Fallout: Equestria- Arcane Division

The bandits breaths steams heavily as they ran across the snow dusted streets.

She takes one of them in her sniper scope. Her winter chilled finger slides through the trigger guard. Her pale hairless cheeks reflex as she takes a swallow. She holds her breath and fires.

The top of the pony’s skull, the top of the pony’s brain explodes. Teeth roll across the asphalt like dice.

The remaining bandit hides behind a vehicle. As he ducks one of his allies shoots cover fire at the sniper's window.

She jumps through a hole in the floor. The young woman brushed her strawberry blond hair away from her face showing an Enclave like mask.

Armed ponies wondered the floor looking for the creature that’s not them.

One of the ponies, A mare blood brown and with a dirt gold mane, cutie mark two blue lightning bolts, Walks in front of the doorway near the young woman.

The woman swiftly, silently, pulls out a knife. She covers the blood brown mare with a dirt gold mane and two blue lighting bolt’s mouth to muffle the whinny she made as the knife poked into her neck.

“Shuuu,” The woman whispers in the mare’s ear. The pony sheds tears before gently closing her eyes.

She drags the body around the corner as another pony walks into the room. The pony slowly moves sensing something was wrong.

The woman takes out a small gun. Picking up a large teddy bear, she presses it up against the drywall wall. The gun shots were muffled. The pony on the other side groans as he hits the ground with a thud.

The metal bar makes a hollow scraping sound as it is drug across the concrete floor. The pony on the ground was coughing up blood, even gargled a little. She swings the bar down and with a crack breaks through the eye socket.

Two foal struggle against their ropes.

“You stop that!” A bandit pony yells at the foals.

Both foals had black manes. One had a red coat the other, younger one had a blue. The younger foal had the fogged over eyes of the blind. The older foal had silver eyes.

“You think it is still out there?” The bandit with the ocarina cutie mark asks the bandit with the dragon tooth.

“Do you think it was a minotaur?” Dragon Tooth replied.

“No, has to be an elf,” Ocarina shook his head.

Suddenly a black suited figure steps out behind the ocarina pony and stabs him in the back a number of times. Before the dragon tooth pony could react she fires two bullets. The first hit the side of the pony’s skulk chipping a plate of bone away. The second bullet hits the pony in the neck.

Both horses fall dead. Blood splatter peppered the foals causing them to scream and cry.

“It’s okay sweeties,” The woman consoled the young ponies as she takes out a knife. The blade makes short work of the binding. She then removes the insectoid Enclave mask. “My name is Megan.”

“Are you an angel?” The blue foal asks in awe of the creature.

She reminded the pony of stories of angels. Mythical bipedal almost hairless skinny creatures. Said to be Beautiful, Just, Strong, and Caring beings who smite the wicked in bloody satisfaction.

“I might,” Megan replied getting a look in her eyes of someone who’s trying to reach an old almost forgotten memory.

Bam!

A bullet flies through Megan’s shoulder hitting the asphalt below. Blood squirts from her wound bathing the woman in red. She drops to her knees, her body struggling to breathe.

A pony marches up to the woman and presses a gun up to her head.

“Time to die, whatever you are,” He said with a deathly smile.

Blam!

The pony is knocked against the ground by a shotgun blast fired by the red foal.

Megan looses consciousness.

The woman felt cold, it was dark and wet. She found herself back into the past. Herself as a child curled naked in a ball lying on a bed of hay. Scabs and welts marked her skin.

A splash of wet hits Megan’s face. The cold liquid jars the woman awake. She found herself unable to sit up because the two foals were resting on her chest.

Unable to deal with Megan’s body suit barding. They had to strip her naked to dress her wounds. After words the children snuggled up to her to keep the angel and themselves warm.

“You awake?” The blind blue pony asks his chin placed on her breast like a fleshy pillow.

“Could you move,” Megan grunts and she pushed her way up. The two foals slipped into her lap.

“Hey, he’s awake,” The red foal cheers.

“She, Ink Brush,” The blue foal points out, “I’m pretty sure this creature doesn’t have a penis.”

“H-She’s an angel Lighting Stroke,” Ink Brush insists, "They aren't supposed to have dicks.”

“What about pussies? Because I smell a vagina,” Stroke points out.

Megan gets to her feet and shivers from the cold. She gives and exhale making clouds in the air.

Spotting a trough of water, she walks up to it. The water was icy cold and she splashes her face with it even drinking a little.

“Angels have wings,” Stroke adds.

“Aren’t those supposed to be made of light?” Brush shakes his head, “How would you know if they are there? Yeah, she doesn’t have glowing wings but still look at those scars on her back. Maybe she’s a fallen angel.”

Megan found herself smiling that the conversation, even if it was about the whip marks the slave masters gave her so many years ago.

She peels back the bandage to look at her bullet wound.

“I fixed you up,” Brush boasted.

“You did a good job kid,” Megan pats the beaming pony on the head.

Finding her barding in the corner of the room, Megan slips into them. As she was putting on the tattered and stitched together jump suit the foals disappeared. Later the foals came back with some brown dry grass.

“What’s this?” Megan asks.

“Food,” Brush answers.

“I can’t eat that,” Megan told them.

“Well what do you eat?” Stroke asks.

Megan starts to list off.”Well fresh vegetables, fruits and berries, meat.” The foals flinched at the word ‘meat’. “But you really shouldn't run off.”

“Yes ma’am,” Brush replied.

“Let’s get a move on kids,” Megan picks up her gear.

“Where are you taking us?” Stroke asks.

“Junction Town has an orphanage ran but Fluttershy,” Megan explains.

“We are going to see Fluttershy?” Stroke wags his tail.

“Fluttershy is a bitch,” Brush snaps, “Why can’t we stay with you?”

Megan gets a smirk on her face. “You don’t want to question the angels now do you?”

Megan lies on her belly. Fluffy snowflakes fall on the field. A prairie dog is lined up in her rifle’s scopes.

“Miss angel, M-Megan,” Brush ask nervously more stuttering from the cold, “Can I shoot.”

Megan looked at the young pony then sighs.

“Okay but keep in mind if you don’t hit anything your lovely angel is going to starve tonight.” She told the pony.

The angel takes a moment to switch the safety on so she could attached the mouth trigger to the gun without it firing off.

Brush puts a chunk of leather in his mouth to protect his teeth.

“Now remember safety first,” Megan tells Brush.

“I’ve handle guns before,” Brush explains taking the leather out for a moment. “I never fired this kind.”

“Well this is a whole different beast then a shotgun.” The angel points out.

The young pony puts his mouth on the trigger and pokes his eye through the scope. Finding a target, he flips the safety off and pulls.

Blam!

All the prairie dogs scatter.

“Sorry, I missed, But I was close,” Brush tells Megan as he switched the safety back.

Megan shrugs as she pops a can of two hundred year old peaches.”Wait awhile a try again,” She stabs a half a lobe with a fork and takes a bite. “Remember to hold your breath before firing so not to shake your gun.”

A hideless ground squirrel with a stick throught it was roasting near a fire. When the meat cooked enough Megan pulls the stick out from the ground.

The two foals cuddled up against the woman with a large blanket covering the three of them.

Megan pulls a chunk of cooked muscle tissue off the animal and puts it in her mouth. Brush gives her a puppy dog look.

“You want a piece kid?” Megan asks.

Brush nods his head. Megan pulls a chunk of meat off. The little pony eats it out her hand.

“Can I have a piece too?” Stroke asks as Megan wipes the slobber onto her pants.

“I suppose you can,” The woman gives the small blue pony a chunk of meat as well this time placing it in the foal’s mouth.

Megan and the pony foals walked into Junction Town. Some of the ponies gave the humanoid a strange look. But she wasn’t the first upright creature they seen and certainly wouldn’t be the last. She was just one of the many oddities that showed up now and then.

“Megan?” Stroke speaks up, “Can we stay with you a bit longer?”

“Well I got to sell my gear,” Megan pats the pony on the head.

She had to get onto her knee to talk to the merchant pony face to face. After some negotiation, Megan sold the guns and ammo from the bandit ponies she killed plus the furs from the animals she had to kill for food.

“Megan?” A beautiful black pony with a bronze color song bird on her flank stops the angel.

“Velvet,” Megan greets with a smile, “How are you doing?”

“Oh, fine Calamity and I are going to have a foal by next spring,” Velvet answers.

“I thought you looked like you had a bun in the oven,” Megan smirked, “Breeding season ended a few months ago. So it’s not too surprising”

“Don’t get me started, when you got the itch you know? What are you going to do about it?” Velvet sighs, “Going into heat wasn’t an issue back in the Stables though, so the springs and summers over the years out here has been neh, taxing. I’ve been told it has to do with the sun light.”

Velvet sees the two foal’s behind Megan. “Who are these cuties?”

“Ink Brush and Lighting Stroke,” Megan explains foals I rescued from bandits. I’m going to give them to Fluttershy.”

“Oh dear,” Velvet gets a sad look, “Well I’ll let you go on your way.”

Megan lets the foals go off and play with the other orphans as she meets with Fluttershy.

“You could always adopt,” Fluttershy response to Megan’s look from watching the foals.

“What?” Megan snaps out of her trance.

“Adopt,” Fluttershy response, “Settle down, You have many useful skills you could do with those hands of yours.”

“No, they be…”

“Don’t give me that crap,” Fluttleshy snaps in her gentle tone, “A parent is a parent. I can tell you care for the foals.”

“I’m too broken to be a mother,” Megan sighs.

“Megan you are not broken, At least no more broken then the rest of us,” Fluttershy tells the woman, “You can’t find what you are looking for out there. You have a chance to take everything you need in front of you.”

“Sorry, I can’t,” Megan replied coldly.

Fluttershy sighs, “Very well, I’m not saying they will be here waiting for you, there are so many foals, so they most likely won’t be taken anytime soon if ever.”

“I understand,” Megan nods her head.

The foal’s angel walks up to them. They give her sad looks. There was a long silence between them.

As she was about to leave, Brush runs up and hugs her tears rolling down his cheeks. Stroke did the same.

“Come now,” Megan pets the ponies, “I have to leave, but I’ll be coming back again sooner or later.”

“You promise?” Stroke asks pleadingly.

Brush lets her go, allowing Megan to turn and walk away. She wipes tears away as she walks out of town with an orange sky above her.
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“To the alien among us, those who are not from this land, who are not ponies, but still strive to make the world better. Thank You, DJ Pon3 Homage signing out.”