Anon makes prosthetics, but despite the words of others, he isn't happy with them.

Just a little short story I made while working on another fic. Not sure if I'll do more, but if there's enough interest, I have a few ideas for where to go with it.

Edit: This was initially intended to be a short story where it ended after the first chap, but I've since added more at the request of commenters. I plan to continue adding chaps, but I guarantee nothing. Let me know what you think.

Twilight Sparkle wakes up in the middle of the night. As she takes in her surroundings she realizes... she may not be alone.

You've been waiting all month for this. A day off. A trip to your secret spot in the Everfree Forest. Nothing but you, the fish, and your cider. Truly, there is nothing more you could ask for.

So why do Twilight and friends have to bother you so much?!

This story is a sequel to A Noble Death

Known as the Angel of Las Pegasus to the ponies and the Demon to the changelings, Lieutenant Sierra-B312 Callsign ‘Noble Six’ has certainly made a name for herself.

From the streets of Canterlot to the tunnels of the Grand Hive of the Empress, Six brought the war between pony and changeling-kind to its conclusion. But now that peace reigns, what is a Spartan to do? Is she more than a living weapon? And what would happen to her should her newest family meet the same fate as her old one?

And with the recent return of the Crystal Empire after months of ever-growing restlessness, the answers she has been looking for may finally become clear.

But with every light, a shadow is cast, and one last question will become clear:

Is she afraid of what waits in the dark?

Coverart made by Crimsonwolf360

Tags will be added as the story progresses to prevent spoilers.

And I dedicate this story to you Frazy, whenever people see Six they will be thinking of the design you brought to life, may your retirement from drawing be filled with fuzzy ferret love.

Twilight awakens to find that she is no longer an alicorn, nor a pony for that matter. Rather she has become the fearsome Queen of the wasteland.

This started out as an exploratory idea, that patrons requested more chapters of and was viewable earlier for said patrons. Head over here if you want a chance of adding onto this story for just 5$ or to see stories early for just 3$!

You are Anon, and you own a musket for home defense. When four rapscallions break into your house. "What the devil!?" You do what must be done. Now you have to explain to Twilight why this makes sense.

Edit: Featured? Thank you everyone!

Reading by Wuten: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8Hab2Ff1cI

After Equestria faced a crippling tragedy, the dozens of petty lords, who until then all counted their remaining days, suddenly set their sights with renewed malice on how they could get rid of the one remaining pony who threatened their rule.

Some didn't shy away from even the most despicable of methods, changing a colt's life forever.

Proofread by Not That Anon and Equimorto. Thank you very much again!

Vinyl Scratch had one problem: she couldn't make Maud dance.

Then Lyra summoned the demon.

Now she has two problems.

Based on a prompt from (the very cool) Perfectly Insane.

Cover art is arranged by me, but uses the work of AndoAnimalia and MoongazePonies.

Sightings of a mountaintop phantom line up with a few too many worrisome legends for Sunny Starscout's comfort. Short on time and even shorter on adventuring companions, she heads out to confront it.

By herself, but not alone.

This is an entry in the Snippet Series, an anthology of old oneshots that I (and my good buddy Str8aura) wrote based around interesting pics I found. New ones will be posted every other Thursday for the foreseeable future.

An idle mind is a dangerous thing, and Zipp Storm is a detective with no current cases. In the dog day doldrums of summer, suspicions sometimes see signs that aren't there.

Unless of course Zipp is right, and Pipp really is possessed by a ghostly diva from centuries past.

Contains: Paranormal (in)activity, supercharged imaginations, out-of-character creepiness, and Pipp chasing clout via memes.

This is an entry in the Snippet Series, an anthology of old oneshots that I (and my good buddy Str8aura) wrote based around interesting pics I found. New ones will be posted every other Thursday for the foreseeable future.