I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.

Many years after our favorite heroes' events, Equestria is raided by a surprise Changeling attack, this one much more organised and violent than the previous one. The Changelings are fought back and killed, right down to the last... But all that is left of Canterlot is a broken city that although it can be rebuilt, will never be the same. In honor of Princess Twilight, who died in battle, the two royal sisters decide to keep the moon up in the sky during the daytime, creating a cycle known as the Long Day.

30 years later, the rebuilt world of Equestria is mending. In a troubled but fairly functional and vastly evolved Canterlot, five young ponies who just want to have a bit of harmless fun are in for an evening that they will always remember...

Thanks to cmaggot for letting me use his stunning picture as a cover art, and to Conicer for his amazing editing work!

Thanks to Dr Bob for proofreading and editing!

Contains swearing, and the use of Celestia's name in vain.

There are guns, and ammo. No wings above the treeline. No teleportation. Other than that, it's no rules, no limits. Last pony standing gets to enter the throne room. Last pony standing gets the prize.

These are the rules that every subject in Equestria learns as Princess Celestia decides to host an all-out, all-Equestrian paintball brawl in the Everfree Forest. Everypony makes their own plans and soon enough, factions create in the race for the promise of “whatever their heart desires”.

For some, it’s just a game of friendly competition. For others, the stakes are much higher, and in the Everfree Forest where everything and anything goes, it isn’t long before a series of strange events makes our six heroes wonder if they’re playing paintball... or if there’s something much bigger at play here.

Friendship. Power. Trust. Glory. All these elements and much more clash together in Ponyville Paintball, starring Jodie Foster as Applejack.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

In this fic you will find that a few things don't exactly make sense when compared to the canon universe of mlp. This is because this story was stared way back in 2012, and a few things that might have made sense when written at the time are now canon-contradictory because of advancements in the FiM series' story arcs. For example, Twilight does not use her wings in this fic, because she became an alicorn long after this story actually began curse you MA Larson. If you're sensitive to this sort of thing, please bear with it. I should also stress that such details are few in this story.

To the next person who says this story is like the hunger games, I will come to your house and stab you in the eye with a spork. seeing as how I've run out of sporks due to the insolence of your comrades, I will funnel elephant shit in your ear through a vuvuzela, wearing a Pinkie Pie mask while Winter Wrap-Up plays in the back at full volume.

Edited by DeathRiseRobo for chapters 1 to 6, Brony_Fife for chapter 7, and Dr Bob for chapters 8 to 10. Big thanks to them!

Artwork belongs to vombavr on DeviantArt. I used it without his permission, and this I recognize. On his/her own request only will I remove it.

Enjoy!

Sit your flanks down, children. It's time for a story. This is the story of when Princess Luna found a book in her room after the fall of King Sombra. It was a silly book. A very silly book indeed.

A/N:

This is... I don't even know what it is. It's just a story I wrote that was prompted to me by DeathRiseRobo. I don't really take it that seriously, as you can tell. Hope you can dig it anyway!

For prosecutor Tanya Scintillate, the path of the law is the safest one to take. Like a breeze, it always carries her to victory. Prestige, wealth, brains... Tanya's got it all.

And then there's Ned Dracone. An old teacher, he's accused of being the one that lit the match that caused Cloudsdale High School to burn to the ground. No big deal for Tanya; the old creep looks like he's prone to stress and pressure anyway, what with his grey skin and other weird traits. He just wanted to vent some anger. An easy win for the prosecution, with no hidden circumstances to the case that could compromise her victory.

Right?

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Written as a contest entry for Prompt 4 on the Author Support group. I await the jury's verdict on this one.

Something I want to point out: this is an Alternate Universe story. The characters are, for the most part, humanized versions of some characters from the show. I will admit that they might be OOC, but I think they should be seen more as a new take on them almost to the point of being OCs than just a human reproduction of the original characters.

I absolutely cannot guarantee the technical accuracy of the events in this fiction, in terms of legal procedures during a trial. In other words if some of you read this with in-depth knowledge of such procedures, and think "Wait, that's not how a trial goes" or something like that, please keep in mind I have no such knowledge. In fact, if you have such a comment, please share it with me. Naturally I have written this fic according to correct trial protocol, but when it comes to that I'm hardly any more educated than what I see on TV in Law & Order.

Picture is sort of unrelated, but it's what I physically based Ned Dracone on. It's not my art either (couldn't find the author)

Faraway lands bathed in peace.
A human wishing for an escape.

This is their meeting. The moment of reflection. Of thinking back, and thinking forward. Of choice.

What awaits beyond, when you leave all you can imagine behind?

After Pinkie Pie is found at a gruesome crime scene in downtown New York, police apprehend the suspect and ask one of their top agents and psychological profiler, Twilight Sparkle, to carry out the interrogation of the cold-hearted mare that calls herself Diane. As their little chat draws on, will Twilight be able to keep it together in front of this killer, and will she be able to bring back her pink fluffy friend from the depths of her own broken mind?

Short story that will reach 3 or 4 chapters. This story does not contain actual gore but will contain mild description. If you are sensitive to blood and guts and the idea of a serial killer Pinkie, you are warned. I think the idea of a serial killer Pinkie is quite strange actually, but it makes for a good psychological thriller. Psychology is fun :3

Also, artwork is NOT mine. It belongs to Originalham on DeviantArt. I did not ask permission to use this artwork, which I just found on google, I used it because it was fitting. Upon request from Originalham, I will take it down, move my lazy ass and commission an artwork myself.

Enjoy!

"Keep it together Twilight. Keep. It. Together!"