A genuine oblivious simulator.

Watch as pony after pony, throw themselves at you!

And you simply act borderline retarded.

Contains Mild Cursing And Lots Of Sex Slang!

I Wrote This As A Gift To My New Mate MDCommissioner!

It's dumb and silly but I hope you still enjoy luv!

Art By PonutJoe, check source for link.

Bloody Featured On 1\19\20 & 1\20\20 & 1\21\20 & 1\22\20 & 1\23\20 & 1\24\20!

For many a millennia he has slumbered beneath the earth, his strength recovering from a conflict as old as the sands it was fought upon. For many a millennia he and his people withered away into legends, spoken of by the elderly to their young as nothing more than stories before bed. For many a millennia the world itself forgot about this being, hidden away within a cage of dirt and rock and time.

But now he has awoken to find himself lost in a world nearly unrecognisable, dominated by a species he'd not laid eyes upon for many, many years indeed.

Yet there still lived a select few who knew him personally. To them, he was an old yet dear friend, long believed to have been lost to the cataclysm that cost him his people and his kingdom. Despite all the time that had elapsed and despite all that had happened throughout the years, they still knew his name.

Cyrus Perennem, 'The King Without a Crown'.

On a dark and stormy evening, one young man is ripped from home to a place both familiar and yet different. Torn from everything he’s known, he’s faced with an encounter of the hoofed kind, that changes him arguably for the better. But destiny is a fickle thing. Having traded one existence for another, comparatively boring one, he’s left with little freedom but much guidance. It’s a gilded cage, one from which he can merely catch glimpses of the outside land, of magic and ponies. Fighting both cabin fever and a growing self-doubt, he must have faith, if not in himself, then in finding a way home. For if not for his sanity, then for his sake, he better have the fortitude to withstand the curve balls sent his way.

When I agreed to be sent to Equestria I didn't read the fine print. I'm the wrong age, the wrong sex, and lost in the wilderness.

New Cover art commissioned from Lunar Froxy.

In order to secure a future together, Discord grants Fluttershy ascension into a entity of chaos.

Gaining abilities of the elder creature Cthulhu.

Though after the ritual, Fluttershy must learn to cope with new cosmic powers at her command.

Gaining cultists.

Opening up portals to horrific dimensions.

And learning to live with odd new transformations her body is starting to undergo.

At least Discord is at her side for guidance, if that can be seen as a positive.

Made Popular On 6/18/19

The first day of school always sucks. It's particularly sucky when you're normally nocturnal.

Now an expanding anthology of one-shots due to popular demand for MOAR!

Featured on Fimfic: 10/1/2017
Featured on Equestria Daily
Now with several chapters in audio: link!
Now with commisioned music: link!

Cover Art Source

Editors/Prereaders:
Dreams of Ponies
JackRipper
Level Dasher
Jowijo

Submission for the Bat Ponies and Thestrals 2017 Competition

We all know the Makuta right? Giant protosteel titans who have 42 assorted powers?
In this retelling, the Makuta have been around for nearly 850 years and have been gaining power ever since. Not the "world domination" sort, but political power. While the Makuta are the protectors of the pony world, they also serve as advisers, politicians, and scientists for the Queen of the Sun.
While Celestia was apprehensive of the Makuta at first, over the years she came to trust them. She grew accustomed to their presence and individual behaviors, calling some of them friends.
Then, the day came when Twilight Sparkle passed her exam. A small seven-year-old filly with the potential to level the city, raise the sun and moon, and grasp concepts of magic that even boggled Celestia's mind.
Yet, all that magic.
And all that knowledge.
Would be gone in a matter of seconds.
Replaced by a mind for mechanical and biological science. And a body of flesh and bone, replaced by one of anti-dermis and indestructible metal.

Cover art commissioned by https://www.deviantart.com/azonbobcat

Proper Thestrals don't celebrate the Summer Sun Celebration. They never have; they never will, for thestrals never forget.

Deep in the heart of Mount Canter, the dirge of the Nightmother calls them, and they answer it every year. This year, however, is the year after Princess Luna returned. There is little reason to hold a funeral for the living, and yet they do so all the same.

They must always remember; they must never forget; Honor and tradition demands it.

Editors: Dreams of Ponies
Level Dasher
Jowijo

Submission for the Imposing Sovereigns II Contest
My prompt was Luna and The Old.

Some say that death is a peace most mortals have at the end of their life. For the Knight, preventing the Shade Lord was a sacrifice worth achieving for Hallownest. The Absolute Radiance was destroyed thanks to the aid of the Godseeker's power to summon the Shade Lord. Now the Knight finds itself, with Grimmchild, in Equestria, going through journeys with six of Equestria's best hopes to stop all evil.

However, will they be able to help the Knight go back home? What about its siblings? Did the Pale King also end up here?

All questions the Knight must find answers for while aiding its new home.

Credit of the cover art goes to: Elin_Buse

A/N:
First of all, you might want to know about this story.
Already know? Well, let us say that this is a Sequel for it. The current author for that story seems to be dead and I know that continuing the story without their permission is bad so... A SEQUEL but mostly a time-skip on their childhood. Basically, we're back to around the time before Nightmare Moon eventual escape and yada-yada-yada, you all know it already so... Here you go.
Edit 15/06/2019: Featured at the bottom of the Featured box on the first hour after posting! WOW, I did not expect that...
Edit 12/08/2019: Featured once more, thanks!

What happened if you are destined to be a mirror of someone’s power, a mere copy of themselves? Both in power and intelligence, the only difference is that you lack that someone’s appearance and identity? You could literally say that they are different as the day and night.

Well, Twivine can relate to that.