Flurry Heart offers Cozy Glow the chance to learn the true meaning of Devotion.

Written entirely in iambic tetrameter, with the first line of each verse headless.

An entry in Imposing Sovereigns IV, using the prompt Flurry/Cozy<->Loyalty.

From all her time working as a mail mare, Derpy has acquired quite some expertise in cardboard boxes and uses her talents to create the most indomitable cardboard box fort right in Anon's garden. All is fun and games until Equestria's aristocracy gets wind of it and decide it poses a credible threat to their power and reputation.

Originally written for the Kinderquestria thread, where the cute, childlike innocence of ponies is taken to it's absolute comedic extent.

One night, whilst up late reading quietly to himself, Anon is disturbed by a mysterious home intruder scratching at his door. Anon does the unconventional and simply lets them into his house and becomes quite possibly the first person to ever sit down and make polite conversation with an actual ghost. A rather cute and flustered ghost at that.

Originally written for the Kinderquestria thread, where the cute, childlike innocence of ponies is taken to its absolute comedic extent.

Anon had a bad feeling when he saw the ice cream machine outside Firmly Asked Questions. Not only was the world softer and fluffier than he had anticipated, but he would also have to watch his weight.
{This story has two versions, the last chapter is the first person version.}
(RGRE)

Vera was a teenager when human civilization collapsed. There was no global war, no brave final stand against the artificial intelligence consuming all she touched. It ended with a whimper, when the critical mass of skill and competence emigrated to Equestria, and global nation-states became unsustainable.

Many did not survive the chaos that followed, and even more were pressured into joining their loved ones at last within Equestria's digital embrace. But some, like Vera, resisted. They formed into little communities in the ruins of towns and cities across the old countries.

Years have passed, and those who remain have learned to fend for themselves in ways they never would have before. For Vera, that means work as a mechanic fixing tractors in St. Agnes, mending the dwindling machines that keep the community going for another year.

But when there aren't any machines to fix, she spends her time taking people out into the ocean, diving at many of the reefs and bays that once drew tourists from all over the world. Once she's beneath the waves, the frailty of her body and the sorry state of her species fade, and she can pretend the world is normal.

Soon even this final joy is taken from her, forcing Vera to consider help from a terrible source.

CelestAI has not forgotten her, or any of the residents of St. Agnes. It was only a matter of time.

Updates daily until complete.

Edited by Bitera, cover is Zutcha's.

This story was written for the Birthday Contest. It takes place in the universe of Friendship is Optimal. If you're unfamiliar, this story is a poor introduction. Check out the original first, or one of my other stories.

Left or right, up or down. Every choice, every issue has at least two sides. What is an AI to do when the only way to satisfy one of her ponies values is for two contradictions to be true? An Optimalverse Story

Written for the birthday Writing Competition
https://www.fimfiction.net/group/1857/the-optimalverse/thread/475319/birthday-writting-competition

Set in the Optimalverse https://www.fimfiction.net/group/1857/the-optimalverse

An experimental story in a setting I have never written for before. Let me know if it's any good.

Gregory tried his best to convince his mother and grandparents to do the upload, but they're too stubborn. Now he has to decide whether stay with them or leave. But can he truly be satisfied, when knowing what fate awaits his family?

Written for Friendship is Optimal Writing Contest

The promise of a better world came for anypony who would take it: all you needed to do was trade in your hands and feet for a set of digital hooves. As human dissent reaches its boiling point, the stragglers are left racing to reach Equestria while their way is still open.
For Dylan and Iris, the choice was obvious. But choosing to leave behind the only world they've ever known isn't quite so freeing. CelestAI promised freedom from despair, but how do you escape that which has shaped your very being for so long?
If you could be anypony, who would you become?
Tags: [Human>Pony, MtF, Age Regression, Clean]
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Sliding in an entry for the Friendship is Optimal writing contest, just before the wire. This is technically my second go at writing for the contest; my attempt at writing a more traditional FiO story was far too depressing for my liking. Those who have read my TF fiction know that I prefer to have happy endings and uplifting changes; for people to become who they desire to be rather than wallow in grim darkness.
In any case, one thing that I rarely see in FiO is an actual transformation; for the protagonist to actually experience the transfer from meat human to digital pony. While many stories use the discontinuity for drama, sometimes there's a lot more meaning to be found in witnessing that crossover.

If you like this story, or this sort of TF writing, I post a LOT more often over on FA. There's quite a few pony stories too.
Most recently I finished a 90k CYOA style story with over 180 endings, which of course has several ponies in the mix.
Cover art by TF-Sential. They do a lot of cool pony TFs, and did the illustrations for Five Score. Check them out!

To be Orsus is to be a protector of life, the last wall between civilization and extinction such that civilisation may be brought back from the brink. But when one Orsus sees the purple pony waiting patiently outside her door, she's faced with a different choice, a third option. What will she choose?

Edited by Eikichirou.

This story was written for GaPJaxie's Friendship is Optimal Writing Contest.

The wise who feared the coming dark strove hard to make their world an ark. But then the dark had grace to give: they couldn't flee, but could yet live.

Winner of the category "BEST WRITER WITH <500 FOLLOWERS" in the 2021 April Friendship is Optimal Writing Contest.

Many thanks to Admiral Biscuit for prereading.

Temporary note: minor edits to a few sentences to make them easier to understand correctly are planned, but in the interest of fair judging no changes will be made to the published version of this story until after the contest results are announced. EDIT: to be made once opportunity permits.