Fallout: Equestria- Arcane Division

The colt screams in horror as the ax comes down on his mother. Her neck and shoulder separates with a loud crack.

There was a gun shot, then another and another. Each shot made a raider’s blood splatter with every hit. Soon they were all dead leaving the blood covered foal screaming.

A pony walks through the death. The pony had a devilish smile on his lips and the cutie mark of a silver hemp leaf.

The foal looks up at the pony. At first he was afraid but something in the buck’s eyes calmed the foal down. In his fear the foal felt love.

Megan could smell the scent of corps in the air as she walked up to the farming outpost. Spiky leafed plants with a silvery sheen were growing around her.

A stray foal wonders out of the field. The pink and yellow thing turns and smiles at the woman.

“Hello mister,” The foal beamed.

Megan smiles back at the filly. She kneels down to the foal and pats the small thing on the head. “I’m a girl dearie.”

An adult mare walks out of the field. She quickly pulls the child away from the large creature.

“Sweetie go back to work in the field,” The orange and green mare with the yellow eyes told the filly. She was a unicorn with a pink bottle cutie mark. The mare was small, kind of made Megan think of Littlepip.

“Nice outpost you have here, what are you growing?” Megan asks.

“Hemp, And you are?” The pony replied.

“Megan Williams,” The woman answered.

“Vase Djinn,” The unicorn replied.

“Interesting name even for a pony,” Megan remarks.

“Yours is okay for a not pony,” Vase Djinn said dryly.

“I’m a merc from the mid countries,” Megan answers.

“Mid countries,” Vase Djinn took a moment to think, “Oh, the land of the biped races.”

“I heard stories of the light bringer in this area,” Megan points out. “I was hoping that if she is needed here then a good hired gun is needed as well.”

“She does protect the outposts and towns in this area,” Vase Djinn answered.

Megan raised an eye brow. “Really?” She replies with a smirk. “I have also heard she turned herself into a goddess that controls the weather.”

“Maybe both stories are true,” Vase Djinn shrugs, “It’s been explained to me by travelers. But I ‘am a simple pony and never understood what they are talking about. As for needing a hired gun our boss, Prophet Bless is the gun around here. He acts as the county’s law pony.”

“Can I see this Prophet Bless?” Megan asks.

“He’s staying at the blue house,” Vase Djinn points out. “I’ll show you.”

Vase Djinn takes Megan down the road and across the field. Megan looks out at the crop. She noticed mostly children and some mares were working the field. She saw this before. Bucks tend to die in the wasteland before mares. Mares before children. She’ll have to make sure that the mares aren’t being taken advantage of by their ‘boss’.

Vase Djinn knocks on the blue house’s door.

“Who is it?” A buck’s voice answers.

“Vase Djinn,” The orange unicorn calls back, “I have a guest.”

Prophet Bless didn’t react to the biped walking into the room. Megan on the other hand was surprised to see a pegasus in charge.

“You’re wondering how long I’ve been in charge of this farm?” Prophet Bless smiles.

“This nation has been united for a while but a pegasus in charge of a place like this is still odd?” Megan shakes her head. “But it’s none of my business.”

Megan extends her hand. “I’m Megan Williams.”

Prophet Bless replied with his hoof and she shook it. “Looking for a merc job and I was told you’d be the one to talk about that.”

Prophet Bless eyes the creature up and down. “You look scrawny for your size.”

“I’m quick and deadly,” Megan smirks.

“Well you’d maybe worth checking out,” Prophet Bless nods his head. “How do you feel about doing farm work?”

“Farm work?” Megan asks.

“My dear, it maybe a deadly world, but we can’t spend all our time killing?” The pony answers.

“Yes, I understand, I’m willing to do manual labor if it means using my skills later on,” Megan told the pony.
“I make my rounds around the county next week you will travel with me,” Prophet Bless orders.

“Yes sir,” Megan bows.

“I trust you can make arrangements at the inn,” Vase Djinn told Megan.

Megan nods her head.

Vase Djinn watches the woman walk down the road from the doorway. As soon as she was out of ear shot the unicorn turns to Prophet Bless.

“She knows,” The mare tells the buck.

“Knows what,” Prophet Bless said teasingly as he circle the mare.

“About us,” Vase Djinn snaps, “Don’t play these games.”

“Am I making you nervous?” Prophet Bless purred as he moves in for a kiss.

The two ponies locked lips.

“Do it again Megan!”

“Yeah do it again!”

“Cat’s Cradle Megan!”

Megan smiles at the foals as she played with the string inbetween her fingers. It was like a magic trick to the children.

She had been in the outpost for three days. Megan tried her best to work out in the fields. But the younger foals found her interesting. Soon somehow she found herself spending half the time helping Gold Bell take care of them.

Suddenly one of the older foals ran out of the field. He was crying, “Gold Bell! Megan! Scarecrow!”

Gold Bell ran for Prophet Bless. Megan took the time to run for her guns and mask.

“Prophet, they killed her, they killed her!” The foals cries as the steel gray buck ran up.

“It will be okay children,” The buck pats the foals on the head.

They look into his eyes and the foals calmed down.

“You have away with kids,” Megan gives Prophet Bless a smile.

“Young respects the strong,” The pony replied.

The woman and the buck ran through the hemp field. A mare was crucified up upon a set of thick tree limbs.

“I’m sensing nothing on my EFS,” Megan removes her mask and rubs her eyes.

“This has happened before,” Prophet Bless told the woman. “This one must have happened last night. You're a tall thing, think you can help me move the body?”

Megan nods her head and helped the buck remove the pony.

“So this happened before?” Megan asks.

“Yes, I’m going to need you tonight.” Prophet Bless answers.

(Is he being vague with me?) Megan snaps in her head.

Once the corpse was gone the workers went back to the field. Megan went to work in the field to ask about the attacks.

“So those corpses like that happen often then?” Megan asks a blue mare by the name of Cinder Winds. The mare had a shroud covering her flank.

“Some kind of creature hunts and kills a pony down now and again. It is said to have glowing green eyes.” Cinder Winds told her.

“Anything specifically you can tell me?” Megan asks, “This isn’t some beast hunting for food.”

Cinder Winds thinks for a moment. “It likes to kill older ponies like my age. Prefer bucks over mares but never kills a child. You would think it would. Because of that I was thinking about leaving.”

“What are you two talking about?” Vase Djinn emerged from the hemp bushes.

“Oh just trying to find out what I’m dealing with,” Megan shrugs.

“Prophet wants to talk to you,” Vase Djinn glares at the woman.

“Okay, let me finish this up and I’ll be there in a moment,” Megan answers the pony.

“Very well,” The mare slinks away.

“Prophet Bless flirts with the mares does he not?” Megan asks getting around to a subject she had been meaning to since she got to the farm.

“It’s complicated,” Cinder Winds hesitates, “True he got me to lift my tail for him.” The pony glances at her shrouded flank. “In a manner of speaking. The buck has a power. He can make you fall in love with him but that power also makes you fear him.”

“I get the impression that Vase Djinn is his partner though,” Megan points out, “I mean he seems to favor her.”

“Now that I think of it,” The mare replied, “They came into the area as traveling companions. Hard to believe it’s only been two or three years now.”

“And became the governor of this area in such a short time?” Megan asks.

“The last governor was a freak,” Cinder Winds said with disdain. “The NCR doesn’t have much power over the radiation borderlands. So he was free to do what he wants. The beast allowed the raiders and bandits to roam. He bought me to be a house servant. Removed mine and all the servant mare’s tails so to quote, ‘They can’t hide those pretty little pussies,’.”

“That sounds awful,” Megan looks at the ponies flank. “I had my suspicions, Not the first time a buck mutilates a mare in such away.”

“It’s not that bad as some of the other things he had done to the others,” The mare pulls on the shroud covering her flank. “At least I have ways to keep my modesty. Although this thing is a pain to pull out of the way if I need to use the toilet. Also not as good at stopping the flies from biting me as my tail would have been.”

When she finished, Megan made her way to the blue house. When she got there she found Prophet Bless and Gold Bell making out on the shady side of the house.

“Excuse me sir,” Megan spoke up.

Prophet Bless and Gold Bell stopped what they were doing at looked at the woman. The ponies give one last kiss before Gold Bell walks off with her tail up.

Megan was blushing and feeling awkward.

“I want you to get your battle barding on,” Prophet Bless orders, “There is some kind of airship wreckage A few miles out that I think the creature maybe hiding at.”

“You know you’re a little slower than a pony when you walk,” Prophet Bless remarks.

“Up set about our time?” Megan said dryly.

“Oh, no if I really cared about time I would have flown there,” Prophet Bless smirks, “I want to know you, This is a chance for us to bond.”

The tone in the bucks voice made the woman nervous. She slowly moved her hand closer to her holster.

“Now what the fuck do you think you are doing?” The buck caught the movement out of the corner of his eye.

“Your…” Megan wasn’t sure what to say.

“Scared dearie?” Prophet Bless chimed.

“I…feel like you want to eat me,” Megan gulps.

“Perhaps I ‘am,” Prophet Bless stretches his neck to try to look the woman in the eye. She turns and steps away. The buck shrugged and the two of them walked in silence.

The sun was setting by the time they reached the air craft. The couple camped at the top of a hill. Megan was looking at the air craft through her Enclave mask to get a closer look.

Sun bleached bones of dead ponies littered the landscape.

Megan removes the mask and rubs her eyes.

“You can't use that thing for long periods of time or something?” Prophet Bless remarks.

“It was made for pony eyes,” Megan replied.

“There looks to have been a battle down there,” Megan remarks.

“That was me,” Prophet Bless boasts.

Megan gives the buck a suspicious look. (This isn’t good he took me to his killing grounds.)

The woman sees her breath on the air. “I know we are staking out a beast but how do you feel about a fire? From what I heard this monster is ballsy so maybe the flames might attract it.”

Prophet Bless pauses to contemplate the idea. “I suppose we could try that later. You can start with gathering firewood.”

Megan walks over to a nearby dead tree. She starts picking up broken limbs and branches. A sound makes her drop the pile of branches. Megan twirls around to see Prophet Bless behind her.

“I thought you were watching the air craft,” Megan was afraid to reach for her gun. Her heart told her that the buck would win in a fight.

“Your jumpy you know that,” Prophet Bless smirks and turns to walk away.

Megan puts the wood in a circle. They waited half the night before lighting the fire.

“Okay, Like we said, The thing we are hunting is smart and would most likely seek us out,” Megan remarks warming her hands on the fire.

“If it doesn’t have a gun,” Prophet Bless points out.

“Well at least I have this thing,” Megan puts on her mask to check her EFS. Green flashes hit her eyes causing the woman to pull her mask away. When Megan’s eyes cleared she was looking at Prophet Bless eye to eye.

The woman’s head swooned. Prophet Bless had to hold her up to stop her from falling over.

“Are you okay sweetie?” Prophet Bless asks.

“I don’t know,” A cool happy fussy feeling was going through Megan’s body.

In the darkness they heard growling. The glint of green eyes pierce the darkness. Prophet Bless fires at the thing and the lights went out.

“Cascade!” Megan shouts.

“Cascade?” Prophet Bless raised an eye.

Megan shakes her head clear. “Sorry, I’m feeling a little ill, that thing reminds me of a foal that lives in Tenpony.”

“Tenpony?” Prophet Bless reacts.

“You think that thing is still out there?” Megan asks.

“Well we would have to search the area in the morning,” Prophet Bless tells her. "See if we can find a body or blood."

“I’m not feeling well,” Megan lies down on the ground next to the fire.

As she was drifting off, Megan could feel Prophet Bless’s body lay next to her’s. His wing covers her body.

The sun awakes her. She was greeted with Prophet Bless’s emerald eyes. They made her feel funny again.

The two beings locked lips. Prophet Bless’s hoof slides down the woman’s stomach. In a flash Megan stabs the buck in the shoulder with her knife.

Prophet Bless shrieks as Megan kicks him away. The woman gets to her feet making a fighting stance.

“Think I can be fooled by magical manipulation,” Megan snaps, “Although I don’t know what a freak like you was doing barking up my tree.”

“Fear,” Prophet Bless answers.

“What?” Megan takes a step back away from the pony.

“It makes you want to love,” Prophet Bless continues, “Tell me Megan, when the nightmares becomes too much in the middle of the night who do you want to hug?”

Faces of people Megan cared about popped in her head and she gulps. “That doesn’t explain why you want to jump me!”

“When you fuck somepony for the first time do you feel fear? Do you feel love?” Prophet Bless has taken on a hypnotic tone in his voice. “Fear of vulnerability, love for the one who makes you vulnerable. I feed off of that.”

“You’re a changeling,” Megan snaps.

“Guilty, what are you going to do?” Prophet Bless asks, “This arrangement works well. I find a someone like you. I protect them, They feel fear and love me. I eat that power. It’s my nature and hurts no one.”

“Really? Sounds like an abusive relationship to me,” Megan points out.

“You still have the will to say ‘no’,” Prophet Bless shrugs, “As much as you want, I’m free to push as much as I want.”

Megan dodges for her gun. She makes it but was disappointed to find the bullets were gone.

“Do you think I was that stupid,” Prophet Bless smirks.

“You killed those mares!” Megan snaps.

Prophet Bless turns away from Megan. “No I didn’t.”

“Why should I believe you? You’re a deceptive beast,” Megan points out.

“Only to serve my nature,” Prophet Bless shrugs, “What purpose does killing my food serve me?”

“Makes more fear,” Megan smirks.

“True, but still,” Prophet Bless ponders the idea. "I'm creepy, not evil."

“You know what that thing is out there don’t you,” Megan snaps, “Other wise you would have had pursued my reaction last night a little deeper. If I was you I would have been wondering who Cascade was and just what really brought me here.”

“I have my suspicions,” Prophet Bless answers, “You know how women can be.”

“Vase Djinn,” Megan replied.

“She’s that Littlepip you are looking for,” Prophet Bless tells Megan, “People love Littlepip, She likes taking that love. She sees it as her right after all in another life time she was Littlepip.”

Megan glances at the bones. “Those bones are a few years old, I’m guessing you didn’t appear on the scene until then. Does the name Silent Ponyville mean anything?”

A look of shock goes on Prophet Bless’s face. “What do you call us?”

“Paradox Ponies,” Megan answers, “Ponies that lived in the past but now exist in the present.”

“I see,” Prophet Bless nods his head. As he looks at Megan his eyes widen. “Vase no!”

Megan turns around to see a club come down on her head.
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“Who are prophets? The ponies who lead us, the ponies that inspire us. Those who give us hope in the dark fearful nights. DJ Pon3 Homage signing out.”