A one-shot comedy inspired by what I've gone through in the last twelve months.

Princess Cadence and Prince Shining Armor are expecting a little one soon. However, Shining Armor fails to hide from his wife that he doesn't know the first thing about foalbirth, or just how much it will change their lives. Before he acts like a total schmuck and says something idiotic in the delivery room, she takes him to foalbirth class, one taught by an experienced delivery room nurse and midwife. Overreactions ensue.

References IDW Comics #11 and #12.

Pre-reading/editing by HopeForTheFew.

I did the cover art using stills from the show and one piece of equipment hopefully you won't see in a delivery room (should you choose to find yourself in one).

Everything was fine for Tyler Herg when it came to where he wanted to go in life. He just finished getting an Associates Degree in engineering, he had a part time job at a local dealership, and he was more then ready to take those vacation days and use them. Of course like most things in life, we tend to have something come and put a small hiccup in plans.

Though, calling the entire continent being turned into magical pastel ponies is not exactly what Tyler would call a "small hiccup".

Now turned into an Earth Pony, Tyler finds himself in a more precarious situation then he thought he'd ever be in. Having to help his sister raise seven children after the madness settled down in his home. With various new problems in the world and a newly revealed organization looming over their heads, Tyler just hopes that he'll be up to the task.

An aftermath/side story to the ever popular Trilogy "Cool Story Bro... Needs more Ponies."
Rated Teen for Language.

Jason's life has grown dull. While some may have thought that the weekly monster attacks might have kept him on his toes, he had grown to learn that as the norm around town. Now, after months of living in Ponyville, he can't shake the feeling that there is a void in his life. He follows his usual routine every day: breakfast, a quick shower, followed by a quick walk to the park to read the newspaper. One morning, he finds two parents playing with their filly in the playground. As he watches, an idea sparks within his mind: why not adopt a pony of his own?

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This story is a sequel to New Beginnings

Human turned Unicorn Blank Page is finally settling down in his new form and home and life is returning to normal. What a normal life is however might be relative, especially when you suddenly changed species, are living in the castle, dating a god-princess and is followed around by changelings.

Warning: Contains enough slice of life to make a entire cake of life.

Continuation can be found here: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/332488/consequences

AN// All the thanks to people over at Spacebattles.com for helping me beta.

AN2// Many thanks to mix-up for the coverart. His user page can be found here: http://www.fimfiction.net/user/mix-up and the deviant art page can be found here:http://amalgamzaku.deviantart.com/

It had been a long time since Gari had seen her Mother-even longer since she had heard her voice. She had known her Mother before she had transformed into Nightmare Moon, and now, she would see her again. Gari would always remember the beautiful mare that saved her life; the wonderful pony that made her who she was. She would always remember her.

Now, if only her Mother would remember her, too.

Dedicated to DavieRocket, whose loyal dedication to Lyra is as amazing as his art.

The cover art is by TheZealotNightmare and is used with his permission. All credit goes to him.

This story is part of an art trade with BlndDog for the cover art for Council of Five, and serves as a backstory to his story: Of The Last Millennium. However, it can be read as a stand-alone.

This story is a sequel to Scootaloo's Family

Scootaloo has the worst family in all of Equestria! Even Princess Twilight Sparkle agrees. That’s why she’s granting Scootaloo the whole summer to find a new, better family. And Scootaloo knows just where to go.

Set between Season Four and Season Five.

Celestia and Scootaloo are homeless in a Ponyville alleyway together. They like to talk about things.

These are the things they talk about.

Note: The crayon scribbles of a plot is done, but the ride never ends story still updates.

The ponies of Equestria know Harmony as not just an ideal, but as a force that actively shapes their existence. It guides them through their lives, brings them prosperity and ensures good will triumph over evil most of the time.

However, exposure to it can be unpredictable for those crossing over from other realms. Sufficiently long stays in Equestria can even lead to a change of form to one indigenous to the land.

And those unlucky enough to be slated to become a source of Harmony itself may find themselves unable to leave.

Translation: This fic contains the gradual transformation of a human (male) to a very young alicorn filly.

Set just before Season Five. Non-Earth human and an Equestria that's slightly different.

Cover Art by the talented Mix-up check out his work here: http://amalgamzaku.deviantart.com/

The dare was simple enough: break into Granny Rags' house, grab something old and creepy then get out of there as quickly as possible.

However, Jemaul and Matt were in for the most interesting Halloween of their lives as they learn that one does not simply steal from a witch and get away scot-free.

Who says the magic isn't real? These boys certainly don't now.

A collaboration with Greycait

Edited by Blazing Sword and Gambit Prawn

After an accident in his Grandmother's attic, Silver found himself stranded in a world unlike anything he had ever imagined. Finding himself trapped in this new place, he has no choice but to learn to adapt and grow. Wings, magic, and cities that float high among the clouds are only some of the adventures he'll be faced with on his journey. But wondrous sights and new friends will not replace his old ones. Will he find a way home, or will he be forced to live out the rest of his days with home as nothing but a fading memory.