Living in Ponyville for some time, you've gotten used to most ponies and how they are. You have several great friends, and one in particular has been rather brash with her showing off whenever you're about town.

You're pretty sure you know what's up, so does most everypony else, but you decide to make sure.

Snuggling ensues, and neither of you seem too upset over that fact.

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Cover art by the amazing redruin.

Pre-read and edited by Fregz and Aurora Dawn. Thanks, you two!

Top.of the Box of Shame, 3/18/2022. Hella.

After an irritating encounter with Penny, Sheldon retires to his home-away-from-home, his Batcave, his Fortress of Solitude: his office. But the physicist gets more than he bargained for when a strange interdimensional worm hole appears in the Biology department.

Trapped in an unfamiliar, scientifically impossible world. Sheldon has the perfect opportunity to flex his astonishing social skills, or lack thereof. Completely oblivious that the fate of Equestria rests in his hands, Sheldon embarks on a journey of self discovery and love and tolerance... except he doesn't discover anything, and love and tolerance is a waste of time.

Well, maybe he'll learn the value of friendship along the way. But that isn't likely

After a crash leaves Rainbow Dash with the mental state of a child, her friends look after her. At the moment, It's Fluttershy's turn, but she's handling the situation well. Even though, and of course she would never admit it, the strain is starting to get to her. But just a little. Rainbow Dash is her friend, and Fluttershy would sooner die than let her suffer. She can take it.

She can take it.

Just a heads up, this is a might bit darker than my usual stuff.

A commission for Hoovier

Pinkie Pie romps through 19 different categories of short story in search of a satisfactory hayburger. Many thanks to Xaq for making this site so great!

Meeester says I put too many pictures in this story, so HERE'S the unauthorized version with pictures. I think the pictures add to the story. Be sure to like, favorite, comment on, etc. this one, the "official" one though. Sorry about that, but I fought the law and the law won.

Anon just wanted to play a prank with his newfound powers. It got out of hand.
(RGRE)
{This story has two versions, the last chapter is the first person version.}

What if one day you woke up suddenly drowning? The only saving grace you had was a multitude of pink limbs pulling you out and the next thing you knew you’re surrounded by dozens of Pinkie clones... and that you were one of them.

Rainstorms bring out the affectionate side in people. Apparently, ponies are no different.

Twilight asks you to cuddle her on a rainy day, and lucky for her, you are willing to provide just that.

(If anyone happens to know the artist of the cover art, please let me know so I can credit them properly. Thank you!)
(EDIT: Cover art is by Katputze!)
(EDIT 2: Featured on 6/14/21, I'm so honored! )

Entry for CategoricalGrant's Cuddlefic Contest!

"And we are absolutely certain that's a settlement? That Rhysling already has Indigenous populations?"

"Yes, Commander. There is no doubt. An engineer can fix the probe, but he would not know how to talk to them."

"Alright. Forget the engineer, then. Get me the linguist."

Coverart by SagebrushPony (not on Fimfiction).

Preread by Sunnypack, Shinzakura, Ghuntz, and Admiral Biscuit.

French language support by Conflicting views and Sparktail. German language support by Purple Smart. Russian language support by Alkarasu.

This story follows show canon until the end of Season 1.

Featured on 30 June -- 4 July 2021.

This story is a sequel to The Last Decree

I, Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria, do hereby sign the Equestrian Heritage Act, approving its clauses and motions, effective immediately.

First Place entry in the Quills and Sofas Expanded Universe contest, written as a sequel to Zontan's The Last Decree.

Cover art by Snow Quill.

Featured on Equestria Daily, 6/18/21

All the ingredients are there to make a cupcake. There's the friendly visit. There's the crazy friend. There's the demented torture. But add to that a psychological perspective, a look into the true rationale of insanity, and a little twist of lemon, and you have something rather special indeed.

This is cupcakes. Re-imagined. Re-formed. Re-baked.

Important Note:
This story was written for The More Most Dangerous Game with a re-imagining of Cupcakes as the prompt. Yes. That cupcakes. Now, before you all get turned off, please note that the gore is kept to an absolute minimum, with very little blood and no guts whatsoever. This is Cupcakes using my own recipe, and my recipe calls for something a little different. So please enjoy, and remember to come back for seconds.

This story is rated Teen for non-explicit bodily harm. There is -no- gore outside of slight injury and suggestive scenes. The 'alternate universe' tag is to tell you that this absolutely does not happen in any of your personal canons, so don't worry. =3 Tee hee hee.