Fallout: Equestria- Arcane Division

An aqua colored earth pony with an oricalcum mane runs down the decayed streets of Manehattan. Her cutie mark was that of a rainbow with gold silver and bronze colors.

It was night but the moonlight illuminated everything. Everything but the darkness that chased after the mare.

The mare makes a wrong turn and finds herself at a dead end.
“Milk,”

“Mommy,”

The voices makes the pony cringe as she slowly turns her head. With in the darkness she could see the eyes. They glowed not one single color of what you expect from a horde of monsters. The eyes were every color and they glimmered with sadness.

“Mommy!”

The mare screams as the shadows rush her. Teeth of a shadow foals bites into her hindquarters. The mare looses her footing causing her to fall exposing her underbelly.

“Milk!”

“Milk!”

“Milk!”

The shadows cheer before digging into her utters. The mare screams in pain and horror as her breasts were ripped from her body leaving her guts to spill out onto the street in a steamy mess.

Victory Finish was finished.

Max rubs his head.

“Migraine again?” Troja asks.

“They come and go,” Max answers.

Troja gives a concerned look. “Haven’t been experiencing mood swings or anything?”

“Why do you ask?” Max replied.

“Something I sensed for a moment,” Troja shrugs, “Most likely nothing.

Sioux Falls was examining the body of the aqua mare. Two ponies stood next to her. They were a pair of locals. An off navy blue buck with an off black mane. The other a bright violet pony with a silver and black mane.

“Well there are additional bite wounds on the hindleg. The eating of breast shows a sexual component.”

“You think its raiders?” The blue pony asks by the name of Greens, “I thought they were gone from this area?”

“Raiders would have fucked her.” Max points out.

Sioux Falls flips her ears back and gives Max a look. “Could I have a word with you a moment.”

The two ponies step aside and spoke in low tones.

“I’m not just saying this because I was raised in the clouds and have different sensibilities,” Sioux Falls spoke, “I’m saying this because we are investigating a death and comes with a certain bit of respect. So when referring to the said body used more appropriate terms.”

Max sighs, “I understand and I’m sorry. I’m new at this. I’ll try to be more respectful.”

The two ponies walk back over to the body.

“As I was saying, if it was raiders she should have been raped,” Max restates. He lifts up one of the dead mare’s legs, “See her pu-vagina and anus is appears to be unpenetrated. She’s untied and obviously fought back, so more than one raider would have been needed to do this. None of them left any ejaculate behind?”

“The assailant could have been female,” Troja adds.

“Female would have still have left sexual juices behind,” Sioux Falls explains, “Heck I don’t even see any saliva.”

“This might not be sexual in nature,” Max adds, “Cult killings aren't that uncommon. Breasts are the symbol for life. Plus utter meat does-would make good eating.”

“Off the mare?” Sioux Falls points out unsatisfied with the bucks answer, “I think they would use a knife.”

“True,” Max agreed.

“It was the Shadow Foals,” The purple mare named Royal Crest blurts out.

“Royal,” Greens snaps.

“Look, we are just staying in your little village to give our captain time to recover,” Sioux Falls tells the ponies. “If you are going to be bullshitting with us we can just stop here and now.”

Royal Crest gives Greens a begging look.

Greens sighs and rolls his eyes, “You can tell them everything.”

Royal Crest nods her head back at her partner.

“There had always been stories, ghost stories,” Royal Crest told them.

“Stories like this is what we deal in,” Troja remarks.

“Yes, continue we won’t judge,” Sioux Falls egged on.

“They say when a mare walks around the ruined streets of Manehattan alone at night, sprits of the dead foals who died in the Balefire Bomb takes her.” The purple one told them.

“This has been happening more and more,” Greens adds, “All bodies found in this manner.”

“Makes sense if the story is true,” Troja notes, “In the old days a mare would have to be crazy to walk alone at night.”

"Who knows all the effects the bombs have had," Sioux Falls adds, "Look at ghouls, the idea of them turning ponies into something less substantial isn't far off."

“You believe us?” Royal Crest asks unsurely.

“When you eliminate the probable,” Sioux Falls adds.

“Can we take the body back to the village?” Greens asks.

“Yes, I’ll be needing to do an autopsy there,” Sioux Falls tells them.

The ponies got a hold of a sleeping bag to move the body in. They carried the body to Guttervile.

“Did you find mommy!” An orange and pine filly runs up to the group.

Royal Crest gives the filly a sad look. Understanding the little filly looks at the sleeping bag now blood stained.

“Honey, We should go,” Greens tries to usher the filly.

“I want to see!” The filly yells rushing past the blue pony. She grabs the sleeping bag's zipper and pulls. The mare’s body and guts spill out onto the street causing the filly to scream in horror. Before anyone could stop her she turns and runs.

“I’ll go get her,” Greens tells the group.

“I should go along,” Troja replied, "I may be of some help."

Both of the ponies run off after the filly.

They rolled the dead mare back into the sleeping bag taking it to a place where Sioux Falls could work on it. Max now free decides to report back to Melissa.

The griffon was curled up into a bed like a cat. She had been lethargic since the transformer fusion. She also been unable to summon Convoy from with it her. But the Cybertronian could still communicate.

“Max is that you?” Convoy asks.

“How are you aware of me every time I walk into the room?” Max remarks.

“I have omiawareness up to twelve feet,” Convoy answers.

“The rumors are true about the strange deaths around here,” Max reports as he walks up to the griffon. “There seems to be ghosts that come out at night that hunts down mares. Sioux Falls is doing the final autopsy. The mare’s child had seen the dead body of her mother and ran off. Troja and a towns pony is searching for the child.”

“Ummm,” The griffon suddenly stretches, “You do realize you don’t have to talk into my pussy to speak to him.”

Max realized the griffon’s rear was inches from his face. She smirks back at him as she rolls her tail back down her butt crack.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Max snaps at Convoy.

“Like I should know proper sexual interaction,” Convoy snaps back, “It would help if you weren’t naked.”

“I’m wearing a bandana,” Melissa teased the Cybertronian.

“That’s not what I mean,” Convoy was starting to feel warm from inside the griffon.

“Are you blushing?” Melissa laughs at the warm feeling inside her.

Troja and Greens walk into the room. The filly was sheeplessly behind them.

“I see you’re awake,” Greens notes.

“I heard you went after a child,” Melissa asks.

“This little one,” Troja steps out of the way to show the filly to the griffon. She was crusty teary eyed.

“Hey, little one,” The griffon says in a kind tone trying the pat the filly on the head. The child flinched away.

“What’s your name?” The griffon asked the young one.

“Runner,” The filly answers.

“I’m going to talk to Sioux Falls for a moment,” Melissa tells Troja.

“Sure you’re going to be okay?” Troja asks.

“My body feels like lead weights, but lighter than it has been,” Melissa gives a weak smile before walking off.

Max, Troja, Greens, and Runner went to the Followers of the Apocalypse community center. The center acted as a place where children could meet and play games with the supervision of their parents and other adults. The place was ran by a blue alicorn known simply as Master.

“Royal!” Runner ran up to the purple and silver pony who was standing next to a little light blue colt with a blue mane turning silver as it grew out.

“Runner,” The colt gives the filly a sad look.

“Megasilver,” Runner puts her head in the colt’s chest.

Royal Crest lets the two foals embrace each other.

“Is that foal your son? His mane is cute,” Troja remarks.

“Yeah, Victory and I were partners,” Royal Crest wipes tears from her eyes. “We decided to have our children at the same time.”

“They don’t have the same father do they?” Troja asks, “Because they make a cute couple.”

“No, Victory and I always hoped our children would pair,” Royal Crest smiles.

There was also a clinic connected to the community center that the FotA ran out the back. This was where Victory Finish’s body was taken.

A blue male alicorn by the name of Sirmiss helped Sioux Falls with the autopsy. She had a uterus in her hooves when Melissa walked in.

“How’s the autopsy do-ing,” The griffon starts to speak then stares at the disemboweled pony.

“What’s the matter?” Sioux Falls asks.

“She saw this?” Melissa asks.

“Who?” Sirmess replied.

“This mare’s daughter saw the body as we were transporting it,” Sioux Falls explains.

“That sounds horrific,” Sirmiss said in shock.

“At least the upper half is untouched,” Melissa remarks.

“You’re wanting to say something?” Sioux Falls asks.

“I was hoping that the filly would be able to get another look at her mother,” The griffon sighs, "Something not so grotesque this time."

“You look kind of guilty, something bugging you?” Sioux Falls points out, “You always seem to get this way around pony bodies. Does it have something to do with horses being your natural pray?”

“Well I hate to admit I have stripped the meat off a pony in the past,” Melissa sighs. “Wondering the wasteland you kind of got to find good meat when you can. I mean, I’m a meat eater so I’m not squeamish. Out of respect we would always burry and mark what we didn’t use. But after you string a mare or buck up a tree and degut them. Having to deal with a body in this manner is very off putting.”

“I see,” Sioux Falls remarks as she cuts open the mare’s uterus, “Well other than her utters all organs appears to be in tack and…that’s...”

Sirmiss looks down into the open uterus to see a fetus. “She’s pregnant? I don’t think she was trying to breed again.”

“You’re in charge of those kind of exams?” Sioux Falls asks.

“Well yeah, last time her and her partner bread I examined them both,” Sirmiss answers.

“Examine? Both aren’t female?” Melissa asks.

“Umm yes?” Sirmiss answers, “Her lover is Royal Crest. They had their children to gather.”

“Good catch Mel,” Sioux Falls remarks, “Not shocked they had their children at the same time though, You know lesbianic tendencies and feelings between mares and in griffons are really an extreme result of deeply seeded herding and grouping instincts. When they go into heat they help each other choose the right males to fornicate with.”

“Anyway, you’re saying this pregnancy may most likely be an accident since you didn’t know she was um breeding.” Melissa says to Sirmiss.

“Yes,” The alicorn buck shakes his head.

“You can tell who ever if they want to see her that I’ll have Miss Finish cleaned up within the hour,” Sioux Falls tells the griffon.

“Thanks,” Melissa replied as she walks out.

Melissa sends out a mental message to Troja as she walks to the community center.

(So she was pregnant?) Troja replied, (I’ll ask her about it.)

“Royal could you come here?” Troja speaks up.

The purple earth pony trotted over to them.

“What is it?” Royal Crest asks.

“Autopsy showed, that Victory Finish was pregnant,” Troja told the mare in her monotone voice.

Royal Crest gives a gasp covering her mouth with her hoof. Silent tears rolls down her face. Suddenly without a word she stomps up to Greens and punched him in the muzzle.

“You bastard!” The mare shouts.

Greens lashed forward to strike her back but Max stops him.

“Mommy why did you hit papa Greens?” Megasilver cries.

“Okay people let’s just take this outside,” Max said as he and Troja takes the buck and mare out the door.

Master takes the foals Runner and Megasilver away to make sure they didn’t fallow.

When Melissa came walking up, Max and Troja was watching Greens and Royal Crest beating the snot out of each other in a good old fashion parking lot fight.

“Should we stop them?” Convoy asks from within Melissa.

“Ah, we have a few minutes,” Melissa whines, "Horse fights are hilarious, they don't have claws so they aren’t going to hurt each other too bad."

“They are biting one another,” Convoy points out.

The griffon fires a shot into the air.

“Look kids as much as I like to watch a good horse fight between earthers and it is fun to watch,” Melissa nods her head, “I’d like you two healthy for your children’s sake.”

“The autopsy of Victory Finish is finished,” Melissa told the ponies, “Now I suggest, you take her daughter to go see her unless you want the last image that girl to have of her mother is her disemboweled corpse.”

“Damn it,” Royal Crest snaps then points at Greens, “This isn’t over.”

“I don’t want to fight you,” Greens replied, “But I’m not going to let you beat the crap out of me.”

“You, get your lover’s fuck baby and take her to the clinic,” Melissa orders pointing at Royal Crest.

Royal Crest walks back into the community center. She comes out with the orange and green filly.

Sioux Falls had strapped the sheet down so it wouldn’t slip below the waste. The filly cries over the body.

“I hope this helps,” Royal Crest sighs.

“It will,” Melissa nods her head.

“Nightfall will be soon, I want to help hunt down the things that killed her,” The earth pony tells the griffon. “I can use guns.”

“Get your boyfriend as well. I’ll get the team to gather,” Melissa replied.

The team plus Royal Crest and Greens stood in a meeting room. Melissa slides a holographic device across the table. A map of Manehattan appears.

“From research and accounts of survivors who saw these things. These shadow foals will appear as long as there is no other being within sight of the target,” Melissa explains to the group.

The griffon clicks on a section of the map zooming in on a set of blocks. “I chosen this section for the op. The tall buildings will give the illusion of isolation the creatures need to hunt their pray. These alleyways would give us easy access to each other. I place the females of the group at these locations making a circle to give us the best chance of enticing the things out. The males of the group will be stationed at these locations to give the best chance of back up.”

“I see three locations for males,” Max notes, “Is Convoy…?”

“See for yourself,” The holographic projector speaks. Before their eyes it turns into a tiny pony. “Melissa has a spritebot ready for me to go into.”

“That’s nice,” Sioux Falls smiles.

“We have a few hours before estimated sunset,” Melissa tells the group.

“Unless it decides to hover over the horizon again,” Troja adds, “Last time it stayed there for four hours.”

Melissa fought off her sleepiness as she patrolled the abandon city block.

(Melissa? Are you okay)” Convoy asks over their mental link. “I sense you are weakening.”

(I’m okay,) Melissa replied.

“I’m sensing something,” Troja speaks over a communication device. “Sadness, pain, aloneness, multiplied by many.”

“I see something,” Sioux Falls shouts over the air. “Glowing pink eyes with a shine that reminds me of water shadows.”

“Okay move in to Sioux Falls’s location,” Melissa orders.

“Ahh!” Royal Crest screams over the radio, “Eyes! Many eyes in the darkness, The darkness it's expanding and coming closer.”

“My creature disappeared!” Sioux Falls yells.

“Max! You're the closest!” Melissa shouts. There was no reply, “Max? Max! Fuck!”

The griffon took off to the air. For a moment she swoons as her head spinned. She quickly recovered.

Melissa could see Sioux Falls with her night vision. The pegasus took the griffon’s lead. They saw Royal Crest running from a wave of deep solid darkness.

The two land a few yards in front of Royal Crest who happens to trip as they touched pavement. The darkness full of shadow foals with the colorful glowing sad eyes mob the mare. Royal Crest screams as the shadow creatures bit into her flesh.

Sioux Falls and Melissa fire onto the shadow foals. Their bullets were having no effect on the creatures.

“I think this is over our pay grade,” Sioux Falls points out noticing how useless the bullets were.

“Your right,” Melissa puts the purple mare out of her misery with a bullet to the head.

A moment later the shadow foals retreated from the mare leaving her under belly ripped open. By the time the others reached the area the last of the inky darkness disappeared.

“Royal!” Greens runs up to the body of the purple earth mare.

Melissa looks around the group. Max was missing.

“Has anyone see Max?” Melissa asks, “He was closest to this location but I couldn't bring him up on the radio.”

Troja glows her horn. “He’s a few blocks away, I’m sensing pain and confusion.”

“Come with me, I need to find him,” Melissa orders.

The pony and griffon walks off.

“Those shadow foals where made from Discord matter,” Troja notes.

“So they are something else that punched a hole in reality,” Melissa remarks.

“These things are legend,” Troja points out, “Been around for years. Same for Sioux Falls, She has parents and they have parents. The pipbuck monsters as well. It’s like the cosmos spread Discord matter randomly across the universe so that every spec could come together at the right place and time and become something?”

“That’s deep,” Melissa remarks, “What kind of event you think this is leading up too?”

“Given the nature of things, it could have already happened,” Troja adds, “The Discord matter was defusing in the pipbucks. Not assuming into one being. What ever happened, Now that fate let its leash go we have the clean the mess.”

“Nice theory,” Melissa shrugged.

They found Max wondering dazed and confused.

“Max are you okay?” Melissa asks the pony.

“Um, miss have you seen my wife?” Max asks as he swooned a little, “I got back from a mission and she and my son left somewhere?” The buck looks around. “I’m not even sure where I am?”

“Max you don’t remember me?” Melissa asks.

“Melissa Featherborn my CO…” Max gets a starry look in his eyes. “When did the Steel Rangers start using griffons?”

“Troja what’s happening to him?” Melissa demands to the mutie unicorn.

“He has been having migraines,” Troja notes, “The buck did tell us he had a change of attitude after getting hit in the head. This confusion could be a symptom of that. I think it will pass because this must have happened to him before.”

“Can you fix him?” Melissa asks.

“Yes, but not-“

“Do it,” Melissa orders.

The unicorn shrugs, She uses her magic on the buck. The normal look goes on Max’s eyes.

“What happen?” He asks noticing the concerned look from Troja and Melissa. “You guys wasn’t here a minute ago?”

“Boy, there is something you should know,” Melissa speaks to the earth pony.

The Arcane team packs up their transport.

“We will send out another team that will bring equipment that will be specialized to catch ephemeral beings,” Melissa tells Greens. “In the mean time just make sure no mare walks the streets alone.”

Greens nods his head.

The team gets on the vehicle and drives off.

Somewhere two young foals lay with each other soaking one another’s fur with tears. In an impulsive reaction they quickly kiss each other on the lips then snuggle closer.
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“Beware the shadows that lurk in the darkness people, you know the rumor about the foals that stock the night. The government just confirmed they are real and warns those who wonder Manehattan at night not to go alone. Just another dark past come back to hurt our future. But fet not my ponies there is always hope. DJ Pon3 Homage signing out.”