Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie have a farting contest with each other, finding it to be absolutely hilarious, while Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, and Rarity secretly love farting and set a time when they fart a lot when no one else is around.

Contains: Fart (obviously), and Fluttershy's chapter contains a brief, softcore, non-descriptive instance of watersports, but I don't think it's graphic enough to warrant an M rating (I've seen more graphic scenes in some T stories). Not intended for anyone who doesn't either have a fetish for it or find it funny.

Applejack doesn't really get her own chapter, since I don't really fetishize her that much, but she does have a part to play.

Warning: Will contain stretchy scenarios, possible repetitive formulas, most likely low quality, and definitely OoC. Writing quality is probably the same as the last eight stories. Please don't take it too seriously.

Deep in the Royal Library is a book. A terrible book that is said to send whoever reads it mad. A book so dangerous that it has to be hidden away and secured with chains to prevent it from ever being opened.

A book which has just been accidently checked out by Spike on behalf of Twilight Sparkle.

The Star In Yellow is rising once more, and only Rainbow Dash and Spike can save Twilight before it's too late. Ideas live forever. Ponies do not.

This fic is loosely inspired by the 19th century story 'The King In Yellow'.

It is recommended you read this story in one of the Dark formats in order to better distinguish the colored text of the 'other voices'.

Hey folks! Name's Deadpool!
I thought that was all of us?
It is. He's just introducing us as a single entity.
Will you two idiots be quiet? I'm trying to talk to the readers! Anyway, I know you've all been waiting with bated breath for this story ever since it was announced, and here it is! And it's going to have everything you'd expect of such a story!
Explosions!
Adorable father-daughter bonding moments.
Total babes!
Awkward hilarity.
Not to mention me, Deadpool, the merc with-
Daddy, who are you talking to?
Oh hey Chryssi! Just telling the readers about-
Are you breaking the fourth wall again? I thought you were going to teach me how to do that today.
That's what I'm doing! Say hi to the readers, Chryssi!
You will all love me and despair as I feed upon your adoration to become an unstoppable god!
That's my girl! Hey, wanna read the story with me?
I brought popcorn and chimichangas.
*sniffle* You're the best thing to ever happen to me, Chryssi!

Hey look! We've got cover art now!
Aww, you were so cute at that age!
And I'm not cute now?
Now you're sexy!
We should thank Sanyo21 for the image.
Then I guess I'll throw up a link! Nnnghha! http://www.fimfiction.net/user/sanyo21
...did you really have to literally throw it?
Yup!
Oh, and for those who don't know yet, this story is part of the PWNY-verse. It's not all about us - even if it should be - but you'll probably enjoy it to-Oh, stop making me a shill already!

Oh, by the way, it's recommended you read this story in Dark or Ultra Dark. Some of the colored text doesn't show up clearly otherwise. Not necessary, but just a suggestion.

(Warning!: This fic has been rated Teen as a precaution, as it will contain diapers and light adult baby/diaper lover themes. Reader discretion is advised, and if you are uncomfortable with such material please click elsewhere. You have been warned. Coverart by Zalakir on Deviant Art, used with permission Proofread by Smity 1038 on Deviant Art.)

Ever since that faithful concert in Ponyville, life for Countess Coloratura (or Rara as she's calling herself) has gone nowhere but up.

One night, after yet another crowd pleasing performance, the young pop star retreats to her private dressing room. And out of curiosity, decides to try out a form of relaxation that she read about in a magazine.

As she indulges in this new "treatment", Rara will be surprised not only at how effective it is, but also at the feelings it will bring to the surface.

Starlight and Trixie have been best friends for some time now, but even best friends have secrets, secrets that they dare not tell the other. They have their reasons. Good reasons. But, what if Starlight was willing to not only accept Trixie's secret, but help her out with it? Trixie is about to find out if that's true or not.

"It's just my parents and I have a delicate relationship."

What had Rainbow Dash meant by that? Scootaloo intends to find that out!

WARNING: This story contains diapers, diaper usage, and ageplay. Do not proceed further if this isn't your cup of tea. If it is, enjoy!

This story is a sequel to Bride of Discord

Discord and Fluttershy are blessed with a daughter named Screwball, who is gifted with incredible power that attracts the attention of the Queen of the Changelings...as well as her son.
When disaster strikes that tears Screwball's family apart, it is up to her to bring it together again.

New cover art by floppy-fluttercord

The Rainbow Factory, it's tale isn't quite as nice as sugar and spice as you might think it really is...

(Version 2.01)

*PLEASE NOTE; THIS IS A BABYFUR STORY. IF THIS IS UNPLEASANT TO YOU, PLEASE LOOK AWAY AND JUDGE ME KINDLY*

Late one night, Mrs. Cake found Pinkie Pie staring intently at her two babies, a look on her face that she could not recognize. She watches her charge over time, trying to understand what is causing her to do this. And Mrs. Cake realizes that it might be Pinkie being Pinkie, but Pinkie is something more important and precious than she first realized, and that herself, Mrs. Cake, is a bit more, too.

The first chapter of the first babyfur story I've written. At the gentle insistence of a friend, I have posted on this site for somebody's enjoyment. I hope you like it, and please tell me if there is anyway I can improve this. Also, why isn't there a family or friendship option for the tags?

Did you know that yesterday was my birthday? You probably didn’t hear about it, but that’s okay I guess. Twenty-five is just a number, and I didn’t have anypony to celebrate it with anyway. I wish Tavi could have come with me to Manehattan, though. She’s off in Trottingham this weekend, so we basically headed in opposite directions.

You know what? This whole thing stinks.

My submission for the Monthly Contest Club.

Cover art by johnjoseco.