It had been a few years since she was forced to leave the vault she called home, now people don't even know her name but the title she was given. A malfunction with a device she was given takes her to a land that is not like her own. How will she handle this new environment and these happy ponies?

One courier, one Queen, a simple delivery, and an incredible destiny. The Mojave Wasteland is a place filled with opportunity, danger, and adventure. For some, it is home. For others, a means for power. For the Courier? The birthplace of his legend.

Sia, formerly a raider in the Mojave Wastes, has found herself on the wrong side of everyones favourite Courier and Wanderer, Cassandra and Ethan Smith, as well as Equestria's Celestia and Twilight.

Thanks to a series of unfortunate event Sia will find herself involved in the ongoing struggle between a cult and a clan. Sia will have to figure out who to support while also learning how to fit into a world where ponies are actually occasionally civil.

All the while her past weighs heavily on her mind and in some ways is even more dangerous to her then the inhuman creatures inhabiting the strange land she’d ended up in.

A.N.~ As a Fallout related fic, and a Wanderings-verse fiction, expect common uses of curse words and occasional sexual references.

Edit: Now with JeffCvt as an editor as of March 10, 2014 GMT

In conjunction with the Wanderings-verse by ed2481

Who are you who does not know your history?

In the 24 years since the Day of Sunshine and Rainbows the NCR has expanded to control a large part of central Equestria. Throughout the land civilization has replaced savagery. Traders have replaced raiders. Deadly mutated bugs replaced with less deadly mutated bugs. Even slavery has been by and large stomped out. Ponies have even stopped referring to the "Equestrian Wasteland" and once again refer to it as simply "Equestria."

Well, at least in some parts. In areas outside the "Civilized Lands" raiders still run free and deadly creatures will still try and eat any living thing they come across. These are the regions that were out of range when the Gardens of Equestria spell was cast. They are still radioactive, tainted, and dangerous. It is at the heart of one of these areas, known as the San Palomino desert, that Stable 34 lies. And it is there that a crew of archaeologists from the Followers of the Apocalypse is being sent. Their goal is to reach Stable 34 and find out everything they can about it. But as it turns out, there is a lot more to the story of the San Palomino badlands than anyone had ever thought.

This story is a sequel to Light Wanderings

Ethan the Wanderer’s main adventure in Equestria may be over but that doesn’t mean that the tale ends there, oh no, it still goes on. These are the stories that were deemed either too inappropriate (not that way, get your minds out of the gutter) to put in the story or that I simply didn’t have time to get to. Needless to say that if you enter into this without having read either Light or Dark Wanderings then you’re going to be confused, but hopefully, it’ll entice you into checking them out. For those of you who have read them I hope you enjoy this romp through Ethan and Sparky’s travels and life. No, I have no idea how long it’s going to be, or how often I’ll update and keep in mind that this is my C story at the moment.

Expect silliness tempered by seriousness.

Oh, and sorry for the lack of good cover art, this was kind of spur of the moment... anyone willing to donate would be awesome

Midnight Page is not your average changeling. In truth he is only half changeling. His other half, while once pony has become something more. The dark pact and the double edged sword of gifts and curses it brought with it made with Nightmare Moon long ago during her original rise to power has prolonged his life far beyond what it should have been. However in a desperate attempt to preserve his sanity against the toll of the years, he has undergone a self induced amnesia and forgotten much of what he has learned over his lifetime. Through the bombardment of balefire bombs and the immediate fallout after words, he was kept in a protective cocoon and in a state of coma. But now Nightmare Moon wishes to once again establish an influence upon the world, and has awakened him to the remains of the world and her service. Join Midnight as he struggles with finding his true identity and purpose once again and dealing with the choices and actions he must take to survive in the Wasteland...

Horilous, a changeling spy, had been living in Equestria for years before the mega-spells hit. He had wormed his way into the Equestian Hierarchy. He had even gotten hired at the ministry of image. He fell asleep one night, ready for a promotion to manager in his local branch and the brand new pip-buck that came with it. He didn't wake up to that day. He awoke to pillars of radioactive fire, death, and destruction. His chitin was bleached, his body irradiated. However, the world didn't have the decency to let him die. He burrowed his way deep underground. He forced himself into hibernation, hoping the world he would wake up to would be the same he dreamt of days ago.

He would not…

Credit for the original idea goes to Tracer, a reddit friend of mine, who gave me the opportunity to continue his story.

In an isolated region near the southwestern coast of post-apocalyptic Equestria, a single Changeling has awoken. Unprepared and unaided except for an unknown voice in his head, he must survive the Wasteland’s horrors and find love in a land filled with hate.

This fanfiction is based on the fanfiction "Fallout Equestria," by Kkat, which can be found on Equestria Daily.

In this lightless world, the line between good and evil is not as clear as it used to be. I am no hero.
My name is Spring, and I am a bounty hunter in the Equestrian Wasteland.

Alternate link: Google Docs (NEW: sync'd to my PC - now with bleeding edge spellchecking)
Prior knowledge of Fallout: Equestria is advised but not mandatory.
Disclaimer: This story has nothing to do with Fifty Shades of Grey.

WDTP: S3E12\NC

My name is Aideen; I know, I know, it's a stupid name for a pony, and if you pronounce it wrongly it even sounds male, but let's not get sidetracked here. I've lived through multiple mental breakdowns and severe physical beatings, but who hasn't in the dear wastelands? I can, however, claim that I'm a unique nutcase; there's something that differentiates me from the regular nutcases out there: The same evil entity that transformed Princess Luna into Nightmare Moon once upon a time wants me to be her new host.
Uhm... fun stuff...

Rated teen for gore

original story by the one and only Kkat