Fallout Equestria: Lionheart

It was three in the afternoon, and a lesbian was waking up.

Hey, give her a break, she worked nights and slept most of the day away!

Of course, that wasn't the only reason this twenty six year old Cat was tired.

She was a Highland Fold cat with long golden-blonde hair all over her body, deep orange eyes, wearing nothing but a smile.

And she had the most adorable quintet of cat girls and one wolf girl collected in her bed, each twenty-something snoozing adorably and utterly exhausted!

Her own mouth still tasted like a cockless cocktail of all these bisexual (or lesbian) babes.

Sublimely squirming out of bed to gaze upon herself in the mirror, she turned her flat stomach and jiggling fat ass to the mirror. “Nice.”

She performed a handstand, spreading her legs wide for herself, wearing her own asscheeks like a hat. “Nice.”

Throwing on a gold-outlined blue jumpsuit with a big sixty-nine on the back, she giggled at the number. “Nice.”

The scent of pancakes caught her attention, and she delicately crept into the room beside her own, admiring the sight of her thicc milfy mother. A blonde beehive hairdo, a pink apron, a big squishy ass, surgically enhanced triple-D teats, and love. That's what greeted her on this fine morning. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” She purred.

“Morning, mom,” The Highland Fold strutted over to her mother, nuzzling into the crook of her neck before getting a peck on the cheek, kissing her mother's neck in return. Her feline tongue parted her own mother's lips with fierce arousal, stunning the larger woman and pressing her back against her own countertop.

The mother gently pushed her daughter away from her mouth, only for the young cat to go back to her neck.

“Darling, please, you have work soon!” Her mother giggled, begging for mercy, but there was no mercy.

Only kisses.

“Stop,” Her mother giggled, “I don't want to get pregnant!”

But she didn't stop.

She just kept kissing, and kissing...

The mother flipped her daughter over and blew a raspberry into her stomach, making her giggle and kick her adorable little legs into the air until she cried and begged her mother to stop.

“By the way,” Her mother purred, pulling away and flipping pancakes one last time before giving her daughter a plate stacked high with sixty nine pancakes. “Can you get your sister home from school today?”

“Can't you do it?” Whined the younger feline.

“I'm going to be busy fucking her teacher,” She smirked.

“Mooooooooooooooooooooooooom!” She whined, and her mother laughed. “Gross!”

Her mother opened her mouth and static came out. Her mother didn't exist and neither did she. Life was an illusion and only death could dispel it.

“Sorry, what did you say?” She asked her mother.

“I said, hurry up and eat your pancakes, Pikachu,” Her mother smiled.

The cat girl frowned, but ate her pancakes anyway.

She wished she wasn't named after a Pokemon.

She didn't even have red cheeks! Sure, she had red lipstick on, but that wasn't the same. Oh, how she wished she could turn into a Pokemon, be the beloved ace Pokemon of an amazing trainer, defeat the Gym Leaders and Elite Four, help her Trainer become Champion, and get fucked by a Gardevoir!

But alas, there were no Pokemon in this Stable.

Only slaves.

When the attractive Lesbian cat had finished eating her sixty nine fucking pancakes, she left her home and joined the endless mass of slaves, paying no mind to the homeless animals lying here and there.

She found herself feeling bad about something that was said to her the other day... A futa mare wanted to bone her, and when she was turned down, she claimed all lesbians who refuse to fuck chicks with dicks are just sluts desperate for the only thing out there weaker than a man with low self esteem and low standards: a rich woman with even worse mental problems.

Imagine having your entire personality determined not with what's inside your head, but with what your second head wanted to be inside!

If there was a place where she could say something to that boner-obsessed whore, she would write something like this...

To the person who called me a discriminatory evil whore and accused me of being desperate and having low standards just because I refused to take your turgid fleshy infertile futa fucktoy up my ass, I have something to say.

Firstly, my sexual orientation does not make me a discriminatory or evil person. It simply means that I am attracted to women, and that is a fundamental part of who I am. Just as you have the right to your own preferences and desires, I have the right to mine, and it is not your place to judge me for them. It is important to address the blatant homophobia and misogyny present in the statement that was made. Suggesting that all lesbians are "sluts" who are "desperate" for the attention of a wealthy woman with mental health issues is both offensive and ignorant. Homosexuality is not a choice, and there is nothing inherently wrong or immoral about being attracted to someone of the same gender. Reducing all lesbians to a derogatory stereotype is not only hurtful, but it also perpetuates harmful attitudes towards the LGBTQ+ community.

Furthermore, the idea that a woman's worth is tied to her sexual behavior or the gender of the people she is attracted to is deeply problematic. Women should be free to express their sexuality in a way that feels authentic and fulfilling to them, without fear of judgment or condemnation. Suggesting that all lesbians are "sluts" is a form of slut-shaming, which is a harmful and oppressive practice that seeks to control and police women's sexual behavior.

The statement also implies that women who are attracted to other women are somehow inferior or less desirable than women who are attracted to men. This is a form of homophobia that is rooted in sexist ideas about gender roles and the supposed superiority of heterosexual relationships. In reality, there is no inherent difference in the value or quality of relationships based on the gender of the people involved. Love is love, regardless of who it is between.

It is also worth noting that the idea that wealthy women with mental health issues are somehow a desirable partner is deeply flawed. Mental health issues are a serious matter, and they should not be trivialized or used as a way to denigrate or mock others. Furthermore, the idea that a person's wealth or financial status should be the primary factor in determining their worth as a partner is a narrow and superficial way of looking at relationships.

Turning down someone for any reason, including the presence or absence of a penis, does not make me a slut. Slut-shaming is a harmful and outdated practice that perpetuates harmful stereotypes and reinforces gender inequality. It is also important to note that consent is a crucial component of any healthy sexual encounter, and it is my right to decline any sexual or romantic advances that I am not comfortable with.

Furthermore, you will never be accepted as a normal member of society if you choose to behave in a manner normal people naturally find abhorrent, no matter how much propaganda those temporarily sympathetic to you choose to flood the world with. Everything you've ever said in your defense has always been nothing but a lie you discard as soon as it is inconvenient for you to believe it. When it comes to the makers of propaganda, their true allegiance is to money, and while you are currently trendier than the emo and scene kids, you will go out of style with time just like them and disco, those currently so desperate for your acceptance they will turn a blind eye to everything wrong with you will move on and recognize their foolishness, and you will not be remembered fondly, and you will not be mourned.

Finally, the notion that I am somehow desperate or have low standards for pursuing a relationship with a woman is both insulting and untrue. My attraction to women is not a matter of settling for less, nor a manner of my love for real big breasts, but rather a reflection of my authentic self and my desires. It is not your place to dictate what is and is not acceptable for me, and I refuse to allow your derogatory comments to undermine my self-respect and confidence.

What you said was hurtful, ignorant, and based on harmful stereotypes and attitudes, you fucking degenerate mutant whore. It is important to challenge these ideas and to promote understanding, acceptance, and respect for all people, regardless of their sexual orientation or gender identity. As a society, we should strive to create a world where everyone can be their true selves and love who they choose without fear of judgment or discrimination.

In conclusion, I am proud of who I am and will not allow anyone to shame me for my sexual orientation or my personal choices. I deserve to be treated with respect and dignity, just like anyone else.

She was interrupted by her thoughts by the scent of weed.

One homeless dog offered her money for the weed he had on him, but she refused. It was a myth that all lesbians do weed! She said no to drugs.

She came from a home with a dead dad but that didn't mean she came from a broken home. Her mother loved her enough to make up for the loss of a dad!

Though she'd never forgive the Nobles for killing her dad...

When she made it to the gym room repurposed into a school, she waited outside for half an hour until all the schoolchildren started to leave, and then she started to wonder where her little sister was.

“Snowball?” She asked aloud, because that was the name of her little sister. When she heard no response...

Sneaking into the school, she found a big Bison with a scarred face engaged in a shouting match with a little Kitten.

“Obey!” Roared the Bison. “Just be quiet and recite the creed correctly!”

“But how can I recite the creed if I am quiet, Scar?” Snowball the Kitten smirked.

The Bison barked in her face. “That's Mister Scar to you!”

“Oh, sorry, massa, I won't say it again, massa.” She rolled her eyes.

“Why are you talking like that?” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you having a stroke?”

“No, massa,” She wondered why Nobles never read anything besides self-congratulatory fiction and comically biased accounts of the past.

“Why do you have a problem with authority, kid?” He asked. “Why are you too disabled to like having us dominate you?”

“That's not a disability, that makes me sane. You're just an overpaid office worker who reads outdated textbooks aloud to us when he's not so hung over he has us read in silence. Why should I respect you?”

The Bison bit her arm, not enough to bleed or leave marks, just enough to make the Kitten scream and cry, the child's confidence vanishing.

“Because I'm in charge here, and that means I get to hurt you. Now say the pledge,” He growled, “And kneel this time, grovel at my paws like the dirt you are, or I'll bite down harder. We Nobles don't care about late-term abortions like you.”

The Kitten knelt down, crying. “I p-pledge allegiance to the N-Nobility, one nation under Harmony, with equality and justice for all!”

“Do you understand why what you said in class this morning was wrong?”

“B-because I said I pledge allegiance to the s-stupidity, one nation under their money, with debt and m-murders for all, and that's not what the government wants me to s-say.”

“No. What you said in class this morning was wrong because it pissed me off. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I AM THE ONE IN CHARGE. I'm the one with power here, YOU obey ME. In this room, I am a KING, I am YOUR GOD. You have no rights, you have no liberties, and you have no equality unless WE give it to you, and we can take that away from you and hurt you however we want, and if you fight back WE'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, we'll make an example of you so everyone else obeys, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!”

“Yes, master!”

“LOUDER!”

“YES, MASTER!”

“Now apologize for not loving Nobility enough.”

“I'm sorry for n-not loving Nobility enough!”

“Apologize for being sick in the head, scum.”

“I'm s-sorry for being sick!”

“Now apologize for being born, and having a bitch father who got what he deserved for standing up to me when I tried raping your fuckable big sister's tight, sweaty ass.”

“I don't wanna say that!” Snowball cried. “P-please don't make me say that!”

The Bison put his jaws around Snowball's head threateningly, breathing his foul breath onto her.

The Bison screamed, because someone had snuck up behind him, leapt onto his back, and slashed his carotid artery open.

It was Pikachu.

“Sic semper tyrannis, motherfucker!” She cheered as he toppled over and struck the ground hard, riding him on the way down before snatching Snowball up and placing her atop her back. When Pikachu was being ridden by a horse, she snatched the Bison's unattended coat, throwing it over herself to conceal herself and the smaller kitten.

There were no cameras in this room, which meant the teachers were free to rape whoever they wanted whenever they felt they could get away with it. But now, the lack of cameras meant nobody would know who killed this bitch.

She fled, using the coat to conceal her identity from onlookers and cameras overhead as she fled into the massive crowd of slaves who didn't give a shit, before making it to a heavily-trafficked but camera-free restaurant where she could enter the bathroom and shed the coat, abandoning it before casually walking out of the restaurant as if nothing bad had happened. When she walked into another restaurant, she sat down beside her baby sister, who finally began to cry openly, letting out all her pain and anguish as Pikachu soothingly babbled reassurances into her ear.

“It's okay, sweetie, it's all over now.”

She was a cool lesbian hero who killed bad guys and got away with it, making her way cooler than that stupid cowardly Lion-Unicorn, right? She was also empathetic, kind, and just so gosh-darned perfect. She certainly wasn't dreaming right now.

Even now, her little sister could feel the love her big sister had for her. That was real, it had to be.

But little did they know, their life was about to change forever.

Twilight Sparkle walked into the store like she owned the place, but because she wore a blonde wig, nobody noticed her.

Nobody noticed her slip a business card onto the table the two cats sat at, except for the two cats who noticed that.

"What the fuck is the Church Of Dawn's Light?" Pikachu wondered.