The Cutie Mark Crusaders have always lived in the now, getting what they think needs to be done as a soon as possible, executing their plans just so they can move on to the next one right away, not thinking about the consequences till they’re right there in their faces. But when an attempt to earn their cutie marks goes too far, Sweetie Belle and her friends must face a horrible reality that sends their world into darkness and fear. How will the truth be uncovered and what will be sacrificed to undo this nightmare?

Until yesterday, my life was no different than anybody's. Go to work, pay the bills, sleep. Today, I woke up to a world without humans. The streets are empty, the power grid is running down, and not another soul is in sight. That might not be the worst thing, if I wasn't also a pony.

Where is everyone? Why is this happening to me?

Will l stay sane long enough to starve?

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Note To E-Reader users: This story contains illustrations in each chapter, which will be lost in the standard fimfiction chapter export. The generous Phoen1x took the time to produce an epub version with all the illustrations intact, which you can download here.

A huge thanks to Zutcha for all his hard work on the art of this story. Also a huge thanks to my editors Two Bit and Sparktail, for tolerating my half-written crap.

Lyra has long been pursuing the old tales of humans. Nopony else believes they are or were real, but she knows better. She WILL prove to the world they were real... and maybe learn more about them in the process.

Theresa has long been getting visions of the endtimes coming. No one else believes they are real, but she knows better. She WILL prove to the world they are real... and hopeful save it in the process.

Rated T for minor swearing and crazy people foreshadowing the armageddon.

If you are reading this it means that this is one of the few websites still up, and you survived the end of the world. well the world didn't end, more like it's really empty. For any of you out there reading this, this is my story of how I'm dealing with what is happening right now, and hopefully a way for me to get in contact with other survivors. As well as keep me sane while I slowly spiral into depression from lack of pony human contact.

Please answer...

My own take on a wonderful story by Starscribe called The Last Pony on Earth. I highly recommend you read it, but it is not required.

There is a dragon problem, and the Mane 6 are there to stop it. However, something goes wrong and they wake up in the blocky world of Minecraft. They find Spike and use him to contact Princess Celestia to get out. But will they survive until Celestia can help? Or will they just die and respawn several times?

A slime cube in minecraft has grown bored of her life (yes, the cube is a she), she try's going to the nether but a certain gamer pony has other ideas, next thing she knows, she finds herself in a new world... A world that seems like hers but less... Blocky... How will she adjust to this new world? Read to find out.

Hey guys, so, yeah, I've never seen a story starring the slime cube from minecraft, so I decided to give it a try.

This take places a couple years after the tirek battle

In the wake of losing almost all of humanity, a road trip is planned. Spending the apocalypse alone isn't fun, especially as a horse. This is my telling of how we went from the Rocket City to the Rockies with some friends to find some more friends so that maybe we could try to find more people.

Maybe in the process we can try to put something that resembles civilization back together.

[A Last Pony on Earth Side Story]

When you get blasted from a kingdom you've recently been invading, you would think that you'd either be dead or hurting bad but not gone. Well, "gone" is a relative word. In this case you would think they've died and it would be a time for others to shed tears but no, this isn't like that. By "gone" instead it means flung across dimensions and universes or something like that. Follow the story of a changeling in the world of Minecraft with a name to match the game. He's never really fit in with the rest of the changelings back home, preferring to build instead of pretend to be another pony, but in this land he gets to put his skills to the test as he teams up with the monsters to overcome the strange beings known as Players and Villagers. Will he ever get home? Does he want to get home? Only time will tell as he struggles to survive in a world seemingly devoid of love.

Perkins never was that big of a town. The houses were old enough to run on gas, a fortunate few having second floors as they rose over expansive bare backyards. A tight cluster of municipal buildings, convenience stores, and the occasional tightly cramped sales place huddled around a broken concrete main street almost as old as the bricks in their walls. From there, the roads split and spread quickly, attaching themselves to the offshoot highway nearby as soon as they could. Large plains of tall grass remained untouched, the occasional farm visible in the distance.

It wasn't a bad place, persay. It was modern enough that it had internet and all that, and it was quite relaxed... aside from the occasional pressure to do something outside, in the Oklahoma heat. Tornado warnings would come and go, but the terrifying windstorms usually touched down far away from the inhabited homes. And the apartment I had recently moved into with my grandmother was just large enough for the two of us.

Well... now. Now it was too large for the one of me.

What follows is a rough compilation of my journals in that time, alongside a few notes explaining the situation at the time. Feel free to mock my past self, I know I certainly do!

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A side story to The Last Pony On Earth. Cover art by Dally Daydream.

The city itself is the same. The buildings and streets remain untouched and unscathed by what happened. The population wasn't so fortunate. As far as I have been able to tell, they are all gone now with no hints as to how, why, or where they are. Only the empty city.

I'm still here, however. Whatever end happened, I missed it.

If only I were so fortunate to say 'I fared as well as my city'. I'm still here in the suburbs of my empty city, but I'm far from the same as I was. The Limestone City might be unchanged, but I have been left with new hooves to walk on.

I have no intentions of letting an unknown tell me it's the end.
[A Ponies After People Fic][Art by Zutcha]