Short mushy little one-shot for Fluttershy day! A bit longer than my previous stories but that's good! I had fun writing it. Enjoy.

Sunset Shimmer's life was good, she had plenty of friends and greatly enjoyed where she had eventually ended up in life. It's a shame then that reality had a different opinion on where she belonged. Now stuck in the past prior to first leaving for the human world, Sunset will have to figure out what kind of direction she wants to take in life this time around.

After all, the future she herself lived with her friends was not reachable without doing things that she now found appalling. Even so, she knows that staying in Equestria could very well doom the world to a much darker future. If she had time to draft a plan she could probably figure out something that would keep herself out of the way while also not affecting the timeline, it's a shame then that the two princesses of Canterlot would just not leave her alone!

Apparently this thing got feature mere days after publishing... somehow.

Celestia watched the sunset.

This story is a sequel to Father

Retirement affects creatures differently, and for the former Alicorn Princess of the Night it's terrible.

The boredom is never fleeting, and follows her around like a lost pet. Work is even more boring, and she thanked the stars to she was able to keep watching the dreams of her former subjects; still this leaves most of her days empty, and unfilled. This all changes when a conversation with Celestia reveals the foals she teaches are constructing a map of their lineage. Inspired to do something similar, Luna decides she'll partake in this as well.

Her progress grinds to a halt when its discovered she has a lost brother she never knew of, and even her older siblings refuse to speak of him except in whispers. Strangely enough, her own mother refuses to acknowledge this fact leaving the alicorn to wonder who he was, and where he is.

Spike heads out to ask Rarity to go to the carnival with him as good friends. As usual, things don't go they way he hoped. And not in a bad way.

Sometimes things can turn into something better, for reasons only another knows.

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Warning: The following story you are about to read is currently unedited.

In 835, Princess Celestia made history by having her picture be taken by the newly made invention called the daguerreotype camera. However, a week before, she found herself engaged in a conversation with three art critics who worried that this invention might summon the death of painting as they knew it.

Viewers would like to know that all the following criticism in this story is based on actual historical beliefs of how photography was seen in the 19th century. Any similarities to the new genre of AI art is purely coincidental.

This story is a sequel to The Stereotypical Necromancer

The moon is still there, yet She is gone.

The sun hangs high in the sky; charred bodies lay piled beneath it.

Whispers cling to my hooves, pleading that I may yet somehow save us all.

But I am no hero. I am no great spellcaster that may move Equus to smother the Sun.

I am only a coward, and all I have is all that I know.

Maybe that is a kind of salvation.

Hiya! It's me! That... er... you know, that guy who... I think he wrote about ponies or something?

Anyways, today's the three-year anniversary of The Stereotypical Necromancer—everybody party—but to be honest, I didn't prepare anything in advance for this year. Suffice to say, I've been having a pretty bad series of days as of late.

So I took a look through my big folder of writing stuff for anything I could half-heartedly throw into the internetspace to celebrate, and my focus happened to land on an in-universe book I wrote for the future!

Problem is, this book spoils a lot of really cool plot details I intended on introducing way later on. What you're currently looking at is a small portion of the book that I went through and cherry-picked for neat stuff that wouldn't completely blow out any sense of narrative tension from the main story.

There's still some very intriguing things to be found within these short few pages, though. It's a day of celebration, after all!

A'course, if you don't want to spoil anything about Dark Magic, then you can feel free to ignore this for the time being. Sometime probably very far into the future, I'm going to make this book in its entirety available to the public. When that happens, it'll lose the Anniversary suffix, and the missing chapters in-between will be slotted in. I'll also probably erase this whole AN—or maybe I'll just shift it down and mark it as old.

Either way and regardless of anything I just said, happy birthday TSN!

also, fimfiction absolutely hates the cover art for whatever reason, so here is the high quality version

I have to go lie down now TvT

This story is a sequel to The Five Second War

The five-second war is over, as have four weeks of careful deliberation and discussion. All that is left is for Equestria's elected officials to weigh in on their changeling problem. That shouldn't be hard, right?

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A few years after the end of the series.

Everyone still meets with each other, just less often as their lives continue.
Spike works more often with Rarity these days.
But one day before one of Pinkie's Parties, the two go out on some errands.
However, destiny brings the two together it seems.

A SFW good ol' Sparity fluff story.

Editors: Mr Stargazer
Racko

Note: Story was written prior to Twilight Sparkle Alicorn and thus this story exists if that event had not happened.

This story is a sequel to The Great Retreat

After the retreat back to the border months prior, Trimmel spent months meticulously creating his plan for a second invasion of Equestria. With the approval of Queen Chrysalis, the Changelings once against advance into Equestria.

The Heer will not fail this time, this time, they will be victorious; this time, they will break the ponies.