On the morning of Hearth's Warming Eve, Rarity decided to take Sweetie Belle to Canterlot to select any present she wishes. During the course of trotting around all of the shops, Sweetie Belle just made up her mind on what to get. That is, until she see's a pony with an old, beat-up cup.

One shot. Just felt like writing something.

Tupac and Biggie were two men that would have hardly needed an introduction in the early 90’s. Most famously known for being the frontrunners of a growing feud between the west and east coast hip hop scenes, their rivalry would forever be cemented in history.

Unfortunately these two kings of hip hop became casualties of their own war, but both will be given a second chance. Only one catch comes with the deal and it’s named Equestria. Is this relatively peaceful land ready for these two thugs and what they will bring to the music scene? They say some rivalries are better left dead; however there are some that simply must live on.

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This is a collaboration fic with Sonson-Sensei, give his stories a read!

Warning: Fic contains cursing, hardcore rappers, ponies becoming hardcore themselves, and real rap. (Not that trash you hear on the radio. That ain’t rap, that’s...Ew.)

Many of you have witness the fall of King Sombra, how he was easily defeated by a baby dragon and was destroyed in front of thousands of crystal ponies. No one really knows if he survived, even if his horn able to dissemble and regenerate his entire body. What matters now, is that he is gone, and will never return.

Or, so we think.

Welcome, in this story, we will take a look at a certain pink pony, one who seems to smile at everything there is about the world, and can laugh in the face of danger, warming all of our hearts and filling us with happiness. For her, she seems like she has no worries in the world, and is an all around happy pony.

We will dig deeper into how she thinks, how she acts, what makes her tick, and most of all...

Her fear.

And who knows, maybe there will be more...

(one-shot, will continue if requested, a more darker look into how The King has these strong abilities that he can obviously be able to manipulate, fool, and strike fear into a ponies mind. Might deal with some psychological references. Enjoy.)

(Story inspired by this image: Click for insporational picture!)

[First person/second person] [Ghost]

Theme song:Dead Man's Lullaby-Gordo

Ponyville, is a peaceful yet often random place to live in. The young play outside in the warm weather, while the adults sit around and chat about their daily routine, wondering how the day will pass on, and what to put on the table tonight for dinner. Even the animals are friendly to one another.

Yet, something feels...different about Ponyville, and the adults are not sure why. It feels the same as any other day, getting up, go to work, sleep, and repeat the process.

But for some strange reason, colts and fillies laugh, and not with each other, but with a new friend. Not only do the youngsters like this new friend, the elderly seem to take a liking to this friend as well. It bothers some, but most ignore and let it be.

But sometimes, if you are very quiet, you can hear a voice. A voice filled with sadness and anger. Often times, the voice settles down, and does not speak, but when it does, this voice repeats the same question. Again, and again and again.

"Where Will I Go?"

[One shot, a challenge/idea from my friend Cirrus_Brony, a great editor by the way]

Long ago, in a land very faraway- Know what? Buck it, turn that record on, playa!

*Record starts*

After King Sombra was blasted to pieces like a Necromorph in Dead Space 2, his entire body was vaporized, all but his horn. Luckily for the shadow pony, his red tipped piece of the whole horn landed in the outskirts of the Crystal Empire, right next to a small crystal. He uses the small magic in that crystal to resurrect himself, but is only able to stay as a small, puff of transparent smoke, basically his soul.

Can King Sombra regain his revenge on the ones that destroyed him? Well, no, because Spike isn't here but whatever! Let's get this show on the road!

Hell on earth. Apocalyptic wasteland. Scorched planet.
Detroit, Michigan.

My day, it use to be simple. Wake, dress, school, home, ponies, sleep.
Repeat.

My life, from a different point of view I suppose, was normal. I loved my family. Nothing could separate us.Not even all the hell we went through in our lives. Friends were either real or fake, but it didn't matter. Life as a quiet teen in a highly populated city with no connections with the outside world wasn't all that bad. At least I had the internet and my music to keep me going.
I wouldn't want to change anything. I loved my life, even if my family and I struggled through our every day lives. Yup, life was good.

But this was before the Outbreak.

And before 6 colorful ponies were dropped here on this, walking meat bag, flesh rotting world.

Welcome to hell brothers.

(A/N: Inspired by Zalekai's Dealing With An Infection. Go read it, it's a great story.If you made it through the description, good job. For your reward, I will tell you this.

No shipping. Celebrate, my friends. As for comedy, I'll keep it in, here and there.)