Fallout Equestria: Dead on Arrival

I hadn't gotten half-way through this cursed town when yet another a pony, this time a lime-green stallion.

"Hold it right there cowboy!" It sounded like the guy was from Sicily or some Italian country in that area. So I turn around and see him this Slyvester Stalone type of  guy (get it?) is holding a hunting rifle point blank with magic, now I had already put the Dragonov in the case and if I reached for it he would kill me. So, what did High Noon and the Marines taught me what to do, absolutely nothing! If anything taught me about being held up, it was from a Junior high school health book: When being held up give up everything on you even your clothes if necessary if the guy is black because he's armed, if the guy is white kick him in the balls and run away. (I was raised in a town where if a guy was white and he did a bad thing, he was thought to be from a different county, and all black's were drug-using gangsters, I was the only one to be kicked out of my town for life.) Nothing about an Italian stallion (still don't get it?) that was green and wanted my shit! So I played it by ear.

"What?" I asked

"Word has it that you throw quite a few bullets around!"

"So?"

"I want to see the gun!"

"Why should I show you?"

"Because, I'll blow you away!"

"What's your name son?"

"None of your business!"

"Hmmm. Weird name, but with all the BS I've seen I'll take it." I grabbed the case off my back, opened it slowly then handed Sasha to him he looked at it bit then handed it back for some reason.

"Hmm nice gun... Now hoof it over!" He ordered, but I did the smartest thing I've ever done.

"Hoof it over? You want me to hoof it over? Umm, least time I checked I don't have hoofs, I have hands!"

"Hands? What the fuck are hands?!?! Just hoof it over!"

"Like I said before I have hands! Not hoofs!" Inside I was laughing my head off, this guy was dumber than a bag of rocks!

"Enough with the funny business! Give me the gun!" Well, time to put on my funderwear!

"Or what?" I asked.

"Or I'll kill you!"

"Umm hello! I've a gun that fires 15 FMJ rounds, with a scope for long range and a sight for close range, and I have it out in my hands."

"You mean hooves?"

"No I mean hands! I have hands! You have hooves!"

"Shut up! Fine, hand it over!"

"Don't you mean hoof it over?"

"Yes. I mean no! No I mean yes! Hey! What are you laughing at?!?!"

You! You are so sad! You don't even know how close to heaven you are!"

"Wait. What?" Mr. None of your business looked awfully confused.

"Figures you handed my gun back to me when you asked to see it!" I explained.

He was still trying to put two and two when their was a scream. "Ahhhh!" It sounded female.

"Shut up bitch!" Screamed a second voice.

"You hear that?" I asked Mr. Stallone.

"It was probably an animal" he said nervously.

"That was no animal..." I said and with that I ran towards the scream.

A few seconds later I stumbled upon a camp, quickly I took cover behind a tree, quick scan of the place showed several other horses some with weapons mounted on a saddle, some with weapons nearby them. But the sight that made me determine that they were hostile was a little filly unicorn, bound and gagged. Beaten bloody by the looks of it. Despite the overwhelming number of horses this was a piece of cake, though true there were to many to take all at once, stealth could easily tip this into my favor. My first move, wait for one to move away from the camp, I waited for a minute or two before one moved away. While sneaking up to the mare that left camp early the filly saw me and started to move around, I put my finger up to my lips to tell her to keep it quite, she nodded. I snuck up using the shadows and other tents as cover, when she was an arm's length away I grabbed her and snapped her neck, quickly I searched her body and found a knife. Weapons that don't use gunfire are always useful with stealth and sometimes during an assault since they don't need bullets.

"Perfect..." I muttered.

Next guy went down slightly easier, I placed the knife in his chest covered his mouth while going "shhhhh."

The next few were dispatched with haste leaving two left. I was about to pop out when Mr. Stallone or would that be Schawartznager, because I was rolling on the Itallion Stallion X-rated movie thing. I notice his ass tattoo is a cage, all of the other ponies in this camp had similar tattoo's. Now my rage knows no limit, I come out of cover throw my knife at the mare to the left embedding it in her skull. Her companion gets up, but he's to late, with my robot arm I lunge at him and break his jaw off. Now I turn to Mr. Terminator I grab a pistol and shot him twice in the leg, he cries in pain but that is all mute to me.

"Now you listen and listen good, if I ever see you again I WILL kill you! Do you understand?" He nodded, "good, now run, you got twenty seconds."

And there he went hobbling as fast as his three legs could carry him. I then turned my attention to the filly, I cut the gag and the rope bounding her hooves, she embraces me warmly I was taken by surprise by the hug, but after a second I wrap my arms around her, I wanted to say 'it's okay, no one will hurt you any more,' but I don't it gets caught up in my throat.