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I don’t know if it has been a whole day since Mr Whitecoat came so I’m just going to continue to ramble on.
I’ve thought about this folder I found and I might as well tell you about it, got nothing else to talk about anyway now. I’ll give you the backstory before I read the note. This is all about how I actually acquired this Pipbuck.
It was on an awesome night that I don’t think anypony would believe me if I told them.
So it was about a week or two before I was contracted to do the hit on Applejack and I was just sitting in my usual bar in the industrial sector of Hoofington. It’s where I like to chill most of the time, oh and by the way despite it being a bit of a dump when you find a place that serves great whiskey…*coughs* Wild Pegasus beats all.
Anyway, as I bought my first bottle and prepared myself for a night of non-stop alcohol, this pretty young Pegasus mare comes waltzing in, needless to say all the stallions including myself and maybe a few mares’ eyes widened at the sight of this paragon of marehood. But we quickly averted said eyes when she herself had a face tightened with rage. Me being socialite just returned to my bottle of liquid heaven without a second thought, that second thought was of who I will be clopping over that night. So as I hear the plunk of a stool next to me I go to levitate my bottle when weirdly it’s disappeared. Looking around I notice said mare taking a swig from My bottle of My whiskey, watching her put it down she turned and gave me a look that said: ‘complain. I dare you.’
And so I did. I nabbed the bottle with my magic to pull it back to me, however, like a lightning bolt she grabs the neck of it in her teeth and thus a tug of war ensues that ends with two ponies covered in whisky and shards of glass along with a very disgruntled barkeep. While down there if I remember correctly I’d asked her what her problem was, when I say asked I really mean that it came out as a shout but I’m the good stallion here. She shouts back that every bar she’s come across in the upper district refuses to serve her and she didn’t trust anypony of ‘that calibre’ to get her a bottle without doing something to it, let alone one of the grimy manual workers around here. That earned a few looks. And so she stole mine because I looked half-decent. I wasn’t too sure if that was compliment or an insult.
Personally I thought she had an ego problem mixed with an unhealthy dose of paranoia but whatever.
Right I’ll continue later, I think food’s coming and I want to sleep.
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Right where were we? Ah yeah I was with her soaked in alcohol, in a completely non-sexual way might I add.
After realising she was probably neurotic I asked her a question she wasn’t prepared for, which was why she didn’t just ask me for a bit of my bottle since I didn’t even know she was coming in here. That made her eye twitch like she was having a seizure until she just smiled sheepishly and quietly muttered a word or two. And like the good pony I am I offered her a hoof up and asked what she’d like to drink, past that point I can’t quite recall what happened after but I did end up with a phone number written on a feather along with a time to call and an address.
I rang her the next day after I was completely sobered up. I do have to give her credit, she can handle her stuff well, I hadn’t had that big of a hangover since graduation!
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She told me to meet at the feather, which obviously meant the place on the one I was given and then she put the phone down on me. In those brief moments back then I do remember a fuzzy sort feeling afterwards but down here I think the closest I’d come to is vomiting from all this grey muck. So I trotted over to what I assumed would be her place, an apartment or something but turned out to be the “Red Racer” headquarters of Hoofington. Feeling cheated but with my guard raised, I entered the building and was greeted one of those secretaries who you just know is more annoying than meets the eye, said knowing was confirmed when her hoof hit the intercom and screeched “He’s Here!”, followed by a calm “send him up”, which did set me on edge. If this mare hadn’t drunk me under the table I probably wouldn’t have entered the elevator but well, she did.
I am getting to the part about how I got the Pipbuck so hold on, we’re almost there. Up the elevator I went preparing for an attack once the doors opened, it was a habit, so when the doors slid open I have to say that if any hostiles were waiting I would have been shot dead then and there. I mean the sight presented to me just made me gawk. It is possibly the strangest thing I have ever seen to this day, a giant penthouse suite that was creepily filled with posters of the MoA mare Rainbow Dash scattered all over the place, the Wonderbolts when they were a stunt-team and a couple of Stable-Tec ones too. After I recovered from the initial shock I cautiously stepped out and looked around, that was until I heard a small buzz. Like the sound of those annoying flies. Turning to see where the damn fly was I saw/felt an orange blur crash into me, reacting like lightning my hooves were around the neck ready to snap it when my senses came back to me and I was immobilised. Immobilised by the most powerful anti-hitstallion-killer-prevention-device in Equestria. For you see, I was kissed. Quite ferociously might I add, which is just the way I like it. That was until she pulled out of it and I got the opportunity to get a good look at her face, same mare from before which was a good thing I presumed, she then put her muzzle to my ear and whispered so seductively I was practically quivering.
Don’t judge my kinks, everypony’s got them.
She whispers how lucky I am and that someone who can drink with her and live to tell the tale a day later deserves a one of a kind reward. With those words she grabbed my hoof and yanked me to her princess-sized bed which I only just realised was in the corner.
Now, I won’t go into detail but I will say that it was mindshattering, and by that I mean nopony, not even her majesties Princess Luna and Celestia could do better than her even if it was a royal threesome.
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Sorry that I had to stop so suddenly, thought I heard someone outside the doo-
*KATHUNK*
Ah good afternoon Mr. Luck, it’s time for our Q&A session.
Right, yes of course.
I only have a few more things to ask you, so onto question one: Would you like to volunteer to take part in a special project of the OIA which should, if successful, hopefully turn the tide of the War?
Ermm, you’re saying ‘if successful’…So there is a chance it could fail? And for that matter, why kidnap me?
Mr. Luck there’s a chance anything could fail, but if you do have any qualms about this then don’t worry we’ll take your memories of this place and cart you off to Shattered Hoof again.
Ah wait! No, I’ll volunteer. Anything’s better than Shattered Hoof –
Excellent news, that’s all we really wanted to know. And before you ask about the other questions I’ve asked you over the past few days then think of it as a test to…see how compliant you were. We’ve had volunteers in the past who have smashed there cell to bits or tried to escape. None of them have just sat in their cell like you have.
What about the information you wanted me provide?
You really think WE wouldn’t already know all of those things? I could find out what you ate for breakfast three years ago if I wanted to. Anyway, thank you for volunteering and just so you know, you will be moved to another cell where you will be given a strict regimen for you to adhere to as part of the experiment you volunteered for. Is this understood Mr. Luck?
Of course, Doctor…?
Red Bow, Doctor Red Bow and now we conclude the meeting. You’ll be moved one hour from your next meal which the guard will give you after I leave, he’ll also be the one to escort you to your new accommodation. Any resistance will be disciplined promptly, good-day.
*sliding of a metal tray*
*KATHUNK*
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Anyway, sorry for the interruption, let me continue.
I woke upside down that following morning, by myself, in a shower running warm water, alone unfortunately. Now I’m there just thinking it could’ve all been another whiskey-induced dream but as I used my rear hooves to open the shower door, I tumble right out and end up facing the magenta eyes of Rainbow Dash. NOT the first thing I like to see in the morning, and after finally getting onto all four hooves I performed the patented “Lucky wake-up call” aka a hard hoof to the face. Rubbing my jaw, I trotted out into the main room to see if she was there, unfortunately she wasn’t. Feeling myself shiver I turned around quickly, bracing myself for an impending crash like before but upon seeing that there is no crazy orange Pegasus pony I turn back once again to the bed and catch my eye on the flashing terminal on top of the dresser, carefully I go over to it and see a recording with my name on it waiting to be played. Hitting Enter I sat on the bed keeping my eyes aware of what’s around me. The recording went along the lines of:
*adopts a slightly higher voice*
“Woah, you certainly know how to please a mare! Sorry I had to go, I was going to wake you so we could see each other out but an emergency came up from the Canterlot firm, had to rush out for the earliest sky-wagon. Not to mention that you look soooo cute asleep upside down! Oh and before I forget, look inside the dresser beneath the terminal and you’ll find a present. Another reward and well…you seem like the type of stallion who would get a more realistic use out of it, just a word of advice, it’s a prototype model so whatever you do with it just know it’ll be gathering data along the way, only diagnostics and map data. It’ll transmitted wirelessly so don’t worry, the user manual comes inbuilt, just put it on your foreleg and off you go.
In a bit.
P.S. if you wanna take this mare on a proper date just come to one of the firms, ask for me and give your name. If you’re busy, come see me at the GALLoPS two months from now, I wouldn’t mind getting to know you more. I guess that’s why your last name is Luck haha.”
That’s probably the longest time she talked without yelling my name haha. Anyway, I did as the note said and after opening the dresser it, the Pipbuck, just sat there innocently and being the cautious pony I am, prodded it a few times and considered leaving it there because, let’s be honest, who would put on such a thing after a night of sex because you were asked?
I did. Don’t ask me why I did it, I just did. Maybe I did it since it was an early morning and I felt exhausted or maybe it was that I thought she had a trustworthy quality. So I put it on my right foreleg and after few beeps it displayed some text headed by the words ‘Vault-Tec Pipbuck 300A’. Over the course of the next few minutes I waded through the manual and that’s how I knew how to use it. Like that wasn’t obvious.
Yeah, so that’s how it came into my possession. Oh I forgot to tell you what her name was didn’t I? Well. That wonderful mare had a bright orange coat contrasting with an unruly deep purple mane. Her name was Scootaloo…
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