*jumps on the G5 bandwagon*

You heard it from Izzy. Tennis balls are the new magic limiters. Neigh, they are the new magic limiter. Put a tennis ball on your horn, and no magic for you. Take it off, and... well, you'll see what happens when folks get pummeled by death lasers.

why do i do this to myself

Rated T for innuendos regarding Flim and Flam, because of course they're in this story.

downvote if y'all want. my brain cells are toast.

dangit yall did the opposite and got this dumpster fire featured instead lol

Civil wars rage across the continent as the armies of Nightmare Moon and Queen Chrysalis seek to dominate the planet. Amidst the chaos, the two rulers take a moment to accomplish some needed... 'diplomacy'.

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Happy Valentine's day!

Aria is a twitch streamer, and yet has never played minecraft. Sonata tries to teach Aria how to play minecraft.

Feather Bangs feels a bit down considering that tomorrow will be Hearts and Hooves Day where most happy couples would spend time with each other. That all changed when Zecora offers Feather a special bar of soap that will make him more attractive to mares. Little did Feather know, he will get more than what he had bargained for.

This idea was given to me by superfun.

Fluttershy tries to help cure Zecora's swamp fever by getting honey from flash bees, but she falls unconscious. This is the story about what happened in the intervening days, when Twilight and Cattail tried to find the cure without Fluttershy's help.

All mares have needs. Even if they’re totally uncool and undeniably lame. Rainbow Dash is the one exception to the rule. After a month away from her marefriend, she wasn’t even the tiniest bit lonely. And she definitely didn’t need - or want - a hug. Hugs were lame, and she was Rainbow Danger Dash. Hugging would only slow her down.

Silverwings, the young piano-playing, stunt-flying alicorn, can't seem to face the day. She's on her second cup of coffee, and she's thinking of reaching for the bottle that's in front of her on the table. She may have partied a little too hard last night. Not ideal for a mare with anxiety.

This is a story all about how a guy got drunk, fell under a horse statue and then turned into a unicorn because he was fed up with the tribalism and hypocrisy the majority of the human race was guilty of.

Unfortunately for him, Equestrian society wasn’t that much of an improvement. So he did the most rational thing and became an evil overlord. A competent evil overlord, I should add.

This is a story of a group of friends, brought together in ways that none of them expected and how they saw much of the history that happened when they were around.
NONE of this is cannon, of course, but more of a different point of view from those that were there and feel like how the historians got it WRONG.

The tags are labeled as such for future chapters.

This is a story of me (read "my OC"), made up by me, written by me and I best hope: read by you.
It tells the story of the every-mane, wandering the lands of equestria without end goal, just to see what he finds along the way.
Also to make a silly parody of a "self-insert" story, so expect some puns.
[Warning]: it's kinda silly, actually.