No one alive today can say where she came from; simply that she has always been there.

And yet, few ponies have had a greater impact on Princess Celestia's life than Raven, her most faithful aide.

Inspired by and based off of a headcanon put forth by Heir-of-Rick, though perhaps a bit less insidious than what he had in mind. He very kindly provided an alternate version of his image for me to use as my cover image! Text added by me.

All comments and criticism very welcome!

Featured in the Royal Canterlot Library! Go there to read the interview for some behind-the-scenes info on this story!

Translations: Chinese, Spanish!

Teleportation. It is the best possible way to travel... As long as you don't think about it too much. As long as you don't ask where Twilight goes in that split second when she's neither here nor there.

The sound I listened to as I wrote it, available to you in order to give you the option of having the same atmosphere.

No relation to the other story with the same name, just a coincidence of both picking the same excellent title. I was unaware that the other one existed.
Dramatic Reading by Charles Spratt | Second Reading by TheDizzyDan | Third Reading by Crafty Arts | Fourth Reading by Stormy787
Russian Translation 1 (by Aloz) | Russian Translation 2 (by Doof Ex Machina)

"The Everfree Forest doesn't know what went wrong! A collection of random stories about ponies in need of chaos threatens to be happy. What will become an apple tree, and what will become a mysterious dream? The final foal awakens. Will she destroy gravity?"

A 'My little Pony' fanfiction written using Botnik’s Predictive Keyboard. A collaboration between man and machine, in the same vein as “Harry Potter and the Portrait of What Looked Like A Large Pile of Ash”.

Teen rating for quite possibly the most bizarre innuendos you'll ever read.

Special thanks to FanOfMostEverything, and everyone involved in his multi-author shorts-collections "Never the Final Word (Vol. 2)" and "Group Precipitation" for providing the input data.

This story is a sequel to The Freeport Venture

Young Kukri Doo faces the greatest crisis of her young life. Worse than the time her ship was chased by pirates. Worse than the time the Equestrian Intelligence Service took her prisoner. Even worse than the time a Primal Changeling tried to turn her into its next meal.

It's Sunset Shimmer's birthday!!! And despite being the Shimmer-mare's personal apprentice, Kukri doesn't have the first clue where to get the perfect gift for her or what that gift even is! Her parents and friends simply fail to grasp the gravity of this unfolding crisis, or the terrible consequences of failure. Who can imagine what horrors might be unleashed if Kukri can't find the perfect present before time runs out?!

Strumming Heartstrings of the Equestrian Intelligence Services is on a mission. A mission from ... well, actually she just made one up for herself. Sure, she has her actual job of keeping an eye on Celestia's ex-student Sunset Shimmer, but that's not enough to occupy all her time. After all, Sunset seems to have gotten a bit better about not getting herself into too much trouble. Sometimes. Occasionally.

Thus, when Strumming encounters a mad zebra seemingly obsessed with getting revenge against the gryphons who injured him years ago, it seems like it might be an interesting diversion. Little does she know there's more to this case than meets the eye...

Vinyl remembers the doll. It's unmistakably hers, right down to the peanut butter stain on the left foot. Except it's in Octavia's closet, and Octavia insists it's always been hers. Why do they have the same doll – and the same memory?

Thanks to Solstice Shimmer, BaeroRemedy, Oliver, Mitch H, Cursed Quill and Admiral Biscuit for editing, feedback, writing assistance, fact checking and extraordinary patience.

“These otherworldly phenomenons are surprisingly interesting.”

— MrWolfeyes2

“This has been one hell of a ride. I would go so far as to call this a minor masterpiece. It is quite unlike anything I have read up to this point (and I have read, approximately, a metric shit ton,) and it has left a real impression on me. So many try for the psychological mystery and fail horribly, but this was incredible. The reinterpretation of classic characters, concepts, and scenes from the show were amazing. With so many, I expected a few to fall flat, but you nailed every one.”

— FallenFromGlory

“So intriguing...
I can't stop reading it!”

— artofwar77

“I like that this story is bringing up topics now that are incredibly complicated from both a moral and existential standpoint. [...]
Ok, ok, tldr; I like this a lot, because it’s making me and others think about the possibilities.”

— Moosetasm

I don't know how long I have been here. I don't know how much longer I shall stay.

I am waiting for someone important to me, someone who will take me far away. I don't know where they will take me, but it doesn't matter. Because then, I won't be alone anymore.

Many thanks to BloodLord, who made this story so much better than I dreamed it could be. Ge check out his stuff, he's pretty awesome.

Written for the Most Dangerous Game Contest.

What is the cost of freedom?

It is not free, as many would like to think. It isn't guaranteed by words on paper, or by ideas formed in the minds of great thinkers. It's paid for at a cost; a dear cost.

Three little fillies are about to get a lesson in the true price that is to be paid to remain free.

Twilight is having a sleepover with her best friend (and crush) Sunset Shimmer, and they have the house all to themselves. Unbeknownst to Twilight, Sunset has some plans for the evening.

Contains: Pet play, no actual sex, consensual mostly-innocent fun.

Cover vectors:
Sci-Twi by Uponia
Sunset Shimmer by CaliAxian

If the sirens had their way, they would have divided and conquered all of Equestria. But a certain Star Swirl the Bearded wasn't having it. Rumor has it he found a way to banish them to another world – one where he believed their magic power would be lost. That world must have been the one where my Canterlot High friends live.

But Star Swirl must have sent them there ages ago. How come they're just surfacin' now?

A cursory look at the sirens' thousand years of history in the human world before the events of Rainbow Rocks. With apologies to Kim Stanley Robinson.

Absolutely no connection to Death and the Dazzlings.