A priceless painting has been stolen from the royal palace, and it'll take Canterlot's finest to retrieve it and bring the thief to justice.

Unfortunately, Prince Blueblood's on the case.

Cover art from the gallery of 90Sigma. Proofread by Infernus Noctis and MrNumbers.

Spanish translation, by SPANIARD-KIWI.

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.

Rarity knows all too well the threat that sleds pose to ponykind.

Twilight, alas, seems intent on dooming them both.

Cover art from the gallery of blueSpaceling. Edited by Cursori and Beltorn. An entry for the RariTwi Bomb.

Spanish translation, by SPANIARD-KIWI. Chinese translation, by Cyan06.

Learning how to control your magic can be difficult for anyone. Especially for Flurry Heart, around whom things tend to explode.

Just as well she's got a Spirit of Chaos to help her out.

Cover art from the gallery of Submerged08. Edited by Cursori. Honorable Mention in the 2019 Everfree Northwest Iron Author competiton.

Spanish translation, by SPANIARD-KIWI.

Rainbow Dash sets about the most important of her teaching duties; decorating a copse of truculent trees for Hearth's Warming. Just as well she's got a new teaching assistant, Sweetie Belle, to delegate to.

Written for SockPuppet for the 2019 Jinglemas collab.

At the height of the Great Crystal War, Lieutenant Rarity finds in her camp a strange mare claiming knowledge of how to end it.

But first, they must survive the coming battle.

Cover art from the gallery of Shamanguli. Edited by Cursori and Beltorn. An entry for the RariTwi Bomb.

Gilda only wanted the humble things in life. Cheap rent, copious bits, the respect of her peers, the occasional juicy field-mouse.

Being captured by the Equestrians and dragooned into the Territorials wasn't quite what she'd dreamed of, but at least the rent was free.

And the rats were nice and plump.

Silver Spoon has a hellhound problem.

There's no problem Sweetie Belle can't solve.

Cover art from the tumblr of bobdude0.

This story is a sequel to Hello, This is Not a Scammer, I Promise

Several months after his failed attempt to scam several ponies in Equestria, Hard Head gets a call from a scammer himself. He traces the call and finds a real scammer call center.

He doesn't know how to handle it.

There comes a turning point in every civilization where the future is dictated by the smallest decision.  Be it the will of a king or the cascade of changes by a commoner, it rarely matters the source, only the outcome.  So it was that, shortly after banishing Nightmare Moon, Celestia envisioned a world that could have accepted, loved, and embraced her now lost sister; an Equestria that had to cast off the simplicity of agrarianism and stanch traditionalism.

Instead of relying on the old ways as a bedrock for the six tenets of harmony, Celestia pursued this vision by lauding the advancement of magic and technology.  Over the centuries, cities of marble and stone were replaced by steel and glass. Family farms commercialized, business and trade expanded the world over, and the streets brimmed with cars.  The nobility long since traded away the power backed by titles for influence via companies. Megacorporations now dominate the skylines of every Equestrian city, yet Celestia still holds fast to the reins of true power.  Her word is law.

Even centuries after Nightmare Moon’s banishment, harmony is still in the bedrock of Equestrian society, yet one must dig to find it under so much soil and refuse.   There have always been those that chafe against the law and give lip service to harmony. Be they the rich and powerful figureheads of industry, or the scum of the underworld, there are always things these ponies in power need done discreetly, or at least deniably.  Sensitive matters such as these are often handed over to a class of professional criminals as diverse in their skills as they are in their ideologies. The Shadowrunners.

Note: As with my Beyond Equestria story, I am taking a lot of elements from the Shadowrunner series, but it will be written so that anyone unfamiliar with Shadowrunner can understand what's going on and enjoy the fic.