Dusty Bargains is a well-put together student and aspiring salesman at Crystal Prep Academy. He gets good grades…has plenty of friends…might’ve been held back once…

But after refusing to do something messed up for his principal, his life seems to completely spiral out of control. That is until he winds up at Canterlot High, where he’ll end up making a big difference in many small ways…

(Originally on Fanfiction.net)

A simple slice of life story, following the episodes of Good Morning Equestria. Short sweet chapters, follwing each episode, and see where it takes us.

This first episode and whole story is dedicated to a very special friend of mine. For over a year she has been stuck in hospital, but now she is finally back. This is a story we are writing together, which started off as a joke in her hospital room. We started to make mock episodes, with stupid sponsors, prank calls, and what her advice would be to ponies.

Of course, now that we are writing it, the episodes is much more refined, and she has done a really good job in capturing Celestia's essence.

So this is dedicated to her, as a celebration of her return to me. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and each other. Shine Bright.

Princess Twilight Sparkle has a number of new duties as Princess of Equestria. One of those is to preside over the knighting of new guards. She is well-prepared, but she is anxious she will make a mistake.

The girls decide to play a game of truth or dare for a laugh. What follows is funny challenges, embarrassing crush reveals, and comedy.

The scientific work, abbreviated as "History", has been sought for several decades by most historians of the world. This letter, addressed to an unknown (brother), was found in the oldest library in the world, in which a certain story is told, which many scientists consider to be an abbreviated version of that very scientific work. However, further research is required.

From the diary of TS.

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An edited version of a previous story that has now been permanently deleted. What can I say, R.I.P.

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Do you ever feel like you were born in the wrong body?

It's a simple question, but one I have wanted to ask for quite some time. When I'm getting ready for school, when I go out in public, when I talk to my dad at the dinner table. It makes me uncomfortable in my skin, and the feeling never goes away for long.

And so, as I lay in bed, closing my eyes as another day passes, I tell myself the same wish that has been swimming in my head for years.

I wish I weren’t a colt.

This is a story I have been wanting to write for a long time, and although it has taken awhile to get started on it due to procrastination, I hope you enjoy what is already here, along with what is to come. Criticism is always appreciated so I can keep it in mind for future chapters, and I would also like to thank Onions on twitter for giving me the inspiration to write this because of their Trans Silver Spoon art, which is used for the cover.

This story is a sequel to Acolyte of the Spiral — Angel’s Tale. Part I: Sisters of Chaos

STORY TRANSLATED USING CHAT GPT AI

Acolyte of the Spiral — Angel’s Tale. Part II: The Call of the Former Mistress

I returned after half a year. Not for an order — for an echo. A faint whisper in dreams: Screwball is alive, asking for help and… not lying. Amber Lake answered first; I came second, but with a different intent. We found her in the valley, wounded after a clash with a wizard of Harmony. We led her to a small cottage in the woods — not a fortress, just a shelter.

Screwball wanted to build anew, gentler: without coercion, without masks worn all the time, with the rule of “not-looking” if someone asked for space. I watched Jelly and Meluś waver between memory and laughter. Jelly dared first: she gave a child a dream — comfort without illusion, holding the mask at her heart instead of on her muzzle. Meluś guarded the boundaries and taught Screwball to be silent when needed. Pearl — my student — stood beside me, faithful and steady in step; a bridge between the old ritual and a new, softer community.

The cottage grew into a small Gallery: a mirror of memory instead of a whirl, a black apple of forgetfulness that Jelly did not bite, a protective circle raised without orders. In the valley we did something we had never done awake — a festival: mimicry as play, not camouflage. Children laughed with our laughter, but for their own reasons.

And yet, power does not rust. When a boy asked Screwball to “be a mother,” I saw the flash of her old precision: mist, touch, voice, mask… and that plum-colored gleam in the child’s eyes. She stopped in time — for the first time. I know what it means for Jelly and Meluś: they remember how warmth can be a trap. I remember differently: it was that very precision that saved me when I was ready to disappear.

We made a new rule: here everything is chosen. Plum eyes — the sign of sisterhood — can be taken voluntarily and only “for the time of being together.” The spiral dance we dance only if we want to; the house and valley are no longer a mirror without exit. Screwball is learning not to lead, Amber is learning to trust, Jelly is learning to be present, Meluś — to say “no,” and I… I test whether this gentleness can bear the weight of the world.

For I see something else: her power is whole again. In this valley they do not need a mistress — they need space. Elsewhere it may be different. And if somewhere a desire is born to dream without wounds, I will find that path. Not to betray — but to protect what must not be touched here.

At the edge of the orchard the scent of plums lingers. I hear their laughter and mine — doubled. One I leave in this valley. The other I take with me.

When strange, unmarked, portals begin to appear between Equestria and the human world, the Main 7 set out to uncover the truth. But for Sunset Shimmer, each discovery draws her closer to uncomfortable truths she may not be ready to face.

This story will feature sciset as an already stablished relationship, and will mainly follow Sunset as she struggles with guilt over the magic that she brought to the human world. Hope you like it!

Kenzo Takemura is a dedicated soul reaper. Perhaps too dedicated. While his mission profile is impressive, his friends, his squad mates and even his own captain are concerned with his growing asociality. When Captain-Commander Yamamoto receives an urgent request for help from across the Web of Worlds, Kenzo is dispatched to the magical land of Equestria to deal with this threat. But is he really there to only fight hollows? How will he react when he finds out he has to protect colorful talking ponies? 

This is a My Little Pony/Bleach crossover and my contribution to the HiE genre. I'll do my best to adhere to Bleach's lore but I'll also be writing this in a way where it'll be simple to follow for those who are unfamiliar with Bleach. 

An injured Rainbow Dash awakens in what remains of an overtaken Equestria. With no memory of how this came to be, the pegasus embarks on a journey to find answers and her friends.