Dadab, the smartest Grunt in the Covenant, has mysteriously found himself in Equestria, and he's not alone. With him came an overly bossy Kig-Yar pirate, and a technophile Huragok. What shall the strange trio find in this magical new world? Glory? Fortune? Power? Or will they instead find more than they bargained for?

After being beaten by the Hero of Brightwall in Fable 3, the horrid gnomes find a new land to terrorize with their evil British humour. It's now up to the Elements of Harmony and some helpers to banish them back to the shoddy sequel from whence they came.

After a long day of outstandingly demanding work, it is now nightfall and Ponyville's resident fashionista is still not finished with her largest order of garments to date. To make matters even more complicated, a strange guest has popped out of nowhere to pay her a visit.

A human hand in Equestria. Yep, just a hand.

The Tree of Harmony, a sophisticated magitech intelligence built long ago during the glory days of the Crystal Empire, has recently been awoken from her beauty sleep again by anomalous activity. Much to the surprise of her leaf-like sensory arrays, the disturbance turns out to be Princess Celestia, who's finally figured out how to converse with Harmony directly in hopes of learning more about her.

When the Princess strikes up a conversation, she soon discovers that one of Equestria's greatest defense mechanisms is actually a rather interesting individual, and she's not been alone in the cave for all these years.

The idea is most definitely not my own, nor is it original, but it's one I could not resist writing! Special thanks to those who give me the inspiration to write crackfics

In the quaintest and furthest stellar reaches of your race's empire, an anomalous planet has been discovered in orbit around a G-type main sequence star.

You are a high researcher of the Star Guild, and you have been tasked with leading a joint expedition to this mysterious world. But what lies in store there? A grand paradise laden with ancient magics to fuel your people's scientific strides, or just another disappointing backwater prime only for farming and industry? One thing is already clear to both yourself and the Guild: nature does not concentrate so much magic on one world and its moon just on its own.

Just a little experiment of mine into the realm of second person narrative, so it may be a little rough

Cover art and partial inspiration by flamevulture17

Celestia decided to cave in to her younger sister's curiosity for Star Swirl's old magical technology. Now, she's temporarily stuck with Luna and Discord in energized space-time bubbles above Canterlot, forced to watch the most bizarre (and to a select few apparently, the most romantic) film ever made:

The history of Equestria, in reverse.

I wrote this to celebrate both my birthday and Valentines' Day today, and it's probably one of my most outlandish stories to date. Contains a tiny bit of Luna x Discord (Because why not?) Happy Hearts and Hooves Day!

Some nights can be exceptionally weird. Especially when a random box arrives in Princess Celestia's mail, with no return address. Inside, lies a shiny little red button.

What's it for? What does it do? Who sent it? Where did it come from? Is it some supernatural world-destroying weapon, or a magical artifact that grants wishes? Who cares? Why don't you just press it and find out!!

As many in Equestria would claim with a perfectly straight face, things do in fact go bump in the night, but it's not always what one would expect. Unfortunately for Rarity, she's in for a major surprise in the morning on behalf of Rainbow Dash's mischievous but relatively simple prank.

Just a little something for April Fool's and to kill writer's block. Blame the caffeine.

The self-proclaimed architects of the Crystal Palace and everything shiny beyond it have returned. But who are they, and what do they want? The Princesses aim to find out.

But will their eyes be able to endure such majesty?

While in the midst of its daily musings, Canterlot's mountain finds its focus drawn to a single stranger studying one of its slopes.

Trigger warning: long monologues.