You are an ex-Wonderbolt. You are about twenty-four years old. The only reason you left the famous flying group is because you couldn't handle the attention you got, everywhere you went. You like to just have a small group to hang out with, and that's that. The fame of the Wonderbolts overloaded your senses, seeing as you were always getting attention, no matter where you went. So you have moved to Ponyville, where the Wonderbolts aren't as worshipped. But, what if there is one mare who does? What will happen? Why is she so willing to get close if she just met you? Are tacos better than burritos? Will I ever answer that last question? Read on!

--Just FYI this takes place about three months after FlutterYou. It isn't compulsory to read FlutterYou, but it might help. Like with FlutterYou, make sure to tear me apart for the stuff that isn't good. I can take it. I hate stuff being sugarcoated. If something is sh*t, don't hesitate to tell me so.--

Future Wonderbolt, coolness incarnate, and all-around awesome. Is it any surprise that everypony wants a piece of Rainbow Dash?

Not that she wants anypony to take a piece, mind you. All she wants to do is live her life. That's something she finds pretty hard to do when everypony she meets falls in love with her on sight, though...

A day-in-the-life story about an awesome pony in a crazy world.

Artwork by laberoon.deviantart.com

Wilmont, New York: A city torn by rough economic times, a high crime rate driven by anarchist gangs, and a newly elected mayor that seems to revel in stirring the pot of chaos.

This is the story about six seventeen-year old bronies: Carl, Ryan, James, Alex, Pete and Louis, and our six favorite cartoon ponies, who must work together to save this city from Discord.

Also the cover image is not made by me, I got it from the following source:
http://xthespot.blogspot.com/2011/06/behind-one-side-of-riot-mask.html

*******NOTE: This story is the edited version of what I posted onto this site before. I already posted it on this site a while ago and am now in the process of editing the story into shorter chapters (As well as improving the writing overall), which I will upload as I finish editing them.**************************

Twilight Sparkle's imagination as a child was unbelievable, probably due to all those books. Which also make up the amazing Fort Book, Twilightopia's first stronghold against the country of Armor! With the help of Captain Smartypants and Private Cadence, General Twilight defends her fort against her brother's advancing army of one!
A tale of Twi's childhood told from her point of view.

Inspired by the cover picture.

(Major spoilers in comments warning: Please avoid looking at comments to avoid spoilers!)

The production models served as 'companion' units. They provided tender love and caring to people that can't seem to get that from other people. The first version of the first model had a catchy nickname, 'Dash' or 'Dashie', that ended up getting adopted by the whole staff. Of course, the company planned Dash as merely the first of a whole set of bio-mechanical creatures, the later versions looking more humanoid.

In many ways, she worked beyond the company's wildest expectations. Everyone seemed to love her rainbow mane, her fluffy wings, her muscular hooves, and her infectious smile. They programmed her to love them back, of course. Still, the company had one fundamental problem. Dashe kept acting like she was real.

I wrote this for several reasons. First, I was recently banned by Poultron. So, I wrote a fanfic letting out the negative energy. Second, it's a sort of 'spiritual side-quel' to my story Love Can't Be Programmed. Third, I've been obsessed with Blade Runner lately. Fourth, I've always wanted to do my response to My Little Dashie. Thanks to Lucefudu for editing help. And thanks to everyone for reading.

Sometimes, it is better to speak without saying anything at all. But when not saying anything at all is the only option, it can make life much harder.

A man awakes in a new place, alone, yet not. Will he meet someone, or somepony, that will accept him for his differences?

Humans... humans are such a bizarre race. Capable of the greatest benevolence and the worst atrocities. And yet, they're so very predictable. For you see, while societies may die, and nations may crumble, one thing will remain constant: the desire to survive.

I should know. I was there when everything fell.

[2nd-Person Fic starring you and Vinyl Scratch]

Being a human, you are quite the unique specimen. Though you stand out among pastel-colored ponies in your wake, your form does allow for something many ponies aren't properly equipped for. A certain DJ took notice of this specialty, and decided to take you under her wing...

A/N: Just a simple one-shot with Vinyl Scratch. Yes, another story inspired by music. Seems to be my best inspiration, music does.

Rated [Saucy] by SFG's rating system. Be prepared for some heat!

Enjoy!

Artwork by ~zonybrony

When your life is as dull a gray as the world that surrounds you, the mundanities can make it all seem meaningless. Sometimes we need a couple drugs -- or six -- and maybe a pegasus, to reintroduce us to what truly makes life worth living.

We all know the story of My Little Dashie, but we have to ask, could such a phenomenon happen again? It does when one day, a man deprived of friends and a loving family his whole life finds the Cutie Mark Crusaders, far from home. Through caring for the three fillies, his life flies far past the limits of a certain popular fanfic, and divulges him into a new world that stuns and amazes him.
Though it starts off similar to My Little Dashie, I tried to stay original as possible. So you know, read my stuff, feel some feels, and have a nice day. I apologize in advance for cruddy grammar and the like.
cheers