Anon gets lost in a park during a short detour for some fresh air and ends up returning to the wrong civilization. One consisting of strange colorful creatures, who may or may not be aliens, robots in disguise or simply runaway products of a government black site biolab. It's hard to tell for sure, but hopefully they could help Anon find his way home... once he figures out how to ask.

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A/N: Been lurking since 2015 and finally decided to write a fic. Tags will be updated as necessary, don't want to spoil some of the plans. Cover image has been slightly edited to make Derpy's speech illegible.

An unflattering article has led Celestia to have to come to terms with an uncomfortable truth; that she has a big butt. Luna Finds this hilarious and torments her sister.

Scootaloo—the pony one—takes a holiday trip through the mirror portal. Scootaloo—the human one—tries to not pull all her hair out. 

A story about being yourself. A gift for Dreadnaught for Jinglemas 2023. 

Surely nothing can possibly go wrong if you go and share a few sci-fi stories from your home planet with your friends.

Anon has had it up to his head with his dead-end job as a busboy in a shithole franchise joint. Lucky for him, he has a week of paid vacation to think it over, just enough time to dip his toes into the waters for some more...unorthodox employment opportunities.

Equus iocus.

Twilight ponders the fragile nature of her sanity in today's little adventure.

Snails has a secret: a secret power only he can wield, a secret batch of knowledge only he can grasp, a whole secret world over which he rules as an absolute monarch.

Secret except, y'know, it's right there on his flanks. And I'm getting pretty sick and tired of it making that bean-brain act like a complete and total jackass!

No offense to any donkeys reading this...

An entry in Imposing Sovereigns IV, using the prompt Snails/Knowledge (Or Lack Thereof), this story received an Honorable Mention!

You are a human, and you are also now in Equestria for some reason. Why? Don't worry about it.

The real question is, why aren't any of these ponies running around scared shitless calling you a monster? After all, they all saw you come out of the Everfree. Well as it turns out, wearing glasses has something to do with it.

Here's a really short and simple story for all of you to read! Had this idea pop into my head while I wrote some other stories Im working on for this site, and I thought it was sort of funny so I decided to write it out. I hope it's an enjoyable read, and if you have any criticisms please leave them in the comments, I'm always happy to read and learn where I could improve my writing.

[Be me, log into fanfiction site, check to see if my favorite stories got updated, see notifications in corner, open said notifications: My face when this dumb story makes it to the front page]
[2/27/2023]

Starlight and Trixie come up with a new way of avoiding paying taxes.

Prereading by SockPuppet
Cover by Horses are Fuckin Weird
Reading by Skijarama

One year ago, the immortal moon lich died.

One year ago, Twilight Sparkle the so-called human moved to Ponyville.

Rarity never believed that, of course. The "human" bit. After all, no human would willingly choose to live in a town of monsters, and no amount of magic or hunting orders or Plans with a capital "P" would ever change her mind on that—especially when said human was so constantly collected and calm.

But... if she wasn't human, what kind of monster could she be?

Written for the Raritwi-deprived Monochromatic, who so graciously let me cook for 1/4th of a year. Huge thanks to Swan Song for prereading, and to everyone I pestered for synonyms whenever the last of my braincells refused to word. Cover art by me!