Twilight Sparkle is whisked away to the utopian city of Canterlot, where she has been invited to participate in the legendary Aura Bloom magic competition. While there, she runs into an old nemesis.

Celestia agrees to allow Twilight to spend the night at the palace per Luna's request. But as it turns out, the two ponies have other things in mind other than a sleep-over...

Twilight Sparkle has a lot of difficulty getting a good night's sleep. She has to keep it a secret from the ponies who care about her, because they might disown her. Worse, they might try to help...

WARNING: The first five or so chapters are, on reflection, properly grimdark. If this makes you run away like a puppy that just laid a brown egg on the new carpet, that's your prerogative entirely. Please don't tell me that I'm objectionable for having written it, though, because that's not very nice. Or accurate. At all.

The shiny new art is a commission by this lovely person, so do feel free to check her out for all your creepy-pony needs.

Twilight has come to terms with her feelings towards Rainbow Dash, but with the chaos of planning and hosting yet another Iron Pony Competition, can Twilight find the words and time to tell her friend, or will the hype of the competition prevent her from finding the chance she needs?

After Nightmare Night, Luna invites Twilight to tea, and they start spending more time together. Princess Celestia teases Luna about it sometimes.

Everypony is invited to the celestial sisters' grand Christmas Eve party, where Luna's encounter with a mistletoe and a sudden lavender mare causes quite a few risen eyebrows.

Big Macintosh was always the quiet type of stallion. He never had much friends growing up, probably due to his constant work at Sweet Apple Acres all the time, and not really getting out much. But all that is going to change for Big Mac. He will hopefully get the kind of friend or friends, he always wanted.

This is my first fan fiction, and I hope you guys enjoy it. Tell me what you think of it, and be honest.

*EDIT* Oh God. Why did I write this? I regret ever writing this. This shouldn't exist