An A.I. awakens aboard the HKS Dancer, a desolate and quiet ship. The crew of which is nowhere to be found. And in the wake of all of this the A.I. discovers something.... something peculiar.

Scribble is a young, smart, and (as much as she might hate the word) cute filly, but she has a lot on her plate at the moment. She's beginning to become a young mare rather than the young filly she was before, her mother is entering into a very

Godesses, imagination, and parents clash in Scribble's second story. Here is her complicated life, and here is her youth. Read as she discovers her purpose, young love, and helps Twilight and her mom seal the deal on the side. Scribble's g

Twilight Sparkle's reckless testing of Star Swirl's spells continue, this time with whole new consequences for Equestria.

A short story of me as a weird amnesiac transforming pony in Equestria.

"Harmony" is a word once uttered in the long dead language of Ancient Equestrian. Ponies have grown up having never heard those three syllables. "Elements" are something only alchemists talk about.

Can one be ordered to make a new place their home? Can they be ordered to fall in love? Could anyone ever be ordered to forge personal bonds of unbreakable friendship? No, which is why Skisserra won't remember they are orders.

The two most powerful forces in the multiverse impose one task upon Equestria, protect a single human.

In a world of perfect harmony and joy there will always be ponies who begin to feel used to it. They begin to stop feeling the specialness of life because it is no longer... special. There are ponies who they pay to make them sad, sad makers.

With death mere seconds away, a hard pressed Captain of the Royal Vinlandic StarNavy is forced to open a rift without any navigational aid. With one in a million chance of even opening in a nonlethal environment, the rift generator rolls the die of c

Aurora immigrated to Equestria hoping to start a business. One whirlwind of disappointment later she finds herself a personal maid to Equestria's lowest ranking and dumbest royal. Unfortunately she has to stick with it.

The White Christ, a would be shackle upon the strength and fervor of the Norse, but thanks to the Great Serpent of Change; it was a shackle that was shattered before it could be placed upon us.

You are a Immortal human traveling the multiverse of possibility, you owe the immortal god discord a favor, one of his personifications is being beaten... by magical ponies? Damn discord he drives you to drink!