Starlight be long. But WHY?

I figured, why are we limiting the meme to just artwork? This is probably the stupidest thing I've ever written, honestly. Coverart by Searchlight Mid. The meme originates from LBRCloud. I was introduced to the madness by Round Trip's video. Maniacs, all of them.

The dread Coronavirus has emerged in Equestria. Meanwhile, Corona Sheen’s life has been rather miserable of late.

Disclaimer: This story is a comedy. Ms. Sheen’s life is not yours. Don’t take it too seriously. However, the real Coronavirus is a serious matter. Please follow the instructions of your leaders and healthcare professionals. And when in doubt, statistics don’t lie.

The bodies of ponies haven't improved much in the last thousand years. Change of that sort takes time. But what if it didn't have to? Is it best to keep things as they are? Or, given the means, should Twilight choose to accelerate their evolution?

Written for GMBlackjack's Depth in Innocence contest. Contemplativeness is an emotion, right? Here's hoping this punches people's brains real good.

Oh, and I wasn't sure what genre a framed philosophical debate fell under, so I just didn't list any.

Ponies desire many things. Freedom. Happiness. Money. Fame. Love. Or all of the above. Usually they find something to be satisfied with, through hard work or a bit of serendipity. But a few find that destiny has a sense of humor. And not the good kind.

For those who have nothing and seek everything, well, that's when destiny breaks out the biggest jokes. Zephyr Breeze, meanwhile, has zero clue about any of this. That is, you'd best be careful what you wish for... because you just might get it.

Implemented very minor edits 2/3/20

Unsettled by the events involving Cozy Glow, Chancellor Neighsay finds his finely honed blade of critique pointed at a new target: himself.

An entry for FoME's second Imposing Sovereigns contest under the Abdication prompt, now with added Noble subtype!

You are a filthy degenerate. Suddenly, you are also inexplicably a tiny female horse. You then begin to argue with yourself.

WARNING: This fic contains an unhealthy quantity of second person narration.

Apparently, she possesses the auspicious accolade of having the most lewds of any fictional character. For once, Twilight was not pleased to learn something.

Now with a video reading!

Sangria just wants to die. Ripcord is an unapologetic serial killer. You’d think they were made for eachother, but as it turns out, neither of them can get what they want.

Inspired by the recent episode Uprooted. Don't ask me how. Also, in case you somehow missed the tags, reader discretion is advised, but this story does get funny, trust me.

This story is a sequel to Name Rater

Name Rater used to be an old hermit living in the middle of nowhere, busy being totally miserable. Then the CMC happened, and he wound up as a handsome prince leading a reasonably happy life in Ponyville. Obviously, there were multiple intervening steps. Still, in the shenanigans capital of Equestria, he found that many days were far too hectic for his liking, regardless of anything he could do about it. Naturally, he's gotten plenty of practice expecting the unexpected, even in the most sacred of seasons. But Aurora, Bori, and Alice showing up? Only they could have predicted that.

Sugarcoat is extremely annoyed. After years of hard work at a pair of tough schools, she's more than ready to use what she's learned to make a difference in the world and claim her independence. But, rather than an opportunity to ply her trade, she has instead been met with naught but rejection after rejection. At this point, finding bigfoot would be an easier task than finding gainful employment. Now, she just wants to vent, and by god, vent she shall.

Inspired by true events.