Sometimes a perfectly good Thursday afternoon is ruined by an otherworldly suitor. Sometimes that suitor is egged on by the love of your life. Bonbon has gotten used to it.
Unfortunately.
Artist is slypon.
"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."
Sometimes a perfectly good Thursday afternoon is ruined by an otherworldly suitor. Sometimes that suitor is egged on by the love of your life. Bonbon has gotten used to it.
Unfortunately.
Artist is slypon.
A lot of ponies don't really get Applejack.
Mostly because she has a habit of speaking in countryisms even her family doesn't understand.
One day, a strange little dog...critter...thing shows up that's even more country than she is.
They have themselves a nice long talk...
Twilight Sparkle always thought that friendship (and by association, magic) was the strongest force in the universe. But what happens when she finds something even stronger?
This story brought to you by my patreon supporter: Josephi Krakowski
Cover Art provided by the illustrious Mix-up (who is also open for commissions and always a great pleasure to work with)
This story is a sequel to The Tempest
Upon arriving at the royal wedding in Canterlot, all the foreign delegates have to do is show face on behalf of their nations, wish the happy new couple well, and try not to die.
You wouldn't expect the third of these to be that difficult.
Cover art from the gallery of Alumx. Proofread by themaskedferret, Georg, and Infernus Noctis.
It had been a long day of saving the world, and the usually perky pony wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed.
Unfortunately, somepony's waiting at Sugarcube Corner.
Pinkie was fine. She just needed to sleep.
With a review by the Royal Canterlot Library
Awake and alone, Applejack will find a way to survive.
And here's a TV Tropes page, if you're into that kind of thing.
On an unassuming carnival midway in central Equestria sits the key to your dreams: A machine that lets you, for a short time, live a life in which your greatest regret never occurred.
These are the stories of what happens after those fantasies are over.
Each chapter is a complete, self-contained vignette (though their order of presentation is deliberate).
Reviews and other word-of-mouth:
• Highly Recommended by Titanium Dragon! "Each of the four stories is good in their own way."
• Featured by Seattle's Angels! "If the introspection or feels aren’t quite up your alley, the comedic punchline just might be, thus this fic has a little something for everyone."
• Also reviewed by PaulAsaran, Present Perfect, City of Doors, and Chris! Recommended by The Brony Bookclub!
• "'The Lotus Eaters' was the story that made me realize horizon wasn't just good, he was really good." —Bad Horse
CONTINUITY NOTE:
This is set in the same continuity as my previous story No Regrets. Reading that first will enhance your enjoyment of both stories, but is not required to appreciate this.
After you're done with TLE, here are the author's notes (contain mild spoilers).
Commander Hurricane sought only the best and hardiest of pegasi for her warflock.
She failed. Instead, Private Pansy found her.
Cover art from the tumblr of mariponihoney. Proofread by themaskedferret. Written for the Military March prompt for the Time Action Glory Challenge! group.
Neither rain nor snow nor gloom of night shall stay the messengers of Griffonstone's postal service from their sacred duty. Not even when it's the worst winter in a lifetime, and when the entirety of Griffonstone's postal service consists of Gabby.
Primordial wrath-eating demons of winter might stay her from her sacred duty. Might.
Cover art from the gallery of pumkinroll. Proofread by themaskedferret. Written for the Winter Prompt Writing Challenge for the Time Action Glory Challenge! group.