Dreams are always ending far too soon. Doing dishes helps Sunset remember them.

And, sometimes, make them come true.

Turns out alicorns are ridiculously fertile. As in 'every time an alicorn has sex, there's a 95% chance they're going to wind up carrying a foal. Minimum.' And this is a problem, because everything else is normal: time spent gravid, mood swings, hormone shifts... it's just not a good idea for a Princess to rule a nation from a constant state of Dam Brain. Plus then you get to the fact that given a typical level of sex drive, there would be an endless parade of heirs galloping around the palace. The line of succession would have a six-mile wait and the front never moves. And then there's just raising all those foals...

In terms of rulership, having somepony in charge who has to live with either the stress of constant celibacy or pregnancy just doesn't make sense. And Celestia has a very healthy sex drive. She just doesn't want to destroy a nation through dealing with the consequences.

So she secretly has a little spell going. Constantly. It's been running for centuries with no signs of slowing down. It does only one thing, and it does that perfectly.

Every time Celestia has sex, somepony else gets pregnant.

Premise from Estee's blog post.

Rated C for Crackfic

On one of Autumn Blaze's visits, Applejack decides to cook her friend a sunny side up.

On one of her visits to Sweet Apple Acres, Autumn Blaze experiences tragedy.

There are a lot of different worlds out there, connected with infinite expanses of bizarre biomes known as the Worldsbridges. Twilight is in one of them, lost and unable to get back.

Guided by the silent music of the Worldsbridges themselves, Luna journeyed to find her, even if it means walking the endless roads forevermore.

Cover art by EverfreePony

Dr. Caballeron had once again taken hold of an artifact of evil darkness, and it's up to Daring Do to stop him and return the artifact to their daughter.

Contains DaringXCaballeron. Daballeron. It's now the official shipping portmanteau and you can do nothing to make me think otherwise.

Every Catholic Church on earth, no matter how small or secluded, has at least one maintenance guy. They're usually called a custos or an under-sacristan.

One particular Church has a maintenance pony instead.

Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

Inspired by Admiral Biscuit's Not-A-Contest.

This story is a sequel to The Prince

Benjamin Franklin hates the cold. Benjamin Franklin likes hats. Combine the two, and out came a fuzzy hat he always wears in winter. It's just that he sometimes forgets what it's made out of.

Can be read independently without reading the sequels.

Sunset Shimmer is a firemare. Her job is to douse fires that arise from arguments and start fires to cook marshmallows (or burn houses).

Cover art by ZettaiDullahan.
A Fahrenheit 451 parody, but can be read independently.

Now with an audio reading by Quinch!

This story is a sequel to Symphony No. Flip

Niccolo Machiavelli was well-known as The Father of Modern Politics. He hated the title. He only wanted a nice vacation away from arguments about political views, people wanting to mutilate him, and play billiards.

When he was given the chance to become a delegate to a peaceful land of magical crystal ponies, he agreed without much thought. Surely, a land that doesn't even argue about whether or not democracy is better than feudalism wouldn't need him as yet another 'hero' responsible for the rise of yet another (possibly benevolent) tyrant?

Marigold Martingale asks her father, Groom Q.Q. Martingale, how he met her mother, A.K. Yearling.

Contains DaringXCaballeron. Daballeron(?) I'm so sorry.