The Ninth Whooves meets Derpy in an accident at carousel boutique in this latest instalment, as we are introduced to this barmy Time Colt. It'll be fantastic, that can be assured!

Loosely based around the events of series one of Doctor Who, but with slightly different plotlines. Takes place during season one of Friendship Is Magic.

A passionate geologist talks about rocks with her best friend. There is no form of innuendo or ulterior motive at all.

Rarity learns something new about herself. How will Rarity deal with what she learns and what will happen is her friend find out her secret?

Warning contains the following fetishes mud, wetting, and scat

Edited by The Dark Wolf

Pre-read by ST4RSK1MM3R and HPBudgecraft.

Edited by James Fire.

Very heavily inspired by Far Cry 5.

Welcome to Happy Town. A place where there's no sadness or anger. Only smiles and sunshine. It's paradise.

For Twilight Sparkle and Spike however, it's more than it let's on.

Summoned by the cutie map, Twilight must discover the truth behind the town she's now forced to call home—and who the supposed prophet known as Happy Townscolt really is.

Twilight and sunset both have crushes on each other but they don't know it.Sunset ask twilight to go stargazing.They both will have a great night.

With Luna's return from the moon to Equestria, it should've been a happy night for Celestia to rest easy. But it's not. What's keeping her awake?

The Tempest Shadow you have come to know never tried to conquer Equestria. She never joined the Storm King's army, or is even known as Tempest Shadow. In fact, she never even left her homeland to start with.

No, Fizzlepop Berrytwist, in this Equestria, survives alone, as she vowed in her younger years, but as a wandering hunter, killing who she must and gathering what she must to survive, although she is no raider... she experiences no pleasure from the lives she ends, and only does so in times of necessity. She travels by day, living off what little the land gives her and making her home wherever she is at the moment come night.

And in-between living today and living tomorrow are the Wretched Hive, the ghoulified remnants of the changeling species and a threat far more dangerous than any band of raiders; if anything, they're the one thing keeping the likes of them in check.

Fizzlepop may not know it, but her actions may very well save what remains of a dying world... and the Wretched Hive are going to be part of it.

This story takes place twenty-five years before the events of Fallout: Equestria. This story is not canon to it, however.

Part of my Fallout: Equestria Trilogy

Quillian B. Inkheart was at rock bottom. The love of his life was gone. His inspiration – his muse – was dead. He couldn't write like this. His friends, unable to stand his constant negativity and reclusive behavior, left him behind. That was the plan, after all. None of them understood what his heart told him. None of them could see. In fact, he didn't want them to see. After all, he didn't want them trying to stop him.

The taste of cold steel is bitter. The whispers of it's beckoning call are alluring. The soft feeling of completion in the darkness' embrace. The slow squeeze. The silence. Though he'd tasted it once before, he'd never embraced that silence. Now, he'd find it once more. This time, he wasn't certain he'd be able to resist the gentle whisper of the steel.

One day, years ago, a yellow Pegasus was offered a treat. Little did she or anyone else know, that it would be the end of Ponykind

Incredible art work done by Little Tigress. Go and give yer love for her amazingness.

Wallflower Blush's Birthday is today, and she has nobody to celebrate it with. She's used to everyone completely forgetting about it really, so who cares if nobody's there to celebrate it. Then why does she feel so miserable, and what is Sunset doing here?