This story is a sequel to Golden Grace, Headless Headaches

Okay, SO, after stopping Omega and saving Equestria from whatever he had planned, along with Measured from certain death, I kinda, sorta, maybe used up a bit too much of my power.
There's no 'maybe' about it, you did.
And Measured, Twilight, and I are going to do some tests to see how bad it is.
Once you stop flinching at the very mention of Twilight's name.
First things first, though. Someone get me away from Cel, she's gone bananas!

The scientists from Earth were able to open a portal to Equestria, which became an unprecedented event for both worlds. Mutual enrichment in culture, mentality, and knowledge occurred, as well as, of course, a work exchange program. Through it, one young agronomist who wished to start a new life found himself in the world of little ponies.

His stay in Equestria proved to be challenging but unforgettable, a path that eventually led him to Sweet Apple Acres… of course, for reasons of his agricultural specialty. However, at some point, something terrible happened, and happiness came to an end. Hordes of zombies suddenly poured out of the portal to his native world, starting to take over the land of ponies.

Princess Celestia declared a state of emergency, and all the residents of Ponyville were evacuated. However, leaving the apple farm was not an option, as a shortage of apples could lead to famine. Only two remained to defend the harvest from the undead – a human and a farm pony. Fortunately, local magic proved capable of making the plants protect themselves.

The battle of life against death begins!..

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(Author's Note: This fanfic is a crossover between My Little Pony and Plants vs. Zombies. Its concept started as an excuse to play around with the keyboard or, rather, warm up before continuing work on the main project. However, after some elaboration, it evolved into something more. Essentially, it's just a sketch that accidentally grew into a coherent short story.

Enjoy your reading on a Nightmare Night! )

The pony that came back after 1000 years of exile to the moon was not the pony that Celestia expected. Instead of the menacing figure of Nightmare Moon what she instead got was a madly cackling alicorn rolling in a grassy field occasionally taking a break to stroke the lush green plants as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world.

While this was certainly better than the alternative Celestia was a bit miffed that her sister had not even acknowledged her presence before going to play in the grass. How could grass be more interesting than her?

A human, having suffered due to the mysterious means of his transmission from one world to another, is stuck in bed recovering from his injures. While a little alarmed to find that the one looking after him is not human herself, he can't do much about it.

It helps that - as he finds - she's also rather good company.

In the midst of a nightmare, you're rescued by Luna, the one you hold most dear. In the moments of beloved stillness thereafter, a threshold is crossed that makes you forget you were ever having a nightmare in the first place.

Tagged T for mild violence in the beginning.
Originally found here: https://ponepaste.org/9171
Cover image credits to Karzahnii

This story is a sequel to Headless, not Heartless

Okay, taking it from the top.
Hi, I'm Auric Fulcrum, also known as Frank DeFontaine. For about 1,500 years, I wasn't alive. I instead inhabited my Dullahan costume as a spirit because of my sword, which also brought me to Equestria. Once I got here, after a few years of back and forth, Sunbutt imprisoned me because of a minor misunderstanding.
I heard that!
You were meant to!
Anyways, once I got out, I learned that the Wise One was coming to this reality, so I did what came natural to me.
I sought out the power of the Golden Sun and used it to defeat him so utterly I would never have to worry about him again.
Problem was, the energies that bound me together and the power of the Sun conflicted, so my armor fell apart. And without the armor, I was unbound, unfocused.
I came to a week later in the same basement I had been imprisoned, in my old body, but with a few...upgrades. Like Alchemy being a Thing I can Do.
Now that I'm alive again, my to-do list is radically different, but no less daunting.
For starters, how am I supposed to stop a mountain from sinking into the earth?!

I was known as Frank DeFontaine. I was going to a Halloween party. I was a pretty intelligent kid, starting my first college term, and decided a little dress-up couldn't hurt.
My buddy Richard got involved, though. And like everything, he took it a bit too far. This time, I didn't say no, though. I really should have.
Next thing I know, we're going all-out on making my Dullahan costume. Because he's my favorite optional boss, and all.
Really shoulda known something was up when that guy behind the counter just so happened to have a sword that fit our specifications perfectly.
Next thing I know, I'm in Equestria. And I'm missing a head.
Sakes, I could use a drink. And a neck.
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Featured on 2/19/2014.
I'd like to leave it at "Holy mother of-!" but that doesn't capture what I'm feeling!

Available as a book!

It is a fact that horses have served mankind for thousands of years, in times of war and in times of peace. Your horse – a chestnut mare named Zayna – helps you to earn your primary source of income, in the form of a riding school.

But then, a freak occurrence dumps you both in a strange new land populated by talking ponies. At first, they are a bit hostile due to a misunderstanding — but that's nothing when you realise it's not just ponies who can talk here.

As it turns out, horses can as well.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Featured on Equestria Daily.

This is NOT an Anonymous in Equestria story.

First two chapters edited by Shin Guyviroth.

Special thanks to Shachza and Alticron for their assistance.

Rated Teen for suggestive themes.

Following a superbly successful fashion show, Rarity and her model, Anon, are invited to a night of celebration at a supremely exclusive establishment in the skyline of Manehattan. As it's usually open only to elites and celebrities, the two upstarts feel hopelessly out of depth, but they press on together; after all, no matter how much one's worries may weigh them down, they're bound to drift away in the Cosmos.

Tagged T for profanity, alcohol, and one passing allusion to intimacy.
Originally found here: https://ponepaste.org/8096
Cover image artist unknown, found here: https://derpibooru.org/images/213941

This story is a sequel to What Doesn't Kill You

Anon, fed up with being a handyman for the town, searches for his calling in life. And despite Twilight's assurances that he has no magic, Anon discovers avenues he's yet to explore.

If only he wasn't such an asshole.