Elias "Rubrum Aquilae" Bright, the former leader of the Legio I Americana, on the run from his past, finds himself thrown into the conflicts of Equestria.
Elias Bright is a survivor. He has survived the end of the world. He has survived the deaths of his family. He has survived the death of all that he has built. On the run from a past that haunts him to his core, he finds himself in Equestria, a land of tranquility and peace. Elias now has a choice. Does he give up the only life he has known, that of a survivor, and settle with the ponies of Equestria, or will his past deeds come to drag him back into the dark past he has tried to bury?
Another human turned changeling HiE fic. Hopefully, Tyson doesn't screw his new life up. M rating for sexual content.
Undergoing its third re-write. I screwed things up with the timeline, and need to use the chronology to fix my mistakes. There will be changes to everything, even the first chapter and prologue. Until then, the old chapters will remain up until I have written replacements and switch them out.
Tyson the human was turned into a changeling and wound up in Equestria a week before the summer sun celebration. Now he needs to figure out how to live among the ponies, and avoid being discovered. M rating for sexual content.
Update: Finally has some damn cover art. It's not that great though, apologies if your eyes bleed. But at least you have the general idea of what Aurelic actually looks like.
Gleaming Shield wants a simple life. Fate wants something else completely. Stupidity ensues.
Ever since she could remember, Gleaming Shield didn't ask for much from life. Being able to support herself financially, possibly advancing her guard career, and maybe—just maybe—confessing her feelings to her very-good-friend-and-secret-crush, Anon. You know, the little things. That's not too much to ask for right? Right?
I remember being a young adult male human once. Nowadays I'm a female pony who now has to retake school because SOMEPONY couldn't perform a spell correctly. I might as well try to make some good out of this situation and see what chaos I can cause!
Y'know, I was once an average guy. A completely normal male human being. Sure I had my oddities but who doesn't, right? Then I woke up in Equestria after one too many shots of whiskey at 3AM whilst watching some random ass anime.
Now that in itself sounds fucking weird but that's not even the full story. Somehow good old reliable purple smart managed to not only change my species and my gender but also my age. Now I'm stuck with a lavender coated princess who has become my 'caretaker' and I'm being forced to go to school!
I still can't believe this isn't some crazy drug trip. Well, whatever - if this is a drug trip then I'm gonna make sure this will be the best drug trip of my life. So take a look into my new personal life and prepare to see the horrors that I'll bring to this hippy horse land.
[Sex Tag for references and innuendos - there will be no clop.]
Ember has a conundrum on her claws. She's wanting a better drake, someone who doesn't compare penis sizes and brag about their exploits. By pure chance when she stumbles across a still virgin Spike, a solution to both of their problems arises...
Ember has a conundrum on her claws. A real solid conundrum. Her mind's gone adrift, as it often tends to do as she watches the drakes go be their usual macho selves in the Dragonlands. She's wanting a better drake, someone who doesn't compare penis sizes and brag about their exploits. Someone... well, someone well a bit more noble than that. Or at least less crass.
An opportunity presents itself by pure chance when Twilight sends for her requesting her presence at a friendship summit, and as pure good luck would have it she finds herself getting lost in the pony's massive castle and stumbling upon Spike, who's in a conundrum of his own. Namely, poor guy's a virgin. So, Ember lets her thoughts drift for a moment and an idea comes to mind to solve both of their problems...
Sensual Spember shipping. Huge thank you to Rescue Sunstreak for helping me work out how to spin this.
(Should note, Spike is 18 or older in this story. Sorry foalcon lovers. ) (AU for one minor thing, namely Spike getting his wings early.)
(8/19/18: Comments now disabled thanks to certain ass-hatted remarks.)
Sweetie Belle and Terramar are going somewhere together on a train for some reason. The train breaks down. It’s hot. Sweetie suggests they pass the time by having Terramar utterly ruin every hole in her body. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.
Unguligrade anthro. All CMC and peers are in their early 20s now. Feel old yet?.
CONTAINS: Flattie Belle. Undetected public sex. Well, probably mostly undetected. All standard hetero sex stuff, light edging, wet and messy, anal fisting, ass-to-mouth.
A Human, living in exile from all civilized lands in Equestria has finally found peace. No longer hunted by cut-throats trying to steal what scraps he has. At least, until a certain purple Princess shows up.
I've been exiled for ten years. For nine of those, my life has been Hell. Bounty Hunters, cut-throats, thieves, anything that wanted what little I could scavenge would come at me at any time. And I killed them. I don't mean in straight up fights or anything so honorable. A knife in the back as they tried to sneak into my camp. A snare trap that held them under water until they were exhausted and drowned. Anything to send the message that trying to kill me was a fatal mistake.
And then I managed to win my own place. And by that I mean I killed an unfortunate minotaur with a ship. While I normally left ships to either be stolen or sink, this one had a map. A map to an island that was deserted, too many creatures to turn it into an actual home, and to close to Equestria's borders to be a safe smugglers hole. I raised my black flag and sailed there.
Now I've spent my last year in something that I considered luxury, and I have everything I want. Good defenses, ample food, even a companion in the form of a wild dog who had bonded with me. Now I can live out my life in peace.
You woke up in Griffonstone, and were tended to by a trio of griffon girls who, unbeknownst to you, have a thing for the unusual... and being the only "human" in this new world, that puts you quite high in the "Unusual Scale"...
You are Regol of Seuhans, a skilled Hexblade from another world, and you've woken up in a place called Griffonstone.
You were tended to by a trio of griffon girls who, unbeknownst to you, might have a thing for the unusual... and being the only "human" in this strange new world, that puts you quite high in the "Unusual Scale".
These griffons - Gilda, Greta, and Gabby, decided to come up with a compromise for their shared feelings with you, and formed a "Flock", or the Griffon-Equivalent of a "Herd".
Not really knowing the full meaning behind it, you simply went with their offer when they invited you to join them.
But a few minor complications with the law leads to the four of you traveling the world, taking on a multitude of quests to help protect the inhabitants of Equus, both well-known and unknown alike, from various degrees of issues, ranging from doing simple favors around various towns, to hunting down the strongest kinds of monsters and villains, alike... all at a price, of course.
After all, it's part of the Griffon Code... blades for bits, and favors for fortunes.
Mostly written because there isn't enough proper Gabby fanfics around here (or Greta, for that matter!) Though it'll contain "Sex", it's a story first, and foremost!
Don't let the "ANON" Tag fool you. I've decided to give it a unique twist by incorporating my own version of "Anon" titled "Enigma Gray", then ran it into the Hylian Name Generator, which gave me "Regol Seuhans", which I think sounds better than "Anon" anyways. So same name meaning, but executed differently for a much more "unique" feel for your character. Besides that, I view Anon as less of a "Character" and more of a "Concept" for humanity in general, regardless of which walk of life they lived beforehand.
Anon is tired of hearing the word “buck,” so he takes it upon himself to teach some foals the correct word to use. It gets out of hand very quickly.
Anon is tired of hearing the word “buck” when there’s a perfectly serviceable swear word going unused. He takes it upon himself to try teaching some foals the correct word. He fucks up.
(rated M so I can use profanity in the title/description)
a creature (human) returns to the world his supposed "predecessors" created
for years, the great goddess Faust and her fellow divine beings known as "humans" are worshiped by nearly all sentient creatures in Equis. for they created the land, sea, and air in which the mortals thrive and live in. at least, that's what they believe..... drop a normal human in the middle of it and watch as ponies, griffons, dragons, zebras, and changelings try and gain their "blessing" from an unwilling "god"
You wake up in a land where magic is real and sapient ponies have built a civilisation. Being from a different universe, you have no understanding of their language or laws, but you're happy to have found yourself in the friendliest town there is. Good luck building a new life as their favourite... monkey thing.
If you travel across Equestria end to end, you can find almost anything. Magical artifacts of unknown power, demons, angels, and gods all wander the world with complete freedom. However, the one place all stand as equals is a lone inn.
There exists in any given location either an inn or bar where the locals meet at the end of a long work day and trade drinks and stories. By the ancient laws of happenstance, the same must be true for areas where the permanent population is exactly one. Now, most would assume it would default to those creatures preferred drinking area in their own house. These people have never been to the only truly lonely place in Equestria. On the border of the unending sea and the badlands there sits an Inn, with a strange bartender. If one comes seeking riches or fame, he will gladly kick you out, stating the only riches here are booze and misery. But if you come for a strong drink and an ear to listen to your problems, then you have found your home.
Rocking the featured box again. Can I get a hoorah? 2/12/19 for those curious.
After a mugging gone wrong, I wake up in a strange castle after being "saved" by Q from Star Trek. To make matters worse, the local population thinks I'm the lost prince of the Crystal Empire, Shadow Heart. Or to be more accurate: King Sombra. However, instead of playing Q's game of being the resurrected evil king of doom hellbent on world domination. I get on a conveniently placed train dropping off my mortal "enemies," and travel south to the land of Equestria.
It's here that I discover the magical concept of friendship, horrible pony puns, cheesy romance, herding, magic, and the wonderful creation of pony coffee. Also, I discovered the true evil of Equestria, and it's just down the street from where I work. It's called Tin Hoovers, and they are the bane of all that is caffeinated with their cheep flavored water they have the audacity to call Coffee!
Art belongs to Evehly Yay! It's featured. I'm so happeh!
OMG! TOP OF THE FEATURED BOARD! ON MAY 27 2019! Eeeeeeeeee!
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A team of multiversal explorers comprised of alternate Sweetie Belles explore fanfic worlds and beyond!
The League of Sweetie Belles was founded by a handful of Sweeties who decided they liked hanging out with each other. What started as a simple club for like-minded white unicorn mares turned into a complex organization with a lot of responsibility. One particular team of Sweetie Belle explorers have taken it upon themselves to explore the multiverse, delving into the lands of ponyfics and beyond.
(If you're not reading from the beginning and just want to look into one chapter relating to a particular story, the SUPPLEMENTAL MATERIAL: The Sweetie Personnel Files blog is your friend. Refer to it whenever you feel you lack context. But don't read the entire thing; use it to look up names.)
(Part of the Songs of the Spheres continuity, but you don't have to read that to understand this. This fic can never never be complete due to its episodic and open nature, and it may never update again—but who knows? As with all SotS stories, there's a Discord server)
Warnings are there since certain fics will require them when they are included. You won't get sex, death, or gore everywhere. You are likely to get violence and some profanity in many chapters.
A father goes to great lengths to find his daughter’s heroes and finds something he wasn't looking for ... friends.
The parallel universe is indispensable to fanfiction, even in stories where it isn’t addressed as fanfiction by it's nature takes a route that deviates from the established universe. It allows for crossovers, mash-ups, what ifs, and all sorts of other fun stories. My story begins in a nexus between universes, with a father who just wants to let his daughters meet their heroes, and finds himself charmed by the inhabitants once they’re no longer just characters to him. With his knowledge he could fundamentally alter everything that happens; but his goal is for things to turn out the way they’re supposed to. But change is inevitable. Change for both him and the girls. Things start light, but there are cracks that show the shadows cast. And secrets are not kept forever. Relevant crossover tags that there aren't options for/I have far too many: Slayers, Dragon Ball Z, Tenchi Muyo, Monster Musume, Dungeons and Dragons, Minecraft, Undertale, Dark Souls -- -- -- -- -- -- *** -- -- -- -- -- A father goes to great lengths to find his daughter’s heroes. And finds himself being drawn into the world. But even the brightest light casts a shadow. And things that could too easily be are seen. Things that demand action. Things that must be confronted. Things that must be destroyed. But not forgotten. So life can move on. But scars never really heal. They remind us of who we were. But with help from your friends you can confront even your past to find hope. However hope and caring can lead you down a dark path. But your friends will fight to see you again, and find their own reward in your smile. Fire will burn all that it touches, ever seeking more fuel for it’s own survival. But with care that fire can be tamed to bring out it’s brightest light. There are times where you can help your friends. And times where they must help themselves. Never forget that those closest to you may be afraid to seek your help, or are unable to ask, or may even demand that you stay away. But no matter what you stand beside them. Because your friends are family you invite into your life.
Mark Watney is stranded- the only human on Mars. But he's not alone- five astronauts from a magical kingdom are shipwrecked with him.
Twilight Sparkle's experimental interplanetary drive has malfunctioned, stranding Starlight Glimmer, Spitfire, Cherry Berry, a changeling and a dragon on a hostile planet in another universe. With limited food supplies, very little magic, no communications with home, and no way to leave the planet, they must survive until somepony rescues them.
Fortunately they crashed right next door to another creature with the exact same problem- a creature named Mark Watney.
They're going to science the buck out of everything- and do whatever it takes to survive Mars and get everybody home.
After a string of unfortunate events, Anon finds himself in Tartarus. Fortunately, he has someone to keep him company...
Past mistakes have finally caught up with Anonymous. Time after time, he had one lewd encounter after another, all with students at the School of Friendship. Well, after his most recent fling, with one very sexually aggressive yak, he's paying the price. After being caught by Twilight Sparkle, Anon finds himself whisked away to Pony Hell Tartarus. Mercifully, he's not alone in his imprisonment; but he has to ask himself, why would anyone jail such a small, innocent mare?!?
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.
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