While out hiking in the mountains near Ponyville, Big Mac discovers a mysterious staff which grants him the power of the ancient god Thor. Old myths awaken, new legends are born, and one simple farm pony is thrust in the middle - as the leader of Celestia's newest crime-fighting force, The Avengers! A fusion fic with Marvel Universe, mostly Avengers.

When a madmare bestows a 'gift' upon a humble cellist, her life is changed forever. Her lifelong career ruined, and the royal guard unwilling to enact some justice upon the one who wronged her, she decides to take matters into her own hooves.

If only things were ever that simple...

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inspired by this image by the talented Tzelly-El on DeviantArt

No this doesn't mean i'm dropping Vampony chronicles, i just felt like writing something with a different tone to it.

My name is James Clark, and I am a Private Military Contractor. No, not Mercenary. Yes, there is a difference, but that's beside the point.

Ok, where was I? Ah yes, I was just entering my office in Downtown Houston one afternoon to hear a job offer. When I got there, I found a beautiful, robe-wearing woman waiting for me. Now, in this day and age, most people would find that strange. I didn't for two reasons.

1) In this line of work, you run into a few crazies. If I had a dollar for every nut-job I turned away, I could buy a small European country.

2) It was Halloween. Hell, I was on my way to a party dressed in a replica suit of Veteran Ranger Armor from Fallout: New Vegas, complete with gas mask and real riot gear I borrowed from a friend on the SWAT team. I was gonna win the costume contest for sure!

I'm getting off topic, aren't I? Anyways, this weirdo offered me a job without going into much detail. No location, no objective, not even a dollar amount The only thing I got out of her was the promise that I would be saving thousands, if not millions of lives.

Every instinct told me to turn the job down, and yet I still accepted it. Maybe the idea of playing hero again had its appeal.

God, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Willard Eperts had considered himself lucky: He'd attained his dream job of stoking Southern Pacific's Daylight Limited at the age of twenty, he'd made quick friends with the engineer, and when the United States dove into the Second World War in 1941, he'd managed to dodge recruiters and keep his dream job by the skin of his teeth.

I did say "had," right?

Now, he's debtor to a princess in a world of talking ponies, and the only way he can repay his debt is through running loads on the Equestrian Railways. It wasn't even his fault for parking the 400-ton machine on that marble floor.

*Disclaimer: The characters of Willard "Willy" Eperts and Murton "Morty" Turner are completely fictional. Any relation to persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. The records for the true engineers and firemen of the Daylight fleet of locomotives can probably be found within Union Pacific's historical archives. This was just an idea I had that I wanted to write.

Twilight Sparkle is usually content with all four hooves on the ground, but she sails into the field of aeronautics after a pompous pegasus insults the magical abilities of all unicorns. Sure, she can make a set of wings, but she'll have to earn a set as well.

Very special thanks to my friend Ashley Marie Dauma for her incredible description of Corsair and her ongoing editing work!

Canterlot... For centuries, Canterlot was the shining gem of Equestria, the pinnacle of pony society. Now, it’s a reminder, a bleak and monolithic warning to the world. 

Changed by the chemical and technological poisons that plague the mountain, an abomination of nature, I wander the greatest disaster Equestria has ever seen. 

... I will escape eventually, and when I do, I hope my friends still see me as Twilight Sparkle, and not the monster that hides among the ruins. 

The Producers have long been the bane of the Top Gear team's existence, sending them off into the most dangerous and hilarious of situations in the name of good television. Now follow Captain Slow, Hamster and Jezza as they are sent off again into the unknown as some of the first humans to set foot (Or wheel) into the land of Equestria.

Oh, and the Government isn't exactly on board with this one either...

Teen for language and sexual references.

Exhausted from their recent escapades in the Rub' al Khali desert, newly retired treasure hunters Nathan Drake and Victor "Sully" Sullivan decide to take a much needed "guy's week out" vacation, but they find themselves in truly uncharted territory when they arrive in the lands of Equestria instead. It honestly wouldn't be that bad, really. Plenty of sun, friendly locals, and oh yeah, a mysterious relic that's eluded adventurers for over a millennium.

What more could a retired treasure hunter want?

**Rated Teen for language and Sullivan's dirty humor**
**Written within the same world as "Engineering an Alicorn."**

Now edited by The11thWonder, Aatxe360, and XorGate!

A changeling who has lived at the side of an Equestrian mare for most of his life finds himself in the middle of the changeling invasion of Canterlot. He has no idea who the invading queen or hive are, and just wants to stay where he is, and more importantly, who he is.

The spell that ends the invasion doesn't discriminate, though. With his old pony form irreversibly stripped away, and the whole kingdom out to hunt his kind, he tries to keep his family together, and struggles to find his place in the world.

Please comment! Even now, I'd love to hear what people think as they read through

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Czech version:
Flitter on Google Docs translated by Draim (published at bronies.cz)

Russian version:
Флиттер on ponyfiction.org translated by repitter.
Audio book on YouTube by Diogenus.

Spanish version:
Flitter on DeviantArt, translated by SPANIARD KIWI.

After the changeling invasion, the race of changelings is broken and scattered, their Queen mortally wounded. Extinction is inevitable, unless Queen Chrysalis can convince Princess Celestia and Luna into a desperate gamble for the survival of their race. Sometimes the only path to victory, is surrender.

Based off the video Children of Faust (not mine)