Fallout Equestria: The Miner's Song

by Dan The Hedgefox

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Human, Main 6, Princess Luna, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Sex
Length: 3042

Can a lone miner put a foreign world back together? Steve is going to try, Block by Block.

Steve is a survivor. He is also a farmer, builder, warrior, miner, and he is alone. This is all he's ever known about himself. Ever since he awoke in his world, his kingdom, Minecraftia. He knows nothing of radiation, taint, firearms, mutants, or...ponies? Yet he is called away to the Equestrian Wasteland, he is again thrust into a hostile world that he knows nothing of, a world that is just beginning to heal. The Great Miner is in a place filled with monsters and evils greater and deeper than he has ever known. Only two things leave hope for his survival is his powers work in this world and.... he is not alone.

Published 2014-07-17 18:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-20 18:29:00 UTC

Screw The Nether!

FALLOUT EQUESTRIA:

The Miner's Song

Chapter 1: "Screw The Nether!"
I'll teach you the meaning of hell...

I groggily open my eyes to a bright white plain. A man moves slowly into view... and I know him... He has a name but, I call him Father. He tells me he has faith in me, for I have the same power of creation and life as him. As he fills my mind the bare knowledge I'll need to survive I do not notice the world behind him fading into color and shades, I yet only know the dim bliss of Father. And just as I begin to lose myself in his visage... it morphed into something that was not Father. The bones of its cheeks jutted out from its molted green face and its breath of rot. I had seen terror and my shriek would surely have announced it to all the world, had the thing not opened its reeking maw first and bellowed a savage roar of bottomless rage and unbearable lust. Odd that a sound I never made that night is what woke me so many centuries later.

"AAAAAAHHHHHhh!" I yelled, jolting out of bed. I frantically looked for my attacker and I found him, the bleached white skull sitting facing the bedroom door on my writing desk. I let out an anticlimaxed sigh. I sit up and stretch my arms over my head, first right then left and then a far forward as they go. I throw off the wool blanket, swing my legs off the bed and arch my back as I stand and let out a long rumbling yawn. I trudge my way over to the desk through the grog of lingering sleep and sit down with an exaggerated flop hoping to jolt me awake. I decided to record a theory that had occurred to me yesterday and reach out dazedly for my journal. I take up the quill and start putting my flitting thoughts to pen.
Day: 128
Year: 54672...9
Morning
Going out mob watching today... Since I moved to this biome Endermen have acted differently than I've ever seen, they look at me and do not attack when I look at them. They also seem to be more... motivated in their movement of blocks; I've not seen one missing block from natural formations only my structures. I'll stop by the Testifacte village on the way out to the forest; do some repairs to their Golem and the walls. The Testeis have made great companions. The men occasionally assist in my mining and are always at my side during the new moon. It's curious to see them worship the moon (I think, I still don't know all their hand signs) even with all the horror the night brings. On a side note... their females seem to be trying to...court me after that time I took my shirt off in the rain.
End Entree.

I start to close the book and realize just before its shut that I need to let the ink dry and snap it back open. Shaking my head I push away from my desk and go to get dressed from the chest at the foot of my bed. A light teal shirt to go over my undershirt, and worn blue jeans over my pork-chop boxers. After reaching back into the chest and drawing into myself a set of iron tools, 64 wood, planks, stone, dirt, and sand I turn on my heel and walk towards the door at the other end of the room.

Little-Pip sighed contentedly to herself. This night had been perfect. The previous day she and the Twilight society had gotten the Single Pegasus Project to full functionality and had it automatically following a weather plan (not that anyone needed to know that, the threat of the "New Celestia" striking them with lighting was a potent and real raider deterrent.) She and Homage had spent the day catching up and eating out (not each other) at TenPony Tower, then ended it with a party to make Pinkie Pie proud to witch many of the friends she'd made in her travels attended.

Blackjack and friends had come by towards the end bringing the booze and her twins, Pinkie wouldn’t have been so proud of that. Pip and Homage had spent the last few hours in intense love making and she was still sore in a good way as she closed her eyes. {Nothing in this world could upset me right now.} she thought. That thought was immediately followed by a groan her saying aloud "Homage, honey you say that gun of yours came from outer-space"

I wipe my brow of sweat with my shirt then ring it out at arm’s length. The female villagers gasp with their noses, the male’s brows furrow, wrinkling their tall pink foreheads. As they folded their arms into the sleeves of their flowing brown robes I restrain myself from snorting in amusement lest they take it as challenge. I put my shirt back on and lay the last block of smooth stone, patching the hole in the wall. I walk over to the Golem by the gate, poor thing is in shambles, only barely on its feet I get it to kneel down, telling it how it'd done a great job defending the village then quickly turned its head around and pulled it off. It was a sad thing to have to put it down so soon. Well nothing for it but to build a new one, so I strode over to the town square and pulled from my internal well of energy.

The iron I'd recycled from the previous Golem snaked its way out from my breast, down my arm and into my palm. I realize just then that I don't have enough. {Of course it's not enough,} I said to myself, {it's what's left of a Golem!} I sigh slightly as I debated with myself, it would be rather embarrassing to have walked over here all confident and look like I'm ready to build only to turn on my heel. A grunt wakes me from my stupor, I look up from my hand to see Blacksmith smiling with his eyes at me eyebrow raised, a crate of iron ingots and blocks in his hands. I smile back and thrust my hand into the crate absorbing all inside. I give him a nod then turn my attention to the ground.

Day: 36
Year: 546720
Dusk
Well this night can go hang. Tonight I found a Testificate village, by the smoke rising from it, the place was under siege, not just by hungry zombies but skeletons, spiders and even Creepers attacked this place. I could not leave this village to its doom so I ran in, materializing my diamond armor as I went and I fought! I fought; it was the hardest I've ever fought. I started with my standard way of dealing with large numbers of the dead, I split open the zombies bellies took their innards and tied as many as I could together then setting them alight. Next I would stand still in the open, waiting for arrows to be sent my way then chase the source and crush its bones to dust! I'd just lit the second bunch when I felt something bounce off the mail covering my back; I whirled around, swinging my sword in an arc to see a shape jump back from the blade. It was a Testificate, holding an iron sword! This sight struck me into a statue from confusion, the villagers were peaceful! They did not have weapons; much less would they raise them to me! But I could tell there was something different about this one, a hard glint to his eyes and the stance of one was familiar with a sword. When he saw my living eyes he hesitated, just long enough for an arrow to graze his cheek and before he grasp his wound I'd spun on my heel to put myself between him and the skeleton. As I turned I'd summoned an axe and let my momentum throw it. I looked up and felt the Testificate tense behind me at the sound of a Creeper exploding, along with the nasal cry of a female. I can barely tell apart the grunts, snorts and such of the Testies but I knew to them they were words. As I looked back at the strange one I knew there was a reason for him to be out fighting, and from the slump of his shoulders he knew he'd failed. I knew he'd lost his mate, but from the tightened grip on his sword not yet the will to fight. I uttered one word, a word I hadn’t known, before we took the monsters apart together with sword, fist, and tooth. "Blacksmith!"
As I sit here writing this, the noble Testificate lies sobbing in his sleep, curled around a purple scrap of fabric he'd pulled out from a crater, and I know the sound will echo through my nightmares.
End Entree

Homage sat at a small table in her bedroom, watching her grey lover pace back and forth before her as she sipped her coffee. Little Pip had been anxious all morning, though Homage knew better than to dismiss the mood as well not to disturb it. Thought to be result of her prior addiction to Party-Time mentats and prolonged sense of omnipresence brought on by the SSP, the retired Stable Dweller had apparently gained psychic powers of her own, and had nearly learned the hard way they were real when her plea to double the guard for caravans around her old Stable went unheeded. Homage looked up when she heard a thump; Little Pip had sat down and heaved a great sigh. "I know it sounds paranoid love, but after thinking that phrase I just have a bad feeling." Homage frowned playfully, "You know letting me know what we're talking about could help?" Homage always knew how to make her mare blush.

I couldn't help but notice that I was being followed. Normally this realization would be followed by a swift back hand swipe from my sword, but this was no Creeper that stalked me. I look over my shoulder and whistle, expecting Blacksmith. It was him alright; he carried a large sack on his back and a pleading look on his face. I smile at him, an expression only he of any in the world knew. I beckon him forward and he perks right up. We walk through the forest in companionable silence till we reach a clifface, I motion for him to wait, summon a shovel and pull up a block of dirt at the base of a tree revealing the lever underneath. With the hiss of pistons, the rumble of rock, and grating screech of metal on stone, the cliff pulled apart and away to reveal my home! I'd spent years building and remodeling this house. Till it was a mansion, a manor, a castle, and now the soaring triumph of arciture that Blacksmith gapes at now!

As we descend into the Hollow Mountain, down to Cas'de Steve, Blacksmith stares at the now exposed piston workings as the mountain grinds back together. At the crash, his head snaps back around to watch where he's going, just in time to, we'd reached the bottom.

Author's Note

Well here we go! Now begins Steve's adventure.
The way Steve's inventory works is borrowed from the story My Little Minecraft: At The End by Journeyman

A romp in the hey

Fallout Equestria:

The Miners song

Chapter 2: "A romp in the hey"
My hey makes you romp

Blacksmith’s heart was not known to flutter, being the only warrior in a village of peacemongers. He was often taken as to be a hardened man, only capable of battle-rage. But really, he was still the kind, jovial man his mate had fallen in love with. Mate. That was how he was to remember her as she had no ‘name’ like him and it would be too disrespectful to give her one after she was gone. To any who knew that, it would be slightly less surprised to know it did, but more so for whom. As the Miner welcomed him into his home, he once again cursed this language barrier. While Steve had learn words for battle, for building, and food there was no way he could explain the words he desperately wanted to say. Hold, sex, love. For all these words are to him and all the pain they cause him, The Miner could not possibly know what they mean even if he'd mastered their language, what with his former life of solitude. "~~Hello?~~" He jolted, tearing his eyes from the floor to The Miner who was waving his hand in his face. Blacksmith stared at him for a moment before nodding, The Miner smiled and something unexpected happened, in his chest that is. He walked behind and slightly to the side of The Miner, having had more than enough of his backside getting here. He sighed, it's not like he knew it would work between two males anyway.

"MMMOORREE!" P-21 yelled into his pillow. In the most dignified and dainty of ways came the response to his plea, that is to say the mare-cock in his ass sped up in it's pounding of said ass. Blackjack moaned throatily as she hilted again in the father of her children, gyrating her hips against his ass she lit her horn, pulling the stallion's head up with her magic she cooed into his ear, "What was that my little colt," THRUST "hmmmm?" Now P-21 only panted and squeaked pathetically, and moaned like a girl when his mare stared fondling him with her fleshy fingers.

He loved this, being totally ruled by somepony he could trust with his life, he could relax and be free. "OOooooh, *huff*, AAAAaahhh! Blackjack, I'm close, stop me!" The mare on his back grinned and with a flash there was a tight, glowing ring around the base of his cock. P-21 clenched his eyes shut and focused on his anus, and the pleasure radiating from it. Then he felt the cock inside him flare and they snapped open, Blackjack grunted and shifted so she was on her honches and he on her lap, still thrusting up into her colt. The stallion stretched his neck out to look past his moderately sized member to see the foot and two inches shlong going into him, wanting to see it fill him. He was NOT disappointed, he watched it pulse, then he felt it and he screamed. At that moment the band around him disappeared and he did his best impression of a milk fountain. It wasn't a very good one and he made most of the bed sticky.

"Damn P-21, you may not have much stamina but you shoot like a hose!" Blackjack remarked as she pulled out of her happily limp colt, letting him flop down in his own spoo, next to a passed out Glory. There was a beep from her Pip-Buck just a she released her futa-spell. With a groan she clenched her hands, watching them harden back into hooves, then brought the wrist mounted terminal up to her face and flipped through the tabs. Her brow furrowed, "Contracted?... Investigate sightings of strange phenomena in the greater Canterlot area." A message from the NCR? Why where they calling for her help, all the way in Hoofington?

I hear something. Something in my home. I turn to Blacksmith, he hears it too. From my inventory come two diamond swords, armed, we slink towards the foyer from the den. Just in time we arrive to see a white blur of motion dash into another hall, we're running now, the fear gone now that we know it's not an Enderman. It must be a Dire Chicken, as there small clumps of feathers marking the way, through the kitchen, the armory, the banquet hall, I might just have to skip the tour. The downy trail leads down a certain hallway and I know the chase is up, nothing can get through the door at the end of... this.....ha..ll.

It's open. It's open! The door to the portal room is open! I sprint down to it, it's not broken, it's open. I look back at Blacksmith and hold a hand out for him to halt, he does. I make the hand sign for "not safe", he replies with "never stopped you before"... I am not amused, I'm laughing just to laugh. We head back to the armory, me furtively looking around each and every corner as we go.

Blacksmith can not move. He is frozen in place, not from cold though, but apprehension. If The Miner meant everything he just signed to him, then elders warnings were true. The Miner did have a portal to hell, and things could come out of it! Also into it. And now he was being asked to help confront something that likely came from it. Blacksmith could hardly believe it, this was madness! NO! This. Was. Love! It was a long shot, but maybe just maybe he could teach The Miner about love through action! At the very least he could endear himself to him. Rather then bother with the hand motions Blacksmith nodded, almost frantically so. Surely The Miner could understand that this was not the sort of risk one would take for any friend! Yes. With his connections to the Village withering and his love ever growing, Blacksmith resolved to stand by him.

Intermission: Questions and concerns

"Where's the fun in making sense?"

Hello Fimfiction.net! Thank you for not making my story the worst rated on the site! Hell, fifteen people say it's good. Now I see you have some concerns about cannon, frankly, so do I.

This story takes place one year after the original story and leaves the ending of Horizons as yet undefined, but assumes Black Jack got her child back and it turned out to be twins and made up with Rampage. *Gasp,pant*