Fallout Equestria: New Horizons sample

Here's a sample of my upcoming story Fallout Equestria: New Horizons.

Amusement parks were a joy of the old world, an entire small community made to do nothing but bring fun and joy to ponies. Roller Coasters for thrills, games for testing skills, and bumper cars for jills. So it was only right that the Wasteland took such a fun place and twists it into a fucked up mirror image of itself.

What was once a place for families to gather and enjoy their weekends, where lovers found each other, where dreams came true, became a nightmare. The worst scum of the Wasteland had found its ruins, repurposing it into their little fun park from hell. Bumper cars that were once used for playful fun became a twisted version of themselves with ponies tied to the front of the karts with spikes placed on their stomachs. Raiders cheered and laughed as their friends rammed the karts into each other, impaling the pony on the front again and again. One stallion, unfortunately, survived the rams to scream in pain after each hit. 

The shooting gallery became target practice for the raiders, dead bodies tied to targets, raiders bringing their guns and ammo for the extra fun. Those who landed headshots got prizes.

And to top it off the rollercoaster that had long fallen into ruin became host to hanged ponies. Their body swung back and forth in the wind as birds picked at them.  At the front of this nightmare land was a sign, Pinkie Pie’s house of fun and smiles! It read under the image of a Pink mare with puffy hair, her face forever gasping happily at new arrivals.

One of the ponies in a cage huffed as they were pulled through the front gate. They were a mix of ponies from all walks of life, raiders, scavengers, mercs. All brought here to be the main event. They were dragged through the land of horrors until they reached their final destination, a large tent that sat in the heart of the madness. colored in a pink striped pattern with flags in it made the tent look inviting a bit, a bit.

The cage was dragged into the tent, revealing to its occupants the sounds and noise of the circus. Raider ponies in clown makeup perform tricks on tripwire, a mare wearing an eyepatch fed ponies heads to a Radbear in a cage. Ponies cheered and stomped from beaches at every incident, creating a wave throughout the whole tent. 

But the star of the show for which every pony’s attention was mostly on was the mare sitting in the center. She was pale pink with a purplish mane, sky blue eyes, with a pure white suit and top hat. She was the spitting image of the mare that was pasted on every sign in the park, Pinkie Pie.

“ARE YOU READY EVERY PONY FOR THE MAIN EVENT!” She shouted into a microphone to the cheers of hundreds of raider ponies. “I SAID ARE YOU READY FOR THE MAIN EVENT!” A rhythmic ‘yes’ roared from the crowd. “THEN THIS GET THIS PARTY ON THE ROAD!” She pointed to the cage as it was brought next to her. “TONIGHT WE’RE HAVING SPECIAL, PONY FIRED OUT OF A CANNON!” She pointed to three light blue cannons pointed toward a wooden target that stood at the other end of the tent, spikes covering most of it except the middle. “THE OBJECTIVE FOR OUR LITTLE PONIES IS TO SURVIVED BEING FIRED OUT THESE HERE CANNONS, IF THEY HIT THE BULLSEYE WE LET THEM GO, IF NOT WELL THAN TARGET IS GOING TO HAVE SOME NICE DECORATIONS.”

The cage door was open, the ponies dragged out in a line by the chains connected to their hooves. Pinkie looked them over, hoof swinging back and forth between them. “LET’S SEE HERE, ANY, MINY, MIGHTY, MOLE. YOU!” She pointed to a red mare with a scar on her neck. “YOUR IT!”

“Wait, I want to join your gang. I can be useful, I’m a good sniper.” She protested as the raider clown unhooked her chains from the rest. “You don’t gotta do this!”

“OH EVERY PONY WE GOT A CRY BABY OVER HERE!” that got the whole circus laughing and egging her to do it. “LET’S SEE HOW MUCH SHE CRIES FLYING THROUGH THE AIR!”

“You pink cunt! You won’t get away with this! You hear me!” She hurled insult after insult as she was pulled off. She fought as they loaded her into the canon with one clown having to bite her to shove her in. “You're all going to die, you hear me! My boss will send a raiding party and kill all of you! Your heads will be put on spikes, you hear me bitch!”

“YOU HEAR THAT EVERY PONY, SHE WANTS TO GET IMPALED. NOW THAT’S DEDICATION TO ENTERTAINING THE CROWD.”  Pinkie barrel rolled over to the cannon’s ignition sting and pulled it like a mad mare. “WELL LET’S GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS FOLKS!”

With a loud boom the red mare was sent flying through the air towards the target, screaming all the way.  She landed with a spat against the floor. “OH DAMN FOLKS, MY BAD SEEMS MY AIM IS OFF! GUESS THAT DASH I DID BEFORE THE SHOW GOT ME A LITTLE DIZZY.” She fane dizziness while her eyes rolled around in circles, the crowd ate it up with many saying ‘oh Pinkie’.

For her cruelty she was a good entertainer. The raiders laugh and cheered at all of her antics as she fired more ponies from the cannons, when she accidentally fired one pony through the tent itself, she quickly turned it into a joke about cannons being shitty guns. That got the crowd roaring so loud you could hear it a mile away. She was a true fusion of a Raider warlord and the star clown of the show.

“WELL FOLKS LOOKS LIKE THE EVENT’S WHINING DOWN. WE HAVE ONE LAST PONY LEFT FOR OUR MAIN PERFORMANCE.'' She pointed to the last pony in chains, an orange stallion who overshadowed most with muscles that looked like they had taken drugs since childhood and never stopped. “I’M NOT EVEN SURE HOW WE CAN FIT THIS GUY INTO THE CANNON, SOME PONY CALL BLOODY KNIFE IN THE KITCHEN. TELL HER WE NEED BUTTER.” Even Pinkie laughed a little at that joke.

She laughed so much she actually fell over. The giant stallion took this as his chance to strike. “It’s good your last words were a joke. You will die with a smile on your face.” He pulled on his chains with such force they snapped like sticks. He quickly spun around bucking the raider clown to his left, cracking his skull in as the raider was sent flying. He quickly rushed towards the other clown who was dealing with chains, reared up, and dropped his forehooves with force smashing her head into paste, sounds of bones crushing as blood and brain matter oozed out.

With speed that seemed wrong for a stallion of his size, he galloped towards the still laughing Pinkie, jumped, and landed with all fours on the mare, crushing her with a loud ‘SPAT’ sound. The crowd stopped laughing, their cheers replaced with horror. It all happened so fast, one minute she was the life of the party, next she was blood and guts on some pony’s hooves.

Or at least she was at first. When the stallion looked over his hooves he noticed something was off, the usual gore his charges created wasn’t there, instead it was a weird white sustenance. “What the fuck?”

“NEVER LEAVE HOME WITHOUT A FEW CREAM PIES FOLKS” Pinkie’s voice boomed over the tent, making the stallion look around in complete confusion. He had landed on her, he was sure of it. “RIGHT HERE JACKASS.” A tap on his back made him buck back, only for his kick to connect with a brick wall. He turned to see the red wall behind him, where did it come from? Why? Another tap and to get a face of cream pie. “CREAMPIE TO THE FACE, YOU NEVER BEAT THE CLASSICS FOLKS!”

Wiping the cream from his face the stallion shouted at the top of his lugs. “Face me you Pink Cunt!” His eyes fell on her standing a few feet away. Grinding smugly while holding the microphone in her forehooves.

“WELL FOLKS, SEEM LIKE OUR PERFORMANCE HAS CHANGED FROM CANNONS TO BLOODY COMBAT. AS AN ENTERTAINER IT’S MY DUTY TO GIVE THE PONIES WHAT THEY WANT.” The stallion charged her as she spoke, only for her to leap and land on his back.

They started playing pony roadeo with the stallion fighting hard to knock the mare off him. Pinkie wrapped one forehoof around his neck as she pulled a cow pony hat from nowhere.”Yeee Haw! Give me up my little pony!” 

Finally, the stallion decided to fall on his back, hoping that would crush her. Only to land on the same pile of cream pies with no Pinkie there. Getting to his hooves he saw her a yard away, shaking her ass at him. “SOME PONY’S INTO ROUGH PLAY FOLKS.” He screamed a warcry and galloped again towards her. Only for her easily dodge his attack, he tried swinging his hoof at her but she was a pro at dodging and weaving.

Not one buck or swing connected, it was like she could read his movements, like she knew what would happen before he did anything. After a minute he was tired but she was still full of energy, it was like their fight was just play time to her. “WELL FOLKS, IT’S TIME WE CLOSED OUT THE EVEN WITH A BANG! WHAT YOU DO SAY WE GIVE IT UP FOR OUR PERFORMER TONIGHT!” The crowd cheered on the performance with the shouts ‘Big Bang’ emphasis with every stomp. “THE PONIES HAVE SPOKEN!”

Pinkie put the microphone into her suit, then reached into her hair and pulled out a long pink RPG with the icon of a pie painted on it’s barrel. “It’s time for our bloody show closer.” The stallion, knowing he had no chance against her, tried to make a break for the exit. But it was too late.

With a loud boom and followed with a screaming hiss, a pink rocket flew towards the stallion. Slamming into him with a heavy impact, blowing him to shearing chucks of a pony, guts and meat flying everywhere in a spray of party gore.

Pinkie held the smoking cannon to her side, kissing it before pulling the mic out again. “WELL FOLKS THAT’S TONIGHT’S SHOW. REMEMBER DRINKS ARE SERVED UNTIL 11, AND STANDS CLOSE DOWN WITHIN AN HOUR. GET YOUR PRIZE FOR YOUR SPECIAL SOME PONY BEFORE!” With that the crowds began to cycle out of the tent, Pinkie watched with a smile knowing she did her job perfectly that day.

“Now time for the after party.”