This story is a sequel to Off The Mark

Prince Mark Wells may now be an alicorn and the coruler of Equestria along with Twilight Sparkle and his wife, Trixie Lulamoon, but that doesn't mean that his life has gotten boring. Something always comes up, whether he wants it or not! Good or bad, as an immortal, he knows he'll be stuck with these incidents for a very long time.

This is a series of short stories that are sequels to "Off The Mark". Chapters may be published out of sequence but placed in the correct timeline.

Written in collaboration with Airy Words.

Cover art by Foxenawolf.

Love is Magic, in My Little Changeling.

This timid mare got wind of the opportunity of her life, if she managed to snag the position; the Nurse in the Crystal Empire, and at the Crystal Castle of all places in Equestria.

A place and position to die for. It would be heaven, for as long as it may last. She would be the hub of the Imperial Love. Caring for the Princess foal is a breeze.

Chrysalis is the Dark Knight, forgotten and abandoned by all, or it is what she had thought. Sitting alone in the cave, sobbing her eyes out, over all she had just lost.

A black heart, covered by an equally black skin, hard as rock. A lonely heart with none, and nothing left to yearn for.

Yet, there is something in the end of this tunnel, The hoof reaching out, pulling her up, out of the depth of despair she thought had already claimed her for good. Oh, for the pain that irony sliced out.

This story is a sequel to The Pink Little Hatchling

Once every blue Moon, a Changeling is hatched, who is not jet black like her sisters. As unusual and shocking as this may be. A Pink Changeling is much more rare, than a Black Pony.

How a Girl is thrown into this mix? She finds herself as the stranger in a very strange land. What seems to be Ponies. Yet, acts very unponylike.

The Ponies she thought she knew, knew of doesn’t speak. The Ponies such as she imagined them are not commonly black, let alone pink.

From what she knew, Ponies lives in boxes and are ridden by girls, then let out to grace and frolic in the pastures. These are nothing the likes.

Once every blue Moon, a Changeling is hatched, who is not jet black like her sisters. As unusual and chocking as this may be. A Pink Changeling is much more rare, than a Black Pony.

How a Changeling’s first days are progressing. From the Egg, to a new Changeling.

How the Nurses treat the young Hatchlings. Is it all you had wished to know, but never dared to ask?

I was famished and extremely thirsty, I couldn't stand it anymore. I tried hunting some small animals; rabbits, foxes, birds, but it was a complete failure, what else could be expected from a city dweller whose greatest achievement was to prepare rice without burning it?

Luckily I could catch some insects that churned my stomach. It's incredible, almost two weeks and I was terrified dying, nearly hunted by some kind of horrendous bipeds dogs or almost burned by a dragon. A f*cking dragon!

I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore.

Nigh dead, the last thing I managed to see was some kind of insect-horse-thing approaching to me. I was terrified but also resigned to my fate. Maybe it's better die from once than keep suffering.

Concept and story by Giz.
Story writing and publishing by Wave blaster.

Would you believe Queen Chrysalis has a child of her own? No, she is not a warrior or military tactical genius, nor is she planning to rise against her mother and bring liberty to her people, and she is sure not planning on infiltrating Ponyville to seek acceptance from the ponies anytime soon. Heck, if asked, she probably could not even point out Equestira on the map.

The truth is, Princess Pupa Roachanov, the only child of Queen Chrysalis spends most of her time in the royal gardens, waited on by her nannies and treated with as much delicacy and care as the rarest rose. It's a quiet, meager life, but it's the only one she's ever known and she is content with it.

The only thing she ever really wishes more of is the affection of her beloved mama...

Pinkie Pie had diverted her shopping trip, ending up facing Queen Chrysalis and a few of her few followers.

The Queen had been strangely happy to see the hyper Pony, even despite the shared history, which would prove frutious on her part.

Pinkie Pie had managed to talk Chrysalis into a new plan, Changing the path of her fate away from what had been a certain disaster. Manehattan would be a much richer feeding ground for the ill-fated hive.

I had stumbled upon a small group of Ponies, in the forest as I was out, walking. I had failed to notice that they were; in fact Changelings.

What I did realize, they seem to enjoy my brand of humor, something I could enjoy and appreciate.

Once they had followed me home, they explained part of the situation; they need a Queen, and they figured I would be perfect for the position.

This story is a sequel to My Little Changeling, and I

Pinkie Pie had sent her over with a Cake to the table where I sat with my Daughter. That's where it all started and I had enjoyed it enough to want more.

Once Pinkie Pie had thrown her a 'Welcome to Ponyville party', I had gone there with my Daughter. The Party had been a blast, just as expected.

Next time I saw the lone mare, I had asked her what she was planning for the weekend, since she had nothing planned, I suggested we could do something together.

It is as they said, one thing leads to the other. Before I knew it, I had found myself dating, and I can't say that I mind. The mare named Silver Mane apparently enjoyed it too, that's where it all caught me off guard.