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.

After a pregnant changeling is injured in a weather accident and forced to leave it's egg behind on the edge of the Everfree Forest, the egg is discovered by Fluttershy and taken in, but Hive Chrysalis is desperate to get the egg back, to preserve the secret of the existence of changelings. (Set before the Canterlot Invasion.)

"Why me? Of All humans it had to be me to deal with all this cliche crap!"

He just wants to get home. Easy, right? Alas, no. First, the poor human has to deal with cliche friendship elements, and annoying ponies. He's going to need a drink.

(Random idea that poofed into my head and wouldn't leave till written.)

Stan was one of the lucky ones to make it out of the Canterlot disaster unscathed, unfortunately for him that means he now has to deliver a treaty to the princess.
Who happens to be one of his most deepest darkest fears.

I am a bat pony. I know what you think about me – I'm intimidating, I fly at night, drink blood, scare little fillies... Well, actually I'm nothing like that, though such reputation often comes in handy.

But sometimes it's so hard to maintain it...

Inspired by hawthornbunny.
Cover art by vectorvito.
Reading by Pony&Wolf Productions
Hungarian translation by Silence the Unicorn
🇺🇦Russian translation🇺🇦 by GreenWater

Pincer is a changeling, a proud soldier of Queen Chrysalis. After the failed invasion of Canterlot, he finds himself trapped and at the mercy of Princess Celestia's Royal Guard. Believing that Celestia sees his species as nothing but soulless monsters, he prepares himself for the worst. The weeks crawl by, marked by an endless series of questions he will not answer for fear of endangering his friends and family at The Hive. As his nerves wear down and his interrogators learn just how ruthless he thinks they are, they have nothing to report but his belief that they will kill and destroy his kind without mercy.

Celestia steps in to prove him wrong, and what Pincer learns leaves him questioning everything he has ever known — but also gives him hope for what he'd never thought possible.

Cover art commissioned from http://www.demonkings.com.

Now with a TVTropes page.

Roseluck hasn't had much luck finding even a single changeling to romance.

The Detector had blown up on itself on its first test run.
The Bipedal-Changeling-Tracker-Bot kept trying to smash down her neighbor's door.
The Change-Fume had the unfortunate side effect of having a quarter of Ponyville write horrible love poems to her.
And, of course, one couldn't simply forget the Occulus.

But now, the Changeling-Finder is armed with Truth Dust and the resolve to succeed - Changelings, beware: when she gets her hooves on you, the hugs will never cease.

(Inspired by their positioning in the character selection window :D)

Let's be serious here. We all love our ponies. We all love our stories as well. But sometimes I think that we forget ourselves. There are so many stories here of tragedy and loss. There are so many stories here that involve quirky and surreal situations. And so, to rekindle a sort of forgotten flame, here is The Great Equestrian Picturebook, so that we can more so remember the kid inside of us.

This is pretty much a drawfriend with words.

The armies of the the free world — from the Myrmidons of Minos to the Border Guard of Equestria — unite to free the deer nation Nainuoc from a tyrant and destroy his secret doomsday devices.

Critics see a quagmire, cooked up on flimsy pretenses. Supporters see a just war of liberation, for the safety of the world.

Gilda and Trixie see comically large sums of money, drifting softly into their clutches.

I, Queen Chrysalis of the Changelings, was a paragon of my kind. I was the greatest military ruler my people have ever known. I was mere months from conquering the most prosperous nation in the world.

Then a strange dragon rose from the stone, and everything changed.

I do not think of conquest any more. Now, I think of persimmons.

[AU fic where Discord decided to wreak bloody vengeance when he was first released. Heavily based on (BUT NOT CANON TO) the wonderful alarajroger's Elements of Opposition continuity. Go check that out, because it's fantastic and better than this story.]