Fallout Equestria: Mutant Disposition

by FaultyScrewdriver

Rating: mature
Tags: Crossover, Sex, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Original Character, Adventure
Length: 7356

Songbird, a genetic experiment from Stable 63, searches for freedom. And when she finds it, she goes on a wasteland adventure all of her own. Oh, and one thing is for sure. She is not a hero.

Songbird is a Stable 63 experiment. And the bad news for the ponies that created her: she was a partial success.
A disgruntled being, she quickly finds life in a cage boring. So she decides to take control of her own life. Not only is that bad news for the ponies in Stable 63. It's also bad news for the entirety of the Wasteland.
Now, Songbird leads a danger-filled escapade of blood, torture, gore and sex.
And if anything about her is true, it's that Songbird is anything but a hero. She's not out to help, or to fix anything. She's out to do her own thing. And she's going to get it done, whatever it is.

Published 2016-03-27 15:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-03-27 15:40:02 UTC

Freedom

War... war never changes... but neither does the color of blood.

After the bombs fell, Stable Tec decided that the citizens of some stables were nothing better than test rats. The citizens of Stable 63 were no exception. There’s nothing like being sawed into or having strange chemicals injected into you over and fucking over again right? Bastards.

My name is Songbird.

And I’m a fucking mutant.

Let’s be straight here, this isn’t a story about no hero. This ain’t about no Lightbringer, or some Security Mare. This isn’t a story about some Cybermare.

This story is about a bitch, a murderer, and a sex hungry fiend.

But if I’m going to tell you a story about myself, It’s probably better to start it from the beginning. After all, I probably have a hundred years to spend under this rubble before somebody finally finds me. Might as well keep my sanity somehow, huh? Guess I should be happy I was trapped in a paper factory. I can write in my own blood.

Where to start… where to start.

/----------------\

The moment I awoke, I was strapped to a table of some kind, my back pressed against the hard metal. My first reaction was to struggle. When that didn’t work I chose to scream instead. I was surprised by the shrillness in my voice. It was piercing, and I flinched and quickly shut my mouth. I shut it with such force, that I bit the tip off of my tongue. The pain was terrible, and I let out another scream, which caused me to swallow the bit of tongue I bit off. That caused me to scream louder. It took me several moments to rack my brain together and calm myself down. I tried to piece together where I was, but I couldn’t move my head because it was strapped down as well.

Then a figure appeared over my head. A yellow unicorn with a disgusting blond combover. He wore glasses on his face, all the way down the edge of his muzzle. My first reaction was to spit on him, and the wet gooey blob congregated on his glasses. He quickly took them off and tossed them to the side then fled from my field of view.

“Looks like experiment number 176 was a success fellas. Songbird is full, and completely reactive.” Said what I assumed was the unicorn. His voice was quite high pitched for a stallion.

“Can she use draconequus magic?” Questioned a much deeper voice.

“Of course not. If she could, she would have used it by instinct by now, and we would both be dead.”

“Fair point, fair point. Very good job, Dr. Gold.” Wow. What a cheesy name for a yellow unicorn. He wasn’t even a gold color. “You did what was thought to be impossible. You created an artificial immortal being.”

“Well, we don’t know if she’s immortal yet. That still remains to be tested.” His voice cracked, and I laughed.

“Sounds like she’s insulting your voice, Gold.”

“That’s not a problem. I never much liked my voice either.”

I rolled my tongue out of boredom, since it was the only part of my body that I could actually move. Huh. I could have sworn I bit the tip of my tongue off. So what in the world was it still doing there? Now that I think about it, a lot of things were out of place. For one, I had no idea where I was. Two, I had no idea who I was. I didn’t even have any memories from before five minutes ago. Three, what was I? I shifted my body around as much as I could, just to give myself a judge on the size of my body. I felt fairly normal sized. I think. Kind of hard to judge your exact size when you have nothing else to go on.

Hey what a minute, did I gave digits? I sure did. Four fingers on my left hand, five on the right. And the best part? The right one had retractable claws. I pulled out one the claws, and started to saw at the bindings holding me down. Wasn’t I fortunate that they used a belt to tie me down?

“Look at that Gold.” Says the deeper voice. “It looks like she’s trying to escape.”

“No problem. I’ll just give her a sedative.”

There were small hoofsteps. I clawed at the belt faster, then let out an angered howl at the sudden stabbing pain in my hip. I pulled away from it, and I felt it tear at my skin. Then I suddenly got really drowsy. I let my entire body relax. I just wanted to fall asleep. I felt the bindings on my limbs and head come loose, but I didn’t really mind. I was just going to lay there. But they had to lift me up off of my table. I tiredly complied. I actually took this opportunity to move my head for the first time. I saw a yellowish blur out of the left side of my vision, and a purplish-bluish blur out of the other side. I gave my shoulders a small shrug, and drug my back legs against the ground to make it as hard to drag me away from the table as possible. If I couldn’t make them stop, I could at least slow them down.

My vision focused on an object on the ground. A pair of glasses. One of the lenses had an oddly shaped hole in it. How curious… wasn’t that the same pair of glasses that were on Gold’s head? Wasn’t that the exact same lense my spit landed on?

I was too tired to focus on it for too long. And too tired to ask myself questions. Instead, I focused on dragging my legs on the ground. Biting pieces of my tongue was also quite fun. And I found it awful joyful when that iron tasting liquid flooded my mouth after biting enough of my tongue off. Why did that stuff taste so weird, yet so good?

I spit on the ground, just to see what color the liquid was. It was red. I should also note that when it hit the ground, it burned an inch deep hole into the ground before it… evaporated, I guess.

“Could you stop playing with your mouth 176?” Asked the deeper voice.

I wanted to tell him off, but my tongue was in too many pieces to form a coherent sound. So instead, I turned my head toward the bluish-purplish blur dragging me along, and spit some of the red liquid in my mouth at what I thought was his face. He let out an anguished scream, and the right side of my body fell to the ground, quickly followed by my left side.

“Shit! Metal Bolt, are you okay!”

“Why the fuck is her saliva acidic, Gold?”

I struggled to stand up, but my body was strangely unbalanced. It probably had something to do with my vision being so blurry.

“I don’t know. I thought that stuff I gave her would knock her out instantly. A normal pony would-”

“She’s not a normal fucking pony, Gold. She’s a mutation. Go give her a second dose of that stuff.”

“But that would kill-”

“Good. It’s a perfect chance to test if she really is immortal or not.”

I heard hoofsteps running away, heading the direction we had just come from. Oh good. My vision was coming back, and I could see more easily. And I had regained my balance. My gaze fell on what was previously a bluish-purplish blur.

I was quite satisfied that my tongue had somehow come back again, so I could tell the purple maned, blue coated earth pony with a fourth of the skin melted away from his face exactly what was about to happen. He didn’t give me much of a chance to do so. He immediately let out a low yell. I had no choice but to shut him up. I dived at him, flapping my wings vigorously (Hey, I had wings. Those were new.) He tried to back away, but I was much quicker than him, and within seconds I had pinned him to the ground.

“Scream louder for me.” I growled at him. I couldn’t help but smile and show off my sharpened teeth. I grabbed his front right leg with my right arm, which had a light gray fur tint to it might I add, and started to pull. He screamed out in pain as I heard the pop! noise that signified I had pulled his leg out of socket. But I didn’t stop there. I kept pulling, and the skin that connected his leg started to tear. He tried to kick at me with his back hoof. It didn’t help. With a satisfying fleshy tearing sound, his front hoof separated from his body, and I laughed as his shoulder started to spray blood in uncontrolled bursts. I threw his arm to the side. The amount he was screaming was kind of irritating.

I put my left hand over his mouth. My left hand was that of an eagle’s. No. It was more like a griffin’s talons. I lowered my head to his. “You’re obviously in a lot of pain. How about I put you out of your misery?” His eyes went wide in fear, and a few of the muscles in his face contorted strangely thanks to the missing skin caused by my own acid spit. That gave me an idea. I gathered up a glob of spit in my mouth, and let it slowly dribble out. It landed in droplets on his chest. I held his remaining limbs down while he continued to scream and his body contorted and twitched in pain. Once the first few drops had melted through and dissipated, I spit the biggest gooey blob of spit I could muster onto his gut. Judging by the way he fought and screamed wildly, he really didn’t appreciate the hole being burned through his belly. Once that wad of spit had finished it’s job, I gave him a break. I even let go of the poor sod’s upper limbs.

“I-I think you melted a hole into my intestines.”

“Don’t forget that I ripped your arm off, exposed part of your skull, and I can see what’s inside of your ribcage through those little holes in your chest.” I started to laugh, but I was cut short by a familiar stabbing pain in my hip. I looked behind me to see Gold injecting me with some kind of clear liquid through a syringe. I tried to lunge at him, but he must have used quite a bit more this time because I fell to the ground before I could get to him. And before I knew it, I was asleep.

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I should probably take this opportunity to explain what I look like. There wasn’t actually a mirror in the little cage they were keeping me in, but I’m going to add it just for explanation purposes. Uh, I think this might be the only time I alter specific details of a story. I’m not ashamed of the murders, rapes, or any other atrocities I’ve committed in the past. No. In fact, I’m going to give you guys that kind of stuff in exact and honest detailed.

I should probably get back to my story now, huh?

/----------------\

I stared angrily at the beast in the mirror. She was an ugly thing. Her head had the white feathers of a griffin, but she had the muzzle of a pony which was still covered in white feathers. The feathers ended about halfway down her neck, and transitioned into white fur. The fur went all the way down her body, getting darker and darker until it ended at the base of her tail, where it had turned completely black. She had a pony’s mane, which was purple with the occasional blue streak, and two ears popped out of that mane, the ear of a pony on the left, and the ear of a donkey on the right. Her left eye was reptilian and her left eye belonged to a changeling. Her teeth were sharp, but each tooth looked like it belonged to a different species. She had fangs, and two rows of teeth. Her left arm was a griffin’s talons, while her right arm belonged to a diamond dog. The griffin’s talons was still its usual yellow gold, while the diamond dog arm was a light grey color, and transitioned to a medium gray at the paw. On her back was a pair of wings. Her right wing belonged to a dragon, smaller than usual to fit on her back, while her right wing belonged to some bug (maybe a fly or something) and it was transparently see-through. Her back legs both belonged to a pony, and both were a nearly-black gray. Because if her uneven body weight, she was forced to walk on all four legs Protruding just above her flank was a pony’s tail, which was orange. She was at least twice as large as a normal pony.

I growled at the hideous creature in the mirror, then pushed it out of my cage.

“You’re a draconequus. Your host mind was a pegasus mare named Songbird. So, your name is Songbird. Any amnesia you may be feeling is quite normal. It tends to happen with most of our experiments.” States the annoyingly high pitched voice of Gold. I turn to him, growling. “Oh. Now don't be that way. You’re one of my proudest creations.”

“Is that all I am? A lab creation?” He nods, and I throw myself at the bars separating me from him. “Fucker! I'll rip you apart! I hate you!”

“Rip me apart? Like you did with Metal Bolt? If it's any ease on your mind, he died.”

For some reason, that didn't help calm me down. “You're going to join him in hell soon, you fucker!” I clawed at the bars. When that didn't work, I licked it in an attempt to melt it.

“Don't bother. Compressed Cantantium can't he burned or melted through by acids or heat.”

“Let me out of here! Before I rip your head off of your fucking neck!” I felt spit fly from my mouth as I yelled in anger. I reached an arm through the bars. “Get over here. Let me claw your eyes out!”

He backed away from the cage. “I can't let you do that, Songbird. I am actually quite afraid of what you'll do to me after seeing what you did to Metal.”

I backed away from the bars. “Fucker. You're a fucker. I hope you die painfully.”

The fucker actually smiles at me. “I can understand your contempt for me. But in my eyes, you’re nothing but a creation. You probably don’t even have a soul. It was probably destroyed in the middle of your multiple bodies joining together.”

“If I don’t have a soul, asshole, then why the fuck do I hate you so much?”

“That’s a perfectly good question.” He circles around the cage, observing me. I never lifted my glare off of him. “There’s a lot about you that we don’t know. It took a lot of energy and magic to create you. Many unicorns lost their lives from the sheer amount of dark magic they had to manipulate to create you. Your body probably hosts a hundred souls.”

I laugh. “A pony with a hundred souls would go mad.” I stopped. How did I know that? “Besides. I’m a fucking mutant. I’m one soul, in one body.”

“No. If that’s the way you see it, you’re one soul inside a hundred bodies that have been shoved together into one. You’re a draconequus. Your magic and energy streams from your interspecies body parts. And you have a hundred species inside of you. Earth pony, pegasus, unicorn, zebra. Changeling. Phoenix, timber wolf, griffin, dragon, parasprite, breezy. If it lives in Equestria, it’s in your body.” He chuckles. “It took seven attempts for you to finally be a success. The rest of the bodies were burnt up by the pure magical energy.”

I got tired of him talking. So, in an attempt to make him look away, I rose a furred finger. He looked at me curiously. I felt a grin spread across my face, and I shoved that finger right up that cunt between my back legs. (I was honestly surprised I even had one of those anymore, since my body was basically a Ponycasso painting at this point) He looked away, likely embarrassed by my lack of shame. I moaned out for him as I rubbed my own g-spot.

“Seriously. Stop.” He said, his voice cracking with all five syllables.

“Nope. If I’m going to be sitting in a cage, I’m gonna be having myself some fun. If you don’t like it, you can just leave.”

He shuddered. “You’re free to go this time, Songbird. We’ll start tests tomorrow morning. Get yourself some sleep.” And with that, he walked out.

Huh. Strange. My walls were lined with reptile scales about three inches in. Some poor unfortunate stallion isn’t going to like that.

Bored with the notion of fingering myself, I pulled my dog hand out, and laid down. I tried to yawn, since I figured it would help me fall asleep, but I just couldn’t yawn. So, I laid my head down in my hands, and shut my eyes.

I never fell asleep. But despite that, I never felt myself get tired. If anything, I just kept a constant flow, never getting energetic, but never losing energy. I also never got hungry. Or thirsty.

I glared at Gold when he entered the room twelve hours later. He walked up to the cage bars. “You’re up awfully early today, Songbird. It’s only 4:30.”

“What? Hoping to catch me while I was asleep so you could perform some kind of sick experiment on me?” I spat at him, but my aim was off. It hit the bars of the cage. “I ain’t some test subject, you fucker. I don’t want to be your fucking play thing. If you let me out of this cage right now, I promise to make this quick and painless.”

He only laughed. He walked over to the wall, and pushed a button. (How the hell did I not notice that abnormally large red thing on that wall?) A mechanical arm suddenly came down through the cage bars, and injected me with that damn sedative drug Gold used on me before in less time than a pony could sneeze. I looked at him, drowsiness surrounding me.

“You mother fu…”

/----------------\

9 days later…

You know, it was quite strange to figure out that pain was a serious turn-on for me. One day, when Gold was ‘testing my nerve receptors’ by cutting into my arms and legs with a scalpel, he had unfortunately found my crotch wet afterwards. Instead of dragging me from his worktable to my cage himself like he usually did, he had a few of his assistants do it himself. Speaking of which, he had several assistants (All of whose names I never bothered to memorize) that he had give me food and water. All of which I saved until the next time Gold walked into the room and then threw at him. He called me a ‘waster,’ but I didn’t need the food and water anyway. I never got hungry. I never fell asleep. I never got thirsty. I didn’t need it.

And as Gold had figured out, my body also had an super quick regenerative factor. When he cut into my arms and legs with the scalpel, the wounds had closed up within a minute. But it seemed I had a little more than bodily regeneration. I also had mental regeneration. Whenever I started to get anxious, nervous, or depressed, the feeling was gone within a minute. I suppose that meant I couldn’t go insane if I wanted to either.

Today, Gold did his usual act. He marched into my room, pressed the big red button, and put me to sleep. When I woke up, I was strapped down to his worktable. (He cleans the blood off of it for some reason, so it’s never stained red from my previous visits.) I could barely move my body since he had got into the habit of strapping me down entirely after that time I bruised his chest by hitting him with my hips. I moved my head around as best I could to look around.

“You know, that regeneration of yours is a little bugger, Songbird. The dosage I give you is enough to put normal ponies into a concussion.” Says the annoyingly high-pitched voice of Gold. “And yet, you wake up within a quarter of an hour. You never sleep. You never eat. You don’t even drink water. Your body regenerates your wounds. So today, we’ll be trying something a little new, Songbird.” I hear a saw power on and start to whir. I start to panic, but within seconds the panicked feeling dissipates. “Today, we’ll be testing to see if you really are immortal.”

I screamed. Who wouldn’t scream when a saw is cutting open their sternum. You know, that minor pain I felt when Gold cut into my arms may have turned me on. But having my gut slowly cut open by a power saw? That was not a turn on. At all. I writhed in pain as much as I could. Gold wasn’t being gentle. I’m pretty sure that bastard was enjoying this. My body wanted to weaken from the intense pain as the saw started to cut into my intestine, but the constant flow of my regenerative adrenaline kept my mind sharp, and aware to the pain. I felt the blood spurts, spray, and pour out of my gut. It took five minutes before he gave me a break and powered off the drill.

My deep breathes lasted about ten seconds before the exhaustion caused by pain flittered out. “You fucker. You mother fucker. I’m going to fucking kill you.” I tried to look at Gold, so he could see the hate in my eyes, but couldn’t move my head enough. I felt my internal organs start to piece themselves back together. “You better hope I never get out of that cage. Because if I do, I’ll keep you alive. I’ll keep you alive just to torture you, the same way you have to me. No. Worse. By the time I’m done, you’ll wish you were dead.”

He simply nods. “Then I’ll die with pride. Pride that I died at the hooves… or claws and paws of my most beautiful and perfect creations.”

“Shut up! Shut up you fucker! You can’t take away the one thing I might find joy in and turn it into something that’ll make you seem good!” I felt tears stream down the side of my face. “It’s not fair. None of this is fair!”

I hear the saw he was using power on. “None of this is fair, Songbird. And you know what? I really do hope you escape. I want to see what a draconequus is capable of when they have free rein over what they can do.”

I screamed out in pain as he sawed into my chest this time. It only took him a matter of seconds for him to saw through the ribcage, and the first thing he hit was my heart.

I thought I would die this time. My hypothesis was denied by the intense, completely unbearable pain that flared throughout my chest as my heart was cut in half. The blood that spurted out in an almost impossible amount didn’t even make that damn yellow unicorn flinch. I writhed again, more uncontrollably this time. I felt the saw hit my spine, and start to cut away at the bone protecting it. For some reason, that hurt more than my heart being cut in half. I screamed out, as loud as I could. The saw broke through the bone, and hit the vertebrae. I suddenly couldn’t move my bottom legs anymore, and my arms and neck and head started spasming. I spasmed so hard, I felt my neck snap against the force of the break.

Why couldn’t I die? Why did this have to hurt so much? Why? I couldn’t do it anymore. I stopped. No more breathing. I didn’t need to breath anymore. I wouldn’t even die if I didn’t breath, right? I stopped moving entirely, finding I was able to control my own spasming. I stared blankly at the ceiling. I heard the saw power off.

“Songbird?” I felt the saw get pulled out of my chest. “Song?” Gold presses his ear against my mouth. My heart was probably in pieces, so he had to rely on my breathing to tell if I were alive. He held it there for what felt like an eternity. It was probably something closer to two minutes. I never once breathed. I never felt the need to. My body was doing just fine without air. He finally pulls his mouth away. And smiles.

“You’re a very good actor Songbird.” He still doesn’t get a reaction from me. “But your body is still mending itself. And your heart is still beating. You’re lying to lie to me Songbird.”

I focus my eyes on what I can see of him (which is barely his forehead) “Fuck off. You’re a brute. You’re nothing more than a psychopath. I’m going to tear you apart, Gold. When I’m done, you won’t even be recognizable as a pony. And I’ll make sure you feel every part of it.”

He smiles, and moves the saw to where it’s positioned above my face. I had to cross my eyes to look at the serrated blade. “I’m sure you will. I hope you enjoy your fun, Songbird.” He powers up the saw, and cuts into my face, serrating the skull, and hitting my brain. I try to scream, but I’m unable to as the saw has cut into my throat and mouth.

So instead, I take the immense pain to my head, and use this time to plan.

You were going to get it soon, Gold.

/----------------\

4 years later…

Stable 63 experimentation log

Data recordings, experiments #173-176

Experiment 173
Codename: Mind’s Eye
Subject Name: Rye
Goal: Creating a seer, or a pony capable of seeing into the future, through use of specialized chems, and years of genetic manipulation.
Status:
Day 1: The process began smoothly. Rye compliantely stepped into the chem bath. She stated she felt renewed after it was finished. We don’t know if that’s a good sign, or a bad sign.
Day 3: The subject’s eyesight has failed completely. She’s gone blind. She can’t see anymore. After being checked over by Dr. Sweetz, it was discovered that the poor mare’s eyes are rotting. After four hours of going blind, Rye stated that she can see again. But all she sees are bloodstained walls.
Day 7: Subject has gone insane. She doesn't eat or drink water anymore. She only curls up in a ball in a corner, constantly saying “She’s coming. She’s going to kill you all. It’s going to be a slaughter, and she’s going to love it.”
Day 10: Experiment was announced deceased this morning.
Failure.

Oh. You poor, delirious fools Don’t you understand. She was right. I’m currently staring at a blood stained wall. One that I painted myself with another pony’s blood. She was right. There was a slaughter. And she was right. I did love it. Every bit of it.

Experiment 174
Codename: Chemical Footprint
Subject Name: Dingo
Goal: Discover the boundaries of chem addiction. What will happen and occur within a pony’s nervous system, body, and brain when they are given every chem to get addicted to, and then are deprived of them.
Status:
Day 3: It didn’t take long for Dingo to get addicted to the chems, especially since he was given constant, nearly dangerous doses of each chem.
Day 5: It’s incredibly. Dingo’s blood stream is only 3% blood cells. The rest of it is purely a chem stream. It’s a miracle that this pony is even still alive. The subject is basically comatose. He barely reacts to anything anymore.
Day 8: Today, we took away Dingo’s chems. Within an hour, the subject became irritable. Within minutes after that, he became violent, and attacked one of his nurses. We were forced to lock him in a cell.
Succes.

I remember Dingo. He was a fun one. He was one of the very few that actually was able to fight back. I remember quite vividly the way he snapped my neck. Three times. This all transpired about two years ago. So, after I got fed up with dying (sort of) At the hooves of the same stallion, I just gave him his chems. He immediately calmed down. So I took advantage of it.

And I let him fuck me.

You know what? Fingering myself in a cage almost every day for two years straight was beginning to get dull. So, I decided I needed a change of pace, and I let a stallion fuck me. It was honestly really fun (and he didn’t seem to mind the scales). I let him dominate me at first, but let me tell you, I am not a bottom. After a quick position change, I found myself much more comfortable on top of him, constantly thrusting my hips into his crotch rather than vice versa.

It’s such a shame that he had to die like all of the other heartless bastards in this Stable. It wasn’t really his fault though. If you wanna blame anyone, blame Gold.

Experiment 175
Codename: Child at Heart
Subject Name: Tulip
Goal: To create a purely childish adult. Using a set of specialized chemicals, we’ll try our best to make it to where a young filly can age in body, but not mind.
Year 1, day 1: Today, the eight year old filly was given a chemical bath. She stated that it felt funny and tingly over her body.
Year 1, day 128; We celebrated Tulip’s birthday today. She enjoyed it, to say the least. Let’s just hope she enjoys all of our birthday bashes we throw for her.
Year 2, day 17: The subject can still learn. We don’t know if this is a good sign, or a bad one. After all, if she can still learn, that means she might stop making childish mistakes.
Year 4, day 277: The subject, despite being twelve years old now, still shows qualities of an eight year old. Disobedience, sneaking sweets, snacks, and other things she thinks she can’t have. On a slightly more disturbing note, she got her Cutie Mark today. She disappeared for a while, and when she came back, she had a blood spattered white rose on her flank.
Year 5, day 19: The reason for Tulip’s Cutie Mark was discovered today. In the garden, she has her own personal storage of fertilizer. She had gathered the corpses of long dead animals and pets, and was burying them under the plants and trees in the garden. Even worse still, she claims she killed these animals herself. We can count this experiment as a success, but if this keeps up, we’ll have to put her down before it gets worse.
Success

Ah, I remember Tulip. Apparently they never put her down. Our games of tag were fun. I’m pretty sure it was thanks to her games of tag that I kept my sanity. But, she didn’t really like it when I changed the rules to where every time I caught her, she lost a limb. After the first limb, it turned into a game of hide-and-seek instead of tag. I won the next three. On the fifth game, I was quite disappointed to find she didn’t have any limbs left to take. So, this time, I took her head.

Experiment 176
Codename: Chaos Experiment
Subject Name: Multiple attempts. Successful subject and host mind is a pegasus named Songbird.
Goal: To create an artificial draconequus. In order for the project to be considered a success, the host must consist of several inter-species body parts, and must be capable of chaos based magic.
Day 1: Failure.
Day 5: Failure.
Day 9: Failure
Day 13: Our first successful draconequus came out of the oven today. A stallion named Lucky managed to come out of the initial experiment. Unfortunately, his name played a cruel irony, and his body and mind both perished within five minutes. Based off of his intense screams of agony to end him, he was likely suffering intense pain.
Day 17: Another successful draconequus. This host mind is a mare named Songbird. She does not seem happy about it.
Day 22: Not only does the mare ‘get it off’ to pain, she has a regenerative factor. This was confirmed after multiple small incisions were cut into her arms and legs, and all healed within a minute.
Day 27: I was honestly quite surprised today. Songbird is completely immortal. I cut into her stomach, her chest. I cut her heart in half, sawed into her face to cut the brain, and even paralyzed her by sawing into her spine. And yet through it all, that mare still stayed alive. I don’t think she died even once. Though, I cannot tell for sure, because after cutting into her spine, she may have died for a few seconds, but I can not tell for sure. Further tests may or may not prove my theories or not.
Day 72: Every one hundred death situations, Songbird actually dies. All activity stops from her for the next exactly seven hours, except for regeneration, and suddenly she gets up, brand new. She even remembers everything that happened before she dies.
Partial Success

Oh. I remember those moments well, Gold. Every single painful death you put me through. Acid baths. Having me devoured by an Orthros. Throwing beetle eggs into my gut, and letting them hatch and have my insides as a meal. You weren’t testing my immortality at that point anymore.

No.

You were having fun. You sick, twisted, psychotic fucking asshole.

And guess what. Because of you, a monster was unleashed on Stable 63. A horrible one. A murderous, psychotic one without mercy. Why? Because you never showed me any.

“You never showed me any!” I punch the terminal screen in front of me. My dog fist effectively shatters the screen. I felt the electricity inside pass into my body, and my hair stood on end, but it didn’t hurt.

“What was that dear?” Says the yellow unicorn with the comb over chained to my leg behind me.

I turned to him. “You fucked up. You were an idiot. You made the biggest mistake of your life two years ago.”

He nods to himself. “I should have realized you were filing through the cage with your claw sooner. It was an honest surprise when I trotted into the room to push the button, and you threw the roof of your cage at me instead of food or water for once. It hurt. I’ll give you that. Ad you most certainly have not been easy on me the past two years.” He motions his head at the several scars on his side and back. “I’m surprised you haven’t killed me yet.”

I laugh. “Kill you? There’s still plenty of other toys in the Stable to break before I have my full fun with you. You’ll know I’ll be ready when the time comes. And that time will be when the citizen scan says there’re only two citizens left in Stable 63. It’s at eighteen right now, Gold. Your time is coming fast.” I grin. “And when your time comes, I’ll make sure it’s slow.”

“And I told you, when that time comes, I’ll be ready.”

I growled at him angry. Then I unchained him from my back, flew upward, and chained him to a ceiling pipe. “You hang around here. I have sixteen ponies to murder. And I’ll make sure they all scream. You can count them down.” I flew out of the room before he could give me a reply.

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“You’re going to have to swim faster than that if you want to get to the other side, Gold!” I yelled at the unicorn as he swam through a pool of my own acid spittle. It was only six feet long, but already it was burning through the flesh in his chest, gut, and three remaining legs. He managed to get to the other side of it in less than fifteen seconds, but it still did the damage I hoped it would. I could see his bony ribcage, and he had several holes burned into his stomach. Not to mention he could barely stand on the now-exposed flesh on his legs.

I had decided the best way to torture the evil doctor was to run him through multiple trials. He had just cleared the third one. He lost a back hoof at the second one, which was a giant game of dodge the angry chainsaws.

“Good job Gold! You made it.” I moved on to the overlook of the next chamber. “Hope you don’t mind a little bit of thunder in your life. Cause it’s about to get electrifying!” I hit the switch, and watched as hundreds of watts of energy started to pass between nine different pylons. One wrong step, and he’d singe his fur.

He stepped into the chamber, and started to move around it. He collapsed, probably due to weakness from losing a leg and the acid, which was still clinging to his body and eating away at it. An electrical bolt strayed from its pylon, and hit him directly. He let out a scream of pain, and his body caught on fire.

I chuckled. It was surprisingly the calmest laugh I had given in all four years of my lifespan. But I felt calm. As I watched the pony I hated most in the world writhe in pain before me, his life finally being exhausted, I couldn’t help but feeling proud. Accomplished.

I felt peace. I felt bliss.

The pylon closest to Gold explodes. My chuckle transitions into a laugh as his body is ripped apart. What’s left of it hits the glass pane protecting me from the chamber, and stuck to it with a bloody splat. He was still alive. He looked at me weakly, as he slowly slid down the glass pan. His organs spilled out of his gut since the lower half of it had probably been torn away in the explosion. He groaned weakly, and I actually watched as the last of his life passed from his eyes. He was dead before his body peeled away from the glass.

Disappointed, I started to walk away. He only lasted nine minutes and he still had four rooms to go. But at least he was finally out of my mane. He wasn’t a problem. Finally, finally I could get away.

The last eight pylons in the room exploded. The power in the Stable gave out from the sheer amount of energy directed to the pylons. The emergency lights went up, and the alarm started blaring. I sighed.

There was no more fun for me here anymore. Not down here. If I wanted to have any fun, I would have to leave Stable 63. Good. I hope I never had to come here again. I started the trek to the Stable door. I observed the blood spatter traces of the old residents. Ah, there was that stallion I nailed to the wall. I literally shoved a pole up his ass (A painful way to go, apparently.) That mare… She was still alive.

I laughed, as I moved over to her. Apparently, in my rush to get the last sixteen killed to finish off Gold, I failed to clean up everyone perfectly. Ah well Gold. Hope you can forgive me.

The green maned, amber unicorn crawled weakly away. Both her back legs were broken, and she couldn’t use them. She was also leaving quite the blood trail behind her.

I walked over to her, and picked her up by the nape of her neck. She let out a hoarse squeal, and then our eyes met. She whimpered. “Please. Let me go. Just let me go. I don’t want to die. I don’t-”

“Shut up.” She paused, and looked into my eyes. I’m sure she saw the flaring rage. “You fuckers created me. I bet that in your eyes, I was nothing more than a mutant. A freak… An experiment. I was torture. At first, for testing, then later for fun. And I know why that golden fucker did it to. He was pissed at me for killing that blue asshat.”

“I-I-I don’t-”

“I said shut the fuck up. My name is Songbird. And you better fucking remember my name, got it? Because I’m pissed. You’re lucky, bitch. I’m letting you get away. Why? Because my rain of terror in this place is over. I’m done. I’m going outside.” I drop her on the ground, which lets out a yelp from her, and I walk away.

I manage to reach the Stable door within minutes. What better way to open the door, than to completely smash the control panel? As the door slowly slid open with a screech, I looked back on the Stable behind me. Stable 63, the Stable of experiments and mad scientists. I’ll make sure your infamy goes down in history. I’ll make sure you get the hate you deserve, Dr. Gold. I’ll make sure no one ever visits this hell hole. And to do that, I would need a hell of a lot of explosives.

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Years Since the Megaspells Hit: 87

You wanna know what the first thing I did when I got outside was? Covered my eyes. Fucking A it was bright outside.

The moment my eyes got used to the light, I took a look around. Off in the distance was what looked like a city. Made of crystal, maybe?

Then I flew upward. Finally, I had the one thing I had wanted for so long. I pushed my wings as hard as I could. It felt like I hit a hundred miles an hour. No, a hundred fifty. Within a minute, I had broken the cloud cover. I just kept flying upward. Straight up toward that big blue expanse ahead of me.

I felt something hot go straight through my bug wing, and suddenly I couldn’t fly anymore. I look around for my attackers.

Great. Pegasi with scorpion tails and laser guns, blasting me from the cloud cover. They just hit me over and over again with their lasers. Obviously, they realized it wasn’t killing me, but they followed me, even after I went below the cloud cover.

One of them must have gotten a lucky shot, because I felt a heat spread throughout my body, and suddenly I was melting to ashes. I couldn’t help but smile, despite the intense pain.

One thing was for sure: I was going to love the Equestrian Wasteland.

And one more thing was for sure.

I had something I had always wanted.

Freedom.

My body hit the ground with a sickening crunch as my body shattered around itself, then disintegrated to ash.

Those poor pegasi were met with a violent, bloody, and anger filled surprise half an hour later. That night was known as ‘The Night That Rained Blood’ by those ponies in the little civilization less than a mile away from the Stable 63 entrance.

Author's Note

Huge thanks to Kkat for the creation of the original Fallout: Equestria, and to RuinQueenofOblivion for her support.