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.

This story was inspired by Kkat's Fallout: Equestria. This goes through the story of Crimson Starlight and Starbright Ruby, two ponies of Stable L18. Enjoy. Unfortunately, due to the release of Fallout 4, we have decided we are going to remake the story with Fallout 4 mechanics. We will repurpose the characters in this story, in the new story.

High Roads wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with his beloved, but things are not so easy when your career involves slavery...

Here's my two bits for the 2014 Secret Santa Writing Rally. Prompt: A forbidden love between a slaver and a trader.
Merry Christmas Slapfack
*Rated Teen for mature themes*

Written as part of the Fallout Equestria group's Secret Santa writing prompt.

Red Eye is the unquestioned ruler and tyrant of Fillydelphia, in charge of a unified slaver empire that controls a large portion of the Equestrian Wasteland.

But that was not always the case. While many know that Red Eye took control of Fillydelphia through a combination of charisma, intelligence, and likely no small lack of violence, there are countless conflicting rumors as to how the enigmatic stallion actually first arrived at the slaver city many years ago.

This story depicts one such story of how the famed slaver lord first arrived at the gates of the city he would one day rule.

A young brony finds himself in a very inhospitable world that mimics one of his favorite shows. Wandering about, he runs into (quite literally) a camp of unscrupulous individuals, ran by a familiar face. Now, he has to figure out how the world works, and try not to drive himself (and the group of former Raiders) insane.

((Will touch on a lot of sexual subjects, yet will not go full on clop. Starts off in first person perspective, but may shift from character to character, or even change perspective entirely.))

Changelings.

To most, they are the creatures that almost took Canterlot, shapeshifters able to feed on the emotions of those around them.
While this is true, it is not all there is to the story.

When the Great War began, an alliance was struck between Princesses Celestia and Luna, of Equestria, and Queen Chrysalis, of the Changelings.
The changelings, natural infiltrators since birth, would become spies for Equestria. In return, they would no longer be hunted, permitted to continue feeding as they had for countless years before their failed invasion, provided they not engage in acts harmful to the equine government or population at large.

Of course, that was simply the beginning. As the war began to escalate, Stable-Tec, the company responsible for the life-saving Stables, recieved a request from parties that would, as part of the contract, remain anonymous and unnamed.
They were asked to create something new, something that would allow both changelings and ponies to survive, and promote harmony between the races.

They were asked to create...

Project HIVE

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.

The Wasteland Bouquet. Just another bar, in just another town. The same old crowd, even when the faces change. Prospectors, scavengers, anyone that's down and out or just needs to tell their story, get things off their chest. Unicorn, Earth Pony, Pegasus, even Griffon, everyone is welcome. Walk on in, get yourself a drink, and cry your heart out to the pretty mare behind the bar, or maybe the quiet mare with the cold eyes. That's what they're there for, after all.

Thing is, they have their own story. It may not be heard very often, but here it is. Because every pony has a story, and those stories need to be told.

Everypony knows that Sparkle Cola only comes in bottles and its always flat and warm. But what if it didn't have to be? More then two hundred years ago a war changed the face of Equestria and the neighboring lands. A little over two decades ago the Lightbringer and her friends began the process of rebuilding the Equestria wasteland with a return to the values of Friendship and Harmony.

We still aren't there yet but a group of misfits from Junction town are going to give the world a Sparkle Cola and see if they can't teach the wasteland that if you go for a soda that no pony hurts and no pony dies. Maybe if there is time they can get some cool souvenirs from the old world.

Cloppenhagen: Once a large trade city at the south most border of Equestria. Cloppenhagen was trading with anyone who had things to trade and bits to buy, but once the war started, the trade with the Zebra lands started to stop, even if the city was still willing to trade with the foreign country. When the bombs fell, it landed outside the city, so it wasn’t irradiated, but it was still hit by the shockwave. When the ponies of Cloppenhagen emerged from the Stables in and around the City, they started rebuilding the city as best as they could; it took years, but eventually they created what was more or less a society; they even went to the Zebra lands and established trade with the remaining Zebras in an effort to help them restore their country as well as themselves. Now 2 mares from the only stable left in Cloppenhagen goes into the wasteland, to seek adventure, and maybe find grand treasures from the past.