For over a hundred years, Princess Celestia has taken the time to read a few letters that some fillies and colts send her at the end of each school year. Most of the letters bring a smile to her face; there's nothing like the wondering, wonderful mind of a child after all.

This story is a sequel to Luna makes toast.

Princess Luna embarks on the ever important quest to find friends. Not friends for her, but friends for her dear friend Pipsqueak. It's a long task, but you have to weed out the weak to find good, true friends. Friends that would already know what to do if you so happen to have fallen down a well. THIS ARE THE QUESTIONS A TRUE FRIEND SHOULD KNOW AND HAVE ANSWERS TO!

Trixie and Spike get stuck in an old well. 'Nuff said.

Commission for Swashbucklist, Spike's number one fan.

Stan was one of the lucky ones to make it out of the Canterlot disaster unscathed, unfortunately for him that means he now has to deliver a treaty to the princess.
Who happens to be one of his most deepest darkest fears.

One average morning, one average princess, one average kitchen, and one average bag of whole wheat bread slices... No one could mess this up.

One-Shot about beloved Luna doing perhaps one of the most mundane of tasks.

Applejack thinks she's having a bad hair day. Her friends, however, think it's something else.

Guest Krillin: Zero Man

Now with sequel!

Twilight Sparkle writes a letter to Princess Luna...

(Many thanks to "Pre-reader 63.546" from EQD for all the help with the editing)
(Now with a dramatic reading by Kaoticon) (link)

I have heard ponies say that living so long would be a curse. That it is a burden. That it can break a pony's mind. There is some truth to that. It can be hard to know that you'll always be left behind as others pass on. However, that is not the whole truth, I am also blessed. I have an opportunity to see history play out in front of me and tell future generations of the ponies behind the legends.

In audio form: http://youtu.be/mTGMfwcAcwQ

Blank Slate is the greatest thief of his generation. He has robbed countless nigh-impossible marks, and his talents as a master of disguise are beyond par - truly, nopony knows who he is.

And now he's preparing the greatest heist in mortal memory: the treasure vaults of the Princesses themselves.

But you have to get up pretty early in the morning to get one past the pony who defines when ‘early in the morning’ is…

Spoilers in the comments! Beware! Beware...

Audio Reading available - thank you ABagOVicodin
Czech Translation available - Thank you Keranis

Celestia has loved Twilight for a long time. And yet she has never told her. It never seemed like the right moment, and as an immortal Celestia has time to wait for the perfect moment. Right?

Pure simple Twilestia fic. Told entirely from Celestia's point of view.