This story is a sequel to Fallout: Equestria – Brittleshine's Quest Audio Files

Hello, I'm Static Spark. I'm what is known as a Cortexaphan Ghoul. I don't know all the science behind it, but it gives me a unique power. Cortexaphan ghouls are a rare breed, not even the Wasteland Survival Guide mentions us. I know of 16 like me, one's my adoptive aunt Screwloose and another is some jerk who did a lot of bad things to her, but I want to meet the rest. I want to find where I belong, but Shoeshine and Sundae treat me like a little kid and won't let me. I'm 225-years-old, but all they see is the 13-year-old I was when I became a ghoul. My only option is to run away for my own sanity. Don't worry, I'll have my good friend Aglow to watch my back. I'll even document my journey like Screwy and Shoey did. Maybe one day it will air on the radio like theirs did.

This fic is canon with the events of Unscrewed, Brittleshine's Quest, and Hold the Pineapple.

This story is also canon to Gamma Deekay’s and Digital Ink (AKA Sawyer)’s series of connected fics, but only in that it shares the same shared universe.

A small family heads to the big market in the town of Cloud Reach to sell their produce and goods.

Day 30 of One Shot-tober's proper story.

200 years ago.
The world is covered by the outbreak of Megaspells, that destroyed everything on his way. On the island deep in the sea, one of the four experimental life-saving camera is completely discharged, freeing the one rescued soldier. Now he has to collect his memories in pieces, fighting to survive on the deserted island.

This story is a translation from Russian.
My translator left for the army before he could finish his work. Most likely, I will also disappear for some time, so I decided to post an incomplete story.

If you want to help finish the work or correct the errors that are present, you can simply write in private messages.

You can see the full version here: Ponyfiction
or here: Ficbook

I'm not an artist, so... the cover is like this.

This story is a sequel to Voyages of the Lightbringer: Episode 4: Variances

During a mission in the Badlands, the starship Lightbringer is brought into a matter of greater concern by the Imperial starship I.S.S. Discovery. Brought into an alternate version of their universe, Littlepip and her friends head down to the planet to investigate what is happening and fix the issue before it gets out of hoof. Unbeknownst to the Stable Dweller and her friends, however, they will attract the attention of an old foe and face the greatest enemy they've ever encountered: Themselves.

After stumbling across a secured Ministry of Image lock room, three ponies discover a form of music long forgotten by the Great War. Now it's time for them to remind Equestria that once upon a time there were tunes that didn't just talk about the good old days. But the only audience that could really listen are a rowdy group of raiders. Music is gonna be the one line of defense they have, but at this point they have nothing left to lose.

Bounty hunter Arcturus Aquila celebrates Hearth's Warming Eve with his friend, Tin Star, the sheriff of New Hoovendale. They get interrupted with a rather loud bang.

This is a Fallout: Equestria story.

This was written for TheWingman as a present for a Secret Santa event in one of the Discord servers I'm in. Merry Christmas, TheWingman!

Crimson Dawn, a young pegasus-batpony hybrid, learns an important, if unexpected, lesson from his dad about the nature of being a batpony.

Day 11 of One Shot-tober

Sometimes you push fate too far, sometimes your great idea isn't so great. I learned the hard way that sometimes your mistakes will haunt your for the rest of your life. My name is Red Shade, and this is how I nearly became a monster.

Day 12 of One Shot-tober

As a colt, Victor Arsenault was extremely close with his parents. Being an only child, he was not only showered with love but heavily disciplined. With so many firearms around the house, he was taught at a very young age their dangers but also the mechanics and often had shooting lessons. Both his mother and father were gunsmiths so he has been around guns his whole life, shooting becoming second nature for him. But knowing the risky circumstances of the fallout, his father often had to make trips to deliver custom guns to support his family. Each of these dangerous trips was a reminder of how fragile a life is so he would always wear a dog tag in case anything happened to him. Years passed relatively comfortably thanks to these trades and Victor had earned his very own dog tag in hopes of supporting the family one day too. One day, his father went on another one of these trips but had not returned. Fearing the worst, his mother set off to retrieve him, dead or alive. Days went by. Those days turned into weeks. Victor could not take any more of the uncertainty of his parents’ well-being and was prompted to look for both his kin with the help of his partner, Killjoy, and some friends he meets along the way.

Fluid Moves and Jet Lag have a small sort of tea party in the wasteland. The two junkie colts bringing their drugs and social life to a tea party table.