Pinkie Pie’s eyelids fluttered, without opening, and she nuzzled the pillow and yawned. 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.
Dawn was breaking, on two impassioned unicorns—and a fat, stubby candle. 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
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
Trixie patiently pulled the little cart along the Ponyville street. Continue reading
Applejack woke at dawn, as was her custom, groggy from limited sleep. Her nose was buried in Rainbow Dash’s wonderful mane. Dashie still slept—Applejack knew she’d be able to get halfway through breakfast before the sleepy pegasus made her yawning, hungry appearance. Continue reading
Harsh white light flared, illuminating Rainbow Dash’s reclining body, and reflecting in the eyes of Applejack, where they captured a horrified look. She stood, braced against anything, valiant. Continue reading
Fluttershy lay on the hill, her wings to her sides. Continue reading
Rainbow Dash strutted across Applejack’s bedroom. Applejack stared. Continue reading
“Oh no,” said Applejack. “It’s Y’ALL who’s gittin’ it!” Continue reading
Trixie lay on Twilight’s bed, and thought about things. Continue reading
“Dang,” said Applejack. Continue reading