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The Equestrian wasteland is a mixed bag to say the least. Many ponies will shoot you for your caps or your hide just as soon as look at you. Best friends or family will fight to the death over the last can of beans or final few drops of dirty water. But there are others, too, who still know words like sharing and kindness, who struggle to do good in a world gone bad.

These are all of their stories. The good and the bad. The stories of the Wastelanders.

Fallout Equestria logo made by the amazing artwork-tee. Wastelanders edit by me.

A submission for the Wild Winter/Thawing Spring group project as well as a continuation of my submission for the Fallout Equestria ABC: Dangers of the Wasteland group story. Reading the latter isn't necessary, but strongly recommended.

After barely surviving a blizzard in the dead of the wasteland's Wild Winter, Native Dancer returns home to see her mother. However, not all is as it seems at a first glance.

Sex tag for teen sex (i.e. fade to black), though a mature version is available off-site. Profanity for a few bad words.

Fallout Equestria logo by the extremely talented and very sexy artwork-tee, snowstorm edit by me.

You've heard what happens when you give a mouse a cookie, you've heard what happens when you give a moose a muffin, and you've heard what happens when you give a pig a pancake. But when you give a pony a pretzel, prepare for mayhem, because you know what?

That's exactly what you get.

Warning.

The following fic was pulled out of my ass in the span of about an hour. As per the comedy tag, it isn't meant to be taken seriously at all.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Rated teen for language and cartoon violence.

Ever wondered what would happen if the Heavy's Sandvich from Team Fortress Two was teleported to Equestria and gained a mind of it's own based on the Sandvich's experience with his minigun toting comrade? I did and this story was born! Yay! Enjoy or don't, the choice is yours.

Rated teen for one scene of minor gore and one or two uses of foul language.

And as always, constructive criticism is welcome...even if this isn't my most serious fic ever.

Image from: http://wiki.teamfortress.com/wiki/File:Backpack_Sandvich.png

EDIT: Ran over the thing, added a little bit and fixed some grammar errors.