Starlight Glimmer and Trixie Lulamoon bake muffins inside the palace kitchen.

Every year, Twilight and her friends meet to catch up on really old times.

Somewhere, high in the skies of Equestria, a derelict airship drifts. Alone.

It should remain that way.

While this story is not intended to be a fetish story, it does contain ponies in diapers, and slight mention of them using these diapers. If this is something that bothers you, I ask that you either try to enjoy the story despite these things, or simply do not read. My intention is only a sweet, silly, cuddly story.

High Tide lives a quiet life by the sea, pleasantly existing day by day as he scrounged the ocean waves for treasures and nick-knacks. Not a whole lot happens, but that's fine. There's nothing in his life to complain about, and everything is fine.

Then, one day, he sees a mare playing in front of his house, splashing and bouncing in the surf. He watches, mezmerized, but how much fun she's having, and by that strange suit she wears, making her look like a dolphin, or an orca. She's hypnotic, aluring, different, new. His routine is gently shaken just by her being nearby.

Seeing her every day for a while makes him want to go up and talk to her, get to know her. And he finds he wants to talk to her more. Life becomes even better when he makes a friend as nice as Gabby.

After a bad dream, Lyra goes for a walk in the park.

Twilight is being pestered by time-traveling clones of herself, all of whom are entirely too interested in her. It's up to Rarity to figure this out. Or try, anyways. If only Big Mac would be a bit more cooperative...

A romantic comedy. Think two parts romance to one part comedy to one part drama. Updates every Friday.

Author's notes:
Set sometime between Season 3 and Season 4. (Continuity is not my strong suit.)

Thanks to Sharp Spark and many others for their help with this.

Teleportation. It is the best possible way to travel... As long as you don't think about it too much. As long as you don't ask where Twilight goes in that split second when she's neither here nor there.

The sound I listened to as I wrote it, available to you in order to give you the option of having the same atmosphere.

No relation to the other story with the same name, just a coincidence of both picking the same excellent title. I was unaware that the other one existed.
Dramatic Reading by Charles Spratt | Second Reading by TheDizzyDan | Third Reading by Crafty Arts | Fourth Reading by Stormy787
Russian Translation 1 (by Aloz) | Russian Translation 2 (by Doof Ex Machina)

It has been a year since I last saw her when she appeared on my doorstep, strangeness in her eyes and a mumbling under her voice.

She asked for my help to investigate a peculiar object, which once held an odd ancient magic. But it's benign now, she said.

It's benign now.

There is a house unlike most.

A house that holds a curse few know even exists.

If four ponies enter within its walls, only three may leave.

That house is me. And today I want to pass on that curse.

Now with a reading! HERE!

Contains ponies being cute in diapers and a a subtle messing scene. You have been warned.

A long-coming sequel to Twilight and Rarity go to the Spa

Rainbow Dash is not a foal. She's never thought about it, imagined it, or even given the idea of acting like a foal a passing thought. Which makes it all the more ridiculous when Twilight invites her to go to a spa specifically designed to make ponies feel like foals. Much to her chagrin, Rainbow Dash is talked into visiting. Much to her delight, it was nowhere near as bad as she thought it was.

A simple fluff story that was also a long-waiting commission. I hope you enjoy it for the snuggles.