Coral Pukei-Pukei





Tyson was an unknown. A new hunter on the scene. His armor hadn’t even been scratched by a Jagras. Yet he’d picked up this hunt. Coral Pukei-Pukei. The flight by Wing Drake was painful. His hook line had gotten tangled around his ankle, flipping him ass-end over teakettle the entire flight. When they’d finally arrived, the Wing Drake had to scrape him off on a large chunk of c

Shrieking Legiana





Griffin panted and gasped as he was knocked back, yet again, by a wave of ice. His shield was holding up just fine, but this thing was beyond aggressive. His sword was long sense in need of a sharpening, but he didn’t get a moment to rest in order to sharpen. Wave after wave after wave of ICE slammed into his shield, sent him tumbling, or generally gave him hell. Peeking up over the rim o

They say when you dream something multiple times, it’s bound to come true. Keep dreaming you’re a millionaire, someday you will be. Keep dreaming you own a Ferrari, someday you will. Keep dreaming you get eaten alive by a giant fifty foot long snake that broke out of its enclosure at the zoo, made its way down thirty miles of highway without getting run over, slipped into your house late at night and into your room without alerting the dogs or cats… no way that’ll happen

Sierra’s Pony

Pie





Sierra stared down at her partner, master, friend and lover. Artemis was a… strange sort. When she’d met him, he was transporting gems to the little troll, Flurry Heart. Then she’d made a meal of him but something… changed. Something about him was different. He hadn’t been afraid when she’d eaten him. Hadn’t eve

Ebony Odogaron.





Hunters had been falling left and right. Dragged back to the main hub by the Palico Recovery Team, they’d be covered in scars, bites and injuries that, without the healing ability of the medical practitioners, would end the careers of lesser men and women. One hunter, however, recognized the injuries. Slashes across the armor, bite wounds glistening with saliva. The slashes were what drove

Nightmare Moon, the Princess of Fear.





Twilight stared at the castle in front of them, amazed that they’d made it. Walking into the forest hadn’t been any trouble. They’d come across a river that was being writhed and frothed by a thrashing sea serpent. He’d been calmed by Rarity removing her own tail and merging it with his face to make the mustache whole. An act of pure generosity. The f

The Witches Princesses.





Twilight and Rarity stood at the very top of Mount Canterhorn. Their fur cloaks whipped in the wind, their legs chilled by the frozen air. But Rarity’s
plan would be seen through to the end. Today, Rarity achieved her greatest triumph. Today, Rarity claimed the ultimate prize of any Witch. “Are you certain, mistress?” Twilight asked and Rarity nodded. Tw

Sunbutt Salutation.





Many ponies saw Celestia as a goddess. Or at the very least a deity. They worshiped her as if she were their divine overseer. The ground she walked on was holy land. The air she breathed was divine air. Even the water she bathed in was considered a “Holy Elixir”. It still amazed Celestia how many ponies would
buy
her bath water to drink it in some