Try as she might, the weather's just not Rarity's medium.

Set during the events of Magical Mystery Cure.

If there's a holiday, then somepony's probably overdecorated for it. The Greening has seen entire homes blend into the local grass, while Lambvent shrouds neighborhoods in wool and Hearth's Warming traditionally welcomes guests into homes through making it impossible to see where the front door is. But if Ponyville's going to get dressed up anyway, then Town Hall might as well have a little contest built around it. The mayor signed off on that.

Which meant there was a period of at least two seconds in which Marigold Mare completely forgot her town hosts the Bearers -- and that she'd just given them a reason to compete against each other.

Shall we count down to the inevitable one home visit at a time? In six, five, four, three...

(Now with author Patreon and Ko-Fi pages.)

Rated C for they don't celebrate Christmas Crackfic.

To the north, Queen Chrysalis' empire grows strong with conquest, industry, and fearsome new weapons.

To the south, Equestria sleeps.

But not Miss Harshwhinny. She is not a soldier, owns no factories, did not even know what a tank was before seeing a picture. She can learn, though, and she can see what is coming. And as the day of invasion draws near, she races against time to build for Equestria a weapon with a fighting chance.

(An Equestria at War fic.)

Now with a dramatic reading by Skijaramaz!

The Apple family house is empty. Winona sits alone, waiting for the day it'll feel full again.

Featured as of 7/17/23

Wednesday, 26th: Autumn Paradise started work on the farm today. I think she'll fit right in.

Wednesday, 26th: Autumn Paradise started work on the farm today. She seems a little tense, but does she ever know her way around an apple tree.

Wednesday, 26th: Autumn Paradise started work on the farm today. She says she's spent the last two days here, but I don't remember seeing her at all.

Wednesday, 26th: Autumn Paradise started work on the farm today and wouldn't stop crying. She says she can't find a way out.

Edited by spigo.

Having taken a short midsummer vacation with Celestia, you've gotten quite comfortable in the little mountain cabin. Tonight, it's just the two of you, with the sound of the raindrops above you making your worries feel miles away.

Hi. My name's James. If you're reading this, then one of two things have happened. One, you're another human that got sent to this shit hole and was able to find my shelter. Or two, you're one of the ponies that found me and I'm probably rotting in a cell or getting experimented on. If the former, good luck. If the later, go fuck yourself.

In the wake of a distressing experience, Spike has been helping out around Ponyville. He doesn't have to, but he feels he needs to. And while not every day has gone great, most have. Already he's feeling better about… what happened.

The last pony on the schedule, Berry Punch, isn't someone he knows much beyond being the town's premier fruit drinks vendor. He certainly isn't quite prepared for her… particular brand of eccentricity.

A different tack may be needed to make this productive.

This story was written as a gift for Winter_Solstice as a part of Jinglemas 2022. Happy Hearth's Warming!

Hit the FIMFiction Featured Box on Dec 27^th/28^th 2022!
Featured on Equestria Daily, December 11^th 2023, and previously on January 16^th 2023 for 25 More Fanfics to Read for Dragon Day.

The filly sings. Water rushing all around her, free as a bird, she sings. Is it in pain? Is it from joy? Such a thing, no one knows.

Cover art is from ColdBloodedTwi.

Now has an audio reading by The Mystery Fluttershy Fan.

Of all the dreams that have ever been, I will miss hers the most.