The new Princess of Equestria, Twilight Sparkle, gains a plumb assignment on the Board of Directors of the Federal Equestrian Reserve. After serving for a few weeks, she finds herself growing more and more interested in Fancy Pants, another key member giving economic advice, and the feelings seem to be mutual. This particular economic study session, discussing a new monetary policy measure, will turn out oddly, well, kinky.

You've popped into Equestria one fateful afternoon. You don't know if it's a dream, a coma fantasy, some kind of interplanetary vortex trip, or what, but you just have to deal with it. Immediately heading to Twilight's library after meeting some bickering fillies, you feel ready for whatever this strange place can throw at you. However, you find that you'll face some problems with communication. The ponies should hear you speaking perfect English to them. Right?

This is a loose spiritual sequel to my fics A Realistic Note About Compatibility and Not So Macintosh. I have no idea where the image is from. Thanks for reading.

There's hardly anything that one can say when one loses somepony close to them, a special pony that captured a key place in one's heart. There's hardly anything that one can even think, trying to clear one's mind and get just a little bit of solace. Sunbury Sparkle, a cousin of Princess Sparkle, has suffered through a lot of problems. Therapy with Nurse Redheart has helped a lot, though.

One fateful afternoon, she tries to break through in a major way with him. Sunbury, already going through the anniversary of a suicide attempt the previous month, feels at least willing to listen. He just has to let himself think things through.

This is a sequel to my previous fanfic When You Fall, I Can't Catch You. Both stories are partly personal memoirs and feature references to the Cyndi Lauper song "Time After Time". The artwork comes from Wikimedia Commons, a great media source. Thanks very much for reading.

Nurse Redheart feels herself overcome by emotion as she writes a letter about one of her adolescent patients, a Ponyville stallion with Hooftington roots named Sunbury Sparkle who just so happens to be Twilight’s cousin. She’s had to do this countless times before, but every patient has their own, compelling story. Some mean more to her than most.

It probably goes without saying that this is mostly autobiographical, with things such as the timing of events and such jumbled about. It’s also a loose sort of spiritual sequel to my very first fanfic, Rarity’s Raspberries. I’d like to thank all of my fimfiction friends for their care and support. I’m also indebted to the work Against Depression by Dr. Peter Kramer. Thanks very much for reading.

P.S. Why the hay does Nurse Redheart have no character selection icon?

Fluttershy discovers a cheerleader outfit, a nice gift from Angel that literally fell out the sky. She's already been worrying about her upcoming date with Big Mac, their one month anniversary, and she wonders what to do. Fluttershy decides to put the outfit to its proper use. Meanwhile, the Cutie Mark Crusaders are up to no good as usual.

This is inspired by the many "Pony X Discovers/Makes/Uses a Y" stories that have proliferated lately such as those by Art Inspired. It's also inspired by a particular image posted by Braeburned on /mlp/ as well as a classic piece of 80s pop. Thanks for reading.

Sweetie Belle has long wondered what secrets Scootaloo hides in her diary. The young pegasus has spent idle moments jotting down notes on pieces of paper before keeping them close, making romantic gazes at the blank sky. Finally, with both Scootaloo and Applebloom occupied, Sweetie has her chance.

This is a hopefully light-hearted jab of me against ImJustAnotherBrony. It's also a sequel to my previous story "Cutie Mark Crusader Fanfiction Writers Go!". Thanks for reading.

Sometimes, the daily routine can sound a bit dull. Luckily, Pinkie Pie decides to add some musical accompaniment to her friends' day to spice things up. Twilight and Fluttershy aren't so sure if this is a good idea.

I wrote this with my brain turned off because I felt like kicking myself in the bum, basically. I've been inspired by GroverKent's song "Foxes" as well as from material written by my good friend TheBandBrony. Thanks for reading. Also, please don't hate me for uploading this when it's still incomplete.

After Rarity rescued you from the Everfree Forest and nursed you back to health, you have served loyally as her assistant. Humans in Equestria seem to be a far more common thing that you'd first thought, and life has seemed pretty good albeit also pretty boring. However, Rarity comes in one day to tell you that she's signed up for a same-sex ballroom dance that she cannot miss, but her human partner has skipped out at the last moment. Thus, she has turned to you.

Although you're not really that keen on being dressed up and made out like a woman, you can't say "no" to a date with someone you love as much as Rarity. You hope that cross-dressing will at least be fun, and maybe Rarity will reward your open-mindedness later on, as the party breaks up.

This is rated 'teen' for 'not yet'. Thanks for reading. Please be warned that I wrote this with my brains partly turned off.

Twilight has gotten rather tired of having to deal with all these humans sent over into Equestria. Dozens of them pop up in the oddest places week after week, from rustling atop trees to sliding across roofs to sloshing around inside bird baths, and she has the unenviable task of getting them assimilated into Equestrian society before they can be sent home. She does her best, knowing at least that some humans take to things better than others. Seriously, bronies, stop sending these humans to Equestria-- you're making her feel sad.

I've been suffering from writer's block for a long time. So, I've decided to write a story making fun of myself and my silly ideas about humans amidst ponies. For the record, this is my second story referring to Wham's "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" because... yeah. Thanks for reading.

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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.