When the bombs were dropping all of the ponies got stables all to themselves hundreds and hundreds surrounded by their family and friends with other ponies who were just like them and they thought they were lucky.

All of the non pony species had to fight over any spaces that were available in the few stables that were allowed to us.

My Name True Fang and I am a thestral living in the first Oddity stable where we were told to fight over it basically making sure that all of our species would fight to the death for one spot but we didn't do what they wanted and we allowed 25 of each species to be allowed in and we managed to live in peace.

200 years later the food is starting to become sparse and some sacrifice is going to have to be made in order to allow Stable 11 to continue