Fallout Equestria: Lionheart

After setting up a new account at a new gun range staffed by a cool Wolf guy working for the Church of Hope's Light's Dawn or whatever the fuck it was called, Sparky felt pretty good.

He could visit the gym soon.

But first, he had to attend the...

Well, it was called the Civil Crechéndo.

It was like a school cafeteria where you ate from the minimal choices, if any, you were offered, in the portions the meal-servers chose.

Except it welcomed cubs, teenagers, and adults, and the homeless.

And gave them all the same portions, no matter your species or size or economic situation.

If you were lucky, some miniature meat-eater near you would barely touch food you could also stomach before passing it on to a larger creature out of kindness, instead of letting it go to waste in the trash.

If you believed the radio, this was a wondrous place where everyone got free food thanks to money seized from those “evil greedy business-owners and farmers”.

If you had some common sense, you'd understand money the government made from food taxes on farmers and food-buyers were spent on buying overpriced crappy ingredients from companies owned by the friends of the government bastards behind this program. Anyone rich enough to afford hiring a lawyer specializing in tax evasion wanted high taxes to punish everyone poor enough to have to pay them.

Sparky had to save his limited funds, so buying his own food and eating it alone wasn't an option for him.

Even though he hated this place, and preferred to be left alone when he ate.

The meat here was terrible. Frozen, refrozen, frozen, refrozen... He knew they froze and unfroze it at least once, but he had no idea how many more times they'd fucked it up. How many days old could it be? Who knew?

Today's literal fucking dog's breakfast was the best thing they had on offer. Gravy turned thick and chalky by an overabundance of flour, soggy mincemeat, unidentified sauces...

Bone apple tea.

Some sheep in a pink shirt sat down next to him as he ate.

It seemed she had a plate with what looked like a plate full of soggy salad leaves, cherry tomatoes, vertically sliced mushrooms, micro-greens, and... boiled eggs?

He said nothing, as she stared at him.

“Ask me if I'm eating eggs!” She demanded.

With a mouth full of food and through grit teeth, he spoke. “I really don't care.”

“Stop ignoring me, you brute!”

He continued ignoring her and eating.

“You beast!”

He ignored her.”

“You brute beast!”

He ignored her.

“You filthy fucking animal!”

He ignored her.

“You nothing!”

With another mouth full of food, he rolled his eyes. “Are you eating eggsh?”

“Of course not! It would be cruel to eat the young of another being! I'm a vegan, and I could never bring myself to hurt another living thing! These are cruelty-free fake eggs made from mushrooms!” She smirked, turning her body to face him and let him get a good view of her shirt. It had a black silhouette of a sheep with an ugly-looking pink virus cell inside its abdominal region. In bold white lettering, the shirt said “You are young! You are beautiful! Don't let some parasite ruin your youth and beauty! Kill it! Exterminate it! Crush it like the bug it is!”

He stared at her with a flat expression for a few seconds. “Okay.”

He returned to his meal.

He was certain that if he had to spend one more picosecond looking at her or her disgustingly, toxically, lethally narcissistic shirt, he would...

Well, he wouldn't explode.

Not in an obvious way.

He would just stop pretending he had a future worth any of this abuse.

And then other things would explode, instead of him.

His society would probably be better off if a lot of things in this Stable exploded.

Especially the things shaped like animals in charge of this society.

But then again, this Stable wasn't really his society.

He was an outsider in his own homeland, and they just couldn't leave him alone and let him work in peace, even if he was willing to work two jobs and whore himself out, even if he was willing to work extra shifts each week to cover others, even if he was willing to overlook how this world viewed him and treated him.

It was like this place wanted him to explode and die killing others, because it would mean one less meat-eater, and they didn't care about any prey that might die in the process of pushing him over the edge.

The prey beasts were expendable to each other, and their government, while he was born an enemy of the prey government thanks to his fur.

They might lack fangs, or claws...

But they were the real predators.

Two big strong intelligent animals were unlikely to agree on anything.

They'd struggle to agree on what to wear, or what to eat this week, let alone agree on how they should be governed.

But the sheep?

They were united as one...

United in their cruelty and dishonesty and avarice and cowardice.

They were united in their desire to see their superiors dragged down and forced to bow down.

They were united in their knowledge that they'd be nothing special, and treated as though they were nothing special, in a fair and just society that allowed people to succeed and fail based on their own merits instead of holding the good back and robbing success and opportunity from them to benefit the sickest failures out there.

The economy was dominated by a handful of colossal corporations owned by massive families of fast-breeding rodents in bed with massive families of fast-breeding rodent politicians.

The Queen ruled this Stable, and she was aided by her Royal Parliament, a gaggle of professionally born-rich men and women who kept their jobs no matter how well or how poorly they represented their voters and the wishes of their voters.

The Royal Parliament was more than a third sheep, and more than a third rabbit, and the other third was made up almost entirely of grass-gobblers despite the dog-trained treasonous token meat-eaters here and there elected on campaign promises of genuine equality they swiftly abandoned, congress was united in its desire to constantly pass laws that exclusively benefited plant-eaters at the expense of meat-eaters.

And breeding as a meat-eater... It was hard, when so many meat-eating women were brainwashed from birth into thinking the males of their species were pure evil.

It was hard when they knew only mating with something higher up this Zoo's artificial food chain for cash and fame could improve their lot in life, even if it meant killing any offspring that might threaten their life of dishonest prostitution.

It was hard when women of all races were brainwashed into thinking anything at all other than being good women was the only thing that could grant them lasting happiness.

He wished all of his people were smart enough to see through society's lies. But the conformists among every species conformed to what the ruling power dictated, morals be damned, books that say otherwise be burned.

There were so many different types of fast-breeding rodents out there, and their ever-expanding families were fed and funded by social programs that could only breathe when the taxpayer was being choked to death slowly.

The Prey animals got to have their own areas to themselves, and Sparky's people didn't.

They weren't allowed to have their own floors, their own culture, their own society with its own rules and standards, not when others got to enforce their cultures upon his and the government exclusively judged prey, those useful to prey, and enemies of prey by hypocritical prey standards.

This society was fucked.

There had to be a solution...

Some kind of perfect solution that would satisfy everyone's needs and desires without the need for bloodshed!

That's what his innocent and pure heart desired, most of all.

He wanted everyone to be happy.

He wanted the enemies to stop being evil so he wouldn't have to kill them.

But in his dreams, he fantasized about saving the young from enemies, because he knew what needed to be done.

Either he went, or they went.

He didn't like the idea of leaving this Stable for the world outside, even if there was a way to disable his explosive electroshock slave collar so that was an option for him.

But there had to be a better way...

Labouring for this society wouldn't make it love him or his kind.

That Church...

If it didn't have all the answers, he was going to be pissed.