Equestria is long past it's golden age, or so some say. Speed is the way life passes, a blur that nopony notices. I never questioned the change of regime, but sometimes I wonder. My name's Twilight Sparkle, Immilator 401.
Writing alone in a private chamber the Ice King sulks. Writing his fantasies away as he envisions a perfect world where his characters Fionna and Cake go on epic adventures. This time he decides to add his latest obsession into his fan fiction.
Foal Protective Services decides Derpy's clumsiness is too dangerous, and tries to take her daughter away. How many crimes and explosions will it take to keep a family together?
Humans don't have (as much) magic as ponies, so they get their psychedelic kicks in... other ways. Fluttershy's friend Tree Hugger has procured a substantial amount of one such way of getting one's kicks. Twilight's about to blast off.
There were five of them, at first: odd, masked aliens. No one knew what they were, but they claimed to be there to help. The ones that TALKED, anyway. . . .
Weeks and weeks pass by, and the bodies only pile up while the infestation covers more ground, Equestria is on the brink of financial collapse, they are the laughing stock of world nations, and no one seems to take it them very seriously anymore.
American Military Men are trapped in Vietnam about to lose to the enemy. They know that the only way to win is to go back in time to stop the war from ever starting. But... They go too far... *DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT! THANK YOU!**
Twilight Sparkle—once the student of Princess Celestia, now the one who intends to rid the world of Chaos to bring about total Harmony. But though she aims to rid the world of evil, her ideals blind her to the corruption within herself.
Twilight's compulsions as the Element of Magic are beginning to get out of control. She finds herself almost ravenously seeking more and more spells if for nothing else than to maintain her sanity.
After being assassinated by his citizens for doing what he thought was right, Trump soon finds himself ruling a new land in need of his help. Though, why do ponies keep calling him "Celestia?" NO POLITICAL DISCUSSION OR HATE IN THE COMMENTS.