"Once a Belle finds another Belle, it’s a promise for good.”

Sugar Belle goes to Ponyville for Hearth's Warming, even knowing Pinkie isn't there. She's unsure of her place in the new town or even in life until young Sweetie Belle find her sitting on a bench in the snow and interrupts her thoughts...

Inspired by a pun-filled conversation with FamousLastWords. Art by MrsRemi.

Approved by Tag-a-long's Book Club!

Once upon a time there was a unicorn called Losty who went on an adventure ...

A birthday gift for TheLostNarrator.

Holy moly, KenzieVA and friends did a reading of this fic!

This story is a sequel to Fluttershy Challenged Me To A Rap Battle

After the events of "Fluttershy Challenged Me To A Rap Battle", Maud feels like she should take a shot at Anon to test his verbal prowess.

Man, he should've said no.

Collaboration with Chillbook1
Mild Swearing is used.

This story is a sequel to Maud Pie Challenged Me To A Rap Battle

Anon was invited by Celestia to partake in a friendly match of rap battling. Anon "graciously" accepts. Things take an unexpected turn, but nothing Anon isn't ready for.

[Description written by Celestia. Co-written by Pinkie Pie]

Collaboration with Chillbook1
Mild swearing is used.

Although he's reluctant at first, Anon accepts a rap battle proposed by Fluttershy.
Maybe he wouldn't have accepted it had he knew that chaos would ensue.

Collaboration with Chillbook1.
Mild swearing is used.

There is a bedroom in one of the towers of the Castle of the Pony Sisters, superbly preserved under many layers of spells meant to keep it safe and secure, waiting upon the return of its occupant. Decorated in navy, violet and black, it is a safe guess as to whom it used to host in its glory days.

The east-facing windowsill is of no particular immediate significance. Like all the others, it holds objects from a bygone age, relics of past adventurers who found themselves at odds with the Sisters and fell against them. However, upon this particular windowsill rest two nondescript items that differ from all the others in that room. To anypony who were to see them, nothing about them screams that they are from another world. They lay there, safe in their inconspicuousness, silently waiting.

The ship in a bottle and the tricorn hat sit on their windowsill, from which can be seen, with an extremely good eye, the city of Baltimare and Horseshoe Bay, waiting for their master to reclaim them.

Edit - As suggested by the comments I should note that this story will not be up for crossovers with other displaced. Yet.