Local human goes on holiday with magical horse princess significant other. Questionable jokes are made. They get wet.

It's cold. Keeping inside and trying not to think about this is Phil, a human.

Outside, trying to get rid of her rubbish is Plum, a pony. But she's having issues.

Phil helps Plum, and in helping her encounters further issues.

Then there's soup. Or not.

Peter and Sponge Pudding are friends. They've been friends for basically their whole lives. Buds. Pals. Inseparable. Gone from simply hanging around one another as kids to now living together as young persons.

Their individual weekends plans have been scuppered, however, and now they have to make the most of things.

With predictable results.

Walter, human who has a door in his house that just-so happens to lead into Canterlot castle, is popping around for a cup of sugar. Little does he know that his judgement is about to called upon in a way he would never have expected...

This story is a sequel to Like Clockwork

It has been approximately three years since Cozy Glow passed into the tender loving care of Paul the human and she has, in spite of these dire circumstances, done quite well for herself. Indeed, it may be fair to say she has thrived, becoming if not a wholly normal teenager then at least a more well-rounded and settled one. She is happy.

By contrast Paul has, if anything, regressed. The man who felt his life had not amounted to much and what little remained would amount to even less has instead thrown himself - in his own way - wholeheartedly into trying to set up Cozy for her own life, with very little thought given to what is left of his own. While she moves forward, he has slipped backwards, and the gulf widens or so Cozy fears.

The situation is untenable, both sides have the best of intentions, and mistakes are made.

Pretty hilariously stupid mistakes.

(Also the only story of mine ever to have been pre-read (in places) beforehand by someone else. How exotic!)

Conspicuously anonymous human and equally mysterious mare live in (what is assumed to be) matrimonial bliss with fresh child.

The child awakes, and thus so do the parents.

No-one has a very good time.

This story is a sequel to The waiting is the hardest part

Tricked into thinking that they each personally came up with the idea of a nice cozy night in, Twilight and Jack have a nice cozy night in, like they used to do x-many years ago and like they've clearly been wanting to do for however-long now but haven't been for reasons of mutual awkwardness.

Meanwhile, weather.

Roger, local human, is weird, or at least is weird in Rainbow Dash's estimation, but he does appear to have some extra food and she knows he won't mind sharing with her.

Sam (a human) and Treacle Tart (a pony) are...

...well, they know each other, that much seems obvious, and they're going to go to see some fireworks because it's bonfire night and that's what you do on bonfire night and Treacle's never been around for it before so hell, why not.

Gunpowder treason and etcetera.

Two humans, Alice and James, often spend a Friday evening watching a film and slowly melting into the sofa. This week, Alice invites her pony friend Maple Syrup along, as she has seemed down and Alice hopes a quiet, pleasant evening will lift her spirits.

That's the whole thing. That's it. That's all I've got.