HiddenBrony

        A cyan earth pony slammed the door shut to her and her sister's establishment in an exhausted huff. Through the glass door, she could see the mass of ponies walking dejectedly away from their spa, heads hung low and dripping with chocolate. "This may be a spa in which we beautify the ponies of Ponyville, but we are not a place for free baths!" she groaned, putting a hoof on her forehead and shaking it. Her pink mane fell over her eyes as she freed it from her hairband, putting an early end to a busy day.        "Don't worry about it, Aloe!" a happier voice chimed in. Staring up, Aloe could see her sister above, staring out a window

        Applejack couldn't help but stare as the beast known as Black Bull took a step toward the gathered ponies, the mare instinctively putting herself inbetween the demon and Fluttershy. Braeburn put himself inbetween his injured officer and looked unsuredly between Black Bull and Applejack. How exactly had the jail kept Bull imprisoned when... that lurked just beneath his coat? It didn't make sense.        "'Jackie! Get away from him!" He fought every urge to call Black Bull 'it,' in fear that he might offend the hulking, blazing behemoth of a pony.        Fluttershy's hooves stayed firm on the ground, out of fright or some unearthed

        Cheerilee busied herself in the Library's kitchen, her upbeat humming in harmony with the mid-morning sunlight that beamed through the window. Truly, she felt at the top of her game, ready to tackle anything to day might throw at her–and rightly, it would throw everything it could. Putting together a pair of daisy sandwiches, Cheerilee couldn't help but start to bend her back legs a bit, hopping about and dancing to some imaginary tune.        It wasn't long at all before she was shaking what her momma gave her. "Who's a silly pony~!" Cheerilee sang, a foalish smile on her face. Swinging about, Cheerilee started to lose herself in t

        The Blue Mare, in what Twilight Sparkle was sure was false advertising, had its walls painted in an array of seductive reds. Gold trim bordered all the rooms and doorways, including the fake windows that dotted the walls. The small alcoves were home to an array of roses and other romantic flowers, which were accented with the complex floral pattern on the carpeting, with its green vines and red flowers. It was the perfect spot for a romantic evening.        "It's a bit much, isn't it?" Cheerilee asked, her voice tinged with boredom. Twilight snapped back to attention as the schoolteacher went on. "I swear, I read the exact same kind

        "And that concludes the fundamental theorem of Calculus. Anypony have any questions?" Cheerilee asked her class, her bright eyes scanning the room for any glazed over expressions. Luckily, her fears were unfounded as even Snips and Snails seemed excited over the prospect of math, of all things. "Very good, class. Now, I know you all have been waiting very patiently for class to end, and seeing that it's such a nice day out, I think I can turn you all loose early for the day–"         With an unnatural roar, the class exploded into a frightful din, the students immediately starting to pack their school utensils into their desks a

        "And remember everypony, the book reports on Dr. Hoofslove's classic story about being quiet and loving his fans is due this Monday!" Cheerilee said, giving her class her best and brightest smile to combat the chorus of groans and various foally headdesks. She lightheartedly chuckled at her class' usual demeanor toward homework and dismissed the legions of children to the unprepared streets of Ponyville. As Cheerilee watched them all flee, she sighed wistfully, watching the clock on the wall tick just past three. The red, one-room schoolhouse echoed a certain soundlessness that, ever since Heart

I'm sorry to hear about your parents... Th-thanks. It–it was a shock. I keep going over it in my head. Day after day I stay away from Canterlot, I really didn't think... I never considered for a moment they wouldn't be there if I ever came back. You mean you didn't know if you'd ever come back? No! I mean, I don't know. I've made so many changes in my life, that I hadn't thought that far ahead. I guess it's all so overwhelming. I understand. It's hard losing someone so close. To lose two is just, ugh, I don't want to imagine it! Well... I feel awful saying this, but I was never really... close, to my parents. Don't misunderstand me,

    Discord swirled the clouds around him, a gleeful chuckle escaping his lips as the spun clouds started to turn pink. Floating them above his head, he clapped his mitts together as the new cloudforms took off into the sky, finding their white brethren and infecting them into a delicious treat. Satisfied that the problem would take care of itself, Discord's newest target made herself clear to him with a scream.    Up above, a griffin spun around her cloud nest, trying desperately to keep the home from falling apart. Wooden sticks, perfectly placed on hard-packed cloudstuff started to sink into the hastily sweetening surface, large chunks o

    It was as good as a place to start as any. Draped in an inexpressive gray landscape, the Pie Rock Farm lay as dormant and sediment filled as ever. The weather above looked as happy and sun filled as ever. And, as ever, he could feel the ponies celebrating in their Harmony.    He would have to change that.    There were too many things that were uniform, and as he walked nonchalantly through the melting sea of chocolate dirt, he took some delight in the feeling of goo on his scaly tail. Slipping his head around, he sampled his newest creation with a quick lick, face melding to that of some deliriously happy child. Slipping his head bet

        It was a hot summer's day on Sweet Apple Acres, and Applejack was on fire. Or at least, some of the wood that burned brightly above her was. Dust, soot, and smoke swirled around the hellish landscape around her as flames licked greedily at the dry wood. Her lovely baby blue hotel room had been replaced with wooden slivers and stakes which peppered the walls. In front of her, Silverback's barrel was speckled with debris, the stallion's lifeless eyes staring straight into hers. Applejack hated to admit it, but it would seem Silverback's enormous girth had saved her from the blast.        "Blast...?" Applejack coughed, her lungs reject