One year ago. That's when everything went wrong. It was the day when the sun never rose and unhappiness took the land by storm. The Elements of Harmony didn't turn Nightmare Moon back into Luna. Instead, the bearers were turned into (mental) copies of Nightmare Moon. The bearers help the tyrant rule with an iron hoof.

Cheese Sandwich is just a regular old party pony. Well, he was. Parties are now outlawed and any pony caught having a party will immediately be put to death. Without parties, Cheese loses his purpose in life and seeks another place to find his destiny again. He accidentally stumbles upon the infamous rebel group called The Cult of the Sun. Cheese sees opportunity and becomes a nightmare hunter. Unfortunately, Cheese's first catch is one of the tyrant's most trusted advisors. Pinkamena Diane Pie.
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I'd like to thank scoots2 for getting me into CheesePie. I owe you one! This is a CheesePie story. There are no other ships.

Noxiel, Angel of the night, followed by the Night itself, might have made a mistake. While he bore the title of Tyarel, Angel of Knowledge, he discovered that he was an artificial soul, created by his former lives, long time ago. Actually, you might call this immortality through rebirth.
His research had influenced the whole multiverse, being against the first god command to angel, ''do not create life''. The crossing of this rule had been made on the human world, called purgatory, and in Equus.
It's up to the newly-created soul Noxiel to fix his former life's mistake. Will he handle it and go back home, or will he fail, and remain trapped in Equestria forever?

And, the most difficult question even he can't answer: would he really be mad, sad or angry, if he was trapped in Equestria?

A letter from Celestia interrupts one of Pinkie's parties with disturbing news. Now friendships will be pushed to the limit as Twilight struggles to uncover which of her friends is not who, or even what, she appears to be.

(While not a romance, this does contain a shipped pair)

in Russian

Everyone has their own talents, their own gifts. I have a gift, a talent that is special in it's own right. However, my gift is no real gift. My gift doesn't make me a prodigy. My gift doesn't help me excel at life in my own ways. My gift destroys. My gift creates enemies, and separates me from the ones I love. My gift controls me as much as I control it. It scoffs at morality, ignores ethics, stamps on feelings. It is ruthless. It wants to be free, even after all the pain that it has caused me. I can't let it be free. No matter what happens to me, I must harbor this accursed "gift" until the day I die, even if I lose it all in trying.

Sex tag is for innuendos and suggestive situations.

Gore tag is for scenes that are a little more bloody than what is comfortable for some.

Current image is temporary. I have given up on drawing the art for this story, but do plan on using my own content for the image as soon as I get around to it.

so im sitting there, watching a canterlot wedding on tv, when a drunk driver crashed through the wall, and kills me.

thats it, right?

WRONG!

of course i have to wake up in fragging equestria, as a fragging (mutant?) changeling

and the worst part? this is only the second worse thing to happen to me...