It's not a strip club! It's a place where ponies make love donations and, in return, changelings dance for them. That's not what a strip club does, right?
When a man finds trees tall as his waist and an ancient castle with furniture much too small for him; he comes across the inhabitants of the new world. The thing is, he can hold one of them in the palm of his hand.
It is not every day that you learn that a monster of legend is real, let alone friends with Rarity. If she had heard of the old stories, perhaps she would be more cautious. Or more daring. (RGRE) {Has first and second person versions}
Anon is too cheap to spring for a golden apple, so he settles for a cardboard box. Didn't start any wars, accidentally a job, 9/10 would recommend. [RGRE] {This story has two versions, the last chapter is the first person version.}
Sometimes, there are states of emotion that can overwhelm even the mightiest of creatures; or so they say. Queen Chrysalis had never taken stock in such tales, nor the creatures that told them. Until today that is.
In the future, we'll colonize the solar system, cure cancer, clone the human genome, and build trans-dimensional hoodies that can summon tiny talking horses from an alternate universe. It's pretty snazzy.
Anon is a homeless man in Canterlot and relies on his music for bits, due to the ponies turning him down due to his alien figure. What will happen when another musician happens across him stealing her audience?
The ponies of Ponyville grew fearful of a being that lived among them. Wielding the weapons of his people, will they finally band together and claim victory over him once and for all? Or be shot down in defeat?
[WARNING: Contains ear scratching, belly rubs, and blushing cheeks] Anonymous is sent to jail for his most heinous crimes of bullying in the second degree, there he meets a mare working as a prison guard called Cookies 'n Cream.