Fluttershy doesn't know how bad things can get when a pony is taken over by the powers of Chaos. Will Discord successfully take over Equestria once and for all? She thinks everything will be fine... But will it really?

This story has been riffed in Doctor and Ditzy's science theatre by Rixizu. You can find it on his user page here

Spike has been missing for three years. Why he disappeared is a mystery to everypony. What caused him to leave in the first place, and why is he suddenly back now? He's acting cold towards his old friends and won't reveal why. He's lost his love for Rarity and is treating everypony he comes across the same way Gilda did.

Opening theme for this story is: Constellations - Sound of the Aviators

Rated: Teen for language and potential sexual outcomes.

Warning: Self-harm is described in this story. If you are prone to self-harm or know someone who is and feel uncomfortable reading about the subject, then I don't recommend reading the story.

Big Macintosh goes on strike when he sees he's the one doing all the heavy lifting and harder work at Sweet Apple Acres while his sisters frolic. His idea catches fire throughout Ponyville, and soon every stallion is up in arms! Sexism explodes in the tiny town, it's Stallions on Strike!

WELCOME TO HUMAN VS! THE ONLY REALITY GAME SHOW THAT PITS ONE FEEBLE HUMAN AGAINST THE MANY DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF EQUESTRIA!!

Austin, a mere human with average statistics, but has a huge sense of humour and a very wide range of skills that help him survive a variety of situations. But how will he put up against Equestria? Many different Equestrias, that is!

He will be set in a variety of horrific situations: The Rainbow Factory, Pinkamena's Bakery, Magic Kindergarden...

But Austin's sense of humour is bigger than his survival instinct, so he's more likely to screw with everything rather than survive...

Will he escape the evil clutches of some of the worst Equestria has to offer? Or will he just mess with their stuff so much that they lose their minds?....Again.

Read on and find out!

I change my mind, this story, whilst slightly(incredibly) immature, is amazing and you should read it. Might get a chuckle.

WARNING! THIS STORY SUCKS! I cannot fathom how this got as many likes as it has.

My name is Michael. A couple of my friends took me hunting for my 23rd birthday, which was the worst idea ever. You see, they're dead, some eight armed pasty faced nutsack is chasing me, and all I have left is my dog, Colmillo, a shotty and shells, and a bow with a few arrows(which I don't even like). I think he is close, because I can hear him coming. I only hope Colmillo makes it out okay. I love that dog. And if he takes me, I'll at least go down like a man.

You know what? I don't even like hunting.