There are stories of long bridges many of them. There are stories of crashes walks along them. But I never would have thought of what I found. I wake up learning that an event happen. I am three hundred or more years some say even longer late. But this is my story of how I met the Battle Creek Battalion. A battalion that normally doesn't come out this far. But they came out here for a hunt there is a rumor there are secrets on Maniack island. Secrets I know nothing about. This island was a tourist trap. What do they expect to find on that island?

But the problem is we are so far from the right side. From what I have learned it's a training group trying to learn what has happen to the rest of Michigan since most of them are from Battle Creek and Kalamazoo.

I would like to Thank my Editor Dragonoidsix Seekers for taking time with editing this story.

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This story is based on PAP ponies after people made by StarScribe

This story is a sequel to A Dragon's Trek to Michigan

{A recording on a tape recorder plays.}

May 23rd, 2015. The world changed, I want to be able to explain but I can't. Greetings to any other souls out there. I'm known as Russell, but a friend I have gained through my journey named me Malla. I have been with her ever since The Event happened, traveling from Wyoming to Michigan. You ask yourself, are you really alone in this new world? What happen to this world? All I know is that most of the world vanished in one night.

I for one sadly don't know but there is hope. I am held up in a old Meijers, near the Kellogg airport. Don't worry to those that recently returned back from wherever. I'm willing to take you in and bring you up to speed and help you in this new world until you're back on your hooves, claws or whatever else you have now.

The world did end on that fateful day. I wish I could be the bearer of better news. But we humans well creatures changed from humans to whatever now. We have to stick together it’s all we have left is each other. If we allowed this even to make us lose sight of our hearts we will fall. So please come and be welcomed.  

{Recording ends}

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Take's place in Ponies after people universe created by Starscribe.

"Dear Dallas, Texas,

"Someone please help. I have been turned into a unicorn, and everyone seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth!

"If you can hear this, please come!

"It's very lonely... please..."

This story is a supplement to Starscribe's "The Last Pony on Earth" It was also the very first side-story in the "Ponies after People" setting. Call me a trendsetter.

The Valley of the Sun has always been harsh to those who can't handle the heat. When Scott Smith wakes up as a female unicorn, she learns that everything's worse when you're a quadruped alone in a desolate city. As the days heat up and the hunt is on for food, water, and power, even the simplest tasks become impossible. This is how she fares as a unicorn mare.

This is a side story to Starscribe's The Last Pony on Earth.

(Rated Teen for some light swearing and talking about sex)

This story is a sequel to Meliora

Jacqueline Kessler was the Dreamknife, a being that crossed between worlds to dispense her own particular interpretation of justice. She served for thousands of years, living in the nightmares of dictators and murderers and all of the worst ponies that had ever lived.

But in the end, she cared enough about her world to be willing to let it go. She sold herself for a powerful spell in order to save a post-event earth from Athena's digital tyranny. Now she's dead, almost. There's just one piece of unfinished business. One last changeling to find...

If she can stop her mind from decomposing long enough to reach her.

A PaP story, also meant to be my farewell to a character I've loved since the early days of the universe. This story is also a commission for the wonderful Bitera. If you'd like a story like this, feel free to drop me a PM.

Cover is by Zutcha, in case you couldn't tell. The crew did the editing like bros.

Updates daily until complete.

After May 23, humanity was a shell of its former self. Its entire population transformed, those who used to call themselves humans have to survive in an empty world.

Samuel Hunt was driving home before the Event, now he's a zebra in a place he wasn't before. Sam has to learn how to live in this new world now, and maybe even save it.

Set in the Ponies after People universe
Cover image by the amazing Raster Dreams
Chapter 3 edited by Two Bit

Brian Mikkelsen had been looking forward to his two weeks leave after two weeks of working on MAERSK Drilling's Tyra field. Transfer onshore on the 24th of May 2015, after next shift and a good day's sleep. Transfer never came, neither did the 24th of May 2015. Nor did he wake in his own body.

A Ponies after People side story to Starscribe's fine work The Last Pony on Earth.

Reviewed as highly recommended by Present Perfect

Awesome cover art by celestiawept!

Now with a Russian translation by Alkarasu :)

More art! Colour sketch for chapter two by ierf.

My name is, er, WAS Dominic Capobianco. I was in my mid-fifties, taking care of my old man and holding down a good job at a major online retailer. Then, 23 May 2015 happened. How does someone who is not trained in being a survivor survive the end of the world?

a Ponies after People tale, used with Starscribe's permission.

Introducing Hal Sleet, deejay, weather control worker, stormbreaker. This year, during the monsoon, his call up leads to more than he ever thought possible.

A Ponies after People Tale, originated by Starscribe, and set in Mixtape's 'Sin Never Dies' storyline. My gratitude to both.

The city itself is the same. The buildings and streets remain untouched and unscathed by what happened. The population wasn't so fortunate. As far as I have been able to tell, they are all gone now with no hints as to how, why, or where they are. Only the empty city.

I'm still here, however. Whatever end happened, I missed it.

If only I were so fortunate to say 'I fared as well as my city'. I'm still here in the suburbs of my empty city, but I'm far from the same as I was. The Limestone City might be unchanged, but I have been left with new hooves to walk on.

I have no intentions of letting an unknown tell me it's the end.
[A Ponies After People Fic][Art by Zutcha]