Twilight accidentally turns her friends into foals - including her - and Pinkie has to take care of them all before they wreak havoc on SugarCube Corner.
Chrysalis has been sent packing, but Twilight is no fool, and pursues. But in doing so, she discovers a hidden side to the queen that leaves her very surprised.
Pinkie Pie is a little sick. That's a lie. She's sick, and more than a little. It's going to change her life forever, and it will take the power of friendship to get her through this.
It takes a lot to get on Pinkie Pie's bad side, but what the Filly Wonka Candy Company, Incorporated has done is just plain inexcusable. It's time for extreme measures - Pinkie Pie style!
Due to the inexorable force of social politeness, Rarity is forced to invite Pinkie Pie to join her at the spa. This can't possibly end well, right? Right?!
Like, at all. Unfortunately, she has to get her immunizations to continue working at Sugarcube Corner. With the help of a friend, she might just make it through.
When Pinkie Pie's Pinkie Sense stops working, she goes to Twilight to figure out what's wrong. Twilight's tests make her violently ill, and reveal a shocking truth...
After Apple Bloom steals from Sugarcube Corner, her own shame and guilt begin to gnaw away at her until she starts to doubt her own identity as an Apple.
The Cakes have inadvertently summoned an eldritch horror from beyond space and time to destroy the world. Again. Because they do it every year. And now Pinkie has to waste yet another night in battling against the tentacled results. (Stupid holiday.)
Pinkie and Rarity reluctantly venture into the strange caves of the far reaches of Equestria. The map must have sent them there for a reason, after all. Hopefully, they'll live long enough to figure out what it is.
Limestone Pie is more than a little annoyed to discover a budding archaeologist wants to try her luck at their rock farm, but nevertheless takes it upon herself to look after the kid. And to make sure she stays the hell away from Holder's Boulder.
When Sweetie Belle overhears Rarity asking Twilight Sparkle if she wants to scissor, her curiosity is piqued. Why is scissoring such a hot topic among the mares? What exactly is scissoring, anyway? Sweetie goes forth on a quest to find out.
The scariest things aren't necessarily what's out in the Everfree. Some fears are more personal. Fluttershy is about to face torments of her own creation...
Pinkie Pie and Sugarcube Corner have brought joy to Ponyville for many years. Unfortunately, Sugarcube Corner is in trouble. Pinkie's not worried, as long as she can do what she loves.
Pinkie is invited to a business that on its surface seems like fun and games. But looking deeper behind the facade, she finds an undertow of darkness, and a spiraling abyss.
After one of Pinkie's clones wins the paint-watching test, she slowly finds that "being yourself" is never as simple as it sounds. Especially when everypony has a different idea about who you are, and who you should be.
It can be hard, watching as those you love die around you. But Twilight's okay; like Celestia says, as long as she remembers them, they'll be with her. And she's very good at remembering, so they'll always be with her.
Hide when company is over. Keep your wings covered. Never speak the mysterious name "Rainbow Dash." Mum's rules keep Dee safe, but not when a scary purple unicorn shows up. One asking dangerous questions about Dee.
It's an epidemic! A cataclysm! An enigma! More big words! A spell has befallen the noble citzens of Ponyville, and it's up to one lone hero to save them all: Pinkie Pie!
Having to wait for the now-healthy twins to be discharged from the hospital has made Pinkie... bored. The adminstration isn't going to like her when she’s bored...
One does not trifle with such powerful magics without consequence. Pinkie Pie did just this, and emerged from it stronger and wiser. What if she was made truly stronger? What if the experience changed her more deeply than a simple happy ending?
When Pinkie Pie learns that Twilight might be using sweetener as a sugar replacement, she does the only reasonable thing: investigate thoroughly and not jump to extremes.
I hate insomnia. Lying there, staring at the inside of your own eyelids and waiting, but morning comes so slow. Nothing to do but lie around and think, which would be easier if that air-headed twerp Sonata weren't snoring so loudly next to me.