In a post-apocolyptic future, new enemies will be born out of the darkness, and new stones will be unturned. One changeling mare, in the midst of civil war, becomes the stepping stone to a day where Equestria will be scorned once more.
Other than cookies, I like ponies. And other supposedly feminine things. Fallout Equestria stories are particlar favourites of mine, and I am currently in the works of my own.