Fallout: Equestria - Sunny Days and Lonely Nights

Prologue: It Ain’t Sunny in Equestria

“Everyone’s mad in Wonderland.”

Everyone hears stories about what life in Equestria was like hundreds of years ago. It’s a little something to reminisce about when the grittiness of the Wasteland starts to feel like it’s too much. The desolate hills, ruined cities, unending cloud cover, and inhospital wildlife really put a dampener on everyone’s mood, which makes staying sane out in the middle of fucking nowhere all that much harder. Losing your sanity in the Wasteland was akin to losing yourself entirely. No hope and no sincerity meant no virtue, right? And with no virtue you’re honestly no better than a raider.

Or in this case, a horde of griffon slavers.

Currently I’d been trapped underground in a renovated Stable for I don’t know how many days. The cages weren’t spacious given how many ponies occupied each one, and they smelled even worse than they looked. Luckily, I’d been dumped into one that wasn’t too full, but just several days later I was taken back out so that I could be marched back up above ground. Funny, given that I’d only been down here for a few days while many of the others were obviously here for probably several weeks or months. Being moved didn’t give me much comfort, though.

I thought back to the stories that mom and dad used to tell me about the world before it had been annihilated so absolutely. Canterlot used to be a collection of white buildings rather than an enormous pink cloud, Ponyville was known for its friendliness rather than its raiders,  and, well… Actually Fillydelphia didn’t change much. It’s still as much the manufacturing shithole as it used to be, just changed hooves, although I suppose you could argue that Red Eye is a worse owner than either of the princesses were.

What I thought about most, though, was what if the seamless emptiness of the Wasteland wasn’t so dreary? Green trees, meadows, and the sun and the moon continuously switching places in the sky day in and day out. It sounded like the Heaven of all Heavens, more so than a bottle of purified water or a huge feather mattress. Who’d need to think about feather mattresses when an endless field of grass was more comfortable and spacious than anything ponykind made before?

But, of course, ponykind took all of that away. Now we were left with desolation and a whole lot of sadism, and fuck me did it get old after a while.

I stepped out through the enormous exit out of the Stable, instantly blinded by the cloudlight and deafened from the noise of Griffonchasers. It took me a while to adjust to the light, all the while the slavers pushing and prodding me down the rocky slope of the hill towards a makeshift helipad. Oh, I wonder if these guys made a healthy profit off of me. Having been locked down inside of that Stable for only a few days could only mean I’d been sold off to Redeye or something, right?

The griffons wordlessly pushed me into a Griffonchaser that already had its rotary blades spooled up, then sat me down next to a familiar bat pony. He looked over at me, cocking an eyebrow.

“Looks like they picked you, too, huh?” he asked quietly.

“You got any idea what these feathery fucks are up to?” I growled.

“Does “no good” help at all?”

“No. No it do-”

Pain. Lots of pain on the side of my head. I groaned, trying to lift my hooves up to my head to put some pressure from the throbbing that quickly followed afterwards, but they were yanked back down. I squinted at the griffon in front of me, watching as he chained my forehoof manacles to a metal bar underneath my seat. I looked down, spotting that my batty friend already had the same done to him.

“Sit down and shaddup, rat,” the griffon snarled. “You’ve got a long flight ahead of you and we wouldn’t want you losing your voice from flapping your gums already, would we?”

Oh, great. Something tells me that slavery isn’t what these guys had in mind.