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// Fallout Sucks 
// Story: Pleasuring Techniques and Other Weird-Ass Stories 
// by Regidar 
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As the alien's head exploded inward, Zack holstered his .44 magnum. He casually looted the corpse, and pocketed the energy decals he recovered from the poor extra-terrestrial.

Walking nonchalantly to the large machine in front of him, he saw the various knobs and switches. The Mothership Zeta was a diverse and interesting place, albiet filled with terrible monsters and aliens that wanted to kill him. 

"PRESS ALL THE BUTTONS!" The Lone Wanderer smashed his hands against the machine's control panel. A bright green light enveloped him, and began to pull him apart, molecule by molecule. The experience was similar to how one would imagine being blended.

Everything was dark, and Zack was confused. Not scared, for the Lone Wanderer was rarely scared. Well, except for that whole Greyditch experience, but it was MOTHERFUCKING FIRE BREATHING ANTS! Who wouldn't be scared fo that? To this day, he could barely stand to shoot the head off of the normal enlarged insects that plagued the Capitol Wasteland.

A cold, alien, mechanical voice greeted him. "Now arriving in: Equestria. Inhabitants: Minute Equines."

"Hm, ponies, eh?" Zack would have smiled if he weren't still being re-arranged molecularly. Ponies sounding like a nice change from all the rapist, murderers, bugs, radiation, and super mutants that had filled his life as of late.

"I wonder if there are trees of green! And red roses too!" Zack let his mind drift off into dreamland, right before he was materialized into Equestria.  

It looked the same. The whole place was grey-green, dying, and his geiger counter was going wild. Little Pip looked over at him, a gun held in her magical grasp. Zack looked back at her.

"God dammit."