Anon, after a seminar out in Manehattan, is due back home at eight. When he's over an hour late, Twilight starts to overthink things - right up until she hears snow boots crunching outside her front door.

Originally found here: https://ponepaste.org/8826
Cover image credits to Hierozaki

A rare night drinking alone at your local lesbian joint is steadily sliding into forgettable when you meet a pony. You've never met a pony before. She strikes up a conversation without hesitation, and you find yourself drawn in by her peppy attitude as you talk about culture, dexterity, cherry stems, and intimacy.

Also, in a stunning maneuver of sharp extra-dimensional ambassadorship, you flirt with her.

Luna has been more tired than usual. Celestia is worried about her wellbeing, so she asks Anon for his help, not only because she's been extremely busy with her royal duties, but also he's dating Luna, so it makes the most sense for him to help. What Anon discovers makes him wonder if pigs do really fly.

They don't, but hey, could you really blame him for asking?

Tagged Sex for references to the act. Also majority of the fic was written in three hours.

Cover art by magnaluna.

Opaline Arcana has sowed dissent and anger across Equestria. With the nation divided, Princess Twilight Sparkle and her friends are struggling to contain the ambitious alicorn. If something isn't done soon, Twilight will have no choice but to store Equestria's magic into the Unity Crystals, putting all of ponykind at risk.

Before that, though, Twilight has an idea. There's a prisoner locked away in Tartarus that was forgotten by history. He might be just what they need to stop Opaline. However, letting him loose could spell disaster for Equestria.

It's a risk she has to take.

Anon was holding Princess Celestia's forehooves.

He doesn't know if she liked it.

She did. A little more than Anon thought.

Dedicated to the horse homies, NorrisThePony (you're welcome) and Odd_Sarge (who will most likely ask me why I'm SMIRKAING again).

Art by blackkaries (linked in source).

Now with an audio reading done by The Mystery Fluttershy Fan!

Anon has a discussion with Button Mash’s mother (also known as Cream Heart) about the nature of the story they are in (this one).

For the sake of the long description being longer than the short description, this sentence exists.

Cover art is a screenshot from the Button's Adventures pilot by JanAnimations and ShadyVox (which was officially taken off of YouTube), but you probably already knew that.

Covers removed from his bed. A warm spot on the mattress right next to him. Strange voices and shadowy figures haunting his sleepy, delirious mind. These are but a few of the odd occurrences that have been plaguing the Anon household.

Tonight, he's going to get to the bottom of it all.

This story is a sequel to I'm Gonna Put Some Cake In Your Eye

Kisses. They're basically Pinkie Pie's favorite thing, right behind parties and baking and her friends and her family and Gummy and...

Well, she really likes kisses. Specifically, giving kisses. And now that she's married, she can do that as much as she wants!

Get used to it.

Imprisoned in a life marked by solitude and monotony, he sees his existence shift into a surreal strangeness. A new opportunity to become someone better and happier ? Or should he let his new Changeling nature and his new mother guide his life for better or for worse?

Be kind, I'm just starting... No, I'm kidding, be tough, that's how I learn !

Milky Way is well-known throughout Ponyville. Unfortunately, it's for all the wrong reasons. She just wanted someone, anyone, to look past her appearance for a change, darn it! Luckily for her, she's found just the person.

Anon, Equestria's only human, is also used to being judged like that. It shouldn't have been a surprise, then, that he felt a kinship with the awkward mare. Their subsequent relationship did little to quell the insults being thrown their way.

Neither of them really care anymore.

Warning: This story contains discussions (but no depictions) of exactly what you think it does.

Art by Jargon Scott.