The Artiztrotzian border is well known for being difficult. People have called it glacial, asinine, and draconian, but to me it’s my job. I inspect paperwork, verify documents, and keep records of all visitors. The line is long and the process is slow, as we're understaffed and I only get paid if I don’t mess up.

For the longest time, my only interaction with ponies was to watch their ears droop and faces fall as I pointed them back out the exit. We don’t accept livestock, or didn’t. Today I got new orders, and suddenly everyone crossing the border must bring a pony or be turned away.

The sudden flip is perplexing, but it's not my job to question orders, only to follow them.

Welcome to Artiztrotzia, and show me your pony, please.

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Loosely based on Papers, Please.

Twilight has no idea why she’s in outer space. She would very much rather not be there. In fact, it would be swell if somepony, anypony, would heeelp!

Good thing Pinkie Pie’s on the job. Wait. Pinkie Pie? She’s doomed, isn’t she?

Rainbow Dash really messed up. She promised Scootaloo one epic stunt show for her birthday, but can't exactly do it herself while limping and covered in bandages. Good thing Fluttershy is available. Too bad Fluttershy has no idea what she's doing.

Nopony knows why it happens. It's senseless, horrible, and cruel. Upon growing up, a few unlucky ponies develop animal features, like antlers, whiskers, scales, or even beaks. These hybrids, these fuzzies as they are known, are shunned like freaks and treated like beasts. The world would be better off without them, according to everypony else.

For the most part, Twilight would like to pretend that these sub-equines don't exist, but she can't ignore it when Fluttershy falls victim to the curse. This seismic event threatens to tear them apart. She feels like she has no choice but to sever ties and abandon her friend. Ponies have very good reasons for hating fuzzies, and Twilight knows those reasons by heart. It's the right thing to do... isn't it?

Regardless of what she thinks, there's no room for fuzzies in a civilized world, and that's not about to change any time soon. Only a fool would think otherwise.

Can a shark loose in Ponyville ruin the Cutie Mark Crusader's absolutely-no-eating-us party? Yes. Yes, it can.

Mars wants Fluttershy to be her moon.

Written for the F*** THIS PROMPT #15.

Beneath his black, chitinous exterior, cold blue eyes, and fang-toothed grin, Thorax holds a dark secret. He knows better than anyone that the best way to hide a changeling is with another changeling, but that's pointless, right? He's already a changeling.

Five hundred years. One hundred and eighty-two thousand, six hundred and twenty days. Almost as many cutie marks.

Life certainly knows how to dull any sort of excitement into dust, especially when it grinds on forever and ever. Just ask the Cutie Mark Crusaders. They know exactly what that's like.

Written for F*** THIS PROMPT #13

After Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash announce their engagement, Twilight's parents have a chat behind closed doors.

I might be a clone, but I'm still Pinkie Pie. I am. I look like her. I sound like her. I get that same feeling of existential dread when another Pinkie Pie walks in on my life.

Okay, so maybe that last part's just me.