Two humans, Alice and James, often spend a Friday evening watching a film and slowly melting into the sofa. This week, Alice invites her pony friend Maple Syrup along, as she has seemed down and Alice hopes a quiet, pleasant evening will lift her spirits.

That's the whole thing. That's it. That's all I've got.

Dillon, local human, is sitting around happy as anything one day when Pinkie - who is his friend - appears. A judge is required, she says, and he fits the bill.

He obliges. Not like he had anything better to do.

Not like anyone did, apparently.

One would imagine that the smart thing to do while laying low in a shabby seaside town would be to not indulge in further criminality but the burglars Tim and Dirty Deeds don't seem to share that opinion, and think that knocking over such a fine target of opportunity won't be a big deal.

After all, no-one lives there. Or that's what they heard, at least.

This story is a sequel to Home

While the main body of expedition has carried onwards (or downwards) into newer, deeper worlds, co-operation between the locals of this level and humanity continue.

A two-person team (and their assigned governing intelligence) work with the locals on a project in Canterlot. One of the humans absolutely loves getting to work with magical horses in a delightful, wonderful world. The other is a huge wet blanket.

The story is about the wet blanket.

Roger, local human, is weird, or at least is weird in Rainbow Dash's estimation, but he does appear to have some extra food and she knows he won't mind sharing with her.

Twilight is hungry, and for reason she decides that what she wants is a sandwich - and a sandwich made by the local human, too. He makes good ones.

She finds him in something of a funk, however, which is exactly what she didn't need when she's hungry. Still, these things are sent to test us.

Later, he's better. Very better.

Nightmare has it all. Everything she worked for is now hers. Equestria? Check. Eternal night? Double-check. But there's always a price to pay. For Nightmare Moon? It's the two voices in her head. But the solution may lie in the kitchen.

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After 989 years on the moon, Nightmare Moon is eagerly awaiting her return to Equestria, take down her sister, and claim what should rightfully be hers.

However, one can only brood and plan for so long before things grow... stagnant.

And then, something catches her eye, coming towards her moon's surface at an alarming speed. Maybe this, whatever it is, will prove to aid her in her plans.

[Sex] tag for implications, nothing explicit (obviously it's rated T guys yeesh).

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Story was written for Jinglemas 2021 as a gift for PeerImagination. They wanted a Nightmare Moon and Human romance, and I hope I did good by ya! Apologies for the story length, but it got waaaay out of hand on me and I have a disease where if I'm writing something I'm liking then I tend to do more than I should.

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Cover art by Aquaticvibes, used without permission so if there are any issues feel free to yell at me.

Pre-read and edited by the wonderful Pascoite who helped a ton with the olden speech, and Fregz for putting up with the initial storyboarding that went out of control.

Top of the Box of Shame (M on) 12/26/2021, 12/27/2021 (Oh no not this shit again), 12/28/2021 (The third day), 12/29/2021 (YOU'RE KILLING ME, SMALLS!)

Nightmare Moon has returned from her thousand years of banishment on the moon.

These thousand years have not been kind to her.

She decides to sell the idea of Eternal Night instead of trying to take over the world.

Nothing will go wrong.

Set in: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Part One. Not to be taken seriously.

Thanks to Petrichord for some of the ideas in this story!

Credit for art goes to Silfoe. Art is used without explicit permission, and I will take it down if the original artist, Silfoe requests it.

The search for life outside Earth, whether past or present, has been long and arduous. Some called it pointless, a waste of money, effort and time. Some called for it to stop, seeing no results.

Today, proto-colonist Amanda Chorol has discovered the remnants of life on Mars.