Fluttershy meets a strange creature while running an errand in the Everfree Forest. It is nothing like she has ever seen, and it may be more than it seems.

A famed thief is hired to pull off the heist of a lifetime but when one hitch in the plan happens and he's captured, his captors decide to use him as a test subject. A flash of light later, he finds himself stuck in a world full of bright, colorful ponies. Can he adapt to this strange land or will his inability to trust destroy this new world, as well as himself?

What has four legs, wears a bullet-proof vest, can hear you through a solid concrete wall and has a set of highly-trained fangs that can exert up to seven-hundred pounds of pressure per square inch?

One word; Bungee.

Bungee has been a Military Working Dog for as long as he can remember, trained from a pup and turned into a highly effective member of the armed forces. He sniffs out bombs, clears rooms, scouts compounds and assists with flanking manoeuvres to disable dangerous personnel. More than just military equipment; Bungee is a brother in arms. A warrior.

But when a mission goes wrong and Bungee chases a high-value-target through a magical portal; how will the German Shepherd adjust to life among talking ponies?

And how will he manage to complete his mission if he’s considered a pet instead of a soldier?

Rated Teen for violence.

A fic placed within the universe of "The Chess Game of the Gods"

I was a video game programmer.

My career revolved around taking an idea for entertainment, programming it into existence, and making sure it ran smoothly.
You see, a game is only entertaining when it has rules. Rules that define risk and reward. Rules that set boundaries. Rules that, under no circumstances, should be broken.

Even the most open of sandbox games still have limits and I suppose one might even consider 'life' the biggest, most rewarding game of all.

So imagine my surprise when my skill set rewards me with an extra-dimensional house guest appearing in my closet who wishes to take my troubleshooting ability to the most extreme definition.

You see, Discord has started a Game. A Game that involves hundreds if not thousands of humans (or other critters) being drawn into a world I had previously only believed to be fantasy. Each of these Pawns in turn have (more often than not) a patron deity, their Game Master if you would. The Pawns cause mischief or engage in heroism, the Patrons gain influence and power, there may be a wish involved, and Discord gets entertained. None of this directly affects me however.

What does affect me is The Watcher (my visitor) needing me to keep an eye on this world for him, for reasons I can't completely comprehend yet. For Discord to agree to my involvement, I must also deal with Rogue Pawns and their Uninvited Patrons who would disrupt and destroy his Game in ways even he dislikes, since he and the other Game Masters can't become implicitly involved. Apparently it gets messy when they do that.

My reward for complying with both of them; a new body gifted with fantastic abilities, and the chance to explore a world I had only dreamed of and watched from afar.

The price of my failure; the potential end of everything, including the Gods themselves.

I am Alif.

I am the Arbiter.

I can't afford to lose.

What is in a smile? The best adversity against enemies is a smile, such is the only weapon for those so overwhelmed by that we cannot control. Pinkie Pie has smiled, the afterthought of a perpetual smiler never scratching beyond the surface meaning of a smile. When a pony who knows of the Pinkie Pie who didn't even realize the surface value of a smile comes into Ponyville, Pinkie Pie will realize the true value of a smile and with it comes the pride of something with weakness in its core... the will to overcome again.

Big credits to the artist, who let me use his artwork, *Jamey4 as known on deviantart.

His deviantart page:
http://jamey4.deviantart.com/

I'd like to say it's my first ever time writing for an audience that wasn't my English teacher, but I don't particularly want that weighing on you guys. Basically, I want you guys to give constructive criticism but I want it to be because of my writing abilities and the fact you want this to continue and not the fact that this is my first fanfic.