Two weeks, two weeks of torture, rape and sadness. Twilight had been put through most of her worst nightmares in two weeks, a majority of them even in the first day. The first thing she woke up to after the first night was a chain round her neck and a small metal ring around her horn that held little canisters of what she could only assume was that Phenobarbital stuff that caused her magic not to work. The chain was tied to the post of the bed and was about two and a half meters long, allowing her to walk around a majority of the room but not exit it. For hours she had cried, curled up in a ball as far away from the bed as she could get without throttling herself. At about midday, if the clock on the wall was accurate, Rampant came into the room carrying a tray with lots of assorted items. Among these items was: An assortment of plants, a few small boxes with writing on them, a few small plastic bottles with what looked like water in, some cooked meat on sticks and what appeared to be blood packs. He then walked over to the center of the room, sat down and placed the tray in front of himself. He then gestured Twilight to move over to him and sit in front of him, causing Twilight to flinch and try and get further away. He then pulled out another of those L shaped devices and pointed it at a sleeping spike and then gestured for Twilight to sit in front of him again.

“Sit down here or Spike ends up with a hole through his head.” Rampant said harshly, making Twilight hurry to get up and trot over to him and sit down facing him and the tray. “Good, now I want to know what your race can eat and what his can as well” he said while holstering the weapon.

“Um, we are an omnivorous race but we really don’t like meat, so can you please not give me meat.” Twilight said quietly, she then turned to Spike. “He can eat anything as well but has less of an aversion to meat considering his race usually doesn’t care for the sentience of other creatures.”

Rampant had written all this down and looked like he was trying to work something out. He then wrote another few things down quickly and placed down his clipboard.

“Okay Twilight, I need you healthy so that you don’t end up dying until I decide that you have filled your purpose.” When he said that it made Twilight want to cry, but she stopped herself. “Which is why I need you to have a balanced diet, I can get you your vitamins and carbs easily from the old world foods and plants we can find around the ruins, but the Protein is going to be a bit difficult. Since Spike doesn’t have an aversion to meat he can have that, but you will have to drink this.” He then lifted up the blood pack and held it in front of Twilight. This caused her to almost throw up at the fact that she had to drink blood like some kind of vampony to survive.

“That’s horrible!” Twilight shouted with a disgusted face, causing Rampant to scowl and point at her with his free hand.

“You don’t have a say in the matter, so you better drink these or I’ll gut Spike and wear him as a jacket, you understand?” Rampant said seriously, making Twilight nod her head feverishly. “Good” With that he placed all the items on the tray onto the floor and took the tray with him out the door.

“Twilight?” Came the small voice of spike as his head raised up from inside his cage. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m fine.” Twilight said tiredly. “We have food, so let me just bring the cage down to floor level” She then got up and trotted over to the shelf and grabbed the cage that Spike was in and pulled it down off of the shelf and dragged it over to the center of the room. After the cage was placed close enough to the food for Spike to grab through the bars, she sat on her haunches and picked up a piece of the plant that Rampant had brought in. It looked fairly like and Agave fruit, which Twilight had never tried but had read a bit on it. Apparently it was inedible to most mammals but was found to be edible to a majority of the equine family, which was why it was widely grown in Zebrica and in the hot areas like Dodge Junction. Twilight hesitantly bit into the Agave and found it to be rather tough but also quite sweet.

Spike was in similar situation with the meat in front of him. Twilight had given him meat from time to time as it was still necessary for his diet, but he had never eaten meat cooked like this. Most of the time Twilight had stewed it with vegetables and spices so that it would last a long time in the fridge and so that she wouldn’t have to cook it too often. He picked up the small thin stick with his claws and pulled it through the bars, where he could sit comfortably. Slowly, he brought the meat up to his mouth and took a small bite out of it, chewing it slowly as if to test to see if it was edible. He found that it wasn’t as tasty as flavorful as when he had eaten meat in the stews, but it still had its benefits. For one thing, it had a slight charred taste which reminded Spike of fire rubies, as well as that though it also had a different flavor to it which spike had never tasted before. All together Spike found it rather enjoyable to eat, along with a small bottle of water to wash it down, he was rather satisfied with his meal if nothing else.

Twilight was having less luck with her meal, and while the Agave had been nice, and the small dry cake from one of the boxes was okay when washed down with water, it was the last thing she needed to have that was causing her unrest. When Spike looked over at Twilight he saw her holding a bag of what appeared to be blood in her hooves with a straw like tube leading out of it.

“What’s that for?” Spike asked curiously. Having been asleep when Rampant had brought it in, he didn’t realize what it was for. “What did Rampant want you to do with a bag of blood?”

“He wants me to drink it.” Responded Twilight as she pushed it around in her hooves. “He says that there is no other source of protein around unless I decide to eat meat instead.” Twilight then turned to Spike who was wearing an expression of confusion on his face.

“It sounds like he wants you to be healthy. Why?” Spike questioned. This made Twilight take on a panicked expression for a bit before giving Spike a Strained smile.

“It’s probably nothing to worry about, maybe he doesn’t want to be a bad host.” Twilight offered weakly. Spike was obviously not buying it but relented anyway.

“If he wanted to be a good host he wouldn’t keep me in a cage.” Spike said with a huff, folding his arms and scowling.

“Yeah” Twilight said before sighing and leaning against the bed post and looking up at the ceiling. Twilight then lowered her head and looked at the blood bag in front of her and pulled it into her hooves. She then rotated it until the straw was facing her mouth. “Well, bottoms up.” Twilight said with a smile that carried no happiness. She then scrunched her eyes shut and placed the straw in her mouth and sucked, waiting to get and onslaught of horrible tastes that would make her… Twilight opened her eyes as the red liquid entered her mouth. Swirling the liquid round her mouth for a few seconds before swallowing, she let he straw fall out of her mouth and looked at Spike was was staring with an expectant face.

“So how is it?” Spike asked with a wave of his claw, gesturing for Twilight to respond.

“It’s not that bad actually, tastes like holding her door handle in your mouth.” Twilight said with a hint of surprise in her mouth. “If this is a blood pack from the humans then they must have high iron content in their blood.” Twilight then put the straw back in her mouth and continued to drink more of it.

The days in the vault were spent in mostly boredom for Twilight and Spike for the first few days. Rampant had brought one or two books and magazines for them at their request, in return for any scientific knowledge that Twilight could give. The nights, though, were nightmarish for both Twilight and Spike. They were horrible for Twilight because of Rampant’s brutal rape and abuse of her small body. For Spike it was because of the fact that even with his eyes closed and his claws over his ears he could still hear Twilights cries of agony.

After the first three nights, Twilight had begged Spike to be placed in another room during her nightly torment. Rampant had compromised by placing Spike in the adjoined bathroom while it happened, though in return he got more violent with his efforts of pleasure for himself and pain for Twilight.

After a particularly brutal night, Twilight pleaded for some way to help alleviate the pain that Rampant had caused. Rampant had then left the room and came back a few minutes later with a box of small needles and said that these would alleviate the pain but that they caused addiction. When Twilight read the box she saw that it was morphine which she knew was a powerful painkiller and thanked Rampant, to which he only shrugged saying that he wanted her to be healthy and not feeling as if she was at deaths door.

The days turned to weeks and the treatment of Twilight only got worse and worse. Her treatment during the day had stayed roughly the same, but it was the nights that got far worse has they days went by. She had become addicted to the Morphine, constantly needing it’s affects to keep the pain at bay and to keep her sanity. She had also developed a craving for the blood bags that she was provided with at meal times. The only time she ever was happy was when she was talking with Spike, and even though she had to put on a brave face for him, it was his continued safety that kept her going and not just deciding to end it all.

During the days Twilight had been reading the books and magazines the she had been given from cover to cover, over and over again until she had knowledge of how almost everything in this worked at a basic level. She learnt that the weapon that Rampant often used to threaten either Twilight or Spike was called a pistol and it was a form of gun that was handheld. The model that Rampant used was a highly modified 223. Pistol with an extended barrel, laser sight and a small scope. She had also played around with her Pipboy and discovered what her Stats were. Her S.P.E.C.I.A.L.’s were as follows:

Strength: 4
Perception: 6
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 6
Luck: 3

And while she was a little disappointed with her strength and endurance, she could hardly doubt that the luck Statistic was correct considering her luck. After checking her S.P.E.C.I.A.L.’s she checked her skills to see what she had. They were as follows:

Energy Weapons: 14
Explosives: 14
Guns: 29
Melee Weapons: 10
Unarmed: 10
Barter: 28
Lockpick: 19
Medicine: 32
Repair: 32
Science: 47
Sneak: 19
Speech: 43
Survival: 15

Thanks to the books she had read and the tags that the Pipboy had prompted her to choose (which were guns, science and speech) she had a few fairly high Skills and a majority of them 15 or above. She then chose two traits that embodied her well. She chose the Good Natured trait and the Small Frame trait which both changed her Skills and also changing her S.P.E.C.I.A.L. stats, and while these traits had their pros they also had cons. The Good Natured trait added +5 to her Barter, Medicine, Repair, Science and Speech skills, while also taking -5 to her Energy Weapons, Explosives, Guns, Melee Weapons, and Unarmed skills.

Twilight had mostly kept her knowledge of magic to herself since Rampant couldn’t use magic, and if he did, he could find a way to Equestria which was not good. The ring on her horn was still holding back her magic because of the poison it held. Twilight could tell that if she exerted enough magical force hen she could probably break the ring and force the poison out of her horn, but that would require huge amounts of magic which would probably end up with her unconscious, and that meant putting her and Spike at risk. So she submitted to her treatment in hopes of another opportunity presenting itself, and allowing her and Spike to leave this wretched place.

It had been sixteen days since Twilight and Spike had been brought to Vault 3, and Twilight was close to breaking point. Her treatment was horrifying at this point, her days had not changed much but her nights became waking nightmares. She was usually up all night due to either Rampant himself or because of the pain and damage that he had done. It got to the point that even the morphine she was taking was having trouble dulling the pain, and the only two things that ever brought her happiness were Spike and the blood bags, which had sort of become a luxury of sort for her. She had eventually stopped holding up her strong façade for Spike and had broken down while hugging herself as close to the cage that he resided in as possible. He had just softly rubbed his claws over her fur over and over, saying that everything would be okay and other hollow, yet reassuring statements.

Twilight was leaning against the wall next to Spike when Rampant came rushing into the room with Dan, Lloyd and a few other Fiends. He rushed over to his bed and pushed it aside to reveal a large safe built into the floor, which he opened after inserting a key, and pulled out a bag of his pills and a few boxes of ammo for his gun. He also reached down into the bottom of the safe and Twilight heard a clicking sound, causing a panel in the wall to open up revealing a cave-like tunnel.

“Dan and Lloyd, you’re with me.” Rampant said with an authoritative tone. “Scarlet, you and Mark will grab as much supplies from my room and the supply closet, then joining us.” The two Fiends nodded their heads, grabbed the two sacks that Rampant was holding out for them and dashed out the room. Rampant then turned to the last Fiend. “Cray, you stay here and keep an eye on these two until Scarlet and Mark get back, at which point kill the furry one then the small one and follow after us.” Rampant then left with Dan and Lloyd in tow through the tunnel.

Twilight sat there with a wide eyed expression as the Fiend called Cray sat in front of them on the edge of the bed. Pointing his 10mm at Twilights head.

“Yur a cutie” He said, his tone carrying no kindness and only malice and lust. Twilight audible gulped once he had said that. “Ah’ think the boss was being selfish, keepin’ you all to imself an’ all.” He then got up, skulked over to Twilight, grabbed her by the chain round her neck and threw her onto the bed forcefully. “I think it’s only fair that ah’ get a turn wid’ ya.” Holding Twilight down, he proceeded to get undressed and force himself onto her viciously. While Rampant had been brutal in his onslaughts, he had never been this bad and he had always given Twilight a full 16 or so hours to try and recover. Cray was not as forgiving as that though. He had pulled out a knife and was making small cuts all over Twilight as he raped her, hitting her ferociously as well.

Unlike all the other times, Spike had not seen what had happened during the nights. He had heard it all right but he never knew what exactly was going on and seeing is mother being brutally abused like this made rage boil inside of him. He charged at the side of his cage forcefully causing it to tumble off of the shelf and fall to the floor. The impact caused the bars on the cage to bend slightly and one or two of them fall out of position. Using these bent and broken bars, Spike managed to force himself out of his miniature prison and force himself up onto his hind legs. Turning towards Cray, he charged at him as fast as he could and leaped up onto the dresser that sat on the end of the bed then onto Cray’s back, latching on with his claws causing Cray to yell in pain. As Cray tried to get spike off of his back he fell off of the bed, allowing Twilight a short respite. When he had finally managed to get Spike off of his back he threw him savagely against the wall, causing Spike to yelp in pain.

Twilight snapped. All the anger, hate, torment, sorrow and pain that had built up over the last two and-a-bit weeks finally boiled over at the sight of her injured son. Her horn glowed bright white as pure magic coursed through it, sending the metal ring everywhere in the form of molten slag. She then grabbed Cray in her telekinetic field and slammed him against the wall, causing him to hack up blood. As he fell to the floor, Twilight teleported in front of him and delivered two powerful blows to his knees, shattering them immediately and causing Cray to scream in pain. Pinning him against the wall, she then grabbed the knife that he had used on her and started hacking away at his arms and legs messily, blood splattering against her enraged face. Twilight then pulled out his 10mm pistol and unloaded all of its shot into his lower body and slowly snaking its way up his body. Finally after she had unloaded the entire clip of bullets, she grabbed cray’s head in her telekinetic grip and ripped it in two.

Twilight’s glowing eyes slowly reverted back to normal and her mane drifted down lazily. Just as she was about to pass out she turned to her right to see a tall figure standing in the doorway, They wore a sleeveless duster with Kevlar armour underneath, a dark brown leather hat with a red ring just above the brim and a metal mask over there mouth and nose. Their eyes were wide in shock as they stared at a blood covered Twilight. Just as Twilight’s eyes started to close and she collapsed on the floor she heard one young male voice shout.

“TWILIGHT!”

Author's Note

Those stats took ages to get done.

Relevant Mods:

Weapon Mods Expanded - WMX

Toodaloo for now.