Fallout: Equestria- Arcane Division

“Since when did ponies start living in Ponyville?” The griffon remarks to Ginger Roots.

“Weird I know,” The unicorn was holding a flat blue waste container with her magic. It had a green sticker on it.

“Do we even still have green stickers to give out?” The other griffon scratches his head.

“I think we have yellow,” The first griffon states.

“Isn’t that for mixed stool?” Ginger Roots points out, “I’m a strict vegetarian.”

“In the long run it doesn’t matter,” The griffon remarks.

“I just want to exchange this for my food voucher,” Ginger Roots waves the container in the air.

“Okay,” The griffon takes the blue container and tosses it in the back of the truck.

As the griffon was writing out the voucher, Ginger Roots pulls out her credentials.

“Government employee so I get double vouchers,” Ginger Roots told the griffin with a smile.

“Of course,” The griffon rolls his eyes.

“Move it pony!” A hellhound snaps with two other hellhounds behind him.

Ginger Roots gives the canine a scowl as she takes her food voucher. She stomps away as a hellhound steps forward. He gives the griffon a container with a red sticker.

“Yoe! You!” One of the waste truck griffons flies over to the ginger unicorn. “You’re an investigator?”

“Depends,” Ginger Roots answers.

“There is a strange pony watching the manure truck,” The griffon tells the pony. “He wears a suit and het. The pony has no hair but his skin is black.”

“This does sound strange,” Ginger Roots replied, “Sure he’s not a ghoul or mutie.”

“Could be a mutie but I could tell if he was a ghoul,” The griffon told her, “I catch glimpses of him when I fly patrol. I even seen him in town.”

“Well that’s not good,” Ginger Roots remarks, “If the dogs catch any unauthorized ponies in Ponyville they would throw a fit.”

“You’re sure this hairless pony is real?” Vespa snared.

“I’d rather not risk causing an incident,” Ginger Roots explains.

“Why should we care about a pony watching poo?” Vespa snaps.

“Because with the right lab, for example one of the many abandon war era labs one could make a bomb from poo,” Deseret smirks. The cream griffon was still recovering from a gunshot wound and there for was lying in bed.

“You can also make bombs from meat waste,” Vespa adds, “But I get your point stealing crap is bad.”

“Where is Melissa?” Ginger Roots asks.

“She’s over doing an exchange at the Poo For Food truck,” Deseret answers.

“Yeah, ‘exchange’,” Vespa rolls her eyes.

Here, I got three steaming ones for you, Well not steaming. You know what I mean,” Melissa fluttered at the male griffon.

She hands over three blue trays with red stickers on them.”

“So, this looks fascinating,” The femgriffon continued, “Thats a lot of crap and those stickers, so many colors, whats that all about?” [She knew the answer, she just wanted to get him to talk.]

“Quality of the fecal matter,” The male griffon said in a deadpan tone, “Horses adsorb nutrients poorly so thier crap tens to have a tone of solid plant matter that makes good fertilizer for the growing fields. So, we give ponies a green sticker for plant eater. Crap from creatures that eat meat diets, like us and the hellhounds. Makes for lower quality fertilizer. Yellow is for mixed diet. Purple is for eradiated like alicorns and ghouls. Some plants grow better with a little radiation.”

“That’s so fascinating,” Melissa played on, “So how much longer are you going to stay around here?”

“Skinny!” Vespa shouts as she lands.

“-Urgh!” Melissa gives an extremely irritated expression, “See that tray over there. It may contain semen.”

“Melissa don’t start with me,” Vespa snaps.

“And with that he as all the clues he needs,” Melissa announced.

“You’re not letting that go,” Vespa grubbed.

“It’s a gay move sis,” Melissa stroke the dark griffon under her chin with her tail in a teasing gesture.

“Me, you, sky,” Vespa orders as she flies off.

Melissa rolls her eyes and takes off after her sister.

“What do you want to talk about in privet?” The griffon asks.

“The poo truck reported a strange pony fallowing them,” Vespa tells Melissa, “They say the pony is in Ponyville.”

“A pony in Ponyville?” Melissa said in shock, “Okay, other than Ginger Roots.”

“I know, weird heh,” Vespa smirks.

“Okay what are we getting into? Pegasus?” Melissa gives a shifty look to the sky above her. “Unicorn? Earth pony?”

“From the description he’s not a pegasus,” Vespa answers, “He’s wearing a hat so he could be a unicorn. But he’s hairless.”

“Eew,” Melissa cringed.

“Well anyway its most likely out here,” Vespa told her sister.

“Well if I was a grounder and I had to spy on a truck I would be…” Melissa scans the rooves of a set of nearby buildings. Soon she saw a pony shape spec. “Well that was easy.” Melissa points down with her claw.

The two griffons fly to the spot where they seen the pony, not taking their eye off of him. But when they got there he was gone.

“What the heck?” Vespa scratched her head. “You saw him right?”

“Yeah, He was right here then gone,” Melissa answers.

“Some kind of stealth tech?” Vespa asks.

“I don’t know,” Melissa replied, “Stealth devices aren’t as effective on me, so I should still spot him.”

“Hey he’s over there,” Vespa points at the roof of the building across from them.

He was indeed a hairless pony in a hat and suit. Watching the Poo For Food truck and writing down notes. The pony looks at the ponies with a blank look and disappears.

“I think we are going to need some help,” Melissa points out.

The Poo For Food truck takes off from Ponyville. Two griffons pulled it like ponies across the landscape. A truely awesome sight if the cargo they were pulling wasn’t hundreds of pounds of shit. A third griffon would make patrols and fly around the wagon.

Vaspa, Deseret, and Melissa watched the wagon from a cloud.

“Okay, they are taking that thing to New Appleloosa hitting a few small villages along the way,” Deseret tells them.

“We are not going to fly all the way over there are we?” Vespa groans.

“According to you two it shouldn’t take long to spot him,” Deseret answers, “We keep him moving on the ground until our trap triggers.”

“I’ll make a quick fly around,” Melissa states as she eyes the patrolling griffon.

Deseret groans, “Just get it out of your system.”

Melissa nods her head and flies down to the male griffon. They circled around each other then fly off.

“Okay, let’s keep an eye out for our prey.” Deseret reminds her other sister.

The two griffons flew along the cloudline trying to spot the hairless pony. Vespa spotted her sister and companion by a tree. She tried to ignore that.

Deseret meets back around. “I’m not seeing anything out of the norm.”

“He has the be somewhere,” Vespa sneered.

As Deseret looked at Vaspa she gets wide eyed with her mouth hanging open.

“What is it?” Vespa gives the griffon a confused look.

“The cloud behind you,” Deseret points out.

To Vespa’s shock the hairless observer was watching them from a cloud taking notes.

“He must be a unicorn,” The dark griffon states.

The observer pony gives the bird lions a blank look and disappears.

“That complicates the plan,” Deseret remarks.

“What now?” Vespa asks.

Deseret glances at a control tower in the distance. “Ask for some help. Stay here, if Melissa comes back and tell her where I went.”

“Yes ma’am,” Vespa answers.

Deseret enters the control room of the tower.

“Littlepip!” She calls out, “You hear me?”

“Ah, Deseret,” A tingy female voice says over the speakers, “I saw you doing something? I thought you were assigned to helping Ginger Roots at Ponyville? And aren’t you heading off to an expedition soon?”

“Well I came upon a side mission,” Deseret shrugs, “The Poo For Food truck is being stocked by a strange hairless pony. He's not a pegasus but has the ability to walk on clouds plus teleporting. He stays near the area he teleports from but…”

“You want me to remove the clouds to lower is options.” Littlepip finishes.

“Could you please,” Deseret begs politely.

“Okay, but it’s going to get windy. I suggest you stay here.” Littlepip warns.

“Yes,” Deseret nods her head.

The wind outside blew really hard for about ten minutes. When the griffon peered outside the sky was clear.

“Thanks,” Deseret replied just as she flies off.

When she met up with Vespa her feathers were ruffled from the wind.

“I hope you're okay,” Deseret smirks.

“Yeah, I just had to hunker down for a few moments,” Vespa shakes putting her feathers back in relative place.

“Let’s see if we can find this pony,” Deseret tells her sister.

The two griffons take off to the sky. They spotted their target, then spun around him and came in a direction so that if he teleported be around a certain area when he reappeared.

The observer pony did indeed teleport away and appeared in the area they wanted him to be. The griffons circled again and the pony teleported again.

The observer appeared by a tree near a bush startling the two griffons thumping each other up in the tree.

Melissa screams,

The hairless pony was frozen in shock from the random encounter.

"What are you doing get out of here!” Both the griffon and pony said in unison.

Suddenly the ground rumbles. A hellhound burst forth from the ground and grabs the pony.

“I got you!” The beast snaps.

“Oh no,” Melissa's heart sinks.

Deseret and Vespa lands nearby.

“I see your having fun,” Vespa smirks at the griffon attached to Melissa’s rump. The female griffon hides her head as the griffon tom backs off of her.

Without saying a word the pony head butts the hellhound. A bright blue flash came from the impact and the hellhound was knocked out. As soon as the hellhound lets loose from the observer, he disappears.

“Lassie!” Vespa cries rushing over to the hellhound's side.

“I’m okay,” She replied.

“Wait? Isn’t that the hellhound you hooked up with the other day?” Melissa realized.

“Not now,” Vespa snaps through clinched teeth.

“That's a female, but your butt was hurting?” Melissa points out.

“Do you want me to bring up you just now?” Vespa snaps.

“That wasn’t my butt,” Melissa teased.

“There is no winning with you,” Vespa spats.

“Will you two stop it,” Deseret snaps, “Let’s report to Littlepip.”

“Looking back through the tower camera's archive system, Thank you Pinkie Pie and Ministry of Morale," Littlepip remarks, "Homage and I have spotted twelve of these hairless ponies. They seem to be watching over areas that have strange disasters about to happen.”

“That doesn’t explain why he's watching a poo truck,” Melissa points out.

“It doesn’t, But I fear we will find out soon,” Littlepip sighs, “I will keep an eye out and hope others like you can step up to the hero’s plate.”

A red and pink pegasus falls a long distance out of the sky. When she hits the earth, she makes a bloody splat.

“Seen that?” one of the griffons pulling the truck points at the spot of impact.

“I’ll check it out,” The patrol griffon flies over to the pegasus.

From in the distance they could see their companion. The griffons unstrapped themselves from the truck and fly over.

By the time they noticed the gas steaming from the blood it was too late. The two griffons turned blue and pass out.

The pegasus's wounds heal and she stands up. Tentacles shoot out from her rear end piercing bloodily through the griffons.
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“Remember ponies, Looking back it’s hard to say what events are the ones at will lead us to the new future. DJ Pon3 Homage signing out.”