Fallout Equestria: Shattered

A mare is being escorted down a hallway and to an elevator with her husband, this was Brisk Ice. She was a friendship games gold medalist in skating, and so had a very fit body for a mare at her young age, about 22. Her husband was nothing of note, he went by Dale, and just mined rocks, but she found the charm and simplicity with him. Soon enough, the elevator stops where they needed to go....or where she needed to go. As the robot suddenly takes her away violently, Dale was mortified.

"Hey, bring back my-" but before he could finish, the bot shot a tranq dart at him, taking Dale out instantly. Brisk Ice was in a panic, she tried everything she could, and just barely managed some combobulated maneuver to free herself.

"Honey, I'll save you, i-" but before she could do anything, the world suddenly slipped away from her as she quickly fell asleep, with the bot sedating her in the flank. The robot would then carry her into a room further down the hall, into a room filled with large, soft beds made of the finest and most comfortable materials ever made, the robot then laid the unconscious mare onto the bed, and went back to the elevator to take Dale to his fate.
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Film: How Mares are made.

As the mare layed there, she was then injected with several syrums and given several pills in her sleep to help prepare for the future that await her once awoken. Many of these did the things that would help a mare more easily integrate within the society of 111, which the effects would start to show after she slowly arose.
Brisk Ice felt awfully groggy after awaking, only seeing the world as a blur, as she awoke more, she tried to speak. This lead to a subsequent belch, which startled her. She tried to talk again, but only managed to belch more and more with every attempt to speak. When Brisk tried to move she suddenly found the surface she was on to be extremely soft and oddly comforting despite the situation, and thus went to lay down slowly calming down.
This showed the first 2 effects of some of the syrums and pills: A disabled voice box, and an immediate choice to be lethargic and lazy rather than a natural instinct to move around and try to leave. It was only the beginning of her transformation, for as she slept, it felt as though memories were slipping away. However, she just simply let it happen, as her willpower was seemingly non existent. She forgot her love for sports and ice skating, her husband Dale, and life before the end of the world.
It all lead to her mind being cleaned of almost everything, and soon enough her head was empty, until she was awoken by the gurgle of her stomach, she felt starved and moaned as she awoke, needing to be filled. Then a team of robots came in and turned on the lights, as it revealed a huge room. Whilst warm and welcoming, every bed was the same as Brisk Ices, with all 200 mares awaking hungry and moaning for food, albeit all we're belching so it was hard to tell for any outsider. The bots soon brought out gargantuan tables to each bed, each had the most high caloric, highest fattening and blubber enducing food ever concocted, but the mares did not care as they all started quickly gorging on the food. Little care for manners or gratefulness, just the need to eat, and as they did all of them quickly started expanding. Hence the next effects of the syrums and pills: no metabolism, and a stomach that would seemingly never cease. Along with this came the numming of the mind in the mares, as with the memory wipe, this was the first, and soon to be permanently, the equal best and necessary sensation to breathing air. As they ate, all of the mares started expanding, their bellies growing by the minute, their once skinny necks grow bloated with blubber, as double, triple and quintuple chins start to form. Their flanks soon grew massively, with each chomp and burp their huge buns would jiggle, wobble and clap at a more progressively excessively rate.
The hooves would soon become nothing more than useless pegs sticking out of their blubbered forms due to them no longer by default touching the ground. Although another side effect had indeed weakened said hooves and hind legs to a point of uselessness. Eventually after 30 minutes of eating, drinking (non alcoholic) and belching and expansion, everyone stopped.
The food had all been emptied at the same time, and every mare in there now groaned of sudden fullness. Each mare rolled around in bed slowly and groggily, until they each found their perfect position to relax said fullness and just lay quietly panting like dogs. Once they are awoken, it will be day 1 of exsistance to all of them.

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"You see my Kindle bun" began Polly Brain "This is the beginning of our vision, our vision to finally start fixing what was wrong with all of our worlds problems." Kindle Warmth smiled agreeingly at her partner.

"I'm so glad we managed to have this, even if it did cost the world." she said quietly, but happy and supportive nonetheless.

"Now, to see how the disgusting blight of our past world was put into it's proper place." proclaimed Polly Brain as she first took out the DVD from the DVD player, and flipped it before putting it back in. After pressing a few buttons on the player, she then proceeded to change the channel.

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Film B Side: How Colts are made.

Darkness, the only thing after being taken out to be thought of in the mind of Dale, darkness.... what even was the concept of Dale? Suddenly, no memories, all we're gone except the basic instincts and a certain drain. He awoke to a robot putting a collar, identifying....whatever he was as 'Scum #24' and the robot soon directed him what he was to do. He complied, having no other immediate reason other than to simply obey and comply. As he set to work, #24 found he had the urge to obey more and do more of whatever the robots said, as was the fate of any colt in Stable 111, nothing more than a mindless slave helping with the maintenance of a grand civilization, and any colt who would rebel or question this? Well let's say they die by the removal of their most nether of regions.

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"Scum in it's rightful place," stated Polly Brain "Under the grand table." She then took out the disk again, and put it into a DVD case labeled 'How Mares and Colts are made: Stable 111 edition'

"A permanent reminder for all future generations of how we materialized true exsistance." She stated with a motherly like grin.