This story is a sequel to Cutie Mark Crusaders Alpha Pack Leader

The Crusade has costs. When materials can't be "borrowed," they have to be paid for. And after adding in the reparations which have allowances something close to permanently docked -- well, the Crusaders are finally broke. So in order to fund their next mark-finding attempt, they're going to hold a sale during Ponyville's next market day.

The Crusade also has consequences, and part of that bill is about to come due.

(Part of the Triptych Continuum, which has its own TVTropes page and FIMFiction group: new members and trope edits welcome.)

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Apple Bloom gets a rare chance to spend the day with her friend (and possible relative!) Maud Pie. Of course, she knows there's more to Maud than it appears, but her special talent means helping Maud to figure that out, too.

Cover art by tikrs007.

Thanks to Themaskedferret for pre-reading feedback.

There is a hidden village deep within the untamed forest surrounding Neighagara Falls. Should one ever journey to this village, those who live there will welcome them for a simple price: love.

When the village accepts a new family from Cloudsdale, a not-quite-altruistic pair of changeling siblings offer a young filly friendship and a chance to find her place in the strange village she hopes to call home.

New cover art done by Arcticwaters.

This story is a sequel to A Mare's Image

Several nosy little birdies put Surprise on the path to discovering Spitfire's budding relationship with Rainbow Dash. If Spitfire gets her hooves on any of them, they won't be flying so well. Especially if that information gets spread around to the rest of her team, or Rainbow's friends.

Just what part of "keeping this quiet until Rainbow gets settled as a Bolt" is so hard to understand?

Preread by Timaeus

Cover art by Rossby Waves

After her little magic trick at the Fall Formal, Sunset Shimmer is not having the best night, and it's about to get worse: Principal Celestia just found out that Sunset has been living in the school clock tower. Now she has nowhere to live, and who's going to take in a teenager with personal issues that include recent demonic possession? No one normal, obviously.

But... maybe someone with a mohawk, a house full of creepy masks, and blue eyes that seem to see more than words -- or rhymes-- can say.

Winner of the Writeoff Association's February WriteOff, "Look, I Can Explain."

Changelings are mighty hunters, capable of imitating anything they choose to perfection. Naturally stealthy, soft on their hooves, and cunning to a fault, there is no doubt that they sit on top of the food chain. Incognito is a proud changeling and looks down on his friends prey from his lofty spot above them all, confident that his spot at the pinnacle of the food chain is secure. After all, his race is without equal, their strength unquestionable ...

With the exception of a small, little nerve cluster at the tip of their snouts. It doesn't help that everypony in Ponyville knows about it, too.

'Nito really wishes they didn't.

Preread by Timaeus and Cynewulf. Thanks, guys.
Cover art by the one and only Rossby Waves.

Rarity lures Rainbow Dash into a trip down memory lane.

Editing and proofreading assistance provided by Cryosite.
Prereading assistance provided by Jondor and Timaeus.

Art by someyellowpony. Can be found on their tumblr here.

Appearance, talent, or attitude? Which is more important? What truly makes a mare who she is?

Spitfire asks herself these questions as she watches Rainbow Dash change her image to join the Wonderbolts. But does she really want to let the young pegasus she's admired for her skill and integrity change who she is because of a silly rule?

Preread by Fahrenheit, and Timaeus.

Cover art by viwrastupr.

You remember Canterlot. You remember the taste of victory. Across a thousand years and a hundred lives, it was the greatest joy you had ever felt.

And then, in a flash of heat and unbearable light, it ended.

Now you are alone. The rest of your kind are dead or scattered, and you cannot hear their thoughts.

There is a void inside you. A gnawing, endless hunger you cannot escape. It is killing you.

You need love to survive, but there is none of that here. Not for you. You can only steal it from them, these ponies for whom we are hungry.

[My entry in and winner of the "Most Dangerous Game" contest."]

I, like many writers, don't spend one hundred percent of my time writing grand epics or fabulous tales. Sometimes I have to write smaller things, for the purpose of preserving a story idea for later or just as a way to sharpen my thinky bits.
A few of these will never be built upon, and that's okay. These are not all meant to become great things. Many of these will simply be forgotten altogether, and, while that hurts a bit, it's not a tragedy. Better for them to be remembered in spirit by a few rather than forgotten by me.
Many of these won't fit your definition of prose, and some may stretch your definition of poetry.

Explaination of the title:
If you do some background research on the changeling myths, you'll find that they were used to justify infinanticide against mentally difficient children. One of the disorders linked to the myth was phenylketonuria, which I have, and will have for the entirety of my life.
Thankfully, I am leading a normal (enough) life, and am proud to call myself my school's resident changeling. The way I see it, after mistreating my ancestors, and then teasing me for following my required diet, humanity owes me the rights to identify with whatever the changeling legend becomes.