Celestia and Luna awake to find themselves in a strange and unfamiliar land, with strangely familiar faces. Under the care of the Muchitsujo Clan, the sister will discover how very different their world and this one really is.
Discord won, never giving Harmony or the Alicorns a second chance to defeat him. With the sisters banished and the Chaos Throne looming over Equestria, the ponies will find Discord's reign isn't as evil as they were led to believe. Hail to the King.
She looked just like Princess Celestia, except marred and broken. Her ceremonial barding had rusted slightly. Black streaks ran through her mane. Worst was the scar across her chest. The tarnished Celestia smiled at Luna. "H-hello, monster."
Twilight, Princess of the dragons. Moondancer, the saviour of Equestria. Cadance, a bride-to-be acting strange. The world is peaceful but it is fragile. Not all powers are willing to compromise and the delicate balance is tilting.
Nightmare Moon won. She defeated Celestia, broke the Elements, banished the sun. This all happened a very long time ago. So long ago, that she has had plenty of time to change her mind. Not that fixing it will be simple.
Even the scum of the earth have one to lead them. Deep in the depths of Tartarus, a slumbering king awakens. In a world ill prepared to face it, will good prevail? Or is this new threat too much for the peaceful land?
Rainbow Dash has spent nearly five years away from Ponyville, fighting and dying alongside so many other Equestrians, when a piece of home unexpectedly appears at her hooves.
Fluttershy is a very kind pureblood vampony, far too peaceful for her own good. Will she persevere in a world that sees her as threat? Will she find friendship and acceptance, or will she face fear and hostility?
Forcible reforming can lead to unseen consequences. Like the downfall of chaos and the rise of ultimate harmony. And here you'd think that'd be a good thing...
The local veterinarian asks her latest patient as she performs her least favorite procedure at Canterlot's animal shelter why she insists in keeping this job a secret from a certain pink haired volunteer. A monologue.