Steel doesn’t worry about a colt’s well-being. Railroad cars don’t have much concern for the bodies of ponies. But, despite the dangers, I wanted to be a railway pony. I wanted to be like Highball.
When you have so little, and another has so much, it’s easy to justify theft. The more precious the commodity, the easier it is to tell yourself you need it more than they do. And what is more precious than time?
Luna has been in Canterlot for a week so far, finally settling down and trying to get used to modern society. But a simple task may prove to be nearly impossible.
Fluttershy grieves over the loss of one of her dearest friends and pushes those closest to her away. But one pony is more persistent than the rest... TwiShy
Scootaloo's already a full-grown mare, but her cutie mark is still missing. Even though she can't fly with her undergrown wings, she's been unable to shake her obsession with the sky.
When tragedy strikes her city, a human therapist begins recalling memories of her past life in the happy world of Equestria. How will she reconcile her carefree memories of being a pony with the harsh reality of the human condition?
Ponyville is running out of food. Will they make it through the winter? Sequel to Dried Apples. No knowledge of Dried Apples is required to enjoy this story.
A dragon settles down to take a nap. What do you expect it to do when some little ponies come inturrupt it's sleep? Cry? Why exactly [i]did[/i] it cry? After all, it was only a little yellow-and-pink Pegasus, right?
Each night I’m trapped in the dark, immobilized. I hear whispers as they operate on me: they say I shouldn’t be alive. Twilight refuses to tell me about the operation. Sometimes she can’t look me in the eye. What did they do to me?