Broken Thorn only ever wanted to serve honorably, to work for the betterment of Equestria in the royal guard and serve Princess Celestia.
That didn't work out so well when the Balefire bombs dropped right in the middle of his first mission.
Two hundred years later he finds completing his mission to be the least of his worries. Stranded in the wastes with no friends, a pair of wings he doesn't remember getting and too many questions.
Being an Alicorn is tough.
But being the only Alicorn stallion?
Needless to say hilarity and chaos follow.

This fanfiction is based on Fallout Equestria by Kkat, whose magnificent work of fiction inspired me to seriously write for the first time in my life.

In the cold north of the Crystal Wasteland, Stable 46 has thrived despite the horrors, acting as a trading post into the Crystal Wastelands from Equestria. But when Twilight Twinkle chooses to leave her life of relative comfort to step into the frozen wasteland, she doesn’t know just what she is really stepping into.

But there is something else stirring in the Wasteland. Something which is slowly casting its shadow over the frozen north and beyond. Something which is older than Equestria itself.

And, unknown to Twilight, she is setting herself up to walk right into its heart.

Credit to the original story goes to Kkat. Her legendary fic can be found here and here.

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.

As ash and cinder fell from the scorched remains of the heavens, the mare stared onward into a vast wasteland of desolation and misery. A veil of darkness began to consume the sky as the shadows slowly passed over her coat, consuming her glistening frame as it slowly plucked the individual stars that once gleamed with ebullience. As the clouds suffocated, the mare had vanished, leaving only a sullen shell of her former self...

(This is a Fallout: Equestria Side Story I had planned for quite some time. Comments and Constructive Criticism is valued)

80 years before the events of Fallout: Equestria, sensitive and proud Chaplain's Aide Silver Tongue might be the absolute worst candidate to brave the Wasteland. On a diplomatic mission to the enigmatic Steel Rangers, will he be able to overcome the horrors of post-apocalypse Equestria?

"My name is Krystal Clear, and I live in a hole in the ground.
Well, it's a system of advanced caves that originally were pre-war, later expanded and eventually cut off from the tunnels connecting it to other caves around the Frozen Wastes, but it's more interesting to say it my way."

Equestria may have suffered directly from the war, but nopony there has any idea of the war against the elements occurring far north, in what once was the proud, beautiful Crystal Empire. There, a heart long forgotten waits, buried beneath two centuries of snow, as descendants of survivors fight both the constant snow and each other to survive in the brutal frozen wasteland of the North.

Meanwhile, forces running deeper than the scars of the past begin to awaken under the ancient land, memories of old and nightmares long since dead taking root once again...

Based on kkat's Fallout Equestria, set in a place utterly unreferenced in the original fic, this is my first fanfic. Credit to Cascadejackal for the temporary cover art, and for massive help with editing and bouncing ideas with.
(Marked Teen for gore, possibly will change it as worse things happen in later chapters.)

They say war never changes...I'm inclined to believe them...

After the actions of The Stable Dweller the wasteland began the long road to recovering from the destruction set upon it 206 years ago. I left stable 13 looking for excitement in my life but ended up caught in a plot to destroy Equestria all over again with a deadly, yet dormant artifact of a paranoid age long past. I know I left the stable for excitement but I never expected what I got...

My names Dragonlily...here's my story...

After almost everyone in her stable is killed by raiders, Diamond Sky sets out to find the three other survivors who escaped. With the help of her new friends, an extremely strong earth pony, and an eccentric unicorn, can she cope with her loss, find the survivors of the massacre, and learn to find beauty in the bleakest of places?

This story takes place in the Fallout Equestria world and centers around a young mare named Mineko as she travels through the waste trying to help ponies and find her place in the Equestria wasteland.

Many thanks to Rambopvp for the new cover art, check out the rest of his stuff here: http://rambopvp.deviantart.com/

This story is a prequel to Fallout: Equestria - Memories

Inquisitors, agents of the Circle of Steel, uphold the integrity of the Codex. Any Steel Ranger that fails to abide by the Codex or has renounced it will suffer fatal consequences. When words of dissent and treachery reach the ears of Inquisitor Souffle, he departs to silence the renegades that dare oppose the Codex and threaten to destroy what the Steel Rangers stand for.

Proudly part of The ABCs of Fallout: Equestria!