"Terror strikes Ponyville as an undead ruler roams the streets! Its shops and houses lay abandoned at her moaning hooves, and only one brave soul can save it! Will she have the heart though?"

"...Pinkie, shut up."

Written a couple weeks back, so none of my followers worry, please.

A rough comic rendition done by my patreon partner Knotted. Final will not be coming, as we have too much else to work on, so he provided the cover instead.

What if pony princesses were actually highly social carnivores?

What if a National Geographic team began following them around to film a documentary?

What if nopony saw anything unusual about this?

A metaphor about growing up. Or possibly a metaphor about living in a surveillance society. Or maybe just a very, very weird idea that needed to become a story.

Jason's life has grown dull. While some may have thought that the weekly monster attacks might have kept him on his toes, he had grown to learn that as the norm around town. Now, after months of living in Ponyville, he can't shake the feeling that there is a void in his life. He follows his usual routine every day: breakfast, a quick shower, followed by a quick walk to the park to read the newspaper. One morning, he finds two parents playing with their filly in the playground. As he watches, an idea sparks within his mind: why not adopt a pony of his own?

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NOTE! This story is having a reboot, I have lost inspiration for the world I was building in it and am having difficulty finding it, but I have found inspiration for a story that has a different world and plot from the same sources. sorry for being unable to continue this story.

I was at work one day, cleaning up to go home when I found this plushy of the dragon Saphira from the Inheritance Cycle on one to tables. Figuring it was child's and groaning as I knew that meant paperwork before leaving the toy in lost and found and going home. I had to just pick it up.

Now I'm a dragon, I'm in the Magical land of Equestria, and dealing with walking on four legs and being turned female. Surprisingly being female is easier than walking on four legs.

Disclaimer, Displaced story

Featured October 3rd, 4th, 2018 thank you.

Anon's dead, apparently, and Death has come to claim his soul. There's just one problem: he doesn't want to go. And there's nothing Death can do to make him.

Deciding to check up on his defeated foes, Discord is hit by the memory spell meant for Rainbow Dash. As a result, Twilight now knows Discord better than he knows himself- including the man he use to be. The memories of a hero, buried under the mind of a confused and lonely immortal.

His past is bleeding into his present and Twilight refuses to let him be turned to stone. Thus, in one form or another, the world will once more know its greatest savior: Naruto Uzumaki.

But Twilight is not the only one aware of the ancient past......

AN First ever Naruto-is-Discord fic.

Ponies are stupid.

They're stubborn, they don't understand weather patterns, and they need to be hugged when they get hurt.

It's stupid and confusing, but Prince Rutherford isn't going to back down from helping his Honorary Yak.

(Third Place in CategoricalGrant's CuddleFic Contest. Prompts used were having his OC, Wave Function, make a cameo, and basing the story around sick ponies)

Spike figured things would be routine once he moved out; a job, home, relax, bed, rinse and repeat.

That is, until he somehow became the adopted older brother to a rambunctious group of little girls...all of them with a habit of calling him by 'Onii-chan', but that's not so bad, right? And he managed to get hold of a place big enough for them all.

Now if only he could figure out where these small technicolor horses keep coming from...

And why they're so cuddle hungry.

Now that I was living in Equestria, it was time to finally buy a new house. I’d settled on the charming little town of Haywards Heath, and found myself a decent house that just needed some work to spruce it up.

Or so I thought.

I might have gotten more than I bargained for.

Dan Farley was a navigator, a civilian pilot for a corporate colonization firm. He was technically an officer in the command crew, but as the most junior of his peers, Held no real authority. He loved his job however, Exploring distant planets, and seeing the vastness of space. Now, However, He's the only living member of the command crew. Which Makes him acting captain, and the leader of the survivors of the CMF Proud Mary. He will be the the one to initiate first contact with the strange, Numerous, alien races of the planet....and with no way home, Can he forge a place for his people among them?