A/N: This is a trollfic about Justin Bieber. If you like him I suggest not reading further than this description.
Twilight Sparkle tries to come up with a new spell and ends up accidentally transporting world famous Justin Bieber to Equestria. His attitude butts heads with the locals.
Teen for swearing... a lot of swearing.

A/N: If anypony knows who made this image please tell me so I can credit them.

A human knight from a far off and distant land finds himself stranded in Equestria and sets off to complete the mission given to him by his king. Along the way he will come across many challenges and gain both ally and enemy alike. While this wayward knight begins this quest alone and with a single goal, he will find himself as either an instrumental part in the survival of Equestria or in its destruction.

The Fluffle Puff Pony. A legendary equine that comes around only once every thousand years. And she lives in Twilight's library! Take a trip to Ponyville and see an average day in the life for the one, the only, the inexplicably fluffy, Fluffle Puff, as she fluffs, and she puffs, and she blows Ponyville down!

I in no way own Fluffle Puff or anything related to her. I am but a humble fan entranced by her antics.

Everything was ash. Whether that be the black flakes that blew across Ponyville on the stagnant wind, or the solid compound that framed the ponies in their final moment of life. Everything was cold and empty.

Immortality has a price.

Now a dramatic reading! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9u_24c-MMU

Fluttershy having been friends with Rainbow Dash for a long time decides to invite her over to discuss something on her mind. As it turns out, Fluttershy really has been longing for a child to take care of, and not just any child, but Rainbow Dash! What follows is a journey of infantilism and regression.

My unicorn parents called me a worthless mud pony. They pushed me every day to overcome my lowly status. When I woke up one morning with my cutie mark, I thought they would love me. I couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

It was not destiny or enjoyment that led me to discover the cello and composing. My parents made that decision, deciding before I was born I would continue their family legacy of famous musicians.

They did not realize what that decision would cost them.

Special Thanks and Links:

Cover Art: Dreampaw. The inspiration for the story.
Dramatic reading of Act I-III by Malao567. June 2013
Reading with music by ObabScribbler. June 2014
Song: Hooks and Strings by Reverb Brony. May 2014

Style inspired by H.P. Lovecraft
TypeWriterError: Editor & Rating Board
Gage of Grandiloquence: Editor
The11thWonder: Pre-reader
Nharctic: Pre-reader
Breath of Plagues: My Pinch Editor.
ArgonMatrix: Bad Grammar Exterminator
Daemon of Decay: Advice, also inspired me to write fan fiction. Blame him!

Gentle Strokes is a cynical drunk from Dodge Junction. Stormy is the proud black sheep of a wealthy Manehattan family. Together they're two shining examples of the student body at Camden — Equestria's most prestigious liberal arts college. Navigating their way through one night stands, flirty professors, "End Of The World" parties, junkie roommates, family melodrama, sex, drugs and Rock 'N' Roll as they try their hooves at a college relationship.

Cover art provided by the wonderful: Kill Joy.

It's Hearth's Warming Eve and Rainbow Dash is falling, not flying.

Jesus finds his way into Equestria.

This story is being put back up for archiving purposes. It was once featured, thrice rewritten, and abandoned. I don't even remember what was original draft and what was rewrite. I just think it'd be a shame to leave it.

I've also added some of the "in progress" rewrites that were planned but never published/completed.

Maybe one day I'll complete this.

Train wrecks and stereotypes. The city of Manehattan remains divided, even after the Elements of Harmony brought the world back together. Ponies of all sorts squander the resources and scraps left to them, trapped far from the beautiful light above; unwanted and sickeningly poor. Streets are cramped and flooded whilst chemical mists linger throughout. This city wasn't designed for them, it is merely the knife-edge of a crumbling empire. Caught in a train hijacking gone wrong, and on the wrong side of the law, Awry finds himself in a delicate balance of power.

The question is simple. All in... or fold?