My name is Aran, and I have lived in Equestria for almost a year now. I don't remember how I arrived to Equestria, but I can never forget what happened when I arrived. Vivisection, the betrayal of trust, and speciesism. This is my story of how the so-called paradise was turned into a prison with only one way out.

Editor: Isaac3924
Editor: Zyrian
Art-cover: Sonson-Sensei

I got dragged to Equestria by pure accident due to an experiment gone 'wrong', roughly forty years before Nightmare Moons' arrival.
No matter what I do, as a pony-changeling hybrid, something will change with Equestria. I just hope I don't doom the country before Nightmare Moon even arrives... Or worse.

This is the first story I ever tried to write professionally, so there WILL be errors, for that, I apologize in advance.
I'm editing and proofreading it on my own because I literally suck when it comes to using this site competently.
Lastly, I am a slow writer due to IRL getting in the way but I will try my hardest to settle the story down whether it's popular or not.

Fair warning, there may be spoilers in the comments.

Thank you to Little Tigress for the fantastic cover art.

I still can't believe it all started with a family camping trip gone wrong. One moment I was enjoying my time with my parents and brothers, then next thing I knew I was stranded on a world full of magic and mythological creatures. In one day, I went from worrying about the upcoming calculus test to worrying about my next meal. I remember how the only thing keeping me going was the hope that I might find a way home. Little did I know that some deities had other plans in store for me.

I remember all the promises I made, both those kept and betrayed. I remember the friends I made on my little adventure; the same friends I threw away when everything came crashing down. Oh, the memories I made... Oh, the memories I am now forever cursed to remember.

I suppose this is a just punishment. My only regret is that my friends may never hear my side of the story.

Set between Seasons 2 and 3 // Some deviations from canon post-season 2 due to when this was originally started.

Pre-read, Cover art, and Audio Reading provided by: Skijarama

Cpt. Daniel Peters, British Army, 1st Armoured Infantry Brigade, 7th Battalion.

That’s who I was, who I try to be even though I can’t.

My life wasn't perfect, wasn't great, wasn't bad either. It was ordinary. Was Ordinary.

Now stuck in candy land I have no idea if I’m dreaming, died and gone to heaven, gone to hell or all three.

Markus Becker is a Hauptmann, or Captain, of the German "Bundeswehr", mechanized Infantry. At least he was, until his armoured car hit an IED and he was sent to Equestria. There he found, that he couldn't move, no matter how hard he tried.
Luckily for him though, there is four-hooved help nearby...

'Sex'-warning added for a few sexual implications here and there... and because of chapter 32.

Added 'Gore' because I noticed that I went a little overboard with the descriptions of the action. Especially given that it is rated 'teen'.

3/14/24 Still Alive Edition

There's only one pony in Ponyville that the Mane Six have never met. Pinkie Pie has never thrown him a party, Applejack has never sold him a mug of cider, and Twilight has never seen him check out any books. And as far as that unicorn, Lapis Print, is concerned, that's exactly how it should be.

Lapis can't risk them knowing where he lives, what he does for a living, or even what his name is - if he gets his way, the Mane Six won't even know he exists, and nopony in Ponyville will miss him once he's gone.

It should be a piece of cake - after all, it's not like the biggest magical power in Equestria is about making sure everypony looks out for each other, right?

(Rated Teen for language - mental cursing mostly.)

(WARNING: contains major spoilers for Red Dead Redemption 2. Please do not read any of this story if you wish to enjoy the ending of the game. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

That deer. It was always that deer... began the final journal entry of the withered old stallion that lived outside Appleoosa. Wheezing out another cough, he grabbed a handkerchief from the Brown duster he wore, weathered with age and the occasional bullet hole or two from a time long past. Coughing into the cloth revealed blood.

He sighed. "Well," he chuckled. "I'll be making my way home soon, Mary..." Grabbing a hat from the chair he huddled near, he dusted it off as best as he could. Fitting it to his head, he pulled it taut using the rope tied loosely above the brim.

"We know you're in there, Morgan! It's time to give up!" Somepony yelled from outside.

Standing up, Arthur set the notebook he wrote in for the last few decades he spent in Equestria on the chair, hoping that someday his story will be told.

Redemption has a heavy cost, after all...

NCR Ranger Veteran,
BoS Knight,
Lucky Bastard,
Courier Six,

Six, (Anti)Hero of the Mojave Wastes, has been called by many names. But no name rung truer at that moment than idiot. A random quest out to the West, and what does he have to show for it? A new body, and a new world.

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A man named Glenn Delta who has fought in wars and armed conflicts, has created a new branch of special forces due to the horrifying experiences that he experienced during the time of his service. But, while he was back in action trying to save the world and the people that he took oath to protect , he was suddenly sent into a different place, or should i say.... A different WORLD.

A/N: This story has a slightly different timeline. What i meant is that, some events and characters
from earth and MLP has been changed. The pictures that i use is just for me to improve my imagination capabilities so that i could make a better story, but you could always think of what you want to think in this story. If you want the vehicles to look different, then use your imagination to make it look how you want it to look like.

This story is a sequel to Equestrian Border Checkpoint

Hi, I’m Anon. I’m the asshole in the booth at the Checkpoint. See, ever since I came to the Equestrian Border Checkpoint of Manehatten, I’ve done two things. Stamp papers, and yell at people. I do both of these things really well. Now, without further ado, get your shit and get out, you’re holding up the line.

Papers Please does NOT belong to me, but there isn’t a tag for it. Sex tag is for references to sex. Also, there’s a shizzle ton of swear words. It get heckin hectic.

Amazing Cover art by LazyHooves
Chapters 1-14: The Human Arc
Chapters 15-28: The War Arc