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Aliens have come to Equestria, though not of their own choice. Known as a tyrant, a champion, a bully, a father, and even a murderer in his home world, Fel, along with his companions Isaac and Noel, have not only been stripped from their world but of their forms and forced into the shape of ponies. These beyonders have only ever lived in the harsh and unforgiving environment of their home, Felarya. However, to get back, they must do what they can to adapt to the seemingly peaceful land of pastel talking ponies with tattoos on their butts; a jarring transition to be sure. Will they be able to find a way back home peacefully, or will Fel’s diminished state force him to give in to his less pleasant urges?
To make matters worse, strange omens have been observed by those who know what to look for and whispers have been heard in the most unsettling of places. If Felarya is a world where Fel, at best, can be called one of the lesser evils, how will Equestria fare if he wasn’t the only one to cross the veil?


I'd also like to credit DFatman for proof reading.

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This sounds like an interesting fic. How often will it be updated and will we know more about the backstory of these guys?

That's encouraging, but don't expect a consistant schedule from this one. I'll update as I can, but I have no idea when the muse will help there. But yes, there will be more backstory. However, if you can't wait, I have a deviantart page http://lordmep.deviantart.com/gallery/26968565/Felarya

Hmm... I want to see where this goes....

6661319 And I hope to give you something worth seeing. Thanks for the favorite.

pascal talking ponies

"To make light of philosophy is to be a true philosopher," said the rainbow-maned pony.
"If we look at our work immediately after completing it, we are still too involved; if too long afterwards, we cannot pick up the thread again," added the purple one, which was currently busying itself with some experiment involving a tube and a bowl of mercury.
"The heart has its reasons, which reason does not know. We feel it in a thousand things," the pink one finished solemnly.

Felarya

Wait, is this one of this kind of stories

7317788 If you mean vore, then no. Such is alluded to, but never occurs.

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