This story is a sequel to The Mystery Mystic Machine

Fortuna is a mystery - literally. Anon has no idea how old she is, who made her, or how she ended up in a scrapyard - still, despite all that, he continues to discover things about her. It feels like every day he's finding something new she can do, oftentimes with disastrous results, and the list of her abilities keeps growing. Fortunately for him, even if he never uncovers all her secrets, he's happy to have made a friend...

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Working in a dump has its ups and downs - sure, you may go home smelling like trash, but the riches you can find more than make up for it. Gently used furniture, perfectly good books, and even some nearly intact action figures are just the tip of the iceberg of what Anon has found on his daily duties - still, even after years of working at the junkyard, he still stumbles across a few surprises.

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Spike, while browsing his selection of naughty magazines, accidentally coughs and breathes flames. The magazine gets sent to Princess Celestia. Panic ensues.

An artifact causes an incident where Luna's gender switches, and she becomes prince instead.

Evidently, Luna turned out to be a handsome prince. Now having to deal with confused and judging nobility, lots of mares vying for the Prince's affection, the paparazzi eager to get more scoops on the new lunar prince, and a sister who seems to want the prince to stay judging by how she sees the entire situation hilarious, along with her pranks and quips, Luna will have to work hard with Twilight to solve the mystery of Starswirl's Sphere and hope that she can return back to a normal life.

Art by jaquelindreamz.

Originally written by Kuairu.

The Death Korps of Krieg, seeking atonement from their government's betrayal decades ago, they give their lives willingly in the everlasting fight against the enemies of the Imperium of Man. Averted by even their fellow Guard regiments, they show a high degree of fatalism and an unusual morbidity of habit. Yet they are highly disciplined, morally reliable and self-sufficient soldiers.

The 42nd Siege Regiment had been deployed on Kheltan III to reclaim a supply route that had been attacked by the Eldar. A simple enough task for the stoic men of Krieg. But an ion storm attack and an innocent experiment by an alicorn from another world can make even the easiest of tasks much more difficult.

A Warhammer 40K/MLP:FIM crossover

Celestia is having a relaxing, slow and boring day in her castle without any chores or responsabilities to attend to, that until Spike the dragon comes to give her an unexpected visit.

*This is a One-shot between Celestia and Spike, if you don't like it, then don't read*

Quite simple really, Celestia takes a moment to think about what she will do and what she must do in order to preserve her little scaly ball of love in the future, nevertheless, it all comes down to one simple and true answer.

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*One-Shot Momlestia Fic* if you don't like it skip it!

Let me give this to you straight. I'm a doctor. My title says 'Nurse', but I'm a doctor. I deal with sick and injured ponies daily, and give both treatment and advice to them with trust and confidence. That includes a certain six friends and their own medical needs.

If the rest of Equestria actually knew that disaster was one missed pill away, I don't think 'riots in the streets' would be sufficient to cover it. But I'm bound by Doctor/Patient Confidentiality, so I guess I'm the thin red line between civilization, and eternal enslavement by some horror from beyond.

That eternal enslavement thing sounds better every day, mind you.

*Cover image original artwork credited to mysticalpha

And you're not gonna believe what happens next!

Princess Celestia has something to tell Sunset Shimmer.

Something about her parents.

It's nothing strange at all.

Yep.

Rated Teen and Sex for a very brief mention of how babies are made.