Takes place after the 'Holiday Special' comic of 'Equestria Girls' and the 'No Such Luck' episode of 'The Loud House'.
Sunset Shimmer, still greatly hurt by what she went through during the Anon-a-Miss fiasco, decides to leave Canterlot High and break up with her friends. Along the way, she meets an 11 year old boy with white hair named Lincoln Loud, who ran away from home after getting tired of being perceived as bad luck by his insanely superstitious family and forced to wear a squirrel costume for good luck. The two exchange their histories and quickly become good friends. Meanwhile, Sunset's friends, the Humane 5, and their younger sisters, the Crusaders, miss Sunset and decide to go look for her in hopes of completely making amends and rekindling their friendship. They eventually meet the Loud family, Lincoln's parents and 10 sisters, who are out looking for their son/brother. The two groups decide to join forces and help each other find the people they’re searching for and make amends for their mistreatment.

This story is a sequel to The Conversion Bureau: Worlds Where It Wouldn’t Work

The Multiverse is a large place, and there are infinitely many versions of Celestia who, for one reason or another, thought it would be a good idea to turn humanity into ponies.

But as the old saying goes, "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong."

The quasi-official sequel to the comedy fanfic by Sora2455 is here!

Collected here are the various omakes, bonus chapters and any other extra content from the Dresden Fillies series.

All of the following are non-canon to the Dresden Fillies series, except 'Ditzy Dream' and 'Obsidian Journeys' which are companion pieces to 'The Dresden Fillies: False Masks'. All stories containing spoilers will include a disclaimer.

Story image by Jameson9101322

The Conversion Bureau never made any sense anyway, but here are some places where it would have made less sense.
Not necessarily worlds where the ponies would lose the fight - just worlds where conversion wouldn't logically work.

Before suggesting a World, read the index to make sure I haven't done it already.

The non-magical creature known as anonymous sits in his chair, waiting—watching the time go by.

His friends want none of that.

Anon stumbles upon a deceased Rarity. He doesn’t know why she’s dead, so he decides to inquire his friends about it. They don’t know either, they also don’t seem to really care in all honesty.

Who done it? Why did they done it? Will Anon find the reason behind his friends cognitive dissonance? Will Rarity get her funeral?

Who knows, honestly.

I do. The answer is no.

The human known as Anon is sick and tired of the rules of the universe—at least the one he’s found himself in at the moment. So he decides to pick a fight with the pony equivalent of Jesus.

Nothing good ensues.

Your name is Anon and you are a human living in a society run by ponies.

You have no human friends—probably because you’re the only one. But that’s all right, you’ve got some pony friends and they’re pretty groovy. You just wish they’d tone down the ironic erotic energy they constantly exuded while around you.

I mean. There’s no way they were really that sexually charged, at least towards you. Right?

...right?

Well, good thing Rarity is right there!

You know, I'm more than positive I've already written this before, but I can't for the life of me find that original transcript of what I had been writing. Probably got stolen or something. Shame. Then again, I might have just burnt it to kink shame Twilight and her book fetish.

Knowing me, that's probably exactly what I did.

Love you Sparky, don't try to geld me in my sleep please and thank you.

(It's literally your average HiE fic, except the guy is British, swears like there's no tomorrow and will most definitely be the grandest sarcastic arsehole that ever graced the land at the best of times. )

AN

Buckle up kiddos, we're doing the fucking time warp. Re-rewrite of the original with new and old shit happening. Variety is the spice of life, after all.

In case anyone remembers this story and thinks that I went through the trash to steal this story from the original author?

I am the original author. Give me your credit card details.

Anon feels like bonding with the pony personification of the sun; Princess Celestia. More specifically, he feels like sexually bonding with her.

Princess Luna doesn’t know how to feel about that.

WARNING: Profanity, and I mean a ridiculous amount of profanity. Also sex jokes, because bottom of the barrel humour has been fermenting the longest.