Fallout Equestria: Building Bonds

by Creatures4Life

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Main 6, Romance, Princess Luna, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Adventure, Crossover, Sex, Fallout
Length: 4994

Ever had a weird chance to redo your life?

Bonds are the centerpiece, the cornerstone that holds the world together. No matter where you are, who you might be, or where you call home, these are the reasons we keep going. The love of a mother, a lover, a sister, a friend, yourself, there are so many kinds of bonds and love out there. 

The Wasteland has forgotten many of them in the face of survival. We spend so much time making sure that someone even remembers we were here that we forget to forge the bonds that would do just that. 

There are eight kinds of Bonds, eight kinds of Love that bring everyone together. These bonds bring villages, towns, capitals, and countries together to stand strong in the face of adversity, but it’s also the same sort of thing that can bring them to their knees if so corrupted. 

Our story is about these, about finding these, and reforging them so we can all remember what it truly means to have and hold dear something so valuable that they should never be forgotten.

Journal Entry of The First Mayor of Harmony

Proof Read/Pre Read/Edited By: https://www.fimfiction.net/user/3874/Chayn (Thank you for all the help you have been and are doing! :twistnerd:

Published 2021-05-31 02:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-05-31 02:50:00 UTC

What does it mean to farm?

Prologue: What does it mean to Farm?

Life in the Wasteland is a complicated and lengthy thing. Even a day can feel like an eternity, with no sun to tell the time with or no changes in the clouds above. It’s either rain, radstorm, or irradiated snow, and those are the three seasons of the Wastes. Now and then, maybe because one of the cloud machines that the Enclave maintained broke, and there would be a break in it. Clear blue skies, the glorious sunshine baking your hide, now that’s something a pony or a creature would like to live to see.

That was something many a creature and pony counted on, as a matter of fact, some more than others. A single day of pure sunlight has crops blooming in a day that would take a whole season of careful cultivation to grow. Nopony can figure out the reasoning for it, but Crop Blooms are one of the only ways to get a family through to the next month or the following year if you’re careful.

Yet, more and more, ponies left to be mercenaries, bounty hunters, ruin divers. Fewer and fewer want to try and scrape a living by tending to dead soil. Farmers are becoming a rare and extinct breed of pony, and why shouldn't they?

Towns no longer truly exist after the balefire bombs fell. The Wasteland is full of hidden dangers, and most ponies only have so much to spare. Much like Friendship City, any flourishing town has traders and water purifier talismans to keep them going. Most folk out here barely have a river running by their crop fields, and even less have makeshift water purifiers to make it work.

The question now becomes, ‘When there is no more food, no cans, no supplies, what will the Equestrian Wasteland become?’ Without farmers, there’s no more food, and without food, well…The Equestrian Wasteland will get another war that it really can’t afford.

Now I'm not saying that that's why I decided to up and join the farmer and town-ponies, and honestly, that can be a whole other story for a whole different breed of pony. Me? Well, let's say that my account turns out to be a bit duller than the heroes the Wasteland has or hasn't had. Still, it doesn’t take much to become a hero in another’s eyes.

My name is Appleseed Mayhem, and this is my story.

Author's Note

Author's Note:

Hello Everypony, I hope you all are strapped in and ready to read. This is a major undertaking and something that I hope will let me grow as both an author and reader. Please let me know any grammar, spelling, or other errors that I might not have caught in the comments. I am also fully supportive of any Constructive Criticism that you all might offer, but please be aware that I will not accept outright hatred or an unhelpful criticism.

I look forward to reading what you all put, and I hope you enjoy the story and characters of Fallout Equestria: Building Bonds.

Sincerely,
Witch Way

Chapter 1: Unlucky Tidings

Chapter 1: Unlucky Tidings

The day begins like most days in the wastes. Rain is coming down in sheets, the waters colder than a whores ass in December, and unlucky me, I’m patrolling around in the whole damn mess. Thanks to my power armor, it’s not miserable, but it still isn’t my idea of a good time.

“Of course, I pull patrol duty in the middle of a storm.” I wouldn’t say it’s unfair. Sermons always makes sure she has the lots drawn fair and square in front of everyone. I will, however, stomp my way through my patrol for having drawn the shitty end of the lot.

Our squadron is currently ahead of the main division of the Steel Rangers. An expedition for setting up a new outpost to keep an eye on the line between the ruins of Vanhoover, Galloping Gorge, and the Unicorn Range. The first major Steel Ranger outpost set up beyond the view of Bucklyn Cross.

Of course, in all her infinite smarts, Sermons took the job of being the first ones out here. Our post is an abandoned Iron Shod Train Roundhouse. It might once have been quite the view. Tons of abandoned trains lie about the ruined mess of the station. The only time I’ve seen one like this is back at Bucklyn Cross.

Even though it is a sight to behold, even with it being rusted to Bucklyn and back, the ponies who designed it set it up in the worst place imaginable.

“Who thinks building a roundhouse on a hilltop is a genius idea?” For a moment, I nearly click over to the radio station in my helmet to listen to some music until I recall one of the other squad members trying that out a day or so ago. The screeching of static in an enclosed helmet is a terrible sensation, though it is hilarious when you’re on the other side.

“Ugggh, not even the sounds of Sweetie Belle can lighten today up.”

“You know, I think you’re supposed to be patrolling quietly, Mayhem. Something something, bad Steel Ranger,” the voice that pops up in my ear has me bucking backward before the snickering picks up.

“Always so skittish for such a big mare. What would the Initiates say?”

“Juniper Berry, you twisted stallion, how many times do I have to tell you-”

“Don’t spook me on me patrol~” if eyes could fall out of your head, his would go with how hard I could feel him rolling them. A quick swivel of the area in vain shows he’s nowhere nearby, which could only mean one of a few things.

“Does Sermons know you stole one of her beacons?” my hoofsteps pick back up on patrol, though it might have been my imagination. I swear the rain lifts just a fraction now that I’ve got company.

A sigh and the popping of a bottle comes across the radio before Juniper responds.

“You two are always so serious about the rules. Live a little! Where’s the daredevil mare I knew back in Friendship City?” six feet under bureaucracy and better for it.

“Stuck out in shitty weather because of the lots, while some ponies spend their time stealing the beacons meant for emergency communications.”

“Borrowing, Appleseed, borrowing. Sermons’ll get it back long before she even realizes I took it to keep you from losing your mind.”

“You’re truly a gift among stallions Juniper, what would I do without you?” an overturned boxcar blocks the path I’m taking. He just chuckles, the scraping of something against steel before he comes back in while I figure out a way around the blockage.

“I dunno, maybe get a date? Everyone in the squad knows who you’ve got a crush on.” Spotting the sliver of a catwalk off to the side, I trot over. A snort of disagreement followed. No pony knows who I have a crush on. Juniper’s just fishing for gossip, worse than grandmares chatting over a hard apple cider.

“Says you, Gossip Queen. I don’t have a crush on anypony.” it’s a little more rickety than I thought, but it does manage to hold my weight. Ominous creaking aside.

“Oh Dawn, ya’ll er jus the prettiest darn thang I ever set eyes on. Won’cha marry me~” I choke back an affronted gasp.

“Juniper Berry, just what the fuck was that? I do not sound like that at all!” stupid idiot, I have not ever talked to Sermons that way. I am bound and determined for her never to find out. Yet how in all the name of Equestria did he manage to learn who I like?

“Oh, it completely is, ever since you met the mare when she came to Friendship City looking for recruits. One look in those pretty blue eyes, those long leggies of hers, and a toss of them luscious purple locks, and you tripped over your hooves.” my hoof catches on a lifted bit of metal, sending me forward before I catch myself. The entire catwalk is shaken from the impact, and a little more ominous creaking happens before it settles again.

“I didn’t know who she was when I first saw her in the bar, Juniper, you know that.”

“Ah, but the old Mayhem charm came out to play. I miss that Mayhem. Any chance I can give her a ring for old times? Tell her I love her?”

“Yea, let me just reach deep down inside and pull her from her nap. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to speak with you.” a throaty chuckle comes across, and that brings a bit of a smirk to my face before I’m off the catwalk and back onto solid ground. My patrol will be well into the following morning, so admittedly, it feels nice to have somepony else to spend the time with.

“So what about you? Any mares catch your fancy, Gossip Queen?” not that I have any doubt that he does. Juniper is the squads’ resident heartbreaker. Almost anywhere we go, he manages to wiggle his way into some young mares’ bed and leaves them, easy as one can please, once we get new orders.

“Well, aren’t you in luck? You know the new girl we just got in our squad? The lovely scribe with the yellow mane?” oh no, please, not her. She’s such a sweetheart.

“Juniper Berry, if you so much as lay a hoof on that girl... She’s an innocent young thing who doesn't need your dirty hooves on her flank.” a cackle of delight cracks over the radio chatter while I plunge on ahead once again, having to divert to another catwalk due to what appears to be half the tracks missing. It seems they fell off over the hillside we are on down below, leaving a gaping hole where solid ground and tracks once were. The faint rushing sound of water reaches up even this far.

“Juniper, quit your cackling. It seems we have a sinkhole on this side of the hill. I’ve got to go over the catwalk that’s still hanging to get to the other side.”

“Mayhem, are you sure about that? You’re a mighty big mare. Can it hold you and your power armor?”

“Is that a hint of concern I hear? Juniper, I didn’t know you cared.” I put a hoof forward and pressed down like the catwalk before it shakes but manages to hold.

“Ha, you must be going deaf. I just don’t want to have to hear an earful from Sermons about letting our walking tank die in a hole. Not to mention getting your PA out afterward.” However, the faint scraping of steel on metal is heard along with the hollow click of hoofsteps.

“The previous one managed, so I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, what’s the worst that’s going to happen? I’m in full power armor, so even a drop from this height shouldn’t do much.” Just keep talking, Appleseed; that’s it. One hoof in front of the other now, and don’t look down. Do...Not...Look...Down...The catwalk gives a shudder, a grating, and my hoof drops through a rusty patch of metal. I freeze, dragging my gaze down from the top of my leg to where my hoof now dangles over a vast hole and a mess of rushing murky dark water.

“Okay, don’t panic, don’t panic. Just got to move my hoof back up and continue forward.”

“What was that Mayhem? Is everything alright! Hold tight I’m making my way to your location.” Oh, cheese, I’m still on comms with Juniper!

“No, no, everything’s fine. Just put my hoof wrong. No need to worry your pretty little head, Gossip Queen.” Ignore the fact that my stomachs went right with my hoof. My eyes are still frozen, watching the water. One wrong move, and I might be taking a swim.

“Oh please, to whatever Deity is up there, don’t let there be Radigators in that water.” Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. Take a deep breath. You’re a big girl. Now pull your hoof up slow. That’s it see, nothing to it. Do not think of the hundred-foot fall into roaring waters that lead to Tarturas knows where and can be full of hundreds of big irradiated gators that can punch right through your power armor.

My hoof pulls out with the shrieking of abused metal, and I heave a sigh of heartfelt relief.

“See Juniper, nothing to it.”

“Ha, I’m sure, just hang tight, and I’ll see about levitating your fat flanks off that catwalk.” a chuckle breaks out from the anxiety in my chest before I put a hoof back down to continue on my way.

“I’m not fat, Juniper. I’m all grade A muscle.” The glint of polished power armor in the distance comes into view. My E.F.S. (Eyes Forward Sparkle) gives the sweet clean blue color of an ally. It must be Juniper, I’ll have to give Sermons a full report about the tenderness of the catwalks lining the Roundhouse, but maybe she’ll let me report in early.

“After all, I’m sure Juniper can attest to the dangers of power-armored ponies trotting over rusty catwalks.” A crash of thunder is heard right before I hear over the comms of Juniper’s voice shouting at me to run.

The world lights up in colors, and the catwalk shatters under my hooves, the surge of pure raw lightning coursing through my suit short-circuiting everything. Just before the world goes dark, the last thing I hear is Juniper’s desperate cry.

“APPLESEED!” and the crash of water surrounds me.

Footnote: Level Up
New Perk Unlocked: Sarcastic Hearts - With this perk, you may truly bond with the pretentious assholes of the Wasteland. New dialogue options are unlocked whenever you speak with a hardened spirit.

Author's Note

Author's Note:
Hello Everypony, I hope you all are strapped in and ready to read. This is a major undertaking and something that I hope will let me grow as both an author and reader. Please let me know any grammar, spelling, or other errors that I might not have caught in the comments. I am also fully supportive of any Constructive Criticism that you all might offer, but please be aware that I will not accept outright hatred or an unhelpful criticism.

I look forward to reading what you all put, and I hope you enjoy the story and characters of Fallout Equestria: Building Bonds.

Sincerely,
Witch Way

Chapter 2: Down the Rabbit Hole

Chapter 2: Down the Rabbit Hole

The world flicks in and out of focus in varying shades of orange, grey, and blue. A ticking sounds from somewhere faint, but there, like it’s trying to force its way through a thick soup. Every time I try to focus on it, my head gives a terrible spike of pain between my ears, as though someone is trying to stab me with a knife through the backs of my eyes.

The blurry world shifts, and I feel someone or something rolling my body over onto my back. I clench my eyes tighter while a surge of nausea rolls from my stomach. Something pushes my head back while a light flashes into my eyes, causing that stabbing to return with a vengeance.

“...sion...mov...ive?” The figure who shines the light in my eyes comes into focus, just a fraction. My eyes meet ones with an interesting cyan. We’re so close I can see the small rings of white that interlock and spread throughout them.

“Pretty,” my hoof tries to rise to touch them. I’ve never seen such eyes before in all my years of the wastelands. The world begins to dim, and dull darkness creeps in around the edges. My last sight is of those cyan eyes.

The world goes dark again, blissfully quiet, no more lights, no more stabbing, no annoying ticking wreaking havoc in my head—just sweet nothingness.

The next time I open my eyes, the world isn’t orange, and grey, and blue. However, it is of a dull, sickly yellow. I’m sure at one point in time, it might have been bright and cheerful, meant to help brighten spirits wherever I am. Instead, my whole body spasms in pain, and the muscles in my legs start twitching, legs kicking out, and a dry shuddering breath surges into my lungs.

“She’s waking up.” My ear twitches, yet that tiny movement brings forth a whole new wave of pain and shock. Beeping sounds beside me are getting faster, and the pitch climbs higher.

“It’s far too early. Give her another dose of the potion,”

“If we give her any more, she could go comatose. After that, who knows when she’ll wake up again!”

“Then that simply makes Procedure One easier. Give her another dose. I’m not losing this veritable gift that’s landed on our doorstep,”

“It’s your funeral,” I try to croak out a response to a question. What’s going on, what procedure, what potion? The click of hooves comes to a stop beside me, and I force my eyes to focus on something besides that pale dull yellow—cyan eyes with interlocking white rings. A hoof comes up and brushes through the mess of my mane.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be something special that the world has never seen before. Something we all need to remember, and you’re our one shot at it.” Ticking begins in the back of my head, small at first, but then it gets louder, sharper, stabbing me in the backs of my eyes and my body wracks with another spasm.

“We’re losing her!”

“Give her the potion and up the stream of healing potions while you’re at it!”

“He..l..p..” I croak out, forcing the words. I feel a trickle streak down my cheek, heavy and sluggish. A burst of cold comes from somewhere, and darkness creeps in around the edges. The ticking slows and quiets, the pain recedes, and once again, the last thing I see is cyan.

The last thing I hear, though.

“Why do you even think this is the one that’s going to work?”

“I’m not sure myself, but...There’s something to be said about finding her near death, yet she still fought to live.”

Tick…

Tick…

Tick…

Tick…

I force my eyes tighter, trying with every fiber of my being to ignore the incessant ticking inside my head.

Tick…

It gets louder each time I ignore it. The pain spiking when I attempt to keep my eyes shut, vainly trying to fight through the noise. It’s a lost cause, my body violently protesting the shudders that startup, the twitching in my legs, and it lunges up from where I lay until my eyes shoot open and I heave in a gulp of air. Too fast for it to process, and I curl up while my body goes through a coughing fit. Spittle flying lose, and I all but choke on the next time I try to cough out the fluid built up on the back of my throat.

Something cold presses against my forehead, and the last body-wracking cough finishes with just a simple bit of drool dripping off my lips. I look up into cyan eyes ringed with white, and for a moment, I feel like I recognize them.

TICK…

“Ouch,” the word rasps out of my throat, sounding like I smoke a pack a day. The eyes wince in sympathy before brushing their hoof through the mess of my mane.

“Shhh, you’ve been through a lot of surgeries, and I need to ask a few questions before we can let you go.” I think it might be a mare; the voice is so soft and sweet and cool. Can a voice be cool? Her hoof continues its soft strokes, gently untangling knots of mane. I press up as much as I can into the chilly touch. Her hoof feels like a cool drink of water on my hot fur and skin.

“Where?” The word breaks over the air, a question I try to finish before I drop into another coughing spasm. Cyan drops her gaze from me, looking off to the side before a straw is held before me.

“Drink, you’ve been unconscious for a while. You need water before we get to the questions.” I struggle to lift my hoof towards the glass, barely a quiver above the mattress. She tucks her hoof behind my head to help lift me towards it. The water is blissful relief against my dry tongue and throat. She pulls the straw away and sets the glass down, tenderly putting me back against the pillows.

“Our first question is simple. Do you recall your name?” Her hoof goes back to stroking my mane again, and I nearly drift back off to sleep. She boops my nose, and I go cross-eyed trying to look at it.

“No sleeping, I need you to answer the question.” I huff and try to wiggle away from her, but that just shifts me up against the pillows, and another twinge of pain shoots through my back. I think of the question. Wracking my brain for any sort of name that I might have, which seems odd, of course. I mean, I clearly have a name...don’t I? I try to focus on anything when a large echoing:

TICK!

Stabs through my head, and I burrow my face into the pillows biting down to keep from shouting in pain. I grind my teeth against the fabric, soon tasting old cotton and a sour rancid taste, probably my own sweat from however long I’ve been laying here.

“Do you-”

“No, all I hear is a loud ticking noise whenever I try to think.” Finally, I force the words out, despite the ticking now dimming but still there. Waiting, lurking even, I hope it will just stay quiet. Pulling away from the pillow, I meet that cyan gaze again before she looks away.

“Procedure One, successful. The patient does not recall her name.” The gentle scribbling of paper comes from her direction before she turns those intriguing eyes back on me. I give a small smile in her direction; her shoulders have pulled up a bit towards her neck. Come on, give it another try.

“Now for,” her words cut off as I manage to get my hoof to get off the damn bed though not to where I want it to. I do manage to land my hoof on top of hers. Her eyes drop down, and for a moment, I think she’s going to blush, but she turns away again though she takes my hoof off of hers and puts it back down onto the bed.

“Is there anything you remember from your life?”

“What’s your name?” that stops her in her tracks. Those cyan eyes look back at me, and I offer a small smile again.

“Your name. If you’re going to ask me mine, I feel like it’s only fair you give me yours. I know I don’t have a name to give you, but I thought maybe you have one? Otherwise, I’m just going to keep thinking of you as Cyan.” I think she stops breathing because she just freezes. Nothing moving, not even a hint of her chest puffing with air. Until she surges up and immediately makes a bolt for the door.

“Pro...Give her another dose of the potion.” Is her parting words to who I’m not sure, since I see nopony else in the room. I struggle to sit up, try to call out to her, and while a blissfully cool sensation surges through my head, I catch a glimpse of cyan eyes watching me. With the most baffled torn look in them…

Then the darkness takes over.

Tick…

Tick…

Tick…

Tick…

Cyan eyes watch me from a distance, and I struggle to reach for them though I’m not sure why. Something in them calls me to help, and I want nothing more than to do so. Yet, each time I manage to get within reach of her, coldness takes over than shadows.

“Do you remember anything of your past?” I try to remember:

Tick!

Pain surges again, my body spasms, and my breath chokes in my throat. Cyan eyes watch me again, this time colder, closed off than they were...or were they? I feel like they once held a gentle warmth.

“No, I don’t remember anything except your eyes.”

Tick!

Another dose of cold bliss spreads through me. The parting words said:

“Procedure Two complete, subject remembers nothing of her past…Proceed to Procedure Three.” Darkness slips in, familiar and cold.

Tick…

Tick…

Tick…

Tick…

I wake up groggy, body wracked with shivers, but my hooves lift up easy as can be. I take a look around, the lights are dim, and I don’t see anypony around. My throat scratches when I try to swallow. Finally, a glass appears before me, condensation trickles down the sides, and I take it pulling it close and savor the sweet sensation of water easing the glide of saliva.

Looking up, I catch cyan eyes in the darkness. Once again, I get the oddest sensation I’ve seen them before. I try to think, try to remember.

Tick!

The glass shatters on the floor, and I whimper out in pain while I clutch my head. I force my eyes open to catch cyan eyes full of something, I feel like she might be crying, but I’m not sure why.

“Give her another dose of the potion.” I reach out to stop her, but blissful cold radiates through my body, the ticking dimming down once again as shadows cover my sight. Cyan is gone again.

Tick…

Tick…

Tick…

Tick…

I wake up to a dull, sickly yellow ceiling. The ticking is back, slow and quiet behind my eyes. Not stabbing this time. I look around and spy cyan eyes watching me from beside my bed. They’re still ringed with white, and I think they’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…

“It is time for our final question.” her voice sounds dull, monotonous. I feel like that shouldn’t be right. Somethings wrong, off.

Tick!

I flinch away from her. Eyes squeezing tight until little stars explode behind them. My own personal little galaxies...It doesn’t help. If anything, it makes the ticking worse. When I open them, her hoof is extended just a fraction away from my mane. My chest aches, and I lean forward, trying to nuzzle into it, but she yanks it away. Her head turns to look at the clipboard held in her lap, a pen beside her in reach.

Quiet reigns and I open my mouth to ask her a question, but she beats me.

“Do you remember the wasteland?” My head tilts to the side while I ponder a response. She looks back at me, and I’m not sure what I expect to see or what she’s hoping for me to say. So I think, scrunching my nose, trying to think if I know anything about a wasteland.

Tick!

Tick!

Tick!!

The ticking returns loud, incessant, my eyes flinch, and I shove away from her hooves, reaching up to grasp my head tight. It feels like it’s going to split apart...

Instead, gentle cold presses just behind my ear, stroking my mane and easing the cacophony of ticking. Green meets Cyan, and a small tiny whisper reaches my ears.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What for?” it’s the first question I get out. I want to know, I want to know why it feels like I know this cyan-eyed mare, even though it’s my first time seeing her. I lift my hoof to hold hers and press it harder against the back of my ear. Flicking it in an attempt to see her smile.

For a small tiny moment, it’s there a gentle beam, cyan eyes meeting my own before she asks the question again.

“Do you remember the wasteland?” I’m not sure why, but I know the answer she’s looking for, and I hesitate to say it. I bite down on my lip to hold it in, but I really have no idea what she’s talking about.

“What is the wasteland?” and there it is, cyan averts, pulls her hoof out of my own, tracing down my jaw and pausing a tiny fraction on the bottom of my chin before finally pulling away. Again, the pen is put to paper, wrapped this time in a gentle white-blue glow.

“Procedure...Three complete...Give her the final dose. She’s ready to enter.”

“Enter what? What procedure? Why do I feel like I know you!” Her shoulders hunch and she trots away. Coldness creeps in, but it’s not comforting, darkness fills the edges of my eyes, but I struggle to try to get out of the bed. Reaching to her, trying to get answers to something, but I don’t know what. My heartbeat slows, my legs stop twitching, and my breathing gets deeper.

The last thing I hear and see is a cyan-eyed mare in a barely-there whisper.

“My name is-” but shadows cover me, and I don’t catch her name.

Author's Note

Hello Everypony, I hope you all are strapped in and ready to read. This is a major undertaking and something that I hope will let me grow as both an author and reader. Please let me know any grammar, spelling, or other errors that I might not have caught in the comments. I am also fully supportive of any Constructive Criticism that you all might offer, but please be aware that I will not accept outright hatred or an unhelpful criticism.

I look forward to reading what you all put, and I hope you enjoy the story and characters of Fallout Equestria: Building Bonds.

Sincerely,
Witch Way