Clearwater was never the centerpoint of…anything, really.
It was a small, backwoods town on the border of Equestria and the Capran Empire. Despite this, its residents were entirely ponies, which was impressive for a town so close to the goats’ homeland; usually border towns tended to have quite a decent population of goats as well, but Clearwater had seemed too small to attract them.
…For a while, anyway.
But one day, it had changed. Not in the way one would expect&mdash

“Rosa, maybe be a little quieter?” The hushed voice of an anxious fox was barely audible over the idle sounds of a busy movie theatre, specifically the line near the concession stand. Near the line, but not actually in it, was an orange fox dressed in a light coloured t-shirt and jeans, but he was accompanied by a more…robust companion.
Robust was a kind way of saying that Rosa was fat—though this wasn’t really unexpected, given she was a quadruped, and a goat to

Guard duty.
Could there have been an easier job? Probably, but right now Lance couldn’t think of one. In the peaceful land of Equestria, an attack on diplomats was virtually unheard of, so the white-furred, blue-maned unicorn was hardly worried about any trouble while he was set to guard…ambassador Yuri, according to his orders. He was to meet them—her, he assumed—at the train station, where he would accompany her on the carriage ride to Canterlot palace and escort her

The streets of Zootopia were quiet at this hour. When most mammals were at work or in the parks, it left the side streets and areas near apartment buildings quiet and bereft of much activity aside from a bit of foot traffic and the occasional car.
A discarded newspaper blew past an alleyway and slapped against the police cruiser sitting in front of it. The car was turned off, its window open, but the doors shut. No officer was inside, though the seat at the front had clearly been modified so a

The sound of two figures walking down the hall of the apartment complex was easy to mistake for three…or perhaps even four or more people heading towards one of the upper floors. Delicate, soft hooves clomped quietly against the carpet covering the floor, while just next to their owner a set of much heavier and bigger paws slammed down noisily and heavily, soaking the carpet in a thin layer of sweat that squelched up from the fabric surface when anyone else dared to step on it. The crass

Little Patch of Heaven.
There wasn’t much to say about the little ranch that hadn’t already been said in the name. It was a tiny patch of paradise right in the middle of the wild west, home to many different species of farm animal; chickens, pigs, one very grumpy goat…and most notably, their cows. While they only had three, they were by far the biggest creatures on the farm, and truly the word big barely even began to describe one of them.
There was Grace, the most ditzy of

Celestia grinned as wide as a school filly with a new toy as she stretched out, the morning sun (having just risen at her command) warming up her fur while she stood there, naked, on her balcony. Just like every other day, she was shamelessly erect, her hands idly squeezing and rubbing her voluptuous breasts while she stood there and basked in the glorious rays that only a mare as beautiful as herself could create. “Mnnh…I really have to hand it to you, you really did a number on my