That day at the mall was mortifying for Bulk Biceps, but thanks to Fluttershy's kindness, everything worked out pretty well. He has a new squirrel buddy, a new hat, and everything is fine now.

So why do things feel uneasy and wrong about this?

Thankfully, Bulk has a good friend with a unique perspective, who might be able to help him realize that it's not really the hat that was the problem in the first place.

Written on commission, for Moproblems Moharmoney. If you'd like to commission me yourself, my rules are right here.
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You come home, tired from a long day of work, and all you want is to get some sleep. Only problem is, there's a stranger in your bed--a stranger from a popular TV show.

Reading by AShadowOfCygnus

Days on the moon: 199,412

'Our attitude of late has been rather brazen. We don’t mean for it to be so, of course, but it just seems beyond our control. It must be the stress again. Poor Mr Armstrong takes the brunt of it, but he valiantly soldiers on, keeping us sane. If only there was some way we could dispose of our anxieties...

My first attempt to tackle the 'Comedy' and ‘Random’ tags, it’s a fun little idea I had while I was struggling with the ending for another story. Namely how Luna occupied herself being alone on the moon for so long. Eventually she would have wanted company, and you never know how a companion can influence your behaviour…

Cover art courtesy of Tzolkine on DeviantArt

You don't think Rarity risked getting cement in her mane just to repair a dam, do you?

This is the short tale of a frustrated white unicorn and an oblivious orange earth pony.

Developing romantic feelings for a friend is awkward.

It's extra awkward when you're a ruler, they're an ambassador of another nation, and oh, bonus, they were raised immersed in that nation's culture and so you have no idea if the signals you're trying to give are even being picked up on.

On a visit to Ponyville to catch up with Spike, Ember has just noticed how handsome her first and best friend has gotten, and has no idea what to do with herself about it. She needs to figure that out asap, and so needs some advice, badly. Thankfully, ponies are good with mushy-feely things, so she just needs to track down the local romance expert and shake them down.

And hopefully not burn the town down in the process.

Written on commission, for Spamotron. If you'd like to commission me yourself, my rules are right here.
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Applejack knew that Apple Bloom was growing up, and she knew that one day it would be her job to tell her about where baby ponies come from, why she suddenly has weird feelings for colts (or fillies, maybe), and what happens to mares every summer that brings the previous two facts full circle. She just didn't think that time would be now. And she also didn't think she'd have to tell her sister's two best friends about it at the same time.

In hindsight, Rarity probably wasn't the best pony to run to for help.

New York City's a good place for a pony to start over. There are plenty of opportunities available, such as pulling a carriage around Central Park. it's not that different from pulling a carriage in Equestria, after all.

Except for the regulations. So many regulations. The law is complicated, and it's not really set up for an Equestrian pony.

Pre-read by AlwaysDressesInStyle

While on an extended trip to Canterlot with Twilight, you became acquainted with a mare named Moondancer. She makes you feel all kinds of things that you've never felt before, and Twilight caught on to this pretty quickly. After some teasing, you decided to shoot your shot. Moondancer... didn't take it too well. It seems that, somehow, she simultaneously has confidence issues and a huge ego.

Or maybe she's just nervous.

Being part of the Apple family requires certain things. One key part: you have to enjoy eating apples in all their forms. ALL.

Applejack knows there's a big gap in Rainbow Dash's culinary world, and that won't do. If they're going to be together, they must cross that final bridge. Of pie.

Brought to you by the AppleDash Warm and Fuzzy Feelings Event!

Anonymous doesn't ask for much in life. Good friends, a place to sleep, and of course, the snoots of ponies to boop. There's nothing he won't do to boop those snootles, and he has traveled far and wide to experience the snoots of all known nations, races, and creeds. Yet there is one kind of snoot that he has been unable to boop: that of an alicorn.
That changes today.

A quick bit of silliness whipped up in a few hours. No, I don't know why, either.