This story is a sequel to An Apple Sleep Experiment

It’s been seven years since the great massacre, and ponies are still trying to cope in the aftermath. Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, and her friends (minus one obvious apple) are preparing for the annual memorial, when an unexpected castle guest threatens to disrupt the peace in Ponyville forever.

This is the OFFICIAL Sequel to my previous story "An Apple Sleep Experiment", both of which have audio/visual adaptations on Youtube! For the sequel, it will be in four parts, linked here:

Part 1:
https://youtu.be/E5RB92VTb-4

Part 2:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozjdx76WOjs

Part 3:
https://youtu.be/gcyds853F6Q?si=lnllIymkUUuBitd_

Part 4:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uZdFXoxI8M

In the wake of a harrowing experience in the caves beneath The Pie Farm, Pinkie Pie is left twice-cursed—first by disturbing visions, and then by a question: will she ever sleep again?
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Huge thanks to Chudo, RB, TMBT, Oblivion, Wayward, Smokinguy, and gapty for helping fine-tune the fic via prereading and editing.

Cover art done by MissTwipie.

If Rarity saved half her meals to feed to the fairies so she could stay pretty, Sweetie Belle wasn't going to argue. Rarity was always right, after all.

CW: Eating disorders, anorexia specifically. Hopeful/happy ending, I promise.

Thank you to Snow Quill for prereading!

Ocellus doesn't like the way Hyaline looks. Neither do any of the other changelings.

She wants him to stop.

He doesn't feel the need to.

In the beginning, there was nothing but Cozy Glow. And then, there was light.

An entry into the Cozy Glow Short Story Contest #4 with the prompt "Of all things, it was love that Cozy needed."

Now with fanart from the amazing AMENDOkat!

This story is a sequel to Salmon Run

When the leaves turn golden and crisp, fried by the Summer Sun to a tender perfection, Twilight Sparkle discovers something even MORE alarming than whatever was up with the pegasi in the previous fic.

Alternate Summary: The pegasi are missing. Twilight is the only one alarmed about this, and it's up to Applejack to make things worse.

Other Alternate Summary: "Twilight learns things that outrage her and Applejack uses potato as a verb."

Written as an "intentionally-bad" sequel to Mushroom's fabulous and genuinely well-written Salmon Run for a contest in which a group of friends all wrote awful expansions to each other's stuff. When asked to comment, Mushroom had the following to say:

"I am absolutely HOWLING.

I should have known this would be stupidly brilliant. I'm genuinely angry that this is so good and creative and interesting because it's literally. This. It's potatoes.

I have a mighty need to create an image of roided out RD. Silent, you're a terrifying genius. This will genuinely, truly never leave me." -Mushroom

Art done by Mushroom immediately after their comment.

When the leaves turn golden and crisp,

fried by the Summer Sun to a tender perfection,

the salmon come home to die.

Weird experimental piece that took second place in the Quills and Sofas pegasus contest. The prompts were "broken wings" / "hostile skies". It was originally written in 75 minutes. This version has only received minor grammatical edits.

Read the sequel!

Beware inspiration found in dreams, for the muses you discover there may not be your own.

It started with two families and a decision for a filly and colt to be brought together.

From the arrangement, a marriage was had and true love was farmed, growing into a family and a strong bond that would last for years to come. 

On quiet nights when it was just the two of them, Cloudy and Igneous put on an old record, dance, and reminisce.

Entry for the Ancestral-tribute Contest

Cover art by me! If you are an author and are interested in cover art, send me a PM!

A bus hit me and I woke up in Equestria, where my unique blend of body odor, poor social skills, and video game prowess made me the hero of a cliché anime... at least, that's how it was supposed to go... but the bus kept coming back and hitting me. Now I'm just trying to stay alive, and hopping the next vehicular manslaughter is the one that sends me home.

A wildly random ride form start to finish. I regret nothing.