Anonymous; the only human in Equestria, leads a mild-manner life as a simple grunt working for the Ponyville Natural History Museum. And boy, is he bored of it. The whimsy of living in Equestria has come and gone, and now it's just the same old-same old. But that all changes when the museum gets a hold of new exhibit: a draconequus statue. Surely nothing bad could possibly happen involving something like that. Right...?

"Five." Universal simply stated. He had heard Universal say this so many times he could take her place. "Four." He ran a quick diagnostic check of all crucial systems. "Three." Fabrication systems are up to par, Lathe is stable and charged. "Two." The weaponry systems were powered up, plenty of reserve energy for unexpected conflict. "One." He enabled surge defenses on all systems as a portal opened, and the Seraph flew through. He would not be prepared for what he would find on Equis. And it was certainly not prepared for him.

A crossover story between Planetary Annihilation and Friendship is Magic. This is the first story I've written in a long time, so criticism is more than welcome.

The cover image isn't the best, I know.

This story is a sequel to Noble Six

Spartans are refined by fire. Through great trials and tribulations are they made into the men and women they are. Noble Six fought through those flames. Now he rises to face an enemy even more threatening than his last. He must prevent his own race from eliminating the very friends he sacrificed himself to protect, or risk both species from falling to an even greater enemy bent upon their destruction.

Great responsibility weighs upon the shoulders of those with the power to make a decision.

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When the gym class teacher breaks her leg during a martial arts session, Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna have to turn to someone they didn't want to turn to from the beginning.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman.

Rated 'TEEN!(?)'
Expect swearing. Lots and LOTS of swearing, and also sexual humour.
Set within the Equestria Girls universe. Set before events of Sunset Shimmer's downfall.

You've all heard the story before; guy goes to convention, gets a cool artifact, and then gets teleported to Equestria, and then turns into what he's dressed as. That's the story going around. However, at least they can talk. Have you ever tried communicating with ponies when they not only don't speak the same language as you, but you can't even talk back because that fire-breathing hole in your face can't form coherent words? It's kind of hard. Well, as you may have guessed, that happened to me, except I didn't even make it to the con. No, instead, I put on my costume beforehand, and I end up getting summoned here by Celestia's own student, who thought she'd summoned something else. Now everyone's trying to kill me or something, and I didn't even DO anything!

Oh, and I can't even talk, like I said. Ain't life just grand? Egh... At least I have my sword... Don't ask how much THAT cost me.

I've had my fair share of critics in my line of work. It's understandable—someone with the power to invoke fear in those he touches? Yeah, that's someone I want to watch over me and my children.

But that's what I am now; a Metahuman Agent, using this and the other 'perks' of my unique condition to help my team in taking down the baddie of the day. Of course, it was while taking down the baddie of the day that I fell victim to his malfunctioning machine; a Rift that tossed me, randomly, to a head-scratchingly insane world of magical, talking ponies...

All I can do now is wait, pray I can get home, and try to show them I'm not the monster I appear to be.

(Dread's homeworld is based somewhat on the Little Victory comics by jollyjack; an Earth where metahumans are enlisted and trained by the government to defend the populace from threats, big and small.)

With the Barrier slowly consuming the Earth, and nowhere else to go, the population of the world has little choice other then to go pony, or die.

All but one who finds himself unable to go pony. Instead the potion renders him immune to the Barrier and magics toxic qualities, as well as giving him the ability to use magic that isn't toxic to regular humans. Exposure to more potion won't force a transformation either, only increase his magical prowess...

He stands alone. The only human who will survive the Collision of the two worlds...

...Then again, screw destiny.

This story is a sequel to A Guardian's Sacrifice

After a 300 year journey the Guardian of Equestria returns, only to be greeted by a very different world. Surviving is one thing, being hunted is another.

Book 3 of 3

MLP: FiM belongs to Hasbro. Halo elements belong to Microsoft, Bungie, and 343 Industries.
Image credit: Microsoft

A massive thanks to my proofreaders, for without I'd be lost: The dragon hunter and Snyperwulff0 << Thanks guys!

Shadow Team Self Potraits by: XEN0KID

Anon In Equestria Story

The year is 1943 and World War Two rages on. Axis forces are starting to exhaust their supply's of iron. In a desperate attempt to get back in the war Germany launches an attack to conquer Greenland. Seeing Nazi Germany's aggression's Canada launches a mission to defend Greenland from the German invasion. After fighting over the Arctic for iron deposits, Anon a 24 year old RCAF pilot awakens in northern Equestria after being frozen for four million years. The only items that can remind him of humanity is himself and his beloved spitfire. (The plane of course.)

This story by all means is not historically accurate. The only things that are accurate in this story 'history wise' is the information given for the Supermarine Spitfire MK VB. As for physics and other sciency stuff I try to explain why things that should kill you don't.

Map used

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Huh? Oh hey! Didn't see you there! Considering my eyes cant exactly move at the moment.... Anyways! Nice to have an audience! What? You cant hear me? Thats alright, my mouth cant move anyway. So! Your probably wondering how I got here eh? Well, it involves a convention, a costume, and a very stupid decision. Got some cool gloves out of it though! Eh, ok they're not that cool, well to me anyways. Back to what I was saying...
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What was I saying?
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Eh, it doesnt matter! Because I can feel my prison breaking and my freedom is at hand!
Let freedom ring!!!