Fallout Equestria: Lightning Strikes Twice

The sun rose on a rather cool day in Canterlot; on October 23rd, 1478 AC.

Pat Thundersnow and his wife Pinkie Pie were just about to begin their morning routine.

Pat was a rather fit steel blue pegasus with black hooves. He wore a bright blue scarf around his neck that complimented his saddle brown medium-length fringe mane and rather short dynamic tail. His forest green eyes made a noticeable contrast with his fur. His cutie mark shown an icy colored lightning bolt coming down a dark grey cloud that shed three distinct snowflakes.

The smell of frying eggs and pancakes permeated their apartment, overlooking the waterfall just southwest of the capital city of Equestria.

Pinkie, still strung out from her last binge of Party Time Mint-als, stumbled into the kitchen.

“Morning, my sweet pegasus. Heard anything from Cotton?” Pinkie said, giving her blue pegasus husband a kiss. She was referring to their daughter—Cotton Candy Cirrus—who had recently enlisted in the equestrian resistance against the zebra nation.

“She did send a note saying that she’s in Ponyville on a security team. She said that she’ll be home in a week or two,” Pat replied, handing Pinkie a glass of fresh orange juice. “Drink something. We need to get you in peak thinking condition.”

“Oh, crap… I forgot we had to meet with Twilight and the others today, on the rumors of the Zebras surrendering,” Pinkie said, chugging her orange juice. “Definitely not gonna let them down. All the ministries gotta do their part. Just a little bit more and maybe peace could come back...”

Pat gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Go get dressed for the assembly; breakfast will be ready when you're done,” he said, as he flipped pancakes.

“Just a sec. Gonna see if anything new has been published.” Pinkie stepped outside, grabbing the newspaper on their porch. “So much tension and fighting for so long...”—she sighed— “I really hope it can come to an end...”

She was about to close the door behind her when loud booming sounds suddenly burst from outside.

“What the hell?!” Pat said, dropping the frying pan to the floor; as the booms and crashes got closer.

Unbeknownst to the two lovers, the two warring clans had begun bombarding each other with megaspells; what amounted to the be all, ending the war.

“What?! Are you serious?!” Pinkie hurried into the kitchen and followed Pat into their bedroom.

They quickly grabbed the bags that they had packed in advance in the possibility of megaspells being used. Those contained their stable suits and all they would need for their lives underground.

“Pinkie! We need to get to our stable, now!”

They latched on their PipBucks and snatched their belongings.

As they stepped outside, they could witness the megaspells falling all over the city of Canterlot; the radiations from them beginning to pollute the air with their poisonous gasses.

Pat's eyes widened. “We’ve got to hurry!”

He and Pinkie struggled to run as fast as they could toward their destination—Stable 124—that was three miles away from their apartment, in Canterlot's park. There, they would be sheltered from the bombardments of radiations until it would subside.

As they were already on their way, Pat glanced at his PipBuck and noticed his radiation counts quickly reaching illness levels as they approached the castle's plaza. “Dang it! We've got to hurry and get to the other side!” He coughed heavily from the fumes as he tried to get Pinkie to run faster.

Meanwhile, pink clouds were being released into the Canterlot castle and into other prominent buildings.

About two miles still separated Pat and Pinkie from reaching their radiation-free haven, but their energy was already fading beyond their will.

“No... We... got to...” Pat weakly said, looking at his radiation count as it blinked 750.

He collapsed to his knees and noticed Pinkie crawling behind him.

With his barely remaining strength and blurring eyes, he dragged himself closer and hold her as tight as he could.

Bombs continued to fall throughout Canterlot, Cloudsdale and Ponyville for a few remaining moments, before slowing to a cease. The air of the radiated Capital city was painted in sickly green and pink fumes.

From the now immobile bodies of Pat and Pinkie, a steady alarm could be heard with a flashing red light coming from their Pipbucks. Their radiation counts had reached 1,000.