This story is a sequel to Deep Cover

Butter Up isn't Fluttershy -- but she does play her on TV.

Peter Griffin comes to Equestria demanding flapjacks. Hilarity ensues. Or maybe it doesn't, I dunno.

Twilight walks into Quills and Sofas to find out, to her surprise, that Chrysalis works there.

Art made by Kamikakushi!

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Ivan is just your everyday type of guy. Middle-aged, balding, Eastern European, grew up in harsh and merciless communism, and took to smoking three packs of cigarettes a day since childhood, washing it down with vodka as well. When he heard about the great opportunities the magical land of Equestria were offering, he got one of the first green cards there and opened up shop in Ponyville. A saddle shop, to be specific, where he sells saddles and saddle accessories.

Why ponies buy saddles, Ivan doesn't know, and when he finds out, he'd like very much to go back to not knowing.

Thanks to my pre-reader RedSquirrel456 for all his help.

Pinkie doesn't mind being scared; she has laughter on her side, after all. But, when she comes across the Pumpkin King one fateful night, her giggly nature is put to the test by the master of fright himself.

But, oddly enough, they end up bonding.

This story is a sequel to Starswirl and the Purple Terror

After the events in the past, Twilight can't help feeling dejected. She would never see Starswirl again. Or at least, that's what she thought right before he came knocking at her door. Meanwhile, in the past, a still somewhat immature Celestia is desperately trying to find a way to deal with the unfolding catastrophe. Luckily, her spymaster is always there, ready to lend a helping hoof.

Author's Note:
See what you made me do! I hope you are all happy... because this can't end well.
Also, you can't really read this without reading the previous story.
Full credits to Sorrowfulwinds for the title name.

Discord gets bored, so he makes a new planet. It's just like Equestria, except nothing like Equestria. Everything is backwards, flipped over, reflected, complementary.
He calls it, "Antiequestria".

Isn't it glorious?

Hiyas! I'm Screwball!

My daddy's kinda unavailable at the moment, on account of him being turned to stone (AGAIN) so it looks like it's up to me to spread enough Chaos to break him out. Might as well start with the jerks that put me on the "Pay No Mind" list by leaving me without my daddy. Ponies always say that revenge is a dish best served cold. If that's the case, I wonder what it tastes like? Ice cream? Popsicles maybe? Guess it's time I found out.

So...ya wanna play?

This is an Ask Fic! Ask questions to Screwball to affect the course that the story will take.

Most of the credit for this story goes to my friend Fluttercord45, for basically starting a majority of it and setting up the main plot, but handed the project over to me.

Shortly after the defeat of Tirek, Princess Celestia began conducting a series of controlled and discreet experiments with a diverse family of potion types, one that allowed their alicorn users to safely witness and analyze events of the past. On the eve of the last of these such trials, a particularly potent potion among the others transports the Princess to a mysterious event far earlier in time than she had originally intended. 50,000 years earlier, in fact.

Now she's in the presence of a group of funny-looking hornless minotaurs wearing business suits.

A dragon settles down to take a nap. What do you expect it to do when some little ponies come inturrupt it's sleep? Cry? Why exactly did it cry? After all, it was only a little yellow-and-pink Pegasus, right?