//------------------------------// // Pip and Tia bring Soul to the wasteland // Story: Fallout: Equestria - Pip and Tia // by starwars90001 //------------------------------// The sounds of music blasted everywhere and nowhere at once, the song had a certain lively beat and grooviness. It’s singer’s voices were smooth yet energetic, Tia sang and moved along with the music as the wind below through her mane. “You're a shining star, No matter who you are, Shining bright to see, What you could truly be.” Little Pip just smiled at Tia from the driver seat, she’d never thought her ‘godd- princess’ was such a party horse. The first time they took a drive Pip couldn’t believe how Tia acted, she never imagined the princess behaved like this, and this music she enjoyed was like nothing Pip had ever heard before, Tia said it was ‘Funk’ for your soul. Pip just shrugged and accepted it, she quite liked the music actually. It made her want to dance to the beat(If she knew how). “Howse this band?” Pip shouted over the wind rushing past them. Tia played their music a lot but she never told her who this was. “The Elementals, a zebra funk, R&B, jazz, and Disco band.” She said making Pip give her best ‘what?’ face. Tia sighed, she would have to educate this little pony on soul music later. “There were different genres of music before the war, and these zebras were the kings of it. So much I would play their hit ‘Fall’ whenever Fall came and got trouble for starting a party once.” She chuckled at the memory. “When Luna took over during the war they tried to ban me from playing this throughout the castle. I told them they can take away my title, wings, and my crown! But if you touch my Elementals it’s fighting time!” Pip just cracked up at that, Tia was more down to earth than she expected, she thought a princess would be the most proper formal pony she would meet, but instead, she was more lively than most ponies she knew. The two sat in the front of an old wagon car, it was a model Tia brought before the war but never got a chance to drive even when she stepped down from the throne. Living inside the computer she now called home was great for simulating her old wagon but after driving around got old fast when you had no one to go with. They drove along a long arch bridge over a vast ocean that shined in the evening sunset. This was the best life or simulated life they could have. The bridge itself seemed to last forever with no traffic in sight, which made for a relaxing experience.  These drives gave Pip time to think about her life, about the choices she made, the paths that lead her here. While she may question what she did moments like this made it worth it. “Say Pip after we're done here you want to watch Homage?” The question made the little unicorn pause a bit. “It was noon the last time we checked on the wasteland, she should be recording right now.” “You think I should see how she’s doing.” Pip had to admit she didn’t get much time to spend with her mare friend. And while the SPP towers gave control over various cameras around the wasteland, it just made her feel stockery. So the only time she got to spend with her mare was when she visited once a month, and that was a ‘special’ occasion. “Haven’t talked in two weeks, she’s kind of busy with the search and being a radio host for the wasteland remember.” Tia huff at that. “I know how important the search for the new elements of harmony is, but I think it’s also important to say hello to your lover.” Tia said that with a smirk knowing little unicorn would reel from it. “And leave her a special gift.” “What type of gift?” “Remember when I said educate you on music? well I think the whole wasteland could use a lesson in some good old soul music.” -------------------- “Good evening wasteland, DJ-Pon3 here with the NEWS!” the voice of an energetic stallion shouted into the microphone, his tone upbeat yet serious on some level. “Today I got more good reports coming from Fillydelphia, Talon and other Mercs under the banner of the Shattered Hoof Mercs have finally removed the last remnants of Red Eye’s former army after a six-month period of fighting for the city. Gawdyna Grimfeathers, leader of the Shattered Hoof mercs had this to say on the matter.” A harsh feminine voice spoke through pre-recorded tapes. “With Red Eye’s former city in our claws, we plan to take the old warlord’s factories into Shattered Hoof’s use and offer a job to any pony or griffin looking for work. This isn't a slavery operation anymore anyone sighing up can expect full pay with benefits along with free housing. To sign up simply just go to our headquarters at Shatter Hoof Reduction facility or Fillydelphia.” A moment later and the stallion’s voice returned. “Well y’all heard, looks like things are turning up for that old city. Now I know a lot of good listeners are worried at the idea of going to the former slavery capital, especially if you just escaped there. But My little ponies think that under the right leader those factories can be put to good use, now I don’t rightfully fully trust Gawd and her mercs but they did help win the war, and they far above cry from its former owners.” “Just a thought to leave y’all with. Now in other news, attention between the group calling themselves the Harbingers and Reaper gangs of Hoofington has flared up. With the Zebras of Legion joining Reapers, and remnants of Red Eye’s army the Harbingers that entire area is a warzone out of hell. Avoid it at all costs children unless your plans involve death by bullet fire.” “That’s all for today children! DJ-Pon3 your voice in the new light sighing out.” With a press of a button the ‘Live’ sign turned off, the tired sigh could be heard. A small grey unicorn pushed herself away from the console in front of her, a look of complete exhaustion written on her face. “So much to report in the last few months.” She spoke with the voice of a stallion, but as the words came out they slowly turned into the voice of a young mare. “Bloody hell, I’m glad the things are changing out there but damn. My throat is getting sore from all that talking.” She pressed a button with a label above it that read ‘recording’. Another second and music then begin to play. Familiar with the vocals of Wasteland’s favorite singer, Sweetie Bell, Homage always started the Evening playlist with one of her favorites ‘Old Sunny days’, always a bright spot in the gloom that was the wastes.  “I wonder if Acorn is still serving at this hour?” She said as she trotted towards double doors, just as she was out of the room something happened that made her heart skip, the prerecorded music stop. Turning around and rushing back toward the console, she checked the controls to see if everything was functioning properly. When she found nothing wrong with the console she checked the software systems, funny enough they were being overwritten.  Just then the speakers fired up again, this playing a fast-paced beat the grey unicorn never heard in her life. “Do you remember the 21st of Fall? Love was changing the minds of pretenders. While chasing the Moon away.”  Was the words were spoken by a groovy sounding stallion, the energy and smoothness of his voice was heavenly. His lyrics are back up by the voices of other stallions who had their own smoothness. “There was a da de ye say you remember. “What in Celestia’s name is this coming from?” The unicorn mare pounder the idea then it hit her. “That little mare of mine.” she began pressing certain buttons and looked over a screen. Sure enough, the signal was coming from The clouds. “Pip is so getting a spanking next I go to that tower.”  She would let it Pip have her fun while she came up with proper punishment. Besides the music sounded great, maybe she would ask Pip to send down an album or two. “Back to getting garb.” Before she left, Homage looked up at the camera in the corner of the room. “You better watch out Pip.” ----------------- The shiver running down Pip’s spine could not be more contrasted with Tia’s balling in the background. Pip knew she was done for, whatever the few seconds of joy she got from that wouldn’t be worth the hour of pain and pleasure coming to her. “Did you see her face Pip?” the alicorn trotted up to her with a face that filly would wear. “Homage usually plays music for four hours during the Even broadcast.” Pip would never believe that Tia could have such an evil smile. “I have a whole playlist lined just for her, I think the Wasteland is about remembering the beauty of Soul music.” Pip lost all blood in her veins at that, what would Homage do to her if the whole broadcast was this. “Eh, Tia. I think we should let the music go back to normal after this song.” “What? Why Pip?” Tia put on her begging eye. “Listen Tia I don’t Homage will appreciate highjacking her radio for long.” She also didn’t want to suffer Homage’s toys of pain. “I think we had our fun.” Tia sighed. “Your right Pip, we shouldn’t ruin your friend’s job with our fun.” Pip let out a long breath, Tia could take her ‘jokes’ a little far. She still remembered when Tia suggested they make it rain root beer in the badlands, Pip had to convince her of all the problems that would cause before she relented. Before the small unicorn could turn off their signal Celestia put a hoof on her shoulder.“Oh Pip, I have an idea!” Tia’s expression was that of filly asking their mom for presents, a face Pip couldn’t say no to. “What if we keep the broadcast going as a demo for new music for DJ-Pon3. Like if her listeners love it we can send an album down for her.” “That...That’s actually smart Tia.” Pip thought that over, could use this as a good excuse to escape Homage’s punishment, if she spurs it as a test instead of a joke maybe she’d left Pip off easy, and give Tia the joy of blasting her music.  “Okay but we have to tell Homage afterward, I don’t want her thinking this was a prank.” Celestia raised an eyebrow. “It was.” “Yeah well, she doesn’t know that.” And Pip hoped she’d wouldn’t “Oh thank you Pip, I’m sure Homage will love Soul music” Tia then galloped away from the little unicorn and stomped her hoof on the white void below her. Within seconds a multi-colored floor spur to life under her hooves. “Now if you excuse me King Brown’s I Feel Great playing next and I’m about to destroy this dance floor.” Whatever worries Pip had about this melted away when she saw Tia. Alicorn was dancing to the beat, swinging her hips and mane side to side. ‘This music means so much to her, she wants to bring it back to the world so everyone else can enjoy it like her. No matter how I or Homage feel Tia should get this joy.’ Pip shook her head then galloped over to the alicorn hoping to join in.  “Hey wait for me I got a sick new move I want to try out.” And That evening became the day that all the wasteland rediscovered the music of the Soul.