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    It was a beautiful summer morning in the Whitetail Woods.  Birds chirped happily in the trees, playing in the dappled sunlight shining through the leafy canopy.  A shrill whistle pierced the calm, sending the panicked birds flying.     "Come on, scouts, we're almost at the campsite!"  Cheerilee led her troop of Filly Scouts along the well-worn forest path. There were several dozen of the girls, of varying ages, and all wearing their official green skirts, berets, and sashes displaying their collection of badges.  This was Cheerilee's first official outing as

D&D Ponies 2: Electric Scootaloo -Or- Episode 2: Return of the Poni -Or- 2 Dungeons, 2 Dragons -Or- D2: Judgment Neigh -Or- LARP Free or Die Hard -Or- That Sequel You Wanted It was a dark and stormy night.  Well, actually, it was closer to early afternoon and a light drizzle, but Applebloom wasn't about to split hairs.  Her friends Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were sprawled out beside her on the rug in Twilight's library, bored out of their minds.  This meeting of the Cutie Mark Crusaders was going nowhere, and not even very fast.  Even though they were inside, the dull, grey light coming through the windows and the tapping of the

Fluttershy looked around her cottage.  She breathed a sigh of relief: Angel wasn't here.  She loved the bunny, of course, but she didn't want him to see her now.  It had been a rough day, and she needed some "me" time. She had a checklist for days like this.  She picked up the habit from Twilight, though she would never tell her what it was for.  The doors were locked, the curtains were drawn, check.  She set up a few cushions next to the fireplace and opened the chimney flue.  She didn't bother with firewood, instead lighting a vanilla scented candle.  Only then did she retrieve the carrot from its hiding spot. It looked normal from a dist

The sound of rain reverberated through the back office of Sugarcube Corner, punctuated by the occasional crash of thunder.  A figure sat before the desk in the center of the darkened room, her identity carefully hidden by her cloak.  On the other side, a high-backed swivel chair faced the window.  Its occupant addressed her in a businesslike fashion.  She was all business when it came to the subject they were discussing. "So, you've come to me on this day, the eve of the greatest pranking day of the year, and you ask of me a favor.  Tell me, why should I do this for you?"  The chair swiveled around, revealing a pink earth pony sitting with

The Epic Quest of the Brave Warriors in Search of the Mystic Treasure of the Forgotten City in the Distant Realm of the Lost Lands of the Fearsome Dragon King of Death -Or- Some Ponies Play D&D Grimstar the Black, mighty wizard of the southern deserts, squinted into the hazy distance of the enchanted forest.  He was tall and thin, and the dark indigo robes he wore were covered with eldritch symbols.  Sweat beaded on the jet black skin of his forehead as his staff pulsed with mystic energies, scanning the landscape for danger.  After the mysterious disappearance of their prodigal companion, he was determined to defend his party.  They were