Pinkie Pie foal-sits for the Cakes.

Editor: Cormac McCloppy
Pre-reader: Achron

A long time ago, my family moved to Appleloosa, and we ain't had no luck since. We tried growing apples, but our orchards just never took right. Now, the bank's gonna repossess unless we can get some bits together real fast.

No, we ain't never been lucky, but in that ring, I don’t need luck. I’m one win away from saving our farm, and Granny says that tonight I’m fighting some fancy unicorn named Blueblood. I hear he's real fast, but there ain’t no way I’m losing with so much on the line.

This ain't gonna be pretty. In fact, I can just about guarantee it’ll be real, real ugly.

Edited by Pascoite.

Additional help from SongCoyote, Steel Resolve, Dragonas77, Skeeter the Lurker, Seether00, and RainbowBob

Cover image by viwrastupr

In a world ravaged by the living dead, one man has outlasted those with far more strength, speed, and experience. His only advantages are his uncanny luck and peculiar inspiration. This inspiration has never led him astray and even promises a fresh start. All he has to do is build a strange device that follows no earthly science.

While Earth’s story might be over, this cog-jockey’s has just begun.

Look, I heard you the first time! Yeesh, I wish you'd stop staring at me, as if you're reading my thoughts. 'Cuz if you could, then you'd know that while this is the first thing I'd want to do, it's also the last! I mean, horseapples, things would be a heck of a lot easier if I'd known ahead of time that Twilight and the rest of the girls had only packed three sleeping bags instead of six for this mountain hike! For realsies, if you had any friggin' clue how many restless nights I've spent thinking about you, fantasizing situations like this, then you'd know... you would freaking know how impossible it is for me to actually... sh-share a sleeping bag with my totally not-sexy-in-any-way best friend... (*ULP*) ... overnight... s-so that we could keep our bodies warm in the cold, cold forest. Grnnnng! Alright... alright! I'll do it! Of c-course I'll do it! I'm awesome! I'm not afraid of anything! Okay... I can do this... I can totally do this... I can... I can... I-I...

Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash are falling. To their deaths, probably. It wouldn’t be much of a problem, but unfortunately for Twilight, Rainbow Dash enjoys herself way more than the situation should allow.

Edited by Aragon and Section
Vectors by slb94 and skie-vinyl

Nightmare Night, the one evening where all your worst dreams come true, is almost over...or is it? With Luna's moon still glimmering over Ponyville, the Apple family gathers together in their storm cellar to exchange scary stories before turning in for the night.

Some comments contain spoilers!

Entry for HONORABLE MENTION in the Poniverse Nightmare Night Contest

Don't Sit Near the Apple Tree (with Anypony Else but Me) - told by Granny Smith: A young Granny Smith finds a dying apple tree in the orchard. Anypony who goes to chop it down is never seen again.
I See Dead Ponies - told by Apple Bloom: Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle spend the night in a haunted cottage but when their stay becomes miserable, they receive unlikely help.
Fiddlin' Amok - told by Applejack: Fiddlesticks auditions for the Canterlot Chamber Orchestra which soon becomes cursed when she doesn't get in. Contains gore.

When Ditzy is accused of stealing the Crystal Empire's coronation crown while it was on display in Canterlot, the newly crowned Twilight Sparkle quickly finds herself wrapped up in proving Ditzy's innocence, all the while avoiding the ever closing inspector of the Royal Equestrian Police Nationale

When Twilight is accused of nepotism, her friends rush to her defense! Sortof.

Written in four hours during a speed-writing exercise. Totally unedited. Enjoy!

Sunset Shimmer discovers herself in an apartment with Anon. They have a pointless argument. The Universe and the foundations of knowledge are questioned. There is no satisfactory resolution.

Applejack tells you her only secret.
It is about a hole.
The breathing, living hole in her face.

(Inspired by the cover image and a recurring dream)