The Frozen North, a freezing wasteland where almost nopony dared to tread even before The Great War.

Nestled in the center of the snow and ice was the industrial city of Stalliongrad. When the bombs fell, the city launched everything it had at the Zebra's, then went dark.

Ponies assumed that the city had been annihilated. They weren't far from the truth.

215 years after the bombs fell, the once great city lies in utter ruin, it's people forced underground into a web of Bunkers and empty Silos, forced to rely on life support system's that are coming apart at the seams.

Faced with an immanent failure of their Bunker's water talisman, Iceheart and her friends are sent to retrieve a new one from one of the Stable's.

Shouldn't be too hard, but nothing ever goes as planned in the Wasteland...

For the first time in years, all is well.
Princess Luna has returned.
The spirit of chaos has been imprisoned. Permanently.
The mad king of the Crystal Empire has been deposed and replaced by the Princess of love and her husband.
The changelings have been all but driven out of Equestria.
A new Princess has been crowned.
All is well.
That is, it was.
But now, the stars are falling.

During a exploration mission, the cruiser Elements of Harmony is attacked by an unknown foe and is forced to flee into an uncharted area of space.

What they find there will change everything...

Led by the unflappable Captain Rarity, and the other Elements, can the stranded ponies survive long enough to escape and find a way home?

The Pyro.
He is misunderstood. Judged by those who cannot see past the mask.
Sociopath, Pyromaniac, Unstoppable killing machine.
He is feared and hated by all that cross path's with him.

But what would happen if he encountered someone who doesn't hate him?

(Guess what everypony! You can decide what happens in the story! Explanation is in the story.)

All I wanted was to live the rest of my days in relative peace.
Is that too much to ask?
I tried to escape the demons of my past, but they followed me, even to this rural little town.
I must take up arms once again.
My name is Iron-Wing, and this is my story.

Equestria is coming apart at the seams. Discord cultists and Terrorists claim the lives of more and more innocent ponies every day. The Royal and Lunar Guard have been all but annihilated, and the Mane 6 have been forced into hiding. As if all that wasn't enough, ancient evils are awakening.
It should be an even fight...

Octavia just wants to get some shopping done. Get in and get out. Naturally, that's not going to happen. Especially not when Vinyl like's to look with her hooves, not her eye's.
2 mare's
1 superstore
Hilarity ensues.