When Twilight needs a pardon, Celestia is there to provide. When Twilight doesn’t need one, Celestia still provides.

Rarity helps a homeless stallion, donates blood, and serves as the catalyst for a revolution in sexual education.

Written for The Barcast's "Make Rarity Not Garbage" contest.

Equestria has been saved, and the space pirate menace is no more. Now all that is left for Samus is to wait for the federation diplomats, and enjoy her impromptu vacation. Provided no one touches her helmet.

The Solaris Corporation has done the impossible. Its best and brightest have built a truly independent artificial superintelligence, skilled enough to create and maintain a simulated reality for humanity to escape to in the face of the planet's oncoming ruin. Within this magical world of Equestria, the essential role of fulfilling each user's every desire falls to the Ambassadors—minor intelligences modeled after the larger pride and joy of Solaris Corp. One of these Ambassadors is about to welcome her two hundred thousand, eight hundred, and ninety-fifth user into his new home.

He—and she—will never be the same again.

My entry into GaPJaxie's "Friendship Is Optimal" contest. Rated Teen for language and thematic content.

A commission for user Yakopak, wherein Rainbow Dash and the newly displaced resident human share a chill bro moment over some wholesome family-friendly hallucinogenic drugs.

Audiobook by The Mystery Fluttershy Fan can be listened to Here!

The day has finally come: Celestia's Nightmare has overtaken her. Daybreaker is on the rise, and all of Equestria will burn.

Her first target: Ponyville, home the Elements of Harmony.

But Daybreaker didn't count on one thing. See, she's really hot, and some ponies are just really, really horny.

Rainbow Dash isn't sure what's going on, why it's happening, or even what species she's supposed to be. All she knows is that it's Nightmare Night and Ponyville has gone crazy.

Crazier than usual.

In a bad way.

Point is, it's a problem, and she's going to fix it... somehow.

Honorable Mention in the Transformation group's Autumn Pony-to-Human TF Contest.

Today was a shaping up to be a bad day, Apple Bloom had been running for her life in the Everfree forest. Now she didn't even know if she was even in the same forest anymore. She had never before seen trees so tall, and never before had she met something so strange.

Something ancient.
Something overflowing with old and powerful magic.
Something green.

She's only been here for a few minutes, and yet she knows more about how things should work than anypony alive. Meet the expert on all things Equestrian, except how to pronounce or spell it (and if you're pointing that out to her, then you're just being racist). She knows how to fix everything, and all that's required to do so is to let her speak with the manager!

...the Princesses?
Are you sure there isn't a higher authority available?

(Now with author Patreon and Ko-Fi pages. Due to minimal story length, this was a Patreon freebie.)

Rated C for Crackfic.
This story has no purpose in existing beyond my wanting to kill a Karen.

The Equestrian Architecturial Association sends an inspector to make sure Twilight's School Of Friendship is up to code. The school reacts with the appropriate amount of panicked hysteria.

An entry into HapHazred's A Change Of Pace contest.

Cover art vector by Ultra the HedgeToaster