CONTENT WARNINGS: Xenomorphs, facehuggers, mentions of invasive face-hugging, identity crisis, general emotional distress

The following story contains no named character deaths, and no scenes of chestbursting. This story is intended to be a more light-hearted AU. Proceed with caution.

Xenomorph.

A creature designed by nature for one thing: Hunting.

A creature meant to adapt to its host, infiltrate under cover of darkness, replicate and breed and swarm, until a planet is no more. The perfect organism.

Yet... what would happen if one were to experience independent thought, empathy, and self doubt?

What if indeed.

Exploration. Adventure. Romance. Drama.

That's (apparently) what you get out there. And yet Seven-Ten Split is stuck inside her Stable, wiling away the days, trying to improve her bowling game and little else. But when her Stable's condition really starts to dwindle, it somehow falls to her to head out into the wasteland and find what the engineers back home need to fix the place up.

Fallout Equestria belongs to KKat.
Cover art by me!