A simple story of life, death, and making do.

Pretty much what you’d expect. Ends as well as you might imagine.

My name is Catnap. The past few years, mares can't seem to resist cuddling me... and neither can stallions. I'm not trying to brag, by the way. Please send help!

After millennia of slumber, the ponies of Tambelon have awoken. For good or ill, they set their sights on the surface.

When ponies arrived on earth, things went pretty well. The government didn't hate them. Scientists learned from them without vivisection. Most humans adapted. Even so, misunderstandings, accidents, and nut jobs happen. Luckily, ponies had some help.

A couple of weeks ago, an army of changelings invaded Canterlot. While the changelings lost, the city has been plagued by paranoia and uncertainty ever since. I think that I might be able to help... if I can get through this meeting in one piece.

When Twilight Sparkle appeared in my yard one late afternoon, I did precisely what anyone else in my situation would do: contact the proper authorities! Wait, why are all of you looking at me like that?