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// Chicken 
// Story: Connections 
// by Life_asylum 
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He began to run, blazing the thin trail left behind by tiny hoof prints.  Of course just as he was getting into the rhythm of running, Murphy’s Law decided to be a jackass. As the wanderer sprinted past the dense foliage he felt his foot, dragged down by the armor (and stimpacks), hook itself under a thick root. He wavered comically in the air for a moment before inertia kicked in. Newton and Murphy shared a private laugh at his expense as he slid across the ground and thumped his head on a rock.
The wanderer tried to regain his strength but was quickly immobilized by an unknown weight. 
“Ummm, best friend you have a pony on your back.”
The wanderer groaned, as the ‘pony’ was shifting its weight so he smashed his head against the rock with every move. “Get… it… off.”
The suit suddenly tensed and aided the wanderer allowing him to relax. He hated to use armor lock, it was the cheaters way out.  The suit, upon restricting movement, shot to a standing position like a springboard. As the wanderer began to turn his head, or rather order the A.I. to slowly rotate it for him. An orange feather and tuff of fur sat on the edge of an impossibly large crater.
“Wow do you think the ponies going to be okay?” The A.I. asked using the suit as a temporary body to motion towards the crater before freeing the wanderer. As the wanderer regained control of his body he threw his hands in the air and yelled, “SCORE!” While the wanderer danced, pumped his fists in the air and ate semi-lethal amounts of rat meat and baked beans, an orange pony lifted herself out of the ground. Throwing caution to the wind the she charged stopping not a foot in front of an astonished wanderer before pivoting on her forehoves and bucking him in the knee.
The wanderer screamed in pain and clutched his knee unprepared for the sudden assault. The pony took this as her chance to make a ‘tactical retreat’ into the surrounding forest. As she ran the wanderer saw something that confused him greatly, wings. “Uh do ponies have wings?”
“No, the only equine creature with wings would be a Pegasus from mythology”
“So… what the hell was that?”
“Another moving target to chase?”
“Why me?”
*Authors note*
Sorry about the short chapter but I had to finish it early to ask, Apple bloom or Scootloo? I’ll still upload a 1000 word chapter by next Friday.