This story is a sequel to A Sleeping Rose

Lily's conspiracy newspaper said that there was a monster near Ponyville, and while it was mostly wild speculation, town gossip said that Ginger Gold suddenly had somebody—something—unexpected working in her woodlot.

Lily had her thoughts about that, and so did I. Assuming it actually existed, would Ginger Gold hire it if it was really a monster? I didn’t think so, but the only way to find out was to see for myself.

Pre-read by TheLegendaryBillCipher, The Red Parade and Topaz Moon

It had been hard enough, being one of the first. With the walls dropped, leaving her nation, her herd, traveling to Japan and trying to exist among so many strangers... every day had been a challenge. But she'd tried. Day by day, hoofstep by hoofstep, she'd felt she was finding her place in the human world.

But now there are no humans. No other demis or liminals. Nothing to anchor her. She exists among tiny horses and the scent of their fear, or at least what little of it drifts into her cell.

For nopony can look at a centaur and see anything but a monster.

(Now with author Patreon and Ko-Fi pages -- and the TVTropes page just went live.)

Cover art by Harwick. Please contact him for commission rates & prints.

Trigger warning: character interpretation.

Green Grass has a new little student named Ooo to escort during Nightmare Night. A very special student, unlike any he has ever seen before.

Let's hope he can survive the experience, and everypony involved learns something from it.

Rapidash accuses you of not knowing her name.

Rated T for the T word.

This story is a sequel to Lost Cities

Once upon a time there was a high tower at the edge of the world. The ponies who lived there thought it would last forever.

It did not. Neither did the great pegasus cloud fortresses, or the earth ponies's mighty metropolises, or even Everfree, home of the Sisters and the glorious capital from which they ruled an empire. Cities, it seems, are as mortal as ponies – they are born, they live, and someday they must die.

But the world goes on. The stories never end.

Hello, friends! My name is Lemony Cutewhistle.

I am probably a normal pony.

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Editing thanks to Aquaman and Masked Ferret.

Every year, on Hearthswarming, Berry Punch makes a drink for Fluttershy. One perfect drink.

A gift for Shakespearicles.

This story is a sequel to The Perfect Drink

Every year, on Hearth's Warming, Berry Punch makes a drink for ponies. One special, perfect drink for each pony that needs it. This year, Ocellus wants one.

A Jinglemas 2019 gift for GaPJaxie

"You magnificent horse! I can't believe you did it! What you wrote is fantastic and I'm going to give it a proper review. But damn, you outdid yourself!" - GaPJaxie

"Friggin' amazing! Your sequel is basically everything I wanted out of a sequel and better than I could have written!" - Petricord

"This is, in many ways, the best kind of sequel (and clearly a labour of passion, given Shakespearicles wrote it for GapJaxie for Jinglemas as a sequel to the Jinglemas story he got from GapJaxie the prior year)." - Ghost Mike

There aren’t McRibs in Equestria, but that won’t stop a pony who wants her McRib fix. If they can’t be had at the Hayburger, it’s not that much of a stretch to commute to Alliance, Nebraska and get one.

Or maybe two, because right now they’re two for six at participating locations.

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What if pony princesses were actually highly social carnivores?

What if a National Geographic team began following them around to film a documentary?

What if nopony saw anything unusual about this?

A metaphor about growing up. Or possibly a metaphor about living in a surveillance society. Or maybe just a very, very weird idea that needed to become a story.