Sup, the name's Mark. Or was Mark, anyway that's not to important anymore. Just know that while I lived on Earth, I was constantly under pressure to follow the rules and fit a mold that didn't fit well with me. My life was constantly controlled by a system I despised.

Well since getting sucker punched into Equestria by a goddess those days are over. Being the one and only Winged Wolf in the known world is a huge help to being able to make my own rules. I'm finally free to do what I want, when I want, and how I want and that's exactly what I'm planning on doing.

Set in the same universe as The Ballad of Echo the Diamond Dog and Griffin the Griffin.

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I did get permission from both Rust and BlackWing to use the same setting as their characters. Go read both of their stories. They're awesome. Reading them is what made me want to write this story in the first place, so if you liked this, you'll fall in love with those stories.

Added the Dark tag just in case. There will be a decent amount of violence later on. Will add character tags as they become important to the story.

[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

After breaking free of his stone prison, Discord had some time to go about his business before anypony could get organized. A little chocolate rain isn't the only chaos he managed to produce.

Balance. It's such a simple thing. But it's always the little things that are the most important.

All across the rampant Multiveres and alternate realities, there is a precariously maintained balance between the forces of Good and Evil, Chaos and Order, Yin and Yang, yada yada blah blah blah. That's not the important part. The important part is us, The G.E.A.

The Genesis Equilibrium Agency (that's us) are the ones charged with making sure that balance actually stays in balance, and never leans to far to one side or the other. We're the things that go bump in the night, so that when you wake up everything's alright. Don't worry if you've never heard of us; if we've done our job right, you won't know we've done anything at all.

But this story isn't really about The G.E.A. either, it's about me. I'm Special Agent Victor Umbra. And this is the story of my time in Equestria.

Now pre-read by the always awesome and ever-amazing Glassed!

WARNING: May contain offensive language. Coverart drawn by me.
(Current tags non-inclusive. Will add more as story progresses.)

What happens when you discover that your most private of sanctuaries is no longer there? Two beings, one man and one pony, learn just that when they find that their bathrooms are no longer their own. How do these beings handle this strange occurrence and will they let it get in their way?

Since This isn't my bathroom! did so well and I was told by many to do more, I have transformed this into a short series where one poor man will be subjected to more room swaps than should ever happen. Yes, the first addition to the bathroom is the kitchen..

Usually when you are killed, you die. Of course there are exceptions to every rule. Usually those exceptions don't end up in a world full of colorful talking ponies with 3 other people from random points of Earth's history, but hey, I can't complain too much. Now if we can just figure out what happened, how we ended up in Equestria, and who is responsible for this mix up...

Will add tags for characters as they appear.

[CANCELED AS OF NOVEMBER 24, 2012] The Cutie Mark Crusaders have really done it this time. In yet another attempt to earn their cutie marks after hearing an adventurous guest speaker in class, they set out for the Everfree forest to search the old castle ruins. After the ground collapses beneath them, they find themselves in a mysterious cavern. The Crusaders soon discover a stallion who was turned to stone by a cockatrice. After taking him back to town, they manage to thaw him out with the help of Twilight Sparkle. The stallion, one Sir Buck "Buckshot" Apple, claims to be a resident of Ponyville... That is, the Ponyville of one thousand years ago. The Crusaders take him to Sweet Apple Acres to meet the current generation of Apples, as well as to give him a tour of modern-day Ponyville. Misadventures ensue as the time-tossed knight, now the oldest living earth pony in Equestria, shows everypony how the champion of the old school rolls, and attempts to find a place for himself in a world that's all too familiar, but all too different at the same time. Sir Buck must come to terms with the events his disappearance gave rise to, as well as how to relate with a family legacy one thousand years in the making.

Edited by Nathan Traveler
Cover Art by SchitzophrenicNeko12 of deviantart.com

I always wanted to go to Equestria. When I got the chance, I took the deal without reading the fine print. To my surprise, I didn't arrive there as a pony, or even as a human. It seems I get to view this world from a different perspective than what I've imagined.

My name is Echo. I am a Diamond Dog.

-Edited by the one, the only, Nathan Traveler!
-(Cover by Jovial_Shake of fimfiction.net)
-Now featured on Equestriadaily.com!

Twilight becomes alicorn of the stars. This is sort of a problem, because Luna kind of already was alicorn of the stars. Oops!

TV Tropes

After the disastrous invasion of Canterlot, an injured changeling wakes up near a small cottage and is quickly discovered by two of the last ponies she ever wanted to see. Now, with the help of her new "friends," she has to remain undetected in a town high on changeling hysteria that would not hesitate to throw her in the Canterlot dungeons should her true nature be revealed.

Simple, right?

Too bad she couldn't have picked a worse form to stay inconspicuous...

Many thanks to ZuTheSkunk for the cover image!