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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.

I'm in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of orifices I didn't know I had. Why am I there? Why is Rainbow Dash sitting in the corner?

Why is she crying?

Trees shorter than they should be, buildings smaller than preferred, a world filled with creatures bigger than him, yet others are near microscopic from his perspective.

Trying to find out where he should fit in is hard, because he is not too small, but most definitely bigger than most. Once he connects to the dominant civilization, a whole new world of opportunities is revealed before him.

He will walk as a giant. He will walk with giants. He will walk alone.

Edited by Newbiedoodle, CheesewedgeFTW, Immortan Joe, and Silas

Rainbow Dash has asked her close friend for help dressing up! Dash says it's for an event, but she's asking for his help for other reasons...

My name is Captain Ares Andrews. I'm an AH-64 Apache pilot attached to the 101st Airborne division in Ft Campbell Kentucky. I'm not suffering PTSD, I didn't get sucked through a portal, or any of that nonsense. In fact, the last time I even heard the name 'Rainbow Dash', I was a college kid. That show went off the air like five years ago! But, regardless of when the last time I dove into the land of pony art and stories was, it doesn't change the fact that I have something in my house that fans of the show would probably kill for. And I have no idea how she got here, when she's leaving, whether or not she's even real. But she's here alright.

After an injury at work sends you to the hospital, your loving mare Rainbow Dash decides to pay you a visit.

Please Note That This Story Is Cute For The Sake Of Cute.
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During his final moments, Mentor Assassin, Altair Ibn-La'Ahad begins to prepare his end after a long and hard life. As he starts to pass, the assassin is thrown in a land unknown to him. Startled by this discovery, Altair learns that he is in a place called Equestria, a foreign land inhabited by ponies as well as other creatures seeming impossible. Altair only questions his purpose in a land that hasn't known war in one thousand years.

Assassin's Creed and it's character belong Ubisoft

My Little Pony belong to Hasbro

Something I thought of and typed up out of boredom while I was sick. Ratings and reviews are appreciated.

You didn't buy Rainbow Dash a Hearts and Hooves day present.

And now she won't let you come inside.

Few weather conditions are quite so perilous as a raging snowstorm and even Rainbow Dash herself must admit defeat in the face of its might. Taking refuge with you in your home, the evening is spent sharing drinks and talking about some of the world's most important matters.

A very early piece of writing from the AiE threads (they might still have been Rainbro, at the time). I sat down one winter evening and wrote this with no real purpose for it save to elicit some warm feelings.
As with all of them, it's second person with you as Anon, a human.

I'm not terribly proud of this, given its age and quality but it's something to get the ball rolling here.