We all make mistakes.

Some are easy to fix. Some are not. Some create such turmoil in our lives that it seems we will be swallowed up by them.

When a wounded monster, like nothing anypony has ever seen before, wanders out of the Everfree Forest, Lyra Heartstrings, Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy get a lesson in what happens when we try to run from our mistakes.

Written for the 2014 Most Dangerous Game contest, with the prompt "A Human in Equestria". Finished 12th out of 66 entries.

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Having spent nearly a year in Celestia's court and by her side, the first and only human in Equestria is in rapidly deteriorating health. And despite all of her power, Celestia finds herself unable to help him.

(Written for the Most Dangerous Game contest, and in far less time than I would have liked. AU tag because for purposes of this story I'm ignoring the mirror world where Equestria Girls took place—this Equestria has no knowledge of humans in any way.)

A post-apocalyptic story about exploring ruins, the mistakes of another civilization, and memory.

No one must ever know,
This land where we must go,
They hoped and shared their love,
Yet death rained from above,
The scars of passing linger on,
Through empty husks and unheard songs.
Although they now live in my heart,
The truth still hurts...where do I start?-Twilight Sparkle

Coverart by this guy who is awesome. THIS GUY Also, major thanks to Luna-tic for helping me edit this sucker! Perhaps even bigger thanks to Obabscribbler who made a radio play of it. You can find that radio play HERE!

Rainbow Dash is widely known for her propensity for pranks. While seeing an unsuspecting Anonymous the human in the outskirts of Ponyville, Rainbow decides to hit him with classic from her arsenal, the ol' lightning stomp prank. It's simply really, she's played it on tons of ponies before.

Rainbow didn't think Anon would get hurt. She didn't think he'd become paralyzed. It was supposed to be a harmless prank!

'What have I done?!

Officially Featured March 1st 2023

When your life is as dull a gray as the world that surrounds you, the mundanities can make it all seem meaningless. Sometimes all we need is a little color -- or six -- to reintroduce us to what truly makes life worth living.

*6-16-2017 Edit, added Rainbow Dash tag because it triggered knighty.*

Mission Log: Day 1
Mission Time: 0000 Hours
Location: Unknown
Current Mission Objectives:

• Complete a self-evaluation of self and armour.
• Examine nearby supply crate and take stock of equipment and weapons.
• Scout the surrounding area for threats.
• Locate a freshwater source.
• Establish a suitable base of operations.
• Perform a combat training refresher course.
• Make contact with the native sentient populace.

John One-One-Seven, reporting.
Moments ago I was attending San Diego Comic-Con International, suited up as Master Chief, from the video game, Halo.

I had just purchased a replica of Cortana's Chip and a UNSC Dog Tag from a strange merchant before I fell unconscious.

When I awoke I appeared to be in some crumbling ruins, located within a strange forest, and the armour I wore was now fully operational. I also discovered a supply crate near me that contained weapons, equipment, and supplies. Not to mention, I also have a version of Cortana in my head now.

My mind also seems to have been altered, as I now think and behave similarly to the real Master Chief.

Cortana has detected a nearby settlement on the other side of this forest, which I will investigate once I have completed my other mission objectives.

If this is the world I believe it to be, then there is no telling how the locals will react to me. Caution is advised for the time being. I do not remember my old name, so for now I shall take the identity of my current form, until such a time as I can recall my old self. If the inhabitants of this land ask about my identity, I shall inform them that I am a Spartan, and my name is Master Chief. I shall also attempt to keep Mission Logs during my time here, as a way to convince myself that this is real, and not some deluded dream or fantasy.

Master Chief Petty Officer John One-One-Seven, signing off.

End of Mission Log: Day 1

WARNING: This story is undergoing a major restructure and the first chapter will be completely rewritten. The story title may also be changed. The plot of this story is being changed slightly to accommodate new ideas.

Affection therapy: a new and innovative practice in Equestria wherein the patient/subject is calmed and relaxed through simple displays of platonic affection, such as ear scratches, nose boops, and belly rubs. It's surprisingly effective, and leaves the pony happy and content. The strangest thing, however, is that you, a simple human living in Ponyville, 'invented' this practice completely by accident.

*I wrote this a long time ago, before Every Little Thing She Does aired. The first chapter takes place between No Second Prances and that episode, and I decided to touch it up and release it now as an early Christmas gift to you guys, as a simple piece of cute, platonic fluff. More to come, too, when I find the time and inspiration.

Cover art by ElementOfFaith

Twilight and her friends open up a specific type of café in the human world. It’s surprisingly successful.

Originally written as a one-shot, but due to popular pony-petting demand, I'm going to expand this story and add more chapters. Updates biweekly on Sunday (every other Sunday).

Adorable cover art made by CaptainPudgeMuffin and used with permission.

Everything is awful. You are constantly ridiculed for being human. But when a pony thug finally pushes you too far you are blamed. It is only after you leave does everyone discover dashes true feelings.

Warning: Slight Dark and slight one-sided Celestia x Human. There will be no happy endings.

Anonymous has been charged with the death of Princess Luna. Twenty-five years later, on a stormy night his name is cleared and Princess Celestia tracks him down to convince him to come back with her.

But Anon has not been some innocent ponies, will he come back with blood on his hands or will he stay in the Tartarus-hole abomination he has been in for the last Twenty-Five years?