This story is a sequel to Draconequus Ex Mortis

One year has passed since the day when the Elements of Harmony took the perhaps-slightly-shocking route of killing Discord. Thanks to their quick thinking with body disposal, Twilight and her friends are all but home free - that is, up until Celestia presents them with their counterfeit Discord statue, asking them to change him back to normal.

In the midst of Ponyville being plunged into chaos, Twilight and her friends finally manage to use the Elements of Harmony for the first time, and in doing so successfully stop Discord from wreaking further havoc on the land they hold dear. Problem is, the way the elements do this isn't quite what they had in mind. At all.

All Lyra Heartstrings wanted to do was take a shower, and yet she couldn't even have that. After her shampoo causes her to develop some strange symptoms, she's forced to consult Twilight for help - but will she manage to do so without bashing her face in with a pickaxe?

Written because I'm stupid enough to listen to JackRipper's ideas.
Co-written with BootyPopperzZz. As in, we literally alternated sentences for the most part. For some reason. If there's anything in this story that sucks, it's his fault.

For centuries, the human and Equestrian kingdoms have been on perfectly positive terms - there hasn't been a single source of conflict that could possibly jeopardize their relations.

That is, until now. Obsessed with finding a way to harness the magic so inherent to the Equestrians' lives, a reckless scientist by the name of George Trestale conducts some poorly-thought-out experiments that end up landing him in hot water. Exiled from his own kingdom and stuck with powers that don't work properly, he's forced to travel Equestria and find someplace he can settle down. However, when his hard-to-control magic starts giving the impression that he's trying to terrorize the place, that proves to be easier said than done.

This is a different take on the main premise of my rather mediocre first story, George Trestale, God of... Something. (Seriously, don't bother. It's not good.) These stories share no continuity with each other, so there's no required reading beforehand.

This story takes place during Season 5 of the show.

Out of everypony in Equestria, few have a life as mundane as Guy Pony, a window-washing earth pony with no dreams or aspirations whatsoever. Among his job, his friends, and his life alone, Guy's only area of notable interest lies with the adventures of Twilight Sparkle and her five friends.

Inspired by their heroics in saving Equestria time and time again, Guy eventually decides to take a break from his mundane life and have some fun for once. What better way to do that than by introducing himself as a villain and antagonizing Twilight and Co. to no end?

Turns out, there are a lot of better ways than that, especially when he has little to no knowledge of what being a villain actually entails. But, well, that's what he's going with.

In a world where ponies and humans coexist in what can hardly be classified as harmony, Canterlot's daily regime is interrupted when one of these controversial creatures falls out of the sky and, to his surprise, doesn't die. This man seems to be the same as the rest, and calls himself "George Trestale". However, through a complete accident, George discovers he's developed magical abilities far beyond anything he could imagine. Unfortunately for him, almost none of them work correctly, and on top of that, he has no idea who he is or where he came from.

Thinking himself to be a god, and wanted by Celestia on the sole pretense of being human, our main character is tasked with running from the authorities, finding out what sort of power he's supposed to have, and most importantly, discovering who on earth he even is. Such begins the story of George Trestale, the unluckiest "god" in Equestria.

Rated Teen for some violence and language.

~ Edit From the Future! ~
This was my first remotely successful story, and as a result it's not exactly all that good, nor is it representative of my current writing ability. You can of course read it if you want, just expect things to be somewhat sloppily executed.