Six Mares of The Apocalypse

by EarthPonyStrongHeart

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Anthro, Main 6
Length: 1502

the Mane Six write a six entry journal about life in an apocalyptic wasteland

this is a six entry journal about the Mane Six being the last survivors of an epic pony war between the Royal Sisters, and how they live in an apocalyptic wasteland

Published 2024-09-22 11:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-09-22 11:00:00 UTC

Twilight Sparkle

Nov 28, 2097

Twilight Sparkle

It’s been six years since Equestria fell. my friends and I are all that’s left of pony-kind. Every day I wonder what might have been if the sisters had stayed together, if they hadn’t tried to split the world, we’d all still have our families, and friends. I would probably be flying a kite with Shining Armor, or finding out something new about friendship, Applejack hasn’t quite been the same since she lost Apple Bloom. Every night she sits by the fire gently strumming her guitar with Fluttershy’s dog Riley laying by her. Fluttershy found Riley two years ago under the overpass, hungry, and scared. She brought him to our camp to try and bring back a little bit of hope and joy to our lives, speaking of; Pinkie has lost hers, she isn’t depressed, but that joyful party pony all of Equestria knew has long since passed. Pinkie is still happy, but she has a more realistic view of the world, Rarity is still fashionable, but she also has become a bit more of realist. As for Rainbow and myself...I had lost an eye, due to infection and Rainbow Dash lost a wing during the war. We are both trying our best to live without our appendages, Rainbow Dash adopted a prosthetic wing while I have taken on an eye-patch. As rough as the wasteland that we once called home has been rough to us, Rarity actually found us an old mining camp so we aren’t so cluttered like we were in the old trailer we shared. There are only three homes in this new camp, but we make due. There were plenty of clothes, food, and other assorted supplies. As the night approaches and the fire dies out we all listen to Applejack’s guitar. Even now as I write this, she gently plucks the strings in the background, it’s an almost calming sensation to listen to her play. When we aren’t scavenging, or listening to Applejack’s guitar, we’re trading stories about our old lives, we don’t usually bring up family in our stories, because Applejack doesn’t like to talk about hers. So we either make up stories, tell old legends, or talk about all we’ve been through as friends.

Applejack

Nov 28, 2097

Applejack

every day and night I strum this guitar, thinking about the past, thinking of that quaint little farm I was raised on, and the possibility of raising my own family with Rainbow on that same land, but those days are gone. The wind howls in my ear every afternoon, and I hear Apple Bloom’s voice. Still so sweet and innocent. I still have my friends, and I guess that counts for something, every thing just feels so empty now. Which it kinda is. I try to put on a happy front for my friends since I’m supposed to be the strong one, but I dunno how much longer I can keep it up. I’ve lost my family, my home, well I guess we all have, but when you plant roots just to see them reduced to splinters, it cuts pretty deep. Riley has been a great help for bringing me back around, I guess he was a therapy dog for whoever owned him last, and could sense how broken I was. Every so often he will listen to me play my guitar, and will even sing along a little. It actually makes me laugh how much he tries to howl in tune with my playing. Each night when I can’t sleep I strum by the fire providing a bit of ambiance for the rest of the group as they sleep. I appreciate that Rarity found this bigger camp for us. Because to be honest, that camper was annoyingly crowded, sure there was a bunkhouse too, but it was also rather small. With this new camp there’s one house for every two of us, and it’s much more roomy. As I write this Riley lays sleeping next to me, he must be dreaming about something exciting. Maybe chasing a rabbit, or something like that. As night begins to approach, I guess I should finally get some of my own rest.

Fluttershy

Nov 28. 2097

Fluttershy

Living in a barren apocalyptic wasteland can be difficult, but having a dog like Riley to walk the streets with somehow makes it more bearable. Every day I take Riley for a walk into the remains of the city, and every so often play fetch with him too. Back when I found him under that overpass, instead of being incredibly hostile and aggressive, he warmed right up to me, and my friends too when I brought him to camp. Rarity was a bit hesitant to have him around, but eventually came around. I’ve become more confident since the fall. I didn’t fight in the war unlike my friends, but I somehow survived it. Rarity didn’t want to fight in the war either, but she was conscripted, and had no other choice. My animal friends were all taken from me, and became animals of war, even my sweet little Angel Bunny became a messenger rabbit for the Solar Empire. After the dust cleared, and I reunited with my friends, I took on the name ‘SurvivorShy’, and left my old Fluttershy life behind in that little cottage I held so dear. Now I’m a survivor like my friends, living one day at a time.

Rarity

Nov 28, 2097

Rarity

Earlier today I found an old mining camp, much more spacious for the six of us than that dreaded trailer we shared. As Twilight said there are only three houses, so we have to split them. while I was there I found a divine V-Suit. It may be old, and raggedy, but I couldn’t just leave it there. We were running very low on supplies until I found this camp. Now we have everything we need. Food, water, clothes, even a bath with running water. Maybe I can use my magic to bring at least a little color back to this atomic wasteland. Between that and Riley, we would breathe a little more happiness in this dull world, especially for Pinkie’s sake. I miss those lively giggles of hers, and that warm energy she brought to the group. She was quite the character back in the day, but now...that party pony demeanor of hers has long since passed. Speaking of, I guess I should pass this on to Applejack so she could take a turn.

Rainbow Dash

Dec 1, 2097

Rainbow Dash

Living with a prosthetic wing isn’t all that bad. Sure, it isn’t the same as having both by wings, and I may not be as fast as I used to be, but every day that I’m still alive is a gift. I’ve seen how Applejack looks at me from time to time, and I feel the same way, maybe we could’ve had a life before everything fell. Near every day I’ll just go out to the old windmill to sit, and look over the landscape as I think about the past. All the times I’m not at the windmill I’m either trading stories with the girls, or listening to Applejack’s guitar. Now I’m actually missing part of my left ear, and thus can’t hear out of it that well, so every time I’m listening to the guitar or swapping stories, I always sit to the left. Hearthswarming would be right around the corner, and we will still celebrate it as long as we’re alive, but it’s just not the same without my family, especially Scootaloo. I miss her little antics, her idolizing me every day. I guess I’ve keep going, for her sake. The war is long since over, and as Twilight said we six are all that’s left of pony-kind, and we gotta carry on.

Pinkie Pie

Dec 1, 2097

Pinkie Pie

As I stare into the fire, listening to it crackle I recollect the days when I was that sweet lively party pony. Those days were something else, but now I’m somepony else, a soldier, a survivor, I may still be a joyful pony, but my Party Pony persona has since been laid to rest. Now I see things the way they are: empty, and lifeless. This wasteland we six once called home is now exactly that. Rarity has talked about trying to bring a little color back into the world through plant life, but I doubt the soil is fertile enough after everything that befell our land. Riley is right now the only thing that has kept our spirits up, that dog is definitely a happy one despite everything that happened to him, and how he was found by Fluttershy. He reminds me of myself a little, like that cheery mare that I once was that everypony including myself continues to mention. I’m just glad that we’re all still together, and that we made it this far.