This story is a sequel to Mundane Utility

Nopony seems to understand how hard this is on her. Maybe Zipp can find joy in social isolation, but the more sensible of the sisters recognizes that she's been largely cut off from fame, fortune, and the constant reinforcing platitudes of those who clearly love her. Still, when Pipp is truly feeling lost, she can always power up Bestie, check the views on her latest video upload, and bask in the approval of the upvote count --

-- what's that little red symbol? That's never been there before...

...okay. Even more to the point: who cast that downvote, and how can Pipp make sure they never do it again?

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While the story is labeled as a sequel, this just indicates that it takes place after the original tale. No extra reading is required.

When an artist dies, the value of their art goes up!

Sweetie Bot refuses to use her generative AI to commit plagiarism.

(A Sockpuppet-Samey90 collaboration.)

First Contact. It was all over the news, how could it not be? A station could be heard, if one tuned into the right AM station. It played on repeat. It came from outside this world. Was it in peace? What did it mean?

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Applejack storms into the Town Hall, glaring at any pony that so much as glances her way. "Where's that mayor?!" She stomps with each step, tail lashing on her way to Mayor Mare's office. She expects satisfaction, and swears she will leave with it.

Written for the Pairs contest.

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Ciaphas Cain, Warmaster of Chaos and Age of Iron Crossover. These are various fics that I've crossposted on the CC:WC thread on Spacebattles.com, posted here for your entertainment and amusement.

She tries to provide a living example. Demonstrating how much better things could be when you're just happy and willing to get close. Of course, there are those who say that Izzy gets a little too close. But when she's in a new place every day, the disorientation is almost constant and she just needs to center on something sort of familiar... then at least there's other ponies. Frequently at a proximity of roughly seven tail strands.

Maretime Bay isn't fully comfortable with that. Which may be why the bulk of it just took out a restraining order. Trying to get Izzy to back off, just a little, until she learns to respect personal space.

Or maybe they're just trying to make an example out of her.

Cover art from a vector capture by Lavender-Bases.

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As far as Flurry is concerned, she's a perfectly normal filly with a pretty ordinary life. Sure, her house is somewhat larger than average and maybe there's the whole 'horn and wings' thing. But she goes to school with everypony else, her parents both do mostly-boring work for the local government and just like nearly every other firstborn, her father obsessively recorded her foalhood.

The photo albums are bad enough.

The crystal showcase galleries may have gone a little too far.

Absolutely not an entry for the Shining Armor is a Terrible Dad 2024 Competition, but was inspired by its existence.

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Found as an infant, Hugstrong always knew he was different from other ponies, he was destined to be a hero to the world that wasn't quite ready to accept him. He will have to come to terms with being different in ways he never asked for and being used as a tool for purposes he never understood. An RGRE fic. Mostly a wholesome coming of age story with occasional darker themes. Sex tag is mostly for themes and jokes and less for graphic material. Violence tag added for references to violence. My first fanfiction on this site.

Inspired by the works of 2Merr, Anonpencil, LittleBigPony, and others whom I shall add as I remember them.

Anything that needs an M rating will be relegated to separate stories.

With a snap, a flash, and the sizzle of ozone, the scientists gaped at their creation. It had four hooves and wore goggles. "'Sup," she greeted, stepping down from her stool with a swish of her tail. "This place looks kinda cool."

This is a tale told for Charlie, one of my lovely patrons. Let's get scientific, and turn up the volume!

Every three years, Ponyville holds a festival celebrating beer and wine, which means this particular townwide party is going to be Spike and Twilight's first. As such, the mayor would truly appreciate it if they took an active claw and hoof in the proceedings.

Because when you're having an alcohol festival in a town populated by magically-capable individuals with dubious judgment skills, there's no possible way anything could go wrong.

...well, more wrong than usual. Or perhaps even wrong by design...

(Part of the Triptych Continuum, which has its own TVTropes page and FIMFiction group: new members and trope edits are welcome.)

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Cover art by Harwick.