Pineapple Rice thought a little hang around Manehattan would be smooth sailing, especially for a pegasis from Ohana Islands. Goddess, how he was wrong. He is now enemy number one to the Cino mafia family, the Ramune Yakuza are planning to show him the latest styles of cement footwear and the Tequila cycle-gang? Well, let's just say they are not willing to give him kindness.

Officer Dandelion is trying to protect the infamous tourist, but the more and more he is in the city the more and more it is abundantly clear...
That Pineapple Rice is Going to Die.

It was just supposed to be a little game, part of the very first slumber party held in Twilight's new castle. Neither Twilight nor her friends expected to learn life-changing things about each other. And none of them could have anticipated who among them had the most experience when it came to sex...

(Unless you read the comments. Spoilers!)

Reading by Max Kongo!

Vinyl takes a walk after the wedding before returning home to her roommate, Octavia.

A lovely individual chose to translate this to Spanish! I can't read a lick of it myself, but if anyone would prefer that, the link is here: https://www.deviantart.com/spaniard-kiwi/art/No-es-como-si-estuviera-sorda-970424886

Pinkie Pie really should have known better, some folks who could see were startled something fierce by her welcome wagon. That poor little filly had no idea what hit her.

And now she has to live with it.

Inspired by a scene from the story ...And it's freaking cold up here.

Featured for about five minutes on 3/26/15

Twilight Sparkle gets the chance of researching and questioning the first live specimen of a changeling since the Canterlot invasion three years ago.
Twilight goes in with a scientific mind and wants to figure out everything about these evil bugs, as clearly they have shown themselves to be nothing but cruel in the past. However, in an attempt to find a cruel primitive being, she instead finds something she did not expect.
A teacher.

Story Tags and notes: There is going to be no explicit sex in this story, but gender, sex, and general reproduction will be a subject, as well as love, affection, morality, society and any other subjects that boggles my mind.
This story is something I made out of a combination of my own headcanon for changelings, and with my frustration, yet love, for philosophy, which I study at writing moment at university. This story will have slow updates, but I will work on it. This is as much a work for me, as it is for you.
I hope you´ll enjoy.

After a discussion in class, Twilight has a very important question to ask her mentor Princess Celestia.

Pre read by ZOMG, Jumbled Thought, Cerulean Voice and Zodiac.
Edited by Dont Look At My Name Bro

Stop me if you heard this one: I have been sent to some dumb party. Now I'm stuck here with some little rich colt who just doesn’t shuts up, his dad giving me some looks and I apparently need to make a good impression on both of them so I can try and win some competition I didn’t even put myself in for. And then there’s some grey filly crying in the bathroom for some reason. It’s going to be a miracle to make me happy about this!
Good thing it’s Hearth’s Warming Eve… miracles happen on Hearth’s Warming Eve, right?
I hope so… My name is Woundsalt.

This is a Christmas story prequel thing for my original series on this site. You might want to check out the OG before reading. Just sayin’.
And a humongous thank you to Midnight Sonare for this cover and to all the folks who somehow gave Woundsalt a whole lotta love this year!

Twilight Sparkle is a happy pony. With the help of her friends she defeated Tirek. She has a shiny new castle, the kingdom is safe, and she knows the reason behind her ascension. What more could a young princess want?

She is happy, she tells herself as she digs through the ruins of her home. She is so happy she can barely smell the ashes any more.

But in those ashes she finds something unexpected: a small porcelain vase, and with it a decade's worth of unspoken questions. A mystery hiding beneath her hooves, waiting to be put to rest.

Winner of the November Writeoff event.

Caramel is tired of his cousins ragging on him for having a pegasus marefriend, so he proposes a drinking game for the three of them to play.

Edited by Noble Thought.

Heartsleeve has a problem.
Well, technically not his problem. His Ex’s problem. But knowing this type of problem, I can’t blame Cheataboo for roping him into it. After all, if someone turned you into some practically hairless ape-like creature, you’d call somepony about it, right? Even your previous partner?

Not your previous partner?
… Yeah, me neither. But she did. To him. So now it’s his problem.