He never loses a fight.
He can walk through camps of Raiders and defeat them without firing a single bullet.
He has been banned from all of the Strip's casinos, twice.
Someone once reported that bullets turn around and jump back into the gun when he is fired at.
He has survived nearly everything, hardly breaking a sweat all the while.
So what will happen when his luck finally runs out?

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Story complete on its birthday!

You should probably play New Vegas before reading this.

"Happy fuckin' Birthday you glorious bastard of fiction"
~T6, 11/26/2015

Autumn Mist is not your average twelve-year-old unicorn. She has recently been accepted into the most advanced magic school in Equestria, located in Littlehorn Valley.

Misty's thoughts are on an Equestrian hero this day. She shares with her friends her own hopes and dreams of one day being just like her idol. As doubt creeps into her mind, Misty must reconsider her concept of what being a hero truly means.

When tragedy strikes at the school, how will this affect Misty’s view of her heroine? Is a pony still a hero even if they can’t be there to save everyone?

Editing and review credit goes to my development team:
Pawz, onlyanorthernsong, DuvetofReason, TundraStanza

Last-minute feedback credit goes to:
Windmill 7, Between Lines, Bad Dragon, PrinceUniversa, Jordan179, and Fervidor.

Original credit for Nyx and the Littlehorn event itself go to Pen Stroke and Kkat respectively.

This story follows an earth pony plumber or "mechanic" fresh out of Stable 45 named Speak Easy,
or 'Spaz' if you want to annoy him.
He's attempting to make a living in the harsh reality that is the Wasteland.
A virgin of the waste, if you will.
No wait, that's not very good terminology...

Speak Easy doesn't have much of a goal other than you know,
not die.
Even though he has less survival skills then a legless sheep trying to fight against a pack of wolves...

But hey, if a Pipbuck technician can do it...

Follow him through his "journey" as he attempts to make a living doing Odd Jobs with some griffin who keeps on changing her name that he befriended out of pure chance, meeting strangers and making friends (that sometimes want to kill him) as he discovers the wasteland and the many living, usually deadly creatures that inhabit it.

The setting of this story will mainly take place in The Long Walk, where trade rules;
and where there's money, there's bandits, raiders, and poverty.
Keep in mind to stay close to the road, because there are things roaming the plains that are much scarier than a group of bloodthirsty raiders.

This is a fan story based off of Kkat's Fallout:Equestria, so if you haven't read that yet, please do that now.
I don't really know how much this story relates to or follows the lore of FoE or the other amazing side-stories like Project Horizons, Pink Eyes, Heros, Murky Number Seven, etc.
but it should still pan out well hopefully and be a fun read

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Author's note: feel free to add any ideas you have for new chapters in the comments, my motivation to write these chapters are mostly fueled by your suggestions and comments. Your ideas might even be incorporated into a chapter!

Braeburn never thought things would end up as they did, ever since he was forced to join the army against his will, it's been nothing but a complete rut for him for the past two years. Still, it's not all bad, his service is about to end, and he could have his old job back in Ironshod industries. Just one last mission to take care of, and everything should go back to normal.

Sure, the war with the Zebras was taking a turn with for the scary, but it's not that bad, ponies still lived their lives as best they could even with the war going on. After all, it's not like the Zebras would blow themselves up with everypony else right?

Oh, how wrong he was....

With thanks to Prince Universa for pre-reading.

Cover art done by me.

Based off of Kkat's Fallout Equestria. Prior reading of said story is welcomed, but you don't need too to enjoy this one.

NOTE: This is still "Legends of Transylvania." You're not crazy, the story has been renamed. I just liked the original name more, so I deleted the old story and kept the name for the official story moving forward.

Stories are passed down generation after generation. Over time the tales become mixed and confused, sometimes forgotten. History gets intertwined with legend and turned into simple mare's-tales spoken to young ones at night. Details may be forgotten - however, the weight of which they warn is not.

Stable 17 was built in secret within the region of Transylvania in northwestern Equestria, safely situated between the base of Smokey Mountain and Vanhoover. The one and only Stable of its kind, it was built to protect the native thestral ponies who resided in the area in the event of a catastrophic war. These ponies -- commonly known as 'bat ponies' by the other races of Equestria -- sported fangs and leathery wings. They were secluded and otherwise shunned by their neighboring ponies, but under the reign of Princess Luna, a brief chance was given to preserve their future.

Transylvania, with its economy driven mainly by farming, saw little to no action in the war and was blissfully spared by the balefire that consumed Equestria. Though no bomb fell in the region, the destructive magical radiation from the bombings still seeped across the mountains. The thestrals of Transylvania holed themselves within their protective ring of mountains, never daring to explore the wastes that lay beyond.

Midnight Wind, at least that's what they call me. I grew up within the confines of Stable 17 where I was certain I would live peacefully and die peacefully, all alone as an outcast among my people. See, I was born among my thestral kind but for some reason or another, I popped out of the womb as half a pegasus. Maybe it was genetics, maybe it was destiny, all it did was make my life miserable.

Things got worse when the Overmare learned that I was elected to take her position, she wasn't too happy. I was forced out of the stable, finding myself stuck out in the open world of the Transylvanian wasteland. I had no supplies, no friends, and no knowledge of the new world before me. With a grievous wound received upon my escape, my life was sure to end quickly.

Well, my life would have ended if it wasn't for another pony who was kicked out with me; none other than Scarlet Rose, the Overmare's own sister. A mare who seemed to blame all of her woes on me.

Things would only continue to spiral for me as I became plagued with visions and dreams of another era. Stories of alicorns, wars, and the fate of thestrals on the brink of disaster.

Night by night, secrets tucked away within the forested overgrowth of Transylvania's lands began to become ever present. Every step that Scarlet and I took seemed to whisper the tales of legends. Scarlet and I not only had to overcome our own differences, but together we would soon be tasked to protect the sovereignty of Transylvania. Maybe even the very existence of our dying thestral race.

Huge-normous thanks to Kkat for creating the world of Fallout Equestria!

Thanks to all of you crazies who stuck around for this story to revive itself. Seriously.

*COPYRIGHT*
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO HASBRO INC. FOR OWNERSHIP OF "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Black Horse was one of the few ponies raised by the Bison Tribe of the western wasteland. Surrounded by untimely death he was considered cursed by his tribe and left to the lone care of his adoptive sister. On the day that he gets his cutie mark he embarks on a quest that will take him across the Equestrian wasteland. Armed only with his wits, (and a bit of magic) he will come to find about his past, his future, and the secret of the stars. A story set in the universe created by KKat, and a few others.

It’s been four years since the Lightbringer walked the Wasteland, shaking the world to its very core. Now however, the forces of change have begun to stagnate. With the fall of the Enclave and Red Eye and division of the Steel Rangers, numerous factions have risen to take their places. Fighting to gain freed power and resources reaches from the streets of Fillydelphia and Manehattan, to the southern borders of the fledgling New Canterlot Republic, and even north into what remains of the Crystal Empire.

A chapter of Steel Rangers, turned on by their own kind and forsaken by Wastelanders, travel north into the icy wastes, following intelligence of a preserved Stable buried beneath the abandoned crystal city of Amor. However, the ponies of Stable 13 aren’t the shrinking violets usually found in the great underground shelters.

For forty years, parties of Stable 13’s dwellers have traveled the Wasteland, moving among the shadows as average merchants, mercenaries, and raiders. Keeping their true nature and origin secret as they gathered materials and equipment to keep their home intact. The Rangers would not be able to simply waltz into their abode without paying a steep price in blood.

In the end, few survive the battle and those that do are left to the frozen wastes to be hunted by a sadistic mercenary named Wintermail. She searches for information once thought long lost, held by a mare believed to be long dead. Now, a shadow of Old Equestria and a young star of the future must fight for survival and struggle to find a place in a world falling into the grips of chaos.

Will the wheels of change bring about a great new era or grind the Wasteland into oblivion?

Newly rewritten as of 1-7-18 See here.

Formerly Preread/Edited by:
ClickClackTheBrony

Cover Art by Hoodwinked Tales

High Honors to Kkat
However, I still feel like expressing special thanks to:
Somber - FO:E Project Horizons
NCMares - Night Mares
The Price of Loyalty crew
Alaxsxaq - The Wanderer of the North
Christian Cerda - My Little Portal
And two years ago me that reveled in edge like it was no one's business

This is the original version of the first story I've ever written, over the course of three months as a brand new writer in late 2014.

I'm including these chapters here as a record of how the story looked when it began. This was the prototype for what would, over many years, become Black Feather. The story has gone through multiple complete rewrites, but this was the initial version. Enjoy reading my clumsy first steps into the world of writing!

Note: I will make the chapters visible again after Black Feather is published to avoid spoilers.

Commissioned cover art by SilFoe
Special thanks to onlyanorthernsong for encouraging me to write this and helping to envision Pen Stroke's Nyx as an adult.
Extra thanks to Pen Stroke for permission to write the adult version of his character Nyx.

Set Fifty years after the events of Fallout Equestria, the Wasteland is slowly beginning to heal. Communities and settlements are growing and as ponies strive to do better, to be better, vice and sin is always there to hinder them. Sandy Tops, a unicorn prostitute on the isle of Sunny Days knows this better than most ponies. She has seen ponies come to the island seeking fortune and adventure only to be chewed up and spat out into the ghetto shores where poverty and disease reigns. Sandy expected her life to end where it began on the island servicing paying clients until she's too old and broken to be of much use. That is until a tragedy propels her to flee the island and seek a haven in the mainland that is the Equestrian Wasteland. However, her past is never too far behind . . .

Many thanks to Kkat for creating such a brilliant world. Also, thanks to Fantasia Archsage for proofreading.

Crossword is a Steel Ranger in training. Being born into the Far South Contingent as an initiate, she had only one goal in her life: To don the uniform of the Steel Ranger's and bring order the Wastelands of the Far South and beyond.
However she lacks many of the practical skills needed for a ranger, being better suited as a scribe. She needs the adventure, and the only way to prove herself is to be brave.
Little does she know that the honourable Steel Rangers of the Far South Contingent that she had learned about in books and training, are only a fraction of the actual truth.

What will she discover, what will she become and will she follow her heart?

Expect the same sort of level of gore in the original Fallout: Equestria story, but dulled down to teen level, if there is a demand for more detail, let me know in the comments

Also go easy on the criticism, I really appreciate those who correct grammar and spelling and missing ponyisms, but don’t be too harsh, I'm open to suggestions always

Story inspired by Kkat's popular story Fallout: Equestria. I recommend reading it first before reading the Prologue. It's long, but so worth it :)

Fallout: Equestria by Kkat