Fear. Anger. Betrayal. Vengeance. Sadness. These are the emotions I felt as I listened to my 'Mother' speak to the Head Mare about wanting to get rid of me.
You may be thinking, aren't we Ponies supposed to be full of friendship, and the like? Not in this future. It's 2287, month of June, season of summer. At least it's supposed to be.
The radiation from the esplosions of magic overuse changed the weather first after destroying most everything in it's path, making Summer time Winter, Fall Spring, and so forth. The rain turned deadly, snow not safe, from what I heard of Sputnik, the pony of the Wasteland.
I used to love listening to his stories as a filly, now they scare me, but at the same time, Excite me. I wouldn't be normal there, no, but I'd be more in place out there than in this Stable. Stable 6, 267 years after the explosions of magic overuse.
That isn't the point right now though, as I couldn't stand being near her anymore, I saw a slip of paper by the door. I grabbed it with my magic. Oh I forgot to mention why I'm not 'normal'. I'm a Pegasus, with the ability to use magic with not a horn, but my eyes. I'm considered a freak of nature, and shouldn't have been born, says Tucker Busconick, the foalhood bully of mine.
I quickly maneuver myself out of the guard's way, and quickly entered into a room that hasn't been opened in the last decade and a half, and lock the door behind me. I look at the password- That's what the slip of paper was- and guess it's something important.
I remember hearing a story about a gray filly named Little Pip from Sputnik, how she practically saved the Wasteland with the help of her friends, kinda like the origional six ponies of Harmony. My personal favorite of them being Rainbow Dash, fastest flyer in Equestria, leader of war-parties, Element of Loyalty.
She went by many names, same as the other five, and Spike the dragon. But he seemingly went missing after the explosions of magical overuse, until 256 years later, Little Pip confronted him in his 226 hoof tall glory.
After looking at the password, I tried to see if it would work on my pip-buck. Surprisingly, it worked, and I got information about it. I... It's the key code for the stable door.
I think about it for a second, then decide that I'll leave. Out, out of this stupid stable and away from all of them. As I type in the code, I instantly hear alarms, as the Head Mare starts yelling at me to get away from it.
I'm through with her and her rules. One last click was all it took to make the door open, which I immediately take my chance, and run, using my magic to cover the entrance, and clicking the button to close the stable door.
-End Chapter 1-
Author's Note
This is my first story, and Speda Hooves is my Oc. There will be more OC's added, along with my friends On, and another. You may ask to add y'all's Oc if y'all want, but only two, and I will decide where to place them, and what relationships will be added.
This will also transition into MLP Equestria Girls, with Yu-Gi-Oh involved in the second book, related to my friends book which he used my Oc.
Relationships already added:
Speda x Rainbow Dash x Oc (a friend's)
OC x Sunset Shimmer (a friend's)
Two Oc spots available:
Desert was what crossed my mind first. Then I remembered stories about how vibrant, green, full of life the book of harmony had described outside of the stable, about 267 years ago, before the incident happened.
So this was what it had changed to. Almost nothing left of life, except a few stray leafless trees and bushes about, with little 'rivers' winding about, but it wasn't clean from what I could see.
Immeadiately, I checked my Pip-buck, and found a new radio station was connected. "Rainbooms Radiostation". I immeadiately turned it on, and heard a scratchy sounding voice of what I assumed was a female, with the tone.
"Heeeelllooooooo ponies of the Commonwealth, this here is DJ Pon-3, and hope you've all had a glorious morning! Sandy Slandy coming to you, right now!" The scratchy voiced mare yelled with enthusiasm, before a nice tune started to play, something I've never heard of before.
A weird name for a song, but it did it's trick to brighten me up immediately. I looked at my map, and found the signal was a few miles to the east of her, so I set off to see who this 'DJ Pon-3' was all about in the Wasteland.
A few hours of traveling I came upon the first two Ponies I've seen outside of the stable. Both of them looked, let's say, 'Unsightly' if Rarity, the element of Generosity was to see them.
The first pony was a mare, with spiked up hair in a mohawk fashion, with blood covering her hooves, while the second pony, a Stallion, seemed to be more clean, but with a weird 'intrument' sat against the couch he was on.
Deciding on the logical choice of action, I used my magic to grab the 'instrument' just in case. When hovering it in front of me, I found it was one of those guns that Sputnik told me about.
It was almost cylindrical in shape, with a small handle for magic, or mouth that could operate it, and it was in a small stature. The first name that came to mind was of the 9mm pistol.
[Flashback]
"Small as it may be, it's one of the most powerful pistols out in the wastelands, which can be very life-saving. It can also be just as Life-threatening." Sputnik spoke to me in a commanding, wise voice, full of experience.
[Flashback end]
I shook a little as I remembered his teachings, and how he told me what he had done with one of these at his time as a Wanderer. It wasn't as difficult back then, cuz I was just a filly, and didn't understand.
Now. Now I do. I look over at the two Ponies, and aim slowly at the one on the couch, but I hesitate and think it over. Instead, I get up, put the gun in my bag, and start walking towards them.
"Hello?" My voice seems to shock them awake, cuz they are on there hooves at once, bristling, as the Stallion looks frantically for his gun. "I... I'm not here to cause any trouble, I just want to ask which wa-" I'm stopped as I feel a burst of pain in my cheek.
As I slowly recovering I notice the Mare with a wicked smile as she uses her mouth to pick up a small sharp weapon. A Knife.
". . . Fuck" I say, as I turn to run.
Author's Note
Again, I'm new at this, so don't be too harsh, but make sure you put y'all's inputs in, so I can learn to be better, and thanks in advance! Also, I'm not good with coming up for song names that would be in the Mlp wasteland, so yeaaah.