S'up, I'm Ray Henderson, well that's who I used to be called. Great family, great friends, but had a boring, dull life. That changed forever when I took the long train ride home from work one day. There just me and a strange man in white suit on the car that day, and he offered me the chance to go to Equestria. Would any brony turn down a chance to be able to go to Equestria? Heck no they wont, but now I regret the snarky answer I gave him. I hope I'm not biting more than I can chew. Set in the world of CGotG, created by Rust,and Expanded greatly by BlackWing and Others. Give a hoof to Avorin my Co-Author for making this story possible. Approved by Cloud_Surfer

An incomplete sea world WILL NOT BE TOLERATED, so stopby my account to pitch-in ideas of deep sea places that should be. Plz and thank you

Warning! Story Picture may change over time...

Everyone had their own way into Equis. Me? I got drugged. No biggie. Turns out that Equestria is racist. And that's bad. So when three relatively unknown Princes of Equestria drag me into the Game to help people change, I figured I might as well do just that. Just one problem. I'm a Parasprite. Yeah.

So now I must force my way in this harsh reality of slavery and injustice. For the people. For Equestria. For the swarm...
Authors note: This story is set in the 'Chess Game of the Gods' universe, started by Rust in 'The Ballad of Echo the Diamond Dog' and expanded by Blackwing in 'Griffin the Griffin'. The universe has since been expanded by a growing number of authors, each with their own piece of the action. If you haven't checked those out, I advise that you do! Approved by BlackWing.

Have you ever been in that situation where your life just completely turns around, throws you into Equestria, and turns you into a Windigo? ...okay, that may be getting a little too specific.

I'm Arrell - well, that's what I'm called now. I used to be a human, and now I'm a Windigo. What am I doing? Well, aside from enjoying cold places, breaking the fourth wall, and occasionally getting involved with ass-kickings, not a whole lot. It's surprising how mellow life can be when you're in the body of a creature normally seen as demonic...of course, it's become a lot less mellow now that these articles have started showing up. Strange objects from other dimensions possessing unique and dangerous properties, and I have to retrieve them.

...all in all, could be better, could be worse.

[Chess Game of the Gods story. Sequel here.]

This story is a sequel to The Dresden Fillies: Strange Friends

Almost a year has gone by for Harry Dresden since he left Equestria. He'd have written, but between saving his newly discovered brother and destroying a scourge of vampires he's been a little busy. Then out of the blue he receives a strange letter from Twilight asking him to return. With no cases at the moment he eagerly accepts, but his friends aren't the only ponies expecting him. There's been a lot of rumors since his last visit and some ponies aren't too keen on seeing him come back.

A sequel to The Dresden Fillies: Strange Friends.

There are many buttons in the TARDIS, most of them should only be pressed by professionals like the Doctor. Derpy, on the other hand, isn't a professional and she pressed a button. The TARDIS crashes into the universe of Minecraft leaving the duo of ponies stranded in the pixelated world with nothing but a broken TARDIS and each other.

Thanks to Lexicon and Minjask for editing!

Pinkamina battles Death incarnate, trying to prevent the deaths of others using the cryptic powers of the Pinkie Sense. Meanwhile the Royal Sisters frown upon her messing with the fabrics of fate, and her stallion Lickity Split has been eyeing the wedding bells lately. Who is under Death's hood?

The Piano Man has spent the last month in captivity, forced to play the piano as part of The Great and Powerful Trixie's traveling show. Now he's free, and recovering under the care of the Equestrian monarchy while Trixie awaits trial for her crimes.
All is not well, however. The Piano Man has a long road of recovery ahead, and all the time he must compete with overbearing carers, his own mental trauma, and even discrimination from members of Equestria's unicorn supremacist subculture.

This story is the kinda (can't stress that part enough) better-written sequel to 'The Piano Man'. Because the first story involved some rather dark scenes, I have included a helpful catch-up in the first chapter - so if you have no interest in reading a dark story, then you can ignore the first piece and skip straight ahead to this one.
'The Piano Man: Act II' is most certainly not a dark story, and neither is it sad. The sad tag is in place for scenes in which I reference the previous installment, and nothing else.

The absolutely amazing cover image was created by the even more amazing WIL_I_ZIN, (deviantART) who is just... just awesome, for helping out.

(OUT OF SERVICE. GO HOME, KID, THIS STORY'S A GONER.)

Nothing is as they seem. Equestria, a land that many would assume to be the most wonderful world to exist, is all a miraculous illusion. Its joyous environment and lovable equines are all an incredibly convincing lie. Beneath the folds of this world's false beauty is an environment so horrifying, that the most rudimentary of the truth would chill the blood and freeze the heart. Trust me. I would know... a freak like me has seen this world on the inside and out, and has witnessed the terrors it contains.

You think I'm mad... I can see it by the look in your eyes. You think my story is impossible, eh? Well, it's not your fault for thinking that. Who WOULDN'T be driven mad by the horrors I'd seen? But I assure you... all of it, every last word down to the last period, is true.

Now sit down, please... and I shall tell you a tale like none which you have ever heard.

Part of the magnificent world created by the legendary authors Rust and Blackwing. Told in first person, in present-tense.

Art by me.

The annual Ponyville Flea Market is going on, and Pinkie found a very interesting object; an attachable unicorn horn.

Assuming it's just a joke item, Pinkie buys it, hoping to use it as a method of making the Cakes' Twins laugh. But when she discovers that the horn is fully functional...

Can you honestly ever say you would trust Pinkie with Magic?

My life was simple: Wake up, go to work, go to bed rinse and repeat. Not the most exciting or fulfilling life, but I like it. It was simple, no one ever bothered me and most importantly it was orderly, no chances of me getting into harms way or going off to do something stupidly dangerous. But I guess the gods have other plans for me as I'm flung into the universe that all bronies love/wish to go. Then again most broines don't know the difference between the real Equestria and one they wish to believe in...and I'm getting the front row seat for this shit storm. Yet another extension in the universe Rust and Blackwing created and along with the many other contributers. I would also love constructive criticism and feedback. Also a big thanks to Aoi, i know you probaly have heard this before, but your awesome. Also any joke, reference and charcter i use and or mention belong to their respected party/creater please support the individual and blah blah blah legal stuff blah.