This is a re-upload, I originally wrote this in 2016.

How hard is it to overcome the knowledge of your disability, especially one like this. Dinky tries to get over this dilemma, however she comes out of this could define the kind of pony she will grow into.

HAPPY MOTHERSDAY

~~~Pre-readers~~~

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~~~Art Work~~~

Equestria-Prevails of DevientArt

Bandit has always been a straight-A student. Putting forth the hardest work for the highest grade. But when he spends two weeks on a project with little sleep, he feels cheated of his grade. How does he handle it? Well, he handles the grade well enough, he doesn't handle the reason why entirely well.

This is canon to the FaM universe.

Celestia has always wondered why Twilight never replied to most of her letters. Fortunately Luna breaks the news 'gently'.

A rather silly idea that popped into my head this afternoon. I make no apologies.

Edit: As a few people pointed out, the title was really giving the story away; I've changed it on their (sound!) advice.

It's Thorax's first crystal faire. It's amazing - it's absolutely spectacular, breath-taking, and the love that the crystal heart emanates on the day feels like it could keep him fed for a whole year. It should be the most fantastic thing he has seen all year! And yet...

“That’s a stupid question.” Pharynx rolled his eyes, while coming over to look at the markings Thorax had made in the dirt of their room in the hive. “I think, you dummy, that you can literally transform into any pony that you want.”

“Plus, why would you have wanted to been a pony in the first place? Being a changeling is the best.” He said, puffing up his own chest, before scowling down at the drawing of a pony that Thorax had made, before scraping his own hoof in it, swiping the dirt right back into place over the pale imitation of a pony, before roughly nudging Thorax.

“... Right.” Thorax said, smiling slightly at his brother despite the rough-housing, and the comments as he looked down at the dirt where his drawing had been. “I don’t really know why I would want to be one,” he lied, as he got up from the position he was laying down in, going to follow his brother.

Or becoming a part of something you dreamed of, but never thought you could really have.

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'What do I think of them'? I think the two biggest dorks in the entire hive found each other, and there's not a force alive that can compete with that kind of sap.
~ Pharynx, probably

Featured 12/8/2022 - 12/10/2022

* Part of the Love Bug Continuity!
* Cover art by Doodle-Mark
* Edited by Double R Forrest

This story is a sequel to Date Night: Home Cooking

The time for Hitch's and Sunny's third date has come, and as Maretime Bay's sheriff comes to the lighthouse for dinner, Sunny wonders if it's time to take the next step in their blossoming relationship. Are they ready?

Cover image by chub-wub@derpibooru

Nightmare Moon has been defeated by the new bearers of the Elements of Harmony. However, in a strange twist of fate, none of the bearers are ponies. In an Equestria that has a painful distrust of non-ponies, six creatures come together to ponder the courses their lives took, and the decisions that led them to Ponyville.

AU in which none of the Mane Six are ponies. My entry for Choices: A Species Change Contest.
Featured 11-12-2022
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A certain two employees at Fly Leaf's Books and Stationery decide to pull a Nightmare Night prank on their biggest competitor.

A new seasonal adventure for "Grief is the Price We Pay" -- more details in author's note.

Featured 10/26/2022

Shining Armor has one task this evening: guard the cookie jar from Flurry Heart. What he didn't anticipate was his daughter getting some very fluffy friends to help in her raid.

Edited by: Nebbie
Cover Art by: Me
Additional Prereading by: IAmADeliciousPotato

Oh hey, this became my first featured fic! Earliest I saw it in the box: November 1st, 2:07 AM.

Trains are the fastest way to move something across Equestria, no matter how big. A heavy stone sarcophagus, for instance, one brimming with dark magic. The Royal Guard just launched a raid to retrieve it from the hooves of sinister cultists.

Now, the survivors of that raid are stuffed in a train crossing the wilderness. Just them, the skeleton crew, and the sarcophagus. Guarding it until they can get reinforcements at the next station ought to be easy. After all, there’s nothing else alive for miles. Right?

Wrong. There’s something on board with them. Something after the sarcophagus. Something that doesn’t care what stands in its way.