Alicorns.





Twilight wasn’t sure if she should be concerned or delighted at how eager Princess Luna was to help with the Bestiary.

“Alicorns are quite different to your average pony.” She was saying as Twilight hooked her up to as many sensors as she could without getting invasive. “As you are aware, Earth Ponies boast incredible strength. Some Pegasi are faster tha

Pegasi





Twilight sighed. She knew her notes were writing themselves, but her circumstances could have been better.

She hadn’t wanted to use her friends for the bestiary updates. Applejack had volunteered… and Twilight had tried to find other willing participants. It was hard to find another Earth Pony willing to “undergo an untested magical transformation that would all

Unicorns.





Twilight had a choice. A large selection really.

Minuette. A friend she’d essentially abandoned to go off on a quest she’d self-inflicted upon herself. Sure Minuette didn’t seem all that broken up about it, she even lived in Ponyville so seeing her was easy.

Lyra Heartstrings. Another friend she’d essentially abandoned. Twiligh

Artemis stared into the gaping maw of her aunt Pinkie. Her face was flushed, her wings stiff, her pupils sunk into pin pricks. Part of her knew, deep down, that she should be terrified. She should teleport away, run, escape. Anything. Except just sit there, staring into that pink abyss. Just last week she’d watched her aunt Pinkie Pie devour a cake twice her own size in a single bite. The bulge in her stomach had vanished immediately. As in, within a fraction of a second, Pinkie’s st

“This is crazy.”

“I know.”

“I never shoulda let you talk me int’ this.”

“I know.”

“Let’s get it over with.”

Twilight and Applejack sat across from each other. The camera floated nearby. Sitting between them was the potion that would make Applejack’s body more flexible and elastic for the next for

Stream 5





The camera buzzes to life. This time there is fanfare. Digital, yes, but confetti covers the screen, a tune is played on what sounds like a dozen trumpets, and a pair of animated characters appear on the screen. One looks like a cartoon-ified version of the host of the stream, jumping up into frame. The other is an animated version of the bunny girl. The two of them do a quick little dance before retrea

The Jaggies.





They weren’t typically a problem. Small lizards, not even half the size of the “Great” counterpart. Jagras were scavengers. Small, nimble, quick. They typically ate whatever Great Jagras didn’t. They were also rather easy to kill. Hunters to the New World and Astera always started their journey by slaying anywhere between 6 and 20 Jagras. They weren’t dangerous. At all.

Stream 4





The camera buzzed to life, an excitable little rabbit’s face taking up the screen. They smiled, winking before sitting back. Behind them, fiddling with something off camera, was the usual host. “Heya folks. So we haven’t quite reached the donation goal yet, so our little fairy friend won’t be spelunking with a coating a wolf spunk. We’re all hoping for the goal to be made t