Fallout: Equestria - Raising Her Right
PROLOGUE
"When it all comes crashing down"
"There ya go champ!" Dog was a mottled brown and grey earth pony, a real lanky son of a bitch, with a cutie mark showing a skull on fire, and was teaching my son how to rape a pony.
"No please! STOP!" The sea-blue mare was bleeding at this point, profusely from her ass, and just bawling, having been passed around the dozen stallions in the room multiple times, It was hilarious to be honest. Dog decided to teach Pup, as my foal had been named by the group, the valuable skill of sodomizing a mare.
Pup was my first born child, an earth pony, and quite big for his age, already sizing up to some of the guys in our little group. The kinda kid that would scare most ponies that are in there right minds. He's often brash, but by no means in a bad way, and random enough to make you unsure of his next move. "Keep at it Pup, one day you'll be as good as your dad, I'm gonna go check on Metro."
As I walked into the next room I saw Metro lying on the best mattress in the building. Metro is a young, light orange filly with bandages wrapped around the base of her body, concealed only partially by a tattered dress, fitting somewhat loosely. she was barely two years old now, not even able to talk, she looked so much like her father, I knew he would have loved her. She's always smiling and laughing, not loudly, but just enough to raise my spirits every time I hear her, and so daring sometimes, not by the same means as the stallions of the group, but in a way that makes you know she will be inevitably. She's quite and seems to be more of a trait rather than a lack of ability to talk. If only he could see her now...
BANG
Dog yelled in the next room "Looks like we have a runner!" I stormed into the next room to see Pup lying on the floor, rushing to get his switchblade and hockey mask on, I saw Dog putting his on as well, "What happened?" I hurriedly asked seeing the door busted open and the sky blue mare gone, "The bitch knocked Pup off and broke through the door, we get to chase her now! I love a good chase!" Dog said as I, Pup, Dog, and a dozen other guys ran out the door after her.
Pup was up front, me immediately behind, followed by Dog and the rest of the guys, some with guns, others with pipes and knives and the sort, but all of us with hockey masks running through the Fillydelphia ruins whooping and hollaring, along with some gunshots followed by screaming, from what I could only assume was Dog, who probably shot himself, again, and was shouting like he was burning alive, followed again by the sound of more and more hoof steps being lost in the wind behind us, seeing the mare fall over into some rubble and Pup quickly gaining on her, I took the time to turn around, only to see three of the stallions with no heads and Dogs burning corpse, Realizing that those shots weren't from us, and, instead from someone meaning us harm, I turned yelling to Pup in a desperate cry hoping he would hear me "Pup, RUN!"
BANG
The sound of a gunshot was all I heard as I witnessed Pup, my colt, the only male left of my family, and the brother of my poor, poor foal's head split in two as he looked at me, ending his life. Stopped in pure shock, completely unable to move and, luckily, next to a wagon whose body was blocking me from the direction the shots where coming. Only seeing Pups dead body next to the sky blue mare who was now being helped up by, who I had reason to assume was my sons killer, a orange Pegasus wearing a black desperado hat and a battle saddle sporting two rifles. Shocked, wary, scared out of my wits, and just barely holding back tears, I did the one thing that came to mind, I ran.
Running into the building where earlier that same hour, all the people in our group where whooping and hollering while doing things to a mare that where definitely not good for her, was now silent and covered grime and blood from not only that occasion, but others like it, the only sign of life was the soft crying of a small filly, rushing in, I quickly picked my precious metro, hugging and kissing her worries, and possibly mine, away, "It's okay, sweetie, it is all going to be okay, I promise you, you will be fine."
Half an hour after caring for and comforting my daughter, I pulled a key from the mattress Metro was lying on walking over to a closet, sliding the key into the lock, and pulling the doors open, revealing a high tech suit of the Pegasus enclaves power armor, owned by my late husband, who was once, indeed, a part of the Enclave himself, giving it up after realizing his hatred for cowards like them. There was no way I could stay, half our people died out there, most of them scattered through the ruins, there is no way I can stay and risk my filly's life like I so stupidly risked Pups.
Pulling on the armor, along with the battle saddle, the hunting rifle and the badly damaged anti-machine rifle, it might not even be worth taking, probably better defined as scrap than a weapon, but no matter. Proceeding to put the wing coverings of the armor into my saddle, not being a Pegasus, they were useless to have on. Now, fully suited in the armor and saddle, I put Metro into my bag, letting her head rest on the lip of the top and resting inside of it, I walked into the damaged bathroom, looking into the mirror over where there used to be a sink, and stared into my own face, my eyes puffy and pink from crying and my face covered in grime, matting my orange coat and yellow mane. Rubbing the crust off my face and setting my helmet to hang off my side next to Metro, I set off through Fillydelphia, looking for somewhere to go, somewhere to be safe, maybe I'll go to Tenpenny! No, they wouldn't let someone like me in, I'll have to leave fillydelphia, perhaps this "New Appleloosa" place I heard about, they might take me in, yea, I'll head there.
Walking through the ruins, ducking into the occasional building to look for supplies or hide from raiders or blood wings, I felt confident in my abilities to get there in due time, taking the most direct path (That didn't cross Pup) out of the city and into the true wasteland, and on my way to New Appleloosa.
Author's Note
This is only setting up the story, very short, only half, if not, less than what the normal chapters will be.
Also, I would gladly accept corrections to anything I did wrong, Not natively an English speaker so I may have quite a few on occasion