Twilight is beyond the title protege. Prodigies are merely brilliant. Twilight has surpassed most of the greatest mages in history before the age of thirty. Twilight's research has changed the landscape itself. She is a living legend who some whisper may be the greatest user of magic to ever exist... perhaps even an equal one day to the semi-divine princesses.

But Twilight's knowledge is not infinite. She has one final lesson to learn. Twilight must learn the Final Law of Magic.

I do not know what I was doing at the Everfree Forest that day. My friends do not see me anymore. My friends do not hear me anymore. I am alone.

What if Twilight and Trixie were both zeppelins who were in love? At last this age-old question has been answered!

No one's important. No one's special. Except for the princesses.

Blueblood's always known this. He's always accepted this. He'll never be special. He'll never do anything important.

But now he has to. There's too much at stake.

He knows he'll fail, but he has to try. Because...

Remember the time Ponyville was invaded by Parasprites? Or the time Cerberus, the demonic three-headed dog guardian of Tartarus, Equestria's underworld, wandered away and ended up in Ponyville?

What I'm trying to say is, it's an odd sort of town. Anything can happen.

This is the story of how a million star spiders came to live with Twilight Sparkle. It wasn't even the weirdest thing to happen to her that month.

Ponyville, man. Crazy place.

Edit: Now a reading, apparently!

Cover image by Neostar813

Set during Voyager episode 'The Gift'.

A Borg sphere is thrown across the Delta Quadrant to Equestria thanks to an unkown event that also shifts Voyager out of Borg space, and crash lands on the planet's surface.

Witnessing this, Twilight Sparkle finds the mysterious metal ball that fell from the sky in hopes of discovering a new species, but the Borg are more interested in her magic than being friends.

Star Trek Voyager and My Little Pony crossover

Me is the best friend I could ever hope to have. Me is always there in the pond waiting for I. I love me.

The weightless cube in the center of the room is the only thing that could help Pinkie escape this nightmare.

She knows it...

"My handsome little cherub, close your eyes.
Mommy's going to give you clear blue skies.
So you’ll laugh and dance and play in the air.
And sing the song of angels everywhere."

The air smells like smoke and this tea tastes like burnt plastic.