This story is a sequel to Five Centuries Of Peace

All things, both good and otherwise must end... Or so they say, anyway.

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This story is a sequel to Five Decades Of Strife

Sometimes it's not easy to understand the ones you love, and it can be even harder to help them. Celestia knows this all too well.

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Content warnings: Adult themes, and mentions of sex and violence. Viewer discretion is advised.

This story is a sequel to Absinthe Makes the Heart Go Yonder.

Flash Sentry, certified Hero of Equestria, not to mention self-confessed liar, coward, and all-around-scoundrel, finds himself facing ... himself?

Yet another volume of the Flash Sentry Papers.

Written for Bicyclette's Flash Sentry Contest!

Maud Pie investigates rumors surrounding the mysterious entity known as Lord DeFace, who supposedly lives in the basement of the Canterlot Theater, along with his unlikely friend, Idol Hooves.

Recursive-fic AU Oneshot of The Changeling of the Guard by vdrake77. Title comes from a popular public domain story. Heavily inspired ALW’s Phantom of the Opera.

Princess Celestia went out for a stroll to a coffee shop. The next morning, she is single-hoofedly destroying the coffee industry.

How?

No really, how?

After a string of defeats at the hands of Earthrealm, Shao Kahn decides to target somewhere else for a change, if nothing else for a bit of a morale boost. Finding a realm full of technicolor marshmallow ponies, he figures it would be a good way to let off some steam.

He may have slightly underestimated them.

A Mortal Kombat / MLP oneshot crossover.

Pinkie Pie finds a new ice cream stand selling frozen treats along the outskirts of Ponyville. This is the best day ever.

Special thanks to shallow15 for the prompt.

In the chaos after Luna's banishment, four warlords meet.

Spanish translation, by SPANIARD-KIWI.

"Sweetie, Are ya okay? Ah took a medical kit if ya need help?" Apple Bloom said as Sweetie kept totally still, the pair in front of her making no move to enter the small cave.

"Please do not harm this unit." The voice was distorted, damage to the vocal box giving a metallic tang to the request. Both Bloom and subject 2 jumped back from the entrance, their eyes wide at the distorted voice.

"S-Sweetie?" Apple Bloom stammered, reaching for the shotgun strapped to her barrel. Sweetie pressed herself a little deeper into her hiding place.

>Updating survival odds: 37%

"Please do not harm this unit." Sweetie tried again, various subsystems starting to simulate the most optimal way to fight in her current state.

"H-Hey Sweetie, t-that's you, right?" subject two asked, sounding even more terrified than Apple Bloom.

A small Sweetie Bot story I had in the back of my mind and have occasionally dotted down things for for the last 9 months. Hopefully a fun read!

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Now with physical book print!
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Pinkamena just wants to stay in her own lane. If Pinkie has a problem that needs yelled at, kicked at, or jeeringly tolerated until it goes away, she can handle it. But what’s a sourfaced split personality to do when her agreeable half vanishes overnight like a fart in the wind?

Pinkamena is not a sleuth. Nor a convincing actress. But she’ll need to be both to guise as Pinkie and solve the mystery of where her better half went.

What a pain in the flank.

(Teen rating for Pinkamena’s crassness and comically short temper.)

Its National Novel Writing Month! I'm breaking my regular short story conventions for a multi-chapter tale of fumbling comedy, uneasy mystery, and (most frightful of all) first-person narration.