A recurring nightmare convinces Luna that, since her return, she has never regained her sister's complete trust. And at the forthcoming Festival of the Eclipse, she decides to make amends with a bold gesture.

But Luna's solution causes consequences she never anticipated. Consequences the whole world will feel. Now, Celestia and Luna must set forth on an adventure that will take them even into Tartarus itself, and set everything right before it's too late.

And if they're lucky, they'll rediscover the trust they once had a thousand years ago.

"She is our Shield, the benevolent protector of all ponykind. This was not always so. She was once a ghost, unfortunate enough to be forged anew in the fires of fate, and cursed to bear a sharpened edge that our foes would do well to beware."

Spiritual companion to Pest Control.
Review by the magnanimous PaulAsaran!

It's acceptable for fillies to have imaginary friends.
But ponies grow tired of your stories as you grow older.
Fluttershy wishes she was lying.

Story idea by my friend Madison.
Thanks to Noble Thought

While teaching Spike math one afternoon, Twilight comes up with a solution of 'sixty-nine'. Spike can't stop laughing enough to tell her what's so funny, so she's going to find out.

Oh, she will find out.

Edited by Syeekoh

Preread by RainbowRick, thanks to both of you!

This was originally meant to be my sixty-nine follower special, but other stuff came up and...yeah. I eventually got around to it. Enjoy!

For as long as we can remember, I have lived in my sister's shadow.

We strive to escape this impossible world within which we survive. Since I was naught but a filly, my dear sister has done nothing but eclipse us and force us to remain reclusive. We dream one day to find a pony who sees the same beauty in my night that we do, but the dreams we find are ever filled with her accursed sun.

This is not how we imagined our life. It is our wish to become the light. The only light.

(First-person Luna mental trip. Hope you guys like it! Courtesy to Cyb3rdr4g0nGR for cover art.)

Just the typical adventures of my four-year-old son with his ponies.