Lurks-no-More

With apologies to T.S. Eliot Let's go, y'all and me, To Ponyville in the evening, under the sky That the pegasi have cleared away; Let's go, through the pony-crowded streets, Passing the couples by Thinking of restless nights in my upstairs room Lying awake beneath the homespun bedsheets With faint scent of lavender Leading to an overwhelming memory... Oh, don't you ask "What is it?" Let's just go and make our visit. The purple plums in the market, piled high, not from here The ruddy peaches with soft fuzz that tickles my muzzle Licking my lips, just the corners of my mouth, Lingering, watchin' the foreign fruits from all over the place The

This story is inspired by and continues Omny87's comic "A Somber Meeting": http://omny87.deviantart.com/art/A-Somber-Meeting-359962328 Go check it out first! If this had been a mediocre horror story, Twilight Sparkle would have woken up with a scream and a start, her still-new wings flared and ready to propel her away from whatever danger her body and sleepy mind had conjured. She probably would have also been drenched in cold sweat, and unsure about where she was and if she had really woken up. In reality, she did nothing of the sort. Twilight stretched languidly in her familiar bed, located in her own bedroom in the upper story of the Po

Her name was really Ivory, but everypony called her Sad Ivory. It was not a very auspicious name, but it fitted her well, for she was a pale and wan little thing, with long thin legs and a lean body that never seemed to fill out, no matter how much she ate. Not that she ever ate much, which worried her foster parents to no end. Ivory had lost her entire family when a ferry capsized during a fall flood. She was one of the handful of survivors, and with no kin to take her in, the little unicorn had been sent to Princess Luna's Orphanage for Unfortunate Foals in Canterlot. She spent the winter at the orphanage. The food was good and plentiful,

To Clover, my foremost apprentice. A year and a day have passed without my return from my quest to plumb Time's depths. Therefore I set out my last will here and appoint thee to execute it with thine usual skill and sedulousness. Let no pony say that they have not received from me what they deserve! To my sister Starbright and her family, I bequeath the mundane wealth I have accumulated, save for the portion in the red chest of my strongroom. That is to be left to my servants and apprentices per instructions therein. To my second greatest apprentice Silvertine, I bequeath my tower and the peak upon which it stands, and everything in the to

Q: Dear Twilight, there's something we've been wondering about for a long time now. If Princess Celestia is the ruler of your country, why is it called the Kingdom of Equestria? A:  That's certainly a good question! I've received several other questions about various aspects of the Equestrian government, too, and this provides me with an excellent starting point for explaining the subject. Equestria is a kingdom because it is the successor to the legacy of the Old Kingdom – the ancestral homeland of the three tribes – via Princess Platinum, who was the eldest daughter and heir presumptive of the last unicorn High King, Aurum III

Chapter Three - It Runs In the Family Nopony knew better than Rarity that the first impressions, although important, could be deceiving. Yet, as she descended the rutted hillside track into Hoofsmouth with her friends, everything she saw and smelled just reinforced the atmosphere of decay and decline. Even the air was unpleasant, for the salty scent of the sea was almost overwhelmed by a nasty rotting odor. "Ugh! What's this stench?" Rainbow Dash asked, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Smells almost like the outhouse after somepony's been eating bad turnips!" Rarity grimaced at the uncouth metaphor, but it wasn't far off the mark. Applejac

"RANBO DAS!" The angry roar rattled the library boughs, making the ponies inside cringe. A floor-shaking *CLOP* was accompanied by the sounds of breaking timbers and crushed bricks, followed by hysterical screams and a thunderously loud "MAH BAD". "Oh! I think there went Berry Punch's house," Pinkie Pie shouted from her observation post at one of the treehouse's upper windows. "She's almost at your house, Dashie, just a few more steps." Rainbow Dash cringed again, feeling the accusing eyes of Fluttershy and Rarity on her. Even Spike looked away from the hastily put-together alchemical workshop in the middle of the room long enough to giv