When the HMS Equestria sets out on her maiden voyage, they're doing nothing more than charting nebulae is search for different forms of life. Officially, that's all they're doing. But, behind sealed doors in a dark room, select crew members are part of a clandestine investigation of a growing faction within the Federation.

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When Princess Celestia tasks the Mane Six with reforming the Spirit of Chaos, they aren't exactly thrilled about it. However, they are still determined to try... even if most think it isn't worth the time or effort.

But when they free him, Discord has other plans. He transports them to another universe, another world, locking away many of their memories and leaving them in a strange and different world in forms they aren't familiar with and their elements drained.

But luckily, Friendship really is magic, and there are those in this world who are ready and willing to help the Mane Six restore their memories, and the Elements of Harmony, so that they can return home.

And if their absence in one world and presence in another causes some chaos? Well, then a certain Chaos spirit is perfectly happy with that!

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Takes place near the end of Book 1 of the Harry Potter series
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This story is a revision of my original idea. The original idea never made it here, but I tweaked it to something I'm happier with.

Of course, Sweetie Belle is curious. All these expressions and words that had never been explained before.

She had to ask in order to have her answers, and poke her little muzzle in all the places in order to have the answers she sought.

If her mother Rarity and her friends were upset, it would be a small price, or so she had reasoned.

Confusion never is the answer.

Pinkie Pie, the Pony on the mind of the entire village of Ponyville. Throwing the parties and in general keeping the mood and morale at an all-time high.

Seemingly all-knowing and wise, she is the center of any and every party. She is fast and powerful.

What she isn’t is the Pony you cross or lie to.

What she doesn’t know, may not be worth knowing. On the other hoof, she had the tendency to let you know. Then she demonstrated just how wrong we all were.

The one thing she does forget, is her Birthday.

Few ponies stop to wonder just how glue is made, or where it comes from. Perhaps it's better that way.

I live in central U.S., Kansas, just by the road to the Natural Wild Life Preserve. I had found it rather convenient.

Once I had inherited the lands, I built a rather large ranch on what's now my lands. I had intended to breed Horses on my lands, then I had opted for a smaller orchard. The rest of the lands, will be some lush forest. For as much as that will be. I did not have all that much left, after I had set up the pastures, and the small orchard by my house.

I had taken the tine, preparing all the pastures since it is the basis of what my ranch is all about. That started with removing all the soil, before I lay out new in an even layer, just thick enough for all the grasses. Then I had selected seeds for all the right grasses, thus making up the menu of the Ponies intended to live with me. I had then built scattered hills, where I planted selected trees.

Holes had been drilled, then the land had been marked, and fences created. Then I had connected the fence to my electricity, keeping my Ponies on the pasture chosen. Just as it keeps most others out.

Then I had built the barn, and stables for each of the pastures. Incidentally, the stables are in three floors, starting with the main ground level, where I am to keep large Horses, the second is where I will hold small Ponies. On the top floor, I keep all the feed.

At this point, I had managed to select a few small herds of chosen Ponies and Horses, I had managed to buy in for the ranch. Two stables had been filled up. I had laid the water line, so they have water, and I had managed to buy in all the required feed for about half a year. Naturally, I had chosen only fillies. They are all about two years of age. Now happily munching away, as they stand on the pastures.