One courier, one Queen, a simple delivery, and an incredible destiny. The Mojave Wasteland is a place filled with opportunity, danger, and adventure. For some, it is home. For others, a means for power. For the Courier? The birthplace of his legend.

A human knight from a far off and distant land finds himself stranded in Equestria and sets off to complete the mission given to him by his king. Along the way he will come across many challenges and gain both ally and enemy alike. While this wayward knight begins this quest alone and with a single goal, he will find himself as either an instrumental part in the survival of Equestria or in its destruction.

John Marston did all he could. He made sure his family was safe before making sure that the federal agents sent to kill got what they wanted. He opens the barn door, and embraces death.
John wakes up in a field, "Am I dead?', he asks himself. This is not where he made his last stand. He notices bullet wounds in his chest before passing out...

Character and Category changes will happen when needed. Cursing will occur when appropriate. Like when you get stabbed. Who wouldn't curse if they got stabbed?

As one of Equestria's more popular writers, you relish the chance to get away and work on your newest romance novel and some side projects, when you meet a particular yellow pegasus who happens to be a fan of your work and oddly enough, you're a fan of hers as well... She just wishes you weren't, because "It's so embarrassing..."

And here it is, the last in my "Mane 6" stories, By a Fireplace! This story, like all the others, takes place during all the others and has its own little niche in the timeline. I've had a lot of questions about the continuity of my stories, but please bare with me. I've got a plan, a timeline, and graphs.

Anyway, about the story itself... Hmm... Well, nothing really special or no warning I should post... This should be a pretty tame story, but if there's a development even I didn't expect, I'll make sure to put it here.

Well, enjoy!

After the Changeling's failed attack, a full-out crusade is set against them. Many find a way to simply slip away. One is hapless enough to fall into the hooves of those his kind fought against. The changeling is promptly sent to the only pony Celestia could trust with such a thing.

Completely revamped, and thanks for constructive criticism and support behind the scenes (you know who you are, people).

Because sometimes, a finale isn't the end. Sometimes, pure evil just means you have more to lose.

A changeling's body is the plaything of her mind - but can a changeling ever really change her stripes?

Also because I've wanted to try something approximating an adventure story for a while. If there's any demand for it, I'll continue it properly, otherwise I'll just wrap it up quickly.

[2nd Person Perspective]

Working as a waiter at Canterlot's various social gatherings is a nice job. Especially since you began chatting with the cello player of the usual quartet, Octavia. You've gotten to know a lot about her, but one night there seems to be something on her mind. You offer her a drink to ease her nerves and you bring your glasses together in cheers.

Next thing you know, you wake up in a strange hotel room in a town you've never been to next to a certain gray mare.

Art by John Joseco

A border exists from a result of a uneasy truce between humans and pony kind in Equestria. Over 100 years have nearly completely cut of the cultures of the two. Dr. Moss, who studies humans from history and what he can glean from the border, is threatened to have his funding removed to teach his subject at Canterlot university because of the lack of interest. He resolves to make a dangerous crossing into the human land to see what has changed since the war.

After Discord's defeat, Ponyville was once again a happy place for its residents, except one, lifeless, heartbroken rock. Tom still remains in front of Rarity's boutique where he was dumped, destined to watch the love of his life. Only a miracle would bring her back. And a wish.

Second Person fic, written for Sensual Ficion General. Artwork Courtesy of keboponda. Since cancelled because I actually have no idea where this would go next.

You wake up in a dark room, surrounded by strange machines, and accompanied by a somewhat maniacal pink filly with a large number of spiky obects. Oh, and your stomach's been cut open, too.

But this isn't the basement of Sugarcube Corner, if that's what you're thinking - this is something much better.