The dread Coronavirus has emerged in Equestria. Meanwhile, Corona Sheen’s life has been rather miserable of late.

The bodies of ponies haven't improved much in the last thousand years. Change of that sort takes time. But what if it didn't have to? Is it best to keep things as they are? Or, given the means, should Twilight choose to accelerate their evolution?

He's just as shocked about that fact as you are.

Today is the day We died, one thousand years ago. 'Tis time We attended the funeral.

Unsettled by the events involving Cozy Glow, Chancellor Neighsay finds his finely honed blade of critique pointed at a new target: himself.

You are a filthy degenerate. Suddenly, you are also inexplicably a tiny female horse. You then begin to argue with yourself.

Twilight fixes what once went wrong. But can she keep her values and self in doing so?

Little cookie thieves should know their place.

Apparently, she possesses the auspicious accolade of having the most lewds of any fictional character. For once, Twilight was not pleased to learn something.

The first day of school always sucks. It's particularly sucky when you're normally nocturnal.

Sangria just wants to die. Ripcord is an unapologetic serial killer. You’d think they were made for eachother, but as it turns out, neither of them can get what they want.

Name Rater catches up with some old friends on Hearth's Warming night when they drop by without warning. Not that he particularly wanted to.

She's both ready and eager to complain about that fact. Inspired by true events.

At last free from his prison, a father returns to see his family. But much has changed since he left...

Cozy Glow’s plan was working perfectly. Until Chrysalis showed up to unleash a brutal beatdown on her sorry ass.