This story is a sequel to Hello Sister

Nearly a year has passed since Twilight and Trixie have lived together as sisters, and Twilight believes it is time for Trixie to meet her big brother, or big-half-brother, Shining Armor. Trixie is still getting used to be part of a family, even if it is just her and Twilight, so can she open her heart to two more members of her newly acquired family? Or will Shining Armor completely reject her? Find out now!

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The human was dead. And Applejack was the one to see him kill himself. She should be happy, right? The varmint was dead, no longer able to bother anypony else. Then why did Applejack felt sad?

A non-cannon sequel to Ending.

An army marches upon Canterlot with a single intent.

Kill the Princesses.

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There's a strange, powerful attraction between Canterlot Castle's captain of the guard and a certain princess of the night. What will happen when the two give in and lose themselves to the power of lust?

Cover art is a cool piece of fan-art by LA Crow.

This story is a sequel to Colors

I've been feeling empty lately. Not sad, not happy, just... empty. I fake a smile around the girls. I don't know if they notice.

There is something that ends the emptiness. I don't like it, but I'd rather feel pain than nothing. So long as the girls don't notice. I don't need that kind of attention, or worry.

AN/ this story contains descriptions of cutting and self harm. It doesn't describe the act, but does describe the aftermath. If you don't read it because of that, I understand.

What is going on? What am I, where am I? Why do I walk through the dreams of abnormal horses? I was just a regular guy and now I'm walking through the dreams of sapient horses. My 'powers' rip me from this dimension to one that I'm never meant to set foot in.

Any sapient creature needs some kind of guidance, someone or something to look after. Something to stand by, a right and a wrong, everyone needs morals. I'm something of a symbol of guidance, I didn't ask to be but I grew into it. Ponies channel all their negative emotions into their dreams, all their hate, sorrow, heck even lust if they consider it bad.

I don't think I'm a god by any standards, I just picture myself as someone who helps. Dreams are powerful especially pony dreams, they have so much magic packed into them! Though dreams can get a bit freaky, trust me they get weird.

But why was I chosen, why am I so special? Is this some kind of joke or is it destiny? What purpose do I have here, why can't I just have a normal sleep? One dreamless night is all I ask for, helping someone out each night is kinda draining. Maybe this is all just a dream, or...maybe I'm dead.

Just, please, don't let the horse on the moon catch me.

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Equestria is in the east. Safety and help are in the east. Dragging his grievously injured friend through enemy territory, Lancet just has to keep going toward the sun and he'll get them both out.

Loneliness is powerful, and for this pony, insurmountable.

Written as a form of catharsis during a dark time.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon seem the best of friends. But friendship is only skin-deep, and beneath that skin, Silver Spoon labors under the demands of duty and responsibility.

Recent archaeological expeditions to far-flung corners of the Old Kingdoms have revealed a wealth of pre-Celestian artefacts, dating as far back as the Hearthfire Wars. These artefacts shed a light on an era we of contemporary Equestria really know very little about, and the stories they share range from the highest court intrigues to the humblest backwater folktales.

This account, found engraved in the wall of an old Pegasi garrison known as the Eastmarch, relates the final night of a condemned mare, in one of the last wars of the pre-Celestian era. It has been translated for the benefit of the modern reader.

Pre-read by the inimitable Admiral Biscuit.
And now with a reading from resident crooner Illya Leonov.

Reviewed by Seattle's Angels,13 January 2018