Inspector Pinkie in: The Case of the Runaway BrideIt was mid-morning over Ponyville. Specifically, over the cottage of a certain yellow Pegasus.Inspector Pinkie in: The Case of the Runaway Bride by RandomRedneck1990
“I keep telling you, the dress looked fine yesterday. You’re really gonna think about another alteration hours before the wedding?”
Twilight Sparkle and Rarity headed up the path to Fluttershy’s door.
“Oh it’s just a minor one. I’m sure I could accentuate the butterflies on the bridal runner...ooh, or maybe add a few gems on the veil. Or maybe...”
Twilight had to grab her before she walked straight into the door while rambling.
“Ahem. Yes, thank you Darling. Fluttershy? Oh, Fluttershy.”
Knocking on the door, they were greeted with silence. Casting a confused look at each other, Rarity knocked again. And were surprised when the door creaked open. Twilight poked her head inside.
“Fluttershy? Are you home?”
The two ponies walked inside the cottage, not seeing hide nor feather of her.
“She’s probably out tending t
What A Drag“I can’t believe I let him talk me into this.”What A Drag by RandomRedneck1990
A mare strolled down the streets of Ponyville. She was a light teal color, with a dark blonde mane, and a nice red dress. She also seemed fairly annoyed about something.
“The things I do for that man...”
She neared the front of a fancy restaurant, a bookish, orange haired stallion standing outside.
“Fashionably late I see. Still, you do look rather fetching.”
The mare simply rolled her eyes.
“Page, you realize if anyone finds out about this, your little secret is going to be out, right?”
The stallion, one Page Turner, simply adjusted his glasses.
“Trust me babe, no one is going to be any the wiser. Frankly, you make a pretty mare.”
The mare in question was Page’s date, a pony by the name of Summer Flower. And also Page’s boyfriend.
“How did you convince me to do this again?”
Love MuffinIt was that time of year again in Ponyville. The familiar lovey-dovey feeling was being felt all over town. Yes, Hearts and Hooves day was fast approaching. Couples all over town were already getting into the spirit of things, preparing for romantic dates and such. The holiday was particularly on the mind of one little filly on her way home from school, though not for the reason you’d think. Dinky Hooves had no interest in colts yet. She’d made that very clear to that annoying one from Trottingham. No, she was more concerned for...Love Muffin by RandomRedneck1990
“Mom, I’m home! Mom?”
Stepping into the living room of her house, she spotted her(Currently napping) mother, the bubble flanked, and slightly bubble headed, Derpy Hooves, snoozing happily, with an empty mail bag still slung over her shoulder.
“I keep telling her she shouldn’t nap on the couch. Mom, wake up....mom? Mom...MOM!”
The slightly irritated filly’s shouting didn’t do anything;H