So, I was living a fairly normal life, going to school, reading fanfics, marvelling at the magnificence of the internet and humanity at large, you know, a totally normal person. Then, suddenly, I wasn't. No biggie, because every brony's dream came true for me: I was reborn as a pony, an Alicorn even! That sounds great, right? Ah, aha, um, nope! Not when I'm the "son" of God-Empress Celestia of the Holy Empire of Equestria, who would make even the Imperium of 40k balk at her xenophobia and egomania. Well, I've got magic, that has to count for something, right?

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2017-07-09: Holy salmon, I've been featured. My first ever story got featured. In 3 days. I have no idea what I did to have the honour, but thank you all!

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I was living a comfortable life. Had a loving wife and son, money was absolutely no issue, everything was swell.

Next thing I know, I'm hearing voices, I can't move, I can't talk, I can't even breathe. Yet, I know I'm alive, though I don't entirely feel like myself anymore.

Then I end up being the last of survivor of my new race.

I'm not even human anymore...

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-A HiE fic as a changeling in an alternate universe where MLP was never aired on Earth.
-Starts shortly before the end of Season 2.
***Slow updates! You've been warned!***
-Current cover image is a placeholder. Trying to find a more appropriate one...
-Comments below contain spoilers!
-The [Tragedy] tag is there mainly because I can't put up the [Sad] tag, due to conflicts with the [Comedy] tag.

Alpha Spark was always good with ideas, it was his specialty after all. Not that they were always good ideas, but that was a minor detail as far as he was concerned. He inspired that initial spark of creation in others, but when that same inspiration leads him to taking a certain someone into his protection, a chain of events is set in place that will turn most of Equestria and forces even beyond that against him.
He still maintained it was a good idea at the time though...

Ten years ago, the Griffon Empire opened a portal to a strange new world and tried to annex it. In the peace settlement that followed they lost control of the province containing the portal. Since then, the Griffonian Democratic Republic had been completely isolated, surrounded on all sides by a hostile empire. Now, for the first time, a visitor had been allowed.

Tennae is a young changeling who, after the fall of Queen Chrysalis at the hands of Princess Cadence, has been sent out to Ponyville to prepare it for the grand return of her Queen.

But young changeling minds are so impressionable nowadays... and this changeling will experience first-hand some of the questions she's wanted answered. Among them, possibly the most important:

What truly is love?

This is an Anon in Equestria story. Written for Valentine's Day. Sorry if it's a dealbreaker, but TOO BAD HERE WE GO

Ripped from home with no explanation to a place that is both incredibly strange and eerily familiar. What world he walks on, what these creatures are, why he's here. There are many things Rajrishi does not understand about Equestria. He hopes to fix that.

But mostly he just wants to go home.

When Rainbow Dash receives the verdict that her final grade is in jeopardy, she enlists the help of most eggheadiest person she knows.

Unfortunately, she encounters a problem. A naked problem.

A very naked problem.

A comedy of the nudist variety.

It brings me great pride to say that this fic inspired the Nudists and Nudity group. Go check it out for all your barebacked needs!

Rated "T" for trigonometry.
Sex tag is for lewd jokes and language, not sex scenes.

Cadance isn't Sombra. But Sombra's leadership is all the crystal ponies remember, a ruler they had to love at all costs, with the final payment being their own lives. And as they gradually come to see their new Princess as leader instead of savior, too much of that residual fear is being transferred to her. They praise her, adore her, refuse to correct her no matter what she does -- because they live in terror of the consequences for doing anything else. They have yet to find their own voices, and may go on repeating hers until Celestia and Luna switch shifts. So how can she make them tell her when she's wrong, see that there's nothing to be afraid of, and take the next step in coming back to themselves once and for all?

Forbidding them to do anything other than criticize her should do the trick, right?

...right?

(Part of the Triptych Continuum, which has its own TVTropes page and FIMFiction group -- but can be read as a stand-alone, and no knowledge of the other stories is required. New members and trope edits are welcome.)

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Kid did it. Pulled it off. Set everything back to normal. Restored the world.

Sometimes I think we lost just as much then as we did when the calamity hit.

Kid spent the rest of his second term on the rippling walls, his old friend by his side the entire time. The hammer was always the strength behind the kid's words, but the kid couldn't call it his best friend anymore. Felt it would be wrong. A memoir from the Bastion. But that was far from the only thing that it let him keep.

He was in Caelondia proper when he saw her. And she returned his gaze. They knew each other, somehow. So they met again, for the first time. Zia had been able to overcome the betrayal eventually, but it still stung her, still hurt her to talk about it. Somethings ain't gonna go away with time, somethings need a special kind of care.

She introduced him to her father, Venn, a genius, nervous fellow. But the kid's eye was caught by the man's friend. An older fellow with pure white hair a lot like his own, and they shared a moment in remembrance of an unlived life. This time, they introduced themselves the first time they met. Rucks.

It felt... complete. Almost.

They were missing someone.

The name eluded them, but they remembered their past in blurry colors, and their were some colors that were very easy to recall.

That day, before they went to their homes, Zia offered a prayer. She asked for guidance and truth. She asked for help for the weary. And she asked for peace for her friend, that no matter where he was he would have a chance to redeem himself. He deserved at least that much.

I can't say much for the first two parts of that prayer, but the third part came true. Hope Zulf keeps himself together in this new world.

Spy.

Potions Teacher.

Traitor.

Murderer.

Severus Snape was known as many things. But right now, he was just confused.

"And just...what are you all supposed to be?"