Hell on earth. Apocalyptic wasteland. Scorched planet.
Detroit, Michigan.

My day, it use to be simple. Wake, dress, school, home, ponies, sleep.
Repeat.

My life, from a different point of view I suppose, was normal. I loved my family. Nothing could separate us.Not even all the hell we went through in our lives. Friends were either real or fake, but it didn't matter. Life as a quiet teen in a highly populated city with no connections with the outside world wasn't all that bad. At least I had the internet and my music to keep me going.
I wouldn't want to change anything. I loved my life, even if my family and I struggled through our every day lives. Yup, life was good.

But this was before the Outbreak.

And before 6 colorful ponies were dropped here on this, walking meat bag, flesh rotting world.

Welcome to hell brothers.

(A/N: Inspired by Zalekai's Dealing With An Infection. Go read it, it's a great story.If you made it through the description, good job. For your reward, I will tell you this.

No shipping. Celebrate, my friends. As for comedy, I'll keep it in, here and there.)

This story is a sequel to No, I Am Not A Brony, Get Me Outta Equestria!

After leaving Ponyville, the human TD Harrison Powell finds himself in even stranger territory than the land of the ponies. Will he find his way home? Or will he find out that he should have stayed in Ponyville under the watchful eyes of the Royal Sisters after all?

Edited by the amazing Jack Kellar and Marioland1

Special thanks to MyHobby for the cover art!!

Have you ever been on a trip that you really did not want to go on? Well that's how I feel right about now. I'm Edward, just some 23 year old shut-in and I've been dragged along for a boring-ass vacation on some island in the middle of nowhere.

Although, it would seem that my destination would be somewhere very different. While still being in the middle of nowhere, I'm in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of talking colorful horses. What's worse, is I can't even understand a damn thing they are saying; but, oh it gets even better than that; I'm now somehow one of these things.

Before I can even think about getting out of this mess, I'll need to learn how to even walk and talk like one of them, maybe then I can get some answers and hopefully find my way home.

Earlier chapters are weak. You've been warned.
Rated teen for slight language and suggestive themes.
Edited by Darastrix. Pre-read by Azu.
Cover image by Sinrar.
Not a blatant self-insert.

Further wanderings through the Leroverse. This fic continues on after the Xenophilia main story so you'll need to read that to be able to understand anything that's going on here. This fic may not be clop (so no explicit man-on-tiny-horse action to be found here) but the original is so you have been warned.

Most importantly, a huge shower of gratitude goes to AnonAuthor and AnonponyDASHIE for granting me permission to play around in their pool. Hopefully they won't need too much extra chlorine once I'm done. I'd also like to thank all my co-authors and guest authors. You're fantastic, every one of you.

Hi! I'm Star Watcher. I've lived my whole life in a small town in the middle of nowhere, which isn't very fun. I've been cooped up in my house almost my whole life. In fact, I live more in the small house than the small town. I don't know why I've lived this way, but I'm tired of it. I want to head out into the world, I'm a big pony now after all. Have been for years. I guess I'm just too different though.

Octy's starting to get suspicious. Vinyl wears her shades everywhere, even at night. She refuses to eat garlic. She wears a hoody in 90 degree weather. She sits at home with the shades drawn. Vinyl's secret is at risk of being revealed, but she must hide the truth at any cost.

This story tells the tale of "My Roomate Is A Vampire" from the perspective of Vinyl Scratch.

I'd like everyone who decides to read this to know that it is an edited version of Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes. Flowers For Algernon is a heartwarming story that I highly suggest you read.
The simple mare, Ditzy Hooves, AKA Derpy, is selected by Twilight Sparkle to be the subject of an experiment that will make Derpy smarter than any common stallion. This leads to amazing knowledge that makes Ditzy rethink her entire life from the way her friends have been treating her and her forgotten childhood to a new feeling towards her teacher, Dr. Whooves. Not related to the wall eyed pegasis mentioned.
I'm a little new to this whole "writing because you're just too bored for anything else" so be gentle. Again, I did not write all of this but merely edited it for the enjoyment of all you readers. Thank Daniel Keyes for the amazing words.
*a little warning* Many Grammar Nazis will shit their pants at the sight of this writing. Please know that the writing style in the beginning is to immense the reader or some crap like that.

Ever since the events of his birthday, Spike has feared and suppressed his species' natural behavior. However, when one chains the beast too long, natural tendencies tend to break loose. Spike, along with his friends, must discover a way for Spike to control his natural behavior and continue to live alongside the ones he loves. But is this possible?

Which is more powerful: nature or nurture?

The wyvern, one of the few creatures in Equestria known for having such ferocity and enough primal rage to strike fear into the heart of the dragons. To those few that know of their existence, they are but a horrid plague that is trapped in their own icy hell of the northern tundras. Until the one breaks free of her prison, descending down to wreak havoc upon the mining towns of the Frozen North. In order to stop this creature from consuming everything he knows, one stallion must recruit some unsavory allies, including a taxing dragon, a drunken tracker, and a questionable knight and his squire.

This isn't where I belong. I left all this behind years ago, moved on with my life. But a mare from my past brought me back, and now she won't let me go. So I'm stuck here, trying to make the best of it with ponies that don't understand me, don't even like me. But when something moves in the darkness, and when things go wrong in the cold, dead night, they'll turn to me to try to set things right.

Why? Because once a police pony, always a police pony.
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This is a spin-off story to 'Why am I Pinkie Pie?!', and will contain spoilers for that story, but it's not necessary to read that story to understand this one.
Cover art by the talented Conicer
Need more Cinnamon Swirl? Merlos the Mad wrote a fanfic of this story!

There is now a side-story: A Hard Day's Nightmare Night