Fallout: Equestria- Arcane Division

“Hello, I am Ginger Roots,” The puffy haired pony introduced herself to the griffon sisters. She extends out her hoof. “I believe this is customary for your kind.”

“Why is the green here?” Deseret snaps to the control panel.

“Green, But I'm red? You people aren't color blind are you?” Ginger Roots questions, "I thought you people could see more colors because of your bird eyes. Like ultraviolet-"

“She means your fresh,” Melissa answers holding up a claw.

“Fresh is good no?” Ginger Roots adds.

“No, fresh is bad, it means you’re a stable pony.” Melissa tells her.

“I’ve been in the wasteland for a good few years mind you,” Ginger Roots said defiantly.”

“Yes, but have you experienced it?” Melissa asks, “Have you even had to eat meat to live?”

“The time when we need to do that is before my tenyear,” Ginger Roots points out.

“True,” Melissa shrugs.

“She’s a pony from Stable 2,” Littlepip answers over the speakers.

“Stable 2?” Vespa questions, “She's not a queer is she?”

“Just because I know her doesn’t mean she’s gay!” Littlepip snaps.

“We were in the same club,” Ginger Roots tells the griffon. “Our Overmare encourage hobbies to pass the time. That was the extent we knew each other. I wouldn’t have called us friends back then.”

“Did this club have teams? Were you on the same team?” Vespa mocked.

“Vespa stop it,” Deseret snaps.

“That's not why I’m here,” Ginger Roots tells them, “As I said, Littlepip and I hardly talked then. I interviewed her after moving out from Stable 2. Back in the Stable I was part of the news paper.” Ginger Roots then sighs. “I was disappointed to find access to Ponyville blocked off. Being the Stable’s historian too, I wanted to examine the history of my people who most of who came from Ponyville.”

“Miss Roots has been requesting to explore Ponyville but the government is in the mitts of negotiations with the Hellhounds.”

“Mean while I’ve been okayed to explore Fillydelphia, the underground that is.” Ginger Roots adds.

“The real issue is that the Gardens of Equestria didn’t completely erase the radiation from Fillydelphia. The underground remains contaminated.” Littlepip tells them.

“Why?” Deseret asks.

“I’ve heard rumors of rogue ghoul unicorns that used to work for Red Eye hiding down there.” Littlepip answers.

“I have always wondered why all the radioactive and taint mutated wild life survived after the Gardens went off?” Vespa points out.

“Velvet Remedy added a bypass spell that stopped the wave from affecting life forms,” Littlepip told her, “First she believed removing the radiation so completely from our bodies would kill many. Since ponies have been living with it and within a last hundred years some became mostly immune.”

“That’s why ponies are able to make babies without most of them becoming deformed,” Ginger Roots adds, “Horses have an amazing ability for antibodies. Us stable ponies actually had to get blood transfusions from wasteland ponies to stop us from getting sick.”

“Yeah, when my sisters were born I remembered they had to be injected with pony blood to stop the radiation from doing serious harm to them.”

“Really?” Melissa looks at the veins on her wrist.

“In history there been horses that would allow themselves to be envenomated and then somepony would refined their blood into antivenoms,” Ginger Roots remarks, “A pony who survives something like a manticore sting can become pretty rich that way.”

“Also Velvet hoped that wild life would have a chance to leave the wastelands for more radioactive zones.” Littlepip adds, “This appeared to have back fired. The radioactivity suppress most mutations by killing those exposed to it faster. The Gardens of Equestria does the opposite and encourages life. I’ve been told exposure to its energy has doubled our life spans and increased vitality. Because of this the borders where taint and life energy meets, mutation flourishes.”

The griffons slip down the sewer hole. They take point with their guns drawn.

“Roots clear!” Deseret orders.

The ginger pony drops down the hold landing on her butt. This caused Vespa to roll her eyes as Melissa helps the mare up.

“Oh, my,” Ginger Roots said in amazement, “My horn is buzzing.”

“You think it’s the radiation?” Deseret asks.

“No this is magic,” Ginger Roots puts her horn against the wall. “What ever this is it’s below us.”

“Sure?” Vespa asks unbelieving.

“I have a talent for sensing deeply buried things.” Ginger Roots answers.

“Okay you have to use the map function on your Pipbuck to tell us where to go,” Deseret speaks to the ginger unicorn.

“Yes,” Ginger Roots looks at her Pipbuck. “There should be a hatch we can go down.”

The party walked down the tunnel and climbed down a few floors. Every once in a while Ginger Roots would ask them to stop to examine some pre war markings or old graffiti.

After a while the party came across an open area that dropped off. Blow them a deep pool of water.

“What is this?” Vespa snarked at the deep blackness spotted with pillars and ramps.

“Old Fillydelphia I suppose,” Ginger Roots remarks.

“I thought they converted that into a Stable?” Deseret points out.

“They must not have used all of it,” Ginger Roots shrugs.

“Hello!” Melissa calls out into the darkness to listen for her echo.

Deseret grabs the younger griffon and slams her into the wall. “What the fuck you think you are doing! We are in enemy territory.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Melissa stutters.

Then they started hearing the screams.

“Okay people boots off the ground,” Deseret orders as she takes off to the air.

“You ride with fatty,” Melissa tells Ginger Roots as she points at Vespa with her thumb.

Ginger Roots hops onto Vespa’s back as the last two griffons take off. They turn their heads around to see mangled ghouls claw their way up the railing at a speed they didn’t think possible. Even from the air and in the darkness they could see the ghouls had chucks of flesh missing.

“What’s wrong with those ghouls?” Melissa asks.

“Why should we care about why a bunch of zombies do what?” Vespa snaps.

“It show’s culture for one,” Ginger Roots points out, “They might have a legit reason for mutilating themselves. We wouldn’t know unless we talk to one?”

“That’s not going to happen,” Deseret calls back.

“Sister, We need a place to land,” Melissa points out.

“Down maybe?” Ginger Root’s suggests.

“The floor appears to be nothing but water,” Deseret replied.

“There’s a building,” Vespa points out.

“Okay for now,” Deseret leads the group to a building with half the wall collapsed.

They landed, Ginger Roots's Pipbuck was clicking an indication that there was radiation in the area. The griffons passed around some Rataway to be safe.

“I think we are getting closer,” Ginger Roots remarks looking at her Pipbuck.

“I think we are near that abandon Stable.” Melissa points out.

“Okay people, enough rest, we head out, It's not safe to stay in the same spot for long.” Deseret orders as she takes to the air.

Vespa and Melissa both look at each other then back at Ginger Roots.

“Roll yeah for who carries her,” Vespa remarks.

The two griffons shakes their fists.

“One”

“Two”

“Thr-oof!”

Vespa punches Melissa in the vag as hard as she could and flies off. The nerve cluster buzzed with pain causing Melissa to get weak in her knees.

Ginger Roots cringes, “Oh my, you griffon’s are harsh.” She turns to look at the griffon’s flying off. “They do realize they need me?”

After a minute Deseret and Vespa came back. The older griffon was glaring knives at Vespa.

“Melissa are you okay?” Deseret asks.

“I’ll be fine,” Melissa grunted stomping her hindleg to get the feeling back.

“Ginger you ride with me,” Deseret spreads her wings to allow Ginger Roots to climb on her back.

Vespa turns to take flight, Melissa makes a fist.

“Melissa pound your sister’s pussy later,” Deseret snaps.

“Nuts,” Melissa sighs.

They reached the metal dome of the Stable. There was a blown large hatch witch Ginger Roots held her Pipbuck in front of her reading the screen.

“I am not going in there,” Vespa remarks.

“No, I don’t think we have to,” Ginger Roots tells her. “This is the source of the rogue ghouls. I think this Stable shielded the radiation from the Gardens of Equestria.”

"Well it was suppose to stand up to Mega Spells," Deseret points out.

“So, let’s get leaving,” Melissa remarks.

Click,

A ghoul unicorn points his gun at them. Parts of his flank was removed.

“Get the fuck away from that door before you draw it out.” He snaps.

Other ghouls start to appear some aiming guns, others holding pipes and boards.

“Des,” Ginger Roots whispers, “My Pipbuck says those guns don’t work.”

“What?” Deseret squints at the weapons. She noticed that they were rusty and water damaged.

Blam!

“Melee weapons!” Deseret shouts dropping her shotgun and pulling out a mace. “Too many of them to use guns!”

The ghouls rushed them. Vespa and Melissa both fire a single shot and pulled out their maces.

“No! No! No!” The unicorn shouts.

The griffons hit the ghouls with melee weapons they made sure each hit took down an enemy. If it didn’t it would incapacitate them enough to handle the next ghoul and hit the first ghoul later. Ginger Roots picked up a gun using SATS to two hit ghouls out of range of the melees.

“Pon-nies!”

In a breath the ghouls slithered into the shadows taking their dead with them.

“Okay? What the fuck?” Vespa remarks with a funny look.

“They really want their dead,” Ginger Roots points out.

“But why?” Melissa said with a discussed look.

“Burry them or something similar,” Ginger Roots shrugs.

“But these are hardened wastelanders and half crazed ghouls,” Melissa points out. “Respecting the dead shouldn’t be the first thing on their mind.”

“Talk about this later,” Deseret snaps, “That voice is what drove them off.”

“Pon-nies!” A large arm with hard growths sticking out of it reaches out from the hatch. A mutated cave troll pulls it’s self out of the Stable.

The griffons pick their guns up and aim it at the troll.

“Hold your fire cave troll’s are dossal,” Ginger Roots shouts.

“Sure?” Vespa asks.

“Pon-nies,” The troll smiles with a deformed lip.

“One way to find out,” Deseret mutters. She steps forward with a nervous smirk on her face and points at herself “We griffons.”

“Bird-dies,” The troll smiles.

“Close enough,” Deseret deadpans.

“Pon-ie,” The troll reaches for Ginger Roots.

The griffons cock their guns.

“Hold it girls,” Ginger Roots puts her hoof out. “Don’t-ack!”

The troll picks the ginger unicorn up by her tail. Her body's weigh pulling on her tail joint causes the unicorn to cry out in pain. The griffons aim their guns.

“Don’t fire unless we can get her safely,” Deseret orders.

“What if we don’t care,” Vespa snarks.

The troll takes the little pony's rear up to his nose. He then licks her undercarriage. Ginger Root’s Pipbuck makes a radiation noise and the pony makes a disgusted face.

“Help,” She eeps.

Melissa fires hitting the troll in the wrist. He drops Ginger Roots who loses her footing and plunges into the dirty water below. Vespa and Melissa starts firing as Deseret dives for Ginger Roots.

The mutant cave troll charges for the griffons as they fire. The winged creatures take to the air to avoid his attack.

“Stupid bird-dies stay still,” The troll spats.

“Sorry trollestria,” Vespa mocks firing a shotgun blast into the thing’s grown over eye.

Deseret pulls Ginger Roots out of the water. They shored at an abandon building. Ginger Roots was still coughing when the ghouls jumped them. Deseret grabs a pot and fights them off killing one.

Ginger Roots moans and she starts to get to her feet.

“Don’t move fast,” Deseret warns.

They hear gunfire in the darkness. Deseret checks her wings. She was too wet to help her sisters at the moment.

“I think they were cooking something,” Ginger Roots covers her muzzle with her hoof to block the smell.

Deseret more apted to the smell of meat looks into the pot.

“They were boiling meat chunks in black water,” She tells the unicorn.

Ginger Roots makes a grossed look. “My goddess, they are boiling ghoul flesh to contaminate the water.

“W-why?” Deseret said unnerved, “The Stable has radiation.”

“The Stable has a cave troll in it,” Ginger Roots smirks.

Deseret checks her ammo. “My bullets should work.”

The two made their way to the second floor where two ghouls jumped them. Deseret takes out one with a gunshot and cracks the other’s skull with the butt of her gun.

“Take the gun,” Deseret tosses Ginger Roots her gun. She points over at a collapsed wall. “Go over there and single fire. Hopefully my sisters can reconnect with us before we can’t hold out.”

Ginger Roots hurries over and fires making a orange spark in the air. Deseret pulls out her mace and smashes the next two ghouls that come in. She then pushed over a book shelf that blocks the door.

The ghouls slam against the door their black decaying hooves and muzzles creep out the crack scraping against whatever they could reach. In a moment of silence the ghouls slink away. A heart beat later Deseret hears the dink of a pin.

“Grenade!” Deseret shouts.

The griffon jumps back and ducks her head the best she could as a black ball flies through the door crack. It explodes in flame.

The ghouls pushed what’s left of the book shelf out of the way allowing them to rush the room. Bullets take out a few ghouls stopping the mob from advancing.

Melissa helps Deseret up. Vespa stood next to Ginger Roots. The ghouls’s stun passed and they started advancing again.

“Pon-nies!” The troll climbs the side of the building. He reaches out for one of the ghouls and puts the screaming zombie into his mouth.

“Oh mother run!” Deseret shouts.

The ghouls turn and run for the doorway. Melissa plays with something in one of her saddle bags. She unstraps the bag and tosses it across the room.

The ghouls bottle neck with the griffons and pony behind them. The troll steps on the floor and it collapsed under his weight. Melissa’s saddle bag explodes. The building starts caving in and around them.

The ceiling slides away. Seeing the gap the griffons fly up through it. They made their way back to the tunnels.

Ginger Roots steps off of Vespa’s back. She was gasping heavily.

“Hell yeah, that was like the good old days with dad,” Vespa cheers to Deseret.

“This is normal?” Ginger Roots said in shock.

“For us, before the sunshine,” Deseret smirks.

“Can we get the heck out of here,” Vespa turns to walk away. Melissa taking the chance and with a big smirk on her face punches her sister in the vag.
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“Remember ponies on the long road of our journey there are always new beginnings. New allies to be had and new adventures to unfold. But remember to above all stay safe. DJ Pon3 Homage signing out.”