You, the nameless faceless HiE reader, are Celestia's five-year-old adoptive daughter and it's New Year's Eve. You've always stayed up until midnight, at least, to welcome the new year. It's something of a tradition for you, and while it's great to be a child again, you come face to face with an age-old enemy: Bed Time. Through sheer will power, you will overcome the realities of your tiny body, or not. Your mom is pretty sharp, even in retirement.

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Rainbow Dash's morning was pretty much ruined.
She tripped getting out of bed and landed flat on her face, giving herself an aching muzzle.
She forgot to buy her favorite brand of hay flakes at the store yesterday and had to eat plain toast for breakfast.
She found out she had to pull double-duty today and tomorrow on the weather patrol.
Oh, and she found a nearly-dead foal, broken and bleeding at the edge of Ponyville.

The rest of her day became a whirlpool of stress and worry but the colt woke up, thank Celestia.
Something's not right, though. Nopony can find his parents, he's not in the registers, and there's an unsettling look in his eye...

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YouTube reading by Fire Hearth

Chinese Translation by forgivenlove

Russian Translation by Likantrop

TV Tropes page, if you're interested in that sort of thing.

With the successful adoption of nearly two dozen little green fillies to loving homes across Equestria, only three tiny weirdos remained in Ponyville's recently erected orphanage. For Anon, one of those unadopted ponies, that was perfectly acceptable.

Unfortunately for him, he doesn't really have a say in the matter.

Low-stakes Pegasus Anonfilly story, heavily inspired by this pic by Shaslan. Some inspiration taken (read: stolen) from Trust Once Lost and various greens.

imagine being an earth pony that craved to slip the surly bonds of earth lmao

This story is a sequel to Braiding

A meeting with Nurse Tenderheart and a chance encounter with a filly motivate Sam to invite Rose over for dinner, as well as to push Sam just a little further into full integration with pony society.

This story is a sequel to A Sleeping Rose

It's been a week since Sam spent the night at Rose's house, and the two have grown closer. Rose helped plant flowerbeds all around the house, but a surprise visit to check on the flowers on laundry day puts a slight strain on their budding friendship. Now Sam's forced to make some choices she's not quite ready for.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that that perfume wasn't my own, nor did it take any real effort to locate the source of both of my issues: there was a pony asleep on my arm.

I assume she was asleep, anyway. She was breathing slowly and shallowly, which was quite easy to ascertain, as my right arm was draped across her.

Anon just wanted to play a prank with his newfound powers. It got out of hand.
(RGRE)
{This story has two versions, the last chapter is the first person version.}

Ultimately, what Anon learned was to never trust Cadance. (Contains gratuitous Scottish accent)
(RGRE)
{This story has two versions, the last chapter is the first person version.}

Nicholas doesn't really know Princess Celestia. Sure, he's met her once or twice, when Twilight was still trying to find a way to get him home. Exchanged pleasantries and what not. But never had he had a real, sit-down conversation with her.

Now, he's been summoned to Canterlot to work as Celestia's advisor. He has no other options but to accept.

Cover art used with permission by Miokomata. Go check them out!

Audio reading of prologue by StraightToThePointStudio. Go check them out!

Ever since being relieved of the majority of her major duties, Celestia has been extremely bored. Anon takes notice of her having a particularly bad night and gets her to confess her real problems.