Times are tough for Twilight Sparkle, mare-at-arms in the Equestrian Royal Guard. But it’s the only life she’s ever known. Somewhat related, Celestia’s faithful student is suddenly floundering in his own role.
Celestia was a filly living on an isolated farm and harboring dreams of greatness. Chrysalis was a black goo poured out from a wound in the walls of reality and with a weak grasp on the amount of fangs one should have. Friendship happened.
You are Anon. Or, at least, you used to be. Sort of. Now you're a filly. Let's just say, you're not thrilled with the change. And with it comes some unforseen consequences.
Ditzy Do's eyes aren't broken. There's nothing wrong with her. She's just watching something. Something in the corner of your eye. For Goddess's sake, don't look.
Rainbow Dash remembers. She remembers Daddy. Now, more than ever, she knows what needs to be done. There are no oceans too large, no continents too vast, no lengths too great that will stop her from making a return: the Return of His Little Dashie.
During the cold winter nights, when everypony is snuggled up next to their fire places at home, Lyra continues to play her music into the night. Though, it does get awful lonely, and incredibly cold when she's out there by herself.
You, despite all the countless hours of hard work, feel frustrated over the fact you're getting no where with your art. That's why you've decided to seek aid and companionship with a close friend.
Gallus wants to ask Sliverstream out to lunch. One problem, he's really bad at opening up about his feelings. So, he tells a fib to deflect from his true intentions, and things just escalate from there.
With Rainbow Dash’s Wonderbolt career blossoming, she finds herself seeing her closest friends less and less. On one of her free days, she decides to pay her oldest friend a visit, and reminisce on times long past, and what’s to come.
Life living inside the Changeling hive is honestly pretty baller. Everyone keeps to themselves. You get to 'hang out' with the Changeling Queen. But when you get scolded for cleaning your belly-button lint in public, you learn something special.
In a world of snakes and ladders, Rarity has had to learn a single, simple fact: It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single mare who desires fame and success must, without a doubt, be a social-climbing bitch.