Everyone knows that Russia is shifty at best and about as reliable as back alley surgery. I mean, that's been a given in our world since Ivan the Terrible was around. Unfortunately, the Princesses of Equestria haven't exactly learned this lesson, and have left themselves terribly open to a cyber attack launched by the Russian Federation.

But what exactly is Putin after?

Currently relevant, absurd pony political satire. Teen for hidden innuendos.
A number of links are provided in-story at relevant points. Be warned, a significant amount of political flaming (biased against everyone equally) within.

EDIT: Featured 1/2/17! Thanks so much!

This story is a sequel to Friendship is Grievous

The brutal Clone Wars have at last come to an end. The Separatists are no more, and from the ashes of the Galactic Republic, the Galactic Empire has emerged. Now, the ponies of Equestria must choose their path through a dark and terrible time.

TV Tropes page.

Cover art by Mix-up over at his his deviantart.

During the red invasion of Finland, a lightly equipped sniper is sent to the land of Equestria by unknown means and is hunted down by the locals. He does the first thing that he was told to do if he was separated from the army, head east and regroup with the 61st Infantry Regiment.

Killing the undead. Those three words accurately summed Barry's life. After all, his plant army was practically built for it. The remaining weeks of the zombie apocalypse was a breeze. But now that it's all over, Barry finds himself to be unsatisfied with his life. That is, until he buys a magical amulet from Crazy Dave.

Now, Barry is trapped in a strange land where he makes unexpected enemies. Can Barry defend his pride and himself?

(A Plants vs Zombies Crossover)

It had been nearly a year since you won that labor lottery. This job had quickly turned into the best thing that has ever happened to you and your family. From the Grestin checkpoint, you had seen it all; terrorist attacks, long-seperated lovers getting back together, people trying to smuggle drugs into the country...
None of that compares to the day a portal opens to an alternate dimension just outside the walls.
Which is bad, because inevitably that means more papers for you to check and double check.
But still, a job's a job. Might as well keep a straight face about it...
And remember:
Glory to Arstotzka.

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Experiment Length: ███████, 20██ to [DATA EXPUNGED]
Location: Site ██
Researchers: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Outcome: [DATA CORRUPT]

Note from Dr. R█████: "Hell, I know we get up to a lot of dirty business down here, but... Christ, this one takes the cake. Course, no one knew just what this would turn into, least of all ██████, the poor bastard. Whether you were assigned to read over this god-forsaken experiment, or if you just wanted to see what all the fuss was about, let me clear something up right now: SCP-7663 didn't deserve a [EXPLETIVE DELETED] thing we did to her. We didn't know that then, of course, but, well, hindsight's 20/20, right?"

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The lands of Equestria and Gryphonia are being tainted by pollution from human industrialization. With the gryphons threatening with war, can the ponies keep the peace between them and the humans? With the future of Equestria hanging by a thread, can the ponies and gryphons stand up to a technology that is much more advanced than their own? Or will they be doomed to destruction by the hands of man?

Editors: pjabrony, RobertBel98
Many thanks to CplHenderson for spicing up my cover art.
Character tags will be added as they appear. My first fic, criticism and feedback is welcomed. Human tech is approximately that of 1918

A Warhammer 40k Crossover. Not a brutalization fic. A Brony's First Warhammer fic. Gore will be as light as possible.

In the nightmare future of the 41st millennium, there is only war. There is no hope in a galaxy filled with terror and fear. When three fillies from the magical, peaceful land of Equestria are suddenly thrust into this living nightmare, they must adapt in order to survive. They will sacrifice everything they know and love in order to keep themselves alive.

War will change them.

And the Marks of War will stay with them forever.

"It is not the Horror of War that troubles me but the Unseen Horrors of Peace."—Imperial Thought of the Day

A cosplayer is sent to the Equestria of a hundred years ago - a Victorian era of high adventure on the wild fringes of the world. Too bad he's a PDF trooper from Warhammer 40k.

A contest entry for the Rage Review's group, the F*** THIS PROMPT Round 4.

The prompt: "A Cosplayer ends up in Equestria with his/her stuff."

I'd never write a pseudo-Displaced fic otherwise. Must be complete by July 13th. Emperor save me.

On the battlefield, they're a stolid grey wave of humanity. They live with a disturbing lack of wanting to live, and are well known for pessimism, morbidity, and an institutional death wish - if you can even get them to talk, that is.

On the battlefield, they're a loose conglomeration of whatever the Planetary Governors can scrape up. In theory, they defend their planets from external and internal threats, forming the first line of defense for the Imperium of Man. In practice, the only tactical consideration they are in the minds of battlefield commanders is a force to slow down threats with sheer numbers until the Imperial Guard arrives to start the battle.

The Death Korps of Krieg and the Planetary Defense Forces are wildly incompatible, and so are their members. However, when misguided aim lands one human from each in the far north of Equestria, teamwork is the only hope for success.

For Rhia, it's difficult trying to preserve one's life when one's survival partner considers you useless, along with not caring about trying especially hard to survive.

For 57-893, it's annoying when your only company is obsessed with the ridiculous notion of not wanting to 'die for the Emperor'.

A change of outlooks is in order.

And what of the natives?