Dear [ Rarity ],

It is my sad duty to inform you that your services as Defender of Equestria are no longer required. Your employment was terminated as of three hours before you received this notice. Do not bother to collect your belongings.

In consideration of your years of service to the former management, I have decided, out of the goodness of my heart, to grant you a most generous retirement package: an all-expense paid, permanent vacation for you and you alone to [ a flea-bitten circus on the planet Earth, at the height of the Disco Era ].

Have fun!

Sincerely yours,

D.

President and CEO of Equestria Discorporated

The [AU] tag is there because, as the above quote indicates, this story includes a pre-reformed Discord, circa late Season Two.

What happens when 200 talking, cursing, and fighting spheres show up, asking to "gib clay," and "pay debts?" It's a ridiculous question, but that's just what happened what day...

Vinyl and Octavia sit down and eat some breakfast cereal. Nothing ensues.

Now with a (somewhat unconventional) reading on YouTube.

Trainbow Dash is the fastest train in Equestrain, or so she thinks. Does she have the horsepower it takes to transport her next cargo in only ten seconds flat? Get ready, because this locomotive is about to dash off the rails!

Thanks to the great bearded one known only as Obselescence for his help editing.

Also, I blame Pav Feira, and you should too!

A man, well-traveled, finally goes to see his heroes.

What he finds when he gets there will surprise him

Written WAYYYY past my bedtime, which is the best time for fic's like this.

Everypony in the club? Yes?
Good. On with the synthesizers.
Octavia, "Call me 8-B3AT", Melody runs the sound-desk; every night hundreds of expectant ponies lend her their ears and every night she delivers, her masterful hooves spinning complex electronic beats on the mixing boards of La Maison Nuit: Canterlot's most popular, and most exclusive, nightclub.
But tonight there's an extra pony in the club, a friend of the owner, apparently, but acting far from ecstatic. One morose mare taking in nothing more than scotch and soda is not something Octavia is ready to tolerate.

Between sets it's time to lift the shades, drop the hood and party down.
Nopony's going to be unhappy on her watch, and she took lessons from the Party Pony herself.
Oh yes.

CyanAeolin (on deviantart) is responsible for the wonderful cover art which was the inspiration to write this thing in the first place. And I must agree with him: Octavia is best pony.

Edit: Wow, front-page feature. Thanks for the support you guys!

Just for fun, Spike and Twilight try to write a Power Ponies fanfiction. Simple and easy fun, right?

Nope.

There are a few things about the fanfiction world Twilight needs to learn if she wants ponies to like her story.

Now with a French translation!

Twilight has been defeated and now no pony can stand in Tirek's way.

Thankfully, He-Man is no pony!

Stay in school, kids!

A collaboration with RainbowBob. He is handsome. But not as handsome as He-Man.

On a hot summer day, Rarity decides to make milkshakes for her wonderful assistants, Sweetie Belle and Spike.

Big mistake.

Now the three of them must defend her yard from an invading herd of boys.

This is one of my "I give up completely" stories, so just have fun with it.

Princess Celestia orders the invasion of Earth. Things don't go as planned.