Well, this was unusual. Trixie Lulamoon was not usually a pony to invite ponies over to her home for tea and cakes, let alone Twilight Sparkle of all mares. Sure, Starlight would be there as well, because Trixie had reckoned that just her and Twilight locked in her little wagon alone for a few hours might end badly. But this was a new year, and a new Trixie. No more petty rivalries, no more deeds of questionable morality. She’d helped to save the day that one time, after all, and she was h

It might not be as beautiful and elegant as Canterlot, or as picturesque and cosy as Ponyville, but Hearths Warming Eve in Manehattan was still a sight to behold. There were lights [i]everywhere[/i], great nets of fairy lights and coloured lanterns of red, white and green. The tall buildings, coated with the snow, all seemed to be in competition with each other, vying to be the merriest landmark in the city. Even the great statue that stood by the ocean had received a festive makeover, a bright

The bed was small, old and covered in suspicious-looking stains, but that was no matter to its occupant. Shining Armor had always been a heavy sleeper. It was no wonder why, given the amount of exercise he did every day. There weren't many ponies who were put to work quite as much as the unicorn, even if he was still a teenager. Not that he ever got much credit for his work ethic, but that was his lot in life. He was used to it by now. What Shining wasn't so used to was waking up alone. Throwing

The girls assembled in their thrones around the map. They had met there many times before to discuss all sorts of world-saving quests, friendships lessons, and so forth. Now, Twilight Sparkle brought the newest topic to the Elements of Harmony.
“OK, girls. Did we all come up with a good idea?” she asked. There was a collective nodding of heads.
“Easy! My idea’s gonna blow. Your. Minds,” said Rainbow Dash confidently, lounging in her chair with her forelegs crossed.

It was evening when the rest of the Wonderbolts finally decided to call it a day and head back to the lockers. Fleetfoot had retired early, citing tightness in her wings which she didn’t want to aggravate. This had left the rest of the team present that day-Spitfire, Soarin and Rainbow Dash-working on drills and routines for an hour or so before heading back. The three pegasi landed on the track and made their way back to the locker room on hoof, giving their tired wings a rest. They were

After a couple of warm-up drinks, during which they powered through the usual conversations that ponies have when they’ve not seen each other for a little while, the three of them left Shamrocks bar and headed down the corner. Cliffhanger was taking the lead, knowing the city better than either of his companions. He was also the better talker, which made him the undisputed nomination to be the one who had to talk to any bouncers. The big, grey coated pegasus stallion walked with a natural