The Blank Flank Princess - I by Twilightdapple, literature
Literature
The Blank Flank Princess - I
Chapter 1: Rainbow Draft
It was morning, the sun was up, and Princess Luna was completely exhausted. The night had been one huge emotional roller-coaster for her, and raising the sun in the morning had taken all of her remaining energy. She crept up the tower stairs to bed, too tired to fly. She was glad that filly Tia needed a lot more sleep, so that she did not get under her hooves any more than she already had. The unknown enemy was obviously succeeding if his aim was to weaken her.
Was this how Tia had felt the evening after she had been forced to exile Nightmare Moon? If it was, then she had all of her sympathy.
"Luna! Luna! It's morn
Pinkie Pie and the Legion - 1 by Twilightdapple, literature
Literature
Pinkie Pie and the Legion - 1
Pinkie Pie and the Legion
Story 1:
Ponies from the Future
The pink party pony called Pinkie Pie bounced happily along as she headed back to her home in Sugarcube Corner from a visit to Fluttershy's cottage. Gummy was not well, and so Pinkie had taken him to the kind-hearted Pegasus pony for medical attention. Fluttershy had immediately diagnosed his problem, and now she was nursing him back to health. The sun was shining, birds were singing, Pinkie was singing, all was right with the world.
Pinkie bounced along her route, not a care in the world. She decided to take a new, longer route jut for the sake of it. Suddenly she noticed a pony
The Blank Flank Princess by Twilightdapple, literature
Literature
The Blank Flank Princess
Prologue
The dark-robed unicorn bowed low on entering the great chamber. It was at least fifty feet high, with a great central column supporting a soaring Gothic vault carved out of the living rock, hidden deep within the mountain of Canterlot. At one end of the chamber was a great throne of ebon stone, and upon that throne, his whole form covered by his dark robes, was another unicorn. His face could not be seen, and only the faint gleam of his scarlet eyes within the cowl of his robe showed that there was a living being within the robe.
"Well, my Servant?" he spoke in a low, sibilant voice, a voice that seemed itself to be disguised. The
Food Fights are Magic by Twilightdapple, literature
Literature
Food Fights are Magic
Food Fights are Magic
Part 1
The Party Pooper
Since her return to Equestria (and frankly to reality, as she felt), Princess Luna had come to understand a little how things had been for the last thousand years. Being magically transformed into Nightmare Moon had meant that she had not really been herself, and her memories of that time were like those of another person. But then, she thought, I really was another person then. I let hate consume me, and that was the worst thing that could have happened. I turned against Celestia, of all ponies, my own sister who loves me more than anyone else.
But that was over now, she was back, and she was
The Blank Flank Princess - I by Twilightdapple, literature
Literature
The Blank Flank Princess - I
Chapter 1: Rainbow Draft
It was morning, the sun was up, and Princess Luna was completely exhausted. The night had been one huge emotional roller-coaster for her, and raising the sun in the morning had taken all of her remaining energy. She crept up the tower stairs to bed, too tired to fly. She was glad that filly Tia needed a lot more sleep, so that she did not get under her hooves any more than she already had. The unknown enemy was obviously succeeding if his aim was to weaken her.
Was this how Tia had felt the evening after she had been forced to exile Nightmare Moon? If it was, then she had all of her sympathy.
"Luna! Luna! It's morn
Pinkie Pie and the Legion - 1 by Twilightdapple, literature
Literature
Pinkie Pie and the Legion - 1
Pinkie Pie and the Legion
Story 1:
Ponies from the Future
The pink party pony called Pinkie Pie bounced happily along as she headed back to her home in Sugarcube Corner from a visit to Fluttershy's cottage. Gummy was not well, and so Pinkie had taken him to the kind-hearted Pegasus pony for medical attention. Fluttershy had immediately diagnosed his problem, and now she was nursing him back to health. The sun was shining, birds were singing, Pinkie was singing, all was right with the world.
Pinkie bounced along her route, not a care in the world. She decided to take a new, longer route jut for the sake of it. Suddenly she noticed a pony
The Blank Flank Princess by Twilightdapple, literature
Literature
The Blank Flank Princess
Prologue
The dark-robed unicorn bowed low on entering the great chamber. It was at least fifty feet high, with a great central column supporting a soaring Gothic vault carved out of the living rock, hidden deep within the mountain of Canterlot. At one end of the chamber was a great throne of ebon stone, and upon that throne, his whole form covered by his dark robes, was another unicorn. His face could not be seen, and only the faint gleam of his scarlet eyes within the cowl of his robe showed that there was a living being within the robe.
"Well, my Servant?" he spoke in a low, sibilant voice, a voice that seemed itself to be disguised. The
Food Fights are Magic by Twilightdapple, literature
Literature
Food Fights are Magic
Food Fights are Magic
Part 1
The Party Pooper
Since her return to Equestria (and frankly to reality, as she felt), Princess Luna had come to understand a little how things had been for the last thousand years. Being magically transformed into Nightmare Moon had meant that she had not really been herself, and her memories of that time were like those of another person. But then, she thought, I really was another person then. I let hate consume me, and that was the worst thing that could have happened. I turned against Celestia, of all ponies, my own sister who loves me more than anyone else.
But that was over now, she was back, and she was
The Turning of the Screwball 2 by WarrenHutch, literature
Literature
The Turning of the Screwball 2
The following morning found Rarity hard at work tracing patterns on a length of shimmering cloth in her workroom, humming softly to herself. Sweetie Belle was home with their parents, and so she only had her surly cat Opalescence to keep her company.
To be perfectly candid, she was grateful for a chance to work in peace without dreading the inevitable crashes, splashes, scatterings, and tearing noises, or the strident denials and/or weeping apologies that followed them, when her sister was underhoof.
She let out a clipped sigh and adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose as a frantic, staccato tapping came to the front door of her