One morning, fluttershy wakes up to realize she’s no longer in her cottage, or in Ponyville for that matter. On top of that, she’s not even a pony anymore!

In the body of the wasteland’s apex predator, she’ll have to adapt to her new form and the world around her.

(Imagine a slimmer, more upright, more huggable, less hunched over deathclaw, with less grotesque features)

Inspired by: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/475593/queen-of-the-wasteland