There are many different forms of you. Whether they be from different dimensions, time periods or worlds. Sometimes you may not like the other you, or maybe it's the real you that you can't face. Twilight is no exception.
With no other options left, Trixie takes a job on Humble Pie's rock farm. It's bad enough that she's been reduced to manual labor, but the longer she spends with Humble, the odder he seems to become.
Twilight gets a bird feeder in the hopes of studying local birds up close. What she gets instead is a day full of frustration as the bird feeder mysteriously empties whenever she looks away.
Of three things Octavia was absolutely certain. One: she liked stallions. Two: her conductor expected grace and perfection from all her players. And three: the fact that she just drunkenly slept with Vinyl Scratch didn't match up with EITHER.
Older than Celestia herself, the Elements of Harmony were once in the care of the five most powerful beings known. This is the legacy of what they did to prepare the future to how it is now... 5000 years ago.
Most of the time, Applejack is honest. A lot of the time, she's faithful and strong. Then, sometimes, she's full of squirrels piloting her in a war with the Chipmunk Confederacy over a sacred acorn.
Twilight, reduced to bashing her head against a table to ease the feeling of literary inadequacy over an unwritable essay, turns to Spike for some more practical advice on finishing her essay--and why she should write it in the first place.
Twilight Sparkle is organized. Twilight Sparkle is very, very organized. Twilight Sparkle has never told anypony why she's so organized. Until now. || One-shot, edited and extended.
It can get so boring up there in Canterlot, so to alleviate that Discord tries his talon at writing the most offensive literature his twisted mind can conceive.
Nineteen-year-old Princess Celestia can’t stop worrying about death. She tries to distract herself by banging every handsome stallion she can find, but her suitors are never around, and her resentful little sister is up to something.
Sent on the epic task of colonizing the new world, Twilight Sparkle must gather up the privateer crew she can find. Remember, we're not pirates, we're privateers. No. Ponyteers.
Derpy Hooves... King Sombra... Two beings that have one thing in common... Absolutely nothing. But from absolutely nothing, can they work together to break out of a jail?
The Cutie Mark Crusaders oath: "When your flank is blank and all your plans have pretty much sank, look to our rank and our unstoppable think tank!" No matter the call, A crusader would help... Even for a colt.
The Elements of Harmony were created many, many years ago. By who? No one living knows. For what reason? No one living knows. To what purpose do they serve? No one living knows. But, one written piece knows and tells all to the willing ear.
A single changeling ventures with a weakened body into unfamiliar land. It came to a stop when he saw a fire, and the scent of warm food touched his nose.
Spike has had it. It's not his fault the library is a shambles. But he's not gonna take the blame. Until Twilight starts appreciating him, he goes on strike.
[Canceled] What if Discord's magic preyed on everypony's strengths instead of their flaws? Hilarity, arguments, and a dangerous breakdown or two, naturally.
"Twilight, I'm glad that you handled Prince Rutherford's declaration of war without violence, but he should have never been given the chance to make that threat."
After experimenting on her schoolmates' magical music abilities, Sunset Shimmer is haunted by glowy pink butterflies. Surely there's a reasonable explanation for this. Surely.
Shining Armor doesn't know what to do with his little sister Twilight. She constantly begs him to play with her because she has nopony else to play with. Fed up with her tormenting ways, Shining takes up a hard task: finding Twilight some friend
*Clop Free Guarantee* After Twilight's five friends decide to crash at her place, things get out of hoof quickly before escalating into a conversation none of them wanted to be in.