The Gentle Folk.

The Fae.

Fairies.

They have many names, many shapes, and many voices. They do have one common interest: foals. What they do with the young ones they take is unknown. One can only assume the worst.

Sarsaparilla Rind wakes one morning to find her son missing from his cradle. She knows who is responsible, and stakes out into the Whitetail Woods to rescue him. She is aware of the stories, the tales, and the rumors. They have many endings, many lessons, and many rules. They all have one common theme:

Never make a deal with the Gentle Folk.

Written for The Monthly Contest Club's April 2017 short fic contest.

Princess Twilight Sparkle, fearing the rise of a new villain, uses the time travel spell once again to return to the desolate landscape she came across in her stand-off with Starlight Glimmer. Her mission: to gather any evidence she can pointing to the evil that succeeded in destroying Equestria.

Twilight will learn, however, that good intentions can be the birth of malevolence.

This unique piece of evidence is to be viewed under direct Royal Order by the Royal Court and its constituents on the appointed date of 10-31-1511. This evidence, hereafter referred to as "Tape 11", will be the foremost evidence put forward in convicting Alexander Beauregard, human male and citizen of Equestria, for: Crimes Against Equinity, Kidnapping and Endangerment, Subversion, and Multiple Homicide. Charges are to be weighed against Mister Beauregard and the evidence provided, and a final decision will be made sometime either during or after the appointed Royal Court date of 10-31-1511.

Any inquiries may be directed to the offices of the Royal Equestrian Secret Service or Princess Celestia herself. Inquiries will not be responded to without a Class-12 Royal Permission form, and "Tape 11" will not be released to the general public for any reason now or in the future.

Signed, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Princess Twilight, the Royal Equestrian Secret Service with Class-12 Identification.

Now with a fantastic audio reading by Wandering Mare and her crew! Check it out!

Buying this head might not have been the best idea, but I think it's best to make the best of a not-the-best situation. Paths are defined only by our feet, and you can follow someone else's feet or you can wear new shoes and walk a new path yourself. You can trailblaze. But your feet don't need to be on fire. Unless that's how you find your center. Then do it.

As for me, my center is all of you. I don't belong here, and I know none of you appreciate me or my music yet, nor my love of even your enemies. Love is for all, not for some. Nightmare Moon is no different from all of you, all there is is love and music.

Don't you get it?

I love you all.

Displaced featuring Frank Sidebottom, or just Frank. I will be including elements of the original Frank Sidebottom and Michael Fassbender's role as Frank in the movie 'Frank'. Expect lots and lots of silly lyrics and shenanigans, it's a music-heavy and imagination-reliant fic. Hum your own tunes!

When ponies look up at night and gaze upon the stars, they can't help but feel wonder and awe. When Princess Celestia looks up at night, she feels admiration for her sister and her abilities. When Princess Luna looks up at night, she feels pride for her stars– and fear for those that aren't hers. The distant stars of the black cosmos are home to mostly nothing; no flora or fauna, just dust, ice, and gas.

But between these empty planetoids flies a ship. Small, nimble, and on a mission. It jumps from planet to planet, scavenging resources to replenish its fuel and move on, desperately escaping from its enemies. Its pilot has acquired a relic from one of the First Civilizations, and it is his job to deliver it to the other side of the Galaxy Cluster to be studied and understood. If only he weren't running low on fuel, food, and rest. He needs an exoplanet, even a small one, with just a limited amount of life. Just something with water.

His ship just found something better.

Anon is a cheap bastard, and hates paying to stay at places. Ergo, when Twilight threatens him with either paying rent or writing weekly friendship letters for room and board, Anon takes the free route. Too bad the free route is filled with frustration, confusion, and autism. Otherwise known as interacting with the local populace of Ponyville at least once a week.

>topkek

TRIGGER WARNINGS: this fic includes racial, homophobic, and equine slurs that are used purely for comedy's sake and are not meant to offend or cause a problem in the community... mostly.

"For some reason I've chosen to write more letters to that stupid Princess. Let me know who you want me to write about for future chapters." –Anonymous

PROFESSIONAL REVIEWS

–Okter

"Thank you for confirming my suspicion that Anon is gay." –Uniame

"So, did they get sexual harassment cutie marks?" –DRaily

"What the fuck anon" –Qaz223

"ANON DID NOTHING WRONG" –nothingtoseehere

"So majestic" –Xzaves

Don't write on two hours of sleep, trust me.

A story with an Anon and the methods he takes to dissuade the Princesses from asking him so many questions about his home and culture. Lacking the basic courtesy of a pony and definitely disregarding their pride in magic, this human drops to lows that are usually seen only in the most disgusting of humans.

Enjoy or not, I had fun writing this and it's more for my sanity than anything.
PS- No actual sex is in this story so calm yourselves.

Professional Reviews

"drunk/10 not bad" –NuclearWaffles21

"I'm seriously rock hard right now." –Rebel

"yeah the 3 children in my basement won't shut the fuck up" –Winter the Gimp

"This is both extremely stupid, and written in such a way that I expect your non-trolly-stories to not be extremely stupid." –bobbananaville

"I don't remember how I found this story, but it was weird, and I liked it." –Narlepoax III

”I like story! Is very good! Now you go to Gulag!” –Joseph Stalin

(Based upon the Team Fortress 2 mod and Garry's Mod gamemode: Prop Hunt!)

There is a ruckus in the castle. Maids are bewildered, guards are confused, nobles are aghast, and the Princesses are absolutely baffled. It seems that at some unforeseen point in the past, objects in the castle have gained sentience. Be it a quill, a brush, a stalk of celery, or one of Princess Celestia's personal effects, it has gotten up and zoomed around at some point. Why, just last week Prince Blueblood's coveted family heirloom, a solid gold egg, flew right off his shelf and disappeared down the hallway.

With Princess Twilight growing more and more infuriated, and with a theory that these objects might just be one perpetrator, the mysteriously mad romp of the objects may soon come to an end.

But not before the interloper has some fun.

(Cover art coming soon.)

A human with a sour temper, an immunity to magic and mischievously-sinister tendencies appears in Celestia's garden. His body suffers from a strange case of disproportionate deformity, and he displays a certain degree of genre savviness regarding the ponies' world. Using this knowledge, the human struggles to avoid "cliches" to the point of obsession. His attitude constantly pushes away the ponies and their attempts at friendship, while he intends to use the brightly-colored equines to gain a stranglehold on their economics. Combining cartoon-physics and manipulation, the human slowly rises to the occasion in order to swindle the wealthy, assert his presence, and dominate his environment.

Just how far into his quest for wealth, however, will the ponies let him get?

(A self-insert that is fully conscious of cliches, contains swearing and some mildly violent and offensive themes. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. So don't whine about it. Welcome to the internet.)

LEGAL STUFF
I own the artwork.
MLP:FiM belongs to Hasbro, Studio B, and Lauren Faust
Any references to media are purely used for entertainment purposes.