This is a story about Big Macintosh saving Cheerilee from falling rocks.

It was written for the BronyCon panel "Hoof of Argon," where intentionally bad fanfic was read out loud by some very brave bronies. Now you can enjoy it at home, whenever you want (or print it out and burn it.)

Young Cheerilee is happy to have finally settled down with her family in a nice town like Ponyville, and she's not about to let her nervousness about her first day of school stop her from making new friends. Most of her classmates seem nice, but...

There's one young colt who'll barely say two words to her. And she's determined to find out why.

SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS!

"Suppose I killed them all?"

Seriously, a lot.

(Now with a Spanish translation by the generous SPANIARD KIWI!)

A holiday tale in which Cheerilee learns the true meaning of the word "wassail"; Granny Smith fails to learn the true meaning of the word "polymath"; and somehow, amidst it all, three flowers finally begin to put down roots. Happy Twelfth Night, everypony.

Now with a Spanish translation by Spaniard Kiwi!

Cheerilee, the local schoolmare, finds herself feeling abnormally lonely on Hearts and Hooves Day. However, a note she finds may change that.

One shot of CheeriMac.

Cover art by Luuandherdraws. Now with a live reading! Link

"It’s that voice, that sparkling voice that sets my back shuddering and my muscles flexing..." They're always trying to get in Big Macintosh's head, all except one pony, a pony that means the world to him. Tonight, perhaps he can finally tell her.

Take a look inside Big Mac's thoughts in this inner monologue one-off. There's a lot more than he's willing to admit.

Big Mac walks Cheerilee home after the exasperating antics of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and talk about the past, and maybe even the future.

I consider this to be my first complete fic, so all comments welcome.

Credit for the picture goes to joemasterpencil.deviantart.com

(I can't draw for crap)

It was only a few days ago when I lost my voice and Fluttershy had to sing in my place with the Ponytones. Then, just the other mornin', Rarity's asked me out to a big fancy dinner in downtown Ponyville. What could this mean? Have I done somethin' wrong? Is she finally kickin' me out of the quartet? Or, even worse, could an elegant unicorn like that actually be interested in a stallion like me?

I ain't no good at reading ponies, and I'm even worse at speakin' my thoughts out loud. Rarity is a nice, elegant lady, and I'd be a plum fool to hurt her feelings. Still, the truth's gotta come out somehow. There's only one mare in this-here town who strikes my fancy, and it ain't her.

Based on an idea given to me by Propmaster.