Don't you just hate it when you get something new and everyone wants to play with it at the exact same time? When Spike gets his claws on the latest Guitar Hero game, he finds his path to gaming freedom blocked by none other than the Mane Six. Will he overcome such a challenge and earn the right to melt his brain for a week?

Since I am unable to include lyrics, I highly, highly, HIGHLY recommend listening to the songs provided via hyperlinks throughout the story as they will greatly aid in providing some much-needed context. Now edited to improve readability.

Ahuizotl threatens to sue A. K. Yearling for libel unless she stops writing the Daring Do books. She makes him a counter-offer.

Based on the November 2014 prompt from The Writeoff Association, "Title Drop," the original version of this story won second place in that month's contest.

Isn't the man suppose to be the bread winner? Isn't the wife supposed to be the house maker?

Spike and Rainbow Dash have always been a little different.

They've come to an agreement; he'll wear the apron, she'll wear the work suit. He'll keep the house nice and clean, she'll make sure they can pay the mortgage.

She'll go on the long business trips, he'll wait patiently for her return.

It was no national secret.

Celestia always told her guards that nopony was to touch her mane. Ever. If terrorists broke into the castle and held her at swordpoint, they were to let her die before anypony touched her mane. If an adoring foal ever grasped for her flowing locks in the street then they were to be tackled as if they had held a knife to her throat. If she tripped at the top of the Unreasonably Long Staircase in the highest tower of the castle, broke her wings and began to slide over the edge of the stairs then they were to look on impassively as she fell rather than grasp her by her mane to save her.

Nopony was to touch Celestia's mane; it shouldn't have been a difficult command to obey. Somewhere in the depths of the Canterlot archives lay a twisted and malicious law on the subject and now, for the first time ever, she had to exercise it.

For fate had dealt her a hand worse then death, worse than damnation, worse even than Discord.

Fate chuckled, or perhaps cackled, and threw her a mane full of Pinkie Pie.

Equestria stands on the brink of ruin. A necromancer has raised an army of the dead and is poised to plunge the world into darkness. Monsters and brigands roam freely across the land, preying upon the innocent.

Only one hope remains. Armed with swords, spells, snacks, and a bag of dice, five heroes band together to defeat the forces of evil… if their rolls are good enough.

Welcome to gaming night in Ponyville.

Dramatic reading by Goombasa.

Cover image by Elosande used with permission.

As a general rule, leaving your future bride at the altar and abandoning your entire family to flee the city of Canterlot is a bad idea.

Then again, you never know just who you'll meet on the train to your new life.

When Twilight Sparkle heard about the way Spike acted around town when trying to source a quill for her, she realised that her assistant needed to atone for his actions. Quite a long-running argument had culminated in Spike stomping away from Quills and Sofas in a huff, and the last thing Twilight needed was to upset Ponyville’s only quill shop.

Davenport is content being thought of as a polite, successful business pony. One miss-delivered letter to Twilight Sparkle threatens to end his anonymity, as Rainbow Dash begins to scrutinize his life after Twilight refuses to tell her what the letter was about. Due to Rainbow's curiosity, not only is his secret in jeopardy of being exposed, so are his hidden affections for a certain mare.

Davenport, the shopkeeper of Quills and Sofas, has a secret.

Authors Note: This story might get a lot of down votes because of the topics in the story. But I would rather write a well written story than a popular one.

There’s nothing like getting lost in a good book. Unless of course you’re quite literally lost in a good book with your only chance of escape hinging on a finicky fairy, in which case I’d imagine there’s nothing like that either. It’s times like these, when I’m tied to a stone slab, about to be sacrificed to fulfill a prophecy and bring about the end times, that I wonder about things: like, what have I done with my life? Why would Twilight even have this book in her library? I wonder what fairies taste like and how I should prepare them when I inevitably cook mine up and eat him?

I don't think this day could get worse.