Fallout Equestria: Lionheart

Finally, most of Sparky's day was complete.

He had finished his shift in the tech shop, he had made it to the butler-themed whorehouse, he had visited the gun range and the only place he could eat once per day, and now, he had made it to the Gym. Rocky and Luna arrived beside him. "Fuck, that Spider girl was so sweet! I don't know what you're complaining about, this b-mff!"

Sparky slapped his starry tail-hand over Rocky's mouth. "Rocky, I know you tend to forget what keeping a secret means sometimes, but DO NOT tell people where we work, or what it truly entails unless you want to fuck ALL of us over."

Rocky pulled away. "Alright, alright, calm your tits. Now let's go pump some iron!"

"I'm going to run," Luna reminded them.

"Let's pump some iron and run!" Sparky cheered.

They entered the gym, walking past communally-owned towels and water bottles that looked like shit, wishing they could afford bottles and towels of their own, until they saw the exercise bench and the six-deep lines for it.

Sparky and Rocky waited patiently for their turn as Luna ran over to the treadmills, cranking it up to maximum speed and striking various anime power-up poses for using Gear Second and going Super Saiyan before sprinting onto the treadmill at maximum speed. Determination clear on her face, she stared herself down in the mirror as her tail happily wagged behind her. Such a graceful beast, swift and silent and elegant and deadly, such a gorgeous beast... Sparky was so proud of her. No mere horse could keep up with someone so fast!

Still, he didn't want to get in trouble for staring at any women around here, so he looked away and tried to ignore a conversation happening right next to him.

"Like, oh my gosh, that Queen Radiance is, like, totes amazing!" One Rat blabbered to her Squirrel friend.

"Yaaaaaasss! Like, Queen, slay! She, like, looked, like, so good in that black evening gown yesterday!"

"Black is such a sexy colour! It's, like, the best colour ever! She looked so much better than that black suit that evil Star Swarm guy wore. He, like, must be evil, because he's a man and a meat-eater and he's wearing black. Black is, like, the worst colour ever!"

"Yaaaaasss! That's, like, so true! And he's got, like the worst hair! Queen Radiance has a better mane so I voted for her! I'm, like, so glad I voted for Queen Radiance!"

Sparky tried not to growl. That's why you voted for her? Not her policies, not her goals, not her tribal allegiance, not her history... You voted for her because you really liked her mane?!

"Rocky, can you keep my spot in the queue?" He asked his friend.

"Sure," Rocky said, and Sparky went to do ab-crunches on its dedicated machine. "It's not like I mind always being the one keeping the spot in these queues, or anything. Prick."

Sparky grunted as he ab-crunched over two hundred pounds, but he tried to restrain himself, he couldn't grunt too hard. Not considering what kind of a gym this was.

He tried to ignore two men seated beside him on leg-pressing machines holding a casual chat between sets. “Can you believe Queen Radiance is putting the taxes up again? I don't think I'll be able to afford my daughter's music classes any more.”

“Are you serious? But she loves music!”

“Yeah, but if I don't cut spending there, I'll have to spend less on her food. I'd spend less on my food if I could, but I'm already spending nothing on my food, and you can't spend less than nothing to get money out of nothing. I know, 'cause I tried. You heard that Queen say what she wants now, right?”

“Yeah, I do. It's not enough that most of us can't afford cubs or food, they don't even want us to be allowed to own food. They've got so many of us eating out of dog bowls like it's a pre-war high-school cafeteria, and they want that for all of us, at every mealtime, so they can deny us the right to enter that place whenever we piss the government off in some tiny infraction so minor the cops can't justify sending us to the work camps for it.”

“I don't think they'd go that far-"

"Then you haven't been paying enough attention to whose in power, what they do with that power, and what lies the Nobles tell to the young to keep their power and get more power. It's all about power for them."

"Still, giving us one free meal a day is still the best thing the government's done for us in years. They're not the best masters in the world, but at least they're not PURE evil, right? You know how many of us were starving before this policy came along.”

“Do you know how many of us weren't starving before we had masters? Do you know how good we had it before that bitch came along? She's just pretending to be the only solution to problems that rich bitch and her rich oligarch friends created by taking all the power for themselves and abusing it! That's how Nobles operate now, it's how they operated before the war, and it's how they operated in Zebrica.”

Sparky finished his set of light exercises with blood flowing to his abs, his heart pumping. His body felt alive.

And then an alarm started ringing overhead, as a pre-recorded voice shouted "Clunk alarm! Clunk alarm!"

Luna screamed and fell as the loud noises hurt her autistic ears, the treadmill threw her off, and Sparky ran over to catch her as she covered her ears and kept screaming until the alarm stopped. "Who hit that?!" Sparky roared, looking around, spotting that squirrel and sheep next to a big button labelled Lunk Alarm.

The two giggled and ran away, because they'd never had the foalish mischief spanked out of them at any point in their life or obtained a sense of empathy for others. To them, the sight of a Lion glaring at them didn't mean death, it meant getting away with negatively affecting the life of something bigger than them, it meant victory, it meant fun and success.

Sparky helped Luna up. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine, dad," She sighed.

"Want to borrow my gun-range earpieces?"

"Thank you," She inserted them with his help.

"Why does this bullshit gym even have a button like that?" He growled. "If those bitches hurt my baby girl again, I swear-"

"Calm down, dad. This gym's shit because cunts are in charge of it. And they shouldn't be in charge of anything." She returned to her treadmill, doing her anime powerup poses again while psyching herself up before running back onto the treadmill, resuming her top speed effortlessly.

Checking on Rocky and the queue, he saw that Rocky was next once the big white polar bear currently using the machine was done benching five hundred pounds. "Thanks for keeping my spot, bro," Sparky took his spot beside his Tiger friend. "Hey, want to go first this time while I spot you?"

"I appreciate that, thanks pal. I'll bench my maximum," Rocky smiled. Eventually, it was his turn to load some weight onto the bench until it was at two hundred and eighty pounds, before getting under it. Sparky stood up on two legs, using his third hind leg (And by that I mean his tail, you dirty animals!) to balance himself as he very slightly helped lift the bar, ready to lift it completely if it started dropping. "One! Two! Three!"

As Rocky continued counting, Sparky thought that a really, really shit book would make a typical "Less smart but more emotionally-open best friend" character like this one fuck up counting to twelve. He was glad Rocky wasn't actually dumb at all.

In any case, once Rocky had finished his set of twelve, he hooked the weighted bar onto the bench-press machine, he shook his paws, he got up, and he helped Sparky load it up to his usual maximum, three hundred and sixty pounds. He noticed a poster on the wall behind the machine that said "You are perfect! You have always been perfect! Be body positive and reject exercise! Pay a session with our body positivity guru as she teaches you the secret to living forever, defeating any opponent in a single strike, being knifeproof thanks to the power of positive thinking, and being healthy at any size!" and ignored it.

"Actually can we go up to four hundred this time?" Sparky asked.

"You sure?" Rocky asked.

"I'm sure, I need to start seeing hardcore improvement in myself," Sparky decided.

And so, they did.

He lifted the bar once with four hundred pounds and lowered it slowly, he lifted the bar twice with four hundred pounds and lowered it slowly, he lifted the bar thrice with four hundred pounds, and he grunted and strained as he slowly lowered the bar before lifting it a fourth time, continuing on as his heart pounded and sweat dampened his brow.

A rat and a squirrel, both females, showed up and giggled as they asked him - as he was benching max weight - if the machine he was clearly using is taken or not.

“Busy, sorry!” Sparky wheezed between gasps. “Almost done!”

They fucked off while giggling. He kept on lifting, and struggled when he hit ten, letting the bar rest against his chest and trying not to let it fall deeper as Rocky helped lift it back up-

"Need a break," Sparky panted, "Just a short break,"

Rocky took most of the weight and gave his friend a few seconds to catch his breath and forcefully pant harder before the Lioncorn lifted the bar an eleventh time solo with a deep growl, followed by a carefully controlled lowering of the bar, and when he lifted it a twelfth time, his muscles gave out again, only for the bar to suddenly seem weightless.

A deep voice above him could be heard, and Sparky looked up to see a Polar Bear casually lift the bar with one arm and lock the bar onto its hooks. “You shouldn't push yourself so hard,” Said the good Bear.

“Sorry,” Sparky panted. “I've been lifting for years and I'm still barely seeing results, I... I needed to push myself harder than usual.”

The bear smiled, and flexed his mighty arm muscles with the might of a powerlifter. “No, now you're bear-ly seeing results!”

Sparky and Rocky laughed.

Some Pitbull in a bright pink Fitness Dimension shirt showed up and Sparky assumed he was going to say something about pushing himself too hard until he noticed the two girls from earlier who had giggled while asking him if the machine was taken. "Are you harassing and intimidating these women and making them feel unsafe?!" He snapped.

“What?" Sparky gasped. "No, why?”

“You intimidated us and made us feel unsafe!” The rat beside the Bulldog lied.

“How?” Sparky asked, genuinely confused.

"You spoke to us inappropriately!" The rat insisted.

"How? Seriously, what did I say that was inappropriate? When they came up to me and asked if the machine I was clearly using was busy or not, all I said was... Busy, sorry! Almost done!" Sparky said to the staff member. "Then they giggled while running away. If you've got any recording devices like a camera or microphone to check on, that'd clear this up."

"He's lying! Don't check the camera!" The two women insisted together, sharing their two brain cells while lacking a heart between them.

“Are you two for real?” Rocky asked. “I was here the whole time, and he didn't do shit to them! Sparky's telling the truth!”

The two girls paused, unsure how they could spin this, how they could justify acts they choose to take without thinking.

"These guys are telling the truth," The Polar Bear told the Pitbull. "That horned Lion guy did nothing wrong."

“That doesn't matter,” The big strong Pitbull man insisted foolishly. “I wouldn't believe a man, or any of his male friends, not when there's a woman to believe!"

"What if a woman saw us too?" Rocky asked, pointing to Luna. "See that Wolf girl over there? There's a mirror in front of her treadmill, and she saw and heard everything."

"Sparky did nothing wrong!" Luna yipped happily as she continued to run. "Those two whores are lying for no reason! I'm saving the day by telling the truth! Dear Princess Celestia, today I learned nothing because I was right about honesty all along!"

"No, you're not saving anyone. Because if she agrees with you, she's an oppressor too!" The Pitbull insisted. "What matters is the feelings of these brave strong independent females.”

They swooned over him and sucked his dick right there...

Not.

They didn't notice him at all, now that he was doing what they wanted.

They were too busy staring right at Sparky, the object of their ire.

The rat put on a flat expression with a stretched-out mouth, it was probably considered an insult on her homeworld of Planet Cunt, while the squirrel smugly smirked, and both deserved to have their pretty little faces torn off so that they'd lose some of the privileges they abused.

“This place has security cameras, right?" Sparky asked the Pitbull, pointing with his tail up to a very visible camera, though without a gun this time. "It has to, or it's not up to code. Check the security footage and you'll see I didn't touch them, didn't stare at them, didn't do anything wrong. I was lying here exercising, they came up asked me if this machine was taken while I was benching over three hundred pounds with it, and I said, and I quote, busy, sorry, later. Then they ran off to get you and trick you.”

The big strong man desperate to swoop in and rescue these bitches took several seconds to think of a way he could spin this to let himself feel like a good guy saving damsels in distress, and not an idiot who was lied to, because he didn't want to feel like a duped idiot. "I'm not allowed to look at the machines, because I don't have the training. I'd need a security specialist for that."

"Then call someone who does," Sparky facepawed.

“But I don't want to!"

"Why, are you afraid those cameras will prove I'm telling the truth?"

"...It doesn't matter. Well, you can't hog the machines. That must have been what you did wrong.”

"Yeah, they must be acting this way for some reason that's my fault, right? Has to be a man's fault. Can't be their fault, right?" Rocky rolled his eyes. "If they're acting up, don't blame them, search for the man, it has to be his fault, he must be invisibly causing everything with his maaagical oppression powers."

“We didn't hog the machines, Rocky waited in line for all the other men to be done with this bench, and then Rocky moved in and took his turn, then I took my turn." Sparky explained. "Plus those two hit that alarm you've set up, hurting my baby girl! I don't know what that Clunk Alarm is for, but-"

"It's for those Clunks!" The Pitbull growled.

"What is that, some new slur for Zebras?" Sparky wondered.

"Does this mean we can say Zigger now?" Luna asked.

The Pitbull gasped overdramatically.

"Sorry about her, she's autistic," Sparky explained.

"That doesn't give her an excuse to say that word! Nobody's allowed to say that forbidden word! She should be put to death for-"

"And she has tourettes," He lied.

"Oh, well that explains it. I'm sorry, that must be a nightmare to deal with." Sparky was shocked, until the Pitbull opened his mouth again. "It must be so hard on you."

"And her."

"Who cares about disabled people like her?" The Pitbull wondered. "The real tragedy is that they exist and we have to deal with that."

This guy's such a fucking bigot! No wonder he's trying so hard to play the hero for these smug whores!

"What is the Clunk Alarm actually for?" Sparky asked. "Equipment failure?"

"No, it's the alarm you're supposed to hit whenever some stupid disgusting smelly little Clunk decides to Clunk around and be a total Clunk!"

"I've never heard this slur before in my life, what does it describe?" Sparky wondered.

"It's not a slur!" The Pitbull lied. "A Clunk is a big dumb stupid thuggish man who lifts weights loudly and... and grunts, and smells, and gets the gym all sweaty and masculine and... and he lifts more weight than he can actually lift! He doesn't really lift weights that heavy, it's an illusion! He's ego lifting! He's pretending to be stronger than me, out of spite, to hurt my ego!"

"That certainly seems important to you," Sparky said, referring to the tiny man's ego.

"You're right, this Gym is important to me! Look, Lioncorn scum, at the end of the day, you hurt the feelings of these two lovely ladies and you need to apologize for that, and all your friends are just as bad for defending you instead of disavowing you like they should the second you get into trouble." The Pitbull recited from the bullshit dimension he saw into, because his eyes simply could not have been seeing the same reality as everyone else. "And then you all need to get out for the rest of the month, you're suspended for arguing with me."

"What the eff, man?!" Rocky gasped. "Are you for real?!"

”We all already paid to access this place for a month!" Sparky facepawed, growing angrier, before he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Can you at least let the Polar Bear stay? I don't know him, he's got nothing to do with this, he's a good man and he didn't have to get involved but he did the right thing anyway."

"If fascist scum like you thinks he's a good man, he needs to go!" The Pitbull decided.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?! No, look, it's alright, I can calm down, we can all calm down and take a deep breath, I can be the bigger man and take the L on this one, we can go along with whatever she says, you can refund us all for this month's gym membership and we'll be back the next month with more cash to buy ourselves new memberships and we can all put this misunderstanding behind us, okay? We can get our money back now, leave for the month, and come back next month as if none of this ever happened... Or we're all cutting our subscriptions off and never coming here again. You want to lose four long-term high-paying customers over this, and lose the respect of anyone else who hears about this?”

”Like anyone would believe a man like you, Hybrid scum! Or any of your evil meat-munching cub-eating friends! They'll just assume you're lying and mad you got caught harassing women, especially if they've already paid into this gym once and don't want to feel like a bad guy for ever supporting it.”

“But if I actually harassed women, I wouldn't just be kicked out of a gym, I'd be arrested and jailed by some sheep judge or rabbit judge or some other anti-carnivore judge who hates my kind.” Sparky pointed out.

“Don't talk such nonsense! Predators are the privileged oppressors and us prey animals are the helpless oppressed victims!” Shouted the lying Pitbull. The privileged protected rodents smirked at this, their false beliefs reaffirmed. They felt so strong, with a big strong brainwashed man at their side willing to do anything at all to impress them and protect them without even the slightest expectation of a reward. ”Now get out of my gym before I call the cops over here and cheer them on as they beat all of you down and make an example out of you all, oppressors!“

"I'm out," Sparky sighed, before calling to his right. "Luna!"

"The fuck are you calling for Princess Luna for?" The Pitbull asked. "She went down like a bitch, just like her whore sister!"

"Motherfucking- No, no, you're not worth it." Sparky struggled to stay calm, his rage almost giving him a fucking seizure.

"Almost done!" Luna shouted back, continuing to run.

"Luna, this guy's banning us for life. So we have to go." Sparky explained.

"Alright, just let me finish my run," She kept running.

"How long will that take?" Sparky asked.

"Another hour."

"I'm calling the police!" The Pitbull insisted, getting his phone ready and threateningly hovering a hand over it. "I'll do it! Don't make me call for help!"

"It's like he doesn't realize my PipBuck records everything," Luna smiled into the mirror before her. "This shit's going online, and this gym's getting shut down. Like and subscribe, and share the video if you're sick of slaves like him."

The two men who had badmouthed the queen started to flee the gym.

"It's okay, I'll edit you two out!" She shouted to them, and they stopped. "You'll only hurt the pacing by being in the video anyway since you're talking about stuff unrelated to the gym."

"She's... not joking, is she?" The Pitbull wondered, before growling and running at the Wolf. "Hey! You can't record people nonconsensually! It's illegal! Get over here, you little-"

Sparky lifted the Pitbull by his slave collar, choking him out and ignoring the shocks from his slave collar, as the women fled. "Nobody touches her for as long as I live."

"Fine!" The Pitbull choked. "Don't eat me!"

He dropped the Pitbull.

On his ass, even though he was probably dropped on his head as a cub.

"Now," The Pitbull smiled. "About that compensation..."

And so, Sparky and his friends (including his new friend) were able to walk out of that gym with a healthy financial bonus, though none of them felt like supporting that gym any more for obvious reasons.

Sparky started to wonder...

Maybe with this money, he could pay to move to a higher floor, one the Nobles didn't have total control over yet!

If this Church shit turned out to be a bust, that would always be an option.

Then again, his father thought moving away from the Noble problem would protect his offspring for them, unaware that the Noble problem would follow them around for as long as good still breathed, evil would want it snuffed out.

"Sparky, can I buy a droid?" Luna asked.

"Sure thing, sweetie," Sparky smiled.