> Fallout Equestria: Silent Ponyville
>  by ReifuTD
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> Chapter 1: A Strange New World
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   I thought I was to have my peace, I thought I could sleep forever in the darkness of dreams. I thought my battles were over and I have brought the light. But for in the darkness of dreams there are nightmares who wish to destroy the light.

Chapter 1: A Strange New World

Radio? What's going on with that radio? 
_


My skin crawled as the pink ash fell from the sky. How many dead? I thought as I looked up at the low cloudy sky.

Taking a quick glance at my pipleg. I noticed a strange icon was flashing on the screen. I tapped on it, My pipleg’s brings up a system update loading bar. I never had to update my pipbuck’s operations system before. I don’t believe there has ever been a pipbuck system update for over two hundred years.

I must be on the out skirts of the town. What bugged me was the fact everything was big clean and very sterile looked.  This city was abandoned, not the same kind of abandon you see in the Equestrian Wasteland. This was evil? Like evil magic evil. I felt it in my horn.

I give a quick glance behind me. A pink fog blocked my view and my way. I didn’t think it was the deadly kind of pink. Wasn’t going to risk it without healing potions.

I look back at this disturbingly clean city.  Even the damn pink ash doesn’t seem to do more than lightly dust the ground. Where did it all go?

The area ahead was tinted with pinkish fog as well. But I could see a good block in front of me. My pipleg made a click click sound. This told me that I was heading toward something radioactive. Hopefully not living and radioactive if I was lucky. I would hate it to be the other way around since I wasn’t carrying any weapons or wearing barding heavier than a very light blue dress. I try to kick on my Eyes Forward Sparkle brushing my long mane out of my eyes. A notice said this feature was disabled for now.

My mane falls back in front of my eyes. I pull it back behind my ear. Homage had teased me about my hair saying I looked like Fluttershy now. 

I found a bulletin board on the side of the street. It was covered in photos of ponies with words like, “Missing” or “Have you seen me?” Some pony sprayed graffiti over the missing flyers. “Sinners All.”

I look at the news paper box next to the bulletin board. Having no bits and obviously something like that would be buck proof. All I could do was read the head line on the display paper.
_
Rapist Found Dead in Mini Mac Vehicle

Accused foal rapist Blister Fist found dead yesterday in his Mini Mac vehicle. Cause of death unknown.
For those of you who do not know last week Blister Fist was found not guilty of the crime of rape. After the evidence was lost in the police station fire a few days before.
Chef Boxcar still hadn't released the cause of the fire.
_

My Pipleg dings telling me that it was done updating. It spoke to me in a tingy Applebloom voice.

“Voice function update, Default General Equestrian Applebloom, other voices can be found or synthesized in settings.

Inventory function updated, Some items stored in inventory can now be-”

I tapped on my pipleg to shut it up. I'll have to look at the rest of the updates later. 

“Warning: Hostile enemy detection icon function corrupted and is offline will fix with next update.”

Well walking forward, I stop and take a cautious stance when I see a tall alicorn figure rearing up in the mist. I waited and the figure didn’t move. I slowly take a few steps forward. Still didn’t move.  I walked up to the figure it coming into clear view. The thing was a bronze statue of Luna. A plaque at it’s feet, “In the memory of Luna,” was written on it.  The rest of the epitaph was scratched over, “who save***s*all w*th her *ac*ifice,” Scratching over the words, “May she burn over and over.”

A noise catches my attention. I could see a pair of small pony figures outlined ahead of me. As I walked toward them, the outline of the building could be seen.

The clicky click of my pipleg grew louder. I looked at it. The radiation detector stated zero radiation. I decided to shut off the feature. I’ll take rataway later to be safe when I find some.

Something swooshed under my hoof. I lift it to see what I stepped in. It was thick white and clumpy even a little stringy. I looked at the asphalted street and sees globs of white trailing in front of me. I sniff my hoof, it smelt sugary like melted marshmallows but more slimly than sticky.

I approached forward and I gasped. The figures they were in front of me were now clear to see. They were some kind of ghoul ponies,  Friendly kind of ghouls at least I hoped. I walked closer to investigate. They were the size of fillies or in my case a small mare. But they were shiny and hairless unicorn like things. There eye were seal over and metal bits were in their mouths. Saddles were on their backs fused with their skin, no that’s part of their skin? It’s just shaped like a saddle. What the fuck am I looking at? 

“Hello my name is Littlepip, I think I’m lost,” I introduced myself hoping these thing's were intelligent. They barely acknowledged me. Then went back to eating the brown grass that was underhoof.

I looked the filly things up and down to reassess them. I noticed straps wrapped around the thing's hips. When I walked around to investigate the sight made my tail flinch into my rear. The thing's tail was pulled up displaying its privates. To my horror the filly thing's feminine lips where missing leaving its hole exposed. Rusty hooks pulled the thing's hole open. I felt disgusted and sick, my head feeling light. The next thing I seen scarred me more and confused me. Pair of large skinless testicals were being pulled back between the legs constricted with tight straps.

That doesn’t make any sense? I dreamily said in my head as my eyes roll back. I hit the ground with a thump. I hit it hard enough to shake me awake. From the ground, I turn to look at the filly things, I quickly blushed, turning away. Okay, they are definitely not mares. Both of these things were very erect stallions, cocks strapped in very uncomfortable looking bindings.  I had images in my head that I hope to remove from me with the help of a unicorn I know.

As I looked upward. I need to clear my mind before being able to face the faceless things again. I spotted a sign on top of the building above me. Some kind of add with a young Pinkie Pie on it. I didn’t care about the add. Someone with red paint put on the sign the words. “Pipbucks are like Littlepip,” I had a chill up my spine. First off, who would write this? Second, are they someone who knows me?

I get up to my feet, One of the filly stallion things bumped me. Wet hits my pipleg. I look down to see the touch screen covered in white ooze. My reaction looked something like a poster I seen at stable twenty five of mares screaming and freaking over a bug or a mouse, something of the sort. I calmed down and reminded myself that it was just a dumb pony shaped animal somepony tortured, bucking it-him in the face would just be cruel.

I poked the thing in the chest, more of it’s jazz squirts from its undercarriage and lands at my feet. Smell of sugar rolls up into my nose. This thing orgasms on a hair trigger. “Just like you Littlepip,”  I could hear the Homage in my head joke. I start to snicker-Hello!

Suddenly a tongue licks me between my thighs. One of the hairless ponies had gotten behind me. I freaked out in a panic and buck the thing with my back hooves. It rears back, the hit knocking it off balance. My rump is blasted by white slime. I unleash screams and in a panic I struck the thing. Then hit it again.

I didn’t remember it hitting the ground. The soon small buck thing was smashed and laying in pooling blood. I raise my hoof to make another strike. It hit me like a flash, I wasn’t there anymore. The air became bright and sunny. Under my hooves was a young blue and navy blue colt covered in it’s own blood. He was just old enough to get his white opal cutie mark. Blood from my hooves drips on his flank. I look up to see a red and blond filly looking at me in horror.

“Please stop hurting my brother!”

I jumped back to reality, Funny calling this place reality in retrospect. There was pink chunky stuff laying in the blood. My skin crawled as I realized the damn thing was cumming as I was attacking it. It’s member unleashed another squirt. Still cumming, don’t these things ever run empty? I noticed the other one behind me. I turned to look at the pony thing. It didn’t care, I stood there in shock. I-I pummeled one of it’s own in front of it. The thing didn’t flinch a muscle. I looked down at my bloody hooves then at the body at my feet. These deformed monsters seemed like innocent creatures. “If they where once normal ponies perhaps you killing them is a favor?” The little pony in my head suggests. I shook my head, this wasn't compassion, this was rage. I almost killed it for cumming on my flank. Suddenly a twig of worry popped in my mind. One drop of semen is all that is need to get a mare pregnant. I quickly reassured myself with a half a dozen reasons why that’s not going to happ-

The other creature just tried to mount me!  What made it worst the thing jazzed my rump squire on when it touched me. My tail was down so it took the blunt of the white sticky mess. I’m going to have fun combing that out later.

I grabbed the creature with my telekinetic magic before it could penetrate me. I was trying my best to hold back my rage. I have already acted out of anger, an act my friend Steelhooves would have been disappointed to have seen me done. This thing just tried to rape me and if I was going to kill it he would have wanted me to have my wits about me when I do it. I glanced at the creature on the ground still. The first time I spun into a rage was in Ponyville after seeing a pack of raider’s rape victim in a cage. But would killing these creatures be the same? 

For a moment I had another flash, I was holding that red and blond filly in my telekinetic magic. Tears rolled down her eyes. Before I came crashing back I heard her whimper, “I don’t want to die,” 

I shook my mind clear, These things had to be messing with my head. Lucky I have resistance to such things. 

In the end I couldn’t kill it. It was just an animal after all. I dropped it from my magic. I'll just need to literally watch my ass when these things are around. I looked up, there were more hairless creatures. How did I get surrounded?

Hooves grabbed my shoulder and warm liquid hits my rump. I instantly fly into a rage. I buck the thing off me. I pick a pipe off the ground and grab it with my mouth. I thwacked the thing in it’s head. When I raised the pipe to make a second hit, I saw the red filly. I didn't hesitate to strike. I rushed at a group of others. Random fillies mares, colts and bucks pop in my head looking up at me in horror as I beat them to death. This had me seeing red hard. How dare they mess with my head like this. I was getting stained with blood as well as other things I’d rather not think about. Celestia, didn’t they ever run empty.

As my rage reached it’s peek, I felt the ground shake with a stomp. It roared like a siren. A centaur covered in blood stains the size of an adolescent dragon wearing a big rusty bull’s head mask. I could feel contempt and rage emitting from the thing. It suppressed my very soul.  The udders on the thing’s chest looked surreal to me. It had breast nipples, I believe technically they were also called boobs. I’ll call them the latter because breast shouldn’t have nipples. I know nothing about how boobies should look. I know mare’s have bigger ones them bucks but I really couldn’t tell you if this thing was a mare or a buck simply by looking at them.

The battle saddle over the back of it’s horse back charged up. (Seriously this thing has two backs?) A pair of large gatling guns with very long belts of bullets. Large bullets, without a doubt armor piercing by the size.

“Celestia down load herself to my body and clop myself raw!” I shouted making way for the only cover I could find. An alleyway between two of the buildings.

The rusty bull lets loose another siren roar. Steam shot out it’s metal nostrils. My horn began to burn as darkness fell.

I smacked into something wet and smelly, Raider mattress smelly.  I slip to my knees My first instinct was to make my horn glow so I could see. My magic wouldn’t activate so my pipleg’s light function was my default.

The wall I smacked into looked like it was made of wet leather that’s been soaking in urine and shit. The smell was so awful it made my stomach heave. There was nothing to come out other then bile. The ground was now metal grating with strips of dark red meat hanging off it. Through the grating I could see flailed bodies. By the way they twitched, I assumed they where ghouls. Random flames and screams could be heard. If using my adventures in the Equestrian Wasteland as a reference of a scale of one to ten. This would hit eleven of the most awful mind scarring things I’ve seen. “Welcome to Tartarus,”  The pony in my head snapped, “You did this to yourself and is no less then you deserve for the horrors you committed.”

A hairless buck puts its hooves on top of me holding me down and giving me a view of its cock. My soul was crushed with the thought I was in hell and my mind slowly processed what was happening to me. When it finished for a sad moment I was going to accept what this thing wanted to do to me.

Bullets goes through the thing’s head splattering me in brain matter. The dead creature jazzes into my face three times before dropping to the metal ground. Okay, moment over I need to get the Celestia fuck out of here.

The rusty bull opens fire on the hairless bucks. My brain flashed making the hairless buck look like normal ponies on a normal street  screaming in horror and pain as they are getting gunned down by a centaur monster. Tears roll down by eyes this place was from a time before the war and time Of innocence. Every death every scream tore into my soul as I felt every pony’s innocence rip apart.

I could see the alleyway was still there, so I ran for it. As I ran the hell world peeled back around me. Behind me, sound of bullets spraying across the metal ground and the splatter of the hairless buck creatures getting ripped apart. I could hear the bulletfire come back in my direction. Hot metal when through my left hind thigh as I reached the protection of the alley

The wall of the alley was cover in chain link fencing with black bloody chains crossed against them. Blood dropped from above me. Behind me the chain link walls shook as black pony dog things rip links out. They were like foals covered in black pasty soot. The word Charfoals came to mind. I shook in horror, I make for the door at the end of the alley. Oh, Celestia no, it was rusted shut. I ram my small body against the door.

“Milk!”

“Mommy!”

The Charfoal's teeth bite into my leg and rump. I ram the door again. More teeth bite into me, one gets me in the shoulder. My hind legs were pulled out from under me. One of my utters is bitten down on. It pulls on my soft flesh like hot cheese. I scream in pain my eyes watering. Then one of them chomped down on my remaining tit.

“More!” They cried.

I was bleeding out, Bleeding fast. I was dying. If I was in hell how can I be dying. The feeling of my throat getting crushed was the last thing I felt. The radio of my pipleg kicks on. The last thing I heard was DJ Pon3’s voice my Homage’s voice.

“Welllllcome to Silent Ponyville! Be seeing you Littlepip,”

>

The song woke me up in a jar,

“I'm not a fan of puppeteers but I've a nagging fear
Someone else is pulling at the strings,
Something terrible is going down through the entire town,
Wreaking anarchy and all it brings,”
_

My pelt was soaked with sweat. My pipleg itched, it always did that when I was sweaty. I found myself laying on a couch. My first instinct was to look down at my tits. Seeing both of them were intact I sigh in relief. The bullet wound in my hindleg was healed. It didn’t have the soreness associated with use of a healing potion.

“Good to see you're awake,” A male voice remarks.

I turn to see, Homage? No this was a buck. He had her color scheme and wore stable security barding. This was a pegasus too. I noted his side arms.

My body shook from shock. I couldn’t stand the noise of the radio and clicked it off.

The buck walks across the room. For a moment I forgot this wasn’t Homage and caught myself looking at his butt. The stallion flicks his tail giving me a glance of the back of his sack. I turn my eyes somewhere else in the room. The buck takes a drink of something form a bottle and smiles at me. Shit, he thinks I’m checking him out. Kind of true but there’s an awkward conversation I might have to have later. I did note his cutie mark though, A silver hemp leaf.

“Prophet Bless,” The buck told me giving me an unopened bottle of something wet. “I don’t know what happened but I found you passed out miss, just behind that door.”

“Littlepip,” I groan taking the bottle with my magic. Thank Celestia I can use it again.

When the buck gave me the bottle I noticed him blushing and his eyes were trying to keep from looking down, or keep from getting caught looking down. I remembered I was laying on my back with well, me in full view. I closed my legs and roll to my side so I wasn’t exposing myself anymore. I blushed at the strange pony buck adjusting my long tail main with my hoof to suit my new position. “You’re a police pony? You’re from a Stable are you? Stable ponies are pretty easy to recognize.”

Prophet Bless gives me a confused look. “Oh, you’re from one of the Stables?” He asks me back, "I was thinking you were a Truth Seeker or something."

Truth Seeker? “I lived in a Stable, it’s not my home anymore not for” I paused to count in my head, it just made my head hurt. “Long time.” I decided on saying. "What's a Truth Seeker?"

“Oh, It's just what we call ponies who wonder about the city even after the Overmare told us all to go down to the Stables,” Prophet Bless struggled with the description. "Things been strange, It started getting hazy, then more and more foggy. Ponies disappear at first, Then the mutilated bodies started showing up in random places. I thought it was just a rumor until it happened to me. But there are monsters in the fog. The Overmare says it’s an air filtration issue and moved everyone to the two Stables. Between the missing and dead and those who refuse to go down to the Stables our population dropped to one third at least.”

Looking around, I was in some kind of break room.  “You're Stable security?” I said to keep it from getting quite. “What are you doing out here?”

“I’m looking for a filly by the name of Cherry Emerald. Her father Mane Mason foalnaped her.” Prophet Bless told me.

“Can you take me to your Stable?” I asked.

Prophet looks me up and down. I felt… well um naked, naked without my barding. I imagined how I looked. A cute little mare in a little blue dress with long flowing hair. I turned my head to show off the scar on my neck to at least bring my badass cred up. By the look on Prophet Bless’s face it did the opposite. 

“You really should stay here,” Prophet Bless said with concern.

“Wasteland hero trumps police,” I said smugly.

Goddess, if I had my guns, barding and a mane cut,  I would be way more impressive.

“Hero you say,” Prophet Bless raises a questioning eyebrow.  My heart fluttered for Homage a moment.

“And what’s this wasteland you’re talking about?” Prophet Bless adds.

“Its Equestria after the after the megaspells fell,” I answered.

Prophet Bless glares at me. “Wait? You expect me to believe that you are not from Silent Ponyville? I mean from after the sin?”

“Believe me I find it just as confusing,” I sighed, “So where those monsters come from? Left over creatures of taint?” I asked.

“Taint?” Prophet Bless answered.

“It mutates liv-“ 

Prophet Bless stared at me blankly.

“You don’t feel itchy or anything,” I gasped.

He still looked at me.

“Okay, can you tell me about the monsters?” I continued.

“There are many different kinds. They are deformed rotten and in pain,” Prophet Bless answers, “What have you seen?”

I bit my lip, I felt nervous to do what I was about to do. “First,” I start blushing making a jester with my hooves. “Hairless bucks my size. They have slongs about this long.”

Oddly the word Pipbuck came to my mind. I decided that's what to call those things.  It made me think of that sign outside.  Also it was embarrassing showing estimated penis size to a buck. For a strange reason I didn’t want him to laugh at me and my estimation. I tried to avoid paying attention to that sort of thing. But with the way he was talking I wanted him to know without a doubt I was talking about.

“I never seen those.” Prophet Bless replied.

Damn it,

“How about the giant centaur with a huge battle saddle?” I asked.

“Never seen a centaur before,” Prophet Bless told me.

Damn it,

My body started to tremble from horrid memories. I knew I should be stronger then this but something inside me had broke. “If you seen it run,” I warned Prophet Bless, "It’s walking death.” My voice creaks from emotion. “I thought I’d see creatures of walking death before but this is nothing in comparison”

“Are you going to be okay?” Prophet Bless said concerned

“It was horrifying and surreal,” I cried, “Like a dream, no nightmare.”

“Sure you wasn’t dreaming?” Prophet Bless asks me.

“You washed me and gave me healing potions?” I snapped, “You're calling what happened to me a dream!”

“No, no, no,” The police buck motion to calm me down. I backed away from his touch. Prophet Bless gives me a sad concerned look. I knew that look, you give it to ponies that been raped and abused. I have given that look. Luna, why did he have to look so much like Homage. I wanted to hide the scar on my neck.

“Miss, Littlepip, I didn’t wash you or gave you healing potions,” Prophet Bless told me, “I simply found you outside the door unmolested and passed out.”

“Maybe it was a dream,” I sighed, “I died after all, killed by cannibal foals.”

“Those are real,” Prophet Bless told me.

Great those are real, Now my utters itched.

Prophet Bless’s pipbuck went clicky clicked as he walks over toward the door. “Dang something is still out there.” He said under his breath.

“Are you checking for radiation?” I asked.

“No, Pipbucks can detect monsters through the geiger counter,” Prophet Bless explains, “E.F.S. has been messing up. So its the only way to know their coming.”

That does explain some things, Magical radiation, maybe something like of necro spell is causing this.

The policebuck sighs, “Don’t care if you claim to be some hero I just can’t let a little mare like you just wonder about unarmed.” He takes off his chest holster with firearm inside and hoofs it to me. “Take this, it would be nice to have a unicorn guarding my back.”

I put the holster around my chest. Seeing I was comfortable with my new weapon, Prophet Bless walks over to the door.

“Ready?” He asks me.

“Let me turn this on,” I turn the geiger function of my pipleg on. It clicked like mad. Both me and Prophet Bless looked at each other as something big and red crash through the window.

The griffon creature squawked. The sound was beautiful yet soul chilling. Well it was a griffon without the lion parts. What would that be called? Hippogriff? I was unsure if those had wings. Away the thing was all red like the bird of Velvet Remedy’s cutie mark. Back legs and tail was that of a bird. The thing that was creepy it’s eyes were empty sockets with maggots and worms. I would assume the thing was a ghoul but ghoul’s arn't known for having bugs eating them. The thing's tongue hung limply out the side of its mouth.

Both Prophet Bless and me open fire. Unleashing three bullet’s each. The Hippogriff goes down but its body still moved struggling to get up. I ran up and smooshed it’s skull in. Gray goo covering my hoof. The clicking stopped. This thing was smaller then I first thought like my size. Why do things here come in my size?

“How much ammo do you have?” I asked Prophet Bless as he reloads bullets in his magazine.

“Two six capacity clips and one box of twenty four ammo,” Prophet Bless told me.

“Since we aren’t getting more ammo and guns from the dead monsters, I suggest we pick up melee weapons,” I point out.

Prophet Bless spots a fire station with an axe across the room. As he walks over to it, I find a group of lockers in a side room. I use my magic to pick the lock. I found a rug sack. I’d prefer saddlebags. I’ll upgrade when I find some. Another box of hand gun ammo, a box of shot gun shells. Two healing potions an inhaler of Dash witch I smashed with my hoof. Dash was just as bad as Party Time Ment-als. A bottle of half used green apple cologne that smelt divine. A wooden baseball bat and some hard hats. I took two hard hats. It was still better armor then I had and Prophet Bless could use one too. I also found a recording entitled “Morning Announcements”. The recording I can listen to later. There was an underground newspaper too. As I read, I hear breaking glass.
_
Is the Overmare and Stable-Tech killing us?

With the death of Blister Fist this marks the twelfth time someone has died monstrously in a Red Racer produced vehicle. Some of us good citizens of Slilent Ponyville suspect. That Red Racer Industries maybe using their own products and machines to eliminates undesirables. First it’s the rapist and murders next it’s you or I.
Next week’s article will be on the Milk Farm prison conspiracy. Where does our milk come from?
_

I went back out in the break room. I spot two maps on the wall and scan them to my pipleg. One was a map of new half of Silent Ponyville. Who hangs a map of half a city? The other was a map of the building floor. This place appeared to be a factory from the floor plan. Explains the hard hats. The name of the building was "Rarity Inspirations Fabrics, Wool and Cotton Processing."

A news paper article is post at the bottom of the maps.
_
Murderous Mare Still on the Loose After 10 years

This week marks the 10th anniversary of the mass shooting in front of Rarity Inspirations Factory and Luna’s Moon Park. The suspects described as a small mare and a giant centaur. They opened fire on a group of ponies near the west side of the part. Dr. Right Light who’s son and daughter, Rainbow Rock and Rolette Roll were violently beaten to death, Spoke today that the memorial.
The mare later broke into the Rarity Inspirations Factory and started a killing spree as her partner the centaur shot up the ponies outside with battle saddle fire.
_

Thwack! I jump, Prophet Bless cuts the Hippogriff’s head off.

“Ready to go?” He asks me with a smile.

I looked at the broken window. “This room is too hard to secure, The map say the head manager’s office is high over the work floor and has no outside windows. Base camp there and work our way out.”

“You surely do seem to have experience at this Littlepip,” Prophet Bless said smirkingly. “What’s your training?”

I blush, “I have no formal training, In the outside world there isn’t that many ponies with pipbucks. A very key advantage.”

“Oh, you were like a monster,” Prophet Bless points out, “A cute little monster.”

I blush hotter,

Prophet Bless laughs. “I knew you would look cute when flustered.

“Go, please,” I said in an angry tone. Why did he have to remind me of Homage so? And now I'm horny, Which was why I made sure to stay behind the buck.

I put in my ear bloom and kick on the recording to keep myself from looking at the not Homage ass.

This is Rarity,  I know with all that’s going on lately I’m thankful for those of you who came in today. As you know today I’m shutting down this factory. I know some of you won’t fallow the Overmare’s orders to leave this city and go down to the Stables. Some of you don’t trust her. If you can’t trust her trust me. I have set up a small living facility at the rock farm.

I know of magic that wards the evil attacking us. Yes, this is not a delusion brought on by gases. I know the truth, fallow me and be safe from the monsters and lies.

“Ahh!”

Prophet Bless suddenly stops. My face plants into his rear. I could feel something squish under my muzzle. Rather not think about what that squishy thing was. I fall back on my hunches reflexively turn on my S.A.T.S. and pulling out the hand gun.

“Bug!” Prophet Bless shouts.

“Bug?” I question with a confused look.

A radrouch the size of my hoof crawls around the policebuck. It walked up and sniffed me with it’s long antae. The thing's touch tickled.

“Its just a radrouch,” I deadpanned.

Squish!

My hoof went down, It makes a child’s cry.

Prophet Bless shutters, “It’s like a deformed child.”

I agreed that’s not a normal radrouch.

We turn the corner. Prophet Bless stops me and points at a set of bloody hoof prints.

“Shit, that’s the direction of the Manager’s Room.

“We should detour,” Prophet Bless suggests.

We turned to an office room. We kept away from the window.

“Hey, Prophet I want to mess with my um, pipleg. I swear I could hear the radio kick on once,” I tell the police buck.

“No don’t!” Prophet Bless starts to yell.

A sound goes into my earbloom, I scream out, For a moment I thought it was a Broadcaster. But I wasn’t screaming because it was attacking my brain but because it was attacking my loins. I spasmed in hard paralyzing orgasm. Not many, just one, long and painful. It stopped only when I some how took in a breath but returned to squeeze the air out of me in a painful groan. I could hear the pitter patter of my urine hitting the carpet. If this kept up I’m going to pass out.

Prophet Bless turns off the radio on my pipleg. My feet slip from under me. I fall into Homage’s chest. No, not Homage, it was Prophet. Did it matter? I was in pain, Tears rolled from my eyes. I felt violated. I weakly stood up, My nose was bleeding my head was wheezy. One of my eyes hurt and I had to close it.

“You should take a healing potion,” Prophet Bless suggests walking around my flank looking at my rear. “You popped a few blood vessels.”

I weakly tried to cover myself with my tail but I was too sensitive. I winced in pain as I tried. All I could do was blush. Blood and other body fluids were running down my legs. I’ll need to clean up. The smell of the air made me embarrassed and sick.  My head got woozy again and I blacked out for a moment. Then I was in Homage’s arms again. I still needed a few moments.

“What was that? Some kind of Broadcaster?” I asked as I downed a health potion.

“Broadcaster?” Prophet Bless questioned.

“A radio mutated by this pink mist, normally it skull fucks you not fucks fuck you,” I explained.

“I think it’s the same thing,” Prophet Bless said unsurely, “Pinkie Pie called it her fun time music. Started using them after her face melted off. She has them playing in all her Spritbots.”

Great, roaming orgasm machines, Wait?

“Pinkie Pie?” I asked shocked, “You mean thee Pinkie Pie of the Ministry Mare’s.”

“Ministry?” Prophet Bless didn’t seem to know what I was talking about.

“Pink pony with ballo-“

“Yes, that’s Pinkie Pie,” Prophet Bless interrupted.

“But she’s dead,” Then a thought a occurred to me. “Heck, I just heard Rarity’s voice and she seemed to still be around.”

“Pinkie Pie has been around forever. I think they are immortal for some reason. Pinkie Pie was normal once. She was driven mad by the constant  tragedy in her life. Once the city started changing.  She changed for the worst, “Prophet Bless explained, “Some say Silent Ponyville declared her a bad pony, but Silent Ponyville seems to have declared us all bad ponies. Nature of the place has changed.”

“Thanks,” I blushed again, I have been doing that a lot lately, “I’m feeling better,” I motioned my head for the restroom. "I have to clean up.”

Prophet Bless nods his head in understanding.

I found magic bandages in the med kit on the wall.  After I cleaned my legs and tail the best I could. I sprayed myself with the apple cologne.

I hacked into the vending machine outside the restroom to replenish my liquids.

“Prophet Bless?” I asked curiously as I drank. “I thought I heard the radio playing? So, that does mean there are stations that doesn’t do that- um thing?”

“Most channels are corrupted,” Prophet Bless answers, “There is DJ Pon3.”

“Of course there’s always a DJ Pon3.” I remarked.

Prophet Bless gives me a funny look.

“Frequency?” I ask.

“Oh, 1.20,” Prophet Bless answers.

The depressing song with cheerful lyrics ended.

“Hello ponies of Silent Ponyville,” Pon3’s voice calls out, “Oh who em I kidding one pony is listing to me now, Lets update the little cutie with some news. First off Pinkie Pie is watching you. But that’s nothing new. Mane Mason was spotted near the Alchemilla Hospital. You should stay out of that business Littlepip if you know what’s good for yeah. Up ahead Loyalty is gunning for you and is near. If you are going to take down Generosity do it quickly. Goddess bless Littlepip, for you damned us all. PS, three.”

My soul ached, I was pretty sure this wasn’t my Homage. It was hard not to hear it as her voice. She blamed me for something bad I did and it hurt. Also she seemed to be leading me on some kind of mission. To keep my mind off these dark thoughts I decided to hook up my Pipleg to one of the computer terminals.

“What are you doing,” Prophet Bless asks me.

“I’m trying to find information,” I told him.

“I don’t think looking up Miss Daisy’s browsing history will help you any,” Prophet Bless remarks.

“I’m in,” I cheered. Suddenly I scream. The terminal turns indigo. The pipbuck parts of my pipleg burned in pain. Streaks of purple slowly goes up my forleg itching as it moved then going numb. “No, Luna, Celestia no! Not my leg!” My head blurs. I yank myself free. The feeling goes back into my leg. It hurt, like my clit being stung by insects a thousand times over. Another healing potion down.

“That wasn’t normal,” Prophet Bless remarks.

“What the fuck was that!” I shouted angryly, “That was designed to attack somepony with a pipbuck fused with their biology. You know how rare that is?”

Prophet Bless shrugs. “Maybe you should stop sticking your mussel into things?” He suggests.

“These ponies need their story told,” I told the buck as I looked at the screen of my pipleg. “If it’s just me it worth it and at least I got the info I was looking for.”
_
As ordered by the Overmare the city shutdown has started. The moving of all projects to the two Stables . Apple Bloom will be in charge of running Stable Alpha. As the Overmare will take power of Stable Omega. Well I’m sad I’ll be losing my job things have been depressing lately. 80% of the factory’s worker’s have disappeared. Well the full number of gone around Silent Ponyville remains unknown since the official numbers are unreleased by the Overmare. Ponies are insisting that the ponies who disappeared are sinners. But my husband was not a bad pony. Anyway I was getting the last shipment for Rarity ready. Yes, she seem to have recovered from that accident with her eye and back working. Good for the old gal.

Listening Navi
_

Ransacking did get me another healing potion and a box of ammo with half the bullets.  A strange flat paper “F” was sitting on a desk. Note next to it.“”F” is for foot”

“Are you done?” Prophet Bless asks ready to go for a while.

“Yeah,” I sighed.

We stepped out of the room. A thunk came from a different hallway of the one with the bloody hoof prints. Me and Prophet Bless nod at each other and walked over toward the noise.

The lights were out down the hallway and it was getting dark. Prophet Bless turns on his light in his vest pocket. It hits a shiny manikin mare. I thought it was a little cute and found myself looking at its butt. Prophet Bless gave me a look as he caught me checking the thing out. I blushed and looked away from him.

We noticed that the thing made our pipbucks click. Suddenly the manikin twitches. We both step back. The manikin mare rears up on its hindlegs. It’s forelegs snap around and it walks backwards stumblely. The thing lunges at Prophet Bless hitting him with its hooves. I shoot the thing in the head using S.A.T.S. The bullet holes in the head didn’t affect the thing. I fire three more times, two in the shoulder, one in the neck. Each shot leaking blood. Prophet Bless hits the manikin in the hip with his axe. It falls to one knee. A gun shot on the chest knocks the thing to the ground. I rushed over and smash the thing’s skull like a melon with my hoof. The clicking stops.

“Are you okay?” I ask Prophet Bless as he wipes the blood from his eye brow.

“Yes,” He replied.

“These monsters seem to need to have most of their brains blown away to stop them,” I point out.

The door in front of us clicked. It opens as we turned to look. Many manikins stubbles out. Both me and Bless take out a few manikin legs slowing down the rest of the group. We run down the hall.

A light appears on my E.F.S. I turn to see Calamity? I’m sure it was him. But he was wearing Autumn Leaf’s armor? But that was vaporized by the might of a space weapon. Then I noticed the battle saddle.

I pulled down Prophet Bless as the battle saddle charged and fired. Bullets rush over head. They stopped and I looked up again.

The battle saddle recharged, I noticed blood running down from under the mask of the pony. The wound I made when I murdered Autumn Leaf. Before I could ponder this more we had to take cover from the next wave of fire by running down the hallway.

The manikins walked into the line of fire splattering in dark blood. They were drawn by the noise walking slowly toward the bleeding Calamity.

We reached the Manager’s Room at the end of the hall. The door was locked but not for long. The room was covered in bloody cotton. A figure lay slumped in a office chair. It looked like a white marshmallow pony. I turned the chair around to see a disemboweled giant life sized plush Rarity. Blood guts and cotton hung out of the hold in it’s stomach. I felt a little sick, the feeling wasn’t as bad as it once would have been. I noted that one of the hooves was made from glass. It made me think of Rarity’s skeleton I seen back in Canterlot. It was fused with the glass of the window.

There was a purple earring on the floor. I picked it up with my horn magic. As I put it in my rug sack. Rarity gasps inhaling a breath. Both Prophet Bless and I aim our guns at the thing.

“Help me,” Rarity moaned weakly moving her head.

My Goddesses she had one robotic eye. The same eye as Redeye I thought to myself. Generosity and corrupted Generosity fused into one. I instantly went to the Calamity in Autumn Leaf’s armor. Corrupted Loyalty? Why him and not Rainbow Dash. Why Rarity and not-

We hear a click from behind the door. I look at the window that looked out over the factory floor. I grab Rarity in my telekinetic magic and dashed for that window. I hit it with a thunk bouncing off. Bullets cut through the door. Prophet Bless had went for cover in the corner of the room. But the bullets sliced into mine and Rarity’s bodies. The glass behind us shatter. As corrupted Loyalty walks into the room. I weakly fall out of the windowsill taking Rarity with me. This was a good plan once. Before the window didn’t break, before I was too injured to cover myself with my own magic.

I hit the concrete floor with a bloody splat. I could see Prophet Bless flying away. Loyalty looks down at me and aims.

“Come and help mommy!” Rarity shouts.

Manikins surround us. They pick us up as bullets fly down on them. I could see bodies splatter as they were cut down. More bullets hit me. They didn't hurt anymore, I finally pass out.
_
FOOT NOTE:

ERROR: “Level Up,” function does not work in Silent Ponyville due to the nature of the place.

Alternate Ending triggered if Littlepip killed Rarity.

Littlepip tries to drag her bloody and broken body across the factory floor a red glow was in her eyes. Soon her breathing stops. The red glow floats out from her eyes.

Prophet Bless avoids the mist as it dissipates into the air. He lands next to Littlepip checking her pulse.

“Calamity! She’s Dead!” He shouts to the masked pegasus who looked down from the Manager’s Room.

Calamity flies down next to Prophet Bless and removes his helmet. “Rarity didn’t make it,” He told him.

Calamity lovingly embraces Littlepip’s body.

“You knew her right?” Prophet Bless asks. “

“Yes,” Calamity answers.

“Poor girl, brainwashed victim of Zebra infiltration,” Prophet Bless said sadly.

Tears fell from Calamity. “Those bastards been hitting random ponies and using Zebra magic on them to make them do terrorist attacks,  A small mare like her, they must have seen an easy victim.”

“Sorry, you had to put her down,” Prophet Bless consoles Calamity.

Calamity hug the dead body tighter.
> Chapter 2: Fire in the Robin’s Blood
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh.
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“No, please don’t! get that thing out of me!” A mare’s voice cries.

I was in so much pain I felt oddly numb,

“Stop struggling dear the needle is going to come out,” A creepy mare’s voice replied. She sounded familiar, it was surreal.

“Get it out! Get it out!” The first mare begs.

“Now, Pipsqueak here has lost a lot of blood and we need yours to save her.”

“No, Untied me please,”

Jungle Jangle, Snap!

“Oh, look at what you did you naughty girl, Well it’s not like you need to be alive to give blood.”

“No! wait! I’ll be good!”

Thwack! Thud,

I open my eyes, in my blurry vision I could see a tube in my arm. New pain shoots up my body as something digs in my wounds. I had lost consciousness and was unsure how much time passed. I could see a mare standing over me using unicorn magic to plunge pliers into my bullet wounds. Goddess, I at least could pull them out with my magic alone. This was a small mare in a blood stained lab coat. Above her were hanging meat hooks dripping with blood. The Mare had a charcoal feather colored coat like Velvet Remedy’s mane. Oddly this mare’s mane was the color of Velvet’s pelt and had her red and gold streaks. Reverse Velvet? Oh don’t tell me, Corrupted Kindness.

“Good, I see you are already responding well to my treatment,” The mare looked like me of course, “Sorry about the pain dear, I just don’t believe in pain killers you know those can be addictive? Giving your predication to addiction I think you should thank me.”

The mare licked her lips and touched in a place with the tip of her hoof that would normally make me react loudly in some form or another. I was in too much pain to fully registered what she did. I open my mouth to try to say something.

“Don’t speak, You’re not fun like this,” The other me pouts, “I took the last of the bullets out. At least I think I did. It really doesn’t matter any bullets left is just a scalpel cut away.”

The other me injects something in my IV bag. I got a look at her cutie mark. It was three tablets of Party Time Ment-als. Great,

“I suppose you don’t know what to call me?” The other me said off handedly, “Dr. Pip if you please and if you're wondering about Redity Eye, I fixed her up first. You were fine as long as I kept pumping blood in you. Te he he, Anyway you’d be in for a shock next time you see her. If you see her, mean time, I’ll go ask a nurse to keep you company.”

I passed out again,

>

I was awoken by a gentle hoof touching my cheek. I was still strapped down. The room lost its hellish hell look. It was a normal room now.

A yellow earth mare in a pink nurse’s outfit was touching me. Her mane was orange and yellow and was pretty cute. The cutie mark was of a wood deck with half a sun behind it.

There seemed to be another mare on the bed next to me. It took me a moment to realized she was dead. In horror I looked at the blood bag connected to the IV in my arm. I felt dirty from the inside and was angry.

“Let me go and get that damn thing out of m-”  I was about to finish then remembered how the other mare died.

“Here eat this,” The yellow mare gave me a bowl full of tiny white water lily flowers.

"What?" I was confused.

"I'm giving you food, your body needs energy after the stress it's been put under," the mare told me.

“Why am I strapped down?” I snapped.

“Littlepip, is it? I’m Sunset View” she gives me a smile. She was cute, “Things have gone horrible outside this building. When you can here you were violent and unaware of your actions.”

“Rarity,” I answered.

“Yes, she recovered and left,” Sunset View told me.

I gave her a look of, “how”?

Sunset View gives an uncomfortable look back. “Rarity has powers, and they allowed her to do things, The Doctor to do things to her.” Sunset View looked me in the eyes. “Please eat,”

“Could you untie me first?” I blushed.

Sunset View unstraps my limbs and I stick my mussel into the bowl of flowers. They had a bitter sweet dandelion taste to them.  My head started feeling light.  My blood!

“That mare! You murdered her!” My head was starting to feel as slow as a rock.

“The mare next to you?” Sunset View replied, “She died naturally.”

“The blood?” I asked.

Sunset View blushed, “We are low on organic supplies, we drain the blood out of the dead and process it for later. Things are bad out there, really bad. We of the Order of Peace try our best to make things better.”

“Order of Peace? You mean like the Ministry of Peace?”

“We haven’t been that since,” Sunset View pauses to think. “We came to Silent Ponyville.”

“Can I take a walk around? I think I need some air?” I asked sitting up and rubbing my forehead.

“Yes, But you can’t go outside. Let me call another nurse,” Sunset View pushes a button. “Minty Love could you come to this room?”

A gray cyan coated unicorn mare with an aqua and white mane walks into the room. She had two hearts on her flank, One gray green, the other white. Her butt was skinnier her then Sunset View’s I might add, She looked even better in the nurse’s uniform too.

“Minty, Take the young lady for a walk around the complex and if she’s hungry take her to the mess hall,” Sunset View orders.

As we walked, my legs felt light and my vision was a little cloudy. I felt good and loopy enough not to care.

We walked out into the hall. As Minty Love takes me down a corridor, I noticed that she was making my pipleg click click as if she was a monster. I turned it off so that she wouldn’t notice. We pass two nurses along way too wrapped up in conversation to notice us. Me being me, I look at their rears. I cringed to see one of them had a tentacle that slithered out of her cunt.

I thought of the things I saw in the hospital at Old Olneigh and the image of mares with broken hip bones came smashing into my brain. Watching the slimly thing slide out of the mare’s hole made my skin crawl. My tail pressed against my slit like a vice. The mare’s stretched open more as two more tentacles emerge out of her. I mentally ached at the sight imagining of emphatic pain in my privet area. I looked away.

“Something’s wrong,” Minty Love asks.

I quickly glance at the mare again, Her cunt was normal. Minty Love gives me a weird look.

“Its good that the Doctor helped Rarity,” One of the mares remarks.

“Is it true what I heard about her taking up gun manufacturing?” The other mare replied.

“Well before now, Only Stable Tech control their manufacture.”

“Hey, Waltz close your tail, you’re freaking out the lady,” Minty Love tells one of the mares.

“No, I’m fine I’m just getting a migraine, “I lied.

“Want to rest?” Minty Love asks.

“No, lets keep going,” I told her.

“I think I seen that mare somewhere before” I heard Waltz say as we got out of ear shot.

I take a look out of one of the windows. I was looking down out at the front of the hospital. I could see Dr. Pip talking to a pony in armor. What? that was the Corrupted Loyalty pony.

“Who is that talking to Dr. Pip?” I asked Minty Love innocently.

“The stallion in the armor?” Minty Love looks out the window, “He’s called Dashite.”

“He’s the one who hurt me,” I pointed out, “Is Dr. Pip giving me to him?”

“Not if he’s going to kill you,” Minty Love shakes her head, “Dr. Pip wants you alive, she thinks you dying would be very bad for her.”

“So, why would this Dashite want to kill me?” I asked.

“Not sure, Maybe the Overmare asked him to, or he wants you dead for some reason. I know the Doctor wants you to live.” Minty Love told me. “Dashite will sacrifice himself for the city, Being on his bad side isn’t a good thing.”

“So, the Overmare is my enemy?” I questioned.

“I think we would know if the Overmare wants you dead,” Minty Love answers.

We started walking again, “Are you guys with the Stables then?” I continued my questioning.

“We are our own thing with support of the Overmare,” Minty Love told me, “We are able to live in the city because we have spells and wards that protect us from the monsters.”

“How-“

My legs begin to tremble as I heard the tone of the Spritebot. It wasn’t close enough to send me into violent spasms. But I did have a tingling in my loins that made me feel like I would cum if I moved. My heart raced, my head cleared a little.

Minty Love looks at me funny, “Is there something wrong with you.”

“The sound don’t you feel it?” I grunted.

Minty Love paused to listen, It took her a few moments to understand. She shuts the open window. My body relaxes.

“That didn’t affect you?” I asked.

“I guess so,” Minty Love said unsurely, “I think the parasite nulls its power, Might have to do with the mind control.”

I shook my head clear,

“Are you okay,” Minty Love asks.

“Could have been worst,” I remarked holding my hoof up and hiding my look at my pipleg. It said I had some toxin in my system called PTV. From my health log it happened when I ate the flowers. I made a mental note not to eat anymore flowers offered by these ponies. Whatever it was I think it was making me hallucinate and complacent.

I found myself being led down a stair case. Over the stair case hung a portrait of a yellow and pink pony. For a moment I thought she was Fluttershy but with a butchy mane cut. But she looked more like Ranbow Dash. Then again pony face types don’t very much. A display case was below the 

“That is Lady Alchemilla,” Minty Love explains, “She’s the founder of Alchemilla Hospital.”

I walked over to the display case. A news paper article was inside.
_
Alchemilla Sent to the Farm

Today Lady Alchemilla was sentenced to the Milk Farm Prison. She is the first pony who has been sent there since the Luna Assassination Trials.
As you may know Lady Alchemilla was convicted for murder last week for assisting the suicide of 47 immortals. Being an immortal herself Alchemilla was sentence for 25 years on each count of murder adding up to an over 1000 year sentence.
Protesters stood outside of the court house, Half of them were protesting the conviction of Alchemilla. The other half were protesting the use of Milk Farm Prison Facility as a slave labor camp. The prison established after the Animal Farm revolt and now its own sovereign entity. The treaty between Silent Ponyville and Milk Farm to split labor between the lower Artiodactyla and the Pony races.
_

Minty Love finally leads me to the mess hall. There were at least a two dozen nurse ponies standing in line there. She sits me down first and walks in line to get me food. Next to me was an emo looking gold and bronze nurse mare by the name of Amber. Minty Love came back with another bowl of white flowers. I pretended to eat them. Amber had a bowl of jello witch I engaged in conversation about. She told me the jello was made from soy and not animal bone by the way.

As we talked more nurses sat down with plates of food. First I heard a slurp, I perk my head up to see tentacles slithering out from the nurse mares rears. The tentacles would grab the food and pull it back into their marehoods. I felt nauseous at the sight and looked down at the table.

“Littlepip? Are you okay?” Minty Love asks me.

I pulled my head up, Everything was back to normal and nurses were standing up to leave.

“Littlepip?” Minty Love asks again with more concern.

I replied with the first thing to pop in my mind, “Can you show me the body?”

“What body?” Minty Love replied.

I showed her the small wound in my wrist.

We went downstairs to the basement. There were many bloody gurneys and flies flying around. My stomach turned.

“Her name was Robinfire,” Minty Love reads from the hoof tag.

“I would think a hospital would be cleaner,” I complained holding my nose.

Minty love looks around. “Doesn’t look anymore dirty than anywhere else.”

“What you don’t see the blood and the maggots,” I snapped, “I thought you were good ponies that treated the dead decently.”

“Miss, I think you should go back to your room for a fallow up examination,” Minty Love tries to lead me away.

A Radrouch crawls out of one of the bodies. Tentacles fly out from behind Minty Love. They grab the beast and violently pulled it in. I could hear the thing scream and snap as it was dragged into her. I stumble back and tripped catching my horn on Robinfire’s sheet as I fell. Her chest was completely ripped open most of her organs removed. Tiny fruit flies swarm out of the cavity.

“Littlepip calm down!” Minty Love shouts, “No one is going to hurt you!”

I looked up at the dull green pony. She gave me a sad look and was holding her chest, blood drips from under her wound as if she was stabbed. I could feel wet on my horn. When did I do that?

The fruit flies ignite making a growing ball of flame. The sound of sirens split into my head. I push past the green unicorn as the flame rushes behind me. I duck into a nearby restroom. Oh, god the smell, I slip on the shit covered floor knocking a stall door open with my hoof.

“Do you mine?”  A mare pissing into a rusty toilet snaps.

“Grab her!” Minty Love shouts.

The mare jumps off the toilet and tries to hold me down. The lid of the toilet falls down revealing the helmet of a rusty bull. The siren sound grew louder. A hand grabs me from under the shit on the floor. It starts pulling me under. 

Things went dark I felt myself fall. I splashed in something the tasted like copper. I found something floating I could grab. Lighting my pipleg so I could see what I was standing on. It was a rubber tire. My coat and mane was stained with blood. Sheets of wet leather hung off the ceiling.

“Well, this must be otherworld again,” I remark out loud. I heard the growling of feral animals. The sound made my utters itch. A rainbow of glowing pony eyes blinked at me from the darkness. This made them really creepy. They were too equine, too unique. Why couldn’t these monsters look uniformly?

“Mommy,”

“Milk,”

My skin crawled. I shined the spot light of my pipleg in the darkness. The Charfoals cry and hide from the light. Trying to dock would be a death sentence. Again, my magic didn’t seem to work in this hell world so I had to move the tire by kicking the bloody water with my hind hoof. It was hard to steer myself at first but I started to get the hang of it. The tire drifted forward. As it drifted the glowing colorful eyes fallowed me. But they stayed many feet behind making the area a head seem darker. The longer I drifted the farther they stayed behind but I could still tell they were fallowing.

The Charfoal’s growls faded. I could now hear soft moans above me. I looked up to see eyeless, pony like creatures bound in hairless hide. Their hooves were fused to their crotches but moved up and down under their skin. Tattered bat wings emerged from their backs. I noticed they were also humping each other in mock sex. Bile rain down on me as they heaved out the rotting contents of their stomachs. Some of the disgusting crap plops on me. It made my coat itch.

Cumth, cumth,

A record phonograph voice starts playing.

“I Watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard her say in a voice like Thunder, “Come a and see!” I looked and there before me was a white horse! It held a bow and she was giving a crown and she rode out bent and conquest.”

My make shift raft hits some hard grating and stops.

“When the Lamb opened the second seal I heard the second living creature say, “Come and see!” Then another horse came out, A fiery red one. It was given the power to take peace from the earth and make mares slay each other. To her was given a large sword.”

My hoof squooshed on something organic and slimly. Light peered down a stair case from a half cracked door.

“When the lamb opened the third seal I heard the third living creature say “Come and see!” I looked and there before me was black horse! It was holding a pair of scales in it’s mouth. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures say, “I quart of wheat for a day’s wages and three quart of barley for a day’s wages and do not damage the oil and the wine!””

I walk up the stairs, my hooves making a cling sound with each step.

“When the Lamb opened the fourth seal I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, “Come and see!” I looked and there before me was a pale horse!”

The Sound skips, “Pale horse! pale horse! pale horse! pale horse!”

I pushed open the door with a hoof. It felt like a wall of water hitting me. I found myself consumed by light. The filth and bile peeled off my mane and coat.

I was in an office now. From the name plate it belonged to somepony named Dragon Scribe. I turned off the spinning phonograph. I found a lever action shotgun strapped under the desk. I was still unable to remove the thing with my magic so I grabbed it with my teeth. Opening the drawer I find four full boxes of ammo. I stuck everything in a nearby set of saddle bags. In side the saddle bags I found a picture book with a big paper “P” Words “P for Picture” written in the book. I then moved to searching the documents on the desk.
_
Patient No.5

Patient No.5 is the most dangerous patient in this facility. She suffers from Raider’s disease. A bacterial brain disease that she contracted from her mother. Patient No.5’s mother was gunned down by police after a violent rampage. When Patient No.5 was shown to have violent tendencies she was sent to a children’s mental facility for treatment. After she was old enough Patient No.5 was sent to Alchemilla.
I’m writing this report because we just made progress to Patient No.5’s mental psychosis. We thought she was beyond all help when she fell into the catatonic state a few years back. Before she fell into this state Patient No.5 believed that she was living a content life in a place called Stable 2 and everything outside this Stable 2 was a wasteland. Using hypnosis therapy, I broke her Stable 2 barrier and sent her mind on a journey into her wasteland. Progress was doing well until she sacrificed herself mentally.
The other day Patient No.5 broke her catatonic state. From her ramblings, Patient No.5 thinks she’s in some place called Silent Ponyville. This morning with hypnosis therapy I brought her to Alchemilla. She’s fully interacting with patients, but for the moment she’s under the impression this is a medical hospital and not a mental one.
_

After reading my head hurt, it seemed this was talking about me. Was it my life? But this can’t be true can it? Is everything a dream? Everything a lie? I needed to clear my thoughts.

I opened the door, The smell of soot filled my nose.

Blam!

The rotting mare in a nurse’s outfit was hit by my gun fire. The side of her face splatters. It looked like hitting a thick sausage. Violence, good that should clear my mind. Blood floats out of the nurse’s wounds making globule orbs as if unaffected by gravity. Small drops hit my coat. They spark in flames singing me with fire and snipping my flesh.

It looked like a fire has rage through Alchemilla covering everything in black suit. The structure seemed unaffected for the most part.

I backed off, The hallway was full of floating blood and more rot nurses. The gravityless blood didn’t ignite at their touch.

“Happy for death and violence? No better than a Raider,” The pony in my head snaps.

“I’m not a raider!” I shouted at my little pony. I spin the lever action shotgun around my hoof ejecting the spent shells and firing upon the nurses then muttered, “I worked through that issue a long time ago.” I ejected another spent shell.

“Oh, issue’s are never over, just waiting to return,” That was my little pony’s voice but that didn't come from my head. It was spoken by a mare standing behind me. I turn to see nothing.

A rusty knife plunged into my chest. The iron oxide stung like hell. I turn back to see a rotting nurse gleaming at me with her rotting smile. Before I could fire the gun using the mouth trigger. The nurse pukes up blood. It hits me in the face igniting in flame. I fired the shotgun. Blood sprays across my body. Holy setting sun fucks of Celestia! The blood sets my flesh on fire. The nurses I have shot earlier starts to rise and I remembered to shoot them in the head.

I ducked in the reception office. After pulling the knife out, the wound spurts in a puff of flame. My own fucking blood catches on fire. My wound cauterized it's self. The vision in one of my eyes was fuzzy and a third cloudy. I had to rap my eye in a healing bandage before taking a healing potion. Velvet Remedy told me if I had a damage eyeball to make sure that it’s kept dark well using a healing potion. I take said potion, the rust in my wound made the healing magic sting badly.

Taking a breath, I spot a paper on the notice board.
_
All nurses must complete their tasks before moving on to the next room on their schedule. Take one roster list and do the rooms on you round.

Sign, Dragon Scribe,
_

One of the papers on the bread was marked “Littlepip.”
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Littlepip, your rounds today are, 201, 301, 305.
_

I spot a another note on the front desk,
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Red, red, every were red. I can’t stand looking at all the blood. I heard somewhere that horses originally not suppose to see red. We ponies are different mother said. I wish I couldn’t see red. I do not wish to see red anymore.
I wonder if it will hurt?
_

Stepping back out, I look down the hallway with floating blobs of blood. This was going to hurt. I sighed and ran for the stairs.

On the second floor I ducked into room 201. The door locks behind me. I could hear a buzzing sound and what could be feminine moans. I turn to see a pristine patient’s room. Only the area by the door was burned. An electronic device on wheels was next to the bed. Some kind of long smooth white rod was setting on the lower middle half of the bed with a cord plugged into the device.  I felt really icky when I realized the thing was a running vibrator. The damn thing was wet too and the area of the bed under it was soaking. Made the air thick with the smell of female fluids.

I twist the dial on the control half of the device. The vibrating grows louder and I could hear a mare moaning more loudly. I felt dirty so I turned it down.

Patient Chart was attached to the end of the bed.
_
Name: Amber
Sex: Mare
Type: Earth
Cutie Mark: Mosquito
Mane: Bronze
Coat: Gold
Prognosis: Manic Depression, Self inflected wounds on inner thigh.
Treatment: Sexual Stimulation Therapy until release.
_
On the shelf was a piece of paper from an old medical book.
_
Hysteria: Somepony in a state of manic emotional stress. severe states of hysteria may lead to a delusional, paranoia and, or even hallucinogenic state. Dreams leading into nightmares. Suffers may go into states of rage. A history of drug use can cause hysteria as well.
The word hysteria translated into Equestrian means “uterus” This thought came from the idea that mares are more sexual then stallions and there for suffered from a more stress when not sexually released.
Many of our history’s philosophers have pointed out the greater sexual prowess of mares when compared to stallions. Disorders like intrusive arousal syndromes and sex addiction are more common amongst mares.
_

Hysteria yeah, that's what happening to me. This is just brought on by stress and past drug use. I do seem to be horny a lot. As for the statement about sexual prowess, I did say I was horny?

I tried to unlock the door. Hard to do without my magic and it felt weird, the expression of tossing a hotdog down a hallway came to mind. I sighed and walked over to the vibration device remembering the note in the reception office about completing tasks. I start playing with the dial turning it up and down depending on the screams and moans I heard coming from the bed. The bed starts to jump and creek as some invisible mare starts pulling on the posts and bindings. The spot in the middle of the bed gets wetter and wetter. Then gives one final moan of relief. A pool of blood forms on the bed.

My Pipleg dings and it receives a message, Nothing better to do I opened it.

“Amber, Amber, Amber, Even after your progress in your therapy you still want to hurt yourself,” a mare’s voice say.

“Why should you care Miss Scribe,”

“You been cutting yourself for years, tell me, have any your lover seen you scars?”

“I don’t like sex in that position. Again, why should you care?”

“We ponies should all care for each other.”

“That’s a load coming from you.”

“True that I’m self severing, but I care in my own way.”

“Really?”

“How about I offer you a job then?”

Message cuts off,

I smelled the scent of smoke in the air. The blood spot on the bed catches on fire. Flames rip around the walls of the room. Then just as quickly went out. It looked like the rest of the hospital now. The lock on the door clicks open.

I stepped out to see a flaming pony charging at me covered in blue fire. My first reaction was some curse words and to jump into the stair way. I ran up, The flaming pony burst through the door and fallows me at top speed. I reached the third floor door and jumped through. I held the door shut with my body as the creature pound against it. It's heat bleeding through the door. After a few moments the pounding went way.

Looking around I could see nurses surrounding me. Luckily room 301 was nearby.

This room was white and untouched just like the last one was when I first walked in. There was another bed with an IV drip hanging off the side. Looking at the bag, It was almost empty. I realized it was detox drugs. A small metal rack had many other drugs in viles on it. Great another puzzle.

I spotted another piece of old text book on the shelf.
_
Battling drug and alcohol addiction is a hard thing to do for any pony. When doing so it’s best to keep in mind a lot of these addicts may also have or develop a sexual addiction as well. Addicts of drugs and alcohol may use masturbation and sexual encounters with other ponies as a crutch with trying to stop using or as addition of using. This should be kept in mind when seeking sexual encounters. The addict may develop an unhealthy emotional attachment to their lover. This may even lead the addict into an abusive relationship that hurts themselves or their partner.
_

I was feeling angry and oddly ashamed of myself. This struck a chord with me and put thoughts in my head I never conceived of before. I didn’t like them. What Homage and I have is not some perversion.

“Your mommy’s little girl Littlepip,” The Little pony in my head said with venom.

I have caused Homage pain. But that’s what happens when you are in a relationship.

“What is this relationship? You give a lonely sad mare companionship she gives you head?” The voice mocked.

I ignored it and moved to the bed chart.
_
Name: Toxic “Minty” Love
Sex: Mare
Type: Unicorn
Cutie Mark: Hearts, green and greenish white
Mane: Light Green and White 
Coat: Bubblegum Mint
Prognosis: Traumatic withdraw due to history of heavy drug use.
Treatment: Extreme sedation and detox drugs.
_

Okay, I looked at the drugs on the rack. I have been through detox before and I knew I might have to detox myself or some other pony someday. So, I took note of the drugs used for detoxing and placed them in my Pipleg. Not that I needed it for this. Each vile had instructions for dosing on it. I measured one out, hard without my magic helping, into a syringe. I injected it into the port of the IV. A moment later I felt funny, I knew the feeling of the detox drugs. I didn’t know why I was feeling them. Maybe empathy? I measured out the sedative and administered it to the IV bag. A moment later my head felt light. My pipleg ding as it got a new message. I tapped it open. I could see the room start to turn black and smell the ash as I passed out.

I woke in a sweat, no this wasn’t me. When did I find a memory orb? My heart jumped when I realized another pony was laying around the lower half of the pony I was riding. The buck's warm member drooped over her inner thigh. She was still feeling the afterglow of sex. I was more focused on the stickiness and wanting to ignore it. This whole thing felt so wrong.

A door opens blinding both of the ponies. Two bucks in nursing uniforms came in and grabs the ponies. My host was feeling pain in her hip as she was pulled to her feet. Must have been some good sex.

“Watch out they have been using Med X! It's lying on the floor!” One of the bucks shouts as they pull my host and her buck friend out of the small room.

My host was taken to the shower room. She screamed and kicked in protest as two more bucks came in to hold her down. Her leg burn more and more in pain as she kicked and moved. I quickly realized this was an old hip injury and not something caused by ruff sex.

I feel my host's tail go up. My goddess are they going to rape her? I myself was starting to feel rage. I jumped when the hard stream of water shot into the mare. What the? I was confused for a moment. Then I realized they were cleaning her up.

They didn’t have to be so rough with her marebits. I complained in my head feeling my dignity hurt a little as a gray pegasus walks into the room.

“Dragon Scribe,” I host looked up at the pegasus mare eye’s blurry from tears.

“Miss, We found track marks on her cunt,” One of the bucks told the pegasus.

What? Ew, I cringed at the thought.
Dragon Scribe kneels to talk to my host face to face, “You really can't cope with the pain can you?”

“I have a bullet lodged in my hip,” My host snaps.

“Excuses Toxic,” Dragon Scribe said coldly, “It was your pain why you wouldn’t let your fiance make love to you. So you turn to drugs to have your sex life back, and it’s the drugs that pushed your fiance away.

“I don’t need to be reminded of my sins.” Minty Love snaps.

A tentacle comes out from behind Dragon Scribe. She presents it to Minty Love. “I can make it all go away, your pain your memories. You just need to accept Luna’s life into your womb.”

When I got out my trance I found myself in the room I first work up in at Alchemilla. There were two burnt and rioting beds. One had just a note, the other had a little figurine and a note. I read the single note first.
_
Many cultures in the world believe bodies have more than one soul. Many eastern religions say at least two. There’s a soul for the body and a soul for the mind. In Zebra culture this concept is deeply rooted in their necromancy magic. They have this concept of these things called Little and Big Angels. Soon after a pony dies their mind, their Little Angel passes to the afterlife. Few days after that, their body’s soul the Big Angel should pass. A Zebra can make the big angel go back into the body of the dead pony turning them into a zombie under the spell caster’s control.

Dr. Pip,
_

I walked over to the other bed. The figurine was of a pony angel. The pony was orange unicorn with gold wings and halo. As for the note it was a patient chart
_
Name: Robinfire
Sex: Mare
Type: Uncorn
Cutie mark: Firebird and fire ring
Mane: Gold, Bronze and Red Copper
Coat: Orange
Prognosis: Death by blunt interment to the horn.
Treatment: Take the lab on the second floor.
_

A flashing pink light gets my attention. In the corner of the room was some kind of firefly the size of a radrouch. It’s bright lights deered me for a moment. A shrieking flaming pony side swipes me. My body is racked with pain. My shot gun was mounted on the shoulder on the other side of my head. This meant, I couldn’t get a good shot at it at first. As the thing ravages me I drop the gun letting the thing dangle in its hoof guard. With my other hoof I hit the mouth trigger. I hit the blue fire pony in the shoulder blowing it’s leg away. Mistake! The thing's burning body falls on me. I loosely aim again and blow it’s he off. The flames go out. My body hasn’t been burned so badly since I was hit by opal’s dragon breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the firefly land next to me. It suddenly sticks a needle in my arm. I yelp in pain then smacked the thing with my free hoof. It backs off, blood spurts from my arm puffing into fire. My head feels light and I bring up two health potions. I take them quickly before the thing could attack again.

The firefly’s rump broke like a bottle. Pink metallic glitter mixed with my blood spill out on the floor.

“Hell Mare!” The foal shrieks forming a head out of the blood.

Legs crawl out of the blood pool. I was in a moment of shock. Snapping out of said shock, I blow the things head off. My utters itched at the sight of the creature and I scratched myself.

Getting up, I walk out the door.

Blam! Blam!

Two more nurses go down. I crushed a skull with a hoof. It was softer in a normal pony's skull.

A flaming pony charges at me.

Blam!

I hear a scream from behind one of the doors. Being the hero that I was, I bust the door open.

What was seen cannot be unseen. A pony was strapped to some kind of hanging cage contraption. All I could see was her legs up into the air being pulled open by straps and clamps. Blood trickled from between her thighs and down into her tail. Anger filled with in me. I wished my first thought was true. I wished she was raped. My eye widened as I looked at the dead and bloody fetus laying in the bowl on the nearby table. I fought the urge to turn and run out of the room. I had to help this pony. Taking a few steps forward, I will soon wish I had ran out. I see the face of the mare strapped into the cage.

“She took my baby!” I screamed to myself.

Anxiety over takes me and I bolt out of the room. I lean against the dirty wall decompressing. Tears rolled down my cheek.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I did a prayer, a proper prayer not one about me being ravaged by my goddesses. After a long deep breath I step in an empty room.

A piece of paper sat on rusty table.
_
One of the most fascinating aspects of equestrian biology is pregnancy. We horses have the natural ability to biologically terminate pregnancy at well with in the first few months of conception.
This came from ponies once being a rather promiscuous species. Good evidence of this is the high female count amongst pony numbers. Ponies use to travel in tribes of herds made of mostly females with one or two males that bred with them.
This was before ponies became enlightened of course. A pregnant female that came from one tribe to another might have her foal killed at birth. Aborting ability saved the mare from heart break and physical stress of pregnancy and birthing.
Even giving this biologically ability to abort. Manual abortions are almost unheard of and frown upon. Yeah, It's okay when god allows you to kill your baby but when another pony plays her hoof in the act it's a sin.
I had to fashion my own tools for going into a mare’s womb for abstraction of fetuses.
Fun,

Dr. Pip
_

I used the stairs to go to the second floor. Not much new of note to talk about. Shot some nurses in the hall. I found the room marked lab. In side you guessed it more monster nurses. After clearing the room reloading and downing a health potion. I find a note.
_
Well treating Littlepip’s wounds and giving her a blood transfusion. I took a little of her original blood and injected it in the corps of the unicorn messenger we captured.
With the taint that mutated her body should still be reproduced in her blood with negligible levels. Heck, with Littlepip’s cellar structure. I’m unsure if she is going to die or if she’s immortal? Saving massive blood loss or brain trauma.
Anyway injecting the blood in the heart of the unicorn and giving her a few electric shocks to pump it throughout her body was a brilliant idea. Add a few blasts of magic radiation to jump start Littlepip’s blood cells and you get a mindless brain eating thing.
Must bring her mind back, so I sedated the thing. I need to send someone into the Otherworld and find what I need.

Dr. Pip
_

Great, I have ghoul blood. I wonder what Dr. Pip is looking for?

Hitting the rusty the locker in the wall I retrieval my rug sack and a satchel. It held a metal music box that didn’t work and a letter.
_
To Mason

Sorry about your loss, we know, you know you’re not the only one who had lost love ones in these terrifying times. I know your wife maybe out there, but I hope you make the right choice for you and your daughter.
The Overmare believes she is key to stopping the disappearances. Please take her to Stable Omega. If you insist on looking for your wife please drop Cherry Emerald in the hooves of Dr. Pip. She’s in charge of Alchemilla Hospital.
Watch out for the Buckhaven Hospital’s Order of peace, they reorganized after the death of Black Dahlia and the defunct of Lone Wolf. They are now under the leadership of White Claudia. She got a hold of firearms and  they armed themselves. If they get a hold of Cherry Emerald all will be for not.
_

I step outside and finished off a rot nurse that didn’t die all the way. Deciding to risk it, I walked over and press the button to the elevator.  I entered and pressed the button for the basement. Leaning against the wall to take my breath, I whip my tattered mane out of my eyes. It had been long lately, but the fire burnt parts of it off. I’m going to have to cut it short. This sadden me, Homage said I finally was turning into a mare instead of a tombuck. The elevator creeks then drops. I screamed like a mare. The music kicks on.

“As the heat rise I feel my blood boil,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Just let my body burn,”

I got my wits about me and I used my pipleg reload my shotgun. 

“Oh Doctor, why don’t you let my body fall.
Doctor, just make the call,
My blood’s on a boil and I just want to die,”

One side of the saddle bags rips open spilling its contents over the floor. Fire had burned the bag too much making it useless. The other side wasn’t fairing much better.

“As the heat rise I feel my blood boil,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Just let my body burn,”

The elevator suddenly stops causing me to stumble. I raise the shotgun aiming at the door.

“Oh Solider, why don’t you make the call,
Solider you better go and shoot me now,
I see the fire in your eyes,
I can feel your blood boil,”

The door opens, I fire upon a mob of nurses. Franticly, There was a lot of them and I didn’t have my magic to help me reload.

“I know because, As the heat rise I feel my blood boil,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Just let my body burn,

Oh God, Why don’t you just do it now,
God go and cast me down,
I want to feel my blood boil,
I want to see my body burn,
I want to see my body burn,
I want to see my body burn,”

I pondered a moment on how to handle the floating blood. The larger the balls of blood the more damage they would cause me. I decided to blast them with the shotgun. It was kind of pretty watching the drops bounce around. I winced as I walked through them.

More nurses emerge from rooms down the hallway.

Blam!

Blam!

Blam!

The hallway was dark, it didn’t lighten up as I walk toward the darkness. I aim the shotgun forward unsure when something new would jump out at me. I had plenty of ammo but five healing potions. Not enough at this rate. I stepped down the dark hallway.  I found a door at the end of the hall, but it had no door knob. A bed lay next to the door with a note.

_
The Big Angel is most commonly used for making Soul Jars in Zebra magic. The Big Angel can be divided any number of times. If the Little Angel is used to make a Soul Jar that object becomes alive and is given a will of it’s own. For example the book Rarity spoke to me about once.
Soul Jars fused with flesh that should otherwise be dead becomes a zombie. If the Big Angel is put in a dead ponies body that body will come alive and be under the control of a necromancer.
Balefire bombs can divide and rip both the Little and Big Angels. Their souls reform making a zombie or ghoul.

Dr. Pip
_

I tap it with my horn and it swings open. A rush of light and sound pulls me into the room.

My body hurt and I was feeling hot from the inside out. I found myself in what seemed like an arena or a medical observation room. Not sure witch, both maybe?

Looking I could see many rot nurses and Dr. Pip up in the bleachers. Dr. Pip gives me a wicked smile.

Before me stood a large orange unicorn mare. She screams out in pain as her horn glows. Gold wings spread out her back turning her into an angel pony. Then the unicorn mare explodes in flame. She became a giant beast of fire shadow and rot. 

“Celestia fuck me with her over heated hard drive!” I shouted as I dodge the burning unicorn angel monster when it charged at me.

For a moment it felt like my head was going to pop. The creature’s flames turn into a fiery cannon blast. I jumped back out of the way. One hit with one of those attacks and I’ll have to use two healing potions.

I take a safe distance and fired the shotgun. It does little damage at a safe distance. Great,

The creature turns to look at me. I look around the edge of the area in hopes of a way of escape. There was none I could see. The thing charges, I slide past, almost glancing each other.

For a moment as we passed it felt like my blood was going to explode. I went black for a second. The impact of a fireball exploding near me knocked me into consciousness. My body stinged but it could have been worse. I dodge another charge from the creature. My consciousness flickered but I managed to shoot the thing point blank.

Fuck, the impact knocked it off two of its feet and sprayed some charcoal flesh. But it recovered quickly and turned to attack me. In desperation I unleash more shells in the creature.

Other than rain black ash around me it had no effect. I run around the flaming pony thing trying to distance myself enough to reload. I found myself wishing I had some hard slugs. Suddenly, I thought of that Little Angel figurine. The end of it was just small enough to jam down the front barrel of my gun. It was a dumb idea but better than nothing.

I put the figurine in the end of my shotgun and charged for the flaming pony’s head. My body felt like exploding and I had to fight with all my will to stay conscious. I jam the figurine in its eye and fired.

Beep, beep, Beep,

I open my eye to see a pink coated pony with a blood and blond streaked mane. Her cutie mark some kind of fuzzy ribbon.

“Your? Alive?” The earth pony asks me cautiously.

“Who are you? I asked back.

“The name is Garland,” The pony replied, “I have been trapped in this room forever watching her.”

A smell hits my nose that made my bile leap up in my throat. Garland sees the look on my face and sprays the air with air freshener.  I hear the sound of breathing machines. There was an incubation tent in the middle of the room.

“What is that?” I swallowed as I walked up to the tent. I looked at Garland.

“You can look most ponies want to see her,” Garland told me.

I lifted the curtain of the tent. Letting loose a gasp, I tried not to scream. The thing I saw was a cocoon of scabs. One end was a pony head shape with the remains of a horn. Her legs were gone only leaving stumps. There were two more stumps, Wings. I looked at the size of this pony. I couldn't hold back anymore. I whaled and scream as I realized who this was.

“No! Luna no!” I cried, “Your dead!” Tears hit the floor.

“But dead ponies seem to have been walking lately.” Garland points out, “I think you know that.”

I turn to glare at her, “What happened to my goddess! I know she’s dead. I seen her body. But the dead do seem to walk around here. Not just those rotting monsters. Ponies from the past and the level of technology it’s all new. Abandon but new.”

Garland gives me a sad look, “I don’t know!” She cries manicly, “I just woke up in this world one day and I always watched over her and I never age. Some do, some have children then others like me just don’t age. It’s said that Luna is the one that's behind this nightmare.”

Being in a dream world made sense since Luna was said to have the power over dreams, maybe even over death and the afterlife.

“Black Dalia had plans of bring her back to her original glory,” Garland continued, “Then she died and Dr. Pip being the Messiah of Peace clamed leadership. I don’t think she really cares about bringing back Luna. But Lone Wolf raised a cue saying that it was possible to resurrect Luna into Nightmare Moon. White Claudia then made a cue over her father. They are held up at Buckhaven now.”

“So, you’re saying Dr. Pip knows how to bring Luna back?” I asked the pink nurse mare.

Garland gives me a sad look,

“If Luna comes back I’m sure this nightmare world will end,” I said defiantly.

“There was one attempt eight years ago witch I was present of,” Garland told me, “It went horribly wrong, it changed things.”

“I’ll guess I’ll just have to get information from Dr. Pip.” I looked at the scab from the blood transfusion, “I owe a mare something at least.”

Garland grabs me franticly, “Please don’t kill her! The Messiah of Peace has almost god like powers. Even if you somehow manage to kill her. It would leave us all defenseless.”

Wouldn’t be the first time I shifted the balance of power. Then again that tends not to work out well.

“Okay, for Luna’s sake I’ll just get the information I need,” I told Garland.

“Thank you!” Garland gives me a hug and I blush.

After an awkward moment an alarm goes off causing Garland to go and attend to Luna. Well she’s distracted. I look around the room. There was another bed in the room. It looked like Miss Garland slept here. On her table I find a piece of an old medical text book.
_
When engaged in sexual activity, the body creates hormones that simulate feelings we called love and affection. A couple that may have somewhat feeling for each other before sexual interaction are increased after words. This is a form of biological brainwashing to insure the couple stays together and help raise offspring. So anyone who engages in such activity must be aware of the source of these feelings as to not confuse true love with biology.
_

My body trembled, I was filled with emotion. Was that my relationship with Homage? Hornyness,  A stinging in our loins? A need to breed warped?

I kicked a shelf, Garland gave me a glare. I blushed and turned my rear to her.

Looking at the shelf, I noticed it was filled with viles and drugs, It looked to be an assortment of Med X and fertility drugs? I glanced over at Garland, she was injecting Luna with something. Why would they be giving Luna fertility drugs? My skin crawls at the prospects.

The shaft of a small gun is pressed against the back of Garland’s head, “Now, Why would you be giving a comatose god fertility drugs?”

“You don’t understand!” Garland shouts.

“I shoot ponies that rape other ponies,” I told her, “I’m sure this count and for raping my goddess I’ll shoot you in the hoof. Every next one will be two inches up from the last.”

A tentacle flies out from under Garland’s tail knocking me to the ground. Three tentacles wrap around me. Garland grabs a syringe and injects me in the neck with it.

I found myself in front of a mirror. A magic blocking ring was a round my horn. 
Snip,

A strand of hair falls into my lap joining many others.

Snip,

“You’re starting to look like your old self dear,” Velvet Remedy remarks.

I looked up at her confused,

“You been asking me for a hair cut?” Velvet Remedy answers. She takes the last bit of the mane on the back of the neck with her magic.

“No, I want to keep a little,” I told her.

Velvet Remedy bites her lip in thought, She puts little ribbons in it. “It does look cute.”

I blushed, Velvet Remedy removes the bandage around my eye. The light stung and I had to close it.

“Let me look at it dear,” Velvet Remedy orders forcefully taking my head and looking at my eye ball. “I think its healing fine.”

Suddenly Velvet Remedy puts her arms around me. Tears glimmered out the corners of her closed eyelids.

“Velvet?” I asked concerned.

“It’s just nice seeing you better,” Velvet Remedy told me. She taps on my shoulder, “Come on Littlepip come with me.”

I was led to a white room. Velvet Remedy puts me down in a chair. Dragon Scribe walks into the room. She and Velvet Remedy glare at each other.

“I told you not to get too close,” Dragon Scribe reprimanded.

“She's fine,” Velvet Remedy snaps.

“She might become violent again,” Dragon Scribe snaps back.

Dragon Scribe turns to me, “Now, Littlepip do you know who I am?”

“I’ve seen you in someone’s memory orb,” I remarked, “I think it was a memory orb.”

“Did I say something?” I asked confused.

“Littlepip, memory orbs don’t exist. They are either memories that you disjointed yourself from or complete fantasies.”

“Then what is real!” I shouted.

“The mare next to me is Velvet Remedy,” Dragon Scribe tells me.

“I know who she is,” I snapped.

“Really then who is she?” Dragon scribe asks.

“One of my best friends we came from the same Stable,” I answered.

Velvet Remedy gives me a sad look. “You don’t know who I am?”

I gave her a sad look back.

“At least she’s lucid,” Dragon Scribe notes, “Littlepip, this mare is your older cousin and legal guardian.”

Dragon Scribe and Velvet Remedy give each other a concerned look.

“Cousin? Guardian? What’s going on here?” I was feeling more confused.

“I still don’t think you should be here,” Dragon Scribe complains to Velvet Remedy. “She has had extremely sexualized feelings-“

“After, what happened to Homage I'm not rejecting her, I'm the only one left.” Velvet Remedy cuts off.

“What happened to Homage!” I demanded.

“You tried to set her on fire,” Dragon Scribe coldly replied.

My heart sinks, “What no, I would never do that!” I struggled with my bindings.

“You kept repeating the word Arbu,” Dragon Scribe told me.

“No, this is a dream, this isn’t real,” I rocked the chair back and forth.

“Littlepip please,” Velvet Remedy begs.

Dragon Scribe gives her a glare to shut up, “Littlepip you need to come to terms there are no Stables, there is no wasteland. Even Silent Ponyville doesn’t exist. Your cousin gave up a singing career to become a nurse.”

My chair falls over, like a flash the room turns burnt and black. Velvet Remedy turns into Dr. Pip. She walked past Dragon Scribe holding a syringe with her magic. I was on an examining table my legs being pulled open by a vice. I turn my head to see Robinfire’s body laying on a gurney.

“You know what’s in here?” Dr. Pip waves the syringe then points it at my cooch.

“It all comes down to sex for you doesn’t it?” Dragon Scribe didn't seem to notice what was going on around her, “You use sex to act out, to punish yourself. Then when you get yourself pregnant we- your cousin have to do the right thing.”

Robinfire sits up, She turns and looks at Dr. Pip. Suddenly she jumps the Doctor. They hit the floor.

I hit the magic blocking ring on the metal pole next to my head. The piece of metal gives way. With a flick of my neck I tossed the ring across the room.

The ash covered walls peel away. I could feel my magic click on. My bindings unlock.

“Littlepip!’ No!” Dragon Scribe shouts.

Giving a quick look around, I could see my supplies in the corner of the room. I take it up with my magic. Robinfire grabs the shotgun as I put on the gear. Dr. Pip stands up, Robinfire touches the weapon with her horn. The enchanted weapon blows out an explosion of flame. Dr. Pip disappears in smoke. Robinfire indeed.

The room catches on fire. We ducked the flames and run down the hallway. Nurses blocked our path. Robinfire enchants her weapon again. When she fire’s the gun, it shoots out flames burning the nurses. Robinfire’s horn backfires. It flies off her forehead and the pony collapses. I lifted her and the shotgun with my magic and we ran past the nurses laying on the ground. I hurried up the stairs the fire backdrafting behind me.

“Littlepip?” Minty Love shouts confused as I jumped out of the first floor stairwell flames behind me.

I give the mint pony an angry glare,

“Give her too me,” Minty Love orders not noticing my look, “We need to get out of here before the whole place burns down.”

I shrugged, I’ll deal with her later. We ran outside. After a few blocks, We stopped and turned around. I stared at the flaming orange glow.

“Em I seeing the past or the future?” I remarked in awe.
_
FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending triggered by picking Key Key Chain in room 203. Then choosing dialog option when talking to Dragon Scribe.
_

Dragon Scribe turns to me, “Now, Littlepip do you know who I am?”

“Yes, You are a Nobody,” A light shines in my mouth. It forms into a Keyblade. The ring of magic binding brakes.

Velvet Remedy smiles. “I guess the deception is over.” Her body transforms into Dr. Pip.

“I should have figured it out sooner,” I smirked taking the Keyblade with my magic. “Big Angel and Little Angel, Mind and Body, Nobody and Heartless. Your experiments end now!”

Dr. Pip forms a sword, The two of us charge at each other.
_
ITEM ADDED:
Next time you start your game the Silent Hill Keyblade will be added to your inventory.

> Chapter 3: Fourth Dimensional Water Fall
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I always get the shakes before a drop. I've had the injections, of course, and hypnotic preparation, Federation shrink has scanned my brain waves, everything checked out. Doc said it wasn’t fear. I could have told them that. A horse locked in the starting gate isn’t afraid. It’s just ready to run.”
_

“Oh, My goddess she’s dead!” Minty Love shouts. She then looks at me disgusted, “You stole a dead body?”

“She’s not dead, she’s a ghoul,” I told the pony.

“Her chest is ripped open!” Minty Love snaps.

“About 90% dead,” I replied.

We hear nurses yelling for survivors.

“Over-“Minty Love starts to yell but stopped when I pulled my side arm on her.

“Please don’t kill me,” Minty Love begs.

“You have a bullet in your hip?” I asked.

“How did you know? Did we meet during the war?” Minty Love asks.

“Nope,” I answered, “At this point I’m unsure you’re a patient or a guard?”

“What?” Minty Love replied.

“Never mind,” I told her. 

Robinfire groans as she starts to wake.

“Holy shit she’s alive!” Minty Love jumps.

“Any place we can patch her up that’s not on fire?” I asked.

“There is a Sports Fishing Shop not far from here,” Minty Love answers, “It has needles and the kind of thread we would need to sow her shut.”

The shop was at the end of the block. We cleared the counter and placed Robinfire on it. Minty Love looked through the supplies for what she could use.

I was looking at a fish tank. It was dirty, smelled and was full of dead minnows. “Why do ponies need to fish? Okay, yeah we could eat them. It seems weird, then again I have shot and killed animals for food.”

Minty Love gave me another weird disgusted look.

“It’s a long story,” I replied.

“Most ponies fish for fun, Catch and release, who has the skills to get the most or bag the biggest,” Minty Love told me, “The circles I used to run in, it was quite common."

"What kind of circles?" I asked. 

"Sports, Outdoors, I was quite the archer back in the day. Even made it in the Equestrian Olympics." Minty Love answers, "Then the war took everything away.”

“Archer?” I questioned.

“Archery,” Minty Love corrects, “You hold the bow and string with these hooks strapped to your forelegs and the arrow with your mouth or magic. Mother had a collection of them.”

I digged through my bag. A strange key shaped key chain was at the bottom. I took the thing in my magic. The key chain shakes then releases a bright light. It became some kind of key club, covered in rust and broken grating as the bit blade. Something that would deal a great deal of damage in battle.

Flumk!

We heard a noise from the back room. Minty Love and I dropped what we were doing to investigate.  We found a pale mare laying on the ground. Her body was twisted and broken like a ragdoll. 

“Orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” The mare groans as it starts to pull herself up. As it moved, I could hear the sounds of it's bones cracking. The thing lunged at Minty Love. I smack the thing with my Keyblade. It indeed dealt a great deal of damage.

“Aghhh!” We heard a cry from out front.

Robinfire was sitting up on the counter. She was crying a clinching her open chest trying to push her organs and guts back in.

“To happening what’s me!” Robinfire screams. She suddenly freezes, “Say that didn’t?”  Robinfire puts her hoof on her forehead. “My Horn!”

“Shit, settle down!” Minty Love examines Robinfire's head. She noticed the gaping wound where her horn should have been. “You been brain damaged. Could be why your speech is mixed up. Who did this to you?”

“Dr. Pip if memory is serving me right, But my memory has been questionable at late,” I answered.

“This place does that,” Minty Love remarks off hoof, “One moment you’re looking for your child, Then hunting your child’s killer, then you found out you killed your child, then your child is alive but you’re really dead. I seen it happen to a few ponies.”

“So, It's like everything is true?” I shook my head, “That’s impossible.”

Minty Love talks to Robinfire, “Okay, dear we are going to have to bandage up that head, but first things first we need to close that chest of yours.”

“My Baby!” Robinfire cries putting her hooves to her belly.

“Baby?” Minty Love answered confused, “Oh, you’re pregnant?”

Both Minty Love and I gave each other a look unsure how to respond.

“Yeah, of course, it’s dead.” Robinfire looked away blushing.

“I’m sorry,” I put a hoof on Robinfire’s shoulder.

“Just, found out,” Robinfire told me. She seemed to talk well if she kept it slow and to a few words.

“It will be okay,” I consoled Robinfire.

“I husband me how my tell to going?” Robinfire cried tears of blood rolling down her eyes.

“Oh, well,” It took me a moment to process what she was trying to say. “Umm, Eventually?” I struggled to answer. I noticed the Pipbuck on her arm. “Why do some ponies seem to have Pipbucks here but most don't. Where I'm from ether all ponies have them or almost no pony has one.” 

“We used to but the government took them away,” Minty Love replied, “Mostly law enforcement has them now.” 

I decided to check up on DJ Pon3 to see if she has any new information and I wanted to avoid more awkward talk. Music was playing.

“Long dead robin don’t you cry,
Long dead robin your alive,
The birdie want to and take a fly,
Someone clipped the birdie’s wing.
She knows she going to die if she flies.
But long dead robin wants to die,
Why, why can’t the birdie die,
Why she’s sad to be alive,
So, the robin can not fly,
So the long get robin takes the fall,
The long dead robin end it all,
But the long dead robin is alive,
Oh, long dead robin why you cry?”

Damn it, this music made me feel really bad playing it in front of Robinfire. It made the poor mare look more depressed.

Thankfully, The music stops playing, “Sorry Littlepip no news for you. You need to reach six orgasms to unlock. Your current count is five. One from when Dr. Pip hoof jobbed you. I don’t believe you felt that one because of the pain you were going through. Isn’t nature festinating? Then there was the Spritebot music. Go clop or something, do a quickie and come back later.”

Oh, I blushie blushed blush, I so wanted to turn and run out of the room. I was so red sweat beaded off my forehead. I squished my tail down, it was sticky.

“Mommy’s little pony wet already,” The voice in my head mocked, “You better do as Homage asks of you or she’ll spank you like a bad filly.”

I didn’t like this equating my sexual arousal with my mom. It grosses me out and makes things weird-er.

There was a strange click in the radio.

“Littlepip? Littlepip can you hear me?” A gobbled voice calls out, “Go to the roof!”

I looked at Minty Love who was stitching shut Robinfire’s chest with heavy fishing line.

“Take a gun with you, I’m kind of busy,” Minty Love said with a mouth full of line.

Up on the roof I found a dead body of a pony in a SWAT barding. Blood was everywhere and it had no head. That didn’t bode well but the pony did leave an automatic rifle.  The barding was a little large for me but with a little stitching. He or she isn’t going to be needing it.

“Yip! Yip!”

Barking startled me causing me to spin around.

“Woof! Rip!” The Spritebot.

“Hello?” I said hopefully. This sounded like a dog. We ponies can basically talk to any equine or higher magical creature. If this was a normal dog I wouldn’t be able to talk to it and I haven’t seen any Hellhounds that could translate.

“Sorry about that, Mira knows how the work the equipment,” A pony with a Trottingham accent said to me.

“Mira? Your dog?” I asked confused.

“More like a pilot,” The voice answers, “Mr. Black at your service.”

“Well this scenario is familiar, I already saved my zombie for the day,” I remarked.

“What?” Mr. Black replied.

“Nothing, may you please go on with your request,” I said politely.

“I know you seen Luna,” Mr. Black said seriously.

“So that was real,” I replied in the same tone, “I was hoping to forget my experience in Alchemilla at least as much as I could.”

“Luna is still alive, safe and sound,” Mr. Black told me, “Her living soul has escaped from her rotten husk. All I ask of you is to find it and protect it. If can unite the two.”

“I will,” I replied, “I ask you for something in return.”

“Yes, I’ll look and have been looking for a way to send you back home or at least contact your friends,” Mr. Black answers, “In fact Mira is working on a way for communication.”

“Thanks,” I said gratefully, "But why would you be so eager to help?"

"You don't belong here and you are a game changer," Mr. Black replied, "The sooner you leave the better."

"But as long as I'm here you’re going to take advantage of me," I smirked.

"Of course," Mr. Black answers, “We will take this machine far away before letting it go, You should go back to your companions."

I went down stairs with the rifle. Minty Love just finished stitching up Robinfire’s chest. I explained where the rifle came from. I didn’t trust Minty Love when it came down to the issue of Luna. So, I said that I didn’t run into anything strange on the roof and the message must have been a fluke or us hearing things. Given the nature of the world, Minty Love accepted the excuses.

Minty Love wraps up Robinfire’s head in a healing bandage.

“Does the horn grow back?” She asks as Robinfire picked out a cap from a hat rack. She picks out military green in the end. Green was her color. I also decided to give her the SWAT barding. It fit her way better anyway.  

“I don’t know,” I replied quietly, “There was this filly that cut off her own horn once. But that broke at the steam and ghoul’s heal differently. Heck where I’m from, They need radiation to-“

Robinfire collapses,

“-Heal.”

We lifted Robinfire around our shoulders.

“Radiation,” I commanded

“Fire Stables here usually have a portable X-Ray wagon,” Minty Love told me.

I looked up the location of the Fire Stable on my pipleg. The two of us galloped outside at a fast rate with Robinfire on our backs.

The pink mist was thicker now. We could hear moans and see the shadows of upright figures that would get no closer then just out of sight.

There was indeed an X-Ray wagon at the Fire Stable. And it was locked, and my completely amazing lock picking skills refused to work again. Goddess, when a lock doesn’t want to open without a key it just won’t open in this world.

After some arbitrary wondering and some memos and solving a few puzzles. The most interesting thing I discovered is that Robinfire actually worked at this Fire Stable as a Firepony. There were photos on the wall with other Fireponies each one with a smile on their face. I found it depressing to think those are going to be the only smiles I’m most likely going to see from that pony at least for a while.

I found the key for the X-Ray wagon up on the second floor. Unfortunately a flaming pony decided to jump out at me. More to my misfortune Fire Stables have holes in the floor and I didn’t see the hole well I was running away. Who put holes in the floors of perfectly good buildings?

The X-Ray wagon broke my fall. I rolled out of the way as the flaming pony spits out a fire ball at me. I returned the favor by blowing it’s head off.

We got the X-Ray wagon open and turned the radiation on high and blasted Robinfire’s unconscious body with it. I was sure what we were doing was not in safety regulation. That’s why a wagon like this carries a supply of Rataway.   

“Minty?” A female voice calls out.

The two of us were laying up against the X-Ray wagon physically exhausted, When Sunset View came walking up.

“Minty Love I’m so glad I found you-“ Sunset View trails off when she see me, “You!”

I swallowed.

“She set Alchemilla on fire!” Sunset View shouted.

Minty Love jumps away from me   

“I’m not saying I didn’t have my part.” I explained, “Stuff happens.”

“Give me your weapons and gear,” Minty Love orders

I sighed and did what she told me. Robinfire emerged from the X-Ray wagon. Her chest looked like it started to heal and her eyes had an orange glow.

“Yeah, we’re captured,” I told her.

>  

The two nurse ponies escorted us along the street. I had a trump card to escape from the mares. They didn’t know how strong my telekinetic magic was and I could overwhelm them if I got a chance. But they were carrying our weapons and gear. I had to get them back. They didn’t trust me not to pull anything on them. So, I knew they would shoot me at the first glimmer of magic.

Sunset View and Minty Love talked with each other as they walked.

“What’s up with these buck thing monsters wondering the streets,” Sunset points at a Pipbuck.

“They are constantly spraying cum everywhere,” Minty Love notes with a disgusted face shaking off her hoof." She then sees two Pipbucks having sex with each other. “There're not from my psyche I hope.”

“Not mine,” Sunset View adds.

Both ponies gave a look at me and Robinfire. I blushed and walked closer to my companion. She looked even more depressed then I was.

“I’m trying to understand this?” I speaked to her, “Your allies killed you?”

“Not allies, Necessary evil,” The mare said with spite.

“You know that glow means you have excess radiation,” I whispered, “Not much, I had a ghoul friend who got blasted so bad she went off like a bomb. You can release this energy at will. You think you can do that?”

“How?” Robinfire asks.

“Push it out,” I answered.

The ghoul pony closes her eyes. I could see an orange light escape from her nostrils.

“Hey what’s going on over there?” Sunset View snaps.

“I think my friend here adsorbed too much radiation,” I told the yellow pony, “Might come out in bursts. I don’t think it’s very healthy for us.” I then whispered that so only Robinfire could hear. “Ready?”

She nods in reply. We both go into SATS. Robinfire explodes in a bright orange flaming flash. Using my extreme dexterity in telekinetic magic to swiftly unhook and remove our saddle bags from the two ponies.

Before Minty Love and Sunset View could recover. I took out a pair of pistols and tossed one to Robinfire. She grabs it and fires, missing Minty Love. I wasn’t expecting this and I shoot Sunset View before she shoots me. I hit her in the heart and the jaw. Minty Love fire’s upon Robinfire riddling her with holes. I grab Sunset View’s rifle with my magic and fire on without SATS Minty Love spraying her torso. I take her gun with my magic too.

“You are using SATS right? I asked Robinfire. The extra radiation was already healing her body. She gives me a look that told me she was going to cry. “Oh, brain damage, you couldn’t hit the broad side of a dragon if you wanted.”

I shouldn’t have said that out loud.

The hissing sound of gas flowed from out of the nurse mares bodies fallowed by brownish smoke. I kept my distance sure it was dubious.

“You stupid bitches, (Cough, Cough)” Sunset View sputters.

Robinfire puts her gun to Sunset View’s head. There was no way she would miss the shot. Robinfire turns to me. I watched as her expression changed from anger to fear. A tentacle wraps it’s self around my neck. I made a choking sound as I was lifted up into the air. Robinfire was knocked back.

Minty Love stands up her flesh slowly regenerating. “Sunset no!”

“Oh, I want some payback,” Sunset View snaps dangling my body up into the air.

She was a fucking ghoul of some kind. I knew there were more to these damn nurses then just the tentacles. I couldn’t breathe and was feeling light headed. Maybe it’s from the gas or from the tentacle. It did not matter.

“I’m not allowed to kill you,” Sunset View snaps, “But let’s start by raping your anus and see if I can cum out your eye.”

The bright yellow nurse pony positioned my rear, lifting my tail with a tentacle.

Sunset View looks at my anus and frowns, “You know I’m not one to normally rape a pony,” She raises her last free tentacle, “I been told by others who like this sort of thing,” (Great, this conversation must happen often with Alchemilla staff.) “That your shit will be forced back into your stomach.”

“Sunset enough!” Minty Love shouts.

“Once that happens, your stomach will force its contents out your mouth,” Sunset View continues ignoring the mint pony, “I was also told if I slowly insert my tentacle with a twist it would allow the shit the pass. I wonder which would be more unpleasant and why is your horn glowing?”

Smash!

A wagon fell from the parking garage building above. Sunset View splatters and her tentacles holding me slice off. They flopped around on the ground. The air around me filled with poison gas.

Minty Love lashed out tentacles. Robinfire dodged the tentacle whips and I blew the slithering things away with rifle blasts. I then fired into her chest knocking the pony down.

“Lets find a place to hide before the nice ponies can regenerate and fallow us,” I suggested garbing the rest of the weapons and gear.

Robinfire nods her head,

I led Robinfire into a parking building. This was the perfect place for me. Open enough to use my awesome skills at telekinesis to move wagons where I need them. Enclosed enough to be useful cover.

I found myself wondering why ponies would need so many wagons. Witch also seemed odd is that there was no place for a driver to strap in. If I didn’t know any better these were some kind of horseless wagons that must move under their own power. I smirked, Finally somepony was smart enough to invent a vehicle that didn’t need a pony to pull it.

One vehicle looked like there were ponies in side. I picked the lock. The inside smelt awful. The ponies in the back seat were in a dead embrace. Not sure what killed them. This was advanced, these were Stable-Tech designs? That was probably what kill them, I mused.

The dashboard had a terminal on it. I did have the since of mind to call Robinfire over to me. Last time I hooked my pipleg to something in this world it poisoned me.

I clicked in and my body seized in pain. I finished downloading before I passed out.
_
Company: Red Racer Industries 
Type: Ground Vehicle
Model: Mini Mac
Number: 50113
Designer: Scootaloo and Applebloom

Welcome valued customer to your purchase of this self propelled Mini Mac wagon. Silent Ponyville is a world built in the vision of future progress that this vehicle is founded on. With use of our patented Stable-Tech controls these vehicles can drive themselves to any location you desire. Even a foal can use it.

Scootaloo, Red Racer founder.
_

I heard the sound of a gun cocking behind me.

“What th-” I turned to see Robinfire pointing a rifle at me.

“Don’t move,” She orders.

Okay not moooooooooooooving! The end of Robinfire’s rifle was pushed into my cunt. Not moving just became harder. When the shaft reached as far as it could go, 
She wiggles it. Really trying not to move jump, scream or breathe. The mare removes the barrel from my inners and she examines the end of it measuring how deep it went in me.

“Your safe…sorry,” She told me. 

A sudden gunshot grazes the ghoul pony in the head. She hits the ground. I swirl around slipping into SATS and aiming my side arm.

Before me stood a purple granite colored pegasus mare with grass green hair. She had a sandy cowpony hat with white feathers behind the ear, holding a sniper rifle. I spotted a two tiered water fall for a cutie mark.

“Hello, I’m Littlepip,” I introduced myself to break the tension.

“Sioux Falls,” The mare replied.

“You shot a friend of mine,” I said coldly.

Robinfire slowly stands up, Her head wound was healing with an orange glow.

“Sorry? It looked like she was molesting you,” Sioux Falls replied then gave a sly smile, “But if you are into gun play.”

I blushed, “No, not that!” I shouted, “We met these parasites. They infect ponies. She was checking me without my permission.”

“I see,” Sioux Falls lowers her rifle.

“We are being pursued by those parasites,” I added.

“Oh, my gun shot,” Sioux Falls realized, She points her rifle at the ceiling, “Let’s move up a couple of floors.”

>

We could hear talking down on the street.

“Awe man it takes a long time to recover,” Minty Love complains, “Sunset? Sunset? Are you okay?”

Minty Love pushes the wagon aside revealing a mangled corpse.

“Oh, Sunset,” Minty Love says stoically. She strokes the main of the corpse gently.

With her magic, Minty Love starts moving chunks of rubble burying Sunset View’s body in a pile of rocks. She ties the bloody rags of Sunset View’s nurse barding into a sun ring and places it on the make shift grave.

I couldn’t watch anymore and turned away. In retrospect that pony didn’t need to die. We didn’t need to shoot them. I gave Robinfire a blaming look. I felt bad for being angry at her when I seen how sickly she looked. Who could blame her for taking the first shot, they killed her once already after all. 

Sioux Falls sighs, “I guess you and your earth pony friend are in some hot water.”

Robinfire gives a hurt look.

“Um, did I say something wrong?” Sioux Falls gives a confused look.

“She’s not an earth pony,” I told the pegasus.

Sioux Falls looks at the head bandage for a moment. She gasped, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I could just imagine if someone took my wings.”

Gunfire in the distance catch our ears. We paused for a moment. More gunfire, this time from somewhere else.

“Sounds like the city’s full of ponies,” I noted.

“There are always at least two dozen of us wondering around,” Sioux Falls answers, “Some lost, looking for the missing or trying to find something important.”

“Witch one are you?” I asked.

“There is a supposed safe areas set up by the Overmare called the Stables,” Sioux Falls told me, “Me and my lover were saying in one of them. My lover was sick and died slowly. I came back to Silent Ponyville to find a tree. We carved our names in it. It is said places like that your dead lover waits for you.”

“I guess I’m trying to bring Luna back somehow,” I replied nervously.

“One of those people,” Sioux Falls said with distain.

“Sorry, if I said something offensive?” I replied confused, “I’m not from around here, Where I’m from Luna was an important pony and she is a goddess of good. When I found out what happened to her.”

“So, you’re not one of those ponies?” Sioux Falls smiles, “Or just a naive pony?”

“Luna committed the sin of ending a world,” Sioux Falls explains, “The Overmare said she saved us all by taking us into this world. But the torture she is going through now is payment for pass sins.”

“I would think the Overmare would want to bring back Luna,” I was not sure what’s going on at this point.

“If I understand things right she wants a new goddess of the moon,” Sioux Falls answers, “Once that happens Silent Ponyville should be livable again.

“I see thanks for the clarification,” The gears in my head turned with this new information.

“Your friend?” Sioux Falls asks.

I looked at Robinfire, she nods her head at me.

“She’s looking for a little filly and her father,” I explained, “This has something to do with the Overmare’s plans.” I leaned in close to Sioux Falls, “I want to hear their story before I allowed the Overmare to get her hands on them.”

“I understand,” Sioux Falls whispers back with a nod, She speaks up, “So, your friend doesn’t talk?”

“She can but her head jumbles long sentences,” I told the pegasus.

My pipleg made the clicking sound of a monster near by.

“Radiation?” Sioux Falls said alarmed.

“Monster detector,” I replied.

“Pipbucks can to that!” Sioux Falls was shocked, “If I knew that I would have kept my old pipbuck when I had to quit my park ranger job. Also how the heck did you get your custom retro to look like it’s fused with your leg like that?”

Great, Back in the wasteland my pipbuck made me a god on the battle field. Here, it's an antique. I complained to myself as I pulled out my side arm. Remembering I should save my bullets I put it back and took out the Keyblade instead.

We could hear breathing and flopping coming down the nearby stair case. A pig shaped thing plops on the floor. The thing was a bloated torso with a head. It stood it’s self up with two small stubs of it’s forelegs. The pig thing spins its rear around. It didn’t have a butt but it did have a sphincter that looked like a huge anus.

Before my eyes a tiny bloody head sticks out of the giant anus. With a pop a bloody foal creature is launched from the anus opening. The foal lands on my side. It had barbed hooks for hooves that dug into my flush with stinging pain. The foal sinks it’s teeth in my flesh ripping up a chunk of hide. The torso starts pulling in the umbilical cord attached to the foal creature like a fisherpony reeling in a fish. I franticly pull back.

“Luna and a changeling fuck me!” I hear a gun cock, Robinfire aims her side arm at me, “The fucks has been doubled.”

Sioux Falls takes a few steps back shocked at the horrific sight. She backs into a Mini Mac, her hooves stepping in water.

The water was running out of a wagon. The doors then burst open, A bloated green camel corpse jumps out on top of her. It’s lips were rotted away giving it a black lipped daisy smile. The thing grabs Sioux Falls’s neck with a two toed claw pinning her to the ground. As she screamed the creature pours water from its mouth and down her throat.

Robinfire fires four times, Three missed, forth hits my ankle. My feet give way and I crash to the ground. Franticly, I hoofed at the ground to regain my footing as I neigh in panic.

“SATS seem to be working improperly,” Applebloom’s voice came from Robinfire’s pipbuck, “Recalibrating user interface to rectify, thirty seconds to recharge.”

Robinfire drops her side arm and grabs my Kayblade I dropped on the floor. She rushes over slamming the weapon down on the monster attacking Sioux Falls. The Keyblade shatters into pieces of light turning to a small key again. Her hoof goes down on camel's head. Sioux Falls rolls around and coughs up water. Robinfire picks up Sioux Falls’s rifle. Two more camel things steps out of the Mimi Mac with a slosh. Sioux Falls gets to her feet and rears a fighting stance.

“SATS has recharged and calibrated,” Applebloom’s voice states.

Robinfire fire’s, the torso monster’s head blows off. The foal creature was still living and fucking eating me. Robinfire then stabs the thing with a pipe. I collapsed laying in a pool of my own blood. It getting bigger with every heart beat. I’m going to close my eyes now.

>

A crack and a snap awoke me. I was in great pain. My side felt wet as the air hits my open wound. I wasn’t feeling fully lucid yet.

Robinfire breaks the last hook with a pair of bolt cutters she got from somewhere. The four hooks were still in my body. The mare grabs one with her teeth a pulls. I squeak in pain.

“Your awake,” Robinfire said licking her lip that she cut on a barb.

“You’d have to cut them out,” Sioux Falls said with a mouth full of knife. I spotted the small camping stove with a cup of boiling water on it.

“How are you two doing?” I managed to ask.

“Low on ammo, We can take singles with melee weapons or a few in a narrow hallway,” Sioux Falls told me, “Bloaters like to jump out of cars. We had to fight three more well you are out. The Babybuckers, there’s a tone of them here and we have had to snipe those. We're not getting hooked like you did.”

Littlepip, first one to always get jacked up. I caught a look at Sioux Falls’s flank as she turns to clean her knife in the water. The little pony in my head made its now usual remarks about me and my mother being whores.

After the last hook was removed, I downed the healing potions I needed to recover. From this point on I’m going to have to be a little more stingy with them though.

“Um, I need to pee,” I told Sioux Falls.

“The restrooms are at the other end of the lot,” She points out, “You’d be jumped by at least something by the time you get there. Monsters don’t seem to bug us if we stay in one general area. I wouldn’t walk farther than fifty feet.”

I walked over to the open wall. I turn and put my rear to it. I found myself realizing that I was now five stories up and really wished I could see how long my arc was.

I giggled at myself. My head got a little woozy. Robinfire gave me a bottle of water to drink. As I drank it, I turned to look out on the street.

Pipbuck monsters were wondering aimlessly. Then I spotted a pair of ponies walking down the street brandishing weapons and on their guard. I could see a Spritebot sneak up behind them. Suddenly it turns on full blast.

My body spasmed in orgasm as I let loose a scream. I could hear Sioux Falls moan behind me. Robinfire unaffected by the sound gave a panicked look at the both of us.

I had to force my body up by laying myself over the edge of the wall so I could watch the ponies on the street. They looked less comfortable than I.

I have been hit point blank with these Sexcasters before and it nearly killed me. From this distance I merely have lost control of the part of me between my butt cheeks. I screamed as I orgasmed again. And my lungs too. It was exhausting but not painful at this distance.

A multicolored figure surround by Spritebots walks up to the two ponies. I had to bite my lip to stop me from screaming again.

“Robinfire,” I gasped, “I need you to cover my mouth, I scream when I cum and there’s something out there I don’t want hearing!”

A moment later a wrapped up cloth was stuffed in my mouth. I bit down on it and gave a muffled scream. Tears rolled down my eyes. I found myself hugging the wall with my forelegs and I dry humped it like I was a buck. Oddly, It slowed my rate of orgasms and made them less intense. So I didn’t bother stopping myself. I could hear Sioux Falls’s moans grow shallow. A good sign that she probably passed out.

“Shit, Pie Pinkie,” Robinfire says when she figures out what the colored thing on the street was.

I watched some of the colors melt off the Pinkie Pie figure. The colored splotches turned into pony shapes. Pinkie Pie walks up to one of the orgasm frozen ponies. Its color melts off the ponies skin and becomes one of the colored patches on Pinkie Pie's body. The colorless pony falls over dead. Pinkie Pie then walks over to the other pony.

The pony blotches start to spread out. Dread fell in my heart as I saw them approach. Then they suddenly stopped moving.

Dashite circles over head and lands near Pinkie Pie. They talked for a moment. Then the splotches retreats back onto Pinkie Pie and Dashite flies away.

Pinkie Pie turns and walks back down the street. The Sexcaster noise fades as the Spritebots fallowed her releasing me from their spell.

My hind legs buckle, My knees fall in a puddle of my own sex juices and I fall over on my back exhausted.

Suddenly there was the sound of screeching metal. I glanced to the side to see a wagon being drug by a pair of Badybucks. Robinfire fights them off.

>

The sound of Robinfire’s music box woke me to consciousness. We had decided to camp out on the roof. Sioux Falls thought the open air would make her feel better. I didn’t care about the air or felt like moving.

I think I could hear Robinfire sobbing. I wasn’t conscious enough to speak to her. I was half aware of her existence.

My two more permanent feelings were my aching loins and I felt really horny.

“Well isn't this a familiar situation?” The little pony in my head teased, “You think you have a thing for being sick and helpless?”

“Shut up,” I mumbled at the voice in my half asleep lucidity.

“So, is mummy’s little pony going to do something about that this time too?” The Little Pony asked, “Imagine how good it would feel if you got caught this time?” 

“Oh god, no,” I groaned putting my hoof over my head at the thought.

“You know, you think, I know you think you get off of being the helpless pony the not a clever pony,” The voice snaps, “Littlepip Homage’s bitch, Littlepip the wasteland’s shooting can, Littlepip allowing herself to be played by groups and organizations like a hoof plays a clit. Then goes up against them like a little bug.”

Hey, I had more self respect then this!

“You know addicts they don’t really play to win they play to lose. It’s the crash that they live for. Like opening a lock on a door and a gun torrent on the other side shoots you to smithereens.”

Ouch, that happened more times then I hated to admit.

“Look at you now, you were raped my sound, fucking sound and your body craves for more?”

“I’m not an addict,” I moaned out loud. Wait? I felt my foreleg and hoof moving. The familiar tingling feeling was in my crotch. When the fuck did I start clopping?

“We all have our drugs, we all have many drugs.”

The voice stopped talking when I was notched with the butt of a rifle.

“Enough of that little one,” Sioux Falls awoke me into full consciousness.  I groaned and rolled in a ball to hide myself, embarrassed that she caught me doing what I was doing.

“Clopping nightmare?” Sioux Falls asks sitting down next to me and giving me a bottle of water.

I took it with my horn and started drinking. I was covered in sweat and still exhausted. “You keep a lot of water,” I joked when I removed the bottle from my mouth.

“Its hard to find good water out here,” Sioux Falls takes out another bottle and a metal tin. She opens it, there were tiny white pills.

My eyes falls onto the tin and pills, “Ment-als?” I asked nervously.

“Mental something,” Sioux Falls joked.

I glare at her intensely and a little spiteful. Sioux Falls realized she did something wrong and corrected herself.

“No, not that,” She stuttered, “Prescription, Antidepressants. I told you my lover died, some times I feel like I can’t breathe without these.”

I wasn’t sure to believe her. I’ll have to keep an eye on her. But if she was lying about that I wasn’t sure what I would do.

“You have an issue with drugs?” Sioux Falls notes.

“Yeah, I have had a history,” I blushed.

Sioux Falls pats me on the back, “You’ll be okay.”

The music box stops playing. Both Sioux Falls and I look up to see Robinfire walking toward the edge of the roof.

“Robinfire no!” Sioux Falls shouts.

“Stay away!” Robinfire turns around and cries.

“If you’re sure,” Sioux Falls gives Robinfire a nod and backs off.

“What are you doing! Stop her!” I shouted at the pegasus.

Then missiles shot from the sky. They land between the three of us and explode. The ground below us collapsed. Everything went black, I felt water drip on my face. The sound of sirens rang in my ears.

I found myself hanging on the outside of the parking building. My legs dangled out the gap. I hugged and scraped the wall ledge with my forehooves. I tried to levitate myself using my magic. But my horn wouldn’t glow at all. My legs were also hanging funny. I realized they weren’t falling like they should. Instead of falling over the edge they were falling straight out.

The sound I was hearing was of metal groaning above me. A wagon slowly slides across the pavement then falls coming down on me. I scream and closed my eyes as it crashes on top of me.

Realizing I wasn’t dead, I open my eyes. The wagon had jammed it’s self somehow and was hanging two feet above me.

Water drips on my face. It was slimy and made the ledge slippery. I saw it was coming from the wagon. The murky water was splashing around in the wagon’s windows.

I almost lost my grip when the Bloater pressed its face up against the window. The glass starts cracking. It burst sending water shards and a rotting camel down on my head. Yeah, I lost my grip.

I was falling and wet, Then weightless, then falling, then came to a sudden stop with a metal clank. I was in pain.

I found myself on a smashed wagon. Smashed by me. That fall wasn’t as hard as I was expecting. I look up to see a street above me with about five stories of space between me and it. Water was flooding into them. Pillars of water flowed up or down wards from the street to the parking building. I watched one of the wagons fall upwards and smash in the street above.

I tried to use my magic again. Got notta, Was I in the Otherworld? The Otherworld was a place of rot and death.

I stepped off the wagon I had fallen on. It was covered in rust. The concrete below me was cracked and crumbly as well.

This place was of decay. I guess that counts as rot. Maybe this was a different Otherworld with different rules?

I still had my bags and side arm. I didn’t have my larger firearm on me. I assume that it was lost because of the flooding.

My bag  had popped open at some point. So, my box of ammo was missing. I was left with two healing potions and a roll of healing bandages. Also the twelve bullets in my gun for ammo. That Keyblade thing had appeared in one of my pockets.

I spotted something floating above me and crouched behind the wagon hoping it wouldn’t see me. As it passed, I could tell it was some kind of spider. A shiny air bubble was attached to it’s abdomen. It was black and pale blue in color. Thin pin like legs and knives for fangs. There were many of these spiders floating about.

I wiped the blood from my forehead. A shard of glass must have cut me.

A few feet in front of me I could see concrete falling into a hole with a wet plop. I cautiously walk up to it and peered in. I could see a pool of water. Suddenly a spider jumps out at me. I jump back and pulled out my side arm. The concrete crumbles below me. With a splash, I fall in.

At first my vision was covered with bubbles. The spider burst through them missing me. I feel my gun hit my leg and I dodge for it. The spider goes for me again. I grabbed the mouth trigger as the spider pins my leg down with it’s bladed fangs. The gun fires.

If this wasn’t underwater the gun blast would have blown a hole in the spider’s head. Now, that it was underwater. It made a concussion blast that knocked both me and the spider back.

I found myself knocked out of the water and landing on the side of a wagon. The wheels of the wagon were attached to a concrete wall, or laying against. The wheels didn’t seem to have anything really holding them in place.

In front of me was a wall of water that wiggled like gelatin. The spider jumps out, I hug the concrete wall with my hooves. The spider lands on the wagon. It gives way rolling down the wall, Giving off sparks when the metal of the wagon hits the wall. It and the spider goes smoosh at the bottom.

I found the wall I was hugging was now the floor. Goddess, this place was weird and disorientating. I spit down, It falls at my feet. I spit up, it falls to the ceiling. Okay, so we do have gravity.

Walking up to one of the flat pillars, I cautiously put my forehooves on it. For a moment I felt dizzy as the pillar became a bridge. I spit down, it lands at my feet. I remove my forehooves and fall flat on my face. Glad no one was here to see that-Celestia fuck!

I started to fall backwards. Before I could ornate myself I fell off the pillar. Luckily, I was quick enough to grab it wrapping my legs around it like a tree limb.

Slowly placing my hindhoof on the wall behind me. I felt a lightness in my head when the wall became a floor.

I planted all four feet on the ground giving a sigh of relief. Exploring this three or was it fourth dimensional world was starting to get exhausting.

Looking up at the ceiling, there was one last thing I had to try. I take a few steps back to give myself a running start. I attempt to do a back flip. I could never do a back flip. I always fell flat on my back. This time I found myself rushing to the ceiling.

“Oof!” I groan as I bashed my ribs into a concrete arch. Okay enough experimenting.

I rub my sore side and bring up the map function of my pipleg. The Predictive Structure Analysis had been running. It showed a blue cube with in a cube. The areas I been are in green and a yellow dot for me. The PSA showed me some the floors may wrap around each other and there may be a chamber in the center of the structure.

Looking at the map, it seems I would be able to access this room from the elevator shaft or stair case.

I looked up above me, I really didn’t want to risk hurting myself with another jump. I decided to walk along the ceiling for now.

As I walked over the pipes and bumps water drops on my ear causing it to twitch. I look up to see a flooding wagon. The doors pop open dowsing me with water.

Three Bloaters fall out of the wagon hitting the ceiling I was standing on. One of them smacked it’s head and stopped moving. The other two stood up and started walking toward me.

I summon the Keyblede holding it in my teeth. One creature lunges at me. I slip into SATS, with a whack it goes down. A twist in my neck and I send the end of the tip of the Keyblade into the skull. I dodge the other Bloater and smacked it in the shoulder breaking its bones as my SATS went out.

It took me three more whacks to take the thing down. The third Bloater starts to stir when my hoof cracks its skull.

Before I reached the elevator area, I ran into another spider. I took it out with my side arm.

There was a door titled "Main Building". I opened it and fell through landing on some kind of orb.

As I stood to my hooves, I noticed it was cold enough to see my breath. I shivered, Very cold.

Sioux Falls was in front of me tied to a poll. Her head was wrapped in a leather sack. She wasn’t moving. I rushed over to her.

“Sioux Falls!” I shouted, shaking the unconscious pony. She was unresponsive.

I looked around for something to cut the rope and leather mask. Sioux Falls’s saddle bag was ripped open and its contents spread across the ground. I saw her knife.

When I grabbed at the knife, a giant snake snapped at me. I jumped away avoiding its bite, the knife in my mouth.

The snake circles around Sioux Falls guarding her from me. It looked like it was made from living mist, appearing and disappearing as it moved.

My best course of action was to cut her free and run. I reared my body, swiftly dodged and ducked the snapping snake.

I slices Sioux Falls’s rope bindings. She falls limply to the ground. Not good, I’ll have to remove the ho-!

I dodged the snake again. It spins around and sinks its teeth in my chest. I scream as my flesh burns in cold. The thing shakes loose from me and returns to guarding Sioux Falls.

This thing will have to be disabled or killed somehow. I look around on the ground. Boson burner, ammo, tools, healing supplies, bottles of water and a- kimono? How do you hurt gas? Dissipate it? With what? Gases? I looked at the boson burner. If I could get it close enough.

The idea of tossing the gas chamber and shooting it with my gun as it passed near the snake, popped in my head. I dismissed that idea. It was impossible without my telekinetic magic to toss something and fire on it so quickly. Then I looked at my gun. It could work, but I would have to get bit again.

I went in, I had to sacrifice my flank so I could stick the mussel of my gun into the gas snake. I watched the snake forcefully dissipate when I fired, releasing the gun's hot gases.

Immediately, I dropped the gun and took out the knife. The leather hood didn’t remove easily. It delayed me enough for the snake to reconstitute it’s self.

I ripped the hood off Sioux Falls's face. This was followed by a shriek. The snake was screaming, it turned to glass, no water before my eyes and fell to the ground with a splash.

Sioux Falls’s face was turning blue. I’ll have to do emergency resuscitat-!

I was tackled by water. It was hard to fight back a liquid snake. Hoofing it in the face, I distorted the thing. Doing this every time before it struck at me. I made sure it couldn't sink it's fangs in. But this wasn’t going to last forever and the damn thing was cold. My hooves were getting numb.

The boson burner was by my feet. I ducked and grab it stuffing the thing into the liquid snake. Gas leaked from the burner making bubbles in the liquid body.

I kicked myself free from close quarters combat running for my gun. I got it and fired hitting the boson burner. The liquid snake explodes into flames.

I pressed my lips to Sioux Falls’s mouth and forced air into her. The snake rams me in my flank knocking me off my feet. This burst apart the snake for a moment giving just enough time to give chest compressions to Sioux Falls. The snake rears for another attack when the purple granite pony coughs up water.

Something sharp and cold pierces my shoulder. I found myself being held up in the air by a snake of solid ice. It's tail spearing my body. 

Sioux Falls coughs as she sits up clenching her chest. I realized she was choking on something. 

The snake aims it’s icy head at my neck giving a toothy smile as it rears to bite.

Sioux Falls hits her throat hard with her hoof and coughs out a solid red stone. A bezoar of some kind. The stone floats up into the air, then there were sirens.
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FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending triggered if Sioux Falls dies.
_

Sioux Falls crouches in the back seat mumbling in a catatonic state. A ringing pipbuck was around her wrist. Water leaks in from the floor at a quick rate. 

“Mommy, Daddy, please wake up, The water’s so cold and Verny won’t get up too. Why won’t the doors open? I want out, please let me out the water’s cold.”

The pipbuck's voice mail answers with the speakers on. “Miss Falls where are you, We called you a half hour ago. Your partner has taken a turn for the worst and don’t have long.”

The caller hangs up and a few moments later calls again. The ringing triggers a memory in Sioux Falls causing her to scream.

She was driving along a cliff face when her pipbuck rang. She looks down to answer it, her wagon drives off the edge and splashed into the lake.

The wagon starts to crack and creek as the water pressure pushes down on it. A memory of younger times takes over her mind once again.

“Mommy, Daddy, please wake up, It’s cold so very cold.”

The last bit of light disappears.

> Chapter 4: A Trip to the Police Station
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Have you ever seen such aberrations? Ever even heard of such things? You and I both know, creatures like that don’t exist,”
_

I found myself and Sioux Falls out in the street. Sioux Falls got her wits about her before I did. She gave me what was left of our healing potions. The smoking wreckage of the Parking Building were behind us.

“What the hell?” I heard Minty Love speak as she coughed.

The minty color unicorn wonders into view. Her hoof kicks the red bezoar.

“What’s this?” She picks up the stone with her magic, “Aglaophotis? Yes! Ah ah ah!”

Minty Love takes the stone and runs down the street.

“Robinfire!” I shouted, Stumbling through the dusty and pink mist covered streets.

Gunfire rain down from the sky. Sioux Falls and I ran down the street. As we ran misty black figures rushed past us pushing the pink mist away around them. One of the black things past through me and my air left my chest for a moment making me dizzy. The bullets land a few feet next to me chipping the asphalt and I got my butt moving again.

We turn the corner, I could hear the sirens again, Not again, not now I just left the Otherworld. A head of us the mist broke revealing a world of darkness blood and metal. The rusty bull stood in the middle of the grated streets. It aimed it’s giant battle saddle at us priming the weapon.

“Casta Torus,” Sioux Falls says at the sight of the creature.

At the last moment the barrels of the Casta Torus's battle saddle aimed up and opened fire on Dashit who was flying over head. Dashit fires back officially putting the two at war with each other.

Sioux Falls taps my shoulder and points down a narrow alleyway. We ran down it getting out of the battle field. At the end if the alley was a chain link fence witch the two of us jumped. Okay, I jumped Sioux Falls birdie hopped.

My hooves hit the concrete incline of a spillway. I hand to turn my body to the side to stop myself from falling into the water. Sioux Falls screams and frantically flapped her wings a few more times that carried her to the other side of the artificial riverway.

I give Sioux Falls a look,

She looked back at me hyper ventilating, “I…can’t…swim…”

How the heck can a pegasus drown? Can’t they just fly out of the water? I shook off my confusion.

“Well one of us needs to cross,” I point out.

Sioux Falls clinched her wings to her body. “I have a thing with large bodies of water.”

“What do you mean by a thing?” I ask trying to put on a smile.

“When I was a filly I was in this accident with a sky wagon and a lake,” Sioux Falls answers.

“I can sympathies,” I shrugged. “I grew up in an underground stable. I have my own issues with the sky,” I pointed upward with my hoof. “I’ll come over to you okay?”

Sioux Falls nods,

I covered myself in my green glow. My feet lifted from the ground. I slowly float over the water way. Below me I could see head lights shining from under the water. Bubble rise up from the water as something broke out.

Suddenly a spider jumps over Sioux Falls and on top of me. I was underwater, but I wasn’t wet. I was trapped in the bubble the spider creatures carried with them. The air in the bubble made my head feel woozy. The spiders pin like legs swiftly pierce the bubble and my flesh. The contact points start to fell numb.

My pipleg starts casting an anti poison spell. It stopped the spreading of the paralyzing venom for now. But if I was injected with more before the spell recharged. Another down side I can’t use SATS until the recharge.

I violently thrust my horn into the spider’s abdomen, in and out. Black goo ran down by face and into my main. The spider removed its needle legs from me and ejects me from its bubble.

Bloaters start grabbing at me. One bites into my hind leg. I closed my eyes and force all I could in my horn. I parted the water way like Starswirl the Bearded parted the sea. All the monsters were pushed back from me.

Sioux Falls swoops in. She grabs me and I let the water fall in with a loud crash.

>

I take a pack of healing potions off the shelf of the Quick Stop Station. I pulled one out and drank it.

A hairless pony figure lay in the fetal position on the floor. One of the monsters, It didn’t seem harmful so we were letting it be for now.

I grabbed a bag of something called sunflower seeds and opened it with my magic. I dump a hand full in my mouth and chewed. They were salt coated, husks dry not any worst then dry hay. In sided the husks were sweet tasting meat. I ground the whole thing into a pulp and swallowed it all.

“Ack!” Sioux Falls screams.

I turn around the corner to see Sioux Falls finish killing a Pipbuck with a serrated shovel. She spits white globs from her mouth.

“What happened,” I asked blushing.

“I surprised this thing, It was behind the counter,” Sioux Falls explains, “It reared up and sprayed me in the face.”

Sioux Falls looks at the large bag of sunflower seeds I was holding, “You know that a whole bag of that stuff has enough sodium to take out a horse? I’d suggest getting the unsalted kind and packing them in your saddle bag for later.”

“Thanks for the advice,” I spotted a box of sugar glazed mushrooms I had to try.

“There is a chainsaw in the tool shed, I’m going to see if I can get it working,” Sioux Falls told me as she walked out.

I grabbed a dried carrot and muched on it as I walked to the news paper rack. I paused at the rag that had the head line “Is Luna Alive and Married to Bighoof? They are Living in the Woods to gather.” And picked up something more legit.
_

Lyra Heartstring died today. As most of you know Lyra is the founder of the Humanity Museum. She survived by her daughter Toxic Love. More on A2

Waterland closeted today after all their dolphins mysteriously disappeared. The mare in charge the unicorn Sea Swirl stated the dolphins soon disappeared after their last show. An act where they sing the Equestain national anthem. More on A1
_

Thump!

A loud sound that came from the bathroom startles me. I looked over and seen that the door was closed. Feminine moans started to emit from behind the door.

“No! Littlepip! Don’t look!” A mare screams, no that was my mother’s voice.

I rushed over to the door. When I opened it a blade swung at me. It scraped my muzzel making a cut just under the eyes. I winced as I was blinded for a moment.

“Littlepip please turn away, at don’t look at mommy!” A blur image pops in my head. One of my mother leaning over a bed being rammed by a buck as she screams and moans.

I open my eyes to see the same image but with two, no one monster. It was fused at the hips. The upper half seemed to be having intercourse with the bottom half. The bottom half moaned in a mare’s voice. The forelegs of both the upper and lower halves had long spikes for hooves.

The thing spears at my face as it moves in to attack me. I glow my horn, A cut on my cheek breaks my concentration. Too close quarters to use my magic.

I ram forward spearing the upper half of the creature in the throat. I remove my horn as I dodge an attack from the bottom half. Blood sprits from the gaping hole in the neck.

Grabbing my Keyblade from my inventory and using it to slam down on the neck of the bottom half. I could hear it’s spine crack. The thing falls upon its self and I put the Keyblade through the upper head then approached the bottom head.

The crying thing looked sad and in pain. If I stared at it, it looked like my mother’s face. Crack! The Keyblade went into its skull.

“Yip! Yip!”

“Aaah!” I jump and spin around to see a Spritebot.

“Sorry about that Mira was just telling me he found you,” Mr. Black’s voice came over the machine.

More barking, “Woof, itp ruff,”

“Sorry again, he’s trying to tell you that Celestia is trying to communicate with this world.”

My ears and tail perked up, “Celestia is trying to contact me!” I said excited, “Wait, how is she talking to you?”

“Mira can pick her up on his console,” Mr. Black told me, “It’s a little choppy but he found a way that should boost the signal. I told her that you are in Silent Ponyville. She seemed very excited about that and says she’ll have to do more research with somepony called Life Bloom before risking waking you up.”

“Awake?” I them mumbled, “So? I am asleep at the SPP,” I perked, “So this is all a dream, a nightmare. I don’t even have to worry about dying.”

Mr. Black coughed to get my attention.

“Wait? I’m missing something?” I asked concerned.

“Your theory seems sound but keep in mind this isn’t a normal dream,” Mr. Black tells me, “Powerful magic is needed to save you. Who knows what happens if you die here. Sometimes dreams have a story. I suggest to keep fallowing this one and sees where it leads in the meantime.”

“Umm, Sound advice from a dream pony,” I paused for a moment, “There is that bit with Luna’s body, Maybe her soul or whatever is crying for help and I can’t break the spell until I free her.”

“That would have been another suggestion,” Mr. Black adds, “But I didn’t want to ask you to continue on your quest to help me after this revelation.”

“It’s alright,” I cheered, “Besides if I got wrapped up in this world who knows how many other ponies. Any, all, or no pony I have met on this journey could be real and in the same boat as I. Intel I know for sure.”

“I think there for I am,” Mr. Black mused.

“What?” I asked.

“Just reminding my self- kessska-“

“Some naughty ponies been abusing my Spritbots,” An oddly familiar young filly’s voice came out of the machine.

“Who are you!” I demanded as I secretly aimed my gun at the Spritbot, “I’m Pinky Pie!” The child's voice replied.

“No, Pinkie Pie is not a filly,” A moment of shock goes over me as I realized, “No fucking way, no in this goddess damn fucking goddess world way. Silver Bell?”

The Spritbot cuts out, before the music could start, I put a bullet in it. Sioux Falls came running up. She looks at the new dead monster and sparking Spritebot.

“Happy hunting?” She asked.

I smiled with a replied,

“I guess we should clear our rooms better?” Sioux Falls remarks.

“Well the bot wasn’t your fault it seeked me out,” I told the purple pony as I packed seeds in my bags.

Sioux Falls wrinkled her nose at me.

“Oh, it’s not what you think, I have a friend who has a friend who can heck those things so we can use them to talk to each other,” I explained.

“That’s kind of cool,” Sioux Falls smirked, “But I’d want those things far away when she’s done using them, Um who’s your friend?”

“All I know is is name and I don’t even think that is real,” I answered, “Mr. Black?”

“And you trust this pony?” Sioux Falls asks questioningly.

“Well, as much as anypony at this point,” I shrugged.

Sioux Falls walked back outside to work on her chainsaw again. Outside on a picnic table in front of the station’s shed, Sioux Falls had lots of disassembles parts before her. She worked on this fiercely.

I walked over to check up on what the pony was doing. At this point she had a chainsaw engine half rebuilt.

“Woe, I thought you were just going to do a simple repair not make a new machine?” I remarked.

“I just felt inspired for some reason,” Sioux Falls told me in an odd rushed tone, “It’s like how to make the machine work better just flowed out in front of me. I don’t know, I just feel kind of jazzed up.”

I looked at Sioux Falls for a moment in awe. She was off, I looked at her open saddlebag on the ground. The metal tin shined.

“Liar!” I shouted grabbing the tin with my magic.

Sioux Falls turns, once she realized what’s going on she looks at me in horror. “Littlepip,” She said in a calm tone, “Please tell me what are you doing?”

“You’re a liar,” I snap tears were welling up in my eyes, “You assured me you weren’t taking ment-als.”

“Ment-als?” Sioux Falls gives a confused look then her mouth drops open, “Littlepip it’s not what you think!”

The pegasus shouts reaching for me with her hoof. I toss the little tin as hard as I could with my magic. It flies out into the mist never to be seen of again.

Sioux Falls glares at me angrily, “You bitch you know what you done!”

Tears now stream down my face. I draw my gun and aim it at her. The purple pegasus gives a worried look and takes a few steps back.

“Sorry about that,” I said regretfully, “I just can’t be around that stuff.”

“Littlepip those weren’t Ment-als,” Sioux Falls tries to explain.

“I think we should part ways at this point,” I told the pony, “I surely don’t need to be around somepony like you.”

“Littlepip please!” Sioux Falls cries with tears, “I- don’t want to be alone again! It hurts!”

“I’m lowering my gun down,” I stated, “I’m going to turn and walk away. If you fallow me, I’ll shoot. If we meet again what I’ll do will depends on you. Understand?”

Sioux Falls nod her head.

I holster my side arm and started walking down the foggy street.

As I walked I could hear Sioux Falls shout, “I still love you, you saved my life Littlepip. I just wanted you to know that!”

I put in my earbloom,

“Let it rain, bang bang,
The river’s song, clang clang,
The water takes my breath away,”

DJ Pon3’s voice pops up on the radio, “O boy Littlepip your O counter is up to eighteen. I don’t think you would get up so high so soon I also thought you’d look me up sooner then this? Well it doesn’t matter my dear you have a score high enough for two tips. To make sure you don’t spend them all in one place I’ll give you one now and other once you reach the location I give you. Trust me I’m not going to cheat you or anything it’s just a quality of information issue. You can only take one path. Okay, Robinfire is going to be at the old Police Station. Your pipleg being the magnificent creepy thing that it is will have already put it on your main objectives. Bye Littlepip and remember you damned us all.”

Yep, the location of the Police Station was on my pipleg. It’s on the other side of some kind of river. I’ll have to walk across a drawbridge. Why the hell do they need a drawbridge?

As I examined my map, I had noted a Pipbuck creature wondering not far away. It came closer toward me and I realized it was two of them butting heads like deer without the antlers.

I walked up to get a closer look. These things were taller and did indeed have the body types of deer. They locked faces with flaps.

Suddenly the creatures unlocked. I gasped in shock. These ponies had what looked like giant vaginas for faces. Their flaps pilling back revealing small needle like teeth.

I took one down with a gun blast. The other got over the top of me. I stared down it’s mouth, breath steaming my fur.

After pushing it away I double tapped and hit the other a second in the head with my hindhoof.

Well I was taking my breath, I heard a dog yelp.  I ran for the sound, It leads me to a basketball court.

A vaggie pony was eating the body of a large dog. It lifted its head to look at me.  The neck spasmed torquing the head in random odd directions. The lips peel back showing me its needle like teeth. Time to take out the Keyblade.

I could see my breath on the air. My muzzle and mane was speckled with blood. I looked sadly at the dead dog. It was a bitch, Something was odd about the nipples on her stomach. I could hear the whines and I realized what it was.

Down the nearby alley, Behind a dumpster I found the baby puppies. I smiled as my heart filled with happiness at the sight. Then my heart sank as I realized their mother was dead. I grappled with the thought of what I should do. I came down to a decision. There was no way for anypony to take care of them. I gently put my hoof on one of the fragile thing’s heads. I let my weight drop.

Squash!

>

Strange it seemed that now I was alone vagina ponies popped up everywhere. I still found the Pipbuck things everywhere. But for every one Pipbuck I ran into there were two vag ponies. Not always stuck to gather.

I only had to take out a gun twice on my way to the drawbridge. Most could be taken out with melee weapons.

The drawbridge made my agoraphobia kick in. At least with the streets I had the buildings around me. The drawbridge was wide open on all sides. Nothing but a pink walls of mist around me. The sight of it made my heart thump and my body sweat. I open a bottle of water to take a drink.

My hooves hit the bridge with a run. I wanted to move fast. If I stop I'll freez-

Woe Nelly, I put on the breaks. Unfortunately I slip in Pipbuck cum causing me to fall on my ass.

Pipbucks, Pipbucks as far as the eye can see. The bridge had them packed neck to neck. Damn, what the fuck? I’m not walking through those.

Screech!

A vag pony jumps out of the crowd and attacks me. As soon as I killed the damn thing, Two more showed up. I had to take out my shotgun and dispatched those too.

I waited a few moments to make sure no more attackers jumped out. I walked over to the side of the bridge. To my surprise the walkway was clear. The walkway also gave me a view right down into to the deep orpheus the bridge hung over.

I tried not to look over the edge as I walked. The crowd of packed Pipbucks to the side of me with the vaggie monsters walking among them didn’t help my nervousness. Yep, a creature jumped at me. I ducked, taking out my Keyblade using it to deflect the vag monster over me and falling into fog space.

I stood up and brushed some random squirts of cum off my coat. I look down at the wet slimy ground making a disgusted face. I really hate the smell of marshmallows now.

My ears automatically swivel around at the sound of flapping wings. I turn to see an undead hippogriff flying at me. I took out and fired my shotgun. The zombie hippogriff crashed into the herd of Pipbucks. I could see the vaggie ponies rushing the thing.

Beeping sirens and yellow lights flash off. Shit! I broke the bridge! I made a run for it. I could hear the gears click as the bridge slowly rose.

A slow high pitched animal squeal crawled from out of the fog. Soon, a giant slab of meat emerged into view. It was as big as a large building and resembled a bent penis with the hole on top of the head. I think the word for the thing would be whale?

I was sliding, What? sliding? With the combination of slick the Pipbuck cum and the ever rising angle of the bridge. I found myself losing my footing a riding the way down.

Pipbucks started tumbling down the side of the bridge. I duck one as it rolls over me. My hindleg snags the railing. I could hear my hip pop and feel excruciating pain as I tumble back upon myself. I found myself backwards seeing the whale pass under the erect bridge.

I hit the bend of the bridge and fall on my chest teeth clacking as I hit the ground. The bridge starts lowering. To my miss fortune the first things to stand was me and the vaggie monsters. Dozens of them charge at me. I pull out my guns and start firing.

>

The black burned remains of the Police Station were a few blocks from the drawbridge. With a dislocated hip it felt like forever.

A gray pegasus mare walks out of the doorway of an untouched part of the Police Station. I stood there red face and sweaty. She gives me an annoyed look.

“Oh, It’s you,” Dragon Scribe said coldly.

I raise my side arm to her. The pony thought this reaction was funny and started laughing.

“What are you going to do shoot me with that banana?” She giggled, “Still think you’re the wonderer of the wastelands? I’ll ask when you’ll get back to reality but I like my pay checks.”

I fired three bullets. Dragon Scribe didn’t even flinch. Even weirder she didn’t have a scratch on her. I slip into SATS and fire at her head. I miss?

“Enough of this Littlepip,” Dragon Scribe sighs annoyed, “I’m not going to deal with you right now. I have my father coming in and he’ll see you soon.”

“Dragon Scribe, this is Alchemilla come in Dragon Scribe,” A tangy voice came from the gray mare’s bag.

The pony takes out a radio. “This is Dragon Scribe,” She replies.

“Minty Love went crazy,” The voice replied over the radio.

“Ugh,” Dragon Scribe rubs her hoof on the bridge of her nose, “Couldn’t she wait until I came back-ack!”

Bang!

“Dragon Scribe are you okay!”

The gray mare puts her smoking gun away as she rips a vag monster apart with her tentacles.

“I’m okay just dealing with a civilian Amber,” Dragon Scribe replied.

“Anyway, you’re near that place where she likes,” Amber tells the pony, “Check it out for us.”

“Okay, I’ll check that lead,” Dragon Scribe answers.

Click,

The Pegasus puts the radio away and walks down the opposite street. I walk into the Police Station slipping in behind her.

I found myself in a shared police pony office area. First thing I did was jammed my bummed leg in a gap of a bench. I bite down on my teeth as I pulled as hard as I could on my leg. It went back into place with a pop and a scream. I groan in relief.

As I was recovering from my ordeal, I spotted a black binder that looked like it was recently moved or put there due to the lack of dust. There was a report in side.
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Psychopathy Report #2 Research Request. 
Report #1 focuses on our leaders mainly Celestia, Luna, Scootaloo and the Ministry Mares.
Ruthlessness, fearlessness, mental toughness, charm, persuasiveness and a lack of conscience and empathy. As stated in my last report these are traits that are useful under certain conditions. Job where these personality traits thrive attract people or cause them to develop psychopathic personalities.
One of these jobs are law enforcement. Due to the nature of this occupation I would like to analyze the personalities of your officers. I’m highly anticipating interviewing Prophet Bless by the way.

Dragon Scribe
_

Feeling better I broke into the weapons and ammunition locker. I loaded up on two shotguns two small guns and one rifle and flash grenades. I found armored barding, Even the ballcap hats were armored. I put them on and flipped it backwards. I ate one of the half pound bags of seeds because I was hungry and it gave me room for more ammo.

Then I walked up to the bulletin board,
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Dash

I have found out that the use of Dash is on an all time high through the city. I even found some at the precinct maybe using or selling the drug. I put Prophet Bless in charge of investigating these reports among our ranks. Please answer any questions he has with respect. We are all on the same side.

Chef Boxcar
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On the other side of the board was another note,
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Fire Investigation Report

Punny Cuts and Hard Gut officers under the commanded of Prophet Bless’s Internal Affairs unit were last seen in the evidence storage area before the fire started. They claim to have been there to inventory the amount of Dash in the locker. The locker the fire started in.  I want them as well as Prophet Bless to report to my office as soon as possible for reinterviews.

Lieutenant Beltlet
_

I walked around to the jail cell room. I smelled the creature before I could see it. It smelt sweet and of rot. The Pipbuck creature was in a cell rearing up on its hindlegs. I had to turn away when I saw what was in the cell next to him.

Some sick fucker tied a mare’s thighs to the bar of the cell next to the one the Pipbuck was in. It was fucking her, it’s cum pooled at their feet mixing with blood and urine. The mare’s head was lying on top of the cell’s sink, her hooves tied around the pipes. The mare weakly swallows as water trickles into her mouth. She could have been living like this for days. If I had to guess the Pipbuck could live forever from the best I could tell.

She had a pipbuck around her foreleg. The machine not the creature. Witch told me she was an officer.

Smeared on the wall above her were the words in blood. “I Diamond Dog Dare You.”

I picked the lock opening the mare’s cell. The mare didn’t seem responsive to me. After removing her bindings she didn’t fall to the ground to my dismay.

I wrinkled my nose as I looked at what I must do. Damn, what the fuck, The two beings were stuck firmly in coitus. The mare’s rear parts were so swollen I wasn’t going to pull her free from this thing. I stabbed the Pipbuck in the head with a combat knife I picked up from the police locker. Then I moved to the base of his cock and cut into the member. It was rough like cutting into a rope-

Pisssssss!

An explosion of white goo came out of the side of the monster's penis. I squeal and fall on my butt covering my face as the room is sprayed in a white fountain. I had about enough of this shit and stabbed down on the member finally severing it.

I could taste the sweet on my lips. The thought of it made me sick. As the mare hits the floor, she unleashes a horse scream. Her body conversed in a seizure, rolling over on her back. I jammed the butt of the knife down the mare's mouth to stop her from swallowing her tongue.

There was a pop, as the dismembered cock and cum flew out from her hole. I watched her breathing stop. Her distended stomach shrank as a white and red streaked liquid flowed out of her.

What the fuck? My mine tried to cope what the hell I just seen. What the fuck just happen? I sat there in shock. My body felt funny, a familiar kind of funny.

I looked at the dead mare, her deformed stomach and the fluid on the floor. No, no, no, this was like a scene from a dirty comic I read once. Like a cartoon. Goddess no, What the fuck?

I was crying, I didn’t know when I started crying. It didn’t feel like I was crying but I could feel the tears.

The funny feeling of my body was stronger. It felt ment-alish. It had to be the disconnection I was feeling. My mind raced replaying the events. Trying to figure out what I could have done. I could have gave her a healing potion before untying her.

“Or a bullet in the brain,” The nasty little pony in my head added, “Then again you wouldn’t be feeling that wonderful crash of failure you would be right now.”

“What do you mean?” I sincerely replied to the voice in my head. Out loud and everything. What the fuck is happening to me?

“Oh come on that twitchy mental feeling? You know what gambler's high is?” The voice answers, “That rush when you lose, You’re baking in it right now as you sit here in shock. Its why you take risks Littlepip, your mommy’s little pony after all.”

I was snapped back to reality by the heave of my stomach. I frown as I realized I puked on the dead mare. My mine started to buzz off again.

“Holy fucking shit!” A buck’s voice shouts, “Littlepip? Oh fuck Littlepip!”

I felt myself get tugged. There was a blur of moment then. Yeah! Wet!

I look around dazed, I was in a shower room. Prophet Bless was a cross from me sitting on his hunches. I was naked? Eeeerk! I screamed and kicked whacking Prophet Bless in the groin.

“Ah!” Prophet Bless rolls over on the floor.

“Prophet? What the hell?” I gave a confused look as I get to my feet.

“I found you in that detention area,” Prophet Bless groaned, “Goddess, you looked horrible.”

My head still felt ment-alish and I paused as my brain recalculated the events that happened to me. My eyes filled with tears. Prophet Bless looks up at me. From this angle he really looks like Homage. My heart flutters. He must have felt it because he moves in for a kiss. I scream again and kicks him in the groin again.

“Littlepip will you please stop doing that!” Prophet Bless whines cradling himself.

“You kissed me asshole,” I shouted blushing.

“You asked me to,” He snapped.

“Asked!?” I yelled.

“Okay with your eyes,” Prophet Bless yells back.

“I-um-,” I squeaked, I couldn’t say I didn’t.

“Got something to say?” Prophet Bless asks smugly.

“It’s not what you think,” I answered nervously, “This is going to sound weird.”

“You look amazing when you’re blushing,” Prophet Bless flirted.

Goddess shut the hell up! I tried to give the buck my best you want another because the third time’s the charm look.

“You look like my marefriend,” I told as seriously as I could.

Prophet Bless blushes, “A girl? That’s how you see me?”

“You’re just a feminine looking buck,” I joked.

Prophet Bless laughs. “So this marefriend who is she?”

“Her name is Homage,” I answered.

Prophet Bless leans in close, “Sure you’re not open to bucks, I believe my type of love making is compatible if you want to just stick to what mares can do?”

“She’s as sexually aggressive as you as well,” I deadpanned.

“I thought I’d ask but really would I be your type of buck?” Prophet Bless wonders, “Like if you were looking for a baby daddy?”

An image of Calamity comes to mind. “That’s none of your business!” I blushed.

Calamity would be the only buck I’d trust. In a none romantic sense of cores. I wouldn’t be able to stand the idea of some stranger’s foal in me and he isn't that bad looking of a buck. Plus a pegasus foal would be awesome. If Velvet Remedy knew I had thought this she’ll probably kick my ass.

On second thought, she may lift my tail herself for him to enter. Being it a simple reproduction matter.  More of a business affair and not really a love affair.

And repressing now,

“So you do have a type,” Prophet Bless teased.

“Could you leave me the fuck alone,” I snapped, This buck was wearing thin on me.

“Will you be sad when you are alone?” Prophet Bless asks.

Again this buck made me speechless. It was only for a moment, “Okay, you got a point,” I shook off the water with a whinny.

“So, who’s the buck you were thinking of?” Prophet Bless ask cheerfully.

“Wha?” I answered confused.

“The baby daddy one?” Prophet Bless explains.

“I don’t want to get in an awkward situation if you ever meet my friends,” I told him.

“So, how many buck friends do you have then?” He smiles back.

Something moves on the wall behind Prophet Bless. My eyes refocus to see a moving mirror. The mirror thing was kind of ram shaped but it walked low to the ground. Its face were like two heads fused at the cheek.

“Prophet!” I shouted.

Prophet Bless grabs his night stick as he turns. He smashes it against the head of the mirror pony. The head cracked like glass. Blood leaks through the cracks. As the creature was stunned, The buck slips into SATS, He takes out the creature’s knee cap and sends a hoof down on its head.

Prophet Bless yelps as glass pierced his hoof. I turned the shower on for him. He puts his hoof under the water. I use my telekinetic magic to pull the glass shards out of his limb.

“So, what kind of buck doesn’t like to look at his face in the mirror,” I teased him.

“What!” Prophet Bless snaps pulling his hoof away.

“I just assumed,” I looked at him honestly, “I noticed monsters seem to be related to the ponies who are around. At least I believe that to be true.”

Prophet Bless sighs, “Yeah it’s true.”  The buck pulls out a talisman from under his shirt. It smelled of ozone and tinny. The thing must of burnt out. “This is enchanted to hold back one’s personal demons. This magic does not work for those around me.”

“So, it’s basically some kind of purification talisman,” I noted.

“Yes,” Prophet Bless nods his head, “There is something wrong with you Littlepip, you emit so much negative energy I don’t know why.”

“I burnt out your talisman then?” I realized.

“I guess so,” Prophet Bless looks at the piece of gem and metal confusedly, “You must of spiked or something.”

“I see,” I look down thoughtfuly and sad. “That mare, we should do something with the body.”

“What body?” Prophet Bless asks

“What body? that mare in that room you found me in with that creature!” I shouted.

“Littlepip all I saw in that room was that monster and you covered in that white slime tweaking out,” Prophet Bless explains.

“That’s not true,” I cried.

“See if you want,” The buck told me.

Down stairs there were two more mirror rams. We took them out with gun fire.  We decided to call them Mirrorlings because they crawled like bugs.

Other than the bloody monster and cum spewed out on the floor. The detention area was empty.

Back in the office room I spotted a photo portrait hanging on the wall. I point my hoof at a mare standing the crowd.

“That’s the mare I seen tied up.” I stated.

Prophet Bless gives the portrait a hard look. “That’s Officer Beltlet, I haven’t seen her since the survivors of the city were order to the Stables.”

“Do you believe me about her being dead?” I asked getting emotional.

Prophet Bless sighs, “There are more things in Silent Ponyville then heaven and earth as dreamt of.”

We went to the burnt part of the police station and built a funeral pyre. As the fire burned I started having flashes of visions.

Maggots the size of my hoof were crawling on the walls. They made whining sounds. The sounds made me think of the puppies I killed. 

I closed my eyes and ran out of the room screaming.

“Littlepip!” Prophet Bless chased after me.  He touches me with his hoof. I whack it away with my own hoof. He yelps in pain and holds his wrist. “Littlepip what’s the matter?”

“Puppies,” I cried, “I killed them all. Their mother was dead. I couldn’t help them. The only thing I could do was kill them before they suffered a slow death”

“Puppies?” Prophet Bless gives a questioning look.

I wipe the tears from my eyes, “I don’t know why but I had to get that off my chest.”

The buck gives me a kind look, “You’re just a good pony Littlepip.”

“Hello?” I heard Robinfire’s voice as she walked into the station.

“Don’t shoot, Seen I fire,” She replied.

“It’s me Littlepip!” I cheered, “The buck with me is Officer Prophet Bless!”

“Prophet,” Robinfire walks into full view. She gives a confused look at him, “But that’s no-“

“Robinfire! I haven’t seen you since you were transferred to Apple Bloom’s Stable,” Prophet Bless interrupted, “How’s your husband doing? Aren’t you two pregnant yet? I heard rumors, I guess there not true if your here.”

Robinfire drops her tail and gives a very sad look taking a few steps back backing out of the room.

“Oh, sweetie what happened to your horn?”  Prophet Bless walks toward the orange formerly unicorn.

“Stay Away!” Robinfire cries.

“Honey, it’s okay,” I give Robinfire a concerned look.

“Understand you-“

“I once investigated her for selling Dash,” Prophet Bless sighs. “I was hoping she would be a forgiving pony.”

I glared at Robinfire,

“Not true!” She shouts defensively.

“Yeah, it wasn’t her,” Prophet Bless rubs his jaw, “Her husband gave me a punch once.”

“I don’t think she’s afraid of you because of that,” I point at my horn. “She had an accident, it affected her brain.”

“Robin, I’m so sorry,” Prophet Bless replied to the orange pony.

Robinfire just lowered her head. I turned away, seeing her like this made my heart ache. “I’m going to explore upstairs.” I told the ponies.

An eye was looking at me, A big giant eye. What the fuck? It peered out a hole in the wall. I had a feeling the eye made the hole. I didn’t want to know how an eye puts holes in the wall.

I unlocked the chief’s office. He had a computer terminal sitting at his desk. I decided to risk hooking my pipleg to it. To my surprised nothing dangerous happened. A message pops up on my pipleg.
_

I’m writing this to admit my sin. I helped the mob that burned Luna’s body. We had to, she refused to remove the clouds. As you may have heard or even seen yourself. Those of us who are immortal are those who first appeared in Silent Ponyville. We are immortal because we saw God. I’m not talking about Celestia or Luna. It’s hard to explain. God has no will, God isn’t even alive, God is truth. Those who seen that truth are immortal and youthful because of that.

Luna sealed God away with the clouds. Out of sight, our power over God was diminished. We lived our lives and started having children. Our children aged, we didn’t. 

I was head of Luna’s royal guard at the time. Scootaloo who took command as Luna’s second told me that once Luna seen how angry we were that she would unveil God making our children immortal. Then the fire started. Luna didn’t run from the fire. She would rather die than make our children immortal. But she didn’t die. Being the Olympian that she was she lived after her limbs burned away and her internal organs were roasted.

Luna is now in a coma and could never clear the sky in her state. I kept mine and Scootaloo's roles quiet. For that Scootaloo made me head of the Silent Ponyville’s federal police.

Chef Boxcar
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FOOT NOTE:
If you kept Sioux Falls in your party, her lover would have appeared at the Police Station instead of Prophet Bless.

> Chapter 5: The Humanity Museum Horror
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Everybody tells me that it's old and fake mythology, It's a mystery, anthropology!”
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We camped for lunch at the Pound and Carrot Cake Shop across the street. Robinfire didn’t want to eat anything maybe because she’s a ghoul. Then again when ghouls went zombie they ate meat and Ditzy ate cupcakes. I was feeling the low of my emotional roller coaster. Shit, it is like a damn high.

The sugary smell and taste in the air made me nauseous for obvious reasons. Prophet Bless chowed down cake like there was no tomorrow.

“How can you eat all that?” I asked as I pulled off the tab of a can of poppy seeds popping the top off. I stuck my muzzle in the opening and started licking up the tiny black seeds.

“My kind consume a tone of calories,” Prophet Bless boasted pounding his chest.

Robinfire gave Prophet Bless a nervous look. She had been giving him many nervous looks and I was starting to think there was more going on between them. I was sure they’d work out whatever it was. I sighed licked the seeds off my lips and got back to eating out my can.

“Littlepip!” I heard Mr. Black’s voice from the street outside. I saw a Spritebot fly by the window.

I got up and opened the window. The Spritebot pushes the door and came in. Both Prophet Bless and Robinfire aim their guns at the thing.

“Friend! Friend!” I shouted.

They gave me looks as if I was a sick pony.

“Hacker friend,” I explained.

They lower their guns,

“I’ll keep those at the ready of I was you,” I added, “Pinkie may hack back.”

Robinfire smiles, “Nothing worry I’m about.”

“Lucky, I caught you when I did,” Mr. Black tells me, “Mira got a straight line commune-K with Celestia. We can have her talk directly to you.”

“Awesome when can we speak,” I smiled.

“She needs a few minutes,” Mr. Black answers, “Meantime your friends are concerned and they are coming right up to see you. They are going to pick up Homage and Life Bloom at some place called Ten Pony Tower first. It should take them a few days by sky wagon.”

I blushed, “They really don’t need to trouble themselves that much. It's not like they can do anything can they?”

“You’re saying this floating ball of metal can talk to Celestia?” Prophet Bless says dismissively, “She died a long time ago.”

Robinfire taps on Prophet Bless’s shoulder, “No have time meaning.”

“Yeah, your right,” Prophet Bless agrees.

I was confused,

There was barking over the Spritebot.

“Oh, Celestia is ready,” Mr. Black told us.

After a moment Celestria’s sweet voice came over the Spritebot, “It’s good to see your alive and well Littlepip.”

“Its good to hear your voice my goddess,” I cheered back.

“See can us she!” Robinfire hides her bloody bandages with her hoof.

“So, you’re the other goddess,” Prophet Bless rises an eye brow, “Why have you abandon your sister?”

“She was dead, and I didn’t know about this place,” Celestia sighs, “I should have known, there were plenty of clues, Oh Scootaloo, why?”

“What should you have known?” I asked, “The way Mr. Black spoke you know what Silent Ponyville is.”

“Truth be told this is the second place to be called Silent Ponyville,” Celestia answers, “I guess she liked the name.”

“Ponyville was a happy place for her after all,” I said reminiscently.

“But you can come? you can save us?” Prophet Bless adds in, “At least bring back God?”

“God?” Celestia said shocked, “Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear. Littlepip suckle my tits and call me mommy. Oh dear.”

“What!” I shouted blushing.

“Sorry, I guess I’m picking up your bad habits,” Celestia replied

I never seen Celestia unnerved.

“Goddess you are making me nervous and I don’t feel like we have much time for you to have a panic attack.”

“Ah yes, sorry,” I could feel Celestia blushing over the Spritebot, “It’s hard to explain, “What you call God, I call Bible, it has no will of it’s own unless you give it one. Has no form unless you give it one. That form could be anything. For me and my sister, It took the form of our mother and once seen it made us immortal.”

“I and many others have seen it and are immortal because of it.” Prophet Bless points out.

“You’re immortal?” I said in shock.

“It’s not a big deal,” Prophet Bless shakes his head.

“Okay how?” I asked in disbelief.

“Ponies get close to the Bible when dreaming," Celestia tells me, "Closer once dead. It can make a dream with in a dream.”

My heart drops, “I-I’m dead?”

“No, your body has no soul-” Celestia explains but was cut off.

The Spritebot cracks and another voice came up. “Again with the hacks?”

I smash the thing before it could play anymore music. My companions gives me a look of what should we do next.

I sigh, “Let’s see if there are anything useful for supplies we can take before we go.”

Exploring I open the pantry door. A hoard of flies came flying out at me. I could feel them landing and biting on me. I scream in horror, closing my eyes. Prophet Bless and Robinfire run over to my direction.

“Is something attacking you?” Prophet Bless asks gun at the ready.

I opened my eyes to see the flies gone. Inside the pantry was the mummified body of a foal with the chest ripped open. If I didn’t know better something came out. On the back of the door written in blood. “Hail my god, the Lord of the Flies.” I think there was an war time book called that about young colts on a sky wagon shot down by Zebras and crashing on an island.

I noticed the cake shop suddenly smelt rotten. Going back out front to my disgust all the cakes had maggots growing on them. My stomach turned. I felt like throwing up when Prophet Bless started eating one of the cakes.

“I know you don’t feel like eating cake but do you have to look at me like that?” Prophet Bless asks.

“You don’t see them?” I shook my head, “Never mind, have fun eating bugs, Just this city playing tricks on me.”

Prophet Bless gives an unhappy look at his cake. I walked up to the second floor. The upper part appeared to be living quarters. I found another pair of dead ponies in the bed room. At frist I thought they were a couple. Examining the room I realized they were the brother and sister cake. I found a paper C with a note saying “C for Cake”

The earth shakes from an explosion. I run down stairs to see smoke bellowing down the street.

“What happened?” I yelled.

Robinfire replied with a look of confusion.

“I think something is attacking the police station,” Prophet Bless shouts, “At least what’s left of it.”

“Shit,” I grabbed a rifle and run for the roof exit up stairs.

Prophet Bless turns to Robinfire, “Guard the door!”

I could hear his hoof clops fallowing me.

The roof door was locked. Magic and click. I creek the door open. I saw the smoke rising, I’ll have to step out to get a better look. Noting the color of the roof I strip off my barding.

“What are you doing?” Prophet Bless asks giving me a funny look.

“My fur matches the color of the roof,” I explain, “Better then black barding.”

Prophet Bless looks at me then the roof pavement then back at me.

“Okay, it kind of matches,” I conceded.

“I’m coming too, I blend as well as you.” Prophet Bless began to take off his barding too.

We cautiously step out into the open. I could see Dashit flying over head now. I knew it had to be him.

“We need to get him on the ground,” Prophet Bless whispers.

“I know, and I have it covered,” I whisper back.

“Good,” Prophet Bless takes the rifle. “You spot I’ll shoot.”

I spot a very expensive looking wagon down the street. I rocked it with my magic. The thing starts blaring noise. Dashit flies in to investigate.

Prophet Bless looks through the sights with one eye, I’d imagine his SATS acting like a scope. “I have him in my sights.”

“Three blocks,” I glance the smoking building, “And zero wind.”

I slip into SATS to get a better look. Dishit looks up and smiles at us. Shit! Don’t tell me his enemy detection is working!

Prophet Bless fires, Dashit fires, The missiles hit the side of the building as the bullet hits Dashit’s head. I feel the ground below me give way.

“Run!” I shouted as the front half of the cake building slid away. Prophet Bless grabs me and we took to the air.

I watched the roof exit slip away. Fuck there goes our barding. I look back at the police station now a full smoking rubble. Double fuck, can’t get anymore.

Prophet Bless noticed the look on my face. “Don’t worry Robinfire could be okay.”

Shit, Littlepip you forgot about her!

We land on top of the rubble.

“Robinfire!” I shout, then I turned to Prophet Bless, “Believe it or not this is the second time I lost her in a building collapse today.”

“Oh, when I was fighting in the war I had three buildings fall on me in one day.” Prophet Bless kicks the ground. “I found our barding, and it’s pretty mangled.”

“Take them, I'll see if I can make one good barding out of that,” I replied moving a load of rubble with my magic.

“Help!” I heard a cry. I move more rubble. Robinfire pulls herself out.

I was about to smile and give her a hug when we all heard the click. We freeze in place. Dashit had his battle saddles aimed at us.

“Yeah, I’m walking away from this one,” Prophet Bless turns, “Come Robinfire,” and starts walking down the street.”

“No,” Robinfire snaps.

“Yeah, thanks for the loyalty guy,” I glared at the buck.

“You should be talking murder,” Dashit snaps.

“Okay what?” I reacted.

“What you did to me?” Dashit taps the bleeding part of his helmet, “Will be only the beginning.”

I see him put lips on the bridle trigger. My horn glows and I shut my eyes.

Ka-Boom!

I open my eyes, Dashit was screaming blinded by the flash grenade. Prophet Bless and Robinfire were blinded as well. I charge in and pushed my shotgun into Dashit’s neck.

It took two shots to sever the head. The head fell to the ground and kept moving as if it was gasping for air. I freaked out with a scream and fired into the head until it was a bloody mess.

Dashit’s body stretched out its wings and flies away into the sky.

“Hide…cover…fast?” Robonfire suggests.

I look up the map. “Well, the closest large building is the Humanity Museum. We might even camp there for the night.”

“Mason? Cherry?” Robinfire asks.

“Well we always have DJ Pon3,” I answered, “I wanted to see what shape we are in once we reach the Humanity Museum before using that card.”

As we walked to the museum we fought monsters along the way. We used melee weapons to save ammo. Having to fight and kill two or three creatures every block as we walked was taking it toll.

There were still Puckbucks and Vaggies and we killed a Babybucker hiding under a car.

We found a near by sewing shop to work on fixing our barding. I took the chance to talk to Prophet Bless.

“So, what happen back there?” I snapped at the pony.

“What?” Prophet Bless answer’s innocently.

“Tossing me to the dogs,” I growled.

Prophet Bless suddenly punched me in the face. I lose my balance and fall to the ground. The police buck puts his hoof on my shoulder pinning me down.

I had to admit, he was stronger then he looked. I glared back at him with my bloody lip. I wanted to strike him back but couldn’t.

“Prophet stop!” Robinfire cries.

Prophet Bless gently lifts his hoof off me and backs off a foot. “Just, cutting to the chase sweetie, I’m a survivor, I have been in war and I know what death feels. We can’t have grudges out here. You’re not going to trust me fine. We still need to work together. We keep each other alive because it helps each other out in the long run. I will not die needlessly.”

I licked the blood off my lip, “And this?”

“You have anger issues and a gun,” Prophet Bless snapped, “Best to defuse you as quickly as possible.”

We left the sewing shop and I spent the next two blocks in quiet shame. Finding myself thinking about what I did to Sioux Falls.

I heard the cries and wine of babies. I motioned for us to stop. Looking up we could see floating fish above us.

They seemed to be some kind of giant ugly brown Catfish things that could swallow a pony whole. We notice they seemed to be nibbling at building walls.

A giant green grub falls off the side of the building next to us splattering at our feet. Prophet Bless screamed and gave the thing a horrific look. I guess the buck doesn’t like bugs. This made me smile.

“Do run we?” Robinfire asks.

I look at Prophet Bless. He seemed to me shivering standing over the dead maggot.

“We can’t stay here,” I told Robinfire, I motion to the buck with my head, “I think Prophet Bless is struck with PTS.”

One of the Catfish things noticed us and was floating down to street level.

“Prophet, Pleas, snap out of it!” I shook the pony.

“My brothers my sisters, they ate them all those bastards ate them all,” He mumbles to himself.

I slapped the pony as hard as I could with my hoof. It felt good considering the slug he gave me. Prophet Bless snapped out of it enough to reach into his saddle bag. He pulls out an inhaler. Wait Dash! The buck takes a hit from the inhaler. He suddenly gets to his feet.

By now a Catfish was staring at Robinfire face to face. She held back her melee weapon. When she stepped to the side the Catfish fallowed. Robinfire turns to run. The Catfish circles around her and stares back into her eyes. Suddenly it opens its mouth with a low growl revealing needle like teeth.

Prophet Bless rushes in and stabs the Catfish with a combat knife. The creature screech in pain. All the other Catfish stopped what they were doing and turn to look at us.

“Run now!” Robinfire shouts.

The school of giant fish dive for us. We ran down the street. Unfortunately for us we ran into a pile of crashed Mini Mac’s. The Catfish still chased us as we jumped ducked and weaved through the pile of vehicles.

On the other side was the Humanity Museum. There was a metal gate around it all we had to do was jump it.

Robinfire gets her chest stitches caught on one of the decorative spikes. It popped a few loops ripping her flesh and leaving her to hang there.

I tried to cut the fishing wire with my knife. The knife does nothing to it. Prophet Bless grabs the fishing wire with his mouth and pulls. The decorative metal snaps and Robinfire hits the ground with a thud.

We reached the main doors. I pushed against them, but they didn’t open. Chains were wrapped around the handles. No problem just use my magic and- fuck combination lock.

“Memo!” Robinfire shouts.

“Read it!” I shouted back.

“Anymore read can’t,” Robinfire replied.

Prophet Bless fires his gun at the door’s glass. They made holes but the glass didn’t break.

“That’s against the laws of physics,” He snapped.

Catfish were coming down upon us.

“Don’t move!” Robinfire shouts.

We all froze and the Catfish stopped.

“Okay, what’s going on?” I whispered to Robinfire slowly backing away from one of the monster fish.

“Catfish, bottom feeders, eyes, not good, sudden movements, No,” Robinfire told me.

“Okay,” I replied understanding.

Just then, Prophet Bless hopped up on Dash, screams as loud as he could and ran down a side path.

“Well, he’s dead,” Robinfire remarks with a smile.

I gave her a glare, Granted he was charming, also kind of an ass. He has helped me. Even if he could drop me at a hat.

“Don’t, help him, Please!” Robinfire told me.

I took a moment to think. This wasn’t right and I was about to run after Prophet Bless when Robinfire grabs me.

“You have, no clue,” Tears rolls down her cheeks.

I sighed and looked at the memo,
_
The answer to the lock is her favorite riddle.
_

I put the piece of paper down and looked up at the large doorway. Above there was a plaque with a statue of a sphinx. The words on it, “What has four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, Three in the evening?”

Man, I absentmindly answered in my head. Wait a minute.

I twist the lock to the numbers 423, It clicks open.

The inside was dark, Our equestrian night vision kicks in. I found a map near the gift shop. I had to shine my Piplight on it. We ponies maybe able to see in the dark but reading is another matter.

I heard a tingle of music, I turn to see Robinfire playing with a Music box that looked like the one she had in her bag but this one had a figure of a human ballerina in it. I could tell she was crying so I gave her a moment.

“Okay,” I announced looking at the map, “It seems-“

“Ooo!” I was interrupted by a loud animal noise.

“That’s not good,” I remarked and continued on, “There is a generator down stairs next to the maintenance room.”

“Guard stay I’ll the here door and,” Robinfire told me.

“Good plan,” I replied, “Shoot your gun if you need help.”

I went down stairs through the back office doorway. Shit, I can hear breathing, there is something down here. I got my SATS ready anticipating sudden combat.

I seen a figure moving on the ceiling covered by the shadows. It wasn’t the direction I was going so I ignored it.

“Ouch!” 

I shined my Piplight on some barbwire on the floor. Then I heard a light groan. Moving the light up I found a body crucified to the wall wrapped from head to toe with barbwire. Wait, this was a monster, A Ragdoll pony.

I took out a knife. I debated about slitting the things throat. My knife went in. Whatever this thing was I couldn’t let it suffer.

The generator ran off a talisman that had to be jump started with unicorn magic. All the lights in the building went on.

I heard a loud shreik and a large blur rushed past the doorway. This made me jump. As my heart recovered I saw a slower smaller creature run past making a whaling sound. The thing was covered in long stringy hair. It ran up right and had long claws.

Then I heard gunfire. I rush forward tripping and falling. My hind hoof got tangled in a loop of barbwire. I removed the wire from my cut and bleeding ankle.

There was nothing in the hallway. When I got up stairs I saw Prophet Bless and Robinfire grappling with each other.

“Lying bastard!” Robinfire shouts pushing Prophet Bless back with the body of her gun.

“Oh, don’t hold grudges dear,” Prophet Bless rams his head into Robinfire.

“It was you!” Robinfire screams in tears. “Whole time! You tortured me! It was you!”

I pulled the two apart by picking them up into the air with my telekinetic magic.

“How did you escape the fish?” I asked the buck.

“Side door, It led to some old costume shop or something,” Prophet Bless answers then smiles. “Your are into mares right?”  He remarks spinning upside down.

“Yeah,” I snapped.

“You must make her happy with your degree of magical manipulation,” The buck adds.

I blushed and drop him on his face. Then Robinfire, not on her face.

“Okay, Just what’s going on between you two?”

“Dash!” Robinfire shouts pointing at Prophet Bless, “Investigate me! Really him!”

“I Didn’t started using Dash until after the world ended,” Prophet Bless replied.

“Liar, Rumors,” Robinfire snaps.

Prophet Bless gives a predatory smile, “You want to hear about rumors. When you shot that perp-“

“Change-“ Robinfire started to interrupt when she was interrupted by the PA playing music.

“Welcome everyone to the glorious Humanity Museum. Where you can learn about humans and there wonderful connection to Equestria's history. Soon to be the new birth place of god.”

“This place is complete bunk,” Prophet Bless remarks in my ear.

I give him a glare, “Okay, on probation.”

The music cuts off, “Robinfire, Littlepip, Wasn’t she purple?”

“Wha?” Prophet Bless gave a shocked confused look.

“You come and witness to the god of the new world.”

The doors open up.

“Minty Love?” Robinfire notes.

“Well, she seemed happy last time I seen her with all the evil maniacal laughing,” I remarked, “We should see what she wants.”

We walked through the doorway.

“So, how did you open the lock?” Prophet Bless asks me.

“It was the sphinx’s riddle,” I answered, “The combination was the numbers stated in the riddle.”

“I love the story of the sphinx,” Prophet Bless smirks,

“Why?” I quarried

“The predator wins,” Prophet Bless tells me, “The answer “Man” is wrong. He was looking for “Human” and removes the traveler’s eyes as punishment.”

“That’s cruel,” I snapped.

In front of us there were three nude statues of humans. From the genitalia, I’d say female. Insert lesbian joke if you must. It’s not like these human things had tails to cover their privates. Not that walking with your tail up between your legs like that wouldn’t look funny.

The middle statues seemed to be of an earth human. The one to the left was a pegasus human. The right was a unicorn human. On the bottom was a plaque,

_
These three are the human types that represent the three main types of ponies. The terran in the middle, To the left is what is called an angel. The is the majestic ogre a horned human.
_

We walked down a walkway. It had mermaids, elves, and dwarves on display. Strange creaking sounds came from above us. When we looked up we could see blurs of things ducking in the rafters.

Well I was looking at a display of the evolution of humanity, an arm grabbed me. I was tossed across the room and into the hands of a Halfling.

Prophet Bless puts two bullets in the hairy ape. It falls to the floor bleeding. Prophet Bless runs up and smashed the thing’s head with his hoof. A large chunk of hair jumps off the ape revealing a smaller ape. It claws into Prophet Bless’s side. I disabled the small creature with a long Y shaped staff pinning it down. Prophet Bless smashes it’s head.

Robinfire shoots up in the rafters causing the ape creatures to back off.

“Should hold them,” Robinfire remarks.

“Hopefully,” I added.

I turned to Prophet Bless who was covering his wound with his wing.

“How bad is it?” I turn my head to look under his wing.

“Just give me a fucking healing potion,” He snaps backing away from me.

“I see your going through with drawl,” I snarked passing the buck a vile.

“Hey, I need it, It makes things clear when I get cloudy,” Prophet Bless answers drinking the potion.

“I know you think you need it,” I told him, “But the clarity is just an illusion.”

“Sounds like you been a bad girl once,” Prophet Bless flirts.

I blush, “Still a bad girl.” I giggled. Don’t flirt with him you douche.

A thud at the window draws our attention. The Catfish were circling around the building. Getting out of this place isn’t going to be easy.

“Sorry, If I knew I would have led them away,” Prophet Bless told me.

It made my heart sink to think I left him running by himself with those monsters chasing him. Prophet Bless steps forward taking lead.

Robinfire puts her hoof on my shoulder, “Littlepip no.”

“But-“ I started to say.

“Littlepip no!” Robinfire cries with tears. I felt like the middle child in a dysfunctional family.

Robinfire glances at the small ape. I looked and noticed olive colored goo on the claw. Worried, I trotted up to Prophet Bless.

“Are you sure you are feeling okay?” I asked.

“What’s the matter Littlepip?” Prophet Bless smirks.

“I saw something on that ape that cut you,” I told him.

Prophet Bless freezes,

“Sure you’re not poisoned or something?” I asked him.

“Oh,” Prophet Bless looks at his pipbuck, “I’m fine, But yeah we should take healing potions every time we are scratched by those things.”

“So, what’s all this stuff about Dash?” I asked, “It sounds like there was an epidemic.”

“Look things are bad, who are you to judge,” Prophet Bless snaps.

“Don’t tell me there’s not rehab,” I told him, “You have Alpha and Omega from what I heard. My world is just as bad as this place there has to be some pony you can go to.”

Blam!

Robinfire shoots at more apes. This didn’t make them retreat this time. We ran for the artifacts room. In front of me were robotic displays of human’s holding musical instruments. I quickly found a big red button and pushed it. A woman starts playing a lyre. Pushed more buttons drum, guitar, and keyboard starts playing. The apes turn and run away.

We reached a place called The Bon-Bon Eatery. A ragdoll pony slides out from behind the counter. It died quickly.

I noticed Robinfire giving me glares.

“What’s with the evil eye?” I asked her.

“Having, fun with, your boyfriend?” Robinfire snaps.

“It’s not like that,” I yelled blushing.

“Yeah right,” Robinfire rolls her eyes.

“It’s just he reminds me of someone,” I got starry eyed as I think of Homage. Then I thought of the pain I caused her and that look went away, “Someone I love.”

“He should-“

The next thing I knew Robinfire was on the floor bleeding out a hold punched into her side. Dead apes were littered all over the place.

I rush over to Robinfire. Her breathing was light.

“Shouldn’t have said,” Robinfire whimpered before going limp.

Prophet Bless grabs my shoulder and pulls me away. One side of my rump burned. I look back to see a large claw gash over my cutie mark.

I felt my eyes water with pain and emotion as we ran into the history room.

Prophet Bless feeds a healing potion down my throat as a voice plays over the PA.

“Some believe there was once a race of beings call humans.”

“What happened?” I asked feeling uneasy.

“You just stopped in mid sentence like you had a seizure,” Prophet Bless told me.

“Humans were sculpted form the earth by the hands of god. They form their own creations and for a time were happy.”

I swallowed nervously,

“What’s the matter,” Prophet Bless orders.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and sniffled a little, “A few years back I was tricked into eating pony meat. There is this brain disease that effect ponies that eat other ponies. There’s no test for it, so there’s always a possibility of it suddenly showing up. Now Robinfire’s dead because of me.”

I couldn’t hold back and started crying into Prophet Bless’s chest.

“The humans had hands and did many good things with their hands. But humans also did many bad things with their hands. They made weapons and had war.”

Prophet Bless pushes me back and he looked into my eyes. His eyes felt warm and loving. It made me blush.

“Nothing you did got Robinfire killed,” He told me, “The girl just has bad luck, Just look at all that happened to her.”

“But, I’m responsible for her,” I replied.

“The past is past,” Prophet Bless said, my head whooshed off at the end.

“The humans finally angered god when they tried to use their hands to become more powerful than him. So god punished the humans by taking their hands away. Without their hands the human civilization soon fell. But god took pity on some humans and gave each of them a little magic.”

I found myself at a different evolution chart. This one showed god turning humans into ponies.

“Yeah, this place is as crazy as I remember it,” Prophet Bless remarks about the display.

“You can come in if you want!” Minty Love shouts from a back door.

I open the door to reveal a living area. The smelled of cooking chocolate hits my nose. A yellow pony with a pink and blue main worked at a stove.

Me and Prophet Bless stood there in shock.

“Sorry, almost done,” She told them with a happy tone in her voice, “Help your self to the done ones.”

“Sure,” Prophet Bless scoops up an arm full of round chocolates.

The idea of eating sweets turned my stomach.

“Welcome,” Minty Love enters from the back room, “Sorry about the Yahoos out there.”

“Oh, Toxie,” The yellow mare hugs Minty Love.

Minty Love kisses her on the cheek. “Hey, Ba’Ma.”

“Toxie?” I asked as Minty Love sits across from me.

“Short of Toxicus, arrows dipped in poison blood,” A tear drops from the mint pony’s eye. She wipes her face with her hoof. “Ironic you think?” Her voice cracks.

“A projectile fired from a stringed instrument,” Prophet Bless remarks with his mouth full, “You are definitely Lyra’s daughter.”

I looked at Ba’Ma. Minty Love catches my look.

“Yes, she’s not a buck,” Minty Love snaps.

“Sorry, Just struck a chord,” I apologized keeping an eye on Ba’Ma. She looked younger then she should be. I was feeling hot and uncomfortable in my seat and started rubbing my legs together.

“Even after she’s dead my mother still does that,” Minty Love remarks.

“Yes,” I answered half listing.

“Are you googleing my Ba’Ma,” Minty Love snaps.

“Ah well,” I blushed.

“I thought the gal looked a little assay,” Prophet Bless remarks

“Stop!” I blushed.

“It’s okay dear,” Ba’Ma swishes her tail and smiles at me.

“Ba’Ma gross, how would Lyra feel when she’s resurrected,” Minty Love exclaimed

“You can do as you want dear,” Ba’Ma replied, “Your mother lived a long life, The accident was a god send for her.”

“I remember you said something about bringing back a god,” Prophet Bless points out.

Minty Love sighs and waves a gold locket, “I suppose now is the time.”

“Fine dear, I won’t be here when you’re done,” Ba’Ma replied.

Minty Love gives the mare one last hug. My heart mourned, I wished I had that kind of relationship with my mother.

“Mind if I keep some of these?” Prophet Bless says to Ba’Ma pointing at another pan of chocolates.

“Sure,” Ba’Ma replied.

Prophet Bless sticks some chocolates in his bag.

I ogled Ba’Ma’s ass one more time as Minty Love led us into the back room.

“Ever noticed you want to bang a lot of mothers?” The pony in my head remark, “Gawd, Xenith, Ba’Ma, There’s like a tone of older mares.”

I could hear a loud sniff near my rear. Turning back I saw Prophet Bless sticking his nose to my tail. He sees me looking and pulls his head back blushing.

The body of Lyra Heartstring lay covered from the neck down in a white shroud. We stood in some kind of cathedral.

Minty Love lifts her gold pendant with her magic. She takes out the red bezoars Sioux Falls coughed up.

“Aglaophotis,” Prophet Bless said in shock.

I looked at him to explain.

“It's a special type of bezoar, When consumed it removes all evil and all of evil’s poison. It’s legendary amongst addicts as something that could cure  them of their demons. But rare because it comes from a pony who’s pure of heart and untainted.”

“So, if for example I ate that then-“

“Your body becomes pure and virgin,” Minty Love finished my sentence.”

“I suppose virgin is subjective,” I remarked.

“Yes, it is,” Minty Love swallows the Aglaophotis. “Witness the birth of a new human world!”

A moment later, She pukes up blood and falls to her knees. Blood trickles down her legs. With a wet plop a three tentacled creature falls out of her.

Sirens start blazing, I hear a snapping crackle in my ear. Disoriented my body sways. Out into the bleachers I saw the rusty bull, No this was a golden bull. Next to him were other humanoid beings in masks all in gold. A goat, lion, eagle, monkey, butterfly, and a jackal.

The tentacled thing wraps it’s self around Lyra’s body. Then the creature shoves it’s body down her mouth. Tentacles grabs Minty Love. The mare screams in horror as her flesh fuses with her mother's and the monster's.

The walls crack morph and peel away to reveal gold columns. My body felt like it was doing the same thing.

I looked at my hoof. My foreleg was splits four ways with a snap. My hips spread apart with a crack. My spine creaks like a xylophone. The hair of my tail falls to the floor. My coat brakes off in clumps.

>

I was on a golden grated floor. My skin felt cold all over. Wait, skin all over? I looked at my arm. It was pink and fleshy. Is this a human arm?

The statues I seen human’s skin was smooth. This was bumpy and creatored. I looked down at my body as I sat up on my legs. My body was of a nude female. Half of it was burn and scarred with knife and bullet wounds all over.

I closed my eyes, I didn’t want to see. I wanted my fur back. Without my fur I was ugly. At least I still had my horn. Too bad my magic wasn’t working.

I opened my eyes again making sure not to look at my body. I appeared to be in some kind of bathroom. Across from me were golden toilets or thrones if you will. The whole place was like a gold palace.

I stood up avoiding eye contact with the mirror. My balance was wonky at first. My butt felt weird without a tail covering it. Between my thighs felt strange. I explored with my hand and ooo, If I never get my pony form back I got to remember how wonderful hands can be.

“Of course mommy’s little girl would go straight to the wee wee,” The voice in my head teased.

Um, well, anyway everything down there had moved to between my thighs instead of being between my butt cheeks. This kind of made me feel like a buck a little.

I walked out of the bathroom. And promptly dodged an ax. A human pulled the ax back for another swing. He had police barding on from the waist up, wings on his back and naked from the waist down.

“Prophet Bless!” I shouted.

“Littlepip?” The man replied confused. He drops the ax. “You...Look like one of those deformed monsters."

I turned my body away hiding myself in as small of a profile as possible.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean you were ugly,” Prophet Bless replied nervously, trying not to look at my ugly body. “Your face fared well. It’s pretty cute.

“Could you get me something to cover myself with,” I squeaked as I cried. Then motion down at his wang with my head. “And you can cover that up too. This standing up right crap makes us all too exposed.”

“Well this place has the same floor plan as the Humanity Museum,” Prophet Bless notes, “If the bathroom still has toilets. Then that back room by the gift shop should still have costumes.”

“In theory,” I point out, “This place isn’t an exact one to one ratio.”

A nude woman painted in gold gyrates her body in a room full of similar women. Some kind of dubstep techno music played. Something about, Living under a gold moon fallowed with erotic female moans.

All the women had their arms tied above their heads. Their bodies moved and bent in odd ways. Hair dyed black with black lines running down their cheeks from their eyes. They also had red gloves and shoes on their hands and feet. A spool of barb wire was wrapped around each one.

“See these women are attractive,” I pouted, “For human.”

“Ah, Your into bondage?” Prophet Bless teased.

“Me?” I blushed, “No, but my partner is.”

“I think these are those rag doll ponies humanized and all golded up.”

We walked acrossed the room to where the gift shop should be.

The humanized version of Minty Love sat on the counter legs crossed. She was dressed like a pink genie with a lit cigarette in her hand. A scar was on her hip and a sports bow at her side.

“Someone hit you with the ugly stick,” Minty Love remarks at me.

“This is your fault!” I yelled.

“Unintended consequences,” Minty Love shrugged, “Pony fur is highly magical. You can even set thier bodies on fire and their hair will simply grow over the scars as if nothing was there. But you know that don’t you. Speaking of unintended consequences here’s your gear,” Minty Love tosses a beg at my feet, “My mother came back as something that’s not her. I think Ba’Ma knew this.”

“You want me to help you kill her?” I realized.

Minty Love makes a gun jester and “Poo” sound. “But you should find better clothes.”

“That’s what we are here for,” Prophet Bless smirked.

“I seen you die!” I snapped.

“You seen me and my mother become one and the same,” Minty Love replied, “That’s how I know all this is wrong. Really to you sense a mother’s love in this place?”

“No,” I shook my head, “I sensed it with you and your Ba’Ma, This place is a falsesade.”

“Sometimes for me, this place feels true,” Minty Love said sadly. 

Minty Love picks out a Mare-do-well costume for me. In foal’s size. I didn’t find it as funny as she did. Using scraps of armored barding and fabric. I reinforced it. I put the mask over my face. 

I cracked my knuckles, “Let’s get dangerous.”

“Oh, you used the line from the show that’s adorable,” Prophet Bless squealed.

Yes, I’m about to fight for my life next to and asshole and a pony betrayed me what? Twice?

We stepped back in the bondage dancing room. This time in the room I noticed something strange about one of the rag doll girls. Her hair was shorter than the others. A scar was on her for head and a long thick line was stitched into her chest.

“Robinfire!” I shouted.

I pulled out my combat knife Robinfire shrieks and cries at the sight of the knife.

“Robinfire, it’s me Littlepip!” I tried to calm her down.

“Littlepip no!” Minty Love shouts.

I cut the straps holding Robinfire’s arms. They bleed squirting out black blood. Then there was a screeching sound. The rope holding her retracted into the ceiling.

Robinfire’s hands wrap around my throat. I kicked her away from me and catch my breath. The undead woman hits the ground like a limp doll. She squirms as her arms and legs were dragged against her will.

A set of large doors swing open. Two nude hairless giant gold and overly muscular men stomp into the room. They held large gatling guns at the hip. Ammo belts drug across the floor.

The men fire their guns. Bullets cut through the air and bodies of the women.

Hitting flat on the floor was a good strategy. These creatures weren’t smart enough to at anything laying on the floor.

I feel a sharp pain in my leg. I turned to see Robinfire had a good hard grip on me.

The guns of the gold men stopped firing due to overheating.

“Minty cover me,” Prophet Bless shouts.

Minty Love in a blink of an eye pulls an arrow from the quiver on her back and fires. She hits one of the gold men in the eye. Another arrow flies and she hits the other one in the neck. The two behemoths slowly walk toward her.

Prophet Bless jumps in and came down on Robinfire’s arms with an axe. Two whacks cuts into her flesh. The force broke her bones with a loud crack. It didn’t affect her hands. Prophet Bless raises the ax again.

“Prophet no more!” I cried as he goes down on Robinfire’s hands. The blade goes into my flesh. Robinfire loses her grip as some of her fingers fall to the floor.

Prophet Bless pulls me up off the ground when the guns of the gold men click on. We moved three feet before he forces me to the ground again. 

Well we were on the ground, Minty Love fires an arrow to the knee of one of the gold men. He falls, Bullet’s land near me. I didn’t care.

I fought and struggled with Prophet Bless to save Robinfire. The fallen gold man turns toward the other riddling him with bullets.

The gunfire stops. Prophet Bless stands up and drags my feet through the intestine and blood covered floor.

“Stop! We got to save her!” I shriek.

“Littlepip she’s one of them now!” Prophet Bless yells at me.

We ran into another room and sealed the door.

“We can’t leave her like that,” I cried hysterically.

“You are welcome to dance with death and walk out there,” Minty Love remarks, “I wasted enough arrows on you.”

“Littlepip, sweetie, let’s focus on changing this world back it might make her better,” Prophet Bless told me.

This calmed me down, “I’m sorry,” I apologized.

I took a healing potion for my leg. To my horror, I found one of Robinfire’s fingers stuck inside my pant cuff.

My first instinct was to drop it and kick the thing away. I instantly fought that. This could be the last piece of Robinfire anyone could see.

I slipped the finger in my pocket in hopes of giving the body part proper respect later.

A camera flash breaks my concentration. “Look at the yahoos mommy,” From behind a glass wall I could see a pair of horses pointing at me. Not ponies but fill sized horse as white as snow.

“It’s not polite to point dear,” A mother told her child.

I knock on the plexiglass the separated us from the horse race outside. At this point I noticed these horses didn’t have cutie marks.

“What kind of ponies are these?” I remark.

“Houyhnhnms” Minty Love explains, “The human equivalent would be Aryans.”

I looked at her blankly I have no idea what a Houyhnhnm or an Aryan were.

“My mother had this manuscript depicting the journeys of one Luverne Gulliver. It talked about these human worlds. Giants and of little people.” For a moment a look of bless was on Minty Loves face as she reminisced. Then she frowned, “This is just a facsimilarly.”

A heavy thud was at the door we had seal. A quick scan reveal there were no other visible doors in this room. I could see an exit down the hallway located on the other side of the glass.

Prophet Bless fires a shotgun at the window. It blows a hole out of it big enough for us to walk through.

The mother and child horse creatures scream in horror as we stepped out in the hall. We ran for the exit as the gold man burst through the door. He fires his chain gun. The screaming of the mother and child stop. I found myself wishing I did something to help them.

The door marked exit didn’t lead us outside but to another room. The door clicked and locked automatically when it shut.

I kicked at the door in frustration, angry at myself and at the golden monster, “Son of a bitch just killed them,” I cried, Tears soaking through my mask.

“Littlepip, there was nothing you could do,” Prophet Bless told me, “This just happen so suddenly, No one would have been able to save them.”

“I should of,” I screamed, “Robinfire twice,” Puppies as well, “I’m feeling useless!”

Prophet Bless gives me a hug, “It’s okay.”

It took me a moment to calm down. From the looks of it, this was a puzzle room.

A gold monkey in a three piece suit snaps it’s fingers, points forward, gives a thumbs up and then places it’s hands on its crotch. After a few seconds it did the same pattern again. And odd square panel was on the floor in front of the monkey in the room.

There were three more monkeys. They were doing the same routine as the other but with, See no evil, Hear no evil, and Speak no evil themes. A cross the room was another door with a plaque.  “Four must stand before their failings.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Prophet Bless remarks.

“I think we are suppose to stand in these squares,” I point out.

“Okay, So what’s up with the extra monkey?” Minty love adds, “Why is touch added? That’s not part of the original group.”

“My, my, maybe someone has a masturbation problem,” Prophet Bless remarks. Immediately both Prophet Bless and Minty Love look at me. I blushed, my costume soaked with sweat. I want to strip badly but I also didn’t want to expose my ugly body.

“Okay, so I stand here,” I said flusterly as I walk on the panel, “Next to the monkey touching herself.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that there are four monkeys and three of us,” Minty Love points out.

My hand touches my pocket, “There might technically be four of us in this room,” I suggested nervously pulling out the finger.

“Okay, not going to ask,” Minty Love sighs.

“I suppose she would be Speak no Evil on the account of her talking issues,” I said sadly.

“No, if your masturbation is Feel no Evil then I would be Speak no Evil.”

“Ironically honest of you,” Minty Love remarks.

The path of our conclusions don’t seem right to me. Maybe because I really didn’t want to be the touch yourself pony. Touch yourself…my mind dwelled on the words.

“Littlepip, you should put the finger in front of the See Monkey,” Prophet Bless orders, “Back when, I was investigating her for keeping quite about some illegal activity she saw.”

“Really?” Something was clicking in my head.

“Well, Ba’Ma told me that resurrecting my mother was a bad idea and I ignored her,” Minty Love sighed, “So I’m Hear no Evil.”

Minty Love starts to walk to her supposed place.

“Wait? What if we are wrong,” I suggested.

Minty Love stops. “I don’t know.”

“I think these monkeys are alive,” I point out.

“You have an alternate theory?” Minty Love asks.

I thought for a moment. “Maybe it’s not what it has to do with what we do, but what we don’t do.” I suggested, “I tend to be headstrong and not hear what my friends have to say. Robinfire can’t talk.” I blushed turning to Minty Love, “Your hip injury and your love life.”

“This does make more sense,” Minty Love agrees, “What about Prophet Bless?”

“Seeing fits me too.” Prophet Bless nods.

“Alright, Littlepip lets do what you suggested,” Minty Love decides.

We all took our theoretical places. There was a loud click. A spike goes through the masked monkey’s chests. Panels in the wall open and pulled them in as the door opens.

We stepped in a golden cathedral. A small girl with grayish green hair crawls out from under the front benches.

“Mommy?”

In realization I turn to see Minty Love, I mean Lyra, smack Prophet Bless along the face. He was knocked unconscious, hitting the ground hard.

I instantly pull out my side arm, “I knew it was too good to be true.”

“Don’t hurt my mommy!” Young Minty Love tackles me to the ground.

“Don’t rough her up too much dear,” Lyra said cattily, “I need that body.”

“Minty, Toxic, Please don’t let her do this,” I cried to the girl.

“How do you know my name lady?” Minty Love asks.

“It’s useless,” Lyra told me, “She is the loyal daughter.”

“You brain washed her to her very soul,” I snapped.

I looked at Prophet Bless’s bag. “This!” I suddenly reached over and unzipped the side pocket. Lyra fire’s an arrow into my leg. Round chocolate bon bons roll out onto the floor. Minty Love freezes at the sight of the chocolates.

“Honey, Please tie up the girl,” Lyra orders.

“What?” Minty Love wakes from her stupor.

“Tie the girl up dear,” Lyra says again politely.

“Yes, Mother,” Minty Love reaches down by my side. She swiftly grabs my combat knife and in a quick moment stabs Lyra in the chest.

Lyra’s genie top splits down the middle flopping open. Porcelain cracks run along the woman’s body gleaming gold underneath. Her pants rip away as a gold dragon tail grows out from her butt. Gold wings grow out of her back. Her skin falls off in chunks revealing gold. Wings fuses together. Strings stretch out connecting the wings to her tail. The human harp raised up in the air as the last bits of white and green hair turn gold.

I pull myself up to my feet. I fired at Lyra. My bullets bounce off her golden skin.

Lyra strums the strings on her back. A wave of sound and energy flies at me. It slices my flesh knocking me back.

Minty Love dashes for her bow and arrows laying on the ground. Well her mother was diverted. She fires an arrow. It pierces through the woman’s neck.

Lyra pulls the arrow out and turn toward her daughter. Minty Love quickly fires two more arrows hitting the golden target.

Minty Love reaches around for another arrow. She hesitates when she found out there was only one arrow left. Two waves of sound energy hits the girl slamming her into the wall. Blood spurts from her mouth.

I spotted a chain attached to the wall. A chandelier extends from the chain to over Lyra. The soft metal broke easily from the impact of a bullet.

The chandelier crashed pinning Lyra down. Minty Love stumbles to her feet bow and arrow in hand. She primes her bow aiming at Lyra's head.

“Toxic, it’s mommy please don’t” Lyra begs.

Minty Love lets the arrow loose, “You are not my mother.”
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FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending triggered if Littlepip didn’t break Lyra’s spell over Minty Love.
_

Littlepip sits nude in the dark. Her fingers playing the strings of a harp. Homage stirs from her rest and sits up kissing Littlepip on the neck. She rubs her hand over the scars in the woman’s back.

“I didn’t know you played an instrument?” Homage notes.

“I guess that new,” Littlepip answers.

“I’m glad we got some more time together well the SPP is down for repairs after the incident,” Homage says into Littlepip’s ear, “But you seem off, sure you don’t remember anything about Silent Ponyville?”

Littlepip kisses Homage on the lips laying her on the bed, “Nothing I want to concern you about.”
> Chapter 6: Love By Fear
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“It’s not a Love Potion, its Love Poison!”
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We stood in the cathedral. It was back to normal now. The mask had fallen off my face. I looked down at my hooves. I was a pony again.

Minty Love hugged the body of her dead mother in her arms. Tears streamed down her face.

The door leading back into the Humanity Museum was gone. I pounded on where the door should be then shivered. Why was I cold? My breath steamed the air.

Prophet Bless lay on the floor shaking and shivering. He still hadn’t woken up. I walked over to touch him. The buck jumps awake with a scream at my touch. His body was in a sweat.

“What’s happening to you?” I asked him.

“I took a too strong a hit of Dash,” Prophet Bless replied, “My withdrawal is stronger then I’m used to.”

He reaches into his bag and pulls out an inhaler of Dash.

“Please,” I give him a begging look.

Prophet Bless hesitates for a moment and puts the drug back. I wished he tossed it away.

Minty Love stands up and sighs. “Will you take me?” She asks without turning toward us.

I was unsure how to answer giving the confusing past relationship we had. But she wasn’t evil. The parasite was gone making her less dangerous and changed her alliance I think. Plus her medical skills would be useful.

“Sure,” I replied, “Is there any way we can get back into the museum?”

“Not from inside here,” Minty Love told me as she picked up her bow and quiver of arrows. She attached holding hooks to her forelegs.

“So, we have to go outside,” Prophet Bless said nervously. He looked like he wasn’t up for the task.

“Yes,” Minty Love replied.

My spine made my body shake. I was thankful I still had the Mare-Do-Well costume on to keep me a little warm.

“Is this cold normal?” I asked.

“No, it’s not,” Minty Love answers as she walked over to the doors.

A blast of cold wind and snow hits us. The streets outside were covered in frost. The Catfish, (well Minty Love corrected us and explained they were Bullheads) were laying on the ground moving sluglesly. I’m guessing because it was cold and these creatures were cold blooded.

I had to test my magic to see if it was working. It was working, so I guessed this wasn’t the Otherworld.

We stepped outside. The mist was going through one of it’s thicker spells. It was darker out then normal making me feel like it was night.

Little tiny things were flying about giving off blue light. First I thought they were some kind of sprite. But from a closer examination they were small insectoid ponies.

One of the nasty little buggers flew up to my face and bit my nose. I swatted the thing to the ground and stomped on it with my hoof. I then yelped as cold pain shot up my foot.

"What’s the matter?" Minty Love asks.

"They are so cold they burn the flesh," I answered waving my burned hoof.

The Bullheads didn’t seem to notice as we walked around them. Not that it was much help. A building blocked our path back around to the Museum’s entrance.

“That shouldn’t be here,” Minty Love notes.

“The building is just in the middle of the street,” Prophet Bless points at the ground. The street makes a sudden stop into the building's wall. “And there appears to be no doors or windows going in.” He adds.

“Have you seen this kind of distortion outside of the Otherworld?” I asked.

“Sometimes but not to this extent,” Minty Love replied.

“Can you fly over?” I asked Prophet Bless.	

He looks at his shaking wings, “Not in this state.

We turned around, In the distance I could see a dark blue figure of a large pony. She outstretched her wings. From her size and color I knew who she was.

“Luna!” I shouted.

I ran toward the pony. She simply walked away.

“Littlepip wait!” Minty Love shouts.

I couldn’t catch up to the goddess. It could have been a trick that the darkness and fog seem to like to play on me. But I could see my princess’s hoof prints in the snow.

Thunk!

I face plant into a wall. It was an invisible wall if that makes it better. I didn’t think it did since my nose was bleeding.

I knock on the wall with my hoof. It was made of clear ice and melted a little from my body heat radiating through my nail. When removing my hoof from it, The wall started frosting over in spiky leaf patterns.

Lucky for me, Luna’s hoof prints walked along the wall. So I could still fallow her.

“Littlepip, Don’t run off,” Minty Love reprimands.

“You seen her right?” I asked the mint mare.

“Yes, I think I did,” Minty Love replied, “But Luna was back at Alchemilla and not as pretty looking. It’s probably a trap of some kind.”

“We have to check it out,” I demanded.

“Where’s Prophet?” Minty Love looks around noticing he was gone.

We back tracked and found the pegasus laying in a snow bank.

“Oh, Prophet,” I said sadly as Minty helped him up. I felt half sad for him with the state that he was in.

“We have to get him in side,” Minty Love tells me.

“What about Luna!” I shouted over the wind, “With this weather I’ll lose her trail. She could be my way back home!” 

“Prophet will die if he stays out here,” Minty Love states.

I sighed giving up my pursuit of Luna to check the map for the location of the chapel. I found the map but it said I wasn’t on it. Brought up the PSA, The chapel was located on that map but was colored purple for out of date information and showed a different street and building then before.

“Minty, The maps are useless everything changed too much,” I explained to the mint mare.

“Check for thermal,” Prophet Bless gasped.

“Thermal?” I looked at my pipbuck and found a heat source detector. It made a dot appear on my EFS. The red dot also appeared on my pipbuck screen as radar view.

The dot was in the same direction as Luna’s foot prints.

“That’s a freebie,” I remarked.

“I’m not so sure,” Minty Love notes, “This could be a trap.”

I was already moving. Minty Love lets Prophet Bless down on his feet. The buck wobbles a little but nods to tell us that he could walk on his own.

The street turns into an alleyway that went downward underground. Steam rolls out the opening and an eerie red light glowed from it.

As I walked down the alley, I found that my hind foot got caught in something. It was stuck in the spokes of a turned over wheelchair that was half buried in the snow. Minty Love had to help pull me out of it.

We then cautiously walked down the steps of the alleyway. Steam hits us frizzling our hair. The steam it’s self came from rows and rows of cracked pipes.

“This isn’t good,” I reacted to the smell of cooking meat by pulling out my Keyblade.

I turned the corner and nearly screamed at the sight. Laying over a grill, (The kind you find in a car but much bigger) was a cooking corpse.

At first I thought it was a satyr due to the lower pony half and it had the chest and arms of a human woman. But I realized the head was of that of a pony. The hands were also gone replaced with long meat hooks.

I had to stop myself from showing emotion when I saw the flank. She had a half destroyed cutie mark. But what I could see was a fire ring.

“We should move on,” I suggested, Moral was bad enough. We didn’t need the dislocated corpse of one of our companions making things worst.

At the end of the alley was a door. It was locked but wasn’t immune to opening. yay.

From behind me there was a loud bony crunch fallowed by a scream that turned into a horrific neigh. I turned to see the zombie satyr Robinfire stabbing her hooked hand into Minty Love's shoulder. She bends over and bites a chunk of flesh from the pony’s neck.

Robinfire no!” I shouted.

“Robinfire?” Prophet Bless reacted fumbling with his gun.

Robinfire drags Minty Love around the corner. I chased after them but when I reached the corner they both disappeared. Not even tracks were left.

The red glow fades from the alley. The warmth disappears. I start to shiver, my breath was on the air.

“Littlepip!” Prophet Bless yells at me, “You knew!”

“I’m sorry, I was going to deal with it later!” I cried, “I didn’t think I needed to worry you!”

“Well we are dealing with it now!” Prophet Bless snaps, “She’s a fucking zombie, Didn’t you think?”

The pegasus sways a little and leans against the wall.

“Are you okay?” I asked concerned.

“No,” Prophet Bless venomed.

“I’m just as upset about this as you,” I snapped.

“Maybe even more,” The buck said in a tone that made me feel uneasy. He sighs, “We need to get inside. Being angry and bitter at each other isn’t going to help us survive.”

We walked back down the alley, entering through the doorway.

Cold air rushed into the hallway of the apartment building. Frost condensates on the dull gray walls making the spiky branching patterns again. Then the spiky branches popped off of the walls.

They were now plants, Plants with silver leaves growing out of the wall. I looked at Prophet Bless’s flank. They looked the one and the same.

Prophet Bless noticed my look and sighs, “I fear out time together maybe at an impasse.”

“This doesn’t mean anything!” I shouted pointing at his cutie mark.

“Littlepip, I use to live in these apartments,” Prophet Bless told me.

I was stunned unsure what to say. Then I froze as I spotted Luna at the end of the hall behind him. She looked at me and then turns her flank and walked around the corner.

I would have chased after her but I was supporting Prophet Bless's body. If she was staying in this building it didn’t matter if I went after her. I’ll find her later.

I helped Prophet Bless to his old apartment on the first floor. Room 105, It was a bare minimal for an apartment, much like the apartments of Stables. A mat for sleeping on the floor, a dresser and terminal of some kind. There was a closet in the back.

Putting Prophet Bless down on the floor. I looked through the closet. There I found a heating jar. Twisting it activated the low level heating talisman in side.

It made the room warmer, but Prophet Bless was still shivering. He fell into unconsciousness. I put my hoof on his side, He felt ice cold to the touch.

“He’s going to die on you at this rate, and then you’d be alone again,” The little pony in my head teased, “Then you’d be alone in this place with no friends. Like before, This place, it knows you, It knows your fears. Everyone you meet will die because of that, Because of you, and it will hurt every single time.”

“No!” I shout out loud rolling the buck over on his side. After removing my heavy barding and gear I lay my body on top of him. Hopefully my body heat will warm him up.

He was so cold to the touch, It made my own body colder. I shivered squeezing Prophet Bless’s body tighter.

Over time, as I fell into unconsciousness I felt a kiss on my cheek.

>

When I awoke, I was sweaty and coughing. Spiting the flam from my mouth, I pulled the upper half of my body up. I felt both hot and cold. Of all times for my body to be sick.

Prophet Bless walks up to me and feels my forehead. He was looking much healthier.

“It appears you absorbed my sickness with your unicorn magic,” The buck remarked.

“Does it work that way?” I asked out loud.

“It does if you love them” Prophet Bless answers.

I blushed, “You know I’m not into bucks.”

“I was talking about a different kind of love,” Prophet Bless smirks.

I blushed again from my stupidity. My stomach suddenly turned. Prophet Bless helped me to the community bath room.

It came at me, or from me at both ends. I sat on the toilet, one with the wider opening for bucks to squat over. It allowed me to lay over and throw up in the bowl.

I heard a flush from the stall next to me. Weakly walking out, I saw Prophet Bless flushing containers of Dash down the toilet.

“Prophet?” I said his name questionly.

“I got you sick Littlepip,” Prophet Bless said sternly.

Flush,

I couldn’t help but to make a parallel to him with myself.

Flush,

Prophet Bless hesitated with the last inhaler. I put my hoof over his and helped him drop it. With my magic, I pushed the handle.

Flush,

Prophet Bless moved in for a romantic kiss. I caught this and turned away from him. Putting my hoof on his lip.

“Please don’t,” I told Prophet Bless.

The buck gives me a sad puppy dog look. I walked away, ignoring him.

“That was cruel Littlepip,” The pony in my head remarked.

“He knows what tree he’s bucking,” I mumbled to myself as I walked out into the hall.

“He’ll leave you,” The voice teased singing. “Homage didn’t deny you in the same situation.”

I was hungry and made up a mix of dried apricot, sesame seeds, and dry field plants from the food supplies I had in my saddle bag. In my mope, I flip on my pipleg’s radio.

“My, my, my you have been a naughty pony, You haven't listened your old pal Pon3 in quite a while,” The DJ remarks to me. “I suppose you want to cash in your last loven chips. “If you look up your mission objective you’d find Cheerwitch Middle School on your map. You’re not far from there dear, but I have a feeling you’re not going to get there for a while.”

I was sneezing and blew out my nose. Prophet Bless enters the room. He does his best to avoid eye contact with me.

“See its starting already,” The voice remarked. Yeah, fuck that voice. When I look at mares it calls me an addict and a whore. A buck looks at me and I’m a bitch for not letting him poke me.

I was still feeling ill and wasn’t well enough to explore. Knowing the rules of the world if I explored any new area something would attack me.

Found myself looking at Prophet Bless as he moped in the corner. Staring at him from the back made me think of Homage’s body.

Finding myself aroused I turned my body away from him. I needed a mare’s touch badly. Then I found myself thinking of Prophet Bless.

His words back at the police station popped in my head. I had first told him about me liking mares. He replied about his way of love making being compatible.

I glanced back at the buck. I wasn’t into bucks but he looked good. He looked like Homage.

Prophet Bless as if sensing something, walks over and lays himself next to me.

“Sorry,” He said nervously.

I looked into his eyes not saying a word.

“I shouldn’t have made any advances to you, not like that,” Prophet Bless continued.

His eyes made my heart flutter, “I-I forgive you,” I said flushed, “It-Choo!”

I suddenly sneezed into the buck’s face. My spittle spider webbed across is muzzle and hung off his whiskers.

Prophet Bless looked at me dumbfounded. I blushed giggly and kissed him on  the muzzle sucking up some of my spittle. I pulled back and looked into Prophet Bless’s eyes. My heart fluttered and solidified my feelings. I kissed him deeply on the lips.

After a few moments we released our kiss. Prophet Bless moved to my neck nibbling on it. It tickled ecstatically throughout my body. I rolled over on my back leaning against the wall as he kissed me.

“You’re not going to…” I stuttered to asked nervously. Motioning down between his legs with my eyes. The stallion was starting to bloom.

“I said that’s not my thing,” The buck said slyly sliding down and nibbled my udders.

He did indeed make love like a mare. Every bit as good with his tongue and mouth as Homage was. He also liked having his power over me and making me squeal.

Being a buck, in the back of my mind the whole time I was afraid he’ll lose control and take me fully. Prophet Bless didn’t, giving me a new respect and shattered some misconceptions about stallions controlling themselves.

Our love making lasted over an hour. Over which time the rigorous activity broke my fever. So, even though I was exhausted, with my illness gone I was feeling strong.

Prophet Bless stands up, his member was still swollen. I turned away from him blushing. Even though he’s been hard I wasn’t in a position to get a good look at him nor did I want too. Knowing he's aroused was grossed enough.

“Prophet Bless,” I spoke up. I wasn’t looking forward to this.

The buck turns to look at me.

“Thank you,” I told him, “I needed that.” I blushed. “I also shouldn’t have done that.”

“Well you did cheat on what’s her name? Homage?” Prophet Bless turned and smiled.

“No, not that, I think she would be jealous also proud of my conquest and then ask to join us,” I laughed back.

“Sounds like a fun gal,” Prophet Bless smirked.

“Yep, she is,” I smiled back, “It’s just you um, gave me a service a hundred times over and you-“

“I got a little back,” Prophet Bless answered.

“Yeah, but its…” I wasn’t sure how to say it.

“Littlepip, I know what kind of mare you are and I seen how you looked at me,” Prophet Bless explained, “I’m just on my way to the bathroom to fix that issue. You have no obligation to me other then the wonderful memories of your clit and the music of your moans to wax me off.”

I blushed so red, although I found the idea of a buck masturbating to my image in his head gross. Not that he didn’t refrain from pleasuring himself well pleasuring me. Things take a different perspective in your in the heat of the moment.

“L-look I want to do it, it’s only right,” I told the buck.

“Aright,” Prophet Bless smirked sitting down on his hunches and spreads his legs, “Do it how you like.”

I looked down at it, my lip curling in disgust. I nervously, slowly pulled my foot out. I gave it a quick tap and was repulsed back.

“It has no hide,” I whine.

“I thought so,” Prophet Bless closed his legs and turned to walk away.

“Wait,” I reached out to him.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of alot of mares have that kind of problem,” He replied.

“You can put it in me,” I told the buck.

“Littlepip no!” Prophet Bless yells at me.

“Pregnancy isn’t an issue,” I told him, “I just don't like putting things inside me. I’ll make an exception. I done it before. Not with the real thing I mean.” I blushed.

Prophet Bless sighs then smiles, “If it will make a lady happy.

I nodded back at him and turned around positioning my rear for mounting. I squeaked as his rod slid into me. Oddly it was ice cold. It’s stickiness made my skin crawl. With the (for me) unnatural feelings, I made a very weird face.

“Are you okay?” Prophet Bless asked concerned.

“Yes,” I groaned.

He started to move, Not too fast, not too rough. I was unsure how to feel. It was stimulating? I was physically aroused but I wasn’t in it mentally. Even when I orgasmed, I felt disconnected.

There was a nervous guilty feeling knotting in my stomach. With every thrust Prophet Bless made the knot grew stronger. He kisses me erotically on the neck. An attempt that didn’t help me any. Prophet Bless lifts his head to switch sides. Instead of seeing his face coming back around, I saw the black face of an insectiod creature with long needled fangs out of the corner of my eye.

I unleashed a scream and bucked. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” I cried.

“Woe, Girl Woe,” Prophet Bless shouts still attached to me, He grabs and tackles me to the floor.

“Get off! Get off!” I shouted in distress.

“Okay, just calm down, I don't want you hurting me,” Prophet Bless said as he pulls out.

He had came in me about the time I started panicking. This made the buck give me a sorry look.

“It’s okay,” I assured him, “You didn’t you anything wrong, I just had a panic attack-“

One of my hindlegs suddenly went numb. I turned to look at it. Then my lungs felt heavy.

Prophet Bless noticed the look of distress on my face. That and my face started to swell up. “Are you okay Littlepip?”

I went to the floor with a thud.

“Littlepip!” Prophet Bless shouts.

The buck checks my breathing. I was breathing lightly. The only part of my body that didn’t seem to be paralyzed.

“Littlepip!” Prophet Bless shakes me again.

My lungs stopped moving. They ached wanting to breathe again.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Prophet Bless panics and runs out of the room.

I could hear a loud porcelain crash outside. A moment later Prophet Bless came back in soaking wet holding a container of Dash and a syringe of Med X. He squirts out the Med X, then takes the syringe and pokes the needle into a port sucking out the liquid. He then injects it into my heart. I felt my chest jump and my lungs gave in a loud gasp.

In reality I would have rather die than to be given that drug. I couldn't say anything in protest. But my soul died a little because of this.

“Littlepip! Can you speak,” Prophet Bless shakes me.

“Pa, Pa, Pa,” Was all I could make. My body still couldn't move beyond some involuntary spasms from the Dash. My vision started to become bright and wavy. I would have thrown up if I still had that ability.

Prophet Bless looks down concerned, “That was anaphylactic shock? What could have caused it?” Reaching a conclusion, he looks at my rump still full of his seed. “I’m sorry Littlepip,” Prophet Bless nuzzles me with tearful eyes.

Noticing my breathing getting shallow, Prophet Bless makes up another syringe of Dash. I silently scream in horror unable to object as this time he puts it in my arm.

I suppose it was the combination of Dash and paralysis working together. I found myself having an out of body experience.

My body lay on the floor. A hissing black insect creature stance it. Then the black thing was replaced by Prophet Bless sitting next to me trying to comfort my unconscious body by stroking my mane and back.

I looked like a beast on it’s last leg and I had tubes coming out of me? The tubes were made out of magic aura each a different color. They entered Prophet Bless’s nose. He looks at me with eerie green eyes and exhales my fears, hopes, and love out his mouth in puffs of smoke. I did mention I have Dash running in my veins.

I found this hallucination very interactive. For the most part. I couldn’t interact with Prophet Bless nor use my magic.

It allowed me to put my barding back on and carry weapons and saddle bags. I was unsure if Prophet Bless could see this stuff moving as I lifted them. He didn’t react.

I open the door to the room and walked out. Deciding to head down the hallway I had seen Luna go down earlier.

A two headed Mirrorling T-bone me as I turned the corner. I was crashed into the wall. The wall broke like paper and I found myself in another hallway. No, This was the same hallway. Down the way at the end of the hall was a goat monster.

The goat sticks it’s head in the hole at the end of the hall. That same head pops out of the hole I crashed out of. Shot the thing in the face.

The hallway confused me. I was wondering where the doors were. This couldn't have been just an empty hallway. Then I spotted the door knob. It was part of the ripped wall paper I fell out of.

I pushed the paper to hold the door up and used my mouth to turn the door knob and pull it open.

The other side was a hallway full of doors. Cheese puff cornels littered the floor. I sniffed them, They were the greasy kind.

A light peers out from under one of the doors. An Apartment 120, I could hear recorded sounds on the other side.

The door slowly opens. I walked in to find…Wigs? It ended up being a puzzle. A dresser with manikin heads, and pony make up and a basket of wigs. On the dresser was a black and white photo. The photo was of five mares and a buck. I flip the photo over. Room numbers were written on the back and a note. 
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518,120,105,420,600,408,
If I could remember the colors I could unlock the chest.
_

I looked at the manikin heads, the photos and the makeup. Fuck, I’m going to have to run to all these apartments, find some kind of document or photo that tells me what these ponies look like, come back here and paint them all.

I turn the heads around to see that each one had one of the same room numbers on the back. I was smiling in side.

I looked at the photo again. The left meddle room number was the room I and Prophet Bless first went into. The one to the left of that was this room. I’ll just have to go back-

I was back in my body. Still paralyzed, still on the floor. I couldn’t see Prophet Bless anywhere. I could hear breathing behind me. Then the spiked black food steps in my view. A have insect half pony muzzle roots at the ground. It suddenly turns and looks at my face. The thing bares it's fangs and unleashes a hiss.

A loud stomp startles both me and the thing.

“Leave her be, she is mine!” A commanding female voice shouts.

“No princess, she is mine,” The creature hissed, “But I’m willing to share. The creature quickly slinks out of the room.

I sat up, and looked down at my body. This out of body stuff again. The next thing I noticed was Luna. She didn’t have her horn but she was here.

The blue pegasus princess suddenly bends down and plants a big passionate kiss on my lips.

“It’s good to be reunited with you my love,” Luna said to me.

Begpardon?

“Come lets us talk in a more secured place,” Luna takes me in her wing and tried to usher me off.

“Wait, what about my body?” I point at the figure of myself laying on the floor.

“You can’t move it honey no matter how hard you try.

Luna led me into a stair way. We walked up to the fourth floor. There were a few monsters in the hall. They saw Luna and gave her way. I found this creepy.

The apartment number 420. Ironically one of the rooms I need to check. The apartment was shockingly messy and larger than the rooms on the first floor.

My princess seemed to have been living off of bags of greasy cheese puffs and sugary food bars. There was a water bed for sleeping and a large terminal across from it with a weird device was connected.

The air smelt of incense. They appeared to have came from a glass jar with metal tubes smoking. I believe it was called a hookah.

Luna placed me on the bed and nuzzled me lovingly. It took me a moment to get used to the moving surface.

“Luna, how are you here I seen your body?” I asked calmly.

“Shadow bodies dear, without the power of the original,” Luna explains, “Haven’t you tried using your horn?”

No, By now I could tell if my horn had magic.

“So you rejected your body, unable to deal with the pain and you go here?” I noted looking at the apartment.

“In opposed to what?” Luna asks as she turns on the terminal and lights the hookah, “My people rejected me, I have no means of protection or revenge.”

My eyes narrowed at her,	

“Do you disapprove of me?” Luna asks taking a breath in from the hookah and blowing it into my face. It smelt like strong tobacco.

“Revenge? On your own people?” I question.

“I’ve always been the more aggressive one,” I lead a war when my sister couldn’t, sentenced traders to death and had executed prisoners. I have done a million evil acts. Killing conspirators.” Luna sighs giving a sad look all I could do is hide like a hobo and wait for civilization’s amenable fall.” Tears rolled off out of Luna’s eyes. “When I died and I found myself in this place with all my subjects that died with me, I thought I’d have a second chance. But it was just another fuck up in my long line of fuck ups.”

“I pat Luna on the back, “You’re not a fuck up.”

Luna wipes her face and hands me the hookah. “Only if that was true little one.”

Being polite I take a sample of it. The smoke makes me cough, the tobacco mellowed my nerves. It didn’t seem like a strong substance but who knew what long term exposure could have on a pony. Out on the Wasteland most ponies got into things that were stronger.

“I never thought of you partaking in such things,” I noted.

“I partake in my vices,” The princess of the night gives me bedroom eyes. I felt uncomfortable and blushed.

“And you think, I’m your lover?” I asked, “No offence Princess but we never truly met each other before now.”

“Enough of these games,” Luna moves in for another kiss. I immediately pull back to get away from her touch. The uneven surface of the water bed causes me to fall backwards. Luna positions herself over me.

My chest feels tight. The Princes felt forceful. I wasn’t looking forward for another sexual experience so soon after how my last one ended, most of all not one like this. I found myself drawing tears.

“Luna, please don’t,” I cried.

“Well I like the new persona,” She nuzzles my neck lovingly and licks a salty tear, “I’ll finish this when you want to pony up.” She got off the bed making sure to give me a flash of her rump. Oh, goddess this is not happening, this is not happening.

The night blue pony went to playing video games on the terminal. Something violent with guns and shooting ponies. I didn’t want to watch I’v had too much of that in real life.

Luna seems to be ignoring me. This went on for a while before the princess was zoned out enough for me to move around the room freely.

I found a color photo of the mare from this apartment and of the mare (judging from the black and white photo) from Apartment 408.

The mare from this room had a navy blue mane and lemon coat. I could see her cutie mark. One a fancy clown that looked like a white upside down ice cream cone with two more scoops for ears, or maybe hands posing as ears? She was also pretty cute.

The mare from Apartment 408, Had a fluffy snow white mane and light blue coat. A sheet or a blade of ice was her cutie mark.

There was an old journal page with the photo.
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That buck from down stairs, That’s the one with the hair my color and bronze mane. His name was Prophet Bless. He showed up today well Shavie was over. 
The buck showed himself to be a police officer and wanted some of my home supply of Salvia plant.  I was nervous at first, The last I heard, it was still legal. But some Zebra been combining Salvia with White Claudia making a drug called Killer.
Normally Salvia can be taken straight or in refined and mixed forms known as Luna. It’s one of the most powerful psychotropics out there with an added bonus of being almost completely none addictive. In fact Salvia is a common herbal treatment for addiction. Luna can be a more effective at treating addiction with the right mixture.
The officer Prophet wanted the Salvia because it was cheaper to get hold of then refined Luna. After we talked I struck a friendship with the buck.
_

I found my ear being nibbled on by Luna when I tried to walk over to the door. My body cried in pleasure. The pony must have gotten board with her game and turned her attention to me.

“Please stay,” Luna begged me.

I was sure the princess was insane.

“She’s not going to let you leave Littlepip,” The pony in my head told me. “Not without taking action upon her.”

Sighing, I decided to play into Luna’s delusion.

The Princess was shockingly submissive. I suppose it was her ego, She liked being stroked.

Luna lays on her back looking up at me with a grin on her face. I looked down at her udders. They seemed well developed, what prompted my question.

“Luna?” I said in an asking tone, “Do you have children?”

“That’s a silly question to ask,” Luna teased.

“Sorry I guess I never got a good look at a goddess down there before,” I pointed out,” Normally a mare that endowed foaled before.”

Luna kisses me on the lips, “You really have a scrambled brain don’t you?”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” I remarked.

“I lived a long time dear,” Luna guides my head to her belly.

Well, I wasn’t normally a giver, Homage taught me well. Our coitus felt like business from my end. I didn’t like that I was taking advantage of her. Even less that it was to one of the goddesses I held so relevantly.

After a few orgasms the Princess of the Night rolled on top of me. My heart thumps as my nerves pull on me. I flinched when the goddess’s hoof touched my tit.

“What’s the matter sweetie?” Luna asked concerned.

“Sorry, it’s been awhile I’m a little sensitive down there,” I lied.

Luna gave me a look as if she was assessing what I said. As if she could tell I was lying. 

To keep my ruse going I reluctantly allowed her to have her way.

We exchanged control back and forth. To conserve my energy for my gambit, I had to break Luna’s control when she had it and keep control when she submitted. With how easily I came saving energy wasn’t easy.

The two of us lay exhausted. I had my head on the larger pony’s udder. My muzzle lay against her nipple. I stroked the tit gently with my nose.

My lover looked like she was drifting off. I slid myself up over her to gently nibble the underside of her ear. The Princess cued and purred then went lump as she drifted asleep.

Exhausted from my sexual battle I took a bottle of carrot cola and walked out to the balcony. I drank from the bottle and took in the cool misty air.

I looked down that the streets. They were no longer covered in snow. The temp was back to normal as well.

“Littlepip! I found you!” A gentle female spoke in a tingy voice.

Celestia damn it, Celestia.

“Mr. Black and Mira aren't respawning to my communications, but they gave me a bypass code so that I can access these spritebots on my own anytime I want,” Celestia told me.

I looked at the spritebot and started crying at it.

“Littlepip what’s wrong?” Celestia asks.

Things, things are confusing,” I told Celestia, “I found your sister’s soul.”

“This is good, but there is something you’re not telling me?” Celestia notes.

“Luna, this part of Luna appears to be insane,” I explained to Celestia, “She’s under the impression I’m a lover of her’s and won’t let me leave her side.”

“And?” Celestia questioned.

“I’ve been taking advantage of her sexually, I have a reason but still this is a sin.”

“So, you’re confessing to me because I’m her sister and your god?” Celestia’s normally casual tone left her voice.”

I looked at the spritebot helplessly.

“If you are looking for forgiveness I’m in no position to judged,” Celestia answers

“So, you don’t hate me?” I asked the goddess.

“No, child I don’t,” Celestia replied.

Ouch, she called me child.

“My other mission objective of finding Mane Mason and Cherry Emerald gave me the lead to a location called Cheerwitch. I maybe there next time you want to contact me.” I told Celestia.

“Celestia is that you?” Luna spoke as she walked out toward the balcony.

Oh Luna fuck me- Bad choice of words. Anyway I should have left when I had the chance.

“Celestia look who’s back,” Luna states as she walked up to me and nibbled on the back of my ear, “And he looks just as adorable as back in the day. What’s with the robot? Trying out some of the new fangled gadgets?”

“He?” Celestia said shocked, “Um, Sister will you be staying here in this location?”

“Yes dear sister,” Luna replied.

“My systems are showing a strange lag on the signal,” Celestia told us.

“I think I’m starting to get hacked out, I also have to continue to my research,” The spritebot turns to Luna, “I had put your liege on an important mission. You must let her go to complete it.”

“Can I keep the buck for ten more minutes?” Luna asks.

“If you desire, but for no longer,” Celestia answers.

“Celestia!” I cried to the spritebot as it turned at flew away.

Heavy hearted I turned and walked back inside. I flinched as the large tongue entered me. Luna walked beside me. “I let you win before.” 

I left Apartment 420 limping. I was sure Luna left me sore as a way of making me think of her with every step. Homage was the same way. Since I wasn’t really Luna’s lover I didn’t find the jester as romantic as when Homage did it.

I walked over to the door of Apartment 408. I knew what the pony that lived there looked like but I might find some information I need. Judging from the black and white photo all the ponies I’m looking for appeared to be friends.

There wasn’t an apartment in 408. It was a large room with blue curtains. The floor was a wavy black and white horse shoe shape pattern.

Music, Smooth jazz played in the air as a white and brown spotted buck smaller then even I, danced. He was wearing a three piece black suit. 

“TaKe aH sEAt,” The buck told me.

I lay on the mini couch. The little buck lays on the couch across from me. Next to him was another couch.

“YouR pIpBuck is Full of pArtyTime Ment-ELs,” The buck told me.

I looked at my pipleg. Twisting my arm the face of the device came off like a tin. A hand full of white pills fall out bouncing on the floor. I had the urge to take one, but when I reach for one of the pills with my hoof I found out they were only sticker stuck to the floor.

I looked up to see myself laying on the couch across from me.

“I Am mister BlacK,” The buck said to me then points at the me next to him, “DoesN’t my Grand DaughTER look lIke LIttlePIp? WE aRe of one MinD. SHE has sOmethIng to Tell yOu.”

“WOUld you Like to kNow the NaMe of thE pOnY that kills mE?” The other me asks myself. She walks over and speaks into my ear clearly. “Scootaloo.”

I was jarred awake. Luna was nuzzled up against me or was I nuzzled up against her? Her wing covered me like a warm blanket. Luna felt me wake and perks her head up.

“Souls with in souls and dreams with in dreams little one, I allowed a part of yourself to move on well another part stayed with me.” Luna explained.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” My body felt charge like I drank too much coffee.

“Souls are strong and recover quickly when divided,” Luna answers, “If your body wasn’t so sick it would be walking around. Possibly not knowing of your existence. When the two of you become one it will feel exhilarating.”

“Don’t do that again please,” Then I paused, “How did you do that without magic?”

“I have seen the bible, we are nearest its power. With it I could surely do something as simple as dream division,” Luna said boastfully.

“And what is the bible,” I hoped to get an answer this time around. One that makes sense anyway.

“It is forbidden to mortals,” Luna nuzzles me.

“May I be on my way then?” I said getting irritated.

“Sure,” Luna nuzzles my forehead.

I stand up to walk away, when Luna grabs my shoulder.

“You will come back?” Luna had tears in her eyes, “I have been alone for such a long time.”

“I will come back,” This was a half lie. I would like to spend time with her to relieve her pain of loneliness. But it was a trap that played on my emotions and guilt as dangerous as any drug.

What was creepy went I got away a second time, Apartment 408 wasn’t there. Just a blank wall. I wacked at the space with my Keyblade.

“You’re making noise out here,” Luna remarked as she walked up.

I give the Princess a look,

“Your still on this floor,” Luna replied innocently, “I can’t explore with you?”

I rolled my eyes and ripped at the drywall. There was a door behind the wall and it was unlocked. It opened with a sucking sound.

The door swings open to a dark room. When Luna and I stepped in, we gagged on the smell of rot. I used my pipleg as a flash light. It shines on the hanging corpse of a blue coated pony.

A suicide note lay on the dresser,
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He tricked me,
I gave him my heart,
I gave him my love,
All that he gave me in retuned was fear and called it love.
_

I heard a cracking sound behind me. The hanging corpse started freezing with frost growing on it. With a loud snap the body hits the floor and shatters. Frost expanded out over the floor then turned into silver leaves. Ice fairies fly out and nipped at me.

Luna smashed two of them with her hooves. I took out another with my Keyblade. The silvery frost leaves expanded out into the hall as we fled.

I stopped Luna in front of the door of Apartment 420. “Princess please go back in your room and allow me to continue.”

“I can defend myself,” Luna tells me.

“That maybe true but everything hinges on you,” I told the dark blue mare, “I have too many eyes on me for you to be safe.”

To seal the deal I reared up and kissed the Princess deeply on the lips. She confirmed that she was going to do what I said with her deep look in her eyes and a slight nod. I turn and run up stairs with a smirk on my lips. Littlepip god slayer.

518 was full of clocks. They clicked and they ticked. A life sized porcelain pony made of gold with orange hair laid on the floor. A wind up key was her cutie mark.

I found a side arm that looked every bit as well made as my old gun Little Mac sitting on a work bench.

It was a revolver type a bit larger then Little Mac, gold in color with a silver handle. The bullets it took were the largest caliber slugs I ever seen for a gun of that type. But the gun could only hold four at a time. Luckily due to the caliber, the slugs were a one shot kill to almost anything they hit. It came with a pack of twenty five bullets.

Something I could never hold if I fired even with my magic. There was a light weight battle saddle made for a small pony. Light enough I could even walk around with it.

The gun I acquired easily clicked into the weapon mount. When I bit on one of the triggers of the bridle the gun extends past my neck. The other trigger would fire. I closed one eye keeping the one closest to the gun open tracking the barrel of the gun out the corner of my eye. I mentally aimed. Without SATS aiming should still be accurate.

The porcelain pony shatters and a mechanical monster emerged from the rubble. It had long bladed piercers for legs.

The thing lunged at me. I ducked under its attack. I aimed the large gun between the belly and the chest and fire. The bullet burst through the metal clock works and past the ceiling.

The mechanical pony collapses as I slip between its hind legs. As I ran out the door, I heard a large metal crash behind me.

I turned to see a yellow and orange unicorn. Tears flowed from her eyes. She cracks in half as the door slams behind me.

A message appeared on my pipleg.

“He broke me, He broke me, He broke you too.” A mare’s voice cries.

600 had a strange memory orb sitting in the middle of the floor. There was a contact plate that came with it. If I had to guess the plate acted as a unicorn’s horn. With this set up none unicorns could access the orb. Maybe even add memories of its own. More evidence of the more advanced tech of this world.

I was in the body of a winged mare. I knew she was one of the mares I was trying to find coloring for. So I kept an eye out for reflective objects.

A pegasus buck was next to me. His coat was just as red as my host’s coat. His mane was yellow with streaks in the front and black on the rest of his mane. His tail black with a yellow lighting streak. A yellow hemp leaf was on his rump. The pony’s looked battle harden.

“Are you going to be keeping your eye me?” The buck remarks.

“You can stop playing games…” My host snaps pausing.

“Prophet, I like this kind of body,” The buck smirks.

We walked out into a room with a round table. My eyes went to Luna with a small earth buck at her side. The brown and white one I saw dancing in 408.

“Ah, Fire Storm and Prophet Bless,” Luna announces, “Have a seat.”

My host looks around the table, There was a blue coated pegasus with a maroon and pink mane. A golden yellow earth pony stallion. A red unicorn buck. Finally a robot Rainbow Dash? I’m sure there’s a whole other story behind that?

“There is a Zebra research facility we need you to invade.” The spotted buck tells the group. “Gather what information you can, bring back relics you can get a hold of. Our contract companies will deconstruct and reverse engineer them.

“Let me guess, you need me to sneak in?” Prophet Bless remarks.

“I have personally invested interest in this mission as well,” Luna adds, “I believe this facility is researching a way to assassinate me on my own dreamscape. You could imagine not going without sleep. With me it’s worst.”

From there it went to long and boring technical talk. I was having trouble fallowing. My host got up and walked to the restroom. After using the facilities.(Wish they could have cut that part out.) She looks at herself in the mirror.

Yes!

Her eyes were cloudy blue. The mane and tail ash gray. With dark red streaks. A chunk of her hair on one side was yellow and orange.

The mare, Fire Storm takes out a makeup kit with red paste and uses it to touch up the color in her fur.

Luna then walks into the restroom and starts applying makeup too.

“You want to talk to me in private ma’am?” Fire Storm asks.

“What makes you think I want to talk to you?” Luna answers innocently.

“Princess you don’t need make up," Fire Storm said slyly.

“What do you think of...” Luna starts to ask my host.

“He's calling himself Prophet Bless,” Fire Storm answers, "It could be his species but the way it appears he thinks and acts. He carefully mimics his emotions, every action is carefully planned out.” My host looks away from Luna.

“Fire Storm? Are you scared of him?” Luna asks concerned.

“I looked into his soul and it effects how you think,” My host's vision is clouds with tears.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Luna said angrily.

“Yes, but it is his nature,” Fire Storm replied.

“True, can’t blame one for breathing and eating,” Luna sighs, “As long as his predatory nature is focused in the right way.”

“Luna dear are you coming? We have plans to get to this evening,” The spotted buck’s voice calls out.

“Coming Pip!” Luna calls back walking out the room with her tail showing a cheerful mood.

My host turns back toward the mirror and exhales a sigh. A “P” shaped smudge appeared in the condensation. My host frantically breathes on the mirror revealing words. "Littlepip is watching, PP."

I found myself in the middle of Apartment 600. A note was on the floor.
_
You could imagine my shock when I saw the buck entering into Apartment 105. He was red like I remembered him. But his hair was a steel color with yellow streaks on the sides. Next time I seen him he was dark blue with yellow hair. After that an olive green pony with like blue hair with a blue streak. Buy every form he takes he has the same shaped cutie mark.

I think he takes these forms to judge the reactions of those around him and keep the forms the get the best general reaction. Emotions is what he feeds off of. I’m sure he takes a different form at his job then when here.

Once he settled on a form Prophet confronted me. Even though I knew what he was we struck a friendly relationship. Prophet Bless was always charming. I know it’s a trick of his.

He struck a friendship with the mares on the fourth floor. They introduced him to the orange mare on the fifth. Now the orange and yellow mare in the first floor is looking at him all flirty. Prophet Bless suggested that I’d invite them to a party.
_

I made my way back to Apartment 120. I took the manikin heads and started painting them.

The first one I finished was the manikin for Apartment 408. Light Blue makeup rubbed on the face for the fur color and a white wig for the mane.

When I finished a pin shaped key pops out the bottom. It fits in a hole in the dresser top making a loud click.

I painted the others. All revealed their keys but the head for Apartment 105. I thought back to all the information I gathered and came to one conclusion. The head was black.

The dresser clicks open. Inside the drawer was a paper “W” and a not that said. “”W” for Writer or Witch”. That was different?

I was of course kind of disappointed at first when I noticed the pin hole for a false bottom. Lifting it up I found another note.
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I’m writing this thing to clear my thoughts. Last night me and a buck called Prophet Bless, In hind sight I think he raped me.

This buck has a power of persuasion that I only realized that was in play after the act. A form of hypnotism. I’m not even sure if he did anything. Part of me isn’t even sure I should hate him. I do fear him. I think this is where he gets his power. For when you fear you cry out for love.
_

I found myself waking up on the floor of Apartment 105. Prophet Bless looked down at me giving an unsure smile. I found his eyes relaxing giving out love and taking my fears away.

“Are you feeling okay?” Prophet Bless asks me.	

I stand up rubbing my for head, “I had the weirdest dream.”

“I’m sorry for doing this to you Littlepip,” Prophet Bless nuzzles me. I was still feeling nervous and uneasy.

“Around here I don’t think dreams are just dreams,” I remarked as I spotted the battle saddle on the floor. “Where did that come from.”

Prophet Bless looks at the machine and gives a nervous laugh. “Honestly I haven’t noticed it until just now.”

“You know what he is Littlepip, Or maybe mommy’s little whore wants his dick again?” Out of the corner of my eye I could see Dr. Pip. I turn to look at her. “You see me?” Dr. Pip gives a curious look, “Perhaps it’s the drugs.”

“You’re the one that encouraged me to have sex with him!” I shouted at the apparition.

“Guilty as charge, I ‘am the little pony in your head but you have more pressing matters. You know the Changeling.” Dr. Pip smirks.

“Littlepip, if you have regrets about what we did, I’m sorry, If you want me to go,” Prophet Bless cries.

“I’ll deal with you later,” I snapped at the phantom mare under my breath.

“Oh Littlepip,” Dr. Pip says mockingly, “Is he really a monster, Did he rape you? If he didn’t he’s under the impression you think he did. Imagine how cruel that is to do to a friend. He is your friend? Or is that a lie? Think Littlepip there’s got to be an easy way to find out.”

“Prophet, it’s okay, I let things get out of hoof,” I replied to the buck as I turned my back to him and walked over to my saddle bag.”

“Thank the Quee-“ Blam! Prophet Bless sighs as a shotgun blast hits him in the shoulder. Green goo splatters the room.

I held a smoking gun with my magic as I walked up to the bleeding pony laying limp on the floor.

“Littlepip, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, Please don’t kill me,” Prophet Bless cries.

“You’re not a pony!” I shouted.

“I’m not a monster!” Prophet Bless whines with green blood flowing from his mouth.

“Show it to me!” I shouted.

“Kill it now Littlepip,” Dr. Pip whispers into my ear, “It’s a rapist and a monster. But if you’re unsure kiss and make up then.”

“I’m scared, please I loved you,” Prophet Bless begs.

“Show me,” I said through my teeth.

In green magical flame the buck turns into a greenish black insectiod pony.

“Can I turn back now?” Prophet Bless whimpers.

“No!” I snapped, “Changelings can hypnotize ponies, Did you trick me into having sex with you.”

“No!” Prophet Bless shouts.

I bit my lip in anger. “Liar!” I shoot his hind leg.

The creature shrieks in pain,

“Littlepip, Is it a trick if you smell your lover’s musk and become aroused and asked her to take you.” Prophet Bless cries out.

“No, this is different,” I snapped, I was starting to feel mixed up inside.

“Why? Because I’m different?” Prophet Bless answered, “Like the release of pheromones it’s an uncontrollable action. I gave you every chance to say "no". I encouraged you not too. Yet you choosed too.”

“You could of pushed me away, Told me what was going on, shown me what you were,” I told the bleeding monster.

“And why don’t you wear a sign that says “I’m in Heat” next time you go into estrus,” Prophet Bless snaps, “There is a reason why I enjoy my pony form.”

“At least ponies can smell it when someone goes into heat!” I shouted blushing, “You’re just a predator hiding in the shadows!”

Prophet Bless sighs. “If you think what I am is so wrong. What I do is so wrong. Kill me now, Kill all of us like you ponies do.”

“What you mean?” I pulled my gun away and stepped back.

“You’re making a mistake,” Dr. Pip sings.

“When ponies became violent and started using guns who do you think suffered the most?” Prophet Bless asks changing back to the form I first met him in. He made sure to turn his green blood red. “The ponies slaughtered my kind. Those who assimilated survived.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks, “I’m sorry for all this, I just don’t know what to do.”

“Those who fear want love,” Dr. Pip whispers in my ear, “You are afraid of him, But you feel empathy for his plight. That’s what he wants Littlepip. In the deepest depths of fear, love is the strongest.”

“Littlepip, I’ve lived amongst you for years. Many ponies had accepted what I am. Please can’t you be that accepting?” Prophet Bless lift his head. Our eyes catch. A smoothness takes over my body.

“Just because he’s accepted does not make him right!” Dr. Pip shouts in my ear. “Sacrifice his life and make the world a better place!”

“Littlepip, You called me a predator for what I did,” Prophet Bless spoke up, “You are no different, I seen how you looked at mares with those lustful eyes.” He sniffs the air. “It smells like you had more than one conquest tonight. We could have been someth-“

Blam!

The Changeling’s brains slide across the floor. The gun clatters when it drops as I fall to my knees. My lungs lets out a devastating shriek as tears rain from my cheeks. My shrieks start to sound a lot like sirens to my ears.
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FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending triggered if Littlepip doesn’t kill Prophet Bless.
_

“We could have been something.”

“Your right,” I dropped the shotgun from my magic.

I walked over to my saddle bag and tossed the bleeding Changeling a couple of healing potions.

“Ack!” My stomach cramps in sharp pain.

“Ah, I was wondering what would happen,” Dr. Pip smirks.

“What’s happening to me!” I cried, my bowels emptying in a loud wet squish sound.

“Meet your new mate,” Dr. Pip points at Prophet Bless who was recovering from his injuries. “You made your choice and live your fate.”

Hard plates snap and crack under my skin. I let out a scream revealing sharp fangs poking out of my gums.

>

A centipede crawls down the alleyway. It’s antae twitch as it moves. A black knotted hoof smashed down on the insect. In aflash the small Changeling grabs the centipede with its mouth. The long bug splits in two as it crunched the thing in it’s jaw.

The end half of the centipede falls to the ground. Another Changeling scoops it up and eats it in two bites.

“You know you make a sexy bug pony Littlepip,” Prophet Bless remarks.

“I see you have no problem being in your natural skin now,” Littlepip flirts.

Prophet Bless nuzzles the female Changeling, “I don’t need to fit in like that no more.”

The two kissed deeply,

> Chapter 7: The Vice of the Writer and the Witch
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“The sense into who’s domain the hardness falls is also the domain into where softness falls. Thus in its perception the same thing is both hard and soft.”
_

I suppose I should start with an explanation. Sometimes in stories there is a required change in perspective. Perhaps to change things up or hide and reveal things that otherwise wouldn’t.

I should introduce myself, My name is Mane Mason. Occupation? Writer of bit store novels. Mostly romance some horror. Nothing I’m sure you have read.

My cutie mark is a corner stone. As appeared in the cutie mark registry from my left side of my flank. It's a cube that makes up three sides each with a symbol carved in. The left male symbol, Right a heart and top the sign for beta.

My coloring is sherbet orange with an ashen mane. Not the most appealing colors but you get used to it.

I’m not going to completely explain how I got to this point. The jest of it is, the Overmare wants my daughter. From what I understand it’s not for anything good. Good for me and my daughter at least.

All this is connected to the monsters walking around Silent Ponyville. Silent Ponyville 2 if I understand the full story correctly.

I and my daughter has been living in Stable Alpha ran by Applebloom. After we got the letter I took my daughter to hide in the abandon city of Silent Ponyville.

This was a mistake, We were soon separated by a wagon crash and I have been looking for her ever since. My travels lead me to Cheerwitch school. 

I stood in front of the statue of Cheerolee and Witchcart petting a foal in Cheerwitch Park. These two were of course the founders of Cheerwitch.

I stopped the recording function of my pipbuck. It’s muster yellow light shined in the darkness. This was an old model I had for years. I turned the tracking function off just before I left Alpha Stable.

Behind me bushes rustle. I turned to see a foal jump out. It was a red foal wearing a crudely made mock up of an Enclave incestiod mask. The foal had a flute or something in its mou-

Fuff!

A dart hits me in the chest. The impact area felt tingly. Two more foals in masks jump out. A dart hit me in the chest again and one in the neck. I feel myself fall before I went black.

>


The children had taken my body inside Cheerwitch. When I awoke I was tied up with all four of my hooves together. The foals all masked, were resurrecting an alter. Forebodingly it looked like an alter of sacrifice. None of the foals seemed to have cutie marks.

“What’s going on?” I said calmly.

One of the younger foals just stopped and stared at me. An older foal pushed him out of the way.

“That big pony speaks!” The older foal a colt announces.

I blushed nervously thinking how I should phrase my words.

“I’m looking for my daughter,” I told them, “Her name is Cherry Emerald. She’s about your age. Really light grayish blue coat with green hair.”

“A girl” “A girl” “A girl”

The foals muttered with each other cautiously. I noted all the voices were colts.

“Is something the wrong?” I asked.

“There are no girls here,” The colt who I’m assuming is the group leader snaps.

“Why?” I queried.

“The fly man keeps them all,” The colt spoke as if I should know this.”

“Explain,” I urged on.

The colt gave a nervous look to the others in his party. “The fly man is our lord. We gave him girls so he can stick is tongue up their wee wees. He keeps the girls tied in a room and gives them candy. Tell us to kill any big pony that comes.”

“Woe, kill!” I exclaimed.

“Yep,” The colt said smugly.

“You can’t do that,” I told the foal.

“All you big ponies say that,” The colt said coldly, “You all die just the same.”

“But there’s a very good reason you can’t kill me,” I was lying through my teeth but I had nothing else I can do.

“Okay,” The colt said slyly.

I said the first random thing in my head. “Because Littlepip is coming.”

When I came up with the character I imaged a small unicorn that looked like my oldest daughter Hope Feathers but as a battle harden warrior.

“Who is Littlepip?” The little colt snaps.

“A mean mare that kills bad little ponies,” I said trying to be as spooky as possible.

“Okay string him up,” The colt deadpanned.

I was hoisted up on the cross the masked foals made. I started shouting frantically in hopes that one of the young ponies would have second thoughts.

“Littlepip is coming! If you don’t let me go she’ll kill you all. She’ll kill you all to the last.”

“Liar!” The head shouts.

Ka-Boom!

A high caliber bullet slices through the wall exploding his head. Two more fallow. Each one taking out multiple targets.

A small mare kicks the door open holding two small guns with her magic. She fires upon the foals that were left standing. After the fighting was done, she starts firing a bullet into the heads of those who were on the ground.

I stood there in shock, “H-Hope? Fizban it’s daddy.” Fizban was a nick name. My daughter had a pair of feathers for a cutie mark. Fizban was a famous unicorn wizard that had feathers for a cutie mark.

“What?” (Blam!) The young pony turns to look at me confused.

“Honey please stop they are only foals, they don’t even have their cutie marks,” I pleaded.

Blam!

“At this point I no longer give a fuck,” The mare said coldly.

I went into dad mode, “Stop that right now young lady!”

The mare gives me a crazed look. “What did you say to me!”

I stared her down after a moment I spoke, “You’re not Hope Feathers.

“Do I look like a pegasus?” The mare snaps.

“Hope Feathers was my grandmothers name, I named my "unicorn" daughter after her,” I emphasized the word unicorn to show some kind of point.

“Well, I’m not Hope Feathers,” The mare snaps cutting me free with a knife. I couldn’t stand the death and walked out of the room. The mare fallowed me.

The hallways had peach and brown colored walls with black and orange tiled floors. 

“Littlepip,” The mare introduced herself as I stretched my sore wrists.

“Littlepip? Like the name I completely pulled out my ass just now?” I laughed, “Of course I imagined you to look like my daughter.”

“Just who the hell are you?” Littlepip snaps.

“Oh, Mane Mason C list writer of romance,” I introduced myself giving the lady a bow.

“Yes, you are the guy I’m looking for,” Littlepip said coldly, “I thought Cherry Emerald was your daughter?”

“Well yes, she’s my youngest,” I explained, “My oldest Hope, she was with me and my exwife when I arrived in Silent Ponyville two hundred years ago. You’re not an immortal are you?”

Littlepip quietly shook her head.

“You see when you live long lives like we have things start to slow down. Our lives seldom change, There was a pony that theorized this is why we immortals don’t have a tone of children over the years. Most of us anyway.” I explained, “Me and Dalia broke up after the fall of Luna. My exwife played a part in the incident. The result of witch caused me and Hope to go into hiding together. After seventeen years we became estranged and Hope and I went separate ways. A few years later I met my beloved Praised Gal-“

“I don’t want your life story,” Littlepip snaps.

“Aren’t you the friendly type,” I huffed and muttered under my breath, “You’re not a lesbian by any chance.”

“What was that,” Littlepip snaps twitching her ears.

“Oh, My god, I'm right,” I shouted, Of cores I'm right I just invented that detail.”

“Sir, I’m not a figment of your imagination,” Littlepip growls.

“From your perspective of course you’re not,” I smirked, “If this place can make devils why not angels. It’s all Gods design.”

Littlepip looks at me confused.

“You’re not from around here?” I sigh and mumbles, “Of course you are I just made up that detail.

Littlepip cocks her gun and aims it at me with tears in her eyes, “Stop talking about my life like that!”

“Oh, there was a gentle colt, a gentle colt,” A female voice singing draws our attention down the hallway.

“I was in love with him you know,”

“I tried to use my unicorn magic and take his heart so,”

A golden orange unicorn with a rusty blood mane stumbles across the view, As she walks down the adjoining hallway. A mug was fallowing her caught in a satin metal magical aurora.

We chased after the mare. When we turned the corner we heard a click clack of the mug dropping on the floor spilling its contents.

The mare had disappeared without a trace. We could still hear her voice.

“But my love was a pegasus and his heart would not take.”

“Then the wind came by and blew my love away,”

“So, I raise my glass and drink all day, drink all day,”

I sniffed the liquid on the floor. It had the scent of bitter alcohol and salty urine. I lick a little of it with my tongue. The familiar smooth burn went over my taste buds and it cleared my sinuses. My body ached for more and I resisted another lick.

Without acknowledging me, Littlepip walks past me. She turns her head around the corner. The hallway was empty.

The sound of a steam whistle hits my ears. I perk up in attention. Littlepip walks backwards as she looked up at the ceiling. A miniature train turns around the corner. It road along a small extension that stuck out the wall near the ceiling. The train road along it and from what I seen this wall extension extends all throughout the building.

Ka-op! Ka-op!

The lights down one of the hallways start popping. Different colored eyes showed up in the shadows.

“Milk! Mommy!” Voices cry in the darkness.

Littlepip and I slip through a side door. As we shut the door behind us blackness rush by the window. With a thud a burned foal covered in black soot presses its face against the window. Gemerald pink eyes and sharp teeth glare back at me.

We were in an office room with a bunch of cubicles against the wall. I caught Littlepip with her nose up sniffing the air.

“What is it?” I asked as I caught the scent too. It was the scent of a mare thick on the air.

Littlepip turns a chair around. A white powdery residue was in the middle of the seat.

“Oh,” I blushed, “Somepony was into something kinky.”

The little mare gives me a confused look.

I sigh, “You’re not a clever pony?”

Littlepip gives me an angry look.

“She was taking drugs up her vagina and masturbating to dissolve them faster.”

Littlepip recoils from the chair. “Celestia slap me! You can do that!”

I giggle, “You try to be tuff but you’re really a child you know that kid.”

The mare flashes me a look. Then turns her head away a mumbles to herself. I imagined her mumbling to some invisible mare. I guess it’s true now.

I kicked the mouse of the computer with my hoof. The screen pops on and a block of text appears. I took a moment to read it.

“This is one of my books,” I noted, “Oh, Dam it I can’t remember the name, I stopped naming them because my publisher always changed the name. Homage and Jokeblue were the main characters. One of the few lesbian love novels I’ve done.”

“What!” Littlepip snaps

“Sorry, You’re not offended are you?” I asked.

“Move!” Littlepip pushed me out of the way. Her eyes focused on the screen and she starts reading out loud.

“I shuttered in ecstatic release, Jokeblue let go her grip from my nethers. She crawls up and lays lovingly next to me. I could smell the scent of me on her lips.

She says, “I love you,” With her lips and her ears in twitching code language. 

I touch my lover with my hoof petting her side. I know my touch was for not. The Killing Joke had dulled her nerves. She could feel my touch but the sensation was half or less of what I could feel. At least that’s what I always assumed.

This was why she was most death. Witch affected her development well growing up making many ponies think she was a little touched in the head. With the nature of the ponies of the wasteland she had been taken advantaged of until she was old enough to geld her first stallion.

I whisper something loving and privet in her ear as I looked down at her bandage hoof. The other day she stepped on a nail and was walking around with it in her hoof for goddess knows how long before she felt the pain.

She kisses me on the lips. I tasted salty sweet on her. With a smile I moved down the mare's body. Thinking how lucky I am that after all she been through that she was still willing to love.”

“Littlepip,” I shook the girl. She kept being unresponsive. Her eyes were staring off blankly as if she was looking into a memory orb.

I pulled the mare away from the computer. I lay her on the floor. Her legs sprayed out, frozen, still reading off a screen she’s not looking at. She was tearing horribly.

“We walked down the empty streets. I was gathering my nerves to speak.

“Jokeblue?” I spoke up, “You know I told you about that offer at Tenpony? If I take it we could settle down.”

Jokeblue looked back at me to read my lips better.

“What I’m saying,” I blushed, “Since we’d be settled down is… I want to have a baby.”

“You mean like adopted?” Jokeblue replied in her silent language.

“No I mean “have” a baby,” I answered, “Of my flesh and blood.”

Jokeblue’s ears droop,

“What’s wrong you don’t like the idea?” I asked.

“No, I’m infertile,” Jokeblue told me.

“Oh, honey I didn’t know,” I cried.

“It’s fine, You’re the one that wants the baby. What brought this about?” Jokeblue asked.

“Well my brother been dead for a while now,” I said sadly, “I’m the last in an important line of ponies. You remember how my father reacted after I told him about us?”

“I remember him slugging you,” Jokeblue flashed an angry look.

“He was right about my duty,” I replied.

“You don’t have to do that out of duty,” Jokeblue told me.

“No, that’s just a part of it,” I answered, “I want to have a baby because I love you. I want to give you all of me. A baby of my flesh is an embodiment of that trust and love we have.”

Jokeblue starts crying, “You’re such a stupid romantic.”

“I been looking up options in Tenpony,” I remarked, “Not much, there is this clinic but I heard it’s pretty hinky.”

“I’d imagine that it would be lucrative if you have to make repeat visits,” Jokeblue smiles, “Besides, I wouldn’t trust somepony to don't do a bait and switch when your back is turned.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” I smiled back, “There is a place called the Bronco Agency. They help mares. A lot of them mares like us find a suitable stallion to breed with.”

“You me physically straight from the source?” Jokeblue replied, “Logical.”

“They even help write out breeding contracts between two consenting parties,” I added, “In case there’s a specific pony I or we know a friend or acquaintance we wanted to breed with.”

“Do you have a specific pony in mind?” Jokeblue teased.

I blushed, “Well given my role and your role in this. It’s only right you choose the father. It’s basically going to be your foal too.”

The moment was broken by a noise. We cracked open the door of the abandon building. The sound of the foal crying had attracted our attention. The wood floor creeks under our hooves.

I took defense position by the door as Jokeblue walked over to the carriage. She saw the red light of the recording device and smelt the rot in the air.

Jokeblue steps on a board with her hindleg. The crack was so loud even she could hear it. The mare said something to me with her silent speech. My brain couldn’t process the moment.

I’d like to imagine that she said “I love you,” or “Stay away.” It didn’t matter I ran for her.

Jokeblue looked at me angrily. The glare shook me deeply.

There was some type of stick that snapped when weight was put on the board. Knowing the design the stick is most likely wedged between the boards and will drop when Jokeblue lifts her foot causing some kind of weight to fall.

“I can disarm it,” Jokeblue tells me.

“Let me,” I replied using the same face twitches.

“No, they could be watching. Don’t get any closer. Back away, run.” Jokeblue orders.

“I can still disarm it!” I frantically shouted.

“The closer you are the more likely you'll die, I will set this thing off and let my body shield you before I let you get closer.” Jokeblue cries.

Tears roll down my cheeks as I rushed over to the doorway. Jokeblue sticks her head under the carriage. The part she had to get to was just out of reach. Her foot slips.

Ka-Boom!

I flipped over landing on my butt. The explosion sliced my beloved into two. The sound of things dropping came from the floor above me. My instinct was to jump out of the building. The entire structure explodes behind me.”

Littlepip broke from the spell whaling. She rolls over sobbing in my lap. I stroked the filly’s mane.

“I was her,” She sobbed, “I was Homage, I felt everything she felt.”

“You know her?” I asked.

“She’s my mare friend,” Littlepip sits up and tells me. She stands up and turns her flank to me. “Sorry, you had to see that.”

“Littlepip, this place can hurt you if you let it, don’t shut yourself up, I’m hoping this isn’t you, “I told the mare.

“I am not a figment of your imagination or your daughter,” Littlepip snaps.

“Very well, I still have a daughter missing. I need to find her.” I replied to the mare.

“Do you know where your gear is?” She asked me.

“I assume those feral children took them,” I shrugged.

“Probably means there are more of them somewhere,” Littlepip points out.

“I had a holy talisman that protected me from creatures,” I told her, “I think those foals were this worlds way of removing it from me.”

“Unluckily for you I seem to have a habit of burning them out,” Littlepip remarks.

There was another door at the end of the room. It leads into a class room. We entered from the back. One of the masked foals sat in the front.

Littlepip shoots it in the back of the head before it could react to our presence.

“Please stop killing foals,” I looked at the mare sad eyed.

“They are mad,” Littlepip snapped.

“You’re not a poster child,” I snapped back.

We walked to the front of the class. The train enters the class room tooting. The track dipped down under the chalkboard and back up again.

As the train passed my view, I thought I could see little miniature ponies walking around in the train. Two ponies fought each other on the train roof. One looked like Littlepip and the other was a Zebra in a bowler hat.

“Littlepip, look at this,” I turned around to see the colt’s body flop.

“Errrrgh!” The thing shrieked as its mask falls off. The foal’s jaw had popped out of place making its mouth scream wide.

Littlepip jumps at the thing. Her hooves smashed the weakened skull. She continues to come down on the thing making a loud grunt with each blow.

“Thats enough!” I shouted at the mare reaching for her. She swigs around and smacks me in the face with her hoof. I stumble back my glasses rickashay off the wall.

Littlepip realizes what she done. She lowers her ears and tail and slinks off to the corner mumbling to herself.

I picked up my glasses and put them on. “Littlepip its okay,” I told the girl.

“I’m not a bad pony,” Littlepip snaps to herself.

I hold out my hoof. The mare does a breathing exercise with her hoof to her chest.

“I’m okay now,” She said coldly walking past me.

Out in the hall there were blobs of something trailing on the floor. It look like frosting and smelt sweet. I stick my nose to it.

“I wouldn’t eat that if I was you,” Littlepip remarks.

The sound of children laughing draws our attention. A round pony skull rolls across our view. Two masked foals jump into view holding sticks. They smash the skull like a water melon and gleefully eat the gray matter in side.

After seeing that, I had no issue with Littlepip taking them down.

“I was glad to see this place didn’t have anything as bad as Raiders,” Littlepip said sadly.

“Raider?” It took me a moment to remember, “We need to go to the library.”

Lucky for me there was convenient signage pointing out the way. Of course I checked rooms for Cherry as I walked. Honestly in the back of my mind at this point retrieving her isn’t going to be as simple as finding the filly under a desk.

“I’m not the crazy one,” Littlepip remarks to the invisible mare. She was watching me as I franticly grab abunch of books.

“I think this place as made us all a little crazy,” I replied.

“What?” The mare was pretending she wasn’t talking to herself.

“Ah,” I put a bunch of my novels down on the table in front of Littlepip, “Romance of the Apocalypse series. I didn’t start the series but I did pen it for a few years.”

“Romance of the Apocalypse,” Littlepip reads from the back of one of the books, “The post fallout world of Equestria.”

“This kind of stuff was popular after the ascension here,” I added, “Writers would imagine what the world would look like after we left.”

“What did you know about the world after the ascension?” Littlepip asked.

“The official statement was everyone was dead,” I answered.

“Sounds like something Stable-Tech would do,” Littlepip remarks, “You have no clue how lucky you are not to have been stuck in a Stable. Most failed before the end of the first generation. Mostly due to the headmares doing some weird social experiment with the Stable survivors.”

I flip the recorder of my pipbuck on, “What kind of experiments?”

“Mine was the control and was the last to open,” Littlepip told me. “The most interesting thing was how they treated ponies with cutie marks. They assumed whatever appeared on your flank was just the job you where meant to do. I was a pipbuck technician in training when I left.”

“What of the other Stables?” I asked.

“Most Stables seemed to be most ran by mares,” Littlepip continued, “The first Stable I entered after I left was ran by stallions they treated mares like scared fillies. At least I assume they did. When I got there they were all dead, killed by a chimera created by a filly unicorn’s magical discharge. Another Stable the computer killed everypony because the water talisman was damaged. Stable-Tech made them go into the Stable early to see what would happen. Before they could stop the experiment the bombs fell.”

“That doesn’t sound like their fault,” I point out.

“Stable 1 in Canterlot was meant to be a punishment for those of the government that allowed the war to happen and continue.” The mare tells me, “They wanted then princesses to suffer and all who fallow them and their children.”

“This explains a lot,” I cheered.

A tear rolls down Littlepip’s cheek, “Those fucks are still doing it. I know it, everyone here is part of it, think they would stop back in my world.”

I pat Littlepip on the shoulder, “It’s okay.”

“If they are alive they need to die,” The pony remarks to herself.

“Aren’t you a cute buck,” A female voice draws my attention.

I looked around to see no one else. Then there was a clat on wood. A mug had appeared on the front desk. I could smell the alcohol in the air.

Examining the area, there was no pony in sight. It was the same salty stuff from before. My body got the urge again. I found myself tipping over the glass with my muzzle.

“What are you doing?” Littlpip startled me.

“There was someone here just now,” I replied.

The two of us sniffed the air.

“Can’t get a scent on her with that pissy alcohol in the air,” Littlepip remarks.

“We should split up,” I suggested.

“You know how to use a gun?” Littlepip asked.

“Pointy end goes bang,” I remarked taking a side pistol from the pony.

I rutted along the floor trying to pick up the freshest scent to fallow. Littlepip slips a bunch of books in her saddle bag before she started sniffing around.

A smell sparked a memory. The image of my daughter Cherry popped in my head. With a second thought I slipped out the door.

The hallway was graffitied with child drawings. Not shocked given the occupants of this place. I heard a filly humming. It sounded like Cherry’s voice.

I turned the corner to see a little pink filly. A wave of paint fumes made my head spin. The filly notices me. Her anatomy seemed off, she slinked to me her back limbs seeming to stretch and squish reminding me of how a lizard moved.

“Well hello mister,” The filly says to me, “My name is Pinkie Bell, how do you like my decorations?”

“Decorations? You mean your drawings?” I asked.

“Oh, the drawings are just part of it,” Pinkie Bell smiles.

“Are you lost?” I replied to the girl.

“Aren’t you looking for somepony?” Pinkie Bell asks back.

“Yeah, My daughter Cherry Emerald,” As I spoke to the filly pink paint flowed up from under the floor tiles. It fell upwards to the ceiling reminding me of a lava lamp.

I grabbed the filly and ran back for the library. After shutting the door, I waited a moment to see if the thing was fallowing us. Nothing happened so I sighed in relief. Then the paint fumes got to me and I emptied my stomach.

“Are you okay mister?” Pinkie Bell asks me.

“That hallway has some gas that makes ponies sick,” I explained, “Your feeling okay?”

“Peachie Pie,” The filly replied taking a step toward me. Her fur was ripe with the smell of paint and I got sick again.

“Stay away,” I snapped at the girl.

The filly gave me a sad look.

“That gas is on your fur, it’s making me sicker,” I explained as politely as I could to the child.

“Ahhh!” I heard Littlepip scream.

I franticly looked around the room but the mare wasn’t in sight.

“What was that,” Pinkie Bell asked a scared tone in her voice.

“Things are going to be okay sweetie,” I told the girl.

I heard another scream, This one was across the room coming from one of the other hallways. I turn to run in that direction.

My hoof trips on something and I crash into the floor. I turned to see a creature I was familiar with.

I called them Tanuki Dogs. Small rotting dog like creatures that drag long stretched out scrotums along the ground. The scrotum changes shape to suit their will.

The Tanuki Dog’s scrotum took the form of a hand. The hand stretches out from the creature and grabs my throat. I had dropped the gun and was franticly reaching for it with my hoof. I got to it and I kicked it up to my mouth. I fired hitting the thing in the head.

I get up to my feet gasping for breath. More yapping of Tanuki’s. These creatures can turn invisible.

Pinkie Bell screams as a scrotum hand appears and grabs her. I turn on SATS and fire at the creature killing it. But there was still at least one more.

Darkness covers my view. The creature had wrapped it’s scrotum around my face like a sheet. I feel pain as the thing bites and scratch at me. I fire the gun still in my mouth. The thing shrieks and let’s go. Before it could run away I came down on it with my hoof.

Littlepip screams again. I made my way down the hall gasping in horror at what I saw.
A creature was raping her. A hairless buck monster I never seen before. Littlepip herself was caught in the trance of a memory orb. If I was to guess that was how the creature was allowed to come up behind her like that.

Pinkie Bell screams and turns away. “It's hurting her like they did to mommy.

In raged, I slip into SATS and fired at it. The head shot didn’t stop it from violating Littlepip. But the memory orb shatters.

Littlepip awakes screaming in horror. She fights and kicks causing both her and the creature to fall to the floor. I grab the creature in an attempt to pull it off of the mare. It was stud fast to her hind parts. I put my hoof on her flank and pushed. It gave way with a loud pop.

Its nads went squashed with my hoof. Red and white runs out from between Littlepip’s thighs. She was crying her pupils very wide.

“Oh, goddess no, Goddess no, please anything but this!” Littlepip screams. She grabs me and shouts. “They cum Party Time Mint-als!”

“You’re saying that thing was injecting a drug into you?” I asked.

“I know what Mint-als feel like,” Littlepip snaps, “I have taken Mint-als.” More tears streak down her eyes, “Get it out of me!”

I helped Littlepip to her feet. She swayed lethargic. I put her leg around my shoulder to help her keep balance.

“That filly looks like Silver Bell,” The mare weakly remarked.

Littlepip limped in pain with every step as I take her down the hallway. When the masked foals appeared the Mint-al like drug made her reaction fast.

Littlepip starts crying again. She look at me wide eyed. “If I used it does that mean they win?”

I didn’t know how to reply. So, I just kept moving forward.

We reached the shower room. I told Silver Bell to stay in the changing part of the room as I lay Littlepip down under the shower heads. She laid her head down on the tile looking absolutely exhausted.

I turned on the water. It made her flinch. The mare pulls her tail back and lifts her hindleg allowing the shower to wash her nether area. After a few moments she closes her legs with a grunt of pain.

“I have an empty Med X in my saddle bag,” Littlepip tells me, “Take it out.”

I pull out the syringe. Littlepip takes it with her magic and unscrews the needle. She sticks the end in the water and sucks it up. After I realized what she was going to do with it I turn away blushing.

“Mane? What can you tell me about sperm?” Littlepip asks me.

“Um, what do you want to know?” I answered nervously.

“This is similar to something that happened to me the other day,” Littlepip told me she blushed turning her gaze away.

The other day? how often does this happen to you?

“A Changling, there was some kind of venom or paralytic mixed in. It burned itself fairly quickly out of me. The creature that attacked me just now squirted it’s stuff deep inside me. What I want to know is, how long am I going to be like this?”

I sigh, “First of all, Mint-als are tricky. No matter how much of it you take it affects you just the same. When that effect wares off depends on how long it takes for it to get out of your system. It may take days for all the seamen to get out of your system.

“So he’s still in me too,” Littlepip said sadly. “It made me watch.”

“What?” I replied.

“The memory orb, it wasn’t normal,” Littlepip told me, “It made me see through the Pipbu-the creature’s eyes as it raped me. I could feel everything it felt. Hear my body scream as it came. The whole time I could feel the Mint-als kick in. Then time slowed down.”

I knelt down and gave Littlepip a hug. She cried into my shoulder. Soon after the pony past out.

I was placing her dripping wet body on a bench when I heard the locker rattle. A howling sound came from the locker. It was a machine like cat sound.

I move my face closer, Suddenly with sparks a saw blade cuts through the locker door nearly cutting my snout. With a crash a creature, A cross between a saw blade and a cat came spinning out onto the floor.

It bounced sending sparks everywhere. Both me and Pinkie Bell jump back from the thing. It ornated it’s self and went for Littlepip.

I turned on SATS and fired at the thing hitting it’s spinning blade. The monster was sent across the room hitting another set of lockers. It starts rickashaying across the floor. My second shot hit the thing in the head.

“What the fuck was that!” The commotion had woken Littlepip. I noticed her give a glance to Pinkie Bell out of the corner of her eye.

“Nothing, You can go back to sleep now,” I told the mare.

“I’d rather not,” Littlepip stands up with a grunt.

“Your okay?” I asked.

“My vagina hurts, luckily I’m stoned, but that is why my vagina hurts,” She answered coldly giving Pinkie Bell another glance.

“Sure you don’t want to recover more,” I suggested.

“This isn’t the first time this place hurt me,” Littlepip told me as she took a gulp of Healing Potion. “My First day hear this place attacked me with something that made my orgasms so hard it made me bleed.”

Pinkie Bell giggles, Littlepip looks at her out of the corner of her eye again.

“Maybe you shouldn’t say stuff like that in front of the filly,” I pointed out.

Littlepip in one swift motion, draws her gun and shoots the pink filly in the heart. I draw my gun on the mare. Pinkie Bells screams and runs over to the shower area.

“If you’re going to shoot me shoot me,” Littlepip snaps.

“I haven’t killed anything other than monsters,” I cried.

“That girl was a monster,” Littlepip told me.

We both creep toward the shower area.

“My mind has been slipping away,” Littlepip explains.

“Yeah, I could tell,” I replied.

“There been hallucinations and voices,” Littlepip continued, “This whole time I thought she wasn’t real, at least only real in my head. Otherwise how could a filly I know just show up out of the blue?”

Pinkie Bell sat under a running shower pink streaks ran down the floor. She was melting? Pinkie Bell had a wide inpony smile on her face as she was melting away. “It was fun play acting mister but it seems that somepony don’t want to play. I will go have a party with your daughter now.” The last bit of her flows down the drain.

“Who the fuck was that!” I yelled at Littlepip.

“In my world she was called Silver Bell,” Littlepip answered, “When I met her she had problems. In my mind I called her corrupted Laughter. On my journey I met many like her. Here they fused with the avatars of the Elements of Harmony making these corrupted demons. I’m pretty sure Silver Bell or Pinkie Bell has replaced Pinkie Pie somehow.”

“So, she’s after me and my daughter because of you?” I pointed out.

“I’m sorry,” Littlepip replied.

“I’m no closer to finding my daughter,” I sighed.

“It gets worst, Pinkie Pie is watching,” Littlepip remarks.

“What?” I wasn’t getting it.

“Pinkie Bell has Pinkie Pies powers at the very least,” Littlepip answers.

“Shit, so she knows where my daughter is?” I realized, “What do we do now?”

“She went down, have we tried the basement?” Littlepip shrugs.

I decided to trust her Mint-al addled brain. We made our way to the basement. The basement had its own set of classrooms. That train fallowed us.

The sound of heavy breathing filled the halls. We fallowed the sound to a class room. A bunch of masked colts were in the room. I let Littlepip take them out.

I found my saddle bags in the corner. A gaping hole was in the center of the room. The room’s desks and chairs were tossed aside.

The breathing sound came from the hole. The two gave each other one last look geared up and jumped in.

I felt the earth under my hooves. The air smelt just as soily. We noticed the breathing sound was going farther away. We could now hear moans and slushy eating sounds.

There were rows of fat bloated ponies as far as the eye could see. They were so fat their hooves couldn’t touch the ground. Their bodies were cover in large pussy sores.

I noticed their tails were shaved away. I could tell they were all mares with faucets sticking out their privet areas. From the front the mares were franticly eating white slime from feeding bags strapped to their heads.

“What the fuck” Littlepip remarks.

“It can’t be,” I noted as I turned the handle of the faucet. Yellow liquid leaks out. That salty alcohol smell hit our noses.

“What is this?” Littlepip asks.

“Something or somepony are mutating these mares,” I answered.

“Mutating into wha-oh,” A smile of realization appeared on Littlepip’s lips.

“Yes, Liquor barrels,” I point out, “That stuff they are eating smells high in sugar.”

“Most likely has some kind of drug to dossal them,” Littlepip adds.

“Some how the mares get fat and turn into these things,” I commented, “They plug the end to let it all ferment. A mutation like this would take days or weeks.”

Littlepip started to check her ammo.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“If you want to save your daughter tail up from me as fast as you can,” Littlepip orders.

I nodded and ran across a few rows. When I heard the gun fire I ran down the line. Each shot was about a second apart.

A black creature that towered over head ran past me. It had a large bug like mask and six arms. It was wearing a black cloak. I would have called it a fly man.

“Come at me you fucker!” I heard Littlepip shout.

I trip and found myself face first in fresh grass. I saw blue sky and felt warm sun. A wonderful looking yellow cottage was in front of me. I sampled the astroturf and it tasted sweet.

The inside of the cottage was not quite so pleasant. It reeked of pissy booze. Bottles lay strewn along the floor.

“Daddy!” My little girl came running up to me. She puts her forlegs around my neck in a hug. The paint smell made my head sway.

“Did you see a pink filly,” I asked Cherry.

“She was here daddy by she ran off with the Mr. Flies,” Cherry replied.

Errr,

I heard a mare’s voice from the other room. Drawing my gun, I creep over to check it out. A yellow and red mare struggled to set herself up. I noticed it was the mare I seen walking across the hall and singing not soon after meeting Littlepip.

“Who are you?” I demanded,

“Wheelie Witchcart,” The mare slurs, She looks at the bottles around her, “It’s not what you think, The pink filly knocked me out.”

“Pink filly?” I questioned.

“Where’s the other filly?” Witchcart looked around the room, “My son brought them both but the second one wasn’t a filly.”

“You mean my daughter? Your son brought my daughter here?” I asked.

“There were so many girls but they all disappeared,” The mare ranted, “Gun shots came, My son runs and the pink filly attacks me.”

The world starts to shimmer and distort around me like everything I was seeing was a mirage. Gun shots could be heard in the background.

“I need a drink!” Witchcart looks around franticly.

I realized what was going on and grabbed the mare, “No, this is reality! The truth of what you done.”

The cottage disappeared, We were standing in the middle of a field of white mushrooms beyond that rows of mares turned alcohol stills. Witchcart walks up to one of the mares and turns the faucet. She backs away in horror. Then she caught the cutie mark.

“No, no, This was one of my students!” Witchcart shouts tears rolled down her cheeks. After a moment she speaks up again. “Me and Cheerilee, We had a dream once. She had the power to open a school. I was a talented unicorn mage. I wished to help teach all young ponies all kinds of magic. Cheerilee wished to help.”

Witchcart closed her eyes. Her horn glows metal. She opens her eyes they glowed metal.

I could hear all the faucets around me turn at once. Gold liquid washed over the floor. The horn glowed brighter. The liquid ignited in flame and the flames started to spread.

The still ponies screamed as they caught on fire. Steam flowed out of their orifices the gas igniting. The first one explodes in a wet boom. Then another and another.

“We got to get out of here,” I told Witchcart.

The color leaves her horn and eyes. She starts sobbing in a frantic state.

“No, I want to die!” the mare shouts.

“If you do everything good you done in your life would be for not,” I snapped at the pony.

Witchcart nods her head in compliance.

“Cherry lets go,” I ordered.

“No the party just started,” Cherry said tapping both me and Witchcart on the flank.

We froze, my daughter’s flesh and clothing start to melt away. Pink bleeds through and Pinkie Bell comes into view. Paint consumed her body and she takes the shape of Pinkie Pie.

“Yeppies playing pretend is so much fun but it’s good to be myself,” The paint Pinkie Pie cheered.

I could see mine and Witchcart’s colors pull away. It didn’t hurt but I wanted to scream out. My body was going numb.

“Oh, I’m not going to end the party,” Pinkie Pie smiles, “I just want your attention. I want to play a game of hide and seek. I have your daughter it’s in a place dear to me.”

A large caliber bullet shoots through Pinkie Pie. She splatters all over the place and the pieces slink away. The colors came back to my body releasing me.

“Get out butts in gear people,” Littlepip snaps.

We ran back for the hole. By now the whole place was on fire. The air was thick with smoke and burning flesh. Still ponies randomly exploded around us spring us with boiling body fluids.

Witchcart trips over the body of the Fly Man. She removes the mask revealing a pony.

“My son!” She cries.

Littlepip bucks her in the back of the head and takes the pony up with her magic.

>

“She’s hiding my daughter in some place special to her,” I remarked to the others.

We were all exhausted. We laid our heads low as we moped in one of the empty class rooms.

“What do we know about her?” Littlepip asks as she listened into her ear bloom.

“Well Pinkie Pie was a baker,” Witchcart points out holding an ice pack to her head. “Maybe the cake twins?”

“Been there,” Littlepip remarks, “By the way it looked I don’t think the Element of Laughter was nesting there.” Littlepip pause for a moment as if listening to some pony. “What’s the rock farms?”

Witchcart gives me a look.

“She’s new here,” I explained then turned to Littlepip, “It’s an area between the mountains and desert prairie. Stable-Tech has graced Silent Ponyville with biospheres for wild life.”

“So, there’s an area that would simulate a rock farm?” Littlepip asks.

“Yes,” I looked at Witchcart.

“I don’t know the area either,” She shrugs.

“Doesn’t Rarity have a colony at the mines or something over there?” Littlepip points out, “From my experience the Avertars of Harmony are pretty chummy.”

“Too, bad I don’t have my picture book of spells” Witchcart remarks.

“Does it look like this,” Littlepip smirks waving a book from her saddle bag, “I even found these letters.”

“My godess you found the lost spells as well,” Witchcart cheered, “But I need a few moments to put it together.”

“I don’t mind,” Littlepip replied with a smile.

When I got a chance I took Littlepip aside. “You seem to being doing better.”

“It’s hard to be crazy on a cleared mind,” Littlepip remarks, “I don’t know what will happen when the Mint-als ware off. Will I slip back into madness. It’s bad enough fighting my addiction when I was of clear mine.”

“Sure not being around other ponies isn’t playing a part in your clarity?” I asked.

Littlepip thought about it. “Could be.”

The sound of sirens pierced our ears. My body started feeling funny. The room goes dark.

When the lights came back on we were in a subway.

“Sorry about that,” Witchcart blushed, “I didn’t mean to activate the spell. I guess it’s more sensitive then I remember.”

“What is this?” I asked.

“I have a thing for trains and rails,” Witchcart answers.

“I noticed,” I replied.

“This is a transportation spell of sorts,” Witchcart told us, “I summoned a train that takes us anywhere with tracks”

“Only in Silent Ponyville I’m assuming,” Littlepip points out.

“Yes,” Witchcart answers.

“Didn’t think it was going to be that easy,” Littlepip sighs.

“Where’s the train?” I noted.

“D’ats coming,” I voice in a Zebra accent answers.
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FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending triggered if Mane Mason dies or fails to help Littlepip
_

Littlepip awakes finding herself strapped to a barrel rack. A cow in a hazard suit stares the mare face to face. Another cow dressed like the other shaves the hair off her tail with an electric razor making her rear exposed.

“What are you doing to me!” Littlepip cries.

The cow spreads her hind lips. She lets out a yelp as the faucet was inserted into her. The pain makes the little pony tear up

A feeding bag is shoved over Littlepip’s face. It was full of sweet smelling white slime.

“Eat!” The cow ordered.

Littlepip refused,

The cow pushed up on the bag. The slime covers her nose and mouth cutting off her ability to breathe. After a few minutes of struggling for air she opens her mouth and inhales the slime swallowing it.

The cow takes the bag away. The drugs slide over her bodied and Littlepip’s mind floats away. A few minutes later the cow gives her the feeding bag again.

“Eat,” The cow orders.

Littlepip did as she was told without question and sucks up the goo.

As the days pass and Littlepip gets bigger and fatter as the sugary slime was fed to her. Soon she was as fat and swollen as the other ponies around her.
> Chapter 8: The Train Across the Heavens
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

   “Old lives are ended, new lives are begun, and running through it all is a steam engine. A train carrying on its endless rails the dreams, the hopes, the ambitions, and the youth of all humanity.”
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“Da names Ckullx,” The Zebra wearing a bowler hat stated leaning on a bow staff, “A Zebra of games.”

I looked at Witchcart. Mason looked at her the same way. Witchcart answered us with an unknowing shrug.

“Who are you?” Mason asks.

“Dain’t you hear wa I said?” Ckullx snaps.

“I guess better put, why or how are you here?” Mason restates.

“Not dat it matter but dis is my world,” Ckullx replied.

Both Mason and I give Witchcart a look of you’re the one that brought us here. Again she shrugs.

The train pulls up. It was a really silly looking thing decorated like a bunch of cupcakes. I counted twenty six, My Mint-aled brain told me that was significant but why hadn’t clicked.

The doors opened and we, the four of us walked in.

The train car was empty of ponies. Not that shocking. It looked new with bed bench things to lay on.

Mason was the first to plop down on the bedding, Witchcart was next. Ckullx sat down at a table and started playing solitary with a deck of cards. How he held them I didn't know.

I flopped myself down on one of the beds too. I then unstrapped my saddle bags.  I took the time to check my inventory.

“Littlepip are you okay?” Mason asks me.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” I said off handily.

“Just that you been through a lot,” Mason adds, “I mean some traumatic stuff.”

My nerves popped and I snapped, “I said I’m fine.”

I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I turned away to hide my face.

Moping, I lifted my tail to look at my rear. I stewed in my thoughts, emotions and memories at I looked at my self. The Mint-als made my thoughts move at super speed.

“Did something happen to her?” I over hear Witchcart whisper to Mason.

“A monster raped her,” Mason whispers back, “It wasn’t normal.”

“Nothing normal about a rape,” Witchcart snaps.

I finished checking my inventory. There wasn't any Healing Potions.

“You two have any Healing Potions on you?” I asked Mason and Witchcart.

The ponies shook their heads.

“I do, but you dot to play me for it,” Ckullx answers.

I walked over toward the Zebra.

“What's your price,” I have no bits and no caps.”

“Caps?” The Zebra questions.

“It’s another form of money,” I didn’t want to go through the whole long story of explaining it.”

“Very well, but I do not play for money I play for memories,” The Zebra puts one set of cards away and takes out another. “These cards are the same as the witches spell book.”

He puts a card down. An “A” the word “apple” and a picture of an apple was on it.

“So, that’s how you got here,” Witchcart remarks.

“These are just children’s flash cards?” I point out not being impressed by these magic cards.

“Wait! Littlepip don’t look!” Witchcart shouts.

A bright flash goes over my vision. It took me a moment for my eyes to adjust, so the first thing that hit me was the clean air. I saw the green leaves of apple trees and the clear blue sky. I could feel the grass at my feet.

Then I heard the moans and grunts and I caught the smell of them on the wind. My eye slowly move down to see two ponies in the mitts of intercourse at the bottom of a hill.

Normally I would blush and turn and walk away pretending I didn’t see anything. But who I seen stunned the heck out of me. The Applejack herself being rammed by a big green stallion.

“Steelhooves?” I accidently spoke out. At this moment I realized the universe hates me. That’s the only thing that explains my life. How else I would just appear in front of them like this? At a moment like this?

Both Applejack and Steel- I mean Applesnack freeze and look at me. At this time my Mint-aled brain noted that there where baskets of apples around them. A story formed of them harvesting the orchard and in the middle of their work the two got frisky.

“Littlepip?” Applesnack says in that deep monotone voice I missed so much.

Tears drop as I turn away blushing red. My foot slips in a rabbit hole causing me to smack my face against a nearby tree.

“Littlepip you’re bleeding!” I heard Applesnack shout.

“Woe, Celestia’s utters! sugar, I’m a still attached here!” Applejack snaps. I didn’t need to hear that.

“I’m okay!” I replied wiping the blood from my head.

“Did something happen to you?” Applesnack demands.

I was confused for a moment, “Nothing,” I replied taken aback.

“There’s something wrong,” Applesnack said in an ordering tone.

Does father figure males have some kind of second sense? Not that I saw Steelhooves as a father. He’s just one of those kind of males.

“I was attacked-raped,” My voiced choked.

“Oh, sweetie I’m sorry,” Applejack reacts.

“Raiders,” Applesnack snaps, “Littlepip you shouldn’t have had to die like that.”

“Oh, I’m not dead, I think…” I told them unsure.

Enough time pasted for Applejack and Applesnack pulled themselves apart. They make a sigh of relief.

Now able to look at them, I noticed that Applejack seemed a little fat. Wait, is she pregnant? Pregnant sex? That’s just wrong.

Applejack puts her hoof around my shoulder.

“Come on dear let’s talk about it at the house.”

>

“And they cum Party Time Mint-als?” Applesnack questionably remarks.

“Something to the same effect,” I told him as I give the dull yellow foal with the cinnamon brown mane and no cutie mark, a look of he just didn’t say that in front of her.

“I know what cum is,” Cinnamonsnack snarked at me after catching my look. The child of the Element of Honesty people. 

“I still feel the drug pumping in my system,” I added.

The Apple’s home was a roomy place but still had a quaintness to it.

“So, you’re my granddaughter Applesnack talked so fondly of,” Applejack remarks, “You’re a skinny little weed for an Apple.”

“Granddaughter?” I give a questioning look to Applesnack.

“She asked, if I knew who are grand children were,” The buck told me, “I answered I never bothered looking for who was directly related. I had no right to try to interfere with their lives in that way. They were strangers far removed from my life. But since I all ready knew you and Velvet.”

“We might as well be your grand children,” I finished before taking a drink from a cup of apple cider that was on the table in front of me, “I’m honored really.”

Two young colts walked in. They didn’t have their cutie marks either. The Apples been busy indeed.

“Ah, Applecrack and Applesmack,” Applejack introduced.

I raised an eyebrow to the orange mare in a look of, Really that’s what you named your kids?

“Kids this is Aunt-,” Applejack paused. Both of us at the same time realized how silly the name Aunt Littlepip sounded.

“Aunt Pip” I answered.

Both bucks half heartedly waved at me.

Some blood drops on the wood floor from my head.

I blushed, “I guess I need a Healing Potion.”

“We don’t have Healing Potions,” Applejack told me, “Put’in something down your gullet to heal a hole in your hide seems wrong and unhealthy. I do have Healing Slav you applied directly to the wound. It stings a little but works just as well and without put’in those nasty magical toxins in places you didn’t intend them to be.”

Applejack leaves the room. I motioned to Applesnack I wanted to talk to him alone.

“Kids go out and play,” Applesnack orders

Like good children they did as they were told. I expected no less from Steelhooves’s offspring.

When the room was empty I leaned in close to the buck. “Is she real? I mean I’m not even sure you’re real. Please tell me you didn’t make a mental projection of your lost love, Fucked her until pregnant and after.”

“I Applejack, the original, of my own free will coxed my husband into having sex with me well pregnant,” The orange mare sneaks up behind me and whispers into my ear teasily. “Good enough for you sugarcube?” Applejack gives me a bucket of paste with a spoon. “Now go get yourself fixed up.”

“I just want to know one thing before I fix myself up,” I told the two, “Where’s the child Applejack had in Stable 2?”

“We see each other once in a while,” Applejack answers, “Out side of here, Most ponies call it the meeting nexus.”

“We seen each other once,” Applesnack adds in, “That was all I needed.”

“But our children born here, they can’t leave this place,” Applejack points out, “This is because they are alive and part of this world. Heck it’s rare for others to enter another pony’s heaven without a power backing them up or it being someone they love deeply. My other child can’t even enter here. When Applesnack appeared I was shocked”

I smile, “I think that’s because you and Applesnack truly love each other by choice. Family you have a bond. It’s not love, It can form love, but it’s something witch you don’t have a choice about. I don’t like my mother for example. She isn’t too fund of me either. We have a bond, I wouldn’t call it love but it’s something as indescribable. Applesnack you let me into your heart and that’s how I think I’m here.”

“There would have been a time when I would have told you that was wrong,” Applejack sighs, “But that was just a filly’s dream.”

Applejack and Applesnack cuddles with each other as I went to the wash room to apply the slav.

“So, Applejack I’m assuming you been in this place the longest you could explain it the best?" I asked as I walked back into the room when I finished. "What is this place? Why is it different from Silent Ponyville. How am I able to get from here to there? Why are you here and not there?”

“I’m sorry Littlepip I can’t explain, this is like our own Eden.” Applejack paused, “You said Silent Ponyville?”

“You know of it too?” I remarked, “Celestia had the same reaction to Silent Ponyville.”

“Celestia?” Applesnack said in what I assuming is shock.

“She’s a computer now,” I told him.

“You mean a computer named Celestia?” Applesnack asks.

“No, her brain was transferred to a computer using magic,” I answered, “About Silent Ponyville?”

“It’s a story, Twilight caught some of my friends in an experiment,” Applejack told me, “Some kind of dream world thing. Pinkie Pie told me, She was in a dark version of Ponyville called it Silent Ponyville-“

Strobing lights hit my eyes. I realized I was looking out the window of the train. Ckullx was smiling at me. Witchcart had me in her arms.

“Who are you really!” Mason demands.

“Why shou’d I tell you?” Ckullx replied.

I Mint-al clicked,

“Witchcart, your spell book it didn’t happen to orientate from Zebra magic?” I asked.

“Well, I was a researcher well the Great War was happening,” Witchcart cringed.

Another immortal why do I keep running into them.

I gave Ckullx a glare, “Your from the Zebra Empire!”

“Dis is true,” Ckullx judged our reactions with his eyes giving Mason a good look.

“I’m just a simple writer, Not some soldier for a war that should be forgotten.” Mason remarks.

“I took a deep interest in you Liddlepip,” Ckullx smirks, “Not since I sensed da goddess’s mind.”

“Goddess? You mean Luna?” Mason remarks.

My Mint-al brain clicks, “Zebras in the heart of Equestria have trouble not calling Luna “Nightmare Moon,” or “The dark one,” Why would a Zebra from the heart of the Empire call her Luna?”  Catching this stuff seemed easy now. I should go back over my past conversations before this wears off.

“She called herself da goddess,” Ckullx told me, “I met her here in the world between nirvanas. When her body on the lower plan died her soul split into four.”

“Ah, so her reach even extend to here.” I noted.

“Goddess?” Mason questioned, “An experiment done by Twilight Sparkle to make unicorns as powerful as alicorns. It made a monster that killed her, It consumed her to her soul.”

“Yes, da pieces of my goddess wish to become one again,” Ckullx explains, “I found da twins wondering da realms. But da oder two dey found each oder in dat dark nirvana you call Silent Ponyville.”

Shit here it comes,

“Once she is revived, she well have you as a new body,” Ckullx explains.

“Yeah, this was Lyra’s plan,” I remarked.

I pulled out a gun. Ckullx drops a card. “B,” and “Bull,”.

We were pulled back by some kind of force sending us flying through the air. Train cars pass by our vision. Then we stopped with a hard thud.

The engine groaned and creaked with metallic sounds. The Casta Taurus had cables and pulleys attached to it. Each pull of the arm and kick of the leg ran the engine that moved the train.

I got a view of the creature to tell me it was a buck. The centaur turned and looked at me steam shooting from its metal nose.

My radio clicks on,

“I wish to trade my blood for rust, my blood for rust,
I wish to trade my breath for steam, My breath for steam,

I wish not to be alive again,
To be a machine of rust and steam,
My soul is an atomic battery,

All I wish to feel is rust and steam, rust and steam
I am an unfeeling machine,”

The creature reaches over for a handle. When he grabbed it clicked loose. A large blade came out with a creek.

We dodged the crashing blade. It hit the metal floor with a spark and we scattered.

I ducked between the centaur’s hind legs. I slipped into a gap. A gear came at me. I rolled out of the way hitting the grated floor with a thunk.

My foot steps on something as I stood up. It was a card, “C” and “Cake”.

The smell of sugar hits my nose. Towers of cake surrounded me. Mason and Witchcart were gone.

Suddenly one of the cakes explode spraying me with white frosting and bread.

“Hello Littlepip,” Prophet Bless smiles at me his mouth full of predatory teeth.

I panicked reaching for one of my guns. They were gone. I must of dropped them when I was tossed back.

“No, your-“ I cried.

“D for Dead,” Prophet Bless interrupts a bloody card sliding from his mouth.

“Why, I killed you!” I shouted.

“What do you think death is?” Blood runs down Prophet Bless’s forehead. His smiling pointed teeth stained with blood.

“I’m sorry for what I did,” Littlepip cries, “I’m not even sure, you made me so confused! She made me so confused!”

“You have a story to play out,” Prophet Bless told me, “From A… to… Z…”

A staff bonks me on the back of the head. A card flies past me. As I turned to face my attacker, I was struck in the side of the horn. Ckullx spins his staff around his body.

I was back on the train. Ckullx smiles at me and slips out of the window. I stepped to go after him when the pressure made my head whoosh.

There was a raging pain as the blood vessels pops in my horn. The velvet around my horn swells putting presser on my head.

I took out my combat knife. Placed the blade over the edge of a couch. I circumcised the skin on the tip of my horn. The blood released with a squirt. My head clears and the swelling goes down.

I quickly scan the room wiping the blood from my bleeding horn out of my eyes. My companions were no were to be seem. I had to chase after Ckullx. My Mint-al brain told me what to do.

I ran into the next car and the one after that. Ckullx slides in through one window and out another. I jump after him.

We stood on the roof of the train car staring each other down. There were and endless back void. My algora kicks in a little. I pushed that out of my mind. Oddly out of the corner of my eye I could see a giant Mason’s head.

With my combat knife in my mouth, I charged at Ckullx kicking on my SATS. He charged at me. Our weapons clashed back and forth.

My foot slips, It gets caught on a rack or ring on the side of the train. I fall back, stopping with a snap of my ankle.

My knife fell in the void. Blood from my horn fell in the void. The pain the pressure pulling on my body caused my bladder to give. Urine flowed down my hanging body.

A card drops by my face. I look up to see Ckullx. He pulls out another card. I could see the image of a ghost.

It went black,

“You let my daughter die,” Lyra voice told me.

A golden lamp swings back and forth cloaking the aqua unicorn with light and dark. A card “H” and “Human” lay on the floor.

The swinging light cloaks Lyra in darkness. When the light came back she was in her nude human form.

“You let the monster kill her!” Lyra shouts at me. She kept changing back a forth from pony to human, “You could have stopped it you could have done something!”

I looked away, I saw the card again. It changed, “I” and “Insect”.

A Changeling appeared in front of me.

“You could have let me live,” Prophet Bless shouted, “You could have took pity on me. Be understanding of how my biology works. Be understanding of how my species think and works. You could have been forgiving. Instead- “

Two cards drops to the floor as the like cloaked the Changeling in the darkness. When the light swings back it was Sioux Falls pointing a gun at her self.

“You killed me Littlepip,” She puts the gun in her mouth and fires. Blood splatters landing on the darkness.

I jumped up out of bed in a sweat. A card was laying next to my leg. There was a heart on it with the words, “L for Love”.

“Littlepip, What’s wrong?” Homage asks sitting up next to me.

“I- think I had a nightmare,” I replied with a sigh.

Homage starts rubbing my shoulders. I flinched, hard pain shoots up my hindleg.

“Is it your pipleg again?” Homage asks noticing my pain, “If you got another infection. Then they will have to-”

No, my hindleg and my horn is throbbing” I told my lover.

“Let me look,” Homage turns on the light with her magic. She lets loose a gasp. “Oh, Luna what did you do to yourself Littlepip!” She puts her hoof on my cheek. Then she pulls the blankets away from my legs. The pony frowns at the sight of my swelling leg. “You must have snapped something in your sleep. You know what that pod is doing your body.” 

“I don’t think that’s it,” I remarked looking at my bruised horn, “I think this happened in my dream.”

“I’ll get one of the doctors,” Homage told me.

“No,” I stopped Homage before she could leave, “Could you fix it yourself, This is our time, I don’t what them interfering.”

“Littlepip,” Homage said unsurely.

“You just have to reset it and give me a Healing Potion,” I told her.

“Littlepip!” Homage snaps, “Healing Potions aren’t healthy for you! Specially after that buildup you got.”

“Applejack was right,” I remarked to myself with a smirk.

“What?” Homage reacted.

“Sorry, Just give me one,” I shook my head, “I’ll have to risk it.”

“Fine,” Homage flashed me an angry look as she walks off.

I lay in the bed. My mind was still confused. Why did my body feel like a ton of bricks. My pipleg was shaking. Its nerves flared in spasms. But I couldn’t tell Homage that.

After a few minutes Homage came back. She reset my ankle causing me to let loose a yelp. I’d imagine to those outside the room would think it was our normal noises.

I pulled my heavy body back up and swallowed the Healing Potion. My body tingled as it healed. Exhausted I flopped back in bed.

“You need me to help you get back to sleep?” Homage asks slipping down to the floor at end of the bed

“What do you me-!” Before I could finish, In a flash the mare tossed a blanket over my legs and ducked under. Her wonderful tongue slipped inside me. The sudden sensation makes my eyes roll in the back of my head.

I noticed the card. It was the same one I was looking at earlier. But it was flipped upside down. I flip the card over, “M” and “Mother”. My heart sinks. I instantly toss the blanket aside.

My mother had her head between my legs. I scream in horror. The mare looks up at me. She licks my juices off her lips with a gleeful smile.

“What’s the matter Littlepip,” She asked, “I thought you wanted me to love you?”

“Mom please stop!” I cried, I tried to kick her away but my body couldn’t move. It didn’t have the power too.

“Oh, you want to see where you came from?” My mother stands up on the bed and turns around displaying her rump to me.

I closed my eyes and turn my head away.

“Now, now Littlepip I thought you like that sort of thing,” My mother mocked, No I this point I’m sure this was not my mother. “What? you think my pussy is gross? It is because a baby came out? But you don’t mind baby birth pussies do you? Maybe it’s because you came out of here?”

“Get that away from me you bitch!” I snapped.

“You're a bad girl,” My mother snaps.

“No! no! no!” I scream as she sits on my face.

“You know Littlepip,” The mare on my face sighs, “It’s really a miracle,” She puts her hooves on my crotch and spreads it. “A biological machine that can create life yet has potential of such abuse. We stick things in it for pleasure. Lets others touch it for fun. Then you want to touch other ponies. All that masturbation. We are such dirty ponies.”

The mare begin to start moving her hips. My muzzle sunk deeper in her hole as she humped me. My body struggles for air as my not mother moans in pleasure.

My lungs burned as I tried to suck in air. Soon my brain starts to go black. Then she lifts her rump. I gasped for air.

“Now next time little one if you lick it I’ll let you breathe,” She told me.

I nod my head as tears rolled out the side of my eyes. I didn’t think she was going to kill me but there was that voice in the back of my head that didn’t want to die. So, when she lowered her rump back down I started licking it.

My fake mother moans some more. She slips herself forward to adjust where she wanted me licking. My tongue finds the hard bit of cartilage I was looking for. I crunched it in my teeth as I bit down.

She squirted my face as she orgasmed. The shock made me gasp and my lungs sucked in her severed piece of flesh. My fake mother jumps off of me screaming in pain. Blood squirts out of her privet area with each pump of her heart. 

My mind whooshed, I found myself back on the train. Witchcart stood over me with her picture spell book. I reeked of mare and could taste my mother on my lips.

“What’s happing to me?” I asked as I stood up.

“Q for Question,” Witchcart remarks.

“What?” I reacted.

“I used my spell book to summon you here,” Witchcart explains, “You been put under a curse. Luckily you seem to be past the half way point.”

“So, I’m under a curse what’s next?” I wondered.

“R for Rail,” Witchcart answers.

Suddenly the panel I was standing on gives way. As I fell I kicked on SATS. My heart races the fastest it ever had.

SATS identified all the low hanging objects. I rolled and screwwormed for my life. When SATS went out I could hear myself screaming loudly.

The train screeches to a halt. A card rolls by my head. “S” “Stop”. I rolled my eyes.

I crawled to the end of the train. When I got to my feet, I heard the steam whistle squill. The train started moving and I had to grab and clime up on the end cart railing.

I enter the train car. A card was waiting for me. “T” and “Train”. I had time to access my wounds. I had a half a dozen deep cuts. Most of them had stopped bleeding already but could open easily. To my dismay I also screamed my voice out.

The door had a card on it, “U” and “Unity”. I enter into some kind of study.

The air has the smell of a buck’s musk. I took another sniff, earth pony. The scent of the pony was familiar. I gritted my teeth when I realized who it was. Red Eye,

I explore around the room looking for him. All I found were books. There was a balcony one could walk out onto with a nice veiw of a plant covered cliff with a waterfall.

I was a little disappointed that Red Eye's heaven was so pleasant and walked out of the room. After shutting the door behind me, I looked at it for moment.

I pulled off the card and reopened the door. This time there was another train car.

A card lay in the middle of the floor. I walked up to it. “V” and “Victory”. A hard force hits the back of my head.

“Which will you choose Liddlepip?” I heard Ckullx’s voice.

I quickly realized I was on the roof of the train. Again?

“Da wrider or da witch?” Ckullx continued his speech.

I noticed that Mason and Witchcart were hanging off the sides of the train. Mason on one side Witchcart on the other. They were connected by a rope at Ckullx’s feet.

Ckullx points at Mason, “Da wrider who is just a simple stallion, Who’s only sin is dat he loves his daughter.” Ckullx then points at Witchcart, “Or da mare witch who spends her life helping children. With your magic powers you can only save one.”

Suddenly Ckullx tosses a knife to the ground. The rope snaps, I slip into SATS. I took Mason in my magic. Witchcart’s screams faded into the void.

I lost my concentration when Ckullx attacked me. Mason grabs the side ladder when my magic failed.

“You made your choice Liddlepip,” Ckullx smirked.

“Why,” I said horsly with tears in my eyes.

“Da Overmare of Sident Ponyville agreed to give me the Trixie Twilight being in return of teaching you sacrificed.”

All I could do was speak to the Zebra with a look of my eyes. The Zebra under stood my look.

“I know your da avatall of sacrifice,” He told me, “Da Overmare is noder avatall of sacrifice. She dinks your weak.

I don’t care what some bitch thinks of me!” I shout as I struck back at the Zebra.

“Don’t you have some kind of magical weapon or someding?” The Zebra remarks before tripping me with his staff, “I was hoping to see dat.”

I answered by summoning my Keyblade. The sudden appearance of the weapon allowed me to stab my striped enemy in the shoulder.

“You might have a chance,” Ckullx whacks my flank with the end of his staff.

Mason head butts the Zebra. Ckullx spins around and smacks the earth pony in the side of the head.

I try to use my telekinetic magic on the Zebra. A talisman gem embedded in the staff gleams. My magic recoils and rebound on both me and Mason knocking back. Mason almost fell off the side and had to pull himself up.

“Silly girl,” Ckullx laughs, “I’m a Zebra Empire researcher. You dink I don’t have a defense against the most basic unicorn spell?”

Still facing down Ckullx, I inch my way over to Mason. “Go below and get my weapons,” I told the buck in my horse voice. “I’ll try to keep him busy for the moment.”

“Fine by me,” Mason shimmies down the side of the train.

I dodge a staff strike from Ckullx and knocked it back with my Keyblade. I took the chance to run past him. The Zebra took pursuit of me.

I found myself running out of train as I reached the engine car. Suddenly the Casta Taurus’s hand punctures the roof of the car. I whinny as it grabs me dropping my weapon. The full beast climes up out of the hole pulling its self on the roof.

“Aren’d you driving da train?” Ckullx remarks taking a few steps back from the centaur.

The massive monster swings a large sword at Ckullx.

“Too slow big fella,” The Zebra remarks.

I kick myself free and lands on the train roof on my back with a thud. The centaur starts to reach for me. I slipped past the hand and did what any unicorn mare would do when confronted with a male of such massive size. I stabbed my horn in the side if it’s sheath.

The Casta Taurus roars and rears up. I found myself being lifted off the ground Since my horn was still stuck in it’s member.

Ckullx dove in and attacked me with his staff. I blocked the blow with me hind hooves. I could feel the nails on one of my feet crack. The force was strong enough to knock me loose from the Casta Taurus.

The beast swats Ckullx a side sending him off the side of the train. To my shock the Zebra was floating in mid air. Ckullx vooshed over and blew a powder into the Casta Tarsus’s face and mask. The creature collapsed, I didn’t move in time and found myself having to crawl out from under the centaur’s ball sack.

“How do you get yourself in predicaments like dis Liddlepip?” Ckullx mocks from atop the unconscious beast as it’s soccer ball sized testicles bounces around against the back of my head.

I lashed out at the Zebra. He just jumped back and blew more powder in the Casta Taurus’s mask. The behemoth starts to stir and stand. I was standing on top of it.

I lost my footing on the Casta Taurus. I fell off it and the train but caught my self with my telekinetic magic. Then grabbed the ladder on the side.

“Just to have you know I put da beast under my power,” Ckullx told me, “Beast get her.” The Zebra orders.

Casta Taurus swings it's blade at me. It missed me as I got myself back on the train roof. The sword hits the roof’s floor as I dodge another attack.

I focused on the Casta Taurus. My magic may not work on the Zebra but the masked monster was free game.

The creature’s feet were caught in the green aura of my magic. I flip it over with my magic and the monster fell out of view.

My ears flinched at the sound of the gun shot. I took off for the sound. Ckullx went after me.

I saw Mason through the train car sky light. It shattered with a hoof stomp.

As I grabbed my weapons with my magic. Casta Taurus’s blade stabs up through the floor.

Mason looks down the hole, “Isn’t he suppose to be driving?”

I shrug,

Mason grabbed our gear and runs into the next train car.

Ckullx smacked me from behind hitting my thighs with his staff. I flip over on my back. A pull a pistol out of the sky light port.

It fires, Ckullx dodges. I fire three more shots. He moved so fast he looked like a blurr.

The Zebra kicks me in the face. Something in my muzzle snaps and blood starts running down my throat and out my nose.

I roll out of the way of a staff strike and got to my feet.

“See Liddlepip, I’m way better den you,” Ckullx mocks.

The word “Better” clicks in my head. I give a sly smile.

“Why so happy Liddlepip?” Ckullx notes the look on my face.

“That rebound talisman?” I point out, “It reacts to telekinetic magic?”

“Yes you know this,” Ckullz replied.

“Good, because no one does that spell better them me!” I shouted unleashing all my telekinetic might in a green flash.

The talisman gem gave out a high pitch noise, then explodes speckling Ckullx with shards. Suddenly a look of shock goes on his face. He gasps for air as he looks down at the blood spear sticking out of his heart.

I wiped the blood from my nose. “I hate having to use that magic.”

Ckullx starts laughing, “Da black book of course dats where I know where your energy is from.” Then the Zebra gives me a hard look, “He would have sensed da use of his power just now. Now dat he knows a new one is in da realms he will find you and own your soul. Remember Liddlepip, Death is only da beginning.”

Ckullx lets himself fall off the edge of the train.

“Yep, if I was a betting pony I’ll say that wouldn’t be the last we see of him,” I remarked as the body disappeared out of sight.

“Littlepip!” Mason shouts as he climb up on the roof.

As he reached me the Casta Taurus started climbing the train after him or us. With my magic I detached the train cars.

The Casta Taurus roars as the gap between the train cars widen.
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FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending triggered if Littlepip saves Witchcart instead of Mason.
_

Suddenly Ckullx tosses a knife to the ground. The rope snaps, I slip into SATS. I took Witchcart in my magic. Mason’s screams faded into the void.

I lost my concentration when Ckullx attacked me. Witchcart grabs the side ladder when my magic failed. She looks down at the void and her horn glows.

“You made your choice Liddlepip,” Ckullx smirked.

“Why,” I said horsly with tears in my eyes.

“Da Overmare of Sident Ponyville agreed to give me the Trixie Twilight being in return of teaching you sacrificed.”

All I could do was speak to the Zebra with a look of my eyes. The Zebra under stood my look.

“I know your da avatall of sacrifice,” He told me, “Da Overmare is noder avatall of sacrifice. She dinks your weak.

I don’t care what some bitch thinks of me!” I shout as I struck back at the Zebra.

“Don’t you have some kind of magical weapon or someding?” The Zebra remarks before tripping me with his staff, “I was hoping to see dat.”

I answered by summoning my Keyblade. The sudden appearance of the weapon allowed me to stab my striped enemy in the shoulder.

“You might have a chance,” Ckullx whacks my flank with the end of his staff.

Mason head butts the Zebra. Ckullx spins around and smacks the earth pony in the side of the head. The buck falls back into Witchcarts hooves.

I try to use my telekinetic magic on the Zebra. A talisman gem embedded in the staff gleams. My magic recoils and rebound on me, Mason  Witchcart knocking us back. Mason almost fell off the side and had to pull himself up.

“Silly girl,” Ckullx laughs, “I’m a Zebra Empire researcher. You dink I don’t have a defense against the most basic unicorn spell?”

“How about the floor!” Witchcart shouts her horn glowing bright.

The metal flooring of the train roof liquefy. Ckullx’s hooves sinks in and the roofing solidified.

“Let me go!” Ckullx shouts.

“No, we have some questions for you,” Littlepip smirks.
> Chapter 9: Rarity’s Haven
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“This! Is! The worst! Possible thing!”
_

The train crashed, It hit the wall of some kind of tunnel. Mason and I had to run away as the shaft the train hit collapses on the machine.

Looking around at our surroundings we discover we were in the traces of an old mine. To my shock a map to the mine was already in my pipleg. It was called the Piefeild Mines. A joke about poo popped in my head and I giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Mason asked.

“Nothing just me being silly,” I waves the buck off.

Our ears hears sound of something tapping on the ground. We sniffed the air for a scent of monsters. The air had a dust dry musty smell to it. There were more faint smells of something living. We decided to keep our ears up and noses to the air.

The smells were getting stronger as we reached the crossing shafts. They were stronger on the ceiling then the floor. At least three distinct individuals. Not equine, but not quite not. Kind of amphibians smelling, Chimeras? They are pony sized by the scent trace area.

I walked toward the direction the smells went.

“Littlepip what are you doing? Mason asks in a low tone as I turn directions.

“I want to recon these things,” I answered quietly.

“What about my daughter?” Mason snaps.

“You have the same map I do the exit isn’t far away,” I told him.

“You do realize if it smells like a monster it is generally is,” Mason remarks as he fallows me.

We came upon the opening of a large cavern. What looked to be smooth hairless crooked things slinked along the ceiling. The radio static of my pipleg kicks on.

A creature drops down in front of me. Its hooves had some kind of suckers on them. All but the pipbuck leg. That leg had some kind of large growth that extended upwards. When I fired a bullet at the thing, it used its growth to shield its self making the bullet shatter off the hard plate.

The shield creature rushes forward punting me with its shield leg. I lost balance and fell over. The thing lifts it’s heavy leg to come down on me when Mason deflects it with a pick ax. He hooks it, Well the creature was exposed I summon my Keyblade and stabs the thing in the neck.

Two more shield creatures start climbing into the tunnel. They were crawling on the walls and ceiling.

Mason helps me up and we both run. My cracked hind hoof splits wider as soon as it clopped on the metal of the minecart rails. A sudden stinging pain jolts up my leg as I trip and fall. My side and head smack into the iron rails.

“Littlepip!” Mason stops to help me up.

“Run! Save your daughter!” I shouted as I got to me knees. Blood runs down the side of my head.

“But,” Mason gives me a concerned look.

I pull out the gold gun. “This may or may not kill them.”

Mason nods and runs. I go into SATS and fire. The bullet slice through both creatures killing them. Once I got up to my feet I mashed their brains to make sure.

Mason gave me a tear full hug when I emerged from the mine. He touched my bruised side and I winced.

“That’s pretty bad,” The buck remarks looking at the gash on my head.

“Enough about my head what about my hoof,” I teased.

“Its split good,” Mason wiggled to the two halves of my hoof.

“Eww, eww, eww, Don’t do that,” I squealed turning away at the sight.

“Even if we had a healing potion it wouldn’t help you any,” Mason notes, “Hooves are made from harden dead cells.”

“I have some left over healing bandages in my bags. I heard they are a remedy for a broken nail.” I point out.

Mason nods pulls the roll of healing bandages out of my saddle bag.

“This is the last of them,” Mason told me.

“It was going to happen sooner or later,” I shrugged, “I need my foot.”

“Do you sense any other ponies around?” I asked as Mason bound my hoof.

“I thought I smelled something,” Mason answered, “But with your blood in the air.”

“Sorry,” I drooped.

“It’s alright the buck smiled.

Out before us was a large stretched of desert. Not much to eat other than some patches of dry desert grass. There was a tumble weed that both Mason and I shared. I also shared with him the last bit of food I had.

As I drank I saw Dr. Pip smiling out of the corner of my eye. I suppose the Mint-als were wearing off.

When I was putting the bottle away I got a sudden itch in my horn. I start rubbing it with my wrist.

“Littlpip, what's wrong,” Mason asks.

“I'm feeling like I’m being pinged.” I answered.

“Let me guess a unicorn thing?” Mason remarks.

Magic auras being cast sometimes gives off a ping,” I told him, “Specially of its unfocused. Like younglings would give off pings if they are just learning to use their magic. But they are short bursts, they don't make you itch unless somepony is intentionally letting loose unfocused magic.”

Mason gives a thinking face. “This ping is it like radar?”

I made my own thinking face. “Searching magic gives off all kinds of pinging, especially if you’re near or between the object and caster.”

I twirl around in a circle.

“What are you doing?” Mason asks trying to remain serious at the sight.

“It doesn’t seem to be directional?” I noted.

“Maybe it’s something on you?” Mason suggested.

I start flipping open pockets on my saddle bag. A jewel earring flops out onto the dry soil. The earring starts jumping as it slowly slides across the ground.

“Eek it moved!” I jumped back.

“I guess it really wants to go home,” Mason remarks, “I suppose we could fallow it?”

Our progress in the desert was slow. As we walked, I noticed rocks and patches of sand seemed to be marshmallow colored. The slight scent of sugar was in the air.

Suddenly a Hippogriff dives out of nowhere and snatches the earring. I fired at it as it flies away.

“Well that was unexpected,” Mason remarks.

“What now?” I shrugged.

“We walk straight,” Mason points out moving forward.

“Wait,” I sniffed the air as a down draft hits us.. “The wind changed."

Mason sniffs the air too. Suddenly a bullet hits the ground at our feet.

We looked up at a cloud. Two pegasus with battle saddles aimed at us, fly down to the ground. One was vanilla colored the other dark cream. Their battle saddles seemed odd, ramshackle like something I’d find in the wasteland back home. I also noted their pipbucks. Both the same model which gave off a sandy glow.

Playing the odds, I put my gun away.

“I have a feeling you are going to take us where we want to go,” Mason smirks.

“You been watching us since the mine,” I points out.

“We were on patrol when we heard the crash,” The darker pegasus a buck answered.

“Littlepip and Mane Mason,” I introduced.

“Rock Soda and Bucklin,” The pegasus bucks introduced themselves. Rock Soda had a half full soda bottle cutie mark with a pebble in the bottom. Bucklin a dear antler cutie mark.

“Okay, lead the way.” I replied.

The bucks confiscated our weapons before leading us away.

It was a mile walk to the wall. A flimsy thing welled together from sheets of aluminum. Rune symbols were painted on the sides.

I took note one of the guards on the tower was a Griffon. The first true Griffon I seen since arriving in Silent Ponyville.

Mason nudges me, “A lot like home?”

Inside was a shanty town. The ponies around me looked healthier then the ones from the Equestrian wasteland. I could see groups families, couples, friends. It all felt off to me more lively then it should. I guess that’s what’s happens when you don't have two hundred years of deathlands weighting your soul down.

“No! No!” An orange pegasus buck was being drug out into the street by a couple of cows in gas masks.

“I don’t what to go to the farm! Please I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” The buck screams.

Fallowing him was a pig dressed like the cows taking two mares in cuffs with him.

“What are they doing?” The sudden sight shocked me.

“Criminals being sent to work at the Milk Farm,” Rock Soda the lighter pegasus told me.

“You mean those animals their slavers?” I asked.

“I suppose you could call them that,” Rock Soda replied.

“You work with slavers,” I gritted under my teeth.

“Your sympathies are with murderers and rapists?” Bucklin snaps.

“Well no, But I seen…” I wasn’t sure how to reply.

“I find it unethical too,” Mason whispers, “But it's ran by the state or what’s left of it at least.”

“Tell that to the slaves of Fillydelphia,” I remarked.

“Littlepip is that you?” A female voice spoke up.

“Amber?” I said to the golden yellow earth pony who spoke.

“You know this pony?” Bucklin asks.

“Yeah, she saved Rarity back at Alchemilla,” Amber told the bucks. “You two get Rarity, I’ll take our guests over to Cheerilee’s."

“I’m with her,” Mason points at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked the mare as she lead us down the street.

“I had to go somewhere after Alchemilla burned down,” Amber told me as we walked.

“You talked to Dragon Scribe over the radio a few days ago, it sounded you were at Alchemilla,”

“I don’t know who Dragon Scribe is,” Amber answers, “There was nothing left of Alchemilla from the fire.” The pony pauses, “That’s not to say it doesn’t exist. Things been funny.”

“I know what you mean,” I sighed.

The school or orphanage was made from an actual building. One of the larger buildings I seen in the town. Most likely originally a lodging of some kind. I assumed that Cheerilee was mare of worth which was how she got such a building.

Cheerilee was a maroon colored earth mare with a pink mane and smiling flowers cutie mark. She greeted us with a cheerful smile.

“These are guess for Rarity,” Amber introduces, “Littlepip and Mane Mason.”

Cheerilee’s smile faded at the name of Rarity. I took note of this.

“Oh yes, well for the time being your welcome to stay at my lodging. If you wish to stay in Rarity's Haven for the long term, I’d ask you to start finding a place to live,” Cheerilee told us.

“Passing through for now,” I answered.

Cheerilee spots by bandaged rear foot. “After you are done with Rarity I highly suggest you get your hoof reinforced with a shoe.”

“ Happi hina?” Mason notes looking at Cheerilee’s flank, “Anata nai kataru Nipponi bai ani kosan?”

Cheerilee’s face lights up, “Hai watashi kan, Inai hakken zutto kikai shiyo saikin. Shinai are kara za Nipponi chuku de Silent Ponyville heiten. Hoho yaru anata wakura hoho e kataru?”

“Watashi no saigo tsuma shikomu watashi ni,” Mason answered, “Kanojo datta kyoiku watashi ni hodo Napponi bunka toki warera atta soshite kasei watashi ni arawasu hon. Sono desu hoho warera atta. Kanojo mata oshie watashi no Musume.”

“Sono ii,” Cheerilee replied.

“How are you ponies doing that?” I asked.

“Nipponi was once an isolationist nation,” Mason explains, “Their language has a babble curse on it so that only they and people who know what the words mean can speak it.”

“Oh,” I replied, The idea that ponies would alienate themselves in that way was a little mind blowing. “What’s Nipponi like?” I asked.

“Well, They are a lot like Zebra in that they use potions and talismans, “Mason answers, “Only with Earth, Unicorns and Pegasus ponies. Also the magic is different.”

“A lot of Equestrians mistrusted Nipponis thinking they were spies,” Cheerilee adds, “I was never suspected of anything because I never really taught that stuff not until Witchcart entered my life.”

“I see,” I replied.

“We met Witchcart,” Mason points out.

“How is she?” Cheerilee asks.

“She fell in the void between realms,” Mason answers.

“Sorry to hear that,” Cheerilee laments.

Inside the lodging was full of children. No surprise there. All the children gathered around Cheerilee well cheering. Something about the sight made me warm and fuzzy in side.

Cheerilee insisted I changed. The air was cold and chilly so she gave me a sweater with her flower symbol on it.

Our rooms were small, Smaller then Prophet Bless’s apartment. Reminding me of the pony just made me feel sad. I suspected ponies around here only used their rooms for sleeping anyway.

After a couple of hours and a cooked meal. Cooked food, wonderful when you get it. Rock Soda got us and lead us to what he called the head master’s building.

It was a small factory building with steam coming out of the stacks. An eerie feeling of Redeye’s factories in Fillydelphia popped in my head.

Rock Soda took us inside. It was a running factory. Ponies were seen making bullets and parts for guns. From the looks of it they maybe produce a small handful of fire arms a day.

Rarity was sitting behind a desk. Still with her robot eye and glass hoof. With a “clat clat clat”, she walks out from behind the desk. The lower half of her body was that of a robotic spider.

I gasped,

“Some of my best work,” Dr. Pip whispers into my ear.

“What are you doing here!” Rarity shouts with an angry look.

“You’re talking to me?” Mason points at himself.

“No her!” Rarity points at me.

“You knew they were coming miss,” Rock Soda points out slowly backing away.

“I don’t think she's pointing at me,” I remarked.

“Ah, yes, you can see me,” Dr. Pip smiles, “You don’t like my improvements?”

“You’re a monster,” Rarity snaps, “Now how are you here?”

“Oh, Littlepip gone crazy,” Dr. Pip mocked, "I’m in her head."

“Is this true Littlepip you are projecting her here?” Rarity asks.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged.

“Wait? the voices in Littlepip’s head you can see them?” Mason asks.

“Yes,” Rarity answers.

“Interesting and all but I’m looking for my little girl,” Mason replied.

“Yes and?” Rarity answers.

“Pinkie Pie has her,” I charmed in, “She wants me, but this is a game to her. She’s keeping his daughter in her special place.”

“Very well,” Rarity sighs, “You did save my life. Pinkie Pie or the thing that was Pinkie Pie. Should be located at the old Piefield Rock Farm. It’s somewhat far from here in the middle of the desert. She corrupted and distorted the land.”

“Thank you as soon as we stock up on supplies we will head out,” I told Rarity. I stopped for a moment, “I don’t have any money for here.” I give Mason a helpless look.

“Yeah, I only have enough to by a couple of meals from a restaurant.” Mason answers.

“Nonsense dear,” Rarity pulls out a stack of small papers. “Credit vouchers, around here my credit is good. Just write out what you paid for on these. Hand it to the seller and I’ll pay for it later.”

“Um thanks?” I happily took the paper.

“Let me have some of those,” Mason took a couple sheets of paper, “I’ll pick up some supplies we need. You get yourself to the black smith and get shoed.”

>

The black smith pony looked at my hindleg.

“I’m going to have to pour glue on it and put a metal brace over the top. The glue will take a while to dry," The blue gray unicorn buck of large size told me.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I replied, "Can I get the other feet shoed? I been cracking a lot of skulls lately and it's been doing a number on my feet."

"Yes miss," The buck replied.

There was a cow and chicken dressed in hazmat suits at the smith’s shop. I couldn’t talk to the chicken if I wanted to. But the cow had nothing to say to me. After a few minutes they bought some things and left.

“Bluesteel, I got your radio fixed!” A gray earth buck with an odd red mane that covered his eyes walked into the room. He gives me a shocked look for a moment then composed himself.

“Prototype,” Bluesteel greets. The buck then turns to me, “Prototype Blues is our most talented toaster repair pony.

“Toaster repair pony? Really?” I raised an eyebrow well taking a look at his cutie mark. It was blue music notes with some kind of metallic sheen to it.

“It’s a nickname,” Prototype Blues told me, “The first thing I did was fix a toaster for Cheerilee.”

“Really how good are you at picking locks,” I smirked.

“Fairly,” Prototype Blues gives me a look, “Why do you ask?”

“I’ve been called a toaster repair pony,” I answered.

“Diss is Middlepip,” Bluesteel introduces me with a bottle of glue on his mouth as he squeezed it in my broken hoof.

“Middlepip?” Prototype Blues reacts.

“Littlepip,” I corrected and also how is Middlepip any weirder than any other pony name?”

“I suppose your right,” Prototype Blues laughs, “Your new around here I suppose?”

“Yeah,” Sticking around long enough to resupply,” I told the buck, “And get horse shoed.

“You don’t look like the type of pony that need shoes put in,” Prototype Blues notes.

“Got my hoof cracked by a Zebra in a melee battle,” I explained.

“Ouch,” Prototype Blues winced, “Are you staying the night?”

“I’d highly suggest you take the night for the glue to fully set and for you to get use to the new shoes,” Bluesteel told me.

“You not asking me out on a date?” I asked Prototype Blues.

“No, just making conversation,” Prototype Blues told me, “Well I got to go.”

>

My body had an itch that kept me awake. The Mint-al withdraw was getting to me. There was a knock at my door. I opened it to see Amber.

“What do you want?” I asked as I was feeling tweaked.

“Are you okay?” Amber replied meekly.

“No you are not,” Dr. Pip remarks.

A give Dr. Pip a glance with my eye. I had a feeling Amber caught me doing so.

“A little while after you brought up the name Dragon Scribe I realized I heard that name before,” Amber answered me.

“Really?” I reacted.

“I got to show you something,” Amber told me as she got me to walk out to the common room.

The golden yellow earth pony plops a saddle bag on the table.

“Back at Alchemilla I was in charge of the front desk and filing,” Amber explained.

“Red, red, everywhere red. I can’t stand looking at all the blood. I heard somewhere that horses originally not suppose to see red. We ponies are different mother said. I wish I couldn’t see red. I do not wish to see red anymore. I wonder if it will hurt?” I found myself resighting.

Amber gave me a shocked look. “Where did you hear that!”

I was taken aback by her reaction. “Something I read, I don’t know why I said it just now?”

“Oh,” Amber nervously takes a Mint-al tin out of her bag. I gave her a glare as the mare takes a pill.

“That's not good girly,” Dr. Pip remarks to me.

After a breath to calm herself down and the Mint-als to take a hold Amber spoke. “You know Mint-als can be used as an antipsychotic. You would think it wouldn’t work well because how it stimulates the mind. Zebras are amazing, Antipsychotics before Mint-als would dull the mind to the point where the ponies who took them couldn’t function So they stop taking them. To invent something that keeps the voices out and stimulates the mind on top of that is addictive too so you keep taking them. It is a god send for ponies like us.”

“Like us?” I questioned.

“I know you hear voices,” Amber answered. She tries to give me the tin of Mint-als “I was told so and I seen it myself.”

“Littlepip don’t listen,” Dr. Pip warns, “What she says is true, But you have your principles to think about don’t you?”

“No, I was- I am addicted to Party Time Mint-als,” I told the mare.

“This was before your break down?” Amber asked, “These are normal Mint-als not Party Time. It’s up to you but for the moment this might be the best way to manage what’s going on with you.”

I look at the Mint-al pill.	

“It’s a hard choice isn’t it,” Dr. Pip teased, “You really want it, don’t you?”

“Get the fuck out of my head,” I swallowed the pill.

“Next time stick it in the other in it last longer remember,” Dr Pip points out as the Mint-al takes effect.

I started to sniffle a little.

“Littlepip it will be okay,” Amber pats me on the back.

“What about Dragon Scribe?” I asked Amber.

“Yes, Part of my job is if something happened like a fire I would take these special files,” Amber pulled out some brown folders. “Some of these are written by Dragon Scribe. This stuff doesn’t make any sense and-”

I flip a folder open,
_
Patient No. 1

Patient No. 1 has shown several breaks with reality with bipolar tendencies. This comes from her experience when she was very young. Patient was treated with dream therapy and received a break through then released.
Sometime after release Patient No. 1 fell into drug use. With some more therapy she got better and later married.
Patient had a relapse after a series of miscarriages. This was due to sign effects of her drug use.

Dragon Scribe
_

I sigh, “Okay I need to take a break, mind if I step out.”

Amber nods her head.

I went outside for air. My hooves felt funny as I walked. I could feel the pressure of the metal against the bottom of my feet. I also felt a little num down there.

Outside, The sky was covered in clouds. The more things change the more they stay the same.

“What are you doing?” A voice commanded.

It was Bucklin,

“Rarity sent you to watch,” I remarked.

The buck blushed,

It was quiet out here at night. Except there was an eerie creaking groan. Many, groans actually, on the wind.

I ran over to the wall. I saw the stair scaffolding that the patrol ponies used to climb up to the wall’s railing. When I got over to the top of the wall I looked out into the desert.

A herd of manikin ponies stood between two canyons near the wall.

“What the hell?” I said in shock, “Wait? Are they trapped in here?”

“Rarity controls them,” Bucklin told me.

“That doesn’t concern you?” I asked.

“She protects us,” Bucklin shrugs.

“How?” I shook my head, “I know for a fact there are monsters this far out.”

“Runes, Not sure how she knows them,” Bucklin answered.

“Those symbols outside on the wall,” I realized, “I’ve been seeing stuff like that here and there but not to this extent.”

Blam!

Bucklin’s warm blood splatters on my face. He drops dead to the floor. I take Bucklin’s gun with my magic and aim at the empty air.

A piece of metal falls. I give off a couple of shots.

“Freeze!” I heard Rock Soda shout.

I drop the gun,

“Littlepip?” Rock Soda looks down, “Bucklin!” He glares at me, “You bitch!”

“I didn’t do it!” I shouted, “There was an invisible pony.”

Rock Soda slugs me in the face and everything went black.

>

I was awoke by the sun shining through the bars. My body was on a bed of hay. In the corner a pegasus. The stallion I saw screaming in the middle of the street when I first entered Rarity’s Haven.

“What happened to me,” I rubbed my throbbing head. I felt a patch of dry snot crack on my coat.

“You did something to really piss them off,” I pegasus replied without turning around.

From looking around and my roommate. It appeared I was in some kind of holding cell.

“Well you’re up shit creek,” Dr. Pip remarks.

“Not now,” I snap at the mare.

“What? The pegasus reacted.

“Em I going to the farm?” I asked my cellmate.

“You mean the Milk Farm,” Pegasus answered, “If you are here with me most likely yes, Unless something comes up.”

My pipleg was covered in bandages. I franticly rip them off. My pipbuck screen was still there to my relief. They butchered my foreleg to get at the disable button. I could reset it but it will hurt like a flaming Celestia fuck on a cool Luna’s night.

The door opens up, Mason cautiously walks into the room with Rock Soda guarding the door. The cream colored buck at the door gives me a deadly glare.

“Mason, what’s going on out there?” I asked.

“They say you murdered one of those bucks that found us out in the desert,” Mason told me.

“Yeah Bucklin, I was there,” I replied.

“Don’t tell me it’s true?” Mason exclaimed.

“No, Somepony with a stealth cloak assassinated him in front of me,” I told Mason.

“Stealth cloak?” Mason paused for a moment, “Oh, a stealth cloak.”

“What’s a stealth cloak?” Rock Soda snaps.

“It makes you invisible to both sight and EFS,” Mason explains.

“Bullshit,” Rock Soda reacts, “I never heard of such a thing.”

“There were rumors,” Mason points out, “When the war was happening that is. I don’t think there was much of need for something like that now since all of civilization is or was one community.”

“Well this is a clue in its self,” I smiled, “Someone here in this world has the knowledge to make this cloak. Or found it in an attic somewhere. But still,”

Rock Soda sighs, “Okay, I ‘am your accuser. I’ll give this “Invisible Cloak” thing a shot. The Milk Farm agents who take prisoners back will arrive today and leave tomorrow morning. I will do my best to help you until then.”

“Thank you!” I cheered to the buck.

“Don’t thank me,” Rock Soda snaps.

My ears fell back and I slumped down.

“Mason,” I spoke up, “Could you buy a kit so I could work on my pipbuck when I get out.”

“Littlepip,” Mason looks at me with sad eyes, “You’re more than likely not going to get out of here.”

I gave the buck a look like you don’t see it. Then I realized he never seen my lock picking abilities and most likely forgot I had them if that BS of him making me up was true. Not that I believed that bunk. So, this would require and change of plans.

“Okay, trust me just do as I say,” I demanded to Mason.

“If you’re planning an escape good luck,” Rock Soda spat.

“Oh,” Mason’s eyes light up. “I’ll leave after sunrise anyway.”

“That’s fine by me,” I nodded my head.

The two bucks left the cell.

“You’re not going to make it out you know,” The pegasus mumbles to me from his corner.

“This Milk Farm has you freaked out,” I noted and if this prison camp was anything half as bad as the slave camps back home. “What are you in for.”

“Raped a pony,” The pegasus whimpered.	

Oh, goddess and they stuck me in here alone with him!

“I suppose it’s only right I go to the farm after that,” The pegasus mopes.

Something didn’t seem right.

“You said you raped a pony?” I asked.

“To be honest I’m not sure,” The pegasus told me, “We were both pretty wasted. She was like my best friend and she did this to me.”

“This sounds familiar,” Dr. Pip spoke in my ear.

“Do you know what the Milk Farm is like?” The pegasus cries.

“It sounds like a labor camp,” I replied.

“More than that,” The pegasus shook his head, “The live stock took over from the ponies, The ponies are now their live stock.”

“Okay,” I try to wrap my head around the difference between slave and live stock.

“Littlepip it’s called the Milk Farm,” Dr. Pip points out if the cows aren’t milking themselves what are they milking?”

“They milk mares!” I shouted.

The pegasus gives a shocked look. “You…didn’t know this?”

“I’m new to this world,” I explained

The pegasus shook his head from confusion, “Well, that’s what I heard and believe. From the rumors they also make ponies work in the fields all day ripping up crops.”

“Rumors?” I replied.

“Yes,” The pegasus answers, “The pregnant mares get the work load lessened or taken away. Milk is kind of one of their top commodities after all.”

“With your dysfunction you’re not going to have the easy life,” Dr. Pip teased.

I didn’t want to be reminded of that.

“Could you do a favorite,” The pegasus buck whines.

My ears perked curiously.

“Geld me please!” The pegasus cries.

“What!” I jump back in shock, “W-why?”

“You know what they do to bucks there?” The pegasus asks.

“Work them like a horse,” I remarked jokingly.

“They use us to impregnate mares so they foal and produce milk,” The pegasus explains.

“They force mares and bucks to have sex with each other,” I gasped.

“Oh, things are boding well for you more and more,” Dr. Pip laughs.

“It’s more complicated than that,” The pegasus tells me.

“Dick goes in the hole and squirts,” I deadpanned, “What so complicated about that?”

“They use machines,” The buck explains.

“I could have told you that,” Dr. Pip remarks.

“What now?” I reacted.

“They relief stallions of their seed by using a machine that shoots them with electric shocks,” The pegasus told me.

“That sounds cruel,” I was starting to feel sorry for the buck. “This is why you what me to geld you?”

The pegasus buck nods his head, “They take the seed and put it in a gun. The gun has a long needle at the end. They stick the needle directly into the mare’s womb and squirt out the contents.”

“In case you need a refresher course in life science,” Dr. Pip remarks, “It doesn’t work like in those dirty comics you've looked at. The penis doesn’t forces it’s self into the uterus and squirts inside of it. The seamen is deposited in the track. It’s the female orgasm that forces the seamen into the uterus not the male’s. This means they are making the ladies pregnant without the fun part.”

“Besides you can’t make a mare have a baby if they don’t want to,” I explained, “We have kind of a biological kill switch.

“It’s all hormones Littlepip,” Dr. Pip points out, “A little injection and that ability is countered. Heck maybe they could fix you with a shot.”

“Will you do as I asked and save me from this horror,” The pegasus begs, “I can’t do it myself.”

And being forced to go through child birth is nothing?

“Well a mare can’t survive seppuku,” Dr. Pip points out, “A buck can survive getting his balls smashed in. If you call that living.”

I swallowed, “How do you want me to do it?” I asked nervously, “Just buck you with my back leg?”

“Umm…how about I lay down on my belly and you stomp down in the bit that sticks out.” The pegasus suggested.

I nodded,

The buck got onto his belly like he said. After he adjusted himself, he spreads his legs. I found myself staring down at his family jewels.

“What’s the matter Littlepip?” Dr. Pip remarks there are plenty of mares of the wastes land that would love the chance to shatter a pair of testicles. You yourself has experience their evil. Heck you never truly grasped the idea of what rape really was until you saw those mares in Ponyville after you left Stable 2.”

“No, I can’t!” I cried.

“Please,” The pegasus cries in return, “Let me have my own terns, Don’t let them rape my body!”

“Do him a kindness Littlepip,” Dr. Pip orders, “Be my avatar!”

My heart thumps, My chest tighten. I unleash a yell as I reared up and my hoof came down with a stomp.

I felt the orbs crush like small fruit. In that instant time slowed down as I registered my action. Time kicked back in with the buck screaming.

The pegasus male rolls into a ball as he wailed his sack instantly swelling. I couldn’t take it and closed my ears. I crouched in corner by the hay bed. My eyes watered up, gilt in my stomach.

The door flies open. A coconut pink buck no, unicorn mare with a mustered yellow mane perks her head in.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” She sees the buck holding his privates and me crouching in the corner.

“Did that animal attack you!” the unicorn shouts.

“No-no he asked me to do that to him,” I replied.

“What the hell?” The unicorn stood there confused for a moment. She shook it off, “I got to get the doctor!"

The guard pony runs back out shutting the door behind her.

“You know if you hurry this is your chance to escape,” Dr. Pip points out.

I look at her in shock, “You knew this was going to happen this way.”

“Less talky more walky,” Dr. Pip snaps.

I unlocked the door with my magic. I gave a look at the whimpering buck. I helped his hoof around my shoulder and we walked out of the room.

“You could have told me you had a way of escaping,” The pegasus managed to say, “We could have came up with a plan and saved my balls.” The buck gives a smile to show he was trying to make a joke.

“Sorry, didn’t think ahead, Really not a clever pony,” I replied nervously.

I was unsure I would have let him come with me under different circumstances giving what he done. But now I maimed him for life I couldn’t abandon him in his cell.

I found a maintenance closet and snagged a screw driver as a weapon and a pipbuck repair kit.

The unicorn mare buck wonders back down the hallway in a daze. Blood poured from one of her forelegs in a claw shaped gash. She stares blankly at me for a moment as she realized who I was.

“Fr-,” Before she could pull out her gun I tossed the screw driver at her. The mare flinch and I trotted in for a punch.

I forgot I had a hard metal shoe in my hoof. Her skull cracks, The mare hits the floor, her leg twitched once and she dies.

“Well you fucked up,” Dr. Pip remarks.

“I didn’t mean too,” I cried.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dr. Pip points out, “You were arrested for a murder you didn’t commit, You just committed a murder. Nothing your friends can do can help you now. Will still you escape Littlepip? Or do you have the dignity to march back into your cell?”

I noticed a gash on her foreleg, “Something attacked her.”

“Ooo a mystery how convenient now you have an excuse not to go back to your room,” Dr. Pip mocked, “Drop your ovaries and resign to your fate!”

At the end of the hall I could hear beasts yipping and yelping like feral dog scratching away at the sealed doors. I picked up the guard ponies gun. I took the pegasus buck and went down the other hallway.

I found the mess hall with a medical kit. I lay the castrated buck on a table and gave him some Med X for the pain. We could hear the faint sounds of screams, barking and gunfire from outside.

I got to work on my pipleg. First I injected Med X in my leg to numb it. I slowly cut into my scarred flesh. One of the cuts went too deep and blood spurts out. My head went woozy for a moment. I quickly sealed the wound with healing drops.

I got to my pipbuck reset buttons. The thing didn’t work. I had to cut myself more to open the panel. Inside the pipbuck was full of blood. I had to spray it out with a bottle of water. With a few reconnections of wires I got the machine to turn on. I fixed up my wounds with healing drops.

“Okay buddy,” I tapped the buck on the shoulder. He didn’t move. I shook the buck again. Nothing happened, I checked his heart beat with my ear. It was quiet, the buck was dead. My eyes teared.

“I’d say it was shock,” Dr. Pip points out, “Somepony smashed his balls and the stress from the damage and lack of immediate medical care killed him.”

“You shut the fuck up,” I cried.

“Are you going to try to shut off your emotions again?” Dr. Pip remarks, “That worked out so well last time.”

I packed what gear I could and started to walk out of the room. There was a thump behind me. I turn to see the buck laying on the floor. Before my eyes he slowly gets up to his feet.

I gave off a beaming smile and was about to go to him.

“Littlepip,” Dr. Pip spoke up, “How is he standing?”

I stopped and gave the phantom mare a look.

The buck well staring oddly at the floor starts barking like a dog.

Dr. Pip raises an eyebrow. “Oh, his influence.”

I take a step forward and the buck growls at me like a beast. Suddenly he lunges forward and attacks. I fire the gun I took from the guard. I hit the buck in the head. The body goes thunk to the ground.

“He went zombie!” I screamed, “How did he go zombie!”

“Littlepip you need to get outside now!” Dr. Pip orders.

I found a back doorway and got outside.

Ponies screamed as they ran from other ponies. The ponies doing the chasing acted and made noises like dogs. These ponies had bridles in their mouths and had dog collars around their necks. They were covered in weird symbols all over their bodies. These symbols looked like Zebra glyphs and clustered in patches like strips. Their hooves have been modified into pointed claw weapons that dug into a pony’s flesh. Anypony they knocked down they ripped apart with their teeth.

“What kind of demons are these,” I remarked out loud.

Dr. Pip laughs at me, “These are not phantoms of Silent Ponyville like the other monsters you killed. These are the living souls of ponies.”

“So they are like Raiders,” I said coldly.

“I’d say you’d think the truth is worst,” Dr. Pip replied.

“Worst then Raiders?” I asked.

“They are victims,” Dr. Pip answers, “It’s not the victimization it’s self that did this to them. They did this to themselves.”

“They are willingly like this?” I snapped, “What about that buck back there?”

“A hundred years of self torment and a near death experience,” Dr Pip answers, “What you see are those who have been victimized by life and let it crush their souls. The abused that submitted, the raped that gave up, the slaved that accepted their fate, the suicide that gave in. For their sin of dying in such a state they go to a hell they have no control of and become like animals.”

“Still no different than Raiders,” I rushed into battle.

“No different than children,” Dr. Pip adds.

I shot a couple of victim ponies in a back alley. I knelt down to examine one closer. The tattoos on their fur just looked like gibberish at first. But as I looked at them I could hear the writtings speak in a low whisper.

“Cum bucket, cock sucker, Dumb cunt whores,” The words went on and on. This was a book of her life and afterlife.

Then I could see the images. I could see the final weeks of her life in Equestria. Captured by Raiders. They broke her to the point where they could safely have her suck their cocks. Eventually she died slowly of an infection.

Then came hell. This pony, she so broken her fear consumed her after her death. Monsters of her own making ravaged her flesh only for it to heal again. Beings treated her like an animal giving scraps of not even could be called food or water to eat and drink.

One day the creatures and monsters where killed. A large Zebra stood before the mare.

“I am the King of this hell,” The Zebra told her, “She who became a broken dog in life became a broken dog in the afterlife. I found you and will give you a purpose as my servant. I will make you my dog. Now bark!” Hoof comes down on the head.

My trance broke,

“I smell it on you,” The other victim pony behind me spoke. She was bigger than the others.

“You can speak?” I said shocked.

“Some of us is still of the will for words. I used to be a Raider, I maimed and I hurt. When Hades came for me I became something more.” The pony answered with a sharp and toothy smile. “You’re on the edge of becoming broken. When you break you will die then you’ll be his and either become a Victim or a Hurter.”

I shoot the mare.

I slowly fought my way across the ramshackle town. I tried to conserve ammo yet help those who I could. I picked up abandoned guns, ammo and supplies along the way most off the dead. Not enough to allow me to start acting stupid

I turned one corner and saw a couple of Milk Farm acolytes. For a moment it looked like a couple of the victim ponies were going to attack them. At the last moment the feral creatures put their tails between their legs and ran away.

Hey you!” I shouted aiming my gun at the Milk Farms, “Are you behind this?”

“No,” The acolyte replied and continued to walk away.

I stood there dumbfounded for a moment. What makes these people so confident I can point a gun at them and they just walk away?

I came upon Cheerilee’s orphanage. Outside in front were two Victims eating on a manikin pony.

The door had rune symbol painted on it that wasn’t there before. Inside I came across a barricade blocking the back rooms. Cheerilee greeted me with a shotgun. 

“Don’t shoot!” I shouted.

“I know what you did,” Cheerilee, she said with fear in her voice.

“I didn’t kill- I mean that wasn't me,” I cried.

“Almost lied there sweet heart,” Dr. Pip teased.

“A pony in an invisibility cloak killed Bucklin,” I explained.

“Somepony got that working?” Cheerilee said in shock.

“Okay, you know what I’m talking about?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Something Witchcart was working on,” Cheerilee replied, “It was broken and I couldn’t fix it so I tossed it in the donation pile some time back.

“I’m guessing Mason isn’t here?” I remarked.

“Most likely with Rock Soda,” Cheerilee answered, “He might be defending Rarity’s headquarters at the factory. Amber is also missing. If you are heading back out there keep an eye out for her.”

I weighed my options. “I’ll guess I’ll  head for the factory and push my luck.”

On the way to the factory I saw my first manikin pony walking around. I took it out with gunfire. The next time I seen them they were fighting victim ponies alongside village ponies.

I was almost shot when I reached the factory barricade.

“Hey, You’re that mare that killed Bucklin!” One of the ponies shouts.

“I didn’t kill him,” I snapped.

“But there’s a unicorn and a pegasus with your name all over them,” Dr. Pip teased.

“How she get out?” A pony pointed.

“I think she’s here to help,” Another pony adds, “If I was her I wouldn’t stick around in town specially with all this crap.”

“I’m trying to reconnect with my traveling companion,” I admitted blushing. “But I’m not the kind of pony to leave a group in the need of help.”

“Then you are welcome to help,” One the ponies a red brown pegasus I took to be the leader points at a light blue crystal pony, “You keep an eye on her.”

“Yes sir,” The crystal pony replied.

I took a defense position. The crystal pony takes out a tin of Mint-als.

“You don’t have to take them if you want, but every little bit helps in battle,” The crystal pony told me.

“Yeah you want to don't you,” Dr, Pip smirks.

I hesitated for a moment then I took one of the pills. I wanted this pill the last so I lifted my tail and inserted it in me with my magic. The crystal pony blushed at my actions and I blushed back at him.

I opened fire at the enemy. “So has any of you seen my companion?” I asked as I took aim with SATS and fired, “I heard that he maybe with Rock Soda.”

“Rock Soda? I think he’s with the second line in side,” The crystal pony answers.

The captain’s pipbuck clicks on.

“We have a breach! Rarity gave the order to evacuate the town and head for the old Peifield Mine. Second line will make its way to an escape route."

“Okay, Everyone new orders we are abandoning the city for the Piefield Mines,” The captain yells.

“You know there are monsters in the mine,” I pointed out.

“There are monsters everywhere kid,” The captain replied, “At least those ones don’t have a goal and battle tactics.

“Okay, Then stop by Cheerilee’s and pickup who you can,” I told the commanding buck. “Could you do me a favor and ask if Mason is in the group with Rarity.

The buck calls a head with his pipbuck. He listens to the reply in his ear bloom.

“They say he’s there,” The captain replied, “The group is pinned down at the factory floor.

“Thanks,” I said as I walked deeper into the factory.

I fallowed the sound of gunfire and soon found myself on the railing looking over the factory floor.

Rarity and a group of other ponies where across from me. Mason and Rock Soda was part of that group.

Below on the floor stood a large black Zebra or a very weird looking buffalo. He had Rarity and a bunch of ponies cornered. I realized it was the Zebra from the back alley victim pony’s vision.

Victim ponies burst onto the railing from the side doors. We fought them off with gunfire.

I looked at the Zebra below and sigh for what was going to be upon me. I fired at him. The bullets hit his flesh but all he did was turn to look at me.

“We can’t defeat him he is too powerful,” Mason explains.

“Who or what is he?” I asked, “He seems to commanded these dog ponies, from what I been told they are victims who been so broken by life their minds sent themselves to hell.”

“Zecora told me stories,” Rarity answered me, “Stories of a Zebra king that lived before she was born. A king who united the tribes of Zebra through slavery. They say he was the pony who first commissioned the experiments with soul jars and other horrible magic. She said she hoped his soul burned in tartarus.”

“Well it looks like he did and became a light,” Mason remarks.

“What are we going to do about her?” Rock Soda asked Rarity well pointing at me.

“Can you two hold that thing back well we make an escape?” Rarity asks.

“I’ll try,” I answered.

Rock Soda gave a grudging look. “Err, okay.” 

One of the ponies tosses a flash grenade down on the floor. It explodes shielding their exit.

I slip into SATS,

“Try to see if he has a heart!” Rock Soda orders.

Replied by nodded my head understanding where he wanted me to aim. We fired upon our target. We must have hit the mark because he yells in anger. Two dozen victim ponies rush out at us.

I pulled out my Keyblade. “Keep firing at him! I’ll hold these things back!”

Took out a couple before one scratched me in the side with its claw hoof. Just knocked that one out when my other side got nicked.

“Laser whip in the hindleg holster!” Rock Soda shouted.

I made my Keyblade disappear and took the whip’s hilt with my magic. The red tail flew out. I swing the thing and limbs left thier bodies. This was a horrifying weapon. I gave Rock Soda a look of, “Why the hell you have this?”.

“I found it,” The buck replied.

The Hell King Zebra leaped up into the air like a superpony. His hoof comes down on the railing. With a metal creek we crashed to the floor.

I looked around once I got to my feet and my head stopped spinning. Rock Soda was on the ground not moving. I whack the Victim knolling on him with my Keyblade.

There was a hard kick to the flank that sent me across the room. I thud when I hit the floor and heard the crack of a rib.

Getting back to my feet, I quickly pulled out a shotgun and fired on the Hell King as he walked toward me.

“You were one who interacted with the Black Book experiment,” The Zebra remarks, “I could have use for that soul of yours.” He smiles, “A little mare like you would make such a cute puppy. Really much like to break you before I kill you.”

Suddenly a gunshot hit’s the raised hoof of the Hell King. Mason steps in front of me.

“What are you doing? Get out of here!” I screamed at the dumb buck.

“I realized the truth Littlepip,” Mason replied with a smile, “When you saved me, I thought you existed for me. The idea I exist for you never occurred to me until now.”

I gave the orange buck a blank look.

“You needed me when you found me,” Mason explains giving off a few more gun shots, “I was there when you went insane, you needed a father, you needed love. That’s why you look like my daughter.”

“Annoying buck!” The Zebra struck the orange pony. He fell back knocked out at my feet.

A missile hits the Hell King. It really did less damage to the monstrous Zebra then you think it would. Looking up it was Dashit flying in through the sky light.

Good time for me to make my escape with Mason. It wasn’t a fast escape with how I was limping but I got away never or less.

I made my way to the outskirts of the town. I picked up supplies and survivors along away. By the time I reached the wall I had full packs.

Looking at the map there seemed to be an abandon farm not far out of Rarity's Haven.

We weren’t the only ones who thought of heading to the farm. There were bands of refugees there too.

“Littlepip!” Amber shouted.

I gave her a look of, “Where did you come from?”.

“When the attack happened I booked it out of town,” Amber explained, “I remember hearing of this place.” The amber gold pony looks at Mason still unconscious. “Oh, my what happened to him.”

“King of Hell knocked him out,” I replied.

“What?” Amber shook her head clear, “Never mind put him with the other injured.

Not long after we put Mason to his bed the buck woke up.

“Littlepip,” The buck called out for me. He didn’t look healthy.

“I know you two were planning on going somewhere,” Amber points out, “But Mason is pretty hurt up we don’t have the supplies to heal him. It may take him a few days to recover.”

“We can’t afford to wait any longer,” Mason told me, “Leave me behind and find my daughter.”

I nodded my head with tears.

I turned to Amber, “I have some Healing Potions in my saddle bag.

“Keep it,” Amber replied, “You’re going to need them. Besides anyone injured enough to need one would have died by now.”

I soon gathered my pack and walked out into the desert.
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FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending continues from the Alternate Ending of Chapter 8. 
_

A herd of manikin ponies stood between two canyons near the wall.

“What the hell?” I said in shock, “Wait? Are they trapped in here?”

“This isn’t right,” Witchcart points out.

“You’re telling me?” I remarked concerned.

Witchcart’s horn glows. “I sense strong magic here. Maybe they are being controlled?”

“How?” I asked.

“This whole area is protected by strong magic,” Witchcart answers, “Look at these runes? I asked and been told Rarity put them here.”

“I’ve been seeing stuff like that here and there but not to this extent,” “I noted.

Blam!

Witchcart’s warm blood splatters on my face. She drops dead to the floor. I saw something fall over the side of the wall.  Then the clat of hooves running down the stairs.

“Freeze!” 

I turned to see Rock Soda and Bucklin holding guns and aiming at me.

“Littlepip?” Rock Soda looks down, “Witchcart!” He glares at me, “You bitch!”

“I didn’t do it!” I shouted, “There was an invisible pony.”

Bucklin slugs me in the face. My vision went dizzy. I felt a rope go around my neck. Then I tripped and fell as the rope had a hard tug to it. Blood flows from my skinned knee.

By the time my mind cleared there was a mob around me. I started to buck and whinny.

“Get her legs!” Someone shouts.

A lasso snagged my back foot. With a quick yank it was pulled out from under me. Everything whoosh and I flipped over on my back. Ponies rushed me and hooves struck me.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see them dragging Mason out. They hoist him up a tree with ropes.  I let loose a scream as they set the tree on fire. Mason wails as his body burns.

Suddenly my own body started feeling light as I too was hoisted from the ground. The rope around my neck tightens as my air was cut off.

A gunshot hits the rope. It slowly unspindles as the crowd goes silent. They turn to see Cheerilee standing next to Prototype Blues with a smoking rifle in his mouth.

The buck fires again finishing off the rope and allowing it to snap. I land on my butt.

“What is wrong with you all,” Cheerilee screams, “I seen the world fall apart twice now!” The mare pauses with a tear running down her cheek, “This is the first time I lost hope.

“Cheerilee! Return to your lodge and put the symbol on the door! Protect the children!” Rarity shouts from on high the wall. The mare looks out on the crowd. “I was generous to give you this place! But my generosity has limits! You all broke my covenant and must pay the price!”

The bottom panels of the wall fall apart as the manikin ponies rushed into Rarity’s Haven.

I slipped away as the first screams of death started. Within minutes I was out into the desert. After hours the town was just a smoke cloud long behind me.
> Chapter 10: The Sugar-Free Mind of Pinkie Pie
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“When I was a child, My speech, feelings and thinking was all those of a child. Now that I am a man I have no more use for childish ways.”
_

The Spritebot sparked on the ground. I sniped it with a rifle. There have been more and more of these things. This was my forth.

I had an earbloom in both ears turned on high. It canceled all Sexcaster sounds from the Spritebots.

The DJ, the one claiming to be Pon3 somehow knew I was listening and had stopped playing music. She switched to trying to arouse me with trashy love novels.

“The large rose red stallion sits on his haunches showing me his swelled deep red member that extended out of his sheath. I moved closer to him. The heat cutting through the cold air hits the bare flush of my belly.”

Get to the part with the mare! I found myself suddenly shouting internally. Maybe out loud I couldn’t hear myself speak so I wouldn’t know.

I think reading these mare and stallion novels were a way of teasing me. Not just on my sexuality but I had to deal with the over sexualized female view of bucks. I want overly sexualized view of females of females.

It made me think of Stable 25 and their sexist views. Just being there a little started warping my mind. Who knows what this tripe was doing to me.

My headache was getting worst. Part of the side effect of the Mint-als wearing off. That also made my body hurt. Also I hate to admit it the trashy story telling was making me aroused.

My guts sloshed from hunger. I looked around the desert. There wasn’t even a cactus for me to eat.

It completely changed from brown sand to pink sugar a few miles back and was making the wet parts of my body unbearably sticky. Rocks became candy colored. I suspected they were candy. I wasn’t going to lick a rock to find out.

“He was really trying to make you hot and bothered,” Dr. Pip remarked about the radio DJ.

I did my best to ignore her. Too bad my earblooms didn’t block her sounds.

A shine caught my eye off in the distance. With my curiosity I had to trot over to see what it was. It was a pony encased in malt colored sugar. Buck by the looks of it.

“He was frozen stiff by the sight of me.”

I noticed I was starting to only catch parts of the story being read to me as I examined the sight.

I tapped on the glossy stuff with my hoof. It felt solid. Suddenly the frozen stallion started to crack at my touch then shattered.

“The stallion revealed his crimson rod.”

Looking at the spectacle longer didn’t tell me how the buck ended up like this. I looked at my map. There was another abandon farm house I could scope out for food and water. The last one I could hit before reaching the Piefeild Farm.

After I was done I stared at my pipleg. It was starting to itch something awful. Some of the skin that was fused with my pipbuck parts was starting to peel and crack. I touched the area and puss oozed out. Well that’s not good.

I pondered for a moment. I could take a Healing Potion but I heard they make infections worst. Besides if the potions were that effective on the metal flesh fusion of my pipleg I wouldn’t have an infection to begin with. Another reason not to take one was the lack of food to energize my healing. Out here that could kill me.

I ran up to the water trough when I reached the farm. I noticed a few more ponies covered in sugar crystal standing around the trough. This put me in alert mode.

Well scanning the area with my eyes, I sniffed the air. Really didn’t want to remove my earblooms in case there were Sexcasters around.

Desperately needing a drink, I used the push and pull the pump to fill the trough with water. I sniffed it for a second. Smelt like sugar like everything else here.

The liquid was lukewarm. That didn’t settle well with my stomach. I hurled to find it sloshing back against my closed mouth.

I was shocked to find my mouth was sealed shut. By what I didn’t know. The vomit back washed and tried to go out my nose. That was sealed to. I found myself in pain from the stomach acid in my sinuses and unable to breathe.

A bullet suddenly nicks my mouth knocking me to the ground and shatters the sugar that in cased my face. I could taste the metal of the blood leaking into my mouth from the tare on my lip.

Rock Soda smiled back at me. “I finally caught up to you.”

My earblooms were knocked out of my ears from the impact.

“In side,” The pegasus buck ordered.

“How did you find me?” I asked.

“Mostly lucky I guess,” I lost track of you a while back. Your tracks already covered by the desert sand,” Rock Soda answered, “If I didn’t have wings I would have never spotted you.”

As we walked into the farm house a Pipbuck jumps out at us. Rock Soda fires and kills the thing. The creature falls with blood and juices from its squirting member covering the floor.

“What is that thing,” Rock Soda cringed.

“A very evil thing,” I sighed.

“Okay,” Rock Soda shakes his head and focused his attention back to me. He takes out a set of zip ties, “Put your hooves together."

The buck tied both my forehooves together then both my hindhooves. I was left in the corner as he removed the body of the Pickbuck.

I started to panic as I could hear the faint sound of the Sexcaster approaching.

“Rock!” I shouted, “Please need, Need my earbl urrgh!”

I came hard, I tried to dampen the sound by closing my ears. I screamed again.

“You know you deserve this,” Dr. Pip remarks as I made a grunt, “You have done so much bad, this is karma getting you back.”

After a few minutes the Sexcaster moved out of range enough to stop my body from spazzing. Feeling violated I tuck my head under my legs and started sobbing.

Rock Soda walked up to me. I shrank myself more. He stared at me for a moment. Suddenly he stomps my stomach with his hoof. As the vomit came out of my mouth, the buck shoves me against the wall.

“Why!” He cries hitting me with his hooves over and over, “Why! Why!”

I scream out as he hit me. After a while the buck stops. He stood there sobbing over my battered body. After a few minutes he left.

“I wonder what he's planning to do to you next?” Dr. Pip whispers in my ear, “Keep letting him stomp on you, you will be a dog like those other victims.”

My eyes drifted to the puddle of Pipbuck cum on the floor.

“You’re not thanking of doing what I think you are going to do?” Dr. Pip said with a smile.

I crawled toward the spot.

“Say it!” Dr. Pip shouts, “Admit your defeat you bitch!”

“They cum Party Time Mint-als,” I snapped, “Your happy! Now get out of my head!”

I stuck my mouth in the white goo and slurped it up. My head rushed as the sweet liquid kicked in. Dr. Pip was out of my head.

Rock Soda walks back into the room and sees me laying in the puddle of filth.

“What are you doing!” He shouts discussed.

“It keeps the voices out,” Was all I could reply.

He pushed a canteen of water in front of my muzzle. I look up at the buck to see his eyes were tearful.

“It’s okay to drink, I used tablets to counter the crystal sugar thing,” He explained.

I put my lips on the mouth of the canteen. The buck tips it so the liquid would flow. After a moment he takes the canteen away.

Rock Soda wipes a tear from my cheek. “I want to be mad at you, I want you to suffer for what you did.” The buck paused, “I…heard your screams, I did not enjoy it. I hurt you with my own hooves and it did not make me feel better. I wanted to, all it made me do was feel like a part of me was dying.” He shakes his head. “I’m not that kind of pony.”

I looked at him wide eyed. “Look, I honestly didn’t kill your friend.” I sobbed, “But when I was escaping I killed one of the guard ponies. No matter what you think. I know I’m still a murderer. You can do with me as you will.”

“Did either of them suffer like this?” Rock Soda asked, “Did you have true malice in your heart?”

I couldn’t give a reply but he knew the answers from my look.

The buck sighs and cuts the binding on my forehooves.

“Your letting me go?” I replied.

“I know your mission to be just,” Rock Soda told me, “The status quo has changed if you haven’t noticed. I only pursued you because of a personal vendetta and I wanted you to hurt. You seen how that turned out.”

“You sound disappointed,” I grunted from my sore spots when my hindlegs were cut free.

The buck tried to give me a Healing Potion.

I shook my head, “I need food first.

“Well that maybe a problem,” Rock Soda remarks, “Stay here I’ll look in the pantry for something.”

The buck leaves me alone in the room. I was finding my pipleg very itchy at this point. My sores were pulsing. Suddenly one of them squirts as a worm crawls out.

A moment later Rock Soda walks back into the room with a basket in his  mouth.

“I found some dry meat-!” He drops the basket, “Littlepip what are you doing!”

I was sticking a butter knife under by pipleg. Blood flowed over my hoof.

“I got to get the worms out!” I cried.

Rock Soda forces the knife away from me knocking me to the ground in the process.

“Please!” I scream.

“Littlepip there are no bugs!” Rock Soda yelled.

I was in shock, “But I ate the stuff, It worked before. It made the voices go away. It made her go away. Then how can it not be real?”

“Great, I’m stuck with the crazy mare,” Rock Soda mumbles.

“I honestly thought I was over this,” I sighed.

“Here eat this and take a Healing Potion,” The buck pushed the dried meat in front of me.

I curled my lip in disgust.

“What’s the matter,” Rock Soda snaps

“I don’t eat meat,” I complained.

“Eat before I have to smack you again,” Rock Soda shouts.

I cringed and took the meat into my mouth.

“Okay let's read the back of this damn thing,” Rock Soda turns the Healing Potion around, “It appears you have to wait an hour if you haven’t eaten all day.” He then pulls out the instructions for Healing Bandages, “These I can use until the food kicks in.”

After Rock Soda was done wrapping my bloody pipleg. We heard a clop as I pony walks in through the front door. A pony in a brown cloak was walking around. He pulls back his hood to reveal to our shock it was Prototype Blues. He had some kind of turban on his head.

“Prototype? What are you doing here?” Rock Soda asked.

“I was trying to fallow you,” Prototype Blues remarks looking at me, “You went after a fugitive alone. Someone had to cover your butt.” His tone changes to cold, “But I see you're handling things well on your own.”

Rock Soda turned his head away shamefully.

Something didn’t seem right to me, “So, You fallowed the good buck Rock here.”

“Yes,” Prototype Blues replied.

“I see,” I looked the earth pony up and down. He didn’t have a pipbuck.

“Is something the matter?” Prototype Blues asked noticing my look.

“No,” I replied giving a beaming smile.

After we all ate a meal and I had time to absorb the so called food I was given a Healing Potion, I decided to embark on my journey again. Rock Soda half feeling bad about bruising me up and half concerned I was going to hurt myself again decided to accompany me. Prototype Blues decided to fallow the majority.

We soon came across a valley of jagged pink candy crystals. They were two to three ponies high. I saw my reflection in one and had the urge to straighten out my tangled mane.

As we walked the crystals grouped closer and closer. Soon we found ourselves in a labyrinth.

After looking up at the darkening sky, Rock Soda motioned us to take out our ear plugs.

“I’m debating about flying around and checking out the area,” He told us.

“I wouldn’t suggest it,” Prototype Blues points out, “You’ll give away our position to the enemy.”

“The enemy already knows where we are at,” I shrugged.

“Then by all means go ahead,” Prototype Blues motions.

Rock Soda takes off with a hover. He then starts circling around going higher and higher.

With a pop the pegasus was hit with a ball of confetti. The yellow and blue streamers entangled the flying buck. He loses his ability to fly and crashes out of view.

“We got to find him,” I rush forward into the maze of crystal.

“Littlepip wait!” Prototype Blues shouts.

I stopped and turn around, Prototype Blues was gone. Then I realized I was lost.

“Prototype!” I shouted.

There was no answer. I turned the corner and shouted again. Still no answer.

My heart sinks and I started to get sweaty. My pipleg started to itch. I didn't want to look at I but I know I had too.

Worms were eating my flesh and crawling across the screen. I had to tell myself they weren’t real well bringing up my map. It showed me the map of the labyrinth and that the area was changing.

There was a rumble at my feet. I jumped out of the way to dodge a new crystal popping up from the ground.

Great this place got a little bit more dangerous. Speaking of I spotted Dashit in the sky. I ducked between two crystals as he flew by.

When it looked clear, I made a dash for it. I need to find better cover and quick. In my haste I tripped over a rock causing me to stumble and stop.

There was the scent of blood in the air. I looked around well I sniffed. I could smell Rock Soda. Then I saw the spot where he landed. One of the crystals were covered in blood and confetti.

“Rock!” I shouted, “Are you okay!”

Dashit must have heard me because he makes another pass around. I hide again and he missed seeing me.

“Are you my mommy?” A voice startles me causing me to jump back.

It was a little filly, a very young lavender filly glitter pony. I never seen a glitter pony before. But something seemed familiar.

“Are you lost?” I asked her.

“Oh mommy, I’m cold and hungry,” The filly cries.

“I don’t have much food,” I replied digging in my saddle beg as I sat on my haunches.

I noticed the filly was giving a puppy dog look at my utters like she wanted to suckle. It made my tits itch like my pipleg. When I looked down I thought I could see a long worm slither out of one of my nipples. I looked away.

I found myself thinking of what I knew about foals and breast feeding. Mares produce milk a few days before birthing. Most only suckle their young for a few days because foals can eat solid food right after birth. But some mares do keep breast feeding into early child hood.

I sighed and patted the foal on the head, “There’s no milk in there for you.”

The foal starts crying.

“Shoot quiet,” I snapped.

“Are you hiding?” the foal asks.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Oh, where my treasure is is a good hiding spot.

“You know your way around this maze?” I asked.

“What’s a maze?” The foal questions.

“This plac…,” I sigh, “Just take me to your treasure.”

The foal nods her head.

As we walked I noticed something weird in the crystals. There seemed to be multiple colors reflected in them. More colors them there should be.

Suddenly before my eyes the colors melts off the crystals. Each color turned into its own pony. A zombie like creatures slowly liquefying into paint only to reform again.

I fired at the creatures but my bullets passed through them.

“My treasure place is just ahead!” The foal shouts.

I scooped her up and stuck the foal on my back. Then I pulled out a flare grenade I picked up from Rarity’s Haven and tossed it.

The paint ponies caught on fire. They scream, Everything burned melting and turning black. The ground shakes and explodes in flaming sugar crystal.

The strange glitter foal led me to a farm at the center of the maze. I was in shock. It was Silver Bell’s farm.

Pony monsters walk out of a pair of silos. They reminded me of balloon animals in the shape of ponies. Only the balloon stuff they were made out of was a fleshy membrane with veins pumping blood. Something like a round ball were in their stomachs.

I fired at the things. They popped leaving behind slimly dead foals.

“Ahhh! Littlepip stay away!” I heard Rock Soda cry.

I ran for the sound. Soon, I spotted a trail of blood on the ground.

A balloon pony jumps me from behind. It grabs my body. As I struggled with the thing, I flip over on my back trying the roll the creature off me. It pops leaving me to lay in a pile of fetal slime.

I got back to my feet as quickly as possible. The blood lead to a large gazebo. Rock Soda lay injured in the middle. But a chain link fence blocked my way.

“Littlepip stay away it’s a trap!” Rock Soda cries.

“That never stopped me before,” I looked around for a way in. I saw the fence was connected to a house. “Okay kid fallow me.-“ I turn to see the foal was gone.

I shrugged and walked over to the house. There was a sign hung over the house's main entrance. “Alchemilla’s Pinkie Pie Youth’s Rehab Center”/

What the heck? A rehab clinic in the middle of nowhere? Okay a little weird but this isn’t my culture.

I enter and shot a balloon pony. It pops making a mess on the floor. I then picked up a map in the reception office.

Moans and groans could be heard from the different rooms as I walked across the building. I looked into one of the room windows and saw puking bat creatures. I remembered seeing them before. These things had their hooves bound to their crotches by a layer of leather skin with bat wings that stretched out.

One of the doors was left open. A bat creature sniffed me out approaching me from behind. I spun around and shot it.

The back door was oddly locked from the inside. I picked the lock and walked outside,

I ran up to Rock Soda laying in the gazebo. A force struck me knocking me on my butt.

“I see you finally came,” Prototype Blues smiles as he turned visible.

“You’re the pony with the Zebra cloak!” I snapped.

A cloud of glittery lavender mist hits me. I grown dizzy and collapsed to my knees. The foal runs to Prototype Blues.

“I tricked the hell mare like you told me too!” She cheers.

Hell Mare? Suddenly a rush of memories hit me. Those of Arbu and Alchemilla hospital. I remembered some creature coming from a mosquito monster that drank my blood. But I thought I killed that monster.

A Spritebot floats up to the group of ponies. “How did you like my little set up Littlepip?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“Prototype why?” I cried.

“The world here started ending. It started when you killed my brother and sister,” Prototype Blues spat.

I just gave a helpless confused look.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Prototype Blues snapped, “I lost everything because of you.”

“It's useless punishing her,” The Spritebot remarks as it leaked pink paint. It forms into Pinkie Pie.

Multicolored blobs emerge forming into a cape of color over the pink pony. She touches Rock Soda. He screams out as all the color leaves his body. The buck turns gray and goes limp as his patch of color appears in her cloak.

“No!”  I screamed.

All my strength kicks in, I rise to my feet and draw one of my side arms. I fire at Prototype Blues. My bullets hit some kind of protective shield.

I rush at them.

“Hell Mare is unstoppable!” The glitter foal screams disappearing in a puff.

Prototype Blues removes his cloak and tosses it over my face. Well I was blind, he spin kicks me and knocks me to the ground.

I pull the cloak off of me. Our eyes meet. Me looking up and he looks down.

“You know he made it go down like that,” Prototype Blue told me, “Rock Soda was the first to get to you, the first to have righteous vengeance.” The stallion removes his turban. In a flash he transformed. Before me stood Dashit.

“Wait you were him the whole time?” I was confused my mind racing, “You’re an earth pony? How can you turn into a pegasus?”

“This is my doing,” Pinkie Pie shows off the scar on Dashit’s neck.

“The Dashit you seen when you first arrived in Silent Ponyville wasn’t me,” Dashit explains, “Pinkie Pie lead me to his body. She knows we both hated the same pony. Because of that hate we fused into one being.”

“What about Cherry Emerald?” I asked.

“Oh, she’s around,” Pinkie Pie gives a sly smile as she walks up to me.

“What are you doing?” Dashit asks.

“Eating her myself,” Pinkie Pie touches my horn.

“That’s not the deal!” Dashit snaps.

“You know I have your original head somewhere,” Pinkie Pie remarks, “I wonder what goodie things would happen to you if they meet? Heh heh heh.”

In a rush the color leaves my body.

I found myself in Pinkie Pie’s body, Somewhere in her mind looking through her eyes.

The rush of the sound of ponies all confused and talked at once almost pop I mean her ears.

Pinkie Pie was standing in a crowd of ponies. I could feel her hair. It was flat and dangling like sea weed. I could feel what her body feels and some of her emotions. But the pony’s thoughts were isolated from me.

I realized we were standing in the middle of a street surrounded by buildings. Ponies tried the buildings but they were locked. In addition each block was barricaded off by tall nonfixed concrete walls. This didn’t stop the pegasus from moving around helping the different groups communicate. But the unicorns and earth ponies were pretty much stuck in place.

“Pinkie Pie? That’s you?” A pony said to her.

Half the ponies now noticed her and all start rushing up to the pink mare.

“Pinkie! Do you know where we are?”

“Pinkie! What was that flash? I thought I was dead!”

“Pinkie! Did the Zebra capture us?”

Pinkie Pie screams and squats in a ball. “I can’t answer your questions right now!”

“Isn’t she the head of the Ministry of Morale? How does she not know what’s going on?”

“Yeah, I heard rumors of them having spies?”

“Isn't she just a figure head. It’s not like they really know anything.”

“You know it’s her subordinates that really run the Ministry.”

“She's really is a stupid cunt,”

“Wait? why are those ponies looking up at the sky?”

Pinkie Pie pops her head up. In the sky I caught a glimpse of something. For some reason my consciousness blacked out before I could see the full thing. But what I did see of it was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

When I regain consciousness again. Pinkie Pie was looking at the crowd. She felt younger but yet old. Like her soul head years lifted from it and her body changed form to accommodate it. But she could feel the years of drug abuse she done to herself.

Some were like her and were looking about. Most stared up at the sky. But slowly one by one they looked away. All of them seemed to be about the same age now.

Time passed like this. It felt like I was in a memory orb but hours turned into days and I was like a stranger in someone else’s body. Unable to interact day after day. I couldn’t even sleep, The closest I got was zoning off and finding hours had passed without me knowing of it. Later sometimes days or weeks.

Some of Pinkie Pie’s subordinates were in the area and she allowed them to take command of her section. They broke into the buildings.

There were few food supplies. Rationing quickly started. Soon ponies where getting hungry and displeased.

After two days, Pinkie Pie got into contact with Rarity. By now a pegasus came and explained that we were all transported here by Stable-Tech. It was something called Project Silent Ponyville. He and others were handing out much needed supplies. After some questioning it was found out he didn’t know much more then everypony else.

“I see you are in a mood,” Rarity remarks.

“I was in a bad way when I came here,” Pinkie Pie explains, “I just given up Mint-als and was about to enter rehab. On top of that ever since I got here it feels like Littlepip has been watching me.”

“You don’t have to worry about Mint-als now,” Rarity jokes as she compulsively stroked her glass hoof.

“What happened to you?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“I’m not sure dear,” Rarity waves her glass hoof, “Lucky for me clear is in style.”

Pinkie Pie tears up, “Are we the only ones that made it.”

“I think “made it” is subjective at this point Pinkie,” Rarity remarks.

Pinkie Pie frowns, “What’s that suppose to mean?”

“I think you know dear,” Rarity smiles.

“We are dead aren’t we?” Pinkie Pie answers.

“Yes,” Rarity replied.

“Does this have something to do with that light in the sky?” The pink pony points upward with her hoof, “Some ponies started calling it God and worshipping it.”

“At this point I’m not sure what to call it,” Rarity sighs, “A God that does nothing yet everything. All I know is we are in a time of chaos. This city is large and new groups are appearing all the time.”

Pinkie Pie looks down at the ground, “I really miss Twilight. I have to see her again.”

Rarity replies with a sad look.

A few days later Applebloom appeared. Once she appeared things started to pick up and run smoother. Food got delivered faster and ponies started to be organized and placed in housing.

A few days after that clouds appeared covering the sky and blocking God from sight. Pinkie Pie was in her newly required home when this happened. She was suffering from about of melancholy and withdrawal at the time. From what her and I heard many ponies were upset by the event.

The next day Luna came to see Pinkie Pie. They didn’t have much to talk about. It was mostly to exchange niceties. Anything useful I suppose was already told to her by Applebloom and Rarity.

Finally Scootaloo came to see my pony host. After that from the talk new ponies stopped showing up in Silent Ponyville.

The days quickly all became the same. Pinkie Pie slowly stopped eating. I could feel her hunger. All she would do was lay in bed and mutter about having to say she was sorry to Twilight.

One day there was a knock on Pinkie Pie’s door. On the other side was a buck. A pumpkin pie colored earth pony with an icy blue mane.

“Um hello I’m Pumpkin Coldcream I was sent here to be your live in house keeper?” The buck replied.

“I didn’t ask for a house keeper,” Pinkie Pie answered in a flat tone.

“Your friends sent me over,” Pumpkin told her, “Apparently they were worried about you.

“You’re not a hooker are you?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“No,” Pumpkin answers unsurely, “That does explain the questions they asked me. Or they want to make sure they hired someone who wouldn’t sue for sexual harassment.”

“You know I played the hooker joke on one of my friends before.” Pinkie Pie smiles.

“You might as well let me in I’m already paid for the week,” Pumpkin remarks

“Okay, But keep quiet I’m already suffering from crippling migraines,” The pink pony tells him.

“I heard your hair is suppose to be puffy,” Pumpkin remarks as he walks in.

“Like I said I’d prefer you to be quiet,” Pinkie Pie walks back up stairs and zonks right to sleep after taking some pills.

The next morning she was awaken by the smell of sizzling bacon. Walking down stairs she finds that Pumpkin Coldcream was cooking a complex omelet. She looked around the house and saw it has been clean spotless.

“You’re quite the talented cooker,” Pinkie Pie joked with a smile on her face. She was checking the stallions flank for a cutie mark. I assume she was checking his cutie mark. She could have been just ogling him.

His cutie mark was a round spear by the way. The same color as his mane. Not sure what kind of information you can get from that?

“When your mother was a baker and my father was a chef you pick up a few things. Your hair got a little of its fluff back I see,” Pumpkin remarks.

Pinkie Pie tests her quiff with her hoof. “Oh yeah it does,” She laughs.

“I just guess you needed a good guest around the house,” Pumpkin teases.

The next few mornings were the same. Rarity, Applebloom and Luna would come around to see how Pinkie Pie was doing. Pumpkin Coldcream was paid to stay around another month.

Then one day Pinkie Pie decided to start working on some her Ministry paper work that had been piling up. I noticed Pinkie Pie’s hair seemed to puff up a little more after that. To note one was a nomination for an approval form to elect Achamilla head of the Ministry of Peace. Another document was for an approval of Applebloom’s Ministry of Wartime Technology to change its name to Ministry of Domestic Technology.

Pumpkin decided to start mixing batter. The smell hits Pinkies nose making her tail and mane puff out more.

“What are you making” Pinkie Pie purred.

“Cupcakes,” Pumpkin answers.

“You’re not doing it right,” Pinkie Pie smiles.

“Oh and how should I be doing it?” Pumpkin asks playfully

“Oh-

Then the pink mare erupts into a song and dance.

“Wow,” Pumpkin remarks after the spectacle, “Your feeling like your old self.

Pinkie Pie looks in the mirror. Her hair puffed a little more. But it wasn’t quite as puffy as it was in its prime of puffiness.

“No I don’t feel like my old self. My innocence is- No not my innocence, my ignorance is gone. My innocence died when I was caught up in that awfully awful war. I put on a mask of ignorance to keep up the disguise of who I was.” Pinkie Pie turns and smiles at Pumpkin, “I think I’m going to have to keep you,” She remarks as she walks out of the kitchen.

“Glad to hear that,” Pumpkin smirks, “And here I was thinking you weren’t going to need me anymore.”

Pinkie walks back, goes on tippy hoofs and kisses him on the lips. “I suppose I could find a reason to keep you around.”

Pinkie Pie tails up turns and walks out of the room.

“Does this make me a hooker now?” Pumpkin jokes.

Pinkie’s hair nor her personality never did completely went back to normal.

One night, after a bout of love making, Pinkie Pie gets the urge to ask the question that’s been bugging her.

“What the heck does your cutie mark mean?” She remarks as the sweaty buck rolls off of her.

“You’re asking me that now?” Pumpkin asked shocked.

“We need something to talk about well you recover,” Pinkie Pie teased wiggling her post sex rump suggestively.

“That’s not what I mean,” Pumpkin laughed pushing her butt away. “I mean that was the first question your friends asked me when they hired me for you.”

“Forgive me for not asking the obvious silly willy,” Pinkie Pie beeps the buck on the nose.

“Well, I told them that my cutie mark is a circle,” Pumpkin answered.

“I can see that,” Pinkie Pie deadpanned.

“It means a circle of trust,” The buck continued, “My special talent is to get ponies to open up to me. In my life I have done many jobs. I like doing many different jobs because you meet so many ponies.”

“How old are you?” Pinkie Pie remarks.

“Before I came here,” Pumpkin paused, “Older then you.”

Pinkie Pie found out she was pregnant a month later. Five months after that, The mare walks into a butcher shop.

“Hey Stake Leaf what's new in stock?” The pink pony asks A brown pony buck with a leaf green mane.

“Well other then our normal beef we have a nice pig that died from a building collapse. We have a lamb that was executed as a criminal,” Stake Leaf answers.

“Oh, What did he do?” Pinkie Pie wondered.

“Let’s see,” The pony buck looks at his manifest, “Killed his wife and new born.”

“New born?” Pinkie raises an eye brow, “You have veal then?”

“Oh, sorry that was bought this morning,” Stake Leaf replied.

Pinkie Pie gives a disappointed look. Suddenly she winces in pain holding her stomach.

“Pinkie Are you okay?” Stake Leaf asks concerned.

Blood runs down the mare's leg, “Call an ambulance!” She cries before passing out in a pool of her own blood.

She later wakes up in a hospital bed. Achamilla came to see her personally.

“What happened to me?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“You had a miscarriage,” The yellow pony answers sadly.

“You mean something happened to my baby!” Pinkie Pie shrieks.

Achamilla takes a step away. Pinkie starts crying into her knees. Pumpkin came into the room. He holds his mare in his arms and tears up with her.

Within a year of that Pumpkin and Pinkie Pie married. She became pregnant again.

Pinkie Pie was sitting in a seat at a Ministry council meeting looking over some papers. Applebloom, Achamilla, Rarity, Lighting Dust, Witchcart with Scootaloo at the end were discussing maters of Silent Ponyville.

“We need to find ways to boost the farm animal population to keep up with the consumption of the pony population,” Applebloom states to the council.

“My division has had recent developments in drugs that can increase fertility and can even reverse sterileness in individuals,” Achamilla answers, “Heck we have disigns for machines that can impregnate females without sex and using little genetic material.”

“We just passed a law stating that all female farm animals need to produce at least two batches of young,” Scootaloo points out, “Implementing this artificial impregnation initiative could easily fall under that.”

“This seems very unethical at this point,” Rarity remarks off hoofly.

Scootaloo and Applebloom give each other a glance.

“Ethics doesn’t matter,” Scootaloo replied, “Our goal is to bring back the pony races to a happy and carefree time before the war. What happens behind the scenes to keep that illusion running is incontradictal to them Miss ‘Zebras are the scum of the earth’.  Keep in mind, I’m Luna’s Vice, Her second in command. My word is her word.”

Rarity ducks her head shamefully,

“Scootaloo, another low blow like that and some very interesting and compromising pictures of you and Luna just may get leaked to the press,” Pinkie Pie sings well balancing her hoof on top of a blue pen. “We all did things that we are not proud of back then.”

“And some we are not proud of now,” Lighting Dust smirked.

“Can with put extra focus on the goats?” Witchcart continues the conversation track, “I have some magical gene manipulation projects involving milk proteins.”

“I don’t see an issue,” Scootaloo shrugs, “What are we going to do with the pony population. The immortal issue is going to cause some problems.”

“I don’t think the general public is going to handle population control like the farm animals,” Lighting Dust remarks.

“I can market it in a good light,” Rarity replies.

“But we have plenty of space and materials?” Applebloom points out, “Do we really need to go to this  just yet?”

“Also studies show that young born from the immortals may not be immortal themselves,” Achamilla adds.

“That coincides with the theories of my division,” Witchcart adds as well, “It was seeing the Bible that made us immortal. With the Bible covered up by clouds there can’t be anymore immortals.”

“And Luna controls the skies,” Scootaloo smirks.

“But still,” Applebloom objects. 

“We need to keep the balance between the farm animal population and the pony populous,” Scootaloo tells her, “That balance has already been upset and we need to rectify it as soon as possible.”

“Then how would you like to approach?” Appleboom says sarcastically, “One filly per couple? Heavy screening of DNA?” She gives Witchcart a glare. “Exception to those who can pay extra?”

“A child is a gift and should be treated like one,” Pinkie Pie mumbles to herself.

“What was that?” Scootaloo asks perking her ears toward Pinkie Pie.

“Children should be a gift given to ponies, Not some arbitrarily thing passed out by the government,” Pinkie Pie snaps.

“Do you have any better suggestions?” Scootaloo replied.

“A gift passed out by the government?” Rarity rubs her chin in thought, “Like a lottery?”

Scootaloo laughs, “I like the word lottery.”

“So that’s it?” Applebloom states, “You’re just going to hand out random birth certificates?”

“Ponies could trade them with each other,” Rarity adds, “A chance to have a child has a different value to different people.”

“Imagine the surprise on their faces,” Pinkie Pie smiles. Suddenly she passes out.

“Pinkie Pie, are you okay?” Rarity shouts.

Blood stains Pinkie’s chair red.

Later she awakes in the hospital. Achamilla looks back at her sadly.

Pinkie burst out crying.

“I heard you used to use Mint-als?” Achamilla asks.

“Yes, what does that have to do with anything?” Pinkie Pie sobbed.

“Mares with a history of heavy drug use have a higher chance of miscarrying,” Achamilla told her, “There are therapies I can give you to make your body more able to carry a fetus to term.”

“Please do it!” Pinkie Pie shouts.

“Well I can but Scootaloo is pushing the Birth Lottery Law already,” Achamilla explains, “By the time the therapy makes you ready to have another child the law would pass.”

“And I’ll have to wait for the lottery to hit me,” Pinkie Pie sighs.

Achamilla smiles, “Yeah, you wouldn’t buy a ticket and not let some other pony have a chance. You could try again without the therapy,” The yellow pony adds. “But another miscarriage would only do more damage may even kill you. I also suggest you take on a less stressful life.”

“You mean retire,” Pinkie Pie sighs in thought, “Could you do me a favor then?”

“For you yes,” Achamilla smirks.

“I been thinking of ways to help ponies with problems I had,” Pinkie Pie explains. “I need your, and Applebloom’s help.”

She asks Applebloom to make a recreation of her family's farm and asked Alchamlla to help her fund for a rehab center there. Pinkie Pie studies and becomes a consoler at the rehab center and she opens it.

One day there was a knock at her door. It was a Zebra colt. One of the rehab patients.

“Miss. Pinkie Pie, There is something you need to see,” He told her.

The Zebra leads Pinkie Pie to the back pasture. Standing there was some kind of two headed cow.

“What is it,” Pinkie remarks looking at one of the heads. It stared off drooling.

“I’m a Brahmin,” The other head answers, “That’s my stoop head, He doesn’t talk.”

“Where did you come from?” Pinkie Pie asked the thing.

“I’m from Equestria,” The Brahmin answers, “The last thing I remember are Raiders common down on me. Is this Heaven?”

“I don’t know,” Pinkie Pie answers.

Soon a team of ponies in suits shows up and takes the thing away. After making some calls Scootaloo picks Pinkie Pie up personally.

They went to a government building. It was a small prison with a dozen or so ponies.

“What is this place?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“I’m only showing you this, Telling you this out of respect for the rank you gave up,” Scootaloo answers, “Do you know what Slippers are?”

Pinkie Pie shakes her head “no”.

“Good, this is where we keep them,” Scootaloo replied with a smile, “As you may know I’m responsible for bringing ponies to this world. I did this by a soul net. When I died a signal was sent that's suppose to shut the net off. Not all of it did. Sometimes ponies who die out there slip through. We call them Slippers.”

“Why not allow all ponies to continue coming here?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“I have plans for a way to send us back to Equestria to populate,” Scootaloo answers, “Besides without careful planning our resources my become stretched.”

Two more years pass,Pinkie Pie becomes pregnant again. Then the farm riots happened. The farm animals attacked the Piefeild Farm.

It started with an explosion. Pinkie Pie jumped out of bed. She looked out of the window to see buildings on fire.

“We are under attack!” Somepony shouts.

She runs down stairs to see farm animals attacking and killing patients.

Ka-Blam!

Pumpkin shot a cow dead. A chicken jumps him and tries to scratch and peck at his flank. He rams himself against the wall and the chicken dies with a crunch. The brown buck gives one final shot taking out a charging goat.

“Pinkie!” Pumpkin tosses the pink mare a revolver.

She stares at the thing in her hooves. She didn’t look at it long because three bulls crashed into the building. Pumpkin got one shot off as he was gored. Pinkie Pie screams and empties the revolver into one of the bulls killing it. The last bull slams against the pregnant mare stunning her. He stomps his hoof down on her stomach and a sharp pain goes through her belly.

“Stop!” A cow orders, “We could use her.”

The impact triggers Pinkie Pie into labor racking her body with pain. She could see that Pumpkin lay dead on the ground.

They tossed Pinkie into a room leaving her alone with her labors. For hours she begs them to let her out. Then cries for help as she starts to birth.

The foal slips out of her. It was quiet. Pinkie gets to her feet and nudges the motionless creature with her muzzle. Tears fill her eye she pushes it with her nose even harder. The pink mare bursts out crying and takes the dead foal in her hooves.

Another two days past before they opened the door. Pinkie Pie was weak and lethargic when Applebloom came upon her. She gasps seeing the dead foal still in the mare’s arms.

“You bastards!” Applebloom screamed at the guard.

“She’s still alive,” The farm animal replied.

“Get me some water and remove that thing,” Applebloom orders.

Water was put up to the pink earth pony’s muzzle. She drinks greedily and tries and fails to talk with a groan. They helped Pinkie to her feet and took her away.

Well she recovered, Pinkie Pie falls into a deep depression. Rarity takes the girl in. She had her committed after the first suicide attempt.

Pinkie Pie stays there for years. The more time passes the less and less her friends come to see her.

One night the filly came.

“Who are you?” Pinkie Pie asked curled up in her room.

“I’m Pinkie Bell,” The little girl cheered.

“Don’t make fun of me kid,” Pinkie Pie snaps.

“Oh no, I’m not,” Pinkie Bell answered, “I’m your biggest fan.”

Pinkie Pie paused, “Okay, At this point I’m here because I want to be here. I gave up on the world. If I started seeing strange fillies I have a more valid reason to be here.”

“I came here from Littlepip,” Pinkie Bell explains.

“Ah, yes Littlepip,” Pinkie Pie nods her head, “I almost forgot she was watching me.”

“I want you to be my mommy,” Pinkie Bell told Pinkie Pie.

The mare gives a horrified look, “Sorry kid I can’t.”

“If you let me fuse with you I can be inside you like a baby foal,” Pinkie Bell answers.

“You’re saying you can turn yourself into my own baby?” Pinkie Pie's ears perks up.

“Yes,” Pinkie Bell answers

The mare thinks about it. "I wish to be normal. I want to honor my husband by making a life. It was the thing that was out of our reach.”

“When we become one we will be a new life,” Pinkie Bell smiles.

“My body is yours,” Pinkie Pie sighs.

In a flash Pinkie Bell turns into pink fluid and enters Pinkie Pie from under her tail. The pink pony screams out, her stomach visibly swishing and turning. Her head whooshes. The room fills with a strong paint smell. The sounds of screams could be heard outside.

Pinkie stumbles out of her room. Ponies were running as their skin melted off. Not just their skin but their color. Pinkie Pie looks at her hooves, they where dripping off her bones. She screams at the sight.

All the pony goo came to gather and fused around Pinkie Pie. My will felt strange, Whatever had been holding me all these years started loosening its grip.

I did what you could be called struggling to knock myself free. Some kind of lock was broken in my head. I thought of the image of God.

I could hear myself scream. I was pulling myself out of Pinkie Pie’s body. Dashit stood there in shock.

The clouds in the sky rip apart before me. The blue light that ponies called God and the gods call Bible came down from the sky. Its beauty rips me from Pinkie Pie’s body.

“What are you!” Pinkie Pie screams.

“I’m the light bringer,” I one lined.

“Help me!” Pinkie Pie snaps at Dashit.

“Well, you see there’s a problem with that,” Dashit replied, “Why shouldn’t I let you two duke it out? If she kills you. I’m free, and all I’m going to do is kill her. If you kill her then I don’t care what happens next. You can even combine this body’s old head with it and I wouldn’t care.”

“Very well then I’ll take things in my own hooves!” Pinkie Pie shouts.

Hundreds of Spritebots enter the area.

“Thats my que to leave,” Dashit flies off.

The Spritebots turns to Sexcasters. I orgasm hard, paralyzing me.

“Please tell me where Cherry Emerald is,” I managed to scream out.

“Worried that she’s hearing my fun fun funny machines?” Pinkie Pie points at a shed off in the distance, “She’s in there, I guess she could hear them from inside.”

“Thank you, my ears had served their purpose,” My eyes glow green as I use my telekinetic magic on my ear drums. They made a quick sharp ring as they exploded. Blood leaks from my ear holes.

“What are you doing!” Pinkie Pie shouts as I stand to my feet.

“My virtue is sacrifice!” I shouted as I walked toward the pink blob pony, “It took me the sight of God to remember that. With sacrifice comes some perks.”

“I still have my color!” Pinkie Pie screams, the power of God allowing me to know what she was saying.

Pinkie Pie sends out the colored blobs of pony souls she stole. My eyes glow deep red.

“These ponies are your blood,” I smirked, “I have a power over blood.” All of the colored blob ponies solidified.

“No, No, this can’t be!” Pinkie Pie screams scared.

“Like a child you think it’s fun to scare ponies,” I snapped, “Time for you to be scared of me.”

“No, No, leave me alone you monster!” The pony cries.

I rip the pink goo off the pony down the middle. Before me couched a scared little lavender and blond filly.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Silver Bell cries.

I replied by giving her a gentle smile and touching her with my horn. In a flash of light the filly turns into a little statue of Pinkie Pie. It falls to the ground and shatters into dust.

“I see something in you,” Pinkie Pie's voice echoes as the sparkles fade away, “Its like a spark I seen in Twilight, but your spark is brighter and on fire.”

I staggered my way to the shed and unlocked it with my magic. It swings open and I peered into the darkness.

"The God’s Bible fuck me in the infinite infinity of the universe,” I said in shock as I stared at myself. “Of course.”

The other me gives me a gentle look.

“Your Cherry Emerald?” I asked.

“Yes,” The other me replied, “The form I take is the one you needed to see.”

“Why do I need to see myself?” I remarked.

“So you could find me,” The me crossed her horn with my horn.

The two of us emit a bright flash of light.

I awake,
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FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending triggered if Littlepip never escapes Pinkie Pie.
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Homage kisses Littlepip’s unconscious body as she lies in the SPP control pod. When she tries to pull away to her shock her lips fused to Littlepips lips.

She struggles and screams to pull away. When her hooves touched Littlepip’s body they sunk in. Pulling her hooves away only made the flesh stretch like puddy.

The pony slips into the pod. Her and Littlepip become one throbbing mass of flesh. Soon the mass stops moving.
> Chapter 11: A Life Worth Fighting For
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   “I can’t feel my arm!”
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I screamed pawing at the void at my shoulder with my remaining hoof.

“Calm down miss,” A pegasus nurse mare told me, “The doctor is coming to talk to you.”

I try pulling the IV out of my remaining arm.

“Stop!” The nurse cries, She jumps onto me to stop my actions.

As other ponies rushed in to help her. The mare hoof squishes my udder and I yelp as a strong sharp pain hit me.

“Okay!” I shouted curling to protect my sensitive organ.

The nurse stops the other two ponies from jumping on me by raising her hoof in front of them.

“Is something hurting you?” The nurse asks.

“Tell me what happened first,” I groaned in pain.

“I’m not your doctor but I heard your arm got infected and you had to be emergency removed from the control pod.”

“That’s all you know?” I asked.

“Things are very hush hush about you,” The nurse replied, “The press knows you were removed from the pod off schedule. But the higher ups want to know your status before they figure out what to do with you.”

“You’re going to tell everyone about this?” I eyes started tearing up.

“Where are you hurting,” The nurse mare reminds me of my promise.

“My breasts they hurt, They feel stiff,” I answered.

“Let me see,” The nurse orders.

I reluctantly lay back and let her feel my tits with her hoof. I flinched at her touch.

“They do seem swollen, Definitely mastitis, And it looks like you may have a mass in the left one. I’ll tell the doctor right away.” The nurse notes.

“Mastitis?” I asked.

“Sometimes udders start to swell with fluids,” The nurse told me.

“I’m not pregnant,” I deadpanned then gasped remembering the implication of what could happen to me well unconscious in a coma.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” The nurse replied, “Hormones or diet could cause it. Infections too, since you’re a dirt pony I’m betting some kind of mutie infection.”

I was left alone in bed. My body felt exhausted. My muscles had atrophy from sleeping in the control pod and that little bit of excitement took my energy away.

A yellow earth pony with a short pink mane walks into the room. At this point I noticed all the ponies I seen until now were pegasus.

“You’re Alchemilla?” I noted.

“Littlepip, I’m your stand by doctor,” The mare told me concerned. “You don’t remember me?”

“I seen your legacy in Silent Ponyville,” I remarked.

“Silent what?” Alchemilla looked confused.

“I suppose it was a dream.”

“You’ve come out of induced comas before with amnesia,” Alchemilla tells me, “It comes back by the time we put you back in.”

“So you remove me from the command pod often?” I asked.

“We have to take you out for periods of time. Half for health reasons and other half for cleaning and maintenance of the pod,” Alchemilla explains, “You'd be shock how much a pony’s skin and hair sheddings build up after a few weeks.”

“I thought Stable-Tech would have had some kind of self cleaning mechanisms,” I remark, “Stable 2 had corner traps for dust bunnies.” Something else didn’t seem right about this situation. Some kind of over sight I couldn’t put my hoof on.

“Well it does,” Alchemilla tells me, “Its better safe than sorry.”

“What happened to my pipleg doc?” I asked.

“Your body started to reject the material that was fused with your skin,” Alchemilla answered with a sad sigh, “It caused a clot in your arm and it started to die.”

“So you had to remove it,” I finished coldly.

“Sorry, I know the bourdon you hold and you didn’t need this on top of it,” Alchemilla replied, “The nurse told me your breast were hurting you?”

I lay back for the doctor. She examines my undercarriage.

“Ouch!” I yelped when she pushed down on one of my mounds.

“It's not uncommon for mares to get growths in their udders,” Alchemilla remarks, “It could be more serious?”

“What do you mean by more serious?” I asked.

“If it’s cancers we might have to remove them,” Alchemilla tells me.

I was a little a taken a back at the idea of my udders being removed. On one hand unless some pony gets to look at my underside it’s not like anyone is going to know. Other than for foal sucking and filly fooling nipples were useless. Foal sucking wasn’t necessary. I would miss the filly fooling.

“Could you hold still for a moment?” Alchemilla asks as she examined me.

She takes one of my udders between her hooves and pulled on it. A yellowish discharge came out. I winched from both squeemyness and pain.

“Have you engaged in sexual activity lately?” Alchemilla remarks.

“You mean with bucks or mares?” I raised and eye brow.

“Yes of course,” Alchemilla blushes, “Well it appears you have an infection in your memory ducts. This could very well be the reason why your body rejected your arm. I’m going to have a nurse subtracted The infected substance with a breast pump. Mean time I’ll have to look over your tests.”

“Why are you the only earth pony staffed here?” I asked

“Part of the treaty agreement with the Enclave,” Alchemilla told me, “They provide the facilities for your care but those of the New Canterlot Republic monitor you. Celestia unfortunately locks out anyone from using the control pod without her permission.”

“You have an issue with that?” I snap.

“I don’t see what’s so special about you,” Alchemilla shrugs, “You’re a hero I’ll give you that. But your ill equipped for this burden. I will be advocating you to be replaced to the advisory board.”

The doctor leaves, I lay back and sigh. There’s an advisory board for me.

Later a nurse pony comes in and put some kind of suction pump thing to my udder. It hurt but also felt good having that pressure taken away.

Well in the middle of this procedure Velvet Remedy walks into the room. The first expression on her face was confusion at the site of my udders getting pumped. Then came horror as she noticed my missing arm.

“Oh, Littlepip,” She starts crying.

“Okay, I think I’m finished,” The nurse states leaving with a about a cup of liquid. “I’ll give you two some time.”

“I’m so sorry this happened to you,” Velvet Remedy cries.

“I’m not, Its just part of my bourdon,” I roll over to my side hiding my missing lim. I was feeling depressed and exhausted.

“I know you make a big deal about sacrifice but you shouldn’t have to go through this,” Velvet Remedy snaps.

I was starting to feel tingly. I struggle to get up.

“What are you doing?” Velvet Remedy asks seeing my discomfort.

“I got to use the rest room,” I told her.

Velvet frown, “You still have amnesia I see.”

She takes a urine jar off the counter with her magic and pulls back my covers.

“Ah! What are you doing?” I shout as she pushes the mouth of the jar against my privet area.

“Even without the trauma you just endured you can’t use the bathroom by yourself right after waking from the pod,” The black mare told me.

“You done this before,” I realized.

“I help took care of you the first few times we removed you,” Velvet Remedy told me, “We even have diapers for you.”

I relieved myself in the jar. It made a hallow echoing sound. When I was done I closed my legs and rolled back over.

Tears fall down my muzzle. “Why do you keep bringing me back. Just let me sleep.”

What do you expect us to do? Let your body rot as you slumber when we could do something about it,” Velvet Remedy snaps, “Besides this is also part of the treaty.”

“I heard about the treaty,” I replied not turning my head.

“Oh Littlepip,” Velvet Remedy gently puts her hoof on my flank.

“Don’t touch me!” I jumped at her startling the mare. I look down away from her, “I don’t want to be touched right now. Just tell me what’s this treaty about?”

“Over a periodic time the treaty states that you will be removed from the control pod. In witch time your health both physical and metal will be assessed,” Velvet told me, “Also in which time the pod will undergo inspection and cleaning underseen by all parties involved. You will undergo physical therapy to regain as much muscle mass as you can. A committee board reviews rather or not you are able to be put back into the pod. I’m on that committee, as well as Life Bloom is as a representative. There are pegasus and other interested parties too. Celestia having control over who has access to the pod has veto power. So the committee is more of a farce. Celestia always says the decision is up to you and she will do what you wish. Rather we like it or not.”

“Littlepip!”

The next thing I knew Homage’s arms where around me in a huge hug. A pain shoots from my stub.

“Owe,” I winced.

“Sorry dear,” My Homage glares at Velvet Remedy and speaks flatly, “Hi.”

“You seem unphased by Littlepip’s predicament,” Velvet Remedy chided.

“Implying what?” Homage snapped, “I reserved myself to the worst possible scenario a long time ago.”

“Is there something going on between you girls?” I asked.

Velvet, “No,”

Homage, “Yes,”

I nodded my head to Homage. Velvet Remedy bites her lip and circles her flank to us in a laps of anger.

“We are of two differing opinions,” Homage answers.

“Differing opinions on what?” I asked.

“Opinions about what to do about you,” Homage knells down to whisper in my ear, “She’s the enemy Littlepip.”

“Don’t turn her against me you witch!” Velvet Remedy shouts.

“It’s the truth you don’t respect her wishes,” Homage smirked.

“I am not her enemy,” Velvet Remedy snaps, “That not truth that’s your opinion.”

“Stop it!” I snapped at the two ponies, “If you two can’t stop fighting then one of you needs to leave!”

Velvet Remedy turns and walks out of the room. Before leaving she looks at me. “It was nice talking to you again.”

My heart sinks from instant guilt. I was about to shout for Velvet to come back when Homage kissed me and my mind went blank.

Click! Click! Click!

My ears perk up, “What’s that sound?”

Homage turns to look at the rooms doorway. A pegasus was taking photos of us with a camera.

“Hey you!” Homage shouts loudly.

The pegasus panics and runs off.

“Stop him!” Homage cries out across the hall.

A few moments later there was a gunshot and a scream.

“Stupid dirt pony why did you kill him!” A voice snaps.

“What? She said stop him?” A male voice I didn't recognize replied.

“He was taking pictures that didn’t warrant brutal force!” The pegasus yells back.

“Mr. Cannon you should leave,” Velvet Remedy politely intersects. “Sorry about this incident sir. Will make sure he’s never allowed up here again.”

“You can’t let him leave this is murder!” The pegasus snaps.

“Again, I’m sorry, there are no excuses for this but you must understand we of the Wasteland had to fight very hard to survive,” Velvet Remedy explains, “It’s hard to turn a life time of conditioning off so soon.”

“What was that about?” I asked.

“Paparazzi got shot by one of our own,” Homage remarks.

“What’s a Paparazzi?” I asked.

Homage sighs, “I guess your brain is gobbled. It’s a pony who sneaks up on other ponies. Famous ponies like you, me, Velvet and tries to take pictures of them doing stuff without their knowledge. Then sells it for money to news papers.”

“Really?” I questioned, “This is a real thing?” I then remembered my life as Pinkie Pie

“Society up here is different than down on the earth,” Homage told me, “With out fighting for their lives I guess they need some kind of drama.”

I give a sad look. “But he didn’t need to die because of me.”

Homage sits down on the bed next to me and gives me a comforting hug.

Alchemilla walks in, “Well tests show you indeed have an infection and that it was the cause of the blood clot,” She told us, “We will have to put you on antibiotics. Also given the nature of the infections you been getting, a cybernetic for your missing arm is out of the question.”

“But can she be allowed to go home?” Homage asks.

Wait? Home?

“Normally I’d be a little cautious about release so soon,” Alchemilla hesitates, “But given the incident we just had. I think it’s best if Littlepip stays in her own facility.”

“Yes ma’am,” Homage nods her head.

“I’ll have a nurse bring you a wheel chair,” Alchemilla leaves the room.

“Do I really need a wheel chair?” I asked.

“Sorry dear, you wouldn’t be able to walk even if you had all four hooves mush less three,” Homage remarks. Then she leans in close and whispers, “We might be able to start the physical therapy to night.”

I blushed so red.

Homage pulls out a diaper. “Do you want to wear this or hope I’ll be able to find a bathroom in time when you need one?”

I give Homage a nervous look.

“I’d suggest you take it, Small pony as a small pony blatter,” The mare teased.

I didn’t take the diaper.

Almost regretted it when I was wheeled outside. The sight of the open blue sky above me made my head spin. I was about to close my eyes when I spotted it. The moon in midday, big and full, covered in blue mist.

I looked down at the cloudy floor I was standing on. I was fitted with a Cloud walking talisman to stop me from falling through.

“Littlepip,” Homage speaks to get my attention.

“Sorry I just got moonstruck for a moment,” I blushed.

We slipped into the dark colored skywagon.

Apparently my home was a hotel room on the New Canterlot Republic embassy grounds. Homage has the room on retainer and uses it every time she visits me.

With all my strength I pulled myself out of my chair and flopped on the nice soft quilt coverd bed. I sniffed in the freshly washed blankets and sheets letting the warm and fuzzy sink in as I drifted off.

“Littlepip,” Homage said playfully.

God woman let me sleep. My mind groan.

“I have a cheerleader’s outfit I want to show you,” The mare sings.

I turn onto to my back only to have an unhappy looking gray cat shoved in my face. It was dressed in a cheerleader outfit.

“Isn’t Melody’s new outfit adorable,” Homage cheered.

“It’s something,” I rolled my eyes. When did Homage get a cat?

“You’re not happy?” Homage asks.

“Oh, when you said you were going to show me your cheerleading outfit I was expecting you to flash me a pussy,” I smirked, “Just not like this.”

Homage frowned, “You don’t remember Melody I guess. Do you remember Palisade?”

“Who?” I answered.

“My son,” Homage told me.

“You have a son!” I shouted.

“Adopted,” Homage replied.

“Oh,” I sighed, “Any other life shattering reveals?”

“Well um,” Homage blushed, “Life Bloom found a nice buck and got married.”

“Good for him,” I smiled.

“Well, they asked me to surrogate,” Homage blushed.

“What does that mean?” I asked concerned with her reaction.

“I’m pregnant with his baby,” Homage answered.

I was stunned.

“They were looking for someone to give them a child,” Homage told me, “I needed an heir, I figured why not do them both a good.”

I felt my body tense up from anger. Was I jealous?

“I should leave,” Homage gets up to walk out of the room.

Homage please don’t leave,” I cried.

“The Littlepip I was talking to before she was roved from the pod was happy for me and Life Bloom. Not angry.” Homage replied.

“I’m sorry it’s just so much to take in,” I cried, “Don’t leave me alone, Not to night not after what they did to me!” I was tearing. “You can’t be so cruel!”

Homage flash me an angry glare, “You know that you can be such a bitch some times.”

I sob,

The light black mare pats me on the head.

>

I found myself cuddling with the mare as she slept next to me. I drifted off with my nose in her mane.

I awoke by the bed jumping under me.

“Homage!” I shook my partner to no avail.

Then my body seized up. The walls and ceiling began to grown. They stretched into many faces. Inpony faces with large black eyes.

The creatures popped out of the walls and ceiling revealing themselves to be hairless and gray. One lifts up a foot. It had four stubby flexible digits that moved like a four hinged mouth.

It held a needle like probe in its hoof. The other creature raise their feet revealing probes as well. 

The creatures slowly rush me. They flipped me over on my back and started with my feet. The probing needles shot pain up the nerves in my foot. They stuck needles in every one of my bones and joints as they moved up my leg. With each poke came more pain. I wanted to scream but couldn’t.

A needle probe hovered over my crotch. I flinched as it came down. The needle hit the very last bone in my tail. My spine shuttered. Then they hit the next one.

They hit every tail joint stopping at my anus. I found myself being lifted up into the air as they continued down my spine.

One of them takes out a long metallic snake and introduces it up into my anus. Another snake went down my cervix. A small one went in my urethra. Then a needle went into my most sensitive spot down there.

They dump a bunch of tiny metal flakes on my belly. The flakes turned into spiders. A bunch started climbing into my body through the holes in my nipples.

My adam’s apple cam next. As they shot a needle into it. A device was stuff down my mouth and throat. The end of the device rapped it’s self around my muzzle. Parts of it probed into nose and the ducks at the corner of my eyes.

Then the biggest needle came.

I found myself jumping out of bed screaming in terror. Homage held me in her arms.

“It’s okay Littlepip,” Homage said trying to hush me.

A pair of guards rushed in.

“It okay!” Homage shouts to them, “She just had a night mare.”

The guards nodded and walked out the room.

“That’s not going to go down well in the report,” Homage mumbles.

I calmed down enough to start blushing from embarrassment.

“Well aren’t you going to tell me about your dream?” Homage asked.

“These grey ponies came in the room and started sticking things in my body,” I shuttered, “Everywhere in my body.”

“It’s not uncommon for ponies of the wasteland to suffer from night terrors.”

“I too have had dreams with those beings,” Homage remarks, “The Buffalo called them the Star People.”

“I suppose the Zebra thinks they are evil,” I remarked. I should ask Xenith about them.

“Even before that dream, Before I woke up and found my arm gone I dreamt of Silent Ponyville. That was a long dream.

“The Silent Ponyville thing seems familiar,” Homage remarks.

“The name came from an experiment by Twilight Sparkle but the one I went to was a more advance version created by Stable-Tech.”

“Sounds crazy,” Homage remarks.

I thought for a moment, “Maybe you should name drop this to Celestia?”

“If it will make you happy,” Homage kisses me on the lips.

>

The next morning I started physical therapy. I was put in a bike that pumped my back legs then pulled on some weights with my remaning arm.

After a couple of hours I was called to an office were I met a grey pegasus.

“Hello Littlepip I’m Dr. Dealer do you remember me?” The Buck asked.

“No, I answered.

“I see,” Dealer replied, “I’m your assigned psychologist. I’m here to assess your mental state and help you work out your problems.”

The door opens and Dragon Scribe walks into the room. My eyes and ears perk up.

“Dad, I got that paper work you wanted,” Dragon Scribe said to Dealer.

“But you recognize her?” Dealer raise an eyebrow.

“Miss? Do I know you?” Dragon Scribe asks.

“I thought I seen you somewhere,” I replied, “Maybe a photo or something?”

“I'm borrowing this office, you never seen a photo of my family,” Dealer remarks.

“Oh,” There must be some other explanation.

“Umm, would you mind if my daughter sits in?” Dealer asks, “She's in training and it would help her.”

“Its not like anything said here is going to be private or anything,” I waved my hoof. “She can stay.”

“I was told you woke up screaming last night,” Dealer brings up.

“Yeah, Aliens cutting and probing my body,” I rub the stump of my arm, “An understandable nightmare.”

“Besides that nightmare, what was the last dream you remember having?” Dealer ask.

“I had a dream of Pinkie Pie,” I half truthed well looking at Dragon Scribe.

“Really, What happened in this dream?” Dealer questioned.

“The jest of it she was trying to have a child. But it kept dying on her,” I answered.

“You think this has anything to do with Homage?” Dealer remarks, “You’re not a traditional couple but she’s pregnant right? Holding the child of a good friend of hers.”

“You’re implying?” I asked.

“It is nature for a couple to want a child of their own,” Dealer replied, “Being both female you have complications other couples, regular couples don’t have.”

“Go on,” I added faking my interest.

“You could choose to adopt and just pass down your knowledge and values but not your DNA,” Dealer points out, “Or you could have one of you conceived a child. Maybe the other later. But you don’t have that option do you?”

“It’s worst then you know,” I sigh letting loose a tear. “Before the Pinkie Pie dream, inbetween the nightmares and monsters. I had another dream. I was told I was an insane slut. Suffering from a brain disease. I would get my self pregnant knowing that my children would have the same disease. The doctors would force me to have abortions. This idea hurt me deeply.”

“Because you see yourself as diseased?” Dealer asks.

“I’m infertile,” I answered, “When I started using the pod. I wanted to give her a child. I might not be able to raise it but I'll sure be able to watch. I don’t know if it was the radiation or taint but I was tested and I was found to be infertile.”

A realization came to me. “I’m such a bitch,” I groaned, “I’m not jealous of Life Bloom I’m jealous of Homage.”

“I’d imagine so,” Dealer replied, “You said it yourself you wanted to if nothing else watch her raise your child. She’s adopted a child on her own. Having one of her own. Most likely makes you feel like a shadow left behind.”

I found myself crying.

“Littlepip your not diseased,” Dragon Scribe gently puts her hooves on my hoof causing me to blush. “I can’t speak for the rest of the pegasus but I consider you a hero.”

Dealer gives Dragon Scribe a look.

“I think we made some break throughs,” The buck tells me, “I’ll file my report and we can talk some more later if you want.”

After the session I returned to physical therapy. I found myself being able to stand. But balancing was hard with three legs.

The full extent of what happened to me had been broadcasted on the news reports.

“I guess everyone knows now,” Homage sighs.

“When did the truth or your opinions on the truth, changed?” I remarked.

“No, the pegasus just brought their own brand of searching for the truth,” Homage answers, “Suddenly ponies like me, ponies with integrity are irrelevant.”

“I guess we both had our hard times,” I remarked to Homage.

“Why don’t we go out to eat?” Homage asks.

I gave her a doubting look.

“Come on Littlepip,” Homage smiles, “You managed to stand. Even baby foals walk after being born.”

She had a point, Then again most foals had all their legs.

“Here let me help,” Homage leaned against my missing side.

“What about the paparazzi,” I point out, “I don’t want them taking pictures.”

“I learned how to change the color of our fur for a short time,” Homage told me, “But it’s only a matter of time before the whole world sees you like this.”

“When I go back into the pod then you can release a photo.” I told her.

“Littlepip, I highly dout-“ Homage stops herself with a sigh.

We stopped at a nearby fast food place that served veggie burgers. As we ate Xenith and Calamity walked in.

Homage beamed at the look on my face when I sighted my friends.

“You set this up,” I smirked, “And here I thought you downgraded in your tastes.”

“Easiest to hind in plain sight and nothing is more planer then a fast food restaurant.

“How ya doing Littlepip?” Calamity asks.

“Other than the arm fine,” I remarked to the buck before dipping a fry.

“You keep eating that stuff and you’ll get another blood clot,” Xenith joked.”

“Where’s Velvet?” I asked Calamity.”

The pegasus frowns, “It's best that she not come.”

“Oh,” My heart sinks.

“On the side of good news we’re going to be having a foal,” Calamity beamed proudly.

Just what I need, more friends with children. Life push the knife in a little more will yeah.

“What’s the matter Littlepip? You don’t look happy about this,” Calamity asks.

“Personal issues,” I answered.

“Her Littlepips don’t work,” Xenith quietly says to Calamity.

“Xenith!” I shouted blushing red.

It took Calamity a moment to get the conversation.

Homage snorted her milk shake out her nose. “God, brain freeze,” She giggles, “Don’t tell me that’s true.”

“Why would you tell him that!” I blurted.

“There’s enough tension between us,” Xenith answers.

“So wait? she’s right?” Homage reacts, “Littlepip.” The mare gives me a sad look.

“So how do you know her gals aren’t working?” Calamity asked Xenith.

“She’s like a sterile elephant mare,” Xenith answered.

“Weren’t you born in Equestria? I don’t think you ever seen an elephant,” Calamity points out.

“It's a saying of my people,” Xenith answered, “An awful one to be honest, Linked to the ethic cleansings of the Hell King. When an elephant mare is made sterile they go into never ending heat. An elephant in heat is something not to be around.”

“Sounds like Littlepip,” Calamity smirked, “Any Zebra potions that can fix her?”

“Depends on the nature of the problem,” Xenith replied.

“Could we not talk about my Littlepips,” I groaned hiding my head.

“You should have told me dear,” Homage rubs my back with her hoof.

“I didn’t want to worry you about my feelings,” I replied to my marefreind. “I’m happy about you and the baby you’re going to have.” I turned to Calamity. “And Velvet too,” I turn back to Homage.” I can’t say it doesn’t hurt. You have your own life without me. I’m not going to ask you to change it. It’s Heart Warming enough that you’re by my side when you can. We always were passing bodies of two worlds meeting in an eclipse.”

“Oh Littlepip,” Homage gives me a deep kiss.

Calamity blushes,

“When did she become a poet?” Xenith remarks.

“Mommy those two mares are kissing,” A young filly was pointing at us.

Homage and I end our kiss and blush.

“Maybe we shouldn't draw attention to ourselves?” I suggested.

“Then watch your tongue Littlepip,” Homage teased.

“Xenith?” I asked, “I had a dream about the Star People.”

The Zebra spits on the table, “Star People dreams aren't normal dreams. This really happened to you.”

“They were hurting me,” I said defensively, “Homage told me to ask you about them.”

“The Star People live on a different plain,” Xenith explains, “They can pass in and out of our world at will. They use this power to creep into the minds of ponies.”

“Like the Hell King?” I raised an eyebrow, “I met him in the dream from before. He took over something called Victim’s Hell.”

“Yes, the Hell King got his power from the Star People,” Xenith answered, “Perhaps they are trying to corrupt you?”

“Victim’s Hell what’s that?” Calamity asks.

“If you die with your will broken your mind sends you to an afterlife of horrors,” I answered, “It seems that the afterlife isn’t based upon rather you are good or evil, but sanity. At least that’s what it was like in my dream.”

“Sins do weigh on one’s psyche,” Homage remarks, “But it’s disconcerting to think the true evil. Those without a conscience would not get divine punishment.”

“There was also something there that ponies called God,” I added, “Celestia and Luna called it the Bible.”

“We call it the Akashic Codex,” Xenith replied, “Life, thought, it’s all magical energy. The Akashic Codex is all the energy and the thought that will ever exist. There were some of my people that are able to access it. But those who can access it draw the attention of the Star People who also use the Akashic Codex.”

I paused a moment in thought. Things had made an interesting turn.

“What’s your opinion, or you people’s opinion of Twilight Sparkle?” I asked.

“She has the cutie mark of the stars,” Xenith answers, “Probably means she was tainted by evil.

“You mean the Star People?” I point out.

“Yes, the fact the she is so knowledgeable wouldn’t have help prove she’s not,” Xenith replied.

“So if Twilight became a princess and lead Equestria instead of Luna that wouldn’t have help stop the war?” Calamity asks.

“Most likely not,” Xenith answers.

“That’s a lovely thought,” Homage remarks.

“Could this Akashic Codex be connected to the Spark?” I wondered.

“The Spark?” Xenith answered.

“The Spark is what Spike told me reveals the element of Magic. It also helps the other elements come together.” I told Xenith.

“Like a Ka-teh,” Xenith answers, “If so you have a connection to the Akashic Codex which is most likely why the Star People visited you.”

“Okay, Littlepip I think it’s time we head back,” Homage told me.

As soon as I set foot outside a bunch of pegasus swamp me and I was blinded by flashing lights.

“Littlepip!”

“Littlepip!”

“Can you make a statement!”

The sudden ambush causes me to fly into a panic. I turn to run. Due to having only three hooves, I found myself tumbling into a bush.

The constant flashing lights kept me blind as I struggled to get up. The flashes took me to a white room with a door.

A Star Pony’s claw grabs my chin forcing me to look it in its jet black eyes.

“Pick the lock and open the door!” It orders before sticking something in my eye.

When I snapped back to reality I found myself being carried off by Calamity and Xenith who was running, Homage fallowing behind.

We reached the hotel and my friends put me down to examine me.

“Looks like something happened to your eye Littlepip,” Xenith points out.

“What?” I looked into the mirror to see the blood vessel had broken in one of my eye balls turning the white red.

“Does it hurt?” Homage asks.

“No, but just now I saw another Star Pony and it touched me there,” I answered.

“I fear for your safety Littlepip,” Xenith told me, “I think I can make a potion that can go into your dreams.” The Zebra takes off one of her earrings. “Sleep with this, it can be on you or under your pillow. When I finish preparing the potion and take it the earring should allow me to find you.”

“Thanks Xenith, I’m grateful,” I told the Zebra.

“Speaking of sleep we should give Littlepip her rest,” Homage suggested.

We went back to my room. I jumped up on the bed and sat my head at its foot. I quickly drifted off, But was soon awaken by raised voices. The light had been turned off. I could see shadows under door. Melody the cat was laying next to my body.

“What the heck were you thinking taking her out like that!” Velvet Remedy yells.

“Littlepip needed some time to relax, Get some air,” Homage answered.

“You went a long with this!” Velvet snaps.

“It was the only way Homage would let me see her,” Calamity replied, “You know if I told you, you would throw a fit. You have a strong punch.”

“You said something happened to her eye? Can you let me check on her?” Velvet Remedy asks.

“You know Littlepip don’t want to see you,” Homage snaps.

“Does she still have amnesia?” Velvet Remedy asks.

There was no answer,

“I know that was the risk when I made the choice to side with the opposition that wants her to be permanently removed from the pod,” Velvet sighs, “She’s still my friend that’s why I made my choice. If you are going to allow her to be so pig headed.”

“Velvet you can come in,” I called out.

The door opens and Velvet Remedy flips the light switch. The sudden light makes my eyes flinch. She sees my eye.

“Oh dear let me see it,” Velvet ordered.

“I don’t remember everything,” I told Velvet Remedy as she examined me. “But it seems I have caused all of you a great turmoil.”

“That doesn’t matter now,” The mare told me as she cast a spell on my eye.

A sudden stinging pain hits me and Velvet Remedy disappears from view.

“Velvet where did you go!” I cried.

I heard a gasp then Velvet Remedy snap. “Oh shit!”

“Wait! What happened?” I turned my head to see Velvet with a look of horror on her face.

Homage and Calamity runs into the room.

“I can fix it!” Velvet Remedy cried.

“Why can’t I see out my eye!” I screamed.

“I don’t know something went wrong with the healing spell,” Velvet Remedy replied, “Maybe an object interfered?”

I could feel Velvet Remedy probe my eye with her magic. There was a sharp pain as she touch something causing me to flinch.

“Littlepip don’t move,” Velvet ordered, “I think I can remove it safely.”

A moment later I heard Homage gasp out of my blind side.

“There,” Velvet Remedy said smugly.

A long needle came into view held by the mare’s magic aurora.

“That’s like in that vision you told us about,” Calamity points out.

“What?” Velvet Remedy raises an eye brow.

“Littlepip is apparently being assaulted by Star People,” Homage answered, “That thing with the eye, Happened right in front of us! But yet we didn't see a thing.”

“I think they want me to do something.” I replied.

“Nothing good from what I heard,” Homage adds.

“I see,” Velvet Remedy remarks, “With this gone, I should be able to fix your eye.”

A moment later I could see out my eye again.

“Hey my colors are dulled,” I remarked winking my eyes.

“That may or may not be permanent,” Velvet Remedy points out.

“Permanent!” I shouted.

“Give me a break I just restored your sight,” Velvet Remedy snaps, “You should limit the light that hits that eye.

“Oh I have an eye patch,” Homage smiles.

Velvet and Calamity take their leave.

I fall back on the bed. Homage sits down next to me. I put my ear to the side of her stomach.

“What are you doing?” Homage asks giggling at me.

“Trying to hear your baby’s heart beat,” I answered with a smile.

“Here,” She rolls on her side allowing me to put my ear on her fleshy underbelly. I lay on my side a put my head to her belly.

I closed my eyes. After a moment I could hear the little heart beat. I started to feel warm and fuzzy inside when a sudden.

Slurp!

Homage sucks one of my udders into her mouth. A moment later she gags spitting out yellowish milky liquid.

“That did not taste like I thought it would,” The mare coughed.

I was unsure how to react to this.

“I guess I should have known better,” Homage sighed, “Should have known they would have gone sour. But I just had to try it.”

“Thanks,” I said irritated “You wrecked a special moment for me.”

“Sorry dear,” Homage climbs over and kisses me deeply.

Her mouth tasted like sour milk and I pushed her away. "Please use some mouthwash."

I almost forgot to put the earring under my pillow.

I found myself walking down a white hallway. I walked into a room with two glass walls. On each side of the wall Star People were working over pony figures.

“No! You bastards no!” I scream as I realized who they were working on.

One side lay Homage on her back. They cut her belly open pulling the skin flaps back with clips. They had pulled the fetus out of her body and was examining it. The other side had Velvet Remedy with them doing the same with her and her child.

“Littlepip,” I heard Xenith’s voice behind me.

“Help me stop them!” I screamed to the Zebra.

“I can’t,” Xenith admitted sadly. Then she looks cautiously around the room. “They could also be creating illusions to trick us.

I spotted a door at the end of the hall.

“This is the thing they want me to open,” I pointed out.

Suddenly Star People started walking into the room. We found ourselves surrounded.

“I think they want to stop you from opening this door,” Xenith remarks.

“Why!” I screamed, “Didn’t you tell me to open it!”

“No they didn’t” I heard Mr. Black’s voice.

“Mr. Black!” I shouted, “You’re trying to talk to me?”

Xenith strikes one of the Star People. “Well who ever that is we need to hurry.”

I start to pick at the lock with my magic. The inside was more complex then I imagined.

“Littlepip!” Xenith cries out as she starts to get overwhelmed.

“This is harder then it looks,” I told the Zebra.

I moved my horn along the door moving the little gears and pins that held the lock mechanism in place.

Xenith’s side was shoved into my flank just as the door clicked. The door swings open and we both stumbled inside.

For a moment I thought I saw Pipsqueak before I awoke.

“Pleasant dreams last night,” Homage remarks as she snuggled against me.

“I don’t know?” I remarked then giving her a nuzzling hug back.

“What are you about this morning,” The mare cheered.

“You know I love you right.” I told the mare in front of me.

There was a knock at the door. Homage got up to answer it.

“I have a message for you from the committee,” A pony hands Homage a letter.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It appears they have come down to a decision on you and you new state,” Homage told me.

“I see,” I said sadly.

“They want to talk to you this afternoon after Alchemilla examines you again.”

“I see,” I repeated.

Homage stuck an eye patch on me and we headed back to the hospital. On the way there I seen an image of me with my missing arm plastered all over the TV. I crouched from shame.

“It’s okay Littlepip,” Homage pats me on the back.

Alchemilla inspects my eye.

“Velvet gave us the object she took from you,” She remarks, “We still haven’t figured out what it’s made of.”

“And my eye?” I asked.

“Do as Velvet says and it should heal.” The yellow mare told me.

After my second examination I was taken to the committee hall. Velvet Remedy was there and Life Bloom as well. Celestia appeared in the form of a hologram. There were others. A smug red pegasus with a white mane called Magnet was the most notable.

Magnet speaks, “We of the SPP committee has looked over Littlepip’s ability to properly work the SPP control pod. In light of her recent health issues and worsening mental state. With questionable attacks by outside forces. We deemed Littlepip unfit to carry out her duties.”

“As the agreement, I Celestia have the ability to veto this decision,” Celestia speaks up, “I’m in agreement in Littlepip’s lack of ability to fulfill her duties.”

“Celestia! No please, You got to let me go back in.” I started to run up to the committee table.

“Guards!” Magnet shouts, “Escort that mare out of here!”

"Magnet this is over the line,” Velvet Remedy snaps, “You can’t treat her like something to be tossed away.”

“I don’t care about dirt pony feelings,” Magnet snaps.

The guards took me out into the hall. They hoof cuffed me to a bench. Homage fallowed after me.

“Bastards,” She snorted at one of the pegasus guards as they walked away.

Velvet Remedy and Life Bloom runs out into the hall.

“Are the two of you okay?” Life Bloom asks.

“We are unharmed,” Homage then smirks, “But the baby is all excited.”

Life Bloom blushed.

“Sorry about this,” Velvet Remedy apologized, “Magnet is kind of a prick. He just wanted to show his power.”

“Against a three hoofed mare and her pregnant girlfriend? I don’t think he’s doing himself a favor” Homage points out.

“Well, that just how he is,” Velvet shrugged.

“If I could just talk to Celestia,” I muttered.

“You already got your credentials revoked and we already voted in your replacement,” Life Bloom points out, “A nice Earth buck known as Gemini Laser.”

“Littlepip! I found you!” Xenith came running up. “I have a message from your ancestor!”

“Her what?” Velvet Remedy remarks.

“I went into her dreams last night,” Xenith explains.

I paused for moment, “Now that I think of it I did have a dream. It must have slip from me when I woke up.”

“Mr. Black told me the fate of the world hinges on you returning to the control pod,” Xenith explains.

“Why is this so important?” Life Bloom asks.

“This Littlepip before us isn’t exactly our Littlepip,” Xenith answers.

“Wait you lost me,” Velvet reacts.

“You have to do a lot of talking to convince me this isn’t my Littlepip,” Homage remarks.

“Don’t you think it’s a little convenient that Littlepip gets amnesia when she is removed from the pod,” Xenith asks, “That’s for our benefit as well as hers. Homage remember how Littlepip was talking about the afterlife?”

“Yes, it’s created by the state of the mind,” Homage answers.

“The Akashic Codex allowed Littlepip to create her own world to return too,” Xenith explains, “This world may not be anything like her real reality.”

“She’s right,” I replied, “Amnesia was the excuse I used to explain away inconsistencies. This place is like a genie’s wish. For every good thing out of this world there are three bad.”

“As we talk here forces are closing in that will destroy your world,” Xenith adds.

“What will happen to us?” Velvet Remedy asks well caressing her stomach.

“You are real people with lives, you're not going to disappear without me,” I told them, “As for Littlepip I’m unsure.” I just said my name in the third person? Weird,

“I’m not sure I believe all this,” Life Bloom remarks, “But you are not the people who would make this up. I can’t risk it. We must convince Celestia to let Littlepip back into the control pod. But be warned if she does and nothing happens there will be repercussions for all of us.

Homage laughs, “Would we know if it works?”

“My baby is going to be born in prison,” Life Bloom groans.

>

“And all of you believe this?” Celestia raises an eye brow.

“You called it the Bible,” I told her.

“This would be within its power,” Celestia replied, “Very well I’ll let you back into the pod. But I’ll have to disconnect the weather controls”

It took a moment for Celestia to get the pod ready. I sat in it and went to sleep. My awareness glared out a camera lens. I focused on an image of Homage with Velvet Remedy and Xenith behind her. I turned the camera and saw Celestia and Life Bloom.

“Anything happen?” Homage asks.

“No,” I replied with a tinny voice.

“Maybe it worked?” Velvet suggested.

“I feel like we are missing something,” I remarked, “I always thought I appeared in Silent Ponyville because of this machines connection to Stable-Tech.

“Wait,” Life Bloom speaks up, “The towers are made by Stable-Tech. Celestia? Is she connected to the towers.”

“The towers could be the way Stable-Tech relayed everyone to Silent Ponyville,” I noted.

“Fine,” Celestia sighs, “I’ll connect her to the towers.”

Ba-Boom!

The lights flicker then go out as the building shakes. I set up out of the control pod. Celestia blinks out.

“Shit that was an explosion?” Life Bloom shouts out nervously.

“Velvet, Homage, your with child find a place to hide,” Xenith orders.

“There should be an emergency generator in the floor panel in the hall,” I point out, “If I get to it I could get this room running.”

The door flies open, pushed in by a fire ball. A familiar looking red pegasus mare steps into the room. Fire Storm? Then I noticed her pipbuck on her leg. It glowed flame red. Another smaller buck was on her other leg with a red talisman.

“Magnet says high,” Fire Storm calls out.

Xenith makes a fighting stance.

“Watch out that’s not a normal pipbuck!” I warned her.

Fire Storm makes the first move. She strikes Xenith with a flaming hoof. Xenith blocks but winces in pain as her fur and flesh burns.

Xenith retreats back rubbing her injured arm. “What the heck are you?”

Fire Storm holds up her pipbuck. “Flamebuck, The Enclave requisitioned them from one of the pegasus Stables.”

“Fire Storm being here and Alchemilla are paradoxes,” I point out, “In Silent Ponyville they are from the time of the Great War.”

“Good to know, how does that help me beat her?” Xenith remarks as she dodged Fire Storm's attacks.

Fire Storm slips into SATS and hits key points on Xenith’s body. Xenith screams as her bones crack and pop. Homage charges at the attacker. Fire Storm hits her with a flaming back leg kick.

Velvet Remedy casts a sedation spell on Fire Storm. The red pegasus mare passes out hitting the ground with a thud.

“You scare me some times you know that?” Xenith remarks to Velvet Remedy well holding her side.

I opened the panel in the hallway and started the emergency generator. Celestia reappears.

“What happened? Was I locked out?” Celestia asks.

“They know we are here and knocked out the power,” Life Bloom points at Fire Storm on the ground.

“It’s truly too late to stop,” Celestia sighs, “The control pod is connected to the towers.”

A piece of metal slams into me. I fell and slid across the floor. Magnet slowly walks toward me.

“You can use magic too,” I spat at the buck.

“You think fire is the only element a pipbuck can command?” Magnet boasts, “Behold the master of magnetism.”

Velvet casts her sedation spell. Magnet dissipates it with a wave of his hoof.

“Please all energy is magnetism,” Magnet smirk.

The door Velvet Remedy was standing on lifts up into the air knocking the mare on her butt. The door jams it’s self blocking the way.

Magnet turns his attention back to me. “Littlepip, Welcome to die!”

Blam!

Magnet uses his powers to stop the bullet from hitting his head.

“That should be my line partner,” Calamity remarks with his mouth in the trigger of his battle saddle.

“You think you can stop me with that?” Magnet mocks.

“Its been a while since I took the gal out,” Calamity replied, “She’s itching for the taste of blood.”

I covered Magnet’s pipbuck in my magic aurora as I moved the fine point micro gears of the pipbuck’s lock.

“What are you doing?” Magnet turns to me.

“This,” I pop the pipbuck off the buck’s wrist.

Calamity fires hitting Magnet in both shoulders disabling the pegasus.

After tying up our hostages. I got back into the control pod.

“Sleep tight Littlepip,” Homage teased.

“I just hope it works,” I sighed, “I also hope the whole you guys could be sent to prison thing works out.”

The machine turns on and everything goes black.
_
Foot Note: There are none, Pipbuck is missing.
> Chapter 12.1: In Bullets and Butterflies
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

   The aurora of god was all around me. Its brilliance made me cry. Only moments must have passed before I heard the voice.

“So you returned Littlepip.”

I turned my head to see Scootaloo giving a wicked grin. Her eyes were glowing red and green with violet smoke coming from them. A sparkling sword strapped to her back.

The mare was in the nude. Out of all the flash backs I seen her in this was the first time I could see her cutie mark. It was a butterfly the same colors as her mane and coat. Funny I thought it would be something different.

My hooves were firmly on some kind of asphalt platform. It stretched out a few hundred feet then dropped off into nothingness giving the area a floating island feel.

“Where am I?” I demanded.

“The top of the world,” Scootaloo replied, “The closest any pony has been to it since Luna was sane.”

“Nice and all but that doesn’t explain much,” I remarked before a felt a twinge in my stomach that made me wince.

“Are you feeling okay Littlepip?” Scootaloo asks.

“Just a cramp,” I answered.

“Really now?” Scootaloo raises an eye brow, “As you may know what’s above us goes by different names. God, Bible, Akashic Codex, Nirvana Core is my favorite. But what it is? It’s knowledge, The place where dreams come from. Even the dreams of supreme sleep.”

“You’re saying that thing up there is like the source for heaven.”

“And Hell,” Scootaloo nods her head, “Dreams can be so real that you can’t tell the difference between the dream and real. Heck how do you know that real is real?”

Why is she monologuing?

“You set some rules, Like needing to eat and drink and of course the need to fornicate and a little death who would know the difference?” Scootaloo adds.

“You’re saying you made Silent Ponyville somehow,” I point out, “But how is this possible?”

The cramping in my gut continued but it wasn’t as bad as it was.

“To start out we Equestrians may have been peaceful war free society. Other races were not,” Scootaloo explains, “Zebra are a good example. Not to say the truth of Hearts Warming Eve didn’t have a little blood spilt. But there are parts of the Zebra Empire that had it bad. I never truly understood rape until I came across a decimated village in the tribal lands. Those bastards would remove their victim’s udders as trophies.”

“War never changes,” I remarked sadly.

Scootaloo reins in her emotions. “But I’m getting a head of myself before the founding of my Red Racer company I wanted to be a Wonderbolt like Rainbow Dash. Equestria received its first arms from the Griffon Kingdoms. We gave some to the Zebras that supported us. I was part of the envoy that gave them the guns. When the guns got into the wrong hooves I quit.”

I winced again, My stomach starting to feel bloated and it was grabbling.

“Strange bullets are a lot like butterflies,” Scootaloo went on looking at her cutie mark. “You know what they say about the wings of a butterfly and the chaos effect. Bullets are much the same. Although in my mind the butterfly represents the unforeseeable consequences, well bullets represents the foreseeable ones. And yes I know how awesome it is that I have a chaos cutie mark. But I have to admit I was disappointed at first. I screamed, “I didn’t want to be like Fluttershy,”.” Scootaloo laughs.

Foooot!

I blushed red,

“Did you just…” Scootaloo starts to say.

“Sorry, I told you I was having stomach problems,” I interrupted as I tried my best to clinch my sphincter.

Scootaloo waves the offending order way with her hoof. “Anyway I couldn’t take it anymore and had myself issued a discharge. I wanted to do something good. I founded Red Racer for the children. But my nightmares persisted. I heard stories of an experiment by Twilight Sparkle that cure those of their nightmares. This was before the ministries were founded so I could just find the spell by sneaking into the Ponyville Library’s back room. I had Sweetie Bell cast the spell. The place I found myself, the files said it was called Silent Ponyville. Luna herself had to go and save me.”

“Cute,” I teased.

“Little Horn happened,” Scootaloo said coldly. “Celestia in her goddess damned wisdom put Luna in charge of our country. It was the Zebra hatred of her why Little Horn happened. But those bitches had their pride and perceptions to worry about. Fearing the people removing her from power Luna starts a smear campaign against the Zebra. All the time hiding the fact the war wouldn’t end because of her taking power.”

Puk! Foot!

“Oh no,” I cried.

Scooteloo made a deadpan face, “If you need to use the restroom you can.”

I franticly look around at the flat and limited landscape. “Where do I poo! Where do I poo!”

“Run out that way!” Scootaloo points.

I took off running with each movement of my thigh muscles a loud “Fooot” popped out. I soon found myself shitting as I ran. After stopping to finish I swiped all the loose bits away with a wag of my tail. My body was feeling heavier than normal and my leg was cramping up.

“Are you finished?” Scootaloo asks as she lands near me.

I felt and looked sick. Scootaloo cringes at my pale face.

“One day I got a hold of some Zebra research recovered from a black op,” The mare continued, “It was about the afterlife and dream worlds. The text showed me how to manipulate it and even share dreams along with other possibilities that allowed be to do what King Sombra did to the Crystal Empire”

Suddenly I barfed on the orange mare’s front hooves.

“You poisoned me you bitch,” I shouted wiping the vile from my mouth.

“You’re not poisoned I assure you,” Scootaloo said smugly.

I let loose a yell as my ribs crack. “It feels like something is growing in side me!” I screamed.

“And god told Neighbraham your wife who is barren shall bare you a son.” Scootaloo quotes.

“I’m pregnant? How?” I said in shock.

“How is irrelevant,” Scootaloo told me, “There’s been hints that this might be an outcome. Why is the better question.”

“Why? You mean why me?” I groaned in pain.

“Yes, your here at this spot partly due to luck and partly due to breeding,” Scootaloo looks up at the Bible, “It’s reacting to your presence.”

“That thing chose this to happen to me?” I snapped.

“Some can connect to the Nirvana Core better than others. The best are those who are gods or have gods blood in them,” Scootaloo answered.

“I-I’m related to Luna?” I said in shock, “That makes my actions over the last few days a little more disgusting.”

“Being an immortal goddess she left offspring in the care of others,” Scootaloo replied. “People she trust, like Sweetie Bell or Applejack. So of course it would have gone into the Stable.”

“Why am I pregnant!” I growled.

“You know what it takes to make a god? A new god?” Scootaloo remarks, “I tried so many experiments. Tried to get the right combo. I even ripped Luna's soul apart. Then the reincarnation of her soul mate appears. Only that but one of their blood. To somehow combine her with a piece of Luna’s existing soul. That new life has to come somehow?”

“Ahhhh!” I scream as my body contracts. With a push light emits from my rear. In moments an Alicorn of light my size blossom from me.

Scootaloo stabs the Alicorn with her sword. The blade goes through the being sticking out her chest.

“NO!”
_
To be continued
12.2: Bad Ending
12.3: Good Ending
12.4: Never Ending

> Chapter 12.2: In Bullets and Butterflies-Bad Ending
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

   Energy flows from the Alicorn’s body through the sword and into Scootaloo. The mare starts to glow as the Alicorn disappears.

“What did you do!” I shouted as I kicked the mare away.

Scootaloo's glow turns to black. She takes a slow breath and closes her eyes. Blue soccer ball orbs appeared around me. The ground turns into blood colored grating and the balls turn red.

“Don’t ignore me bitch!” I struggle to get to my feet.

“Punishing the evil and sinful left stuck in the world of Equestria,” The Demigod answers.

Space its self quakes and my head stumbles into one of the orbs. I could see rifts opening all across Equestria. Ponies from Fillydelphia to Manehattan to Junction Town scream in horror as monsters kill every buck, mare and child they meet.

I pull my head out of the orb.

“You’re killing everyone!” I screamed.

“Death has no meaning but the old world needs it’s ragnarok and living to be punished before the paradise to be born,” Scootaloo raves.

“But can’t you just make your own world?” I cried.

“The world I created has its limits and borders, no matter the heaven and hell there are limits. The world we came from has no limits and is the hardest to manipulate. Hence the god mode,” Scootaloo smirks.

“I’ll stop you!” I start to summon my magic. Scoolaloo teleports from her location and reappears in front of me. She taps my forehead with her hoof.

“Let me show you my power,” Scootaloo announces in a monotone voice. “I cannot just change the present but the past.”

Image of a herd of Pipbuck monsters grazing on the Equestrian plain appear before me. They looked different then the monsters I was used too. But the basic idea of the monsters were the same.

Farmers fired on them and hacked at the creatures with melee weapons to keep them from eating thier crops. A mare fighting the monsters off accidently lets one flank her. It instantly mounts her penetrating the mare. The things fluids squirts inside of her.

Blam!

A farmer buck shoots the creature off the mare.

“Are you okay?” He takes the mare into his arms. The mare’s pupils were deep and wide. She spazed out in the bucks hooves.

“Watch out! Those things are poisonous!” The farmer shouts.

My view changed to a mare running franticly down the Manehattan streets at night. Glowing eyes chased after her. She trips as the black shadows of ghostly foals move upon her.

“Milk! Mommy!”

A mouth grabs her hindleg pulling it back. She falls exposing her belly. Blood runs down her leg from the teeth gripping her flesh. Other ghostly foals bite into her undercarriage. The mare screams as she dies.

Finally I saw a small band of four ponies taking a defensive circle flank to flank. A large serpent made of wasteland dust circled around them waiting for an attack.

“What the heck is this thing?” A pony buck remarks as he tries to aim at the serpent with his gun.

“I think it’s a creature summoned from some kind of Zebra talisman mine,” A mare told them, “Very rare, I think they are only killed if you destroy the talisman that summons them.”

“Let me guess they tend to be buried that’s why they are call mines?” A buck moans.

Suddenly two of them scream as sand snakes pop out from the ground and wrap around their feet. They start to be pulled under the soil and sand. The ponies nay and whinny as they fight the force pulling on them.

“No More!” I cried pushing Scootaloo’s hoof away.

“I can even insert new ponies in the past,” Scootaloo remarks with another touch of a hoof.

New memories popped in my head. Ones not of a filly growing up without a father and with a drunken mother. My mother was still a drunker in the new memories but not to the extent she was. My father was an orange pony with an ashen mane. They were happy memories of him that filled my heart.

“Odd, I think that was the original reality,” Scootaloo smirks. “Better change it back.”

“No!” Tears flows as the memories disappear from my mind a life lost.

“Enough fun with you,” Scootaloo waves her hooves and I become one with the dust of the universe. Then my energy flowed into the mare’s body.

>

Homage, Velvet Remedy and Calamity runs down the hallway. The world was quaking, reality it’s self was quaking.

“Celestria! What’s going on!” Velvet Remedy shouts to the computer as she ran.

“I don’t know, suddenly Littlepip started emitting strange energy,” Celestria pauses, “I thinks she’s doing this with the Bible's help.”

“Bible?” Homage questions, “There is this other world we gods can access, Littlepip is there, The Bible is something that shouldn’t be touched by normal ponies. This is why.”

“We sure picked a great time to arrived,” Calamity remarks.

As the three ponies ran the hallway changed to a horror. Rusty metal grating with sheets of wet leather replaced the walls.

“Celestria are you still there?” Velvet Remedy asked concerned. “Celestria!”

“Whoa!” Calamity shouts.

All ponies stopped that the edge of a pit. Below monsters wondered around aimlessly.

“Where are we?” The buck asks out of fear.

“We are not in Equestria anymore I’m afraid,” Homage answers.
> Chapter 12.3: In Bullets and Butterflies-Good Ending
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

   Scootaloo stabs the Alicorn with her sword. The blade goes through the being sticking out her chest.

“NO!”

I grabbed the Alicorn unknowingly allowing the end of the blade to stab my body. There was a sharp pain as my flesh was pierced, then I could fill the Alicorn's energy enter into my body. I began to glow as the Alicorn disappeared.

“No, no, no!” Scootaloo cries.

I float up into the air from my powers. “I understand everything now, I can change everything, I know how to make every pony live, I can even make write the world to make every pony of Silent Ponyville fit into the Equestrain Wasteland.

“No this was my power, My world-“ Scootaloo was cut off by a bright flash of light.

>

A Raider kicks a young foal. The child screams with each strike. Suddenly a gunshot kills the wild pony.

The foal looks up to see a pegasus buck with a hemp leaf cutie mark.

“No need to fear little one,” The foal could swear he could see a green glow in the buck's eyes. A smooth feeling goes over the youngling’s body.

>

Dr.Pip sat in a cell in Arbu Prison. She looks up at the moon through her cell window. A smile was on her face as she plays with shadow magic in her hooves.

Sunset View wearing a guard uniform slides a piece of paper under the door. The unicorn takes it with her magic and unfolds the letter.

>

Mason fires a revolver hitting a mutie wasteland rabbit. They are going to have dinner tonight. A settler's wagon was behind him.

“Dad, we don’t need to eat meat! We bought plenty of veggies from the peddler with the music player,” A creamy yellow orange unicorn mare with a blond mane that starts to turn blue at the roots pops her head out of the wagon.

“Come on Hope Feathers I like meat,” Cherry Emerald complains.

“Still,” Hope Feathers sighs.

“Girls,” Praised Gal a light blue earth pony with a dark green mane speaks up.

>

Littlepip strokes the small filly version of her self’s mane. The foal was connected to the SPP pod.

“Should we keep her hooked up to that thing?” Homage asks Littlepip, “She’s only a child.”

“It’s okay,” A squeaky filly’s voice answers through the speaker, “I want this.”

“I have to admit she sounds adorable,” Homage praised.

Littlepip blushes, “She’s the part of be that sacrificed herself to the control pod. I feel like something is missing in me. That is the part of me that would want me to take her place.”

“Without that part you don’t have the will to take up the task,” Homage sighs. She adjusted my head with her hoof to look into my eyes. “You’re not going to turn into a psychopath on me are you?”

“I don’t know,” Littlepip thinks, “The world is different now. I suppose I could refind myself. How do you felling about having a foal?”

“Me or you?” Homage returns with a funny look.

“Both?” Littlepip answers unsurely.

“Well Life Bloom is getting married,” Homage plays with the thought, “I know he talked about children.” She blushes and looks at Littlepip, “Unless you want to go first? I can’t see you breeding with a stranger. You’re not that close to may bucks-“

Homage gives Littlepip a catty look.

“What?” Littlepip shouts blushing.

“Calamity,” Homage smirks.

“What about Calamity?” The buck’s wife appeared out of nowhere scaring the two fillies.
> Chapter 12.4: In Bullets and Butterflies-Never Ending
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

   Scootaloo stabs the Alicorn with her sword. The blade goes through the being sticking out her chest.

“NO!”

Energy flows from the Alicorn’s body through the sword and into Scootaloo. The mare starts to glow as the Alicorn disappears.

“Scootaloo stop!” A yellow blur tackles Scooaloo and she drops the sword.

The sword on the ground shines with the last of the magic energy. Dr. Pip walks out from behind me and picks up the blade.

“I’ll be taking this,” The demon pony remarks, “But I’ll give you something in return.”

The good doctor puts a shotgun and ammo on the ground.

“No you don’t,” I charged at my twisted version. She disappears in black smoke.

“Do you know what you have done!” Scootaloo shouts.

“I couldn’t let you do this,” Apple Bloom cries.

Scootaloo raised an eye brow, “How did you get up here?”

“Pony in the blue box,” Apple Bloom points at a police box behind her, “But he said he has to stay away from the floating God thing over head so he’s not getting out.”

Suddenly Scootaloo clenches her chest and collapses to the ground.

“Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom rushes for the downed pony.

I walked up to the twitching Scootaloo with a shotgun in my mouth.

“No! Don’t!” Apple Bloom begs.

“She needs to die,” I snapped.

“She’s my friend,” Apple Bloom says with tears.

“Apple Bloom,” I kneel to talk to the mare, “She did so many things. I’m not even sure killing her would stop her. But sometimes ponies just need to die.”

“I can’t let you,” Apple Bloom grabs Scootaloo.

“Trust me by my honor of an Apple this needs to be done,” I told the yellow filly.

“You’re an Apple?” Apple Bloom looked at me wide eyed.

“By word and blood,” I cocked my gun.

Apple Bloom sighs and moves out of the way for me.

“Useless bitch!” Scootaloo shouts as the end of a whip like tail many meters long pierce the yellow mare through the heart and out her back. Scootaloo removes the tail and blood sprits from the holes in Apple Bloom as her heart makes one last beat. “Welcome to the next death world.”

I open fire on the creature. Scootaloo dodges as her body and bones crack from mutation. The orange mare lands on her hind feet sliding across the asphalt leaving her standing up right. One of her forelegs had turned into ravageous three digit claws. Fleshly plate spikes went up her arms. As I watched this growth spread to her chest and face.

The buck shot of my second shell hits the mare in the chest. Other then the marred flesh it didn’t seem to have much of an affect. Scootaloo lets out a roar. I found myself dodging lighting strikes as I fired upon the Scootamonster.

“It’s useless,” Scootaloo laughs, “Even without all the power adsorbed into my body I’m still much too strong to be killed by bullets.”

“I can hope you choke on them,” I snapped as I used my magic to reload my gun.

I was struck in the hindleg by a lighting strike. It hurt, Not as much as I thought it would. Then again I didn’t think this stuff was as strong as real lighting. I looked at my blacken hoof.

Another lightning bolt came at me. I rolled out of the way. Quickly getting to my feet, I made some distance. The further I got, I noticed the aim of Scootaloo got worst and she stopped trying to hit me.

“I can’t believe you killed your friend Apple Bloom!” I snapped. “She was a good soul.”

Wait, good soul?-

“Ah, Don’t make me laugh you convinced her to let you kill me,” Scootaloo egoed interrupting my thought. “Besides, I can resurrect her once I get the full powers of a god, after all almost all souls are destined to return to the earthly realm.”

Hoping against hope, I ran for Apple Bloom’s body as fast as I could with a burned hoof. I slid across the asphalt like a baseball player, the skin of my flank getting ripped up. I fired a shotgun blast into the neck of the corpse of Apple Bloom. 

“You bitch how dare you do that to Apple Bloom!” Scootaloo raged.

I smirked raising a bloody chunk with my magic. “Ah, So you do have feelings for her. Good because Apple Bloom sends you her love.” 

I floated the bloody mass in front of me and shot it. The goo splatters over Scootaloo.

“What was that,” The monster snaps.

“You’ll see,” I smiled.

Suddenly spots fizzle on Scootaloo’s chest.

“Wait? What’s this?” Scootaloo asks confused.

“Aglaophotis, A bezoar created by a good soul,” I answered, “It has the power to make miracles happen.

Blam!

Blam!

Blam!

Blam!

Blam!

Blam!

I emptied my shotgun in Scootaloo’s chest. She drops to the ground and curls into a ball. All of her monsters mutations disappeared from her body. I rolled Scootaloo over and saw she was undamaged. The mare made sounds to show she was still alive. My shotgun clicks telling me it was empty.

Sighing from disappointment, I thought about killing the filly by other means. But I didn’t have the heart for it.

A black orb rolls away from Scootaloo. Glowing green eyes appeared on the orb and it starts smoking black. The thing starts laughing.

I summon my keyblade to break the laughing orb.

“Sombra! You said it would work!” Scootaloo yells at the orb, “Do you know all the sacrifices I made.”

“The sacrifices you made were very little compared to what you made others go through,” Sombra answers.

“The most devastating pony I ran into is one who is corrupted sacrifice,” I remarked under my breath.

“Ah ah ah,” Sombra laughs. The black crystals shoot up from the asphalt. They take the form of a big black stallion.

My keyblade reacts to the creature’s presence. It floats away from me and shoots up into the air. It hit what Scootaloo called the Nirvana Core. The core explodes bathing us all in light.

I found myself in a parking lot overlooking a wooded valley covered in fog. 

A few feet away from me was a restroom building.

“Littlepip is that you?” I heard Mr. Black’s voice through a Spritebot speaker. I turn around to see the machine.

“You disappeared for a few days,” The buck says to me, “Since Pinkie died the Spritebots stopped playing the Sexcaster frequency. I can have one of these fallow you now. Celestria told me that your friends finally arrived at the control center. If you want to talk to them.”

“Can I wash up first?” I asked.

“Tell me when ready,” Mr. Black answered.

I walked up to the rest room station. Words were written on the male and female doors in what looked to be blood.

Male’s door, “Animus,”.

Female’s door, “Anima,”.

The male door was closer so I stepped into it.

To my surprise I see a blue pegasus buck with a olive green mane looking at himself in the mirror. His cutie mark was a cloud with the sun peering through.