Fallout Equestria: Lionheart

In an empty bed, in an empty society, in an empty world, Snowfall "Snowy" Snowball woke up from a dream where she was her own big sister.

But alas, she was born with nine older sisters and three younger ones.

She grew up a well-kept secret, hidden in the walls by her own mother, to keep her family from being detected.

It wasn't as if her mother wanted to have more than one child at once. It wasn't as if her father took something to make this a certainty. But all the blame that could be pinned on fate and nature were things every loathed Carnipoor was responsible for, in the stable of Nobles.

Snowy's earliest memories were of love. Of family. Of warmth. Of seeing her family grow, playing with them, learning to sew even without professional tutoring, learning to read and write even without any mainstream mandatory government schooling aka obedience-focused dog-training for the poor.

When her Noble-worshipping whore neighbour reported the family for being a family in a society where that was illegal, Snowy was forced to watch as, one by one, her parents were killed, followed by each of her siblings.

As the one with the best scores on the Stable-Tec Vigor Tester machine, she was spared the incinerator. All of her family members... Even her grandmother, a retiree regularly piped by some handsome and perverted twenty-something stud a literal quarter of her age, she was thrown into the incinerator, along with her man.

Her family was a cursed bloodline, that's what Snowy was told.

Someone in her family had broken one of the Noble Laws, a law for the poor designed to genocide the innocent for the sake of the rich.

And so, her entire family was assumed to be genetically damaged.

Assumed to be lawbreakers, even if they had broken no laws.

She would be forced to live with the "Shame" of being from a family that contained a criminal.

She could not vote.

She could not claim unemployment benefits.

With that black mark on her record, for the crime of being born and dragging her family to hell for living, finding a job was damn near impossible.

But she had to work if she wanted to eat, even though no Herbivore could say the same.

She had to wear a muzzle at all times, and wear a cone around her neck while on public transportation.

The plastic cone was full of fake cheap plastic cyber-bullshit, and they told her to believe this cone would start electrocuting her if it detected any aggressive thoughts.

In truth, it would taze her if it detected a rising heart rate.

It would only take one wrong thought, one wrong beat of the heart, one thought of revenge or hatred, and she would be shocked like an old-world pet.

That's what innocents were to the Noble cubfucker regime... Pets, and slaves.

Most Carnivores were slaves.

But the obedient self-loathing carnivores who went along with it all and reported their neighbours and loved their slavery and tolerated the sin of Nobility were rewarded like beloved pets.

More than one Carnivore woman had been molested to death on the trains this year, groped by rich and powerful predatory prey, groped and raped and penetrated and forced to service them, forced to keep her heart rate down for fear of the worsening electric shocks that could eventually kill her.

The government molested small cubs and little Snowy was powerless to stop it.

In her dreams, she fantasized about murdering her rapid-breeding enemies, and dying for it, or spending life in prison for it. But that was not the way. Her enemies outnumbered her, and if all of her people died killing a few of the enemies of life, the demons sent from hell itself to extinguish the life of their superiors out of spite for the way facts and truth oppressed the inferior, her people would die lowering numbers that would rise without her. Her people did not need more martyrs, it needed more people able to play the waiting game and prepare for the day they killed every last cub molestor. If her people were to ever free themselves from the yoke of grass-gobbler slavery, they would need to kill their way out of these Noble laws as a unified force, rising up to establish their own independent nation with their own army, their own laws, and their own taxes. No more paying taxes to fund the unsustainably high birth rates of fast-breeding rodents while cruel laws and harsh taxes prevented the poorest meat-eaters from eating well and reproducing. What those Nobles did to hold on to the illusion that their power was legitimate and derived from the consent of the governed... It was really ballot stuffing with extra steps. The government demonized an innocent portion of the population to divert blame away from the ones writing the laws and making mad cash ruling like mad kings. But of course, the Nobles were not afraid to stuff ballots openly, brazenly, change the laws as they pleased, and demand the changing of laws whenever it would benefit them. The Nobles were not afraid to misplace trucks full of votes for Carnivore presidential candidates, suddenly find bags of votes for Herbivore presidential candidates after the election's deadline only to count them anyway, register lifelong Carnivore supporters as Herbivore voters for the rest of time after their passing, rape the young, rape the young's futures, and laugh about it all later. The servants of the Nobles were not afraid to shoot young Carnivores, shoot unarmed Carnivore protestors, or shoot Carnivores in their beds for the crime of not being pure unfiltered evil like every single Noble and any soulless cretin soulless enough to tolerate the absolute evil of Nobles.

The government molested small cubs and little Snowy was powerless to stop it.

The government molested small cubs and little Snowy was powerless to stop it.

The government molested small cubs and little Snowy was powerless to stop it.

The government kept the slave trade alive and on the black market, nothing fetched a higher price than defanged and declawed Carnivore children, for the perpetual prey of reality took a sick pleasure in molesting and tormenting those unable to fight back.

Even if the Lion cared for the opinions of sheep and opened his heart to them and embraced them with all of his heart, the Sheep would only ever hate him for it, because the Sheep could only ever hate him. The lowly Sheep would never match or surpass the Lion as an athlete unless that Sheep changed the rules of the competition or cheated, or cheated by changing the rules of the competition.

Where the noble and honest and pure, too good for their own good, the innocent and pure carnivores were willing to face one another in honest competitions to better each other, the Herbivores loathed each other almost as much as they loathed their betters and their inferiors, so where the Carnivores would box one another and expect fair fights, the Herbivores would gang up on Carnivores and kill them with knives and rape their corpses and shit on their corpses and call this cruelty a symbol of the absolute unquestionable perfection of the Herbivores. And then they would tell the world and its future cubs the carnivore they killed and raped deserved it all and deserved worse.

The Nobles were pure evil, and they were in power thanks to something fundamentally wrong with the Herbivore mind. If they were not oppressed properly, they bit the paws that fed them, they bit the paws that uplifted them, they did all they could to punish and torture and kill those who refused to enslave the Herbivore and give it the happy simple life of a pet or a slave.

Even genetically modifying Carnivores to create Dogs and Cats to serve the interests of the predatory Herbivore Nobles could not satiate their lust for perverting nature and having perverted natures.

The government molested small cubs and little Snowy was powerless to stop it.

She wanted to stop it.

She desperately wanted to stop the enemy.

She unleashed another silent prayer for any deity worth a damn to save her, to deliver her from evil, to grant her the strength necessary to feed every Noble their own organs and then feed every Herbiwhore who enabled them their own organs and then build a big stone statue with gutters on the bottom and stony recreations of the faces of all the Noble sinners burning in hell, and it would become a cultural institution to walk up to that stone statue with gutters and drains before raising a rear leg and whizzing right into the statue, pissing on the symbolic statue that marked the mass grave where the bones of all the Nobles could be found. Only the bones of the Nobles would remain, of course, after the burning.

But no deity felt like saving her people from their enemy.

The enemy of life, the enemy of reason, the enemy of truth, the enemy of reality. The enemy of all that was good and holy in this forsaken universe. The enemy proud of its hatred for truth, facts, reason, life, and fairness. The genocidal irrational cubfucking pure evil enemy determined to make enemies of every non-Noble or get themselved genocided trying.

That's what it would probably take, to stop the Nobles from grooming cubs. Genocide. That's what it would probably take, if the Carnivores ever broke the chains holding them back and swore to never be slaves again, to never betray each other again, to never betray their futures again, to never betray their young again.

The government molested small cubs and little Snowy was powerless to stop it.

But she kept herself from embracing suicide by cop or saying anything that would get her arrested by telling herself one day, beings with souls would get tired of being outnumbered by the terminally soulless and rise up.

Snowy wanted to die. Snowy wanted to die killing Nobles. But for the sake of her people and that one glorious day in the future when they would all finally rise up, and with love in their hearts and determination in their minds and justice on their agenda, she had to live.

Finding a job was hard for one with a "Cursed Bloodline" like hers. For one marked by the "Sins" of her family members, such as the "Sin" of giving birth more than the pedonoblees wanted... Finding a job was hard.

More than one employer had tried to exploit her desperation, offering her a job only if she tolerated unreasonable hours, lower pay than usual, and regular molestation.

And there was no way she could get help, short of begging a suicidal fellow Carnivore or two to help her kill Nobles and their supporters before their deaths together.

But she was able to find one job cleaning the floors of a hairdresser. Her boss was an incompetent Noble-loving Goat man with the personality of a serial cub molestor perpetually afraid of getting found out, and perpetually desperate to look above suspicion. He was no true hairdresser, despite his years of free college education, which he spent molesting Carnivore girls and pretending they deserved it. He used tools invented by superior Carnivore minds, tools any talentless hack could use on their own bodies to trim fur and hair automatically. That was how this glorified rodent pretended to provide value to his world. Thankfully, despite being a small little hairy thing coated in white fur, the pedophile overpaid to run this place whether any customers came through that door or not had no interest in her developed mature adult body.

It was another day at work, already. How time flew, when you hated this life but loved life. Snowy hated the lives her people were forced to endure, but life itself was beautiful. Life untainted by the enemy was beautiful, and she was willing to die for it, she simply had to choose when.

And then, one day, she heard something on the radio that turned her life upside down.