Fallout Equestria: Pyrr Prenons
By: Nazhaz

Prologue

Los Pegasus is a large and expansive city ruins on the west coast of the Wasteland. Once upon a time it was an industrial center of a country known as Equestria. Unlike the many other powerful cities of the Equestria, Los Pegasus built out instead of up. The city was in many cases, all of Equestria in miniature. Factories able to rival the industrial powerhouse of Fillydelphia, economic pull that turned the heads of the nobility, its defensive measures enough to impress the urban engineers of Hoofington, and most importantly the naval heart of Equestria.

Warships of hardened, Equestria steel that warded against the Zebra invaders approaching the land on every coast. Machines capable of weathering any storm and tide fighting day in and day out. Ground-to-air guns that turned the skies into a death sentence for anyone foolish enough to strike from above. Los Pegasus was the heart, mind, and soul of each and everyone one of these. Hundreds of ships were constructed throughout the war, their capsized wrecks off the coasts to stand as a testament.

Today the naval legacy of the City is a shadow of its former self. Many of the ships still in port, failing and falling apart day by day, year by year. The few of them still in commision are now controlled by raiders, pirates, and the Shipyarders (No better than pirates if you were to ask me). The rest out at sea and thousands of feet below.

The rest of the City also followed suit with its boats. The center of the City is now ground zero of a megaspell, its radiation and taint reaching as far as the urban outskirts. Certain days, if the weather proved shitty enough, the winds would blow through the rest of the suburban areas and out into the countryside. These storms could last any from a few minutes to a week. Because of this, anyone who calls this City home knows to keep moving. Getting attached to one location for too long meant certain death if a rad storm came in for any extended period of time. Those who do settle down and don’t get purged by a storm typically have a way to repel or treat radiation and taint.

If the urban area wasn’t bad enough the suburbs have just as many dangers to contend with. Raiders populate just about every other street. Some neighborhoods are large enough to boast an entire clan of raiders. In more civilized parts of town, gangers have the run of the land (unless the Shipyarders, Steel Rangers, or a town control the region). This doesn’t even begin to cover the numerous relics of the old world still around. Ghouls, malfunctioning robots, and other bulltshit that made your already shitty life worse.

Aside from that, there are two other factions that have a large presence in the City. The first being... well, Trotters like me aren’t exactly united in a cause, purpose, or ideology. Trotters is just a term ponies of the region use to refer to those living a nomadic lifestyle. We travel around scavenging what we can, typically because we can’t afford to live in a settlement or were pushed out of one by one of the bigger factions. That’s all we are, a bunch of destitute ponies with nowhere else to go. Most of us turn to raider activity within a week.

The second faction. Slavers. Oh yes sure, some towns around the City practice slavery and some groups have you under a contract so severe you might as well be a slave. But those don’t come close to The Slavers. Operating primarily out of the inland industrial sector, The Slavers round up hundreds of ponies each year. They send their hunters and slave wagons out and about the City to capture anypony unfortunate enough to cross paths with them. Didn’t matter who you were, raider, Trotter, a lone Ranger, if they could overwhelm you, you were fucked.

Now what did they do with such a large slave workforce? They had them make weapons, armor, machines, anything right down to the kitchen sink. It’s made them the most powerful region in the area as more and more people join them, either as slaves or slavers. A couple years ago they were just a small settlement known as Ironshod, named after the factory they holed up in. Now of course they were the most powerful military force in all of Los Pegasus. In fact, the only thing preventing them from taking the whole City for themselves was their own slave population. Most of their resources are spent keeping them in line and productive. Personally I never understood the point in keeping their factories running since they had enough weapons to take every faction here on twice over. Pride?

What matters is that they’re a Trotter’s worst nightmare. Because which type of ponies were the least armed, vulnerable, and alone? Us of course! I wouldn’t be alone in the preference of a run through a rad storm over trying to sneak around one of their caravans. They’re cruel and vicious to all of their victims. They put their newly captured slaves through as much pain and misery as took to satisfy their sadism (or another faction came near). Rape, blunt force trauma, psychological torture, so long as their victims could still pull a cart and work afterwords, they did it. In some sick twisted way I suppose it was a way to instill obedience into their slaves. One particular slave hunter was especially ruthless.

His name was Collar.

And I got to learn just how vile he was first hoof…

Author's Note

First things first, this story is based of KKat's original Fallout: Equestria.

With that out of the way I would like to state this is my first ever fic so these first few chapters are probably going to be complete messes . To everyone willing to stick with me, I promise to improve my writing as the story goes on! Shout out to KKat and Somber for inspiring me to try my hand at writing my own Fallout Equestria fic.