On a cold market day, Berry Punch remembers her foal's first words.

Trigger warning: some innuendo, lots of swearing.

Sunset Shimmer is training the Great and Powerful Trixie in an attempt to make her Greater and Powerfuller. When Trixie attempts a shapeshifting spell, she ends up casting it wrong...

...but she can't deny that the end results are gorgeous.

This story is a sequel to Playing Pretend

Screw Loose is happy. She has friends and a good job. Sometimes her medicine makes her see things, but sometimes those things mean a lot to her.

The doctor is making her take new medicine, so Screw Loose has to find a way to say goodbye to her best friend.

AN: Written for One-Shotober.

Twilight lands in an Equestria torn apart by racial differences.

I know how overly cliched this is, I just need something to keep my hands busy

Dirtbags. Scoundrels. Criminals. We've been called just about every name in the book. It may not be the most honest line of work, but there's not much else in this day and age. Make no mistake though, my brother and I are good at what we do. Imagine our surprise when ditching a scam in Mexico that we find something making a fool out of us. Whoever put these ridiculous apple tattoos on our thighs will pay, mark our words!

(Side-fic to TwistedSpectrum's "Five Score, Divided by Four" I salute ya, friend!)

Scootaloo has been feeling worthless and ignored recently, she wonders what would happen if she were to just, disappear.

This is the land of Equestria. This is the land of the living. So why does it smell so much like the sweet smell of death?

The Flim-Flam Brothers fully anticipated a couple of failures every now and then. It's not like it mattered. After all, there was still tons of opportunity to go around, right?

Not exactly. The little song-and-dance cider business never really panned out. After a nasty argument stemming from a particularly embarrassing failure, the two brothers decided it was best to split up and take their ideas elsewhere.

Well, one brother has hit the jackpot, while the other hasn't been so lucky. And now, after a long period of silence, the brothers find themselves meeting face-to-face once again. Only this time, they're not strictly talking business.

**Cover art by sophiecabra on Deviantart.

One sunny day, Spike wakes up to discover that he's grown a pair of nipples on his chest overnight.

Shenanigans ensue. Or something.

And no, this is not a clopfic. Go away.

This is somehow 100% Approved by Twilight's Library!

Sweet Apple Acres houses plenty of non-pony residents, but it's not like ponies eat bacon or lamb chops. What are they doing there? And how do they see their own situation? Are they, in fact, a free love hippie community, or is the truth more sinister than anypony knows?

Written in response to a rather off-beat discussion starting on a Lunaverse thread, but generic enough to count as maneverse as well.

Not to be taken seriously. Or internally. All copyrights reserved. Celes Vult.