A foal is found lost in the snow, the tsuki, warm-hearted rabbit folk, take him in just long enough to realize he may belong to the ponies nearby. His name is Harry, and his fate was knocked a little off course.
He marched through the wastes. He was also bright yellow, and had a tail that did not sway much. He was also named Buttercup, not exactly a manly name, but it was his. His friend needed him. What is that? It looks like him, but also very not...
Gilda attempts to invite a friend over for a little celebration. What could possibly go wrong in this attempt to show some positive cheer for a mutual acquaintance?
Two denizens from two worlds collide in the middle and get dropped onto Everglow. Thankfully, one of them is Zecora. Surely she can handle a little adventure without panic being required. Her partner, lacking fur, has a sword but comes in peace.
Apple Bloom thought her Everglow days were behind her. Sure, she got a lot out of it, mostly cool stuff, including tales to share, but she was back on safe Equestria. Nothing that strange happens that the adults don't take care of, but there it is.
Esteemed among all five of her peers, AK Yearling was a respected member of the archeological community, small as it was. Unfortunately, it doesn't pay the bits she thought it would. Putting hoof to typewriter, she tries another way.
Ted is watching the new season of MLP and slavishly goes through the intro, frame by frame, when something catches his eye. Could it be?
Rocked with the dazzling wonder of the rainboom, filly Pinkie's whole worldview is tossed upside down. She's made her family smile a little, but she feels there's more to be done. She has to go, just has to.
Rarity feels crushed under modern events when her little sister approaches. She has to explain it to her, and face a life ahead.
You are Pinkie Pie. You are about seven to twelve summers old, you never really kept super strict count of that. You spot a creepy house just outside your farmland and decide to have a little peek. -- Readers make the shots, this is a CYOA type story
The Text, omnipotent being, gets in an argument with The Text. They've picked a human to drag to Equestria, but that's about where all agreement ends and the argument begins. Will it work out for anyone involved? Maybe the typos.
Vinyl nodded her head to the music only she could hear. She wove through the thick crowds of Manehatten, narrowly fitting between a large mare and a skinny stallion as she just beat the light. Her anxious steps carried her forward, head bobbing.
She is a mare of few words. The words he uses, some ponies would prefer he used less of. They encounter one another, and things somehow work out.
It's been a bad day. Posey grumbles over her seemingly cursed fate. Why does nopony seem to understand it? A pony approaches with an open ear and heart.
Two vaults with two experiments. One set the ponies out on their own, forming a tribal group. One kept them close, creating a vault-dweller herd of ponies. But there's still one more to be seen. How were they treated and what did they form?