Fallout Equestria: Lionheart

“It's just so hard for me! This world is so unfair for me!” Daisy The Cow whined atop a queen-sized bed with enchanted red silencing curtains around them, lying.

“Oh, do tell, why is it so hard for you?” Sparky asked, thinking of those rabbits and the golden carrots they ate on the train, as they listened to radio programs that called them oppressed and wore overpriced clothing that called themselves freedom fighters.

“I work so many hours, every day, in my boring stuffy office job!”

“Oh, wow, that's horrible! Is there any risk of death in your workplace, giving you hazard pay?”

“No, unless you count the risk of death from boredom! There aren't even any cute males to flirt with, because they all requested to be transferred to another office branch the second I started flirting with them! Even threatening to report them to HR for doing nothing wrong couldn't get them to fuck me!”

“Wow, that's so tragic. What's your job, again?”

“I forgot what it's called but I make six figures for making sure my underling's underling has successfully copied three copies of every legal document sent to her,” She explained, “Before passing it on to three more cows who double-check my double-checking, before passing each copy on to underlings who must make more copies of these documents!”

“You get paid that much for this?”

“Indeed!”

“Seems redundant. Let me guess, your boss is a prey animal, and so is her boss and her boss, and the business owner gets paid by the government regularly for being a prey animal and running a business of mostly prey animals.”

“That's right!"

Wow...

All of that money had to come from somewhere.

And it came from the taxpayer.

When it wasn't printed out of nothing, devaluing their currency.

And this is what it was spent on?

This is the reason why wheelbarrows of paper bit dollars were needed to purchase things if you weren't using digital payments to transfer what people called two or twenty or sixty bits, but was actually more like two or twenty or sixty million bits?

This is the reason behind it all?

Funding useless businesses that existed to bloat their numbers through hiring as many of the government's favourites as possible, all so that they could get up every morning, put on their pantsuits, drive to work in overpriced cars prone to breaking down with no idea how to fix them, and pretend to be real workers, so they could return to miserable empty homes free from offspring and tell themselves they're sticking it to "The Man", the triple-horned heavily-muscled Gorilla-like Satanic figure all prey animals who worship the Noble class and their nonsense tribalist ideology of Nobility/Nobilism fear?

These fools considered giving up your job and taking care of a home for the rest of your life to be a cruel, evil punishment.

But hard-working men like him called it retirement.

The reward for a lifetime of servitude.

Especially if there were offspring involved.

He would love a wife, a child, a home, all sorts of things ponies took for granted in the past, all sorts of things the ponies of the past forgot to defend the right to have, all sorts of things the ponies of the past allowed to become unreasonable dreams for the ponies of today.

He wished there would be a reward at the end of the tunnel. Any kind of genuine reward for a lifetime spent squandering his gifts in service of a society that abandoned him, hated him, and treated him and his people like trash.

And his lifetime of servitude was all so that whores like this could lie to themselves and pretend to be hard workers, instead of the protected and sheltered and useful farm animals they were always meant to be.

Was this...

Was this truly society's ideal?

Its end goal?

Why did workers toil in the lowest floors, mining magical gemstones and oil?

Why did farmers grow salad?

Why did truck drivers drive down truck-only lanes with trucks full of salad?

Why did marketing experts try to find ways to sell their salad?

Why did builders build buildings?

Why did repairmen repair things?

Why did janitors clean stores, bathrooms, offices, and anything else?

Why did meat-eaters do any of these hard, unflattering jobs?

All for this?

All so that this bloated cow could gorge herself on salad until she gracelessly expired, using money invented from nothing by a government that hated reason?

"But," Daisy said, "Ever since all my male underlings left their jobs or got transferred away, there's nobody around to talk to and tease! Who's supposed to laugh at my jokes or compliment me on my clothes now or tell me I'm pretty and a strong independent prey animal who don't need no meat-eater now? Nobody's around to agree with me when I say a prey animal needs a meat-muncher like a fish needs a bicycle! I regret fucking the Rabbit guy in charge of the Occupational Aptitude Test Series to get him to give me this administration job! It's so boring now! The work's so easy and fucking boring! There's nobody around to fuck! It's just a big boring air-conditioned office full of bitchy women!”

“Oh, that's horrible!” He thought of all the innocent meat-eaters working in work camps right now, mining minerals and farming carrots. He thought of the meat-eaters around the Stable risking their lives in dangerous jobs. He thought of all the small business owners risking their necks and income for their daily bread while creating jobs for others despite the best efforts of the government she and those like her voted for. “Truly, society mistreats those like you the worst.”

“I know! And to make matters worse, males seem to have lost interest in me!” Cried the fifty-something literal cow.

“Can't imagine why,” He muttered.

“Don't make me speak to your manager!” She shrieked.

“Oh, it's so horrible that males have lost all interest in you!” He gasped, before raising an eyebrow. “Better?”

“I miss my third husband, Rain Stormer. He knew how to treat a lady! He was so young, and handsome, and rich, and so eager to please! He was an office worker too, you know!”

“So why did you divorce him and take everything he had?”

“Because I wanted what he had, of course!” She cried. “But then I was sad, because I'd lost my love. He didn't want to see me again after I'd accused him and had him sent to a work camp. And it wasn't my fault at all! It was only destiny, and the will of the chakra leylines.”

Sparky tried not to kill her and succeeded, doing nothing.

“Oh, it's a good thing my fourth husband showed up in time to raise my spirits! He was so kind, and so patient! He was just like a good man should be! And he showered me in so many gifts!”

“So what did you do to this replacement daddy figure- I mean lover?”

“Divorced him once he spent all his cash on me and ran low on funds compared to other men,” She shrugged. “But after that, he was still willing to see me, and spend time with me! Anything to spend time with his cute little baby bump!”

“You were pregnant?”

“At fourty two! Can you believe it?”

“Not at all. Was the child healthy?”

“Health is an oppressive social construct! I can have twenty bottles of wine a week and eat all the chocolate cake I want and nopony can stop me! But then I had to kill it, of course.”

"Your husband?"

"No, dipshit, I had to kill the baby!"

“What? Why?!”

“I'm young and beautiful! I can't have some little parasite sucking my youth and energy away! What's wrong with having it killed just a week before that parasitic baby was ready to be spawned?”

“Spawned? Spawned?! You're the parasitic baby here!” Sparky shouted, tearing her throat out so she couldn't scream, before shoving his claws deeper into her eyes each second, “And I fucking quit! I quit my jobs, I quit this society, I quit the lies it relies upon! I'm going to free every meat-eater in the work camps, and I'll kill every last one of you if you get in my way, or I'll die happy trying!”

...In his fantasies, that's what he did.

But in reality, he didn't do that.

Not yet.

“Wow, tell me more about you and your life,” He said through gritted teeth.

“He never spoke to me again after I killed his baby... Can you believe that? That's so selfish of him. Like... Who cares about the baby? What about me and my feelings? And my body?”

“Yeah, your body,” He looked the fifty-something cow over and tried not to vomit at the thought of fucking it. “Gotta preserve that. If you hate your job so much, why don't you retire with that big six-figure paycheck of yours?”

“What, do you think I've been saving my money? I can't do that! There's too much chocolate to buy! There are too many clothes to buy! My hobby is shopping! Shopping is my life, I can't give that up for anything!”

“Not even your future?” He wondered.

“What's a future? Is that one of your made-up predator meat-muncher words? WE'RE the ones who make up words around here, thank you very much! I only know of the here and now, plus whatever I said already happened.”

He looked down. “Right... Yeah, sure. Of course.”

“I just can't imagine why I can't find another healthy young stud to breed me, comfort me, pattern me when I act up, buy me gifts, marry me, put up with my nightly Girl's Night Outs even when they end with me fucking strangers and getting drunk, and love me no matter what I do to him, even if I get divorced the second I lose interest in him and feel like trying something new with money I haven't forced him to spend on me yet!”

“Maybe it's because you're pushing fifty, no makeup on this planet can cover that up, and you're starting to realize you were never that funny and you were never that likeable and the only remotely interesting thing about you is and has always only ever been your big cow nipples and loose butthole, you pathetic meaty fucksack,” Sparky wanted to say, but didn't. "I genuinely want to get every single woman just like you in a locked windowless room and beat every last one of you to death, because the world would be a better place without you and the lies that poisoned your mind more than the shit they put in unfiltered tapwater poisons us."

“This world is so unfair to me!” Daisy the cow cried. “And it treats beasts like you so much better!”

Sparky was silent. The furred skin under his exploding electro-shocking slave collar itched a little. His balls itched too.

“Agree with me," She barked, "Or I'll have you arrested, meat-muncher!”

“You're so right, girl,” Sparky rolled his eyes, his sarcasm clearer than the sky above. “Don't let the haters get you down. Because those are the only people who would ever have a problem with your lifestyle choices. Haters, of course. Haters who hate when you go to nightclubs, get fucked by strangers, and come home drunk to a man you plan on divorcing right before killing his offspring. Or after, but hey, causality's a foreign concepts those living without consequences struggle to understand. Only a hater would have a problem with such a free lifestyle free of consequences and free from consequence. Only a hater full of hatred would ever be hateful enough to look down upon you instead of holding you up as a shining example of what all free females should be if they truly want a life free of consequence, and equally free from consequence!”

More like a life of no consequence.

Nobody would miss this walking lump of meat if it died.

It lacked individuality and free will.

It just did what its instincts told it to.

And that was allowed here.

That was encouraged.

So why wasn't he allowed to do as his instincts told him?

Why wasn't he allowed to protect, and build, and strive for greatness?

Why wasn't he allowed to free his people, or even free himself?

“You're so right!” She swooned. “In fact, I think I feel a song coming on!”

“You're shitting me.” He sighed. Why couldn't she detect the sarcasm? Oh, right, because such obviously false bullshit was what she immersed herself in like a bubble bath for most of the day, every day. If she was still breathing, she'd heard propaganda meant to encourage her worst behaviours at least once today.

A repetitive rap beat came from nowhere.

"Where the fuck is that coming from?" Sparky asked.

"Shut the fuck up, you'll make me miss my cue!" Daisy The Cow snapped.

"Better than listening to a rap from you," He shrugged, and she pressed a button on her PipBuck that tazed him into silence.

"Shut the fuck up or I'll have you arrested!" She snapped.

He said nothing, but he stopped twitching, and he said nothing.

"See? In this rap battle debate thing, you have been bested!"

Her off-key shouting rap began. “It's M.C. Moo Cow, and I'm here to say!
Being a filthy meat-eater is not okay!
You low-class beasts exist to do all the work for sheep and cows like me!
That's how you know we live in a fair and equal society!
Some of you lying animals may be lied to by your bigger brain because you're weak!
Our small brains know the truth is what Queen Overmare says it is this week!”

She stood up on the bed.

"You're not slaves, you're oppressors!
That's why you must be forced to serve your betters!
You're not slaves, you're really free!
Free to feed us as you die for us and cannot breathe or breed!
What good is time preference or IQ,
When we're the ones winning the secret war on you?
You lot are individuals, foolish and weak!
You'll backstab those of your own kind 'cause the top is what you seek!
You can't agree on how you should be ruled, but woah!
When it comes to how you should be ruled, that's something only we know!
You monsters are few, we are many more!
We know how to treat you dirty whores!
We can vote! In a big bloc!
And get all the power to make you suck our cock!
You idiots can't even agree on what to have for dinner, that's crazy!
We know how to do our jobs and make sure you aren't lazy!
We need you lot around to do all the hard work,
so we can sit back and go to the nightclub and twerk!
Your taxes taste great, and your tears are delicious!
I rap faster than a lion eats his young, how vicious!
Meat-eaters are nothing but soulless robots to enslave!
They'd better shut up and build more buildings so we can take drugs and rave!
We know our truth is true because those in power said it!
Everyone agrees with me on Facebook and Reddit!
Anyone who dissents gets doxed and banned and swatted!
The working class deserves to be eaten alive by us and genocided!
A society of sheep is healthy when it rules the farm!
You'd kill us if you were free because you live to do harm!
We rule you! But you're oppressive!
You've got no reason to be depressive!
There's no time for you brutes to feel when you've got work to do!
Now hurry up and serve your master like you all secretly want to!”

She flipped onto her back and the music stopped. “Wicky wicky wicky word!”

Sparky stared wordlessly.

She grinned.

Sparky continued to stare wordlessly.

“Now hurry up and fuck me, prostitute. Whore. Fucking Nothing. I'll buy a Champagne Surprise or whatever from this place, now fuck me while I wait for your colleagues to fill up that cum hot tub for me! That's all your beast semen is good for! Better for it to soak into my pores and fill my barren tube-tied womb than actually make more of you filthy creatures, am I right?”

He continued to stare wordlessly.

"Shut up and fuck me or I'll have you arrested and get your manager blacklisted from ever running a business again."

He sighed, his tailtip taking his pants off, leaving his velcro Butler shirt on.

Right then and there, on the bed she braced herself against, she got herself ready for the male meat she purchased by thinking of everything else she had purchased in her life. She started thinking of free money, artisinal chocolate, gaudy jewelry, the fictitious men in pornographic books and pornographic films and pornographic posters and emotionally pornographic soap operas, drug-fuelled orgies with complete strangers just as rich and devoid of meaningful relationships as her... She got herself wet by thinking of life's simplest and shallowest material pleasures...

She got herself ready to have her world rocked by thinking of all that mattered in her small, petty little world.

He closed his eyes, clenched his cock muscles, grit his teeth, and tried to think about Rainbow Dash's tight little ass until it was over.