I am a God. A being of ideas and shadow and madness. I can shape the world to my whim.

Why, then, am I suddenly a pony? And how quickly can I leave?

Winner of the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Dreams contest. The prompt was "No way home."

In order to ensure Prince Blueblood does not threaten the security of the royal line of succession, Princesses Celestia and Luna devise a plan to remove the problem. Unfortunately, this involves removing Blueblood's balls.

In order to save his stallion-hood, Blueblood calls upon his friend and mane-stylist, Zephyr Breeze, to save him. Their solution? Get hitched.

Warning: This is a wacky fic, so there will be crazy character pairings and everyone is going to be at least a little out of character. Really, a lot of them will be way out of character. You have been warned.

Rated teen for swears and innuendos.

I honestly didn't think there'd be much to this medical trial. I'd just have to be the guinea pig for a potential cure to a big bad disease. I figured the worst problem I'd have to deal with is sheer boredom of being in a lab for several weeks. But I soon realized that boredom was going to be the least of my worries...

Keywords: Transformation, Slow, Human to Pony, Set on Earth

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Cover Art by TF-Sential.
Based on the Eponavirus/PONID-21 drawings by TF-Sential: https://twitter.com/TFSential/

Changelings can be named after insect body parts. Thorax. Chrysalis. Pharynx. So Leg is a changeling name. Sortof. Technically. She's not happy with it.

My entry in the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Contest #14, "A Worthy End." Written in one hour and totally unedited.

Paul Zagranski is the best negotiator on Earth. He has ended wars and brokered deals between nations. But now, as humans and ponies prepare to seal the greatest trade pact ever between their dimensions, all of humanity is relying on him. We are willing to offer all our technology, our weapons, our science, every book ever written, every song ever sung and every movie ever screened, all of it in order to have what only the ponies can give.

Ear scritches. Also mane brushing and braiding. And nose boops.

God speed, Paul. All of Earth is counting on you.

How do you kill a pegasus's soul? Put her in charge of the town's weather, then only let her schedule sunny days and gentle evening showers. Not thunderstorms, not blizzards, certainly not hail or tornadoes.

Nothing fun, in other words. Celestia forbid the weather team make some real weather, the kind Rainbow Dash dreams about. The farmers would never stand for that.

Well, screw the farmers. Screw the fashionistas and screw the library princess too if she complains. Rainbow Dash has a dream and she's going to share it with the world, whether the world wants it or not.

A story dedicated to anyone who's ever been passionate about something.

Every night, Princess Luna soars through the land of dreams, shepherding the minds of her subjects. It is lonely, thankless work, forgotten by the ponies she helps as soon as the sun rises.

Luna is not the only one who stalks in the night. Monsters, yes, predators that glide in the dark spaces between the stars. But there are other wanderers as well, spirits who step easily between the worlds. Sometimes she meets them.

And sometimes she comes back with them.

An homage to Luna and little siblings everywhere. Keep up the good fight.

Didn't you read that short lil' descriptadoodle thingy back there? That's the story!

Written for the CRACK-STORM 2020 writeoff.

Smolder and her friends can't find Gallus. They send Smolder out to find him.

She finds him making a sandwich.

Mamihlapinatapei; a meaningful look, shared between two ponies, both wishing the other will initiate something that neither wants to start.