Fallout: Equestria- Arcane Division

The mare screams as the Raider stallion penetrates her. He didn’t care witch hole as long as his dick got relief.

“Max? Do you want a go at her!” The Raider smiled at his partner.

The slate blue earth pony with a madded black mane turns away from the window. The buck had a long deep scar across the left side of his muzzle ending at a gash under his eye. A blue rain drop streak in his mane was over his right side. The same blue spot was in a little itty bit of his tale.

He was listening to the radio broadcast.

“The Stable Dweller did it again, She saved Blackwing’s Talons-”

The radio shuts off as the lights flicker.

"Not again someone needs to fix that fucking thing!" The raping Raider snaps.
Max picks up a chipped wood bat off the floor. The thing was permanently stained red with old blood. The buck lifts it and swings.

Thwack!”

Years Later,

A band of Raiders were being lead chain gang into a transportation wagon. The thing was what used to be called a school bus but now was repaired for other uses.

One of the ponies watching the prisoners was a Steel Ranger. Apples were on the armor’s flank and a six pointed star was welded on the chest. He spots Max in the chain gang of ponies.

“You stop,” The Ranger orders then takes a cheerful tone, “Maximum Drive never thought I’d see you again. So you went Raider I see.”

“Are you happy Thunderdome,” Max said in a flat tone.

Thunderdome looks the buck up and down. His silver badge cutie mark was covered heavily in dirt and a metal brace was now on one of his hind legs. Plus the scar was new too.

“What happened to you?” Thunderdome said with disgust.

Max looked away and stepped onto the bus. He finds a seat in front of a mud green Raider with an orange moa-hawk.

“The names Road Warrior,” He says into Max’s ear, “I remember you, you’re the one that betrayed us. He smirked, “Should have known better then to trust a pony with a police badge cutie mark. Where had you been hiding all these years?”

Max didn’t react to the buck. The bus starts moving and he kept on talking. Thunderdome was at the front of the bus, guns at the ready.

“It seems like you betrayed the Rangers too. You really don’t belong anywhere do you?”

Max looks out his window. The desert was starting to grow grass again. More than enough to sustain a herd of ponies.

“I heard that they are holding us at Arbu Prison before they choose who gets executed. But some transports never make it. Most say it's bandits, but I spoke to a survivor before I gutted him and he said there’s something out there. A force called the Silence. He said it was something like the Goddess.”

Max found himself falling asleep. In his dream he was reliving a memory of the past. A small mare was in his sniper scope. There was some kind of glowing green object for her cutie mark that made the gal easy to spot.

The buck was awaken with a jolt. In front of him water rushed into the bus. The next thing he noticed the bus was empty.

Max scrambles up to the emergency exit. It was welded shut. The pony turns around and after three kicks he bucks it open.

He splashed into the water. It was deep enough to break his fall but shallow enough to stand in.

After reaching shore the blue pony sakes off like a dog. Closest thing to a bath he had in months.

What he recognized as Thunderdome’s armor littered the lake’s beach. If he had to guess the armor clad pony had to dive in the water too. The armor being heavy, the pony had to discharge it.

Max takes slow breaths of the air. It was moist to his lungs. Not shocking to him since the area was covered in a fog.

The buck’s ears twitch for a sound. At first he heard nothing just a deep silence. Then from the fog came an electronic static.

He fallows the sound up the path. It leads him to the skeleton of a rotted pony wedged between some rocks. The green flickering light of a Pipbuck was on the skeleton’s foreleg.

Max touched the device and the pony’s limb fell apart. Scratched deeply in the screen the word “Justice”. Examining the body revealed a Pipbuck key.

Max inserts the key into the Pipbuck. The device unlocks but he felt the key snap inside the lock. The buck was sure once he puts the Pipbuck on it would never come off again. Knowing how powerful the machine was, it was a small price to pay.

The device clicks onto Max’s forehoof. It took a moment for the machine's settings to configure it’s self to the buck’s body.

A red light pops up behind him. The buck spins around swinging his newly required Pipbuck as a weapon.

He smacks the vile undead creature across the skull. As the thing was stunned, Max whacks it again and again with his Pipbuck until the thing hit the ground. The beast twitched around in the dirt. Max stomps its head finishing the thing off.

A smell of smoke was on the air. It was mixing with the fog. Sensing something wrong Max runs up the path.

He heard the screams first. It brought him memories, like bad dreams. Memories of his silver coated wife and his rusty young buck of a son.

An image of fire was before him. Max could feel the fire like dragon’s breath.

Road Warrior was laughing at the blaze. “Burn baby burn!”

Screams could be heard coming from inside the building. They cause the memories of the burned bodies of Max’s family to crawl into his mind.

The blue buck runs into the burning building.

“What you’re doing man,” Road Warrior shouts.

Max finds a badly burned body. He rolls the pony on a blanket and drags it out to the front yard.

As Max takes a breath to recover, the memories took over.

“Mr. Soulbuck,” A doctor speaks to him, “Your son died from his injuries. At this point we are not sure your wife is going to make it.”

Road Warrior's hoof goes down in the burnt pony’s skull. “What’s the point of setting them on fire if you are going to save them.”

“No!” Max slams the buck into a tree.

“You know make you used to be fun,” Road Warrior smirks.

“You know me?” Max snaps.

“What changed that day?” Road Warrior asks.

Thwack!

Max’s memories went back in time. He had struck the buck so hard with the bat that the top of his skull blew off.

The mare the Raider was raping kicks away and franticly runs off. She was so bowlegged that she kept loosing traction falling on her way out the door.

Max found himself back in the now. He headbutts Road Warrior knocking the buck out.

When Road Warrior awakes he found his hind hoof chained to a tree. Max was pouring gasoline onto the buck.

“What are you doing man!” Road Warrior shouts.

Max replied by tossing him a hack saw. “I’d suggest you start cutting. It be faster to cut through your leg.”

Max bucks the tub of gasoline over and walks away. The liquid quickly flows downhill. Road Warrior screams and starts sawing at the chain. The saw breaks as the gasoline hits the flaming house.

Whoosh!

Fire shoots up hill.

Max found himself wondering the streets of a town. It looked familiar. Like Ponyville but like how it would look before the Raiders violated it. Only it was silent sterile and covered in fog.

In the fog Max thought he saw the silver flank of his wife.

“B!” He shouts running to the mare.

The buck chased her into an abandon building. His head whooshed as he suddenly found himself in a blood covered hell worst then he ever seen.

Dead ponies raise up from the blood, dozens of them. They triggered a memory.

Max strips the weapons off his Raider companion that he almost be headed. He finds a nice little shank.

The blue Raider buck makes his way to the room where a bunch of his Raider companions slept.

Max started with a mare. She smelt like filth and fornication. He thought of all the ponies he had helped them rape and kill as he silently stick the shiv into each one of their necks.

The last one didn't go quietly. The two bucks struggled. Max had to push down on his throat until the Raider stopped moving.

Back in the now. Max stumbles outside the building. More zombies of ponies he killed was waiting for him. Too many to fight off without a weapon.

In a panic the former Raider runs. Up ahead he sees the water tower. More memories flood him. This time of the pony with the green cutie mark in his scopes.

Max starts climbing the ladder. The whole time he climbed the game of cat and mouse he played with the green cutie marked mare went through his head.

Once he reached the top, To his surprised the green cutie mark mare was waiting for him. Her eyes glowed in the darkness. They glowed back then too. A detail Max was sure he added in his head after the fact.

It was just before he got the scar on his muzzle and his wounded leg. Max was searching the mare through his scope. Suddenly a bright green glow blinds him from his left side.

The mare with her horn emitting magic energy, she rams him down the side of his face. The horn gashed down his muzzle permanently scarring it with a magical wound.

The last thing the buck saw before he went over was the mare’s eyes. He crashed to the ground and hurt the knee cap in his back leg. It didn’t heal right after that.

Later he would hear about the mare's exploits over the radio. Something about those stories changed his heart. Gave him hope and would later come down to his decision to murder his Raider companions.

Now the mare stood in front of him once more only it wasn’t the mare. He didn’t know when but she turned into a copy of Max himself this one unscarred.

“Do you know who I am?” The copy Max asks.

“Yes,” Max answers, “The one who was not brought to justice.”

“That’s what you call it?” Copy Max replied, “Your virtue, your excuse to murder.”

“After I killed all of them I tried to eat my gun,” Max said sternly, “Being the last of the filth to retribution. But I didn’t have the strength to pull the trigger.”

“Well I’m here now!” The copy Max shouts, “Punish me!”

Max tackles his copy sending them both over the railing of the water tower.

Suddenly it was day light as they crashed into a pile of sticks. Max in the struggle stands up to find that he is alone.

“Max?”

Max turns to see his silver coat wife in a state of udder confusion.

“B?” Max spoke out.

“Don’t call me that!” The mare cries.

“Thunderdome,” Max gave the mare a hard look.

“Stay away!” The mare Thunderdome backs away.

“That’s all you got to say to me!” Max snaps, “I saved your hide. I hid that you tried to kill yourself and killed our son!”

“I killed our son?” Thunderdome said in shock, “Are you that delusional that that's the lie you told yourself?”

“Lie?” Max questioned.

“I divorced you,” Thunderdome snaps, “You hit us both me and your son. When we moved to a different battalion barracks you found us and burned our house down!”

Tears flowed from Thunderdome’s eyes.

“No that’s not true!” Max shouted.

“You always been violent," Thunderdome snaps. "Why did you think you joined Raiders.”

“But this can’t be,” Max cries, “I’ve been better than that.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” Thunderdome spat.

Max holds his head, “Ever since that mare, that fall, I have been trying to do better! I killed them all. All the Raiders because of…”

“Fall?” Thunderdome’s ears perk up. “What fall?”

“The fall that mangled my leg,” Max explains.

“You didn’t hit your head did you?” Thunderdome asks.

“I remember a concussion?” Max answers.

“You son of a bitch you forgot,” Thunderdome snaps, “Heck, you and I seen brain injuries on the battlefield. You could be a whole new buck.”

“The me that hit you, the me that burned our son alive, the me that became a Raider, Raping the murdering the innocent is basically dead?” Max said in shock.

“You are still a violent buck,” Thunderdome answers, “You killed all those Raiders well they slept.”

Max takes a moment to contemplate.

“I’m no more violent than anyone else,” He finally answered, “I seen with my own eyes an innocent stable mare turn into one of the most violent ponies on the wasteland. She did no worst then I. Thunderdome, Thank you for releasing me from my past.”

“Thank you?” The mare gave a confused look. Suddenly she gasps and holds her chest. The pony coughs up water.

“I see now,” Max gives the mare a sad look.

“See what? What’s happening to me,” Thunderdome gasps for air.

“Let it go dear,” Max told the pony. “You’re dead.”

“No! No! No!” Thunderdome screams.

Tears roll down her face as the mare collapses to the ground. Slowly she stops moving.

Max finds himself clinching Steel Ranger armor. The helmet had been removed to reveal a face of a silver coat mare. Max’s tears fall on her muzzle.

There was a click of a cocking revolver. It was one of two guns. Both colts of same make with a custom yellow bee decal in the hilts.

At the end of the colts was a female Griffon. Behind her stood a lavender unicorn with a dark blue mane. The unicorn looked a little strange in her anatomy like she wasn’t normal.

“Freeze!” The Griffon shouts

“Who the heck are you?” Max snaps.

“Melissa Featherborn agent of the New Cantolot Republic,” The Griffon answers.

The unicorn horn glows pink “I sense the anomaly we were fallowing has disappeared.” She then looks at Max. “You have residue on you.”

Melissa spots the Pipbuck on Max’s forehoof. She gets excited. “Well that's rare.”

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“Ponies of the former wasteland, Let me tell you a story, it’s about forgiveness not just for others but of one’s own past. I’m sure you all know that Arbu Prison is where we keep a lot of the captured Raiders. There's so many that they started executing them just to make room. Some of you might say a Raider is beyond forgiveness. But I’ve heard stories of those who have been pulled from the brink of the old world to rise and become something more in this new world. Something better, before you pass judgment ask your self are you a different pony now then back then? Is there hope? A new beginning for us old sinners? DJ-Pon3 Homage signing out.”