The Blank Flank Princess - IChapter 1: Rainbow DraftThe Blank Flank Princess - I by Twilightdapple
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 morning! Morning!"
Luna very nearly said something quite unmentionable and very un-princess-like to the little filly who had jumped on her back. Thankfully she was able to control herself and just groaned very loudly.
"Oh, Tia, I've been awake all night, I'm tired, and I need to go to sleep before I just pass out here on the stairs."
"But who'll play with
Pinkie Pie and the Legion - 1Pinkie Pie and the Legion - 1 by Twilightdapple
Pinkie Pie and the Legion
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 she had never seen before, a mare with a yellow mane and tail, and a red coat with white socks. The mare was sitting under a tree reading, and she was wearing a fashionable green saddle that concealed her cutie mark.
"Hello, Pinkie Pie," the red mare said. Pinkie frowned.
"I never saw you before, so how do you know who I am?"
"Oh, I know," the young mar
The Blank Flank PrincessPrologueThe Blank Flank Princess by Twilightdapple
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 servant bowed again.
"I have brought the ponies you requested, my Master," he answered in a tone of the deepest reverence. The Master's glowing scarlet eyes surveyed the pair in silence for a while before he spoke at last.
"My little ponies, for too long Princess Celestia has insisted that all ponies are created equal, as if she were our creator. She
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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 herself again. The trouble was that being herself meant that she was smaller, not as powerful as Celestia, and frankly she was a rather moody teenager. But on the plus side, now it seemed that ponies had changed, they enjoyed the night, they liked her moon. It made her laugh (though it was a very quiet laugh most of the time) to see young ponies out h
The Turning of the Screwball 2The 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.The Turning of the Screwball 2 by WarrenHutch
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 boutique. Tucking her charcoal pencil behind her ear, she trotted out through her empty showroom, wondering if she'd forgotten to hang up her "Back in 5 Minutes" sign.
The door shimmered with her magic and swung open wide enough for her to look out. "Hello? Can I help... you..." She trailed off as she looked out on empty air. She let out a mild huff and