Fallout Equestria: Bloodlust

"When all you have loved and fought for is destroyed, can you ever truly be the same?"

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The streets of Hoofington were dark and dreary. We coughed and pain immediately set in. We looked down, through our coughs, at the large ‘X’ in the center of our chest. The scar would never heal, nor would the damage to our body, the pink cloud ensured that. There were sharp stones and shrapnel all over the ground, these streets needed to be maintained properly.

We stopped, company was about to arrive. The beating of hooves against the broken concrete streets signaled the arrival of several ponies. All of them had crazed and desperate looks in their eyes. Their eyes were fixed on an object that we wore around our neck.

“Ye bes’ be handin’ over tha’ there necklace.”

We clutched the necklace tightly to our scarred chest. “Did you hear that? They’re trying to take Luna away from us. We can’t allow that, can we?”

We let go of the necklace, and lifted up our front leg. “Nether Scene: Bloodbath.”

The stones and the shrapnel on the ground shot out, gouging and ripping the ponies apart. Their screams of pain filled the streets. We smiled as blood was splattered upon my cloak. We began humming a little tune.

“Poor little enemies, ripped apart. I see your liver, where is your heart?”

We trotted past the bodies of the ponies. Leaving the living ones to suffer a slow death. Our objective was the tavern at the end of the road, ‘Dead Pony’s Inn.’ We knew if anypony would know about the tremors, they would be here. Even in the far north, that inn is infamous for both their dangerous customers, and being a place for exchanging information.

We groaned quietly as we entered the tavern, “Don’t draw attention to ourselves, Lust. Yeah, yeah Blood, I know.”

We could feel the stares of many ponies upon us, it made our blood boil. We trotted over to the bar and took a seat next to a rather large pony. The whole establishment was filled with noise. The bartender trotted up to us.

“Ain’t never seen ya ‘round here ‘fore stranger. I hope ya’ll won’t be causing trouble.” he warned.

We smiled though it wasn’t visible through our mask, cheerily replying. “No need to worry about us sir, we won’t cause any trouble. Unless we are threatened.”

The bartender nodded wearily, “Can I get ya anythin’ fella?”

“A Raspberry Schnapps. With a shot of cranberry flame. If you don’t have that, then just a whiskey will do.”

He nodded and began mixing our drink. (Really Blood? A cranberry flame? I am not some prissy pussy, a Raspberry Schnapps has no kick whatsoever.)

We felt a hoof on our shoulder, and a deep booming voice sounded “My boss over there doesn’t like pussies with masks. Take it off.”

We sighed, “Blood, it seems conflict is unavoidable. It seems that way, Lust.”

Our Nether infused elbow delivered a killing blow to the pony touching us. His throat was completely crushed. The bar went silent, save for the sound of stomping against the floor. We got out of our seat and turned to face our annoying enemy. He was a scar riddled earth pony with a bionic leg. He was certainly buff, but that wouldn’t save him from us.

“Ye mus’ really be lookin’ fer an early death.” He said swinging at me.

We caught the blow with our hoof, effortlessly. We caught more of the large stallion’s blows, but we outclassed him in both size and power. He was only about to our shoulder, despite him being the largest pony in the bar.

We caught another blow, and this time we counterattacked. “Nether Impact: Shatter.”

The large stallions’ arm bent in all directions. He let out an agony-filled scream. We then kicked out his knees, bending them the wrong direction. He collapse on the ground in agony, and we loved every second of it. (Luna, can we protect Equestria now? *Please let us protect them!* Please don’t let them die!)

We sat on top of the collapsed pony, grasping his throat. “Let us give you a taste of our pain. We will not tolerate any hinderance.”

Our free hoof bashed against his skull. His head began bleeding slightly. We hit him again, harder this time. Then a third, then a fourth, again and again we bashed his skull. We began laughing while we bashed his head in. We kept hitting it until his brains covered our hoof.

We stood up after we were satisfied, many of the ponies in the bar were now wore very concerned looks on their faces. Many had drawn, or had a hoof rested on their guns.

We chuckled lightly, “We won’t hurt you. Unless you threaten us.”

With that, we turned around and returned to our seat. The bar returned to its noisy state, but now there were murmurs and whispering. The bartender didn’t seem fazed by what had just happened, our drink was set in front of us.

“Sir, I should jus’ warn ya now, that was the head of the Green Scorpion faction ya jus’ took out.” He lazily informed us.

We lifted up our mask, revealing our closed eyes, and cheshire smile. “We appreciate the warning, but we aren’t concerned. We are looking for a mare.”

“A mare eh? What’s ‘er name?”

We chuckled again, “Nightshade.”

Just like that, the bar went silent. The Bartender nervously whispered: “Th-the bandit lord?”

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*Level Up! New Perk Unlocked: Unstable

**You are mentally insane and unnerve those who you come in contact with. It doesn't hurt that you are a monster-sized pony. You gain  +15% increase to your Intimidation skill.