Rarity helps a homeless stallion, donates blood, and serves as the catalyst for a revolution in sexual education.

Written for The Barcast's "Make Rarity Not Garbage" contest.

Making money is kind of difficult in Ponyville, what with it being a small town. Luckily, Anon has found she's pretty darn good with kids, and there are plenty of parents who need a foalsitter. So far, nothing at all has gone wrong.
Until, that is, she's left taking care of a Pegasus foal. Nothing works like it should, nothing makes any sense! And it just. Won't. Eat! Hopefully, Rainbow Dash can lend her a hoof before the little darling starves to death.

Warning: Contains vomit. And Anon. Are you really surprised?
Image by MistyDash

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Something about this pony world just ticks you off today. Things are poorly designed, poorly written, poorly paced, and you can't help but be annoyed by everything you see. Obviously, the best thing to do about all this is to complain!
You know that someone's got to be at fault for the state of things, and hopefully someone, or somepony, will fix it for you.
...Even if you hate the word somepony, oh my god, be more original for once in your life!

Contains a lot of sarcasm and some wall breaking. But mostly just whining.

P.S. Now with working cover art!

When you yet again find that pony furniture has failed you, something has to be done. You're tired of being uncomfortable, and of having chairs crumble underneath your weight. You decide to take matters into your own hands, and build yourself something to sit in. Now... how exactly does one build a chair, anyway?

This is a dumb story. It is short, and stupid, and really dumb. It's got a few gross sentences too. Hopefully it'll make you laugh a little anyway.

This story is a sequel to On Common Ground

Being sick is never fun. Still, you have to go about your day, right? You have to get up, have to eat, have to take care of yourself. Sometimes it's just too hard to do that, though. Sometimes, even a helping hand isn't enough to steady yourself when you stumble, and all the comfort in the world won't make you forget how sick you are.
Berry Punch knows that all too well, and simply a regular day in her sickened body is enough to drive her mad. Even a little love from someone dear to her may not keep the doubt, hatred, anger, and sadness at bay.

This story is related to the series When You Least Expect It. It features that Berry Punch, as well as Anon briefly, but reading those stories is not entirely necessary before reading this one. Rather stream of consciousness in nature.
Warning, story contains: Discussions of medical conditions, including urine and vomit in a non-sexual way.

Rapidash accuses you of not knowing her name.

Rated T for the T word.

There are a hundred recipes to serve to a changeling, but for Spike they all boil down to just one thing.

Written for the Make Spike Suffer Contest contest.

Special thanks to Astrarian for editing.

You love your friends in Ponyville, you really do, but you have your suspicions about one of them. Pinkie Pie is so light hearted, bouncy, and carefree, you've begin to wonder if she's really a pony at all. Instead, maybe she's actually a balloon! It seems crazy, but you jut have to find a way to prove it, no matter the cost.

Yeah, this is pretty not-gross and horrible. No vomit, gore, sex, etc. I'm as shocked as you are.

This story is a sequel to Ponies Protecting Ponies

Although this story follows the events of Ponies Protecting Ponies, reading the previous story is not necessary to enjoy this one.

Amethyst Star, to put it simply, just had a very long night. On top of a productive first day of work, she now finds herself settling into the town of Ponyville for her new job. At least for the time being, she's been assigned to stay with a coworker. Of course, no one told Amethyst that her new roommate would need an occasional babysitter for one rambunctious little tyke.

Artwork by the talented Liger Storm

Everyone gets scared of the dark sometimes. When you're a kid, you might need a nightlight to make all the bad stuff go away. When you grow up and grow old, though, sometimes that darkness has something special waiting for you, and no nightlight can shine it away. I'll just keep telling myself that if I don't look, it can't get me. Right?

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Please Note: This reads more like stream of consciousness psychological creepiness, rather than monster or classical style horrors.

Coverart by RU5KI