Rarity asked Derpy, the klutziest mare in Ponyville, to deliver an important letter outside of work hours. Desperate to please, Derpy sets out into the inhospitable world, but perhaps her motivations are misguided. A short tale of a troubled mailmare's daily life.

Electric Harmony was a free spirit, wild in the truest sense of the word. She lives on her own in the Everfree forest, a wanderer. This relatively nomadic pony lacks friends but she enjoys the solitude. Until one day, a force causes everypony to be unable to enter or leave the forest. This force was trapping Electric Harmony inside, leaving only one question. Who or what is causing the entrapment of the forest?

Secret Hollow is a school with a long and storied history, producing the some of the greatest mages known to ponykind. However, it is a secret. What its students study is shunned by the world, emotive magic, called dark, by some. That secret is now revealed. An alicorn princess was found in the crystal caves the school calls its home. The greatest crisis in the school's history falls on the shoulders of its current headmaster, Umbrum Silver Scales. The fate of the school is cloaked and shadowed, one stallion must guide it towards the better fate, and Luna help him that he succeeds.

This is my first fic, so I appreciate any comments that help me improve, thank you in advance!

Hello. I used to be the frontman of a small emerging band called ‘Northern Chalet.’ I also used to be a number cruncher in this generic tech firm. Nowadays, however, I’m busying myself with figuring out why in the blazing layers of hell I’ve been transposed into the body of a small equine creature. Because these things happen, apparently.

I thought to be alone suffering from this predicament, but I soon found out that five other blokes – humans just like yours truly – had also been pooled into this insane experiment. And so, I found myself buddied with a timid 9 year old with trust issues, an electrical engineer careerist erring on workaholism, a family man from the outback who does nothing but yap about his eighteen-wheeler, an alcoholic with a severe case of pyrophobia, and a French chain-smoking teen living in poverty. Not that I have issues of my own, nope. I’m a perfectly balanced individual, see.

Crazy that in a world populated with ponies, the people I have the most trouble coping with are none other than my fellow misguided humans. Frustrating little things, the lot of them. Because boy, do we not get along. And yet, the ponies we’re possessing, well, they used to be the bestest of friends. So how come they made it work but we can’t?

A trio of ponies are faced with a horrifying task... cleaning out the fridge.

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This story is a sequel to They're... ON HOLIDAY?

Ayyyy, featured despite the sequel curse on 16.10.2023! Can we keep the last spot in the box? What's in the box? Why is the box?
EDIT: Added a character cheat sheet on the bottom.

Updates: Weekly-ish

Six years have passed since the Canterlot invasion. While the relationship between the Changeling Hive and Equestria is warmer than ever, the relationship between the deadly tunnels under the Badlands and the small, mostly defenseless changeling drones who live there isn't.
However, thanks to the knowledge granted in the recent years by a mysterious "smart box", and the guidance of drone veterans who survived under the "old rules", the post-Canterlot "new rules", and the terrifying "shippy time", fewer and fewer drones perish daily while mining materials for the hive's day to day operations.
Fewer, though, still means far from zero, and there are those among the drones who are doing all they can to finally transform the underground from fatal threat to something the drones deserve - not just a place to hide, but a true home. With copious amounts of goop, unstoppable curiosity, copyrighted board game, and a blessing from High Score, there's no way they'll fail, or at least not for long.
Drones know that everything is a trade and life is just a price. Unfortunately, sometimes there are near-invisible asterisks.

--High Ranks--
Chrysalis - no need to explain.
99 - a classless changeling. You figure out her rank on your own.
156 - current highest rank infiltrator. She and 387 might be an item.
387 - current highest rank warrior. There's nothing special about him.
2119, 3012 - unlucky top floor guards
--Drones--
10000/10k - drone leader
20100 - a drone supposedly out on a mission for the hive. Painter, the worst nightmare of casinos
57999 - the closest Ds have to a doctor, grows plants in a greenhouse
65536 - a drone living in Canterlot, a Nightguard. Sort of Luna's adopted kid.
99380 - hive mind manipulation specialist, that might be a curse.
99111 - mechanist, tinkerer. Engineer would be too... successful.
99856 - alchemist
99200 - explorer/survivalist
99012, 99066, 99971 - quicktrotters
99911, 99158, 99112 - drone crisis response team
99999 - a drone.
Smiley - a Silent who surived long enough to gain some mental capacity. Can't talk.
--Other--
Gloom, Night Hunter - Canterlot Nightguards

Garble is called to Griffonstone help Gabby with delivery the mail. There seems to be more letters and packages to deliver but for some reason there are few mail creatures.

While visiting the Crystal Empire with his good friends Twilight and Spike, Anon accidentally makes quite the impression on Princess Flurry Heart, the young child of Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor. However, the foal still has yet to figure out her alicorn magic, and one unfortunate spell later, she and Anon find themselves lost in the wilderness. Now, with nothing but the clothes on his back, Anon will have to brave the unknown to get Flurry Heart back to her home.

If only he was good with kids.

Alan is your average nerd young adult, with aspiring dreams of cleaning up trash from the side of the road...

And then he was abducted by an alien and crash landed on a planet of magical talking ponies.

If probing wasn't bad enough magic has it out for him leading to more and more trouble.

Sex tag for references to the act and not explicit sex

Cover art made by me.

This story is a sequel to Can You See What I See?

It's only living the dream when it's your dream.

This shares continuity with Chromatic Aberration, Can You See What I See?, and Crowds & Constellations, but those are NOT required reading to understand what's going on in this story.

Dedicated to my lovely wife whom this was written for and about

Preread by both my wife and Nudistsquid.
Cover used with permission by TCN_tancha