I had found friends in Pinkie Pie, Apple Jack, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash and Rarity. They had helped me with more than I dared hope for.

Then they helped me build up a self-esteem I thought I could never have had. I may have helped them with a few things, I could admit to this much.

In the end, I had found something more, Rarity. Is it too much to ask, but she seems to know me better than I had thought.

A short little romance about Rarity and Fluttershy's trip to a hot spring in lieu of their weekly spa date. Will Fluttershy be able to overcome the voice inside her head telling her she's not good enough?

Cover art by megasweet, colored by explosivegent, edited by myself (art used without express permission)

A series of short scenes, snippets and skits - attached to various episodes - following a behind-the-scenes relationship between Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash.

Inspired by Bookplayer's "The Appledash Project", which encouraged me to try the same premise with another ship!

Many thanks (once again) to kas92 for the lovely cover image!

I'm not you. Your Rainbow, and I'm Fluttershy, were quite the opposite. But through the years I wonder why I still love you still even though you were arrogant and selfish.

I stood with you because I love you, and I will stand with you in your dying moments.

Edited by Jubillee Guilder!! Here's the link to this wonderful user:http://www.fimfiction.net/user/Jubilee+Glider.

(Flutterdash.)

Dear Spike,

I'm writing you this letter to tell you the story of your parents. I know that I promised to tell you, tell you but this, I guess, will have to do.

It's not a happy story but you need to know what happened to them.

A cataclysmic event has extinguished all life on earth... except for Twilight Sparkle, the former princess of friendship. But that doesn't stop her on June 21st. She makes the most of it on a very special day.

Fallen Angel has been an orphan all her life. Her body has not grown like that of other fillies or colts so she is frequently bullied for allegedly looking like a foal when she is truthfully older than some of the other fillies and colts who are awaiting loving parents to bring them into their homes.

Fall has become so accustomed to mistreatment that she doesn't know what to do when a kindhearted unicorn happens to come to her rescue and start her on a path of love, kindness, and friendship.

This story was written for and about the characters of Ari Angelcub. The artwork of Fall, used in this image, was drawn by Ari Angelcub, too. You can learn more about Ari by visiting http://ari-angelcub.tumblr.com/.

Everyone has dreams: dreams of grandeur, fame, wonder, and glory. The ultimate desire is to have the best dreams become reality. And while some wish they could never wake up, dreams can sometimes only remain in one's head.

Applejack is 135 years old and is dying.

For Twilight it is especially hard as she is the last of her friends as the rest have already gone on to the Pasturelands. She's now feeling the full affects of being immortal: the continual loss of friends and love ones. To her immortality seems like a curse.

But a pony from their share past comes to visit and tests her resolve on whether immortality really is a curse.

This story is a sequel to Far From Her Mountain Home

We hear stories on the wind about such events, of families torn apart by violence and abuse. It's one thing to hear about it in the news or from a neighbor. It's another to live it. To know that each day you will have to live in the center of it, and you know you might not make it out alive. Each day kills you more and more, and you don't tell anypony because you know it will only cause you larger problems, so you keep quiet. You lower your head and don't say a word. I know this, because I survived it.

My name is Pipp, a light blue unicorn mare with a sky blue mane and tail, and this is my story.

Trigger warning: contains strongly implied rape and child abuse.

Another back story of my third DnD character! Also, explaining the name and the image would be spoilers, so complaining means you didn't read it! Shame on you!