Happy Hearts and Hooves Day 2.





Luna stared across the hallway, staring directly at the wolf that would stand opposite her in their pecking order. No guards were allowed to be in the room at the moment. Celestia was busy. In a meeting. The wolf’s ear was perked towards the door, listening incase something happened that wasn’t supposed to happen. Luna wished her ears were that good, but she also wished

Rakshasa





Stories abound about a single creature. Evil was a gentle term for them. They got a sick pleasure out of devouring their victims. Outwardly, they looked like big cats. Tigers, lions, panthers, jaguars. In truth, they were shape shifters. Many in Zebrica and Saddle Arabia saw them as Djinn, or Genies. Granting wishes in exchange for freedom. Some were much like that. Bound to objects, such as lamps or la

Holiday Weight






Pinkie was an unusual pony. Her friends had seen her bore through the ground by turning her mane into a drill. They’d seen her break into tiny pieces and literally put herself back together. They’d even seen her go from happy as can be to almost a puddle on the floor. What none of them had ever seen, which Rainbow got to see first hoof, was Pinkie eat a pony

Nightmare Night Noms.





Luna stared at the group of fillies before her, one ear quirked down, her lip curled, and her eyes clearly confused. “Apologies… but you want us to what?” She asked and Sweetie, dressed as a young kirin, stepped up.

“Turn into Nightmare Moon. A lot of ponies wanted to do a haunted house, but they didn’t have a big scare at the end and

A Snake-Speriment.





For as long as she could remember, Twilight had been terrified of snakes. Even if they were tiny little snakes that could be missed at a passing glance, she’d been absolutely terrified of them. And she wanted to know exactly why. Biologically, it made sense. As a pony, it was an ingrained feeling. They were small, easy to miss, and if you weren’t paying attention, you could step on

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