Stormbreakers live on the coast of Equestria, and fly out to sea to fight feral storms that approach the mainland. Sometimes they don't come back.

Aurora Mist's worst fears are realized when her team comes back one mare short.

Pre-reading by Georg
Translating by Conflicting Views, DarkEven, and thatotherguy

Twilight Sparkle decides to go to Griffonstone and invite Gilda to Ponyville for Hearth's Warming as a friendship gesture and a nice surprise for Rainbow Dash.

Too bad griffons don't celebrate Hearth's Warming

Written for TheBandBrony for Jinglemas 2017

Talk to someone on the telephone enough and you get an idea of what they look like.

And then you meet them for the first time, and they're not at all what you expected.

This story is a sequel to The Trouble with Unicorns

Rarity's tour of the fashion houses of New York City is interrupted by a man who doesn't have enough money to buy his wife a pair of diamond earrings for Valentine's Day, so she gives him her own earrings.

Then she finds out how Earth's diamond market works.

Now with a reading by AShadowOfCygnus!

This story is a sequel to The Trouble with Unicorns II

Acorn's apartment on Earth has lots of great features: a dishwasher, forced-air heating and cooling, a coffee maker, a food processor, a gym and laundry room in the basement . . . it's also got a telephone. She's not so keen on the telephone.

Specifically, she’s not so keen on telemarketers.

In an attempt to promote the 500 HP 2020 Mustang, Ford puts 500 Super Bowl tickets in a shipment of Matchbox Mustangs and sends them to Canterlot.

Unicorns don't really understand American Football, but they do understand supporting a team . . . perhaps a little too well. Especially after a few beers.

There’s nothing better than a weekend, a time when you can relax and unwind in the solitude of a dock with nothing to think of but your fishing pole and earthworms for bait.

And pegasi.

So very many pegasi.

Now with a reading by Curtis Wildcat!
Now with a Chinese translation by hehelover

Darknight Moonwing wears no uniform. White button-down shirts look quite official, and stand out in the darkness, whereas her shadow-colored fur does not. Her authority and her duty are not summed up by a neat white shirt nor a shiny badge, not in her opinion. She’d been hired to guard, a duty she would fulfill to the best of her abilities. Everything else was secondary to that.

Now with a reading by StraightToThePointStudio!
Also with a reading by Illya Leonov!

There weren’t always ponies, and then there were. Suddenly, they were everywhere. They were in the news, they were on the radio and the television, and they were even shopping at Meijer.

Wet pavement hissed under her tires, and the Caterpillar engine rumbled happily in front of her. Her truck was happiest when it was moving. She was happiest when she was moving.

A story for the drive to Bronycon