Raul has long since retired from the gunslinger business, however, a little orphaned foal and the infamous No-Face gang force him to take up his revolver one last time.

Written for this writing contest, also a prequel for a Roleplay a couple of my friends and I are doing, which may eventually be remade into a fic itself.

Update: I won! Oh my gosh, first place, I won! Thanks to all the judges and the Turn of an Era RP group.

Fallout Equestria: Wings of Steel
The Steel Wings, a Vertibuck squadron famed for flying into the most dangerous situations of the war, and getting out alive. So when the Equestrian Intelligence Service receives word of a new zebra weapon, they send in the Steel Wings with a simple mission: get in, get the weapon, and get out. In a harrowing tale of action and adventure, the Steel Wings stumble upon something far more dangerous than what they're after, and find themselves in a race against time to stop it.

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

Two ponies walked across the equestrian wasteland. A mysterious mare behind a mask and an oversized stallion. They aren't there to be heroes, they don't want to make new friends, and they aren't trying to make the wasteland a better place. But just how easy is it to remain neutral in the wasteland?

(My first attempt at any form of pony fiction, and my first FoE sidestory, and the first bit of writing I've ever published. Here goes nothin'. Cover art credit to Sw1tchbl4de on deviantart, and a super awesome job it was!)

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

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.

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

Ever Watchful was a typical young bull, eager to see more of the world outside his isolated home. At least, more of it besides the bleak wastelands that surrounded him every day. However, when actions beyond his control sends him in the direction of the city of Tauronto, the other last great city, he must question everything he has assumed about the world and himself as he carves out a new life.

Also, what the hell is this "Crystal Empire" place, anyway?

There are things out there in the Wastelands even the historians don't know about.

Whirling Feather is just another ordinary pony in the Grand Pegasus Enclave military. Living above the protecting cloud cover, she's fairly oblivious to the poisonous wasteland below.
But after an unpleasant mission goes horribly wrong, she find herself grounded and isolated.
Now she simply wants to go home - but it is the Equestrian Wasteland, there is no such thing as simplicity.

Coverart done by the awseome and irreplaceable Slouping.
Check out his other art as well.

[This fiction is based on the one Kkat created. I do not own any rights concerning the Fallout games, My Little Pony or Fallout Equestria itself]

Nearly two hundred years have passed since the war that ended civilization. Stable 115, located in the once vibrant prairie lands at the edge of Equestria, is home to a young unicorn mare and her precocious filly. Life in the Stable is about stability and routine, and mother and child find comfort from this monotonous existence in each other and their friends.

Life in the Stable is about to change...

Inspired by Fallout: Equestria by Kkat, and Fallout Equestria: Project Horizons by Somber. Author suggests having read Fallout: Equestria before venturing into this tale.

Update 11/04/2012: To prevent confusion, an explanation about how the chapters are named/numbered. I essentially have the story split into several acts--each act will have a named chapter that precedes the number chapters and are a somewhat separate tale, but will eventually tie into the main story. If I ever manage to finish this (or you figure it out way, WAY before then), then it will hopefully make sense.