This story is a sequel to The Last Impressionist

Warning: The following story you are about to read is currently unedited and contains M/M shipping. If you don't like it, you know where the exit button is.

Cowritten by the wonderful Milo_Chalks.

After their wedding, the great head cultural critic, Fancy Pants and his now newly-wedded spouse, Acrylic Brush, decided to take the week off to enjoy their time together. It was a simple plan really, go somewhere in which that was away from the crowds, yet still have some things to do. Just enjoy the local culture and the time they have for one another.

However, due to some rather questionable activity in a nearby mine, such a thing all together seems rather unlikely.

Sandbar wants to f*ck Gallus's butt.

It's been like that since school. Now, three years later at their annual Hearth's Warming get-together, it's decide that Sandbar has to admit his feelings to him now or never. Smolder will help any way she can, even if that way is unexpected...

Also, everyone is high.

Written for Petrichord for Jinglemas 2022. I'm sorry that you live in the era that I was born.

Special thanks to Semillon for writing the ending. I wouldn't have finished this on time without him.

Don't self-harm. People get hurt from self-harm every year.

Twilight and Cadence have a civilized discussion about the moral and practical age old question… If a clone of Shining Armor played with himself, would it be incest or masturbation?

Shining Armor wants no part in this discussion. And neither does Shining Armor.

Deviant Art Link for cover.

Thorax and Pharynx are taking a hike outside the hive when they stumble across a shady intruder sulking somewhere in the field.

Pharynx vows to properly capture and contain this tyrant, no matter how burly and attractive he may be.

This story was a collaboration with eemoo1o. Feel free to check them out and read their stories, they really deserve more attention.

A typographical mistake leads Nightmare Moon's return to play out very differently. It still gets the job done, though.

It was all about the process. Without a focus in her life now that Twilight is the single ruler of Equestria, Luna decides to apply for her dream job.

A mailmare. The best mailmare in all of Equestria. Or at least the Greater Canterlot Mail District. This would be a fantastic learning experience.

Ever since the defeat of Cozy Glow, it was no surprise that the group of students known as the 'Young Six' would remain close friends outside of classes. However, it seemed that Gallus and Smolder were eager to enjoy one another's company away from the others. After numerous instances of the gryphon and dragon slipping away without much explanation, the other four students of their group were determined to learn the truth of their secretive outings. Were Gallus and Smolder secretly a couple? Or was there more to their private meetings that their friends weren't aware of?

To get to the bottom of things, Ocellus was quick to hatch a foolproof plan with their friends. Unfortunately, even with the surveillance in check, none of the group were prepared for truth about the taboo indulgences the two shared with one another...

The birth of an alicorn is a truly blessed occasion.

Or so some ponies believe.

Part of the Jinglemas 2021 collaboration.
Written for Pen and Paper, who requested a story about Cadance and Shining Armor.
Edited by ROBCakeran53.
Big thanks to Redruin for the cover art.

Nightmare Moon has returned from her thousand years of banishment on the moon.

These thousand years have not been kind to her.

She decides to sell the idea of Eternal Night instead of trying to take over the world.

Nothing will go wrong.

Set in: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Part One. Not to be taken seriously.

Thanks to Petrichord for some of the ideas in this story!

Credit for art goes to Silfoe. Art is used without explicit permission, and I will take it down if the original artist, Silfoe requests it.

“We need like, magically entwined rings. Six of them. Forged together. Enchanted together. Together forever. Like we’re going to be. And I don’t think that there’s anything like that that we know about. So no marriage for now.”

Smolder scratched the back of her neck. “Actually...maybe...I know a spot?”

“You’re kidding,” Gallus said.

“I was holding off on talking about him until it was time to propose,” said Smolder. “He’s an old fart who lives in a cave on the borders of the Dragonlands. His place is kinda camouflaged to non-dragons so the professors don’t really know about it and neither do your species’ governments.”

“Well, I know what we’re doing today,” Ocellus said. "Committing crime for the sake of my five fiancees. You know, this is one of the few things that I think both Chrysalis and Thorax would be proud of me for."

Commissioned by Ice