I just recently started to write stories directly towards the FiM actively, though I have been writing for years, publishing numerous stories at Mibba and the eventual pony story, as far as to the MLP
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!
A timid mare got wind of a new opportunity at the Imperial castle, as a Nurse. Was there any better place or opportunity that at the very center of Love, if you are a low ranking Changeling. She could think of nothing better.
Chrysalis is alone and lonely, a black heart, in a black skin. There is no love, and none to love; everything had been eternally lost or, so she had thought. Yet, there is the one who is willing to reach out a hoof, in friendship and hope.
I had found myself in a strange place, as the stranger among what seems to be Ponies, but with the strangest of characteristics. They speak to me, and demands things out of me. How I got here, beats me.
The Queen is hard at work, laying eggs. Only this time, one is different. What happens to her, and how the Changelings of the Hive is reacting on the unexpected.
It all started with Pinkie Pie diverting her shopping trip, only to stumble upon Chrysalis, and a few of her followers. The crushed and defeated Changeling was strangely happy to see a pink pony coming her way. This is how the fate changed.
I had found a small group of Ponies in the forest. Apparently they were enjoying my brand of humor, even if what they were looking for was just a Pony to love them. What I had failed to realise is that they are Changelings in need of a Queen. Me?
It all begun a while back, when the Pony came in with a Cake to the table where I sat with my daughter Dinky. She had carried the warmth in with her. Apparently Pinkie Pie suggested it, and she had been right, but she is always right.
The Cherry trees are just about to go into bloom. A new season. The trees will only blossom for these three precious days. Time is short, preparations critical. Will the influx of Ponies serve the needs?
Created by Ponyess
