Fallout New Vegas....with Ponies

      Me, and my new crew walked into The Tops casino I know nothing about gambling, but what's the point? I own Vegas for crying out loud, but I needed to cheer these two up....quickly. "I'm gonna have to pat you two down...security purposes." said one of the employes at the door.

      "No need they're with me." I said, and lead the girls to the exchange corner, and gave them each fifty caps. "Give these to the man for chips, and have some fun down at the casino area. I'll be in Westside if you need me."

"Where's Westside?" Pinkie asked....wow she finally talked!

      "Here I'll show you" I then handed her a map of Vegas, and the surrounding area "If anyone tries to cause trouble point your guns at them...if they're smart they'll turn and run if not....pull the trigger back." I told her she nodded, and walked off with Rainbow. As I walked away I thought Its a start...

Pinkies POV

      Rainbow, and I were at the exchange station getting they're chips. I thought it might be...fun to maybe gamble, explore you know the usual....but I couldn't even bring myself to smile....what those....things did to me couldn't be removed by any amount of booze, poker chips, or hugs....only time could mend those wounds. Back on topic! We just put up our fifty caps when we heard noise outside, and a man in what looked like a metal bug style of armor walked in with five guys to each side of him each wearing the same armor as him, and wielding fancy looking guns with some green tubes sticking out of them. "Attention citizens!" yelled the man "I come with news....The Enclave are now in The Mojave! And soon you will all be....." he was cut off when one of the workers in the casino shouted at him.

      "Get out you bum!" yelled the casino worker who then chuckled to himself. The bug armor men made a growling sound, and stomped out of the casino. RD, and I finally could get to gambling. I decided to try Blackjack, and I won back five times my original caps! I'll admit this was fun, and it wasn't helping largely...but it was a start. I was scooping up my latest winnings when I heard my stomach growl.

      "Dashie wanna get something to eat?" I asked my rainbow maned mare friend.

"Sure" she said getting up from the blackjack table, and grabbing her remaining twenty chips, and I grabbed my several hundred, and followed.

New Vegas Clinic The Couriers POV

      "So Doc you think you can squeeze in one of my friends for a quick therapy session?" I asked Dr. Usanagi at the New Vegas medical clinic outside New Vegas. I lied about going to Westside, but it was important the pink one (Pinkie is her name I think) obviously has some mental problems, and she is obviously traumatized....I just know okay! You would to after getting shot in the head...twice....in a row..it tends to knock a few screws loose.

      "I don't see why not....that strength implant doing you good?" Usanagi asked as she scribbled Pinkies appointment down. "I'd like to know if it's not working, or malfunctioning."

"It's doing just fine...better actually." I answered "Something buggered up with the programming, but somehow it made me even stronger! I can nearly punch clean through tesla armor now!" I was thrilled when the implant messed up...in a good way. Not sure how it happened maybe the over use of Pshycos last year? Who knows.

      "Well that's new.....can I have a look at it sometime? I'd like to see if I can replicate it's seemingly upgraded state, and use it to...in theory...allow the permenately crippled to move once again!" Usanagi asked me eyes gleaming with excitement. Now she had just recently started thinking she could solve the recent increase I'm perma-cripples using strength implants....only hers aren't strong enough.

      "Sure....as long as you don't sell them willy nilly....hate to imagine of those Enclave wannabes got their hands on them,.." I shivered at the thought. These men acclaiming to be enclave were actualy just some guys trying to use the Enclave name to get what they want,,.,were they dangerous...yes....were they a threat to me? Possibly. Were they very bright. Extremely. Was I worried...F**K NO!

      "Why would I do that? Do I look stupid?" she asked, and I mearly shook my head to say 'No' "Good now I'll see you shortly after your friends appointment to check out your augmentation...sound good?"

       "Yep...see you later then," I said spinning on my heels and walking out tugging my duster as it was a little loose. I grabbed this thing form my home before heading to Doctor Usanagi it's casual, and protective...I liked it. On the back was the symbol of the old world. A big star in a circle of smaller stars signifying the old world (I'm saying that a lot aren't I?). Got it from a now dead courier named Ullesys back when I was working for Mr. House...before I blew him up with a 40mm grenade of course, and took Vegas for myself.

      It had a bunch of pouches, and containers on the armored chest peice as well, and I've been keeping it in great condition. I didn't usually use the things I found or used in The Divide....to many bad memories, but I was putting it behind me....more or less. As an example I now had my unique .357 Lucky on my hip, and my hunting shotgun on my back. My spiked knuckles were adorning my fists, and my disassembled AMR was stored in various places on my person. I grabbed my pack from the ground by the door, and swung it onto my shoulder checking the floor for anything that may have fallen out...nothing did so I adorned my pack, and walked away my pack making a 'clink' noise with each step.

Vegas Strip Pinkies POV

      Oh....my....sweet...CELESTIA! I loved Party-Time Mentats they were candy....THAT MADE YOU SMART, AND FUN! Sure the man at the counter said they were highly addicting I was disregarded his warning, and downed a whole tin! A decission I regretted later, but loved at the time. I was just as jumpy as I usually was, and the look on Dashies face....made me smile! She looked so happy that I was happy so it's like double happy, but really it was because my happy....was I rambling? Anyway back to the story. We were just sitting on a bench out on the strip eating some Fancy Lad Snack cakes, and talking. The PTM was wearing off, and I was feeling sluggish, and a little depressed again. I was about to take another when a hand snatched them away. I looked up about to get angry, but I saw the man whom I was told to call The Courier chuck the tin away.

      "Didn't your mother ever tell you 'Don't do drugs unless it's to save your life?'" he said obviously glaring from behind his sunglasses. I also took note of his new outfit. A duster with an armored chest lined with pouches, and containers. "Were did you get those anyway? I thought I banned them in Vegas."

      "A man in The Tops gave me them....said I looked down, and those would help." I said "What's the big deal anyway?" As soon as I said that I could feel the anger coming off him.

"What's....the..big deal....THE BIG DEAL IS IVE SEEN FRIENDS NEARLY DIE JUST SO THEY COULD GET ANOTHER DOSE OF THOSE DEMON PILLS THEY CALLED PARTY TIME MENTATS.......I don't want to see that....ever....ever again.." he finished his anger gone now replaced by a deep sadness I've only came across a few times....it wasn't a fun thing that's for sure.

My POV

      I hadn't thought about Carren in a while. She was more commonly known as The Lone Wanderer, but back in her Vault due to her obsession with twinkles the other kids called her Carren Von Twinkie. It stuck, and now that's what she goes by. I guess I surprised the memory so far back I forgot, but now it was back....

Flashback My POV

      There I was 10 years younger, and still drop dead handsome. I was wearing a set of T-51b power armor a scoped laser rifle, with a dual beam splitter rested in my armored hands as a young girl aroun 19 tried to pick a lock to a door behind me. "Any luck with the door?" I asked my friend checking my Pip-boy for hostiles. We were in some random building in the middle of the Capital Wasteland trying to get into it's basement.

      "Nah it's too stuborn.....maybe another PTM will help." said the girl I knew as Carren reaching into her bag. She was wearing a armored vault 101 jumpsuit, a 10mm SMG rested on her hip.

      "Carren you really shouldn't be using so many....you know how bad they are in high dosage, and your first hasn't even worn off yet!" I answered seeing no hostiles on my map, and turning to face my blonde haired companion.

      "It'll be fine I haven't died from them yet have I?" said my buddy "And if I did Dogmeat will probably just hunt down whoever sold them to me....he's loyal like that." she said scencerely scratching her canine companion Dogmeat behind the ears receaiving a lot of tail wagging.

      "Yet is the big word here" I said "when your not on the things you can't even count past two! How will you cope when you run out?" I asked her, and she just looked at the floor. "As I thought you didn't think this through." I walked up to her "You can quit now just throw them down that hallway, and don't go to retrieve them....trust me it's hard but worth it in the long run." I used to have been addicted to Pshycos a while back, but I eventually got help, and quit....good thing too because one more Pshyco so close to the other like I'd been doing would've killed me!

      She breathed in as she grabbed the colorful tin of pills. She looked at it her arm shaking slightly as she drew her arm back, but she couldn't do it she popped it open and downed half the tin before I smacked it out of her hand. "What the heck man!" She said reaching for them only for me to stop her. She took this as a provocation drawing her 10mm SMG, and unloading a mag into my armored chest achieving minimal damage, and drawing her Chinese officers sword, and rushing me. Dogmeat stayed back....for once....that's new. I just lashed out with my fist striking her arm holding the sword hearing a crack, and watching the blade fall to the ground as she clutched her arm screaming on pain.

      "You didn't have to do that you know" I told her "you just had to chuck the tin." she looked up tears in her eyes. Then slumped over this made Dogmeat very protective not letting me near her to check if she was ok, but I had a tranquilizer so I subdued him, and approached my unconsious friend.

      After checking her I concurred that the PTMs were causing a sort of shut down of the brain, and this made me panic. I was rummaging through my pack like a mad man busting out chems, and other medical supplies hoping to save her.....luckily I had just what I needed,.....

Present day My POV

      I had been relaying them my flashback, and Pinkie looked horrified looking down at a lone pill on the concrete, and chucking it away. "Thanks for the warming Greggie." she said Phase one complete!