A pony wakes up to enjoy his 742nd day in Paradise. He should be alright, though. As long as he doesn't resist the soothing voice inside his head. Or any of the strings tied to him.
I'm not that old, really. My mane and tail haven't even turned grey yet. Now, because of the actions of a pony I've never met, they won't ever get the chance to.
Twilight Sparkle forgets to take her medicine one day and pursues a hazardous quest of holistic introspection. Milk, socks, griffin cuisine and toilet humor are contemplated.
My name is Octavia. I play the piano. I'm not sure that's the best introduction, but it's the one I've used for most of my life, so maybe it will do for now.
Twilight awakens in a world beset by eternal night, caused by the death of Princess Celestia and Luna and the destruction of the Canterlot palace. Can Twilight bring back the sun, save Equestria, and bring history's most vicious murderer to just
The Foal Protective Services finally managed to separate mother and daughter, having spent years in waiting for Ditzy to fumble. Now Dinky is stuck with foster parents, and everything continues to go downhill from there.