Rainbow Dash was the Iron Wing. She was a war hero, the Slayer of Shadows, the Liberator of the Crystal Empire, the Wrath of Celestia. And depending on who you ask, she still is.

But the war is over. There's little need for a pony like her in peacetime. So she keeps telling herself that she needs to adjust, that she needs to find a new role to fill in the world that she saved. But Equestria seems content to let her remain what she has become, even though they have no need of a warrior.

"This isn't how it's supposed to be", is something she keeps telling herself. But every time she says it, the only thing she can reply is, "so what should it be?"

One whole year after the close of the war, and Rainbow Dash still doesn't have the answer.

Art by NCMares.

Lapis-Lazuli Presents...
Celestia and Chrysalis take tea together, and find they have more in common than either could have imagined.

Contest entry for EFNW Pre-Con Writing Contest 2015.
I didn't win anything. Screw contests.
Edited by Inky Jay, Mr. Numbers, Auburn Arc and Figments.

"Would you tell anypony if you knew the world was going to end, Twilight Sparkle?"

Equestria, desperate, trapped in a four-year aerial conflict against an enemy they can not beat, seeks an end to the war. Now, hundreds of miles from Equestrian soil, deep within the enemy's barren, mountainous land, an attack on the enemy force is their last option.

Slipstream’s success and the survival of her fleet, the last of Equestria’s worthy airships and captains, is based solely on the element of surprise and her own ability as fleet commander. But her fleet of the best of what’s left may not be enough to put an end to the war once and for all.

Two hundred years. That's how long it's been since Discord was freed, how long it's been since he agreed to spread his power across Equestria to help preserve the Balance. At least, that's how the legend goes. Nopony believes in Discord anymore. He's just a myth, a fable meant to scare fillies and colts to sleep at night. A metaphor for the terrifying prospect of war.

Of course, that's how he likes it. It makes his job a lot easier, and his sales go a lot farther. Anything under the sun, be it love, or money, or fame, or eternal life, it can be bought at cost. And there is always a cost. And the good Doctor, as he is now known, will be more than happy to sell it to you.

So, step into this small town with us, see what deals can be made, and remember to always read the fine print. After all, the good Doctor will always give you what you want. But you should be careful what you wish for.

One foggy morning in Ponyville, the residents wake up to find their deepest darkest secrets sloppily written in red paint on their homes. No one knows who the culprit was, the only thing that the town knows is that it will not come off, no matter how hard you scrub. The town is baffled, humiliated, and in shambles. But no more than Twilight and her friends.

In a time where everything you fought to keep hidden is out into the open, will you embrace your faults or sins, or will you let them consume just who you really are?

Time to fess up, Ponyville.

Thanks to ThePristineEye for the coverart!

Also thanks to Kleora for editing!

Oh, and Skeeter The Lurker for proofreading.

When Twilight's latest spell goes predictably awry, she ends up swapping bodies with all three of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. At the same time.

Written for the Body Swap Writing Contest

Sometimes I just hated going to school with all of those stupid foals. None of them were as pretty or awesome as I was back then. They all thought that I was really mean to them, but what did they know?

At least, that's what I thought at the time. One day I had to have a talk with Ms. Cheerilee about it, and I didn't like what she had to say...

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Now with a dramatic reading!

While cleaning up after a particularly hectic Cutie Mark Crusader sleepover, Rarity and Apple Jack stumble across a couple of toy lightsabers. Havoc ensues.

Pony Joe awakens before the dawn each morning, readies himself for his day, and then walks through Canterlot's cold and silent streets to his doughnut shop.

Life has become pretty mundane for Joe, but as he serves his customers and chats with his regulars he realizes that he has come to rely on that repetition...he relies on it to keep from remembering.

As a casual utterance by a new customer sends Joe into a spiral of haunting memories we learn about his life...and what he must give up if he wishes to move beyond his past.