War. War was a foreign concept. After over a millennium of peace, the dark shadow of war covers Equestria leading to the Last Day and the end of pony civilisation for two hundred years. This is the tale of a pony who came long before the Wasteland, before Littlepip, before Red Eyes and the Enclave. This is the story of Rivet Bolt and his journey to become a champion of peace through an instrument of chaos.

Unfortunately, Our Finest Hour is dead and I currently have no interest in continuing/rewriting it at present. However, if you enjoy my writing, please check out my current FO:E side fic Waking the Dead! I'm sure you'll enjoy at least 5% more than a memory extraction!

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.

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]

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!

They're out of job, out of ammo, and out of New Mexico.

When machine replaced their job, they retaliate the only way they could. Shoot 'em all. Like any other plan made by their helmeted friend. It backfires. The flames burned them to another problem, and another land. A land that shares similarities to their Badlands. Dead trees, scorched sand, and exchange of gunfire. Equestrian Wasteland.

There, they walk a road to intervene an old grudge. The same hatred that sent the realm they reside into the hellhole it is now.

Set 100 years after the war with the zebras violently ended, this is the story of an unlucky trader who suddenly finds himself dead and his afterlife somehow tied to two strange ponies. He now has to try and figure out daunting questions such as:
Who are these ponies?
Why is he stuck following them?
How did this happened?
Where are his hooves!?

This fan-fic is just a third of a much larger story...
-Hear another side of the larger narrative with Fallout Equestria: Sounds.
-See the bigger picture, take a look at Fallout Equestria: Sights.
-Follow the progress of all three tales at the Sights Sounds Souls Tumblr(and ask Colt questions).
-See all the parts in one place at the Project Hub.

North of the radioactive ruins of the metropolitan Pre-War city of Manehattan, tucked away into the hills and hidden from the wastes at large there is a small village. The town is a quiet, peaceful place, or as much as one in the wasteland can be anyway. There's the occasional dust-up with hostile wildlife, but as far as life in the Equestrian Wasteland goes, it's not a bad place to live. That is until this little town finds itself on suddenly very much on the map., or back off it as the case may be. Thrown out into the brutal wasteland, two friends, Orphic Tome and High Caliber have to survive in their harsh new environment and try to stay together despite their differing goals. With one bent on revenge and the other driven to rebuild their lives, can they preserve their friendship and accomplish their goals? Or will the wasteland take another poor set of souls just trying to get by?

A normal night of exploration goes south - quite literally - as two friends since foalhood wind up crash-landing far from their home, left with only their wits, their clothes, and their own company in a strange, new land north of Vanhoover. With a far more populated and dangerous wasteland before them, and their entrance certainly not having gone unnoticed, they race to get back home - though with their mode of transport out of commission, and the weather getting worse by the day, their chances of seeing their fathers again grow slimmer and slimmer.

Empty Quiver is a sequel to Occupational Hazards - it isn't necessary to read beforehand, but it is highly encouraged!

Now with a page on TVTropes!

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.))

Your past is something you have to live with. A reality of life. Every success, every decision, every mistake, will live in your past. They will always stay there. You cannot escape it.

This is the tale of a pony who thought his past was blown away by the winds of time. He is testing a new design of the Steel Ranger armor created as part of a mysterious project, when a series of events lands him underneath a collapsed outpost for 200 years. With hardly any memories and only the wasteland to greet him, Razor must set out with his new, and slightly unusual, friend, Paragon, to recover his lost past. However, your past can be filled with all kinds of secrets, secrets that can tear your world apart.

This is an unofficial side story (that means it is not endorsed, or probably even known, by kkat) to kkat's Fallout: Equestria. If you haven't read it (meaning Fallout: Equestria) yet, I definitely recommend it, and many plot details will be missed in this story. Huge thanks to HeroeDeLaVida for help with plot and characterization, and Fiendofthet for help with proofreading and editing. Couldn't do this without you guys!

Note: This story is currently being rewritten. I've finished chapters 1, 2, and 3, and am working on chapter 4. Because of this, this story is sort of on hiatus in that it will be a while before the next new chapter. Please bear with me as I'm updating the story.