Cupid's arrow makes ponies fall in love? No problem! Twilight Sparkle makes a love potion with the same result? Oh, hello moral ambiguity! Things only got worse when Rainbow drank the potion... then gazed at me... smiling... oh no...

This story is dedicated to the runt, the grunt, the unt missing a 'c', An Intricate Disguise!

TwiDash by nn.

Fog. A reflection that stares back more than it should. A runaway train.

Spike, it's been a while, but where exactly have you been?

Gifted! I have gifted the power of the Skeleton King! I can control the skeletons of all these little ponies! I'm invincible! I am their king! If... if only I didn't have to worry about my mother coming after me...

Spike had always caught my eye, but I wasn't expectin' for him to steal my heart. After his fight with Twilight, I thought bringin' him on the farm would help him, not harm us both with a good time. Though I wonder... can I get him to like me back?

Edited by the up and coming, FanficReader920.

Drunk Applejack by xcopyen002

Poetry! It's good for you and me. Clears the head and cleanses the soul. If you're lucky, a mare will read them, love them, then maybe love you! So goes Discord's thinking.

Dedicated to the greatest broski alive, Shipcord.

Claws can be dangerous; claw can be gentle. It's the way they're used that dictates the game.

Will Spike be able to see past what ponies think of his claws, all to be able to show them what they're missing out on?

Coverart by Chaosangeldesu

How often have we been invited out, and yet, left alone? Spike knows the pain of being alone at a party, and apparently, so does Princess Luna. What will the two learn about each other as they get progressively drunk throughout the night?

Madness. Madness has overtaken Twilight Sparkle. The world ends when her spell is complete. Twilight has to die—and Spike has to kill her. But he can't. He loves her. So back in time he goes, learning to hate so he may complete the deed.

Spike has been the loyal protector of Twilight, through pen and blade, but when she sends him on a mission too dangerous even for him, he returns missing an arm. Twilight must come to realize what she truly feels for her dragon.

Writing is hard, or at least, that's what most writers say. Can their words be trusted? And just what are words? Do they dictate our worth, the quality of our lives? Spike is very sleepy, but he's equipped with a quill in his claw.