This story is a sequel to The ABC's of Fallout Equestria

In celebration of the Fallout Equestria groups 4.500th member did we gather 26 people to tell about the dangers of the Fallout Wasteland, made in the spirit of one of our first and original projects the The ABC's of Fallout Equestria

This is their stories, so please enjoy the many tales, read the ones you want, or stay a while for all of them.

It is the year 2090, 13 years after the Great War ravaged the majority of Equestria, as well as most of the known world. Life is tough, and it will be a long while before things get better.

Drastic measures must be taken to ensure survival; but how far is too far? For some of the newly formed communities, this question must be asked time and time again... And going too far could result in disaster.

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"It is when Oppression becomes a fact, that Revolution becomes a duty." This statement was made by those freed from tyranny for decades, until they were finally extinguished in the fires of Megaspell warfare. What everypony knows in the back of their heads however, is that tyranny never dies.

And for the crew of the Cirrostratus, A Thunderhead class vessel, this unfortunate truth has become their reality. A nascent Enclave has treated their sailors poorly for far too long, and have forced their mariners to work under inequine conditions and constraints for over a decade now.

With three thousand souls on board vying for freedom and a decent life, it presents a harsh reality. When not just survival, but their hopes and dreams, are put on the line, everypony has a choice to make. This is the story of those ponies, and the choices that circumstance forced them to make.
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Special thanks to Quindiesel and Duskhoof for editing and proofreading!

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Mercy Andromeda had always wanted to go to space, ever since she was a little filly. When she wakes up to her life-long dream after a devastating act of sabotage from the zebras, she finds a horror story in the aftermath. She forgets her dream and goes down to talk some sense into the ponies below.

No pony seems to take her seriously, and she resorts to using her highly advanced "assets" to get them to listen. Between pink clouds, raiders, and comic books, she'll prove to the wasteland that she's a mare worth their attention.

How will the wasteland survive when a mare with conservative views and ideals descends upon them looking like she just jumped out of a comic book?

Based on the story by Kkat: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/119190/fallout-equestria

This story is a sequel to Fallout Equestria: Dead Tree

This story is an offshoot from the Fallout Equestria: Dead Tree story written by Tread Lightly otherwise known as Fiaura based on a pen and paper group we play in set in the Fallout: Equestia universe.

Chifundo a slightly effeminate Zebra Stallion Shaman, along with his companions ran headlong through the irradiated rain looking for shelter which thankfully they found in time to save the sicker members of the group, though for Chiffundo, he would also discover somepony to take his breath away.

(Note this is based upon the Fallout: Equestria PnP being published by Dead Tree Studios, check it out here:http://projectdeadtree.com/site/

To warn readers, there will be inconsistency in posting pace as it will depend on when Chifundo gets to spend time with Picline in the pnp sessions

This story is a sequel to Fallout Equestria: The Daily Unlife

It has been over a year since Lemon Frisk first dove into the ruins of Whinnyapolis and decided to call them his home. In fact, it has been exactly one year since he spent his first Hearts and Hooves day with Misty Cloud there, and was forced to realize that despite everything, the day still made him feel miserable.

So this year, he won't spend Hearts and Hooves day with Misty. He'll spend it with someone he should've visited a long time ago.

Written for the Fallout: Equestria group's collab of February 2016... which more or less means it can be read as stand-alone story

A young filly in present day Ponyville is cursed with nightmares of post-apocalyptic Equestria. She finds herself influencing the course of future history in ways that she cannot understand. She must learn to balance her life at home with her life on the other side of the veil, and fight to preserve her own sanity, and her own innocence.

She discovers that such a task is only possible through the magic of friendship.

When the megaspells fell, everything died, but New Pegasus endured. The city of mobsters, crime, vice and gambling survived and thrived during the long balefire winter. Twenty years after the Day of Sunshine and Rainbows, New Pegasus is still a beacon in the middle of the Neighvada Desert, a pot of gold for whoever can get his hooves on it.

My name is Farsight, and I know everything about the dark secrets that the neon billboards don't show... I've seen the best and the worst; and I've pulled many strings. In my world, there are no heroes or villains, just ponies with ambitions and goals that can be bent to one's interest; for I know an undeniable truth: Everypony has a plan. Allow me to show you how I worked my way out of the gutter, how I climbed to the top of the ladder... and how I fell.

PDF version also available for download: Viva Las Pegasus PDF

Note: Thanks to Doomande, Dinawartotem and Fillyosopher for their help! To all readers, comments are welcome! I'll try to reply to them as much as possible. Thanks!

Cover Art by the magnificent CalamityB31

Decades after the sunshine and rainbows day, Equestria slowly began to bring back it's old traditions.

Now, Nightmare Night is not only a time to play with your foals and eat some candy, it is also a time to remember and celebrate that even when the bombs fell, and extinction seemed inevitable, life found a way.

On this night, three fillies go around town trick or treating a bit too far away from home and find themselves in danger...

If only there was some kind of vigilante to help them with the situation...

Author's note:
Thanks to Kkat for creating Fallout: Equestria's amazing universe!
Cover provided by my friend Uma Lacraia!
A Halloween/ Day-that-the-bombs-fell-in-Fallout-lore special.

My second place entry for the Fallout: Equestria 500 members writing competition, choosing the theme "Before the bombs".

This isn't a tale of great heroism, of any great battle fought hard and won well. Deadbolt Tumbler never really had any driving force in his life, he didn't have a special somepony, he didn't even have any friends. He was content to do his job to the best of his abilities everyday and live out his life in peace as he always had, but the great war was now in full swing, and as it often does, fate decides to intervene. On the afternoon of his 18th birthday, he was drafted to fight for his country, throwing him into a world of new experiences that threaten to shatter his fragile perception of friends, love, and loss. Although he had written them off as nothing more than fables as a colt, he soon comes to see that the monsters from the tales of old, still roam the battlefields before him.

The wonderful youtuber Plagen Shiki has done a marvelous reading of this story! You can find it here if you'd like to listen as you read!

Equestria is gone.

In its place a barren and inhospitable wasteland, inhabited by the worst of ponykind's darkest nightmares. But some small remnants of the old ways survive, clinging to a harsh and unforgiving existence constantly on the edge of oblivion. These lucky few are the descendants of the nation of friendship, the survivors of magical cataclysm and the harshest punishments ponykind could levy upon itself. Some hid themselves away in great underground vaults called the Stables, sealed away until Equestria was habitable once more.

However, there were other things that weathered the storm. Things hidden in dark places beneath the earth, concealed by their creators for use in the great war, before the creators were themselves destroyed. And here we find one such thing. A weapon, a device for killing that fed off the lives of its victims, artificially filled with spite and malice.

This weapon had a name, but he can't remember. This weapon had a life, now torn asunder. This weapon had a love, irretrievably lost.

And now he wants payback.