The rickety door of a Little Canterlot apartment opened up the harsh whining from the hinges. First through the door was Ashton, a small Diamond Dog at least by their standards, and following just behind helped by Ashton's strong paws was Brilliant Quill, a fat and overstuffed unicorn. Ash let go of one of Quill's legs and took a fat purse from his mouth passing it to a nearby table; the purse landing with a dulll chime. He pulled that pot back to quills leg patting his hoof with a smile, &ld

You stood outside a mostly intact building; a sign made of several letters scavenged from neon signs spelt out “The Greasy Slut”. You paused on the space after the ‘T’, an ‘S’ was there at some point but judging by the large ‘S’ leaning against the building. It must have falling at some point. You shook your head pulling yourself back to the sign. “What is this place?” you asked aloud. The world answered back with the normal sounds

You rolled awkwardly in your sleep when a deep chill rolled through your fur. You were satisfied for a moment till the wind tickled at your ear forcing a flick of your ear. The same chill spreading from your ears and cooling your head. You ground your teeth while scrunching into a tighter ball when the strongest gust yet fatly flowed through your fur and chilled you to your deepest core. Your ball tightened along with a powerful shivering that pulled you from what little sleep your mind has

The skyline of Los Ponso was a flurry of city sounds like it always was. Car horns bleared while they waited in afternoon traffic. Ponies of all shapes and sized talked and laughed while they walked or waddled the near endless miles of sidewalks. Parts of the city sang with thumping music as ponies battled it out for loudest stereos. And mixed into all of the overlay, the sounds of guns and slurping gulps snaked from in the seediest parts of the city to its brightest and cheeriest. The stat

The skies around Ponyville’s Schoolhouse rang brightly as the school day, and the week in fact, came to a close. The bell’s cheerful rings billowed out from the schoolhouse, signaling the freedom of youth. The bell was quite the favorite to many ponies, a signal both loved and dreaded by the cornucopia of ponies the lived in Ponyville.
While the bell continued to signal the stampedes to come, the schoolyard sprang to life with a resurgence of ponies. The surrounding air flooded wi

A massive pair of double doors opened up with a hefty groan. Through them, a chubby white mare, Snow Veil, carried herself, each of her hoofsteps sending light ripples through her chubby form. Her wobbling rump drummed the songs of lunch. The room was a simple sun room, nothing beyond ordinary for a mare of wealth, though its most prominent feature was a large table with accompanying chair. From certain perspectives, Snow might have seemed overcome by the beauty of the massive oak table, tho