This is not your typical love story. This is not a story where upon realizing my feelings for Rainbow Dash, I confess my love to her and she confesses back and we live happily ever after. This is a story about my infatuation with my best friend, and my constant fear of letting that secret out. Love isn't always an easy path to take, and it sure as hell ain't no sunshine and fairy tales.

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Rated Teen for cursing and adult themes.

Oh, jeez. I made a humanized AppleDash fic. It's okay, let the dislikes rain down upon me. I've prepared myself. *Opens up umbrella x.x*

This story is a sequel to First Meeting

Years have passed since Octavia Philharmonica and Vinyl Scratch first met on the platforms of Canterlot Station. In the short time that they spent together, they became the best of friends. Then they separated, both of them returning to their homes, meeting one another with less and less frequency as time went on. Within a few years, they had only memories of each other, impressions of the fillies that they used to be.

And then they met again, in the hallways of the Canterlot Conservatory.

Celestia likes her routine. Tax reforms, grants, laws and construction projects are all a princess needs to be content.

It's just her luck that for Pinkie Pie, "content" is not nearly enough.

Following a grievous heart condition, a dramatic surgery, and an unbearably-long recovery period, Applejack finally returns home from the hospital. She returns, however, a mere shadow of her former self. With so many weeks in bed, she finds herself without stamina, constantly in pain, and more tired than she's ever been. And what's worse is her inability to return to her normal life.

There is one pony, however, who is not willing to sit on the sidelines and watch her friend destroy herself. Rainbow Dash has never been a patient pony, and is determined to help reignite her friend's dampened spirits by whatever means necessary. But hearts never heal quickly, and the pegasus may have her own wounds to wrestle with along the way.

"Awkward, but worth it."
This is the phrase Twilight Sparkle used when Rainbow Dash first attempted to work up the courage to confess her love for Applejack. Rainbow quickly realized that she was right--it was awkward, but worth it. What she didn't realize was just how applicable that statement would be throughout all her life. That first conversation. That first kiss. That first night spent together. That time Apple Bloom walked in on them. That first apology after their first argument. The arrival of that acceptance letter. And on so many more occasions.
Throughout it all, Rainbow kept smiling.
It was awkward, yes. At times so much so that she wished she could sink into the ground and disappear forever.
But in the end, every time--every time--it was always so very, very worth it.

Rainbow Dash finds herself terrified of one of her best friends without cause or reason. What follows is how she deals with the unlikely situation with the help of her friends.
Contains unrepentant Appledash, sex themes and implied and inferred violence. Nothing graphic, but probably worth a gore tag.

A tale of two friends, a jacket and a car.

This story is a sequel to Race the Wind

Nothing could be better for Soarin'. He's a famous athlete, he's rich, and has the mare of his dreams. Life seems to be perfect.
However, after a night of passion with Spitfire results in some 'complications', the blue Wonderbolt needs to make a choice between his love and his career...

It started out innocently enough. Rainbow Dash received a prank love letter, and decided to laugh about it with Applejack. Problem is, it wasn't a prank; and Applejack had been the one who sent it.

Now Applejack has disappeared, and Rainbow Dash is determined to find her and bring her back.

Because they're friends. Yeah. Friends.

Special thanks to TwilightUCrazy for the idea and invaluable suggestions for this story.

They call it the Starlight Rose. Roseluck sells them at her shop, although she only has one a day.

Everypony has at least heard the rumors about what happens to those who buy the rose and sleep alone. Could one simple blossom truly bring secret fantasies to life, if only for a night?

Only Roseluck knows for sure.

(A collaboration between myself and Einhander.)