Nyx, feeling lonely and unloved, casts a spell that hurtles her back in time to the Early Equestrian Period. Who will she meet there? What will she do? Will she ever find her place in life?

You can probably figure out the answer from the title.

So, I saw like four pictures of these two on derpibooru the other day and they immediately became my OTP for stupid, stupid reasons. But there's no way I can write a story about the two worst OCs the fandom has made without it being really stupid, so expect lots of character assassination and fourth wall breaking and memes and other stuff like that.

Nyx was created by Pen Stroke, who would probably have an aneurysm if he saw this because I'm breaking his rules for using his character. (Spoilers: he didn't.)

Snowdrop belongs to Silly Filly Studios I guess? I dunno, I wasn't paying that much attention.

Cover image by RagingPeppers, edited by me.

Applejack introduces Twilight to her new favorite eatery, but everything's kind of... weird.

Why is that draconequus behind the counter so familiar?

Why are the bees so tasty?

Is there something fetid in Equestria?

Only Carlestia can say for sure.

Fourth-place finalist in the October 2012 writeoff, "Deal With the Devil".

Reading by TheInvertedShadow

Something is causing the pegasi to follow an irresistible urge to hug their ground-bound cousins, leaving Ponyville foundering in a mildly annoying emergency. Twilight Sparkle ventures into the no-more-dangerous-than-usual town in a desperate attempt to solve the cutesy crisis and finally get her study time back.

Inspired by shortskirtsandexplosions' story Herald.

OCCASIONALLY, WHEN RELAXING BETWEEN MONSTER TRUCK RALLIES AND ROCKET LAUNCHES, TWILIGHT "SCREW IT" SPARKLE RELAXES WITH A BOOK BY THE WARM FIRELIGHT OF OTHER LESSER BOOKS. LITERALLY, A BOOK, AS ONLY HER OWN AUTOBIOGRAPHY CAN SURVIVE THE SCRUTINY OF A GOD AMONG GODS-WHO-SUBSEQUENTLY-BECOME-MEWLING-WHELPS-BEFORE-HER-EYE-SEARING-GLORY.

THIS IS HER STORY.

AS IF YOU'D READ ANY OTHER.

(DUE TO A SURPRISINGLY APPROPRIATE WORDCLOUD, COVER ART NOW EXISTS. YOU MAY REJOICE.)

Twilight Sparkle just loves the new dress Rarity gave her for her birthday. So much so, in fact, that she's got to get her groove-thing on. She has to... dance.

Naturally, this leads to horrifying consequences. Including, but not limited to: winding up in the dance-future, rescuing a dance-topian society from its evil dancerlord, and dancing with the power of friendship.

These are the results of the Fimfiction Writes Ponies! project, in which almost a hundred users were allowed editing access to a single Google document, with the final goal of writing a coherent story about colorful ponies.

This... is their story. It is the tale of Mecha-Trixie. It is the tale of Lord Apep, who ate the sun. It is the tale of the shattered multiverse, the permeable boundaries of which may cause the end of all Equestria. Rarity may or may not be eaten by a ghost-shark at the end of things. It is enormous. It cannot be described in mere words. Read it.

Go forth, my friends, and know that this is what Fimfiction has wrought.

If you want to see the original thing in its unvarnished glory, feel free to check out the Google doc, locked for editing but now open to public viewing.

Credits for The Wonderful Folks Who Helped Make This Happen

This story is a sequel to A Twilight Sparkle Story

The story of Twilight Sparkle and her harrowing journey to Fluttershy's cottage, as narrated by the extraordinarily clever and handsome Discord.

Can Twilight Sparkle stop the new menace that's suddenly taking control of her beloved home?

Spoilers: No

Having been kicked out of one too many bars, Trixie decides to try her hand at an open mic night at the local nightclub/grocers, Beets and Beats. Upon arriving she sees the most beautiful mare she's ever met. No, not Twilight, Princess Neon Boom. The two's bombastic personalities collide and they end up having a DJ battle to decide who's the most illest DJ in town. Twilight eventually shows up and can't believe how quickly things spiral out of control. Who knew that the power of music could rip apart an entire town?

Thanks to maskedferret for editing and junk.

Luna, Commissar of the Night, meets Luna-2, the sexy socialist soviet space probe that landed on the moon in 1959. What will happen in this exciting communistastical adventure?

Sponsored by Kack RED DETECTOR™.

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