Stories about monsters disguised as treasure chests were thought to be no more than legends.

But when Sunburst finds the last one in existence, the Changelings come to the Crystal Empire with a demand: kill it and send the species to extinction.

This story is based on a suggestion by LordMentat!

Hearth's Warming traditions are often the same for ponies and creatures as they are every year, but this year Tempest gets to experience something new and different. And she learns that changelings are used to new and different.

Cover art by Raystarkitty

This was written for Melody Song as a part of Jinglemas 2020! For more information about Jinglemas, checkout our group!

Dramatic reading by Melody Song themselves can be found here!

When Chrysalis, former queen of the changelings, is finally found, it seems something strange has happened to her. The once proud and noble queen now has cats. A lot of cats.

(An idea based off of a brief conversation with YuGiOh Brony in the comments of A Changeling at the Breakfast Table. However, the two stories are in no way connected. So while I might encourage others to read it as a way to shamelessly plug myself, there is no need to in order to enjoy this story.)

(Now with a dramatic reading: here)

(This story takes place after Season 8 of Friendship is Magic)
Fizzlepop Berrytwist, Ember and Pharynx had all been used to using their strength and combat prowess to solve all of their problems, and have begun meeting up with each other on regular occasions to share their experiences. But with the influence of their friends and loved ones, they begin to reflect on what true inner strength really is, how they have influenced each other and what it is that they're really fighting for.

Odd Wonder is a young stallion with an interest in things most ponies would find weird or would avoid.

One of his interests leads him to visit the Changeling Hive to seek an audience with King Thorax. Upon hearing what Odd wants, Thorax directs him to Pharynx for assistance. Only problem is Pharynx doesn't like entertaining guests.

Following the hive's metamorphosis, the desolate region once charted as 'the Badlands' on Equestrian maps has begun to flourish. Deserts now sprout with newfound life, and wastes of sun-baked rock crumble in the wake of sprouting vegetation.

But with all progress comes growing pains. Such a sudden abundance of life cannot flourish without water, and an awful lot of it, at that. For bug ponies with fragile gossamer wings, things couldn't be more inconvenient.

Caught in an acclimating climate, the changelings now face a series of torrential downpours that limit both their flight and activities. Luckily for them, their new leader is an expert at finding the coziest solution to every situation.

* Calor is (C) to me!
* Part of the Love Bug Continuity!
* Cover art by the multi-talented Racingwolf!
* A re-imagining of The Patter of Rain, which takes place between seasons six & seven.

A pair of brothers have dinner on Hearthswarming Eve.

Christmas present for Grand Choir

Cover art: https://derpibooru.org/images/1961786?sort[]=398&sort[]=1961786&sd=desc&sf=score&q=king+thorax (resized slightly)

This story is a sequel to Hey, Grumpy. Catch Me.

Waking up in Sweetie Drops' house after a party, Pharynx sobers up in the shower.

Note: I refer to 'Bon-Bon' as 'Sweetie Drops' in this story because it felt right. Instead of 'Bon-Bon', the pony who works in Sweetie Drops Candies selling candies, she's 'Sweetie Drops', the special agent who works for the "super-secret anti-monster agency" as she refers it in Slice of Life and the pony Pharynx considers a friend.

Cover art by some guy called FanaticPanda on DeviantArt.

Thorax was a weakness, always have been.

Pharynx didn’t mind it.

The days of fear, torture and fierce opposition is over in the changeling hives. There is no longer the need for an elite, combat-ready military ready to eviscerate, pillage and destroy whatever they are ordered to kill. There is no longer a hive, only a hollow shell of pony lights, pony love, pony customs and the fading of changeling tradition. As each day passes, the old 'Chrysalis' ways are replaced by perverted versions of 'Celestia' and her subordinates' disgusting aesthetic.

Pharynx didn't think he'd be alone in his thinking. He didn't think he'd be the only one who stood defiant, fierce and intimidating to those around him. He didn't think that they wouldn't understand. They had to understand. They were his own kin! They turn their backs to him, ignorant to the years they've all spent as warriors and guards, in exchange for a life of comfort and ignorance.

He didn't think the entire hive would betray him. He didn't think the outcasting would be so unabashedly obvious. Is this what Thorax felt when he left the hive? Was this fate's sick karma of tormenting him until the day he dies?

You abandoned your brother. Now, they all abandon you.

This was no longer home.

Created as a pick-me-back-into-writing-again-write-as-I-go-kind-of-like-this challenge for myself. Can't say I am completely satisfied with how I conveyed the story, but it did get me inspired again.

Source Image: https://www.deviantart.com/inuhoshi-to-darkpen/art/No-Need-for-a-Soldier-702973099