Three best friends end up in Equestria but not all of them are ponies. One who isn't a brony, and even borderlines on being a hater, is a griffin. Another who is more calculating and cocky but hates hiding is a changeling. Finally the last of them is a unicorn who's special talent is that he adapts and overcomes. Together these three best friends will fight changelings, ponies, demigods, and the god of chaos himself.
Artwork by Sara Germany (shaya.laperro@gmail.com). (http://saracorgi.deviantart.com/ )

A middle aged brony inexplicably replaces Chrysalis as a new changeling queen some decades before the fruition of a certain pony prophesy. Now the new queen must figure out how to manage a kingdom that has been in a slow, seemingly irreversible, decline for the past several thousand years.

A girl called Hannah gets sent to Equestria and has to help the mane six before nightmare moon takes over.

Starts at ep one, my first story so pls don't hate. Art from google.

Walking home at night clearly is one of the most stupid decisions you’ve ever made. That only becomes even more clear when you wake up in an unfamiliar place with strange new limbs.

Haven’t you ever been taught about stranger danger? Don’t go into dark alleys, don’t approach strangers in trench coats, and definitely don’t antagonize them for offering you glow-in-the-dark stickers. You never know if they are some strange, world-bending, celestial deity of some sort that gets easily offended at insults to their precious, precious sticker-selling business and decides to punish you by slapping a sticker on you, therefore transporting you to a world filled with fun-loving equines and terrifying monsters with racial problems.

Your stupid decisions aside, at least one good thing that came out from this situation was that you at least look kinda bad-ass. However, it really does make you stick out from the generic brands of ponies in this... “Equestria” land you woke up in. Hopefully your quick (not really) wits and profound knowledge in the art of profanity, sarcasm, and unknowingly ominous statements that you blurt out of your large, now fang-filled mouth. Hopefully you don’t fuck anything up.

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This is a changeling/centaur reader insert. I was kinda planning on making this gender-neutral, but i think it will be a bit more room for hilarity if the reader was female. It doesn’t really matter what gender you are, though, there’ll be a lot of dirty, really tasteless jokes coming in this fanfic!

Another thing!! I have literally no fucking clue how reader inserts work on this site, but i have seen some of them so i may as well use similar tags!!! Also, this is kinda a... platonic story. I mean, there’s already a shit-ton of smutty reader inserts man, may as well make a platonic one.

I apologize if you don’t have long hair, or short hair, or hair, but i decided to just get kinda... in the middle by giving ya’ll short hair before and long hair after the thing. I dont know if ya’ll care or not about this, i really just ramble a lot and i’m Nervous if i do something wrong.

The cover was created by me. The gray areas are colors that are supposed to be filled in by you, but you probably already know that. :)

The forest was his new home.

From what he saw, he didn't belong in the town outside of his forest, but he also knew he didn't belong inside of it. His new hole filled legs and black body seemed to make sure he didn't fit in anywhere.

He had planned on trying to figure out what had happened to him without drawing attention, but when he saves three fillies from danger, he knew that his time to think about it was almost up.

The ponies would want answers.

He had none.

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Cover art done by the incredibly talented Mix-up! His DA is here.

I was living a comfortable life. Had a loving wife and son, money was absolutely no issue, everything was swell.

Next thing I know, I'm hearing voices, I can't move, I can't talk, I can't even breathe. Yet, I know I'm alive, though I don't entirely feel like myself anymore.

Then I end up being the last of survivor of my new race.

I'm not even human anymore...

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-A HiE fic as a changeling in an alternate universe where MLP was never aired on Earth.
-Starts shortly before the end of Season 2.
***Slow updates! You've been warned!***
-Current cover image is a placeholder. Trying to find a more appropriate one...
-Comments below contain spoilers!
-The [Tragedy] tag is there mainly because I can't put up the [Sad] tag, due to conflicts with the [Comedy] tag.

Hmmm... Ever had the feeling that something is missing or wrong? That something shouldn't happen yet it does? Strangely enough, I'm feeling that way. And so does my new allies.

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...Oh, did I forgot to mention my new allies are a bunch of pony-shaped creatures that feed on love? No? Well, they are. And the leader, Chrysalis, won't bug off me. Heh, get it? Bug off, cuz, you know, they have holes.... and look like insects and.... oh whatever.

The thing is, I'm not exactly a changeling. What's that supposed to mean? It means, I'm a human in a changeling's body........

And I DON'T LIKE IT!

Let's just hope things turn out for the best in the near future... Cuz I'm gonna need a lot of luck and miracles to make it out unscratched... but something tells me in won't be that way.
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Ashardu here, with some news!

I have a 'Bitching allowed' rule where if someone dislikes my story, I wish to know why. No matter the reason, I just want to know. Doesn't hurt to know a few things about my story, does it?

And last but not least, The whole story is gonna be affected about how much love it receives. If it is well-received, then it might go further than originally expected. Otherwise, I'll keep it to the same development. Got it?

Edit: Forget about it. This thing is going further than planned.

THE SINGLE PROOFREADER FOR THE STORY, Mngotsevoy IS NOW DEAD.
NOW COMING FROM THE SHADOWS, COMES
ShadowBeat! Tremble against his wolfy pic!

Your body is alien. Your instincts are alien. Your surroundings are dark, and damp. From murderous siblings to mysterious rituals of love; the life of a newly hatched changeling queen is confusing and dangerous. Chrysalis does not even bother to tell you exactly what you are before she sends you into the world. Thrust directly into the fire; you must learn the way mother did, or not at all.

Your instincts guide the way, but sometimes they are as much obstacles as anything else. Time ticks by, and you begin to wonder just who you really are. Are you Mint Leaf; adopted daughter of Lyra and Bon Bon? Or are you Chrysalis's spawn; heir to the changeling throne and yet to earn her name? To make matters even more confusing; old memories from a life before this one linger in the back of your head. They refuse to be forgotten.

You mustn't be caught. They will kill you if you are caught.

Mother said so.

This is the story of a brony, who inserted into Equestria.
But instead of a pony, he became the enemy of Celestia.

Would he decide to do what’s right, to love and tolerate
Or would his evil changeling nature make it hard to integrate

Then there is the question of the duty that is his natural birthright
Tasked by the changeling Queen, he was to murder Princess Twilight

So, here’s my attempt at a SI with a bit of a twist that others have done before. Go to Equestria, end up on the wrong side of the tracks, and have to deal with it. Enjoy!

Art provided by SoukiTsubasa

The sequel to Rise of the Dragonking of the "Prince of the Changelings" trilogy.

War has come. Silent Wing must gather those his father commanded him to bring halfway around the world where the scars of the past are forever written upon the very sands. As he, Luna, and members of the Mane Six travel in hopes of saving Twilight Sparkle, Star Journey and Atalanta, Celestia and Chrysalis are left to lead their small forces against an overwhelming foe.

Discord remains missing, his reasons for not showing for the past fifteen years a secret.

Flamespyre sets his eye upon Twilight Sparkle and Princess Luna for reasons that can only be for his own twisted pleasure. He begins to slowly reveal his plan for the world. His target is the very magic through all the land, air, and sea. If he can but wrest control of it for himself and deny it to others, then he would indeed be unstoppable. But how can he do this?

He has a name for it: Oblivion.

Another had the very name once, five thousand years ago. One thousand years ago, it stirred a certain Nightmare against her own sister.

The chaos of war shatters a thousand years of peace as the madness of a monster spreads his evil. No place is safe. Not even the mind of Princess Celestia. All hopes rest upon the small form of the adopted son of Queen Chrysalis, Silent Wing. It could very well destroy him.