The new guy at work isn’t a guy or even a human. Can a pony even do construction work?

Rated teen for profanity and innuendo typical of construction workers. Construction workers will mock literally anything in good fun without meaning any actual ill intent.

Written for Admiral Biscuit’s Working Ponies “Not-a-Contest”.

Incomplete tag because I have no idea if there’ll be another chapter, but there’s a non-zero chance.

Cover art: https://www.deviantart.com/silvervectors/art/Dust-Devil-318551424

After the fiasco of last year’s Hearth Warming Tree, the Student Six are determined to have a multicultural Hearth’s Warming, where everycreature contributes a tradition of their own. For five of them, that’s no problem. For Gallus . . . complaining about the food and barely tolerating everyone’s company isn’t a very good tradition.

This was written for Miller Minus as a part of Jinglemas 2019! For more information about Jinglemas, checkout our group!

There were places you just didn't expect to see a pony on Earth, and the cemetery was fairly high on the list. Yet when Ben encounters one, he knows there must be a reason for the pony to be there. And it's probably not a happy one.

A more 'spirit of' entry for Admiral Biscuit's Labor Day Challenge.

Cover image by Jean-François Gornet, used under CC BY-SA 2.0.

This story is a sequel to Princess Celestia Side Swipes a 2001 Dodge Grand Caravan

After being assaulted by a minivan and then surviving a wild night at a bar with Thomas and his crew, Princess Celestia is ready to return home, peace treaties signed and fun had. As an aside, Celestia made a joke with the President of the United States about bringing a couple of these “minivans” home for herself and her sister.

Luna didn’t know what the massive shipping container that came along with Celestia was for, but upon opening it, realized they could have some fun with this…

Fiat-Chrysler would have been a bit more hesitant in sending off two brand new 2018 Chrysler minivans if they knew neither of them knew how to drive.

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Box of Shame 9/7/2019

Unedited, and probably not pre-read, or if it was I didn't listen.

A silly gift for Admiral, a sequel to a commission from him, and inspired by his blog post.

Now translated into Chinese thanks to Nova Twinkle!
Now translated into Spanish thanks to SPANIARD KIWI!

Of all the features of her town, its parks and trails are one of Mayor Alice Harper's favorites. But not everyone, or rather everypony, appreciates it.

Scootaloo races Formula One on Earth. How do you even drive a race car with hooves?

Recommendsday! LouderYay!

Inspired in equal parts by conversations with Raleigh, Viking ZX, Cereal-Killer, Mitch H, and TCC56 on the Discord, and by Admiral Biscuit's not-a-contest for Ponies with day jobs on Earth.

'R' and 'E' are right next to one another on keyboards, so I dismissed 'Mareiott' as a typo and booked my hotel room online. It was only after I found a pony waiting for me at the airport that I realized it was, instead, a horrible pun. Now I'm stuck in a horsey hotel for a week while attending a major trade fair on behalf of my employer.

Additional character tags: Snowcatcher, Flitterheart, Sunny Rays, Feathermay, Honeybuzz

Written for Admiral Biscuit's challenge/request for more slice of life fics featuring ponies working on Earth:

https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/869870/story-notes-labor-day-plus-a-challenge-to-readers

I am a unicorn living on Earth. I use my magic to cure human cancer.

A short little feel-good one shot written for Admiral Biscuit's ponies working on Earth not-a-contest.

Written on an impulse, so proofreading may be spotty.

Sand mining is a vibrant industry in the United States. A fair share of states hold a stake in the name of sand, and while most rules of the dunes are followed, profits find a way in the margins of the law.

Nestled between the sister-cities of Conway and Myrtle Beach, a sand mine opens for its annual operation.

An entry for Admiral Biscuit's 'Not-a-Contest'. Group here.
An audio reading by StraightToThePointStudio.
On Goodreads thanks to the work of Facedeer.

”Charming, and a very believable glimpse into a small part of an unfamiliar, but very real world.”
—Bobbles

This is NOT human x pony romance!

Rudy is a pegasus stallion, living on Earth for the last 5 years. He's been helping a human named Jack deliver newspapers since coming here, and in the newspaper industry, there's no such thing as a holiday, unless the presses break down and can't be fixed by 8am the next day. This New Years Eve, Rudy and Jack go out to do what they do every night, but tonight might just be something special for the first time, as a mare he's come to fancy working inside the press building asks him a strange question.

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Edited (or at least who I saw in the gdoc before posting it) by Bill Cypher and Moonshot.

Written for Admiral's Not a Contest contest. I delivered newspapers most of my life, and we worked every day, every night, holidays be damned. I wanted to convey just how... normal a holiday would be to us. It was just another day, like Christmas, or Easter. We worked, we lived on, and we did the same thing every night, from when I was a baby, up to my mid 20's. Side note: I'm immune to paper cuts.