Fallout Equestria Novels & Stories

I’m for sure doing something dumb and irreversible. I know, in my heart, that I made this bed and have to lie in it. Eastonia will be better for it. Crescent Falls and Maatua will finally have a connection to KiloKilo–me. The bringer of peace. Huh, Fallon, Peacebringer. It has a shine to it, doesn’t it?

It was my job to make sure that doesn't happen. The ride to the pack was dull and uneventful as I had expected it to be. We took an uncommon path, that doesn't go through the Star Raiders pack. It was a kind of ride where time stretches like the road, unending, flat, almost deceptive. The warriors behind us kept close, disciplined. There wasn't even a chatter or even a whisper heard between them. Thorne wouldn’t allow it. He really drilled them to be this disciplined. Then, halfway through the stretch of scattered trees, the horses began to shift.. they became very nervous and restless.

Either way it was dangerous and had to be stopped. Dawn sighed “you’re right”, she conceded “they don’t” she moved her hand away “alright Danny I’ll help”. “Dawnie, we owe you big time”, Daniel said, relieved. “Yes you do”, Dawn said “now, where is this taking place?” “A small town in Indiana called Edenvale”, the younger Wesson brother answered. “I’ll head off right away”, Dawn told him “just hang in there Daniel” and with that she hung up.

she said in between moans as I continued to go in and out of her. Staring deep into her eyes, I could see clearly that she was lost. So I was. "Let me ride you" she whispered and behiee I could say anything, she pushed me off her, pinned me forcefully to the bed and sat on me, my rod slowly diving into her Honeypot. "Fuck!" She cursed with a deep moan. Viviana began to ride me so bad just like the slut she was. My body was quivering as she rode me like an experienced cowgirl.

The bike whizzed into the first barn. It was filled with cows. They lifted their heads and mooed their disapproval as the bike roared through. But, Caitlin noted, the Immortalists weren’t behind. “They’re not stupid enough to follow,” she cried. “They’ll just fly over the roof.” “I know,” Caleb replied.

First came out Conquer, riding a pure white horse, his shining blade victoriously twirling in the air, his soulless dark eyes scanning his surroundings, eager to take claim on every land. Second, War emerged from the pits of Eternal Fire, riding a fiery red horse, his cries of battle echoing across the seas, his blade dipping in the blood of the innocent shattered Peace. Third, Famine crawled from the very depths of Hell itself, riding a black horse, thriving from the desperate screams of those in pain, turning into useless dust all sustenance on Earth... Fourth, Death’s corpse-like pale horse descended from the thundering dark sky, trotting to his rightful owner, obediently lowering his hea

“So are we going to this stable of yours then?” “No, I have a private stable for my family’s horses.” I smile at her. I am glad she seems interested in what I do, meaning she’s interested in me. That’s a good sign. “What kind of horses do you have?” “My horse is a Friesian and his name is King. Keila has an American Paint named Rain and Mark has a Mustang named Bandit. My mother has an Appaloosa named Lady and we still have my father’s horse. A Friesian named Beau. We keep other’s around that we like to lend out to kids, mostly Paints or Quarter horses, who enjoy equestrian but can’t afford a horse of their own. We don’t charge them to rent the horse but we expect that the kiddo using the ho

He pulled out her chair like a gentleman, helping her sit before taking his place opposite her. They spent the first half of the day exploring the hill path above the lake. Kaelion took her through a trail he claimed only the Alpha bloodline knew—an abandoned lookout tower that oversaw the entire valley below. The wind was crisp and sharp, tugging at her cardigan as she leaned slightly over the edge of the wooden rail. For a moment, if she closed her eyes and forgot everything, it almost felt like peace. Almost.

Two horses waited… Anana’s sleek black mare and Elia’s dapple-gray stallion, who seemed to neigh in approval at the chaos about to unfold. “Ready?” Anana asked, already mounted, her posture graceful and commanding. Elia swung onto her horse with flair, clicking her tongue. “Ready to win.” “Then ride!” The moment the word left Anana’s lips, the courtyard exploded with sound… hooves thundering, wind whipping hair into their faces, laughter echoing through the air. Elia shot ahead immediately, her stallion kicking up dust as she turned halfway in the saddle and shouted, “You can still back out, Luna! Save yourself the embarrassment!”

With the other, she was flat‑palmed against the stone, fingers splayed wide over the central crack, pushing. Cultists swarmed below her, some scrambling to reach the slab, others shying from the unpredictable sparks that jumped along the ruined lines. “Nightfang! Blackmoon!” Jax’s voice crashed over the chaos behind Kael. “Drop them!” Kael barely heard. The world had narrowed to the girl on the stone and the shadow of a knife that wasn’t there. _Not this time._ His stallion hit the broken threshold of the square at speed. Kael’s knees tightened reflexively, bringing the horse up enough to clear a fallen beam and bodies. The instant the hooves touched dirt again, Kael was swinging free, boots