Two best friends, Anon and Mous land in Equestria after they are swallowed up along with their apartment. The two try to live their lives in relative peace as they learn to make friends and family with the colorful equines, in spite of all the obstacles fate throws their way. Along the way they strive to keep to the universal law they hold so true: Friendship is Magic, but Bro-ness is 5ever.

-Authors note:This fic has lots of Youtube links to songs to set the mood for certain scenes, if any of the links are broken, just drop a comment below and let me know where it is, thanks. -Mandroid.

Mort, also known as the Pale Pony (of Death), has been tasked to take time off from his rigorous duties of reaping souls. Seeking guidance, he is directed towards the town of Ponyville, to learn about the magic of friendship from Twilight Sparkle and her friends. All he needs to do is keep his true nature a secret. That shouldn't be too difficult...right?

Special thanks to Specter-Von-Baren and Pyrite Foolsgold for their help in proofreading and editing this story, as I really needed it. Additional thanks to Pilate, Chuckle5, Unimpressive Vagaries and Admiral Biscuit as well! Couldn't have done it without all their help!

Credit for the title card goes to Siansaar, AKA Carnifex.

For another excellent take on Mort, check out Sip's version!

The descent into madness is normally supposed to be uncomfortable, if common opinion is to be trusted. I'm also pretty sure it's suppose to take a while, hence the whole "descent into madness" idea, as opposed to "plummeting at high speed into madness." Well, neither of those things apply to me, and i'm pretty sure I just went crazy. I mean, I always thought I was crazy in that creepy loser sort of way, but this goes a little beyond that.

See, i've got Discord in my house all of a sudden. And in the world of sane people, cartoon kid's show villains aren't suppose to just arrive in your house. They aren't supposed to talk to you. They aren't supposed to tear dimensional gaps in your house. And they, most of all, are not supposed to occasionally want to cuddle.

Guess I failed at going insane. Bummer.

(Written pre-"Keep Calm and Flutter On," which I am decisively ignoring.)

After a mishap with a falling star, Princess Luna crashes into Ponyville, only to be saved by Big Macintosh. Overly grateful, Luna calls upon an ancient contract which binds her to the draft pony as his personal servant. Can Big Macintosh co-exist with an overzealous moon goddess, her creepy assistant, and an army of evil looking guards long enough for Twilight to find a loophole to get him out of the pact?

Featured on 9/5/2012