Fallout Equestria: Sins of Retribution

I was really beginning to hate being inside Stables. For places that were suppose to ensure the survival of ponies, I dont really think this was what the developers had in mind. the large spore creatures dragged our paralyzed bodies down the hallway and into one of the rooms.

"Recreational room? Is this where we're going to be playing all those fun games?" I asked sarcastically, originally not expecting an answer, but when I heard the intercom mare's gleeful giggles, I immediately regretted being such a smartass. Intestines were draped from the upper floor like streamers while the walls were decorated in multiple...Oh goddesses.

The walls were covered with various patches of fur, specifically the torn off cutiemarks from other ponies. "Like it? Thats what I call: the Wall of Fame! For all the good ponies that were the best at the game!" That was what happened to the good ponies?

"What happens to the ponies that are bad at the...games?" Scarlet asked quietly only to be answered with another creepy giggle.

"Who wants cupcakes!?!? I made them myself!" Immedatiately, three of her weird spore things crawled away and returned with a full platter of various colored cupcakes. They looked alright to me, nothing too out of the ordinary. A swirled topping of icing with both chocolate and vanila cake on the bottom. Though the fact some of the others were, strange colors was what had the others concerned. Of course, me being me; I snatched up one and took a bite, only to have the back of neck judo chopped by Juniper to cough it back up.

"Pffft! GAH! Thanks for the whiplash Juniper." I wheezed, smacking my lips to try and at least get a taste of what was left in my mouth. Again, I'm not exactly one to think first. Thankfully, the fact I wasnt paralyzed anymore (nor was Juniper apparently), meant that things were alright for now. If being held hostage by a psycho mare and her fungus monsters in a stable of horror could be considered alright.

"Well, they arent poisonous and they don't taste that bad." Dune muttered as he got to his feet. The mare clapped her hoofs together in applause over the intercom.

"Oh, do you mean it?" She giggled gleefully, Dune had begun to step closer towards the source of the voice.

"Of course, Ms..." He cocked his head and looked up at one of the corners in the room.

"Red Velvet" She chirped happily before Dune suddenly extended his wings and leaped at the corner, turning in mid air and bucking against the hidden intercom with his armored hoofs.

The sudden silence of their master apparently didn't bode to well with the fungus monsters as they snarled and lunged after Dune. Fortunately for us, we had the numbers in this brawl for once and immediately dog-piled onto the monsters and began to beat into them. I never realized that S.A.T.S worked with more than just guns, even with just my bare hoofs I was able to target vital sections of the creatures body. My first blow was a simple hoof stomp down on to the back of the creatures head, shuddering slightly as it let out a parting shriek when its neck and back of its skull crumpled like a clay vase.

"That should buy us some time, we need to get to the Overmare's office." Dune crushed the second spore creature's head underhoof. Sure enough, the wails and shrieks of an enraged psycho pony roared through the hallways from neighboring intercoms.

"The creatures weren't carrying our weapons. Do you think they just left them back at the entrance of the stable where we dropped them?" I looked back to Scarlet who gave me a shrug of her shoulders.

"Your guess is as good as ours Shamrock." She grimaced at the green mucus and brain matter that was glomped onto her hoof while the rest of us glanced down the hall to the sounds of crying and rage. We could take on two or three with just our hoofs, but who knew how many of these things were down here. Judging from the echoing chorus of nightmare fuel, I would guess more than I wanted to deal with right now.

"Agh! Get your grimy paws off me ya bloody putzes!" A new voice cawwed from down the dimmly lit corridor.

"Good, a distraction. Come on lets move." Dune waved is hoof for us to follow, only to have his tail yanked back by SpringBreeze and Juniper.

"We need to help them! We cant jus leave the buck to die!" Spring demanded and already began to run in the opposite direction of us and into the heart of the commotion. We charged into the second recreation room to find the distressed voice. It was a black gryphon with a white plume, practically twice my own size. He gripped a fungus monster in his claws and ripped it in half as the doors slammed shut behind us.

The mare' voice returned through the intercom, pleased to have us contained again and now with a new friend.
"All around the appletree, the griffon fought the robots! The gryphon thought all was fun POP!" A door within the room opened up and revealed a large turret pointed in our direction. The missile screeced through the makeshift arena and down the hallway towards us. Grazing just the tip of our tails as it impacted a few meters behind us. "Aw I missed...Oh well, guess you can play with him too! I'll give you guys some time to prepare! And remember to always have fun and die!"

"Why do I put myself in these situations?" I whimpered as a second door opened. Inside the small room, were all of our weapons as well as the weapons of our feathered friend. Up close I could see he was covered in scars, most of which seemed to be fresh. The most disturbing of these wounds however were his wings, the tips of his wings had been clipped in half.

"So, which one of you is first?" The griffon snarled, raising his talons to us before another missile grazed by us and erupted on the side of the wall. The blast shook the entire room and knocked most of us to the floor as the rest of the doors opened to let in numerous security bots. Each had an arsenal of weapons, from saw blades to magical energy cannons and flamethrowers.

"How about we take care of those then figure out who to kill afterwards big guy?" I offered as energy beams seared the air around us. I quickly grabbed the All-Equestrian and dove behind a knocked over pool table. By now we had all been separated behind various forms of cover from the out of control machines. Already I could smell the table I was behind slowly begin to burn and melt from the constant barrage of magical energy. I slipped a magazine into my carbine and quickly popped my head over the top and slid into S.A.T.S. "Well, they are hitting these things, but not exactly killing them." I gave a frustrated shout as the bullets pinged harmlessly off their armor.

"Aim for the cogitator, right by the neck! If you destroy the cogitator they will go haywire!" Juniper shouted from across the room. One of her energy rifles beams managed to pierce through the small wiring just below the head of the robot, causing it to spin and spark out of control before finally bursting into flames and shrapnel.

"Or just punch them really, really hard!" The griffon shouted, his talons were covered in sparking metal gloves that ripped clean through one of the Securitron's chest like tissue paper. So glad he was on our side, at least for the time being. My shifted attention however, ended up being rewarded with a column of fire launched at my side.

Have you ever been on fire before? I suggest you don't try it, its not fun in any way shape or form. I let out a blood curdling shriek as I rolled across the metal floor, my barding and flesh, roasting together to form an un-pleasant odor that made my nose cringe. I suddenly felt the fire begin to dissipate from my body as I looked up at the ceiling. Apparently my combusted body was enough to set off the fire alarms within the stable.

Our ears perked up and turned to the loud creaking noise of all the doors opening up. Every form of robot and spore creature had been released from their containment when the doors were unlocked, along with the door out of here.

"NO! YOU CANT LEAVE! YOU WILL NEVER GET OUT! NEVER! I'LL SPLAY YOUR GUTS ACROSS THE FLOOR FOR MY CUPCAKES!" Splay our....? Oh goddesses, that was what's inside of those things?!?!? I would have thrown up had I not been whisked away through the door by Scarlet.

"Come on! Let's get out of here!" She shouted, as the Griffon cleared a path down the hallways.

"The Overmare's office is this way! Move!" He shouted, flapping his clipped wings to give himself a small boost as he lunged into the next securitron.

"Are you sure?" Spring Breeze gave a skeptical glance to him. We had run into a stairway that lead downward. Into water.

"Afraid of a little water?" He asked looking back as a Securitrons voice began to echo from down the hallway.

"You are violating a security zone, use of lethal force is imminent"

"y-yes." She murmured, taking a step back. "I can't swim." The Securitrons drew closer and closer towards us, already beginning to ignite their flamethrowers.

"We can fight them. Then find another way out of here." Dune stepped in front of Spring Breeze as the griffon simply sighed and turned to the water.

"Your funerals." He quickly dove in along with Juniper. The robots continued to repeat their warnings as they grew in numbers and closed the distance. Then, I found myself doing something I never thought I would ever do. I jumped into the water, pulling Scarlet in along with me who in return grabbed hold of Dune in surprise. I opened my eyes just in time to see the wall of flames engulf Spring Breeze, her muffled screams warped through the murky water of the stable, her body writhing around in pain before finally stopping. She was actually dead...the first time I thought she had died, everything was so chaotic I couldn't really comprehend what had happened, but now? I felt like I had all the time in the world to soak it all in.

I was snapped back into reality as I was plucked from the water by a large claw, the rest of the group had found a small air pocket in one of the flooded rooms. Everyone was silent. At least up until Dune suddenly emerged and lashed out at the griffon.

"This is all your fucking fault! You fucking left her to die!" He screeched at the top of his lungs before being restrained by all 3 of us. The griffon simply shrugged.

"It isn't his fault Dune! Calm down!" I pleaded, holding him back with my hoofs as he suddenly turned and shoved me up against a wall.

"You're right, this is your fault! I should have just fucking killed you when I had the chance! Maybe then she would have still be alive! Maybe then, I wouldn't have been pulled under by you!" He hissed angrily, tears beginning to well in his eyes. He was right...she was dead because of me. I had left her to die, because of my cowardice. One of my friends was now dead...

Dune was once again yanked away as the griffon shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the water again. "First off, call me Scorched. Second, fight less and swim more. This pocket of air isn't going to last us much longer so take a deep breath and lets go find the bitch that brought us all here in the first place." Without a word to one another we all took one final breath and dove back under the water.

Whenever we get to the Overmare's office, you can bet. There will be blood.

Footnote: Level Up.

New Perk Hit the deck: reduced damage from explosions