Fallout: Equestria- Arcane Division

The honey colored griffon stares that the statue of an alicorn. The weather was not kind to her making the face blurred. The half bird lion pulls the vines away from the statue’s mount.

“Melissa what are you doing?” A bulky female griffon with black marking speaks in a harsh tone that took the honey griffon by surprise.

“Vespa don’t sneak up on me like that,” Melissa holds her chest.

“I’m just wondering why are you staring at one of the old alicorn rulers of Equestria?” Vespa asks.

“I’m just in awe,” Melissa shrugs, “A being can be neigh immortal and yet their effigy of them made from stone can’t last two hundred years.”

Vespa laughs, “That and raiders probably been pissing on it for years.”

The griffon’s laughter had made a few of the hellhounds that were walking past stop and look.

Vespa gets a hold of herself. “We better get back to work. The hellhounds are only letting us take a few days to take from Ponyville what we want to keep.”

The two griffons walk into what remains of the Ponyville library. A large building, in the beginning it was just a very large tree. But it had a number of expansions over its years of use.

There was a few hellhounds putting old books stained with goddess knows what into boxes. They were being instructed by a cream colored griffon. She was Deseret, the third of the Featherborn sisters.

“Catbirds are late,” A hellhound snaps.

“Sorry, my friend is having feminine issues today,” Vespa remarks.

Melissa blushes,

The hellhound sniffs the air. “She don’t smell in heat?”

“Hey!” Melissa snaps puffing her feathers.

“I mean emotional,” Vespa gets in close, “She broke up with her boyfriend and been wanting to engage in angry sex with a dog.”

The hellhound looks at Melissa as if to contemplate the idea.

“Veppie what did you say to him?” Melissa sticks her tale between her legs and lowers her head.

“She’s just messing with you dear,” Deseret tells the dog.

“Stupid cats,” The hellhound walks away to fill up another basket.

“Happy fellow,” Vespa smirks as she takes a basket in her claws.

“You're mean to me you know that?” Melissa grabs a basket as well.

“You make it easy pipsqueak,” Vespa remarks at they flew off.

The two griffons make their landing at an encampment of ponies outside of Ponyville.

They brought the baskets inside to a ginger orange pony with an even more ginger orange mane. Her hair as puffy in a fro that threatened to consume her unicorn horn in a single bite. Had a pipbuck and oozed stable pony. The cutie mark was the same as her name Ginger Roots.

“Still emptying the library,” Ginger Roots remarks with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, We have books stained yellow with piss, stained red with blood and bluish, greenish, purple with Mother knows what.” Vaspa teased

“Mine has a memory orb,” Melissa adds.

“Really? Give me! Let me see!” Ginger Roots takes the orb out of the box. It was cover in smudges of filth. “Seems bigger then your average memory orb.”

“Maybe it’s a prototype?” Melissa points out.

“Yeah, I could see Twilight being one of the first to use such a thing,” Ginger Roots nods her head, “And the library was turned into the Twilight Sparkle Museum.”

“Get the darn thing working already,” Vespa snaps.

“Okay? What happens if I…” Ginger touches the orb with her horn witch sparks brown magic. The unicorn screams from surprise and drops the orb on the table.

“Hello, I’m Twilight Sparkle,” An image of a lavender unicorn and an indigo mane with a magenta streak appears in the orb.

“My goddess, Its Twilight Sparkle,” Ginger Roots points out.

“Yes, that’s what the pony said,” Vespa rolls her eyes.

“Neat that there’s a convenient pause for us to bicker with each other,” Melissa smirks.

“Must be spelled to not speak when the sound volume is up too high,” Ginger Roots notes.

“If you are listening to this thing then I fear the worst has happened to my people,” Twilight continued, “If you were unlucky enough to not get into a Stable then fear not. Within the wildlands of Equestria there is a peaceful land that the Zebra shouldn’t know about. Whatever ponies can should voyage there and found a new society. This orb contains the map to this land. Please write it down and leave this orb behind for others to find their way.”

Ginger Roots scanned the map with her pipbuck.

“What was that bunk about?” Vespa snorted.

“Vespa,” Melissa reprimanded.

“This is a wonderful break through,” Ginger Roots chirped.

“How so?” Melissa asks.

“Ever since I left Stable 2 I’ve been wanting to research Ponyville to get an idea of the origins of my people,” Ginger Roots answers then sighs, “Unfortunately the hellhounds moved in and barred ponies from setting foot in Ponyville. They barely let you griffons in.”

“This all has to do with what?” Vespa snaps.

“You know of a place call The Republic that used to be around here?” Ginger Roots asks, “They were founded by survivors of Ponyville. But they have stories of a lost herd that split from them. This map could lead us to the lost herd. If anything I now have leverage over the hellhounds.”

“How so?” Melissa raises an eyebrow.

“This map shows the lost Diamond Dog mines,” Ginger Roots smirks, “They have to care about their history as much as me? I give them the map, They give me access to Ponyville.”

“Dang, I guess one of us will have to talk to the dog chief,” Vespa sighs.

“Hey, Deseret is not here to object,” Melissa smirks, “Besides she’s the better talker anyway.”

The two griffons came back to Ponyville. After landing back at the library and engaging in their usual back and forth with the hellhounds there.

“Oh, dear sister,” Melissa sang in a playful voice.

“I don’t like that tone,” Deseret said in a deadpan without looking away from the books she was removing from the shelf.

“Yeah, our boss wants to black mail hellhounds with a map to a lost mine of theirs,” Melissa explains, “She wants access to the town.”

“And you want me to tell the pack leader,” Deseret rolls her eyes.

“You were kind of the last to call ‘not it’,” Melissa smirks.

“Is see” The cream colored griffon played with her sister.

The griffons walked back outside. Vespa and Melissa waited as Deseret requested parlay with the hellhound pack leader.

As she waited, Melissa cleaned the rest of the vines off the alicorn statue.

“Um, so that’s who this is?” Melissa remarks looking at the plaque she uncovered.

“Good news people,” Deseret smiles as she walks out of the building, “The chief agree to let Ginger Roots into town to negotiate her terms. Bad news once she’s done he wants us to lead a team to investigate the mine.”

“Great more work,” Vespa complained, “This Arcane thing is becoming a drag.”

“You can always retire,” Deseret purred.

“At least Gawd is giving her people work, but she cares too much for these ponies,” Vespa remarks.

The griffons flew off.

Back at the alicorn statue, The words on the plaque said. “Your Faithful Leader, -Twilight Sparkle”
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“Hello my little ponies, I’ve been complicating telling you something. Today I figured it’s time. We live in new and adventurous times. So I want to tell you a truth I believe you all are ready to know. I’m sure you ponies know of my wonderful and sexy assistant Homage?”