Fallout Equestria: Unending Dawn

Fallout Equestria: Unending Dawn

Chapter 0.

“This is a story all about how my life got flipped right upside down”- fresh prince of bel-air

My name is Lolipop Splotch, but most ponies call me Loli for short. I live in stable twelve, and lead a fairly average life for a stunted mare.  I’m the shortest full-grown pony in the stable- And this is actually sometimes useful- Being an art pony, it means I can get down low to the emptier places to paint on the walls. Not that there are really any empty places on the walls- The stable’s full of art ponies. In fact, it’s come to the point where it’s rare to find a pony in here who isn’t artistic in any way- Only several Pipbuck Technician ponies are like this, actually. The Overmare- the new one who took office after the old one was declared incompetent- has actually started to try and get ponies to get Pipbuck or technical cutie marks, having the options available and insisting they try those before moving on to the arts.

Now, see, this happened while I was still a blank-flank. Which, in retrospect, probably made me stay a blank-flank for much longer than I probably should have been. Some attributed my cutie mark Incapacity to my stunting- Oh, right, stunting. Didn’t address that. See when I was little, tiny, like hardly old enough to walk, the old Overmare let the population get so out of hand that there was this huge ass famine, which lead to a ton of ponies of my generation being stunted. It was solved after a while, though, maybe a year or so (I’m not sure how long as I’ve never been good with time) after the famine began, through some pretty lengthy papers and procedures that I’ve never read (or for that matter, wanted to read). I ended up being the most stunted, which lead to most the doctors feeling that I might be mentally stunted as well- And that I might not ever get my cutie mark.

Ok, ok, now where was I? God damn, I am shit with storytelling (maybe I should work on that…?). Oh, right, cutie mark. See, Due to the “Cutie Mark Persuasion” thing the Overmare put in place, all of the blank flanks were allowed to get their hooves on tech and medical do-dads and a ton of other flashing, blinking light-up things (I broke way too many of those, trust me) in the hopes of more “useful” cutie marks. Pipbucks were even ready to be messed with if the blank flanks didn’t get a cutie mark for the rest of the technical…stuff. Then, if after going through all that the pony is still a blank-flank, they’re finally allowed to try the more artistic things to do in the stable, working from chef to a painter. Usually most everypony gets their cutie mark before painter, but I, as one can plainly see by the crossed paintbrush and pencil cutie mark (with four green splotches around it, not like it matters though) adorning my flank, did not.

I did honestly try my best at everything, though. I broke a synthesizer when I tried to see if I were a music pony, so many god damn light bulbs when I tried to be a stagehand, I accidentally broke a pony’s leg (I swear to Celestia it was an accident) when I tried to be an acting pony, I spilled a giant vat of glaze and accidentally left the covering on the clay off when I tried to be a pottery pony… Not to mention I made several ponies sick with my attempt at cooking apple noodle soup.  Hell, I even tried to be a martial-arts pony. I took a whole year of classes, hoping it’d come to me along the way. Jeez, I even remember the instructor’s nagging voice and barking speeches like yesterday.

“In this class you’ll hopefully earn a Cutie mark. If not, then you’ll at least walk away with a sharp, quick thinking mind and a nice looking figure.” She had said, striking a pose to show off her, albeit older, nice looking frame and a cutie mark of a sword and a nun chuck crossing. “First rule about Martial Arts training- Do not remove weapons from the room or I swear, by the power of the Overmare, I will break into your room, sew you into your sheets and kick you until you tell me where the weapons are. Second rules, Always address me as ‘Master’. Not ‘teacher’, not ‘sensei’- I’m not a bucking ninja from your cartoons- Just ‘master’.” Her rules went on and on and I listened, letting them sink into my mind. I did eventually space off after rule ten, and only was brought out of my thoughts by my friend Slipheart poking me with her hoof, signaling that we were about to do something. It was she, might I add, who insisted I try taking the class; I found it funny how she left after a week.  We started training with just our hooves and legs, learning to fight unarmed (I was only good because I could get under the taller ponies to kick their stomachs, otherwise two hits and I was crying) and learning to think quickly. We moved to sticks after, and I took that up so well that after a sparring session, I had thought I got a cutie mark in the shape of an ugly looking bruise, all purple and green and red, but later I figured out pretty quickly that it was indeed just a bruise (very painful, might I add). We went on and on, most of the weapons the ‘Master’ had us training with I ended up not being good at; I kept getting hurt when I tried to use the nun chucks, or the throwing “stars” or even the Sai (what the fuck are those even- Like how are they intimidating; “Better watch out or I’ll poke some holes in ya!” see what I mean? Fucking lame). There were only two things in that entire class- not counting bare hooves or improvised weapons training- that I was good with, and those were the sticks and the training mini-sword-things. God I don’t even know the technical terms- Katana? Ninjato? The world will never know, I guess.  But still, after a year of taking that class I left, figuring that there was no way in hell I’d be getting a cutiemark for that, and figuring that I Should also probably stop endangering the others in the classes.

From there it was just accident after accident, until the overmare allowed me to paint a little on the wallpaper that was about to go up, to allow for more ponies to paint on the wall. I had to fight for the little edge I got, and even then I had to fight to keep other ponies from encroaching on my space, painting as best as I could all the while. What ended up happening is that in the mad rush to get back to painting space, most ponies would trip on me and spill some paint- most of which ended up  on me. I found out I had gotten my cutiemark after managing to scrub off the dried paint off my hide (a task easier said than done).

Now, um, I guess I should elaborate on the absence of a mother or father in what I’ve said- I never had one. No pony in the stable has a mother or a father, that they’re gone. The teachers tell us so. But sometimes, we’re allowed to see the old ponies on the bottom most floor, and they tell us stories of times when everypony had a parent. Now, um, I guess you’d be thinking “Well, shit, if nopony has a mom or a dad, how come there are baby ponies?” Well, I don’t know myself. We get sex-ed and all but… Well, no-pony is ever really doing it. The ones who do end up doin’ it and having a foal stop drinking from the cafeteria and taps and stuff cause the overmare gives them these cool-looking water bottles. Then they have the foal and I’m not sure anypony knows where those foals go.

So, uh… shit dude, what else… What else… Oh, um, I have a few friends in here. I say few because I got on the bad side of most ponies during my quest for my cutiemark. I have one friend- Shelly Mary- who draws the most fucked up shit I’ve ever seen…Then there’s  SlipHeart, the best doctor ever (and also pretty damn good with the pottery wheel), Instruc-, Er, Master Yung, the martial-arts instructor who I trained with for a year (we still talk and stuff, she’s pretty cool) and ChipTune, an earth-pony musician who makes the coolest 8-bit and 16-bit music without magic.  No, really, he is an earth pony and he makes this hella goo-

“Loli what the fuck are you doing?” A mare with a pen and paper on her flank interrupted Loli, looking at her flatly.

“I waaaaaas monolouging.” Loli said, looking at the screen in front of her that she had been typing away at.  There were several red squiggly lines on it, but she’d fix those later.

“That’s pitiful.” The mare shook her head and motioned for the other writing mares to come over. “Jesus, do you even know how to spell?”

“I can so spell, I-“

“It was rhetorical.” The pony rolled her orange eyes before backing up. “Loli I swear, I’ve never read a worse monologue in my life.”

“Oh come on I was just warming up.” Loli pouted, stretching her back and getting up from her sitting position on several books. “There’s not a lot of things for an art pony to do round here, ya’know.”

“Yes, true, but writing isn’t for illiterate ponies, such as yourself.”  The mare spoke in an eloquent manner, looking down- literally and figuratively- at her. “You’d best leave this to the pros.” And with a swish of her tail she was off.

“I didn’t even ask you!” Loli called, glaring at the mare before returning her gaze to the screen. “Jackass… I’ll fuckin’ show you I can write…” she muttered under her breath as she deleted what she had been typing and started anew. “Got a damn good idea too… PotterMare fanfic. Aww yiss.” She shook her mane over to a side before she began to type.

“My name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have a long ebony black mane and tail (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips- With my mane reaching my knee, my tail reaching to my hock and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee…”

Yes, good.

Footnote: Level up

No perks gained, However Trait acquired:

Short Stack: At the price of not being able to carry much, you're just a little more agile. You can also fit in small places. (To be exact, 25 lbs + 15x Strength points)