Tales by Balefirelight (a Fallout: Equestria Group Collab)

Dance

by TundraStanza

As the radio played artificial strings and woodwinds, he shot a few times to the slower beat.  Meanwhile, she crossed the room while ducking and reloading her pistol.  Then, she took a few shots to the four notes of the woodwinds while he bent down to reload his small gun.  They stood somewhere near the center of the large ballroom.  But they did not look at each other. Rather, they stared directly passed each other, focusing on their respective far walls.

“So,” he initiated, “any particular reason you aren’t filling me with some of those holes?”

His hoof leaned back against hers while he fired a crippling shot at the approaching goon.

“My Pipbuck marked you as a friendly target,” she answered.

She twirled in place before putting that same goon out of its misery.

“Why aren’t you trying to blow my head off?” she asked.

“Same as you,” replied the stallion, “Apparently you’re a ‘friend’.”

They both rolled around a bit as a round of machine-gun pellets flew over their heads.

“How very curious,” commented the mare, “I don’t believe we’ve ever met before.”

Both ponies emptied their guns firing at the bothersome turret.  It exploded as the radio played an artificial brass section.  Reloading was a bit easier this time around without the loud machine gun.

“Perhaps these devices think we have something to gain by helping each other,” he suggested.

“Like what?” she pried.

He pulled the plug on a pineapple and bucked it over the tables.

“Need an explosives expert for something?” he asked.

“Well, I suppose I do,” she admitted. “Need a terminal hacker?”

“For at least four things,” he acknowledged.

The grenade blew up and tossed some guts into the farthest wall.  It also sent a rose flying down to be caught in the mare’s teeth.  She twisted it around to nibble at the petals.

“Care to dance a little longer?” she inquired.

“I’d love to,” he said with a smirk.