There aren’t McRibs in Equestria, but that won’t stop a pony who wants her McRib fix. If they can’t be had at the Hayburger, it’s not that much of a stretch to commute to Alliance, Nebraska and get one.

Or maybe two, because right now they’re two for six at participating locations.

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Two bodies, intertwined.

That’s my first impression of the murder scene.

Cammy and Scrim are a husband-and-wife team of window washers in New York City. They’re fast and friendly, and best of all they don’t need ladders or fall arrest gear to do their jobs.

There’s plenty of gardening work for ponies on Earth. Rich clients would give an arm and leg for the exclusivity of having their landscaping done by pony.

But that’s not the point, as Wysteria well knows.

There weren’t always ponies, and then there were. Suddenly, they were everywhere. They were in the news, they were on the radio and the television, and they were even shopping at Meijer.

Darknight Moonwing wears no uniform. White button-down shirts look quite official, and stand out in the darkness, whereas her shadow-colored fur does not. Her authority and her duty are not summed up by a neat white shirt nor a shiny badge, not in her opinion. She’d been hired to guard, a duty she would fulfill to the best of her abilities. Everything else was secondary to that.

There are times in a pony's life where she has to admit that as bad as things are, they're technically not terrible.

These are such times.

Trigger warning: Technically, not terrible.
Secondary trigger warning: Not Safe for GaPJaxie.

Wet pavement hissed under her tires, and the Caterpillar engine rumbled happily in front of her. Her truck was happiest when it was moving. She was happiest when she was moving.

A story for the drive to Bronycon

Several silly short stories about humans in Equestria, stuffed with significantly more horse facts than you could have ever wanted in such a short space.

I have done nothing productive all day.

There’s nothing better than a weekend, a time when you can relax and unwind in the solitude of a dock with nothing to think of but your fishing pole and earthworms for bait.

And pegasi.

So very many pegasi.

Now with a reading by Curtis Wildcat!
Now with a Chinese translation by hehelover