“R—Rainbow! Stop, wait!”
Dash’s wings thrashed fiercely as she screeched to a halt, in mid-air. “WHAT?” Continue reading