Fallout Metro at Dark

“Well? Have anything to say for yourself? Should we start by explaining how it’s not alright to lock Hunter in a room with you?! He doesn’t like to be alone with mares! He gets scared!”

“Get out of my face, or am I going to have to smack a bitch.” Bombshell sneered at the earth pony.

“Women.”

“Huh?” Blaze looked over at me in confusion.

“Mares/Women, same thing.” I reminded him with a nonchalant shrug.

“Oh yeah.” Blaze nodded along scratching his beak with a talon idly.

“Girls, girls, there is no reason to fight. We are all on the same side.” I said trying to stop the pointless squabble where Bonesaw thought she owned me somehow which she didn’t and it was very annoying. I would brush off her advancements because they made me uncomfortable. I tried to see her as a fluffy friendly companion like my good old dog, and not some sort of warm cushion where I could stick my dick inside for comfort. Even if my brain wanted me to do her like some sort of fleshlight. I would stand my ground and say no to fucking little horse creatures. It took a real man to have restraint when under temptation.

I had honor and a duty to uphold! The protection of all inhabitants of the metro. A loophole it would seem when these pony creatures as well as griffon were sentient. Making me wonder if I should be protecting them as well and not be fighting them as well as starting trouble like how I had at that Nazi checkpoint. Then again I was fighting for my weapons that were stolen. It would be scummy for me to try and justify my actions. By saying I was doing it for the ponies who were abducted from their station and held prisoner. I didn’t even think twice about them. Even as we narrowly escaped there was nothing I could do.

Leaving them all to suffer the fate of the communists. To be used as fodder to their numbers. A horrific tale for them. It would only make me guilty thinking of their fates. And perhaps my mind may exaggerate their trials so I decided against it.

“Are we on the same side? Because clearly she wants me dead!” Bonesaw threw an accusing hoof Bombshell’s way to which the Nazi Officer nodded in comfirmation.

“She’s not wrong. I wanted her dead for sleeping with Hunter.” Bombshell let it slip. “That's not the proper way of conducting things.” She sounded disgusted. “Even as Nazis we have standards tsk.”

Blaze’s head shot towards me faster than I would have liked. Both of our gazes met, “She raped me.” I told him flat out not wanting him to jump out at me like some lurker jumping out of one of its burrows.

“She raped you?” Blaze said blankly.

‘Uh oh that can’t be good’ I thought as I readied myself going stiff as a board getting ready to react if he jumped.

“I wouldn’t use the ‘R’ word.” Bonesaw said with a nervous shrug. “More like teased…”

Bombshell wasn’t having her bullshit. “She was dripping some of Hunter’s fluids out from between her legs, she even had small puddles. I saw it drip little milky drops like out of some busted pipe.”

‘Come on you didn’t have to describe it like that’ I cringed at her description. It almost sounded childish for her to describe it so oddly.

“Can we not talk about it?” I was both disgusted and ashamed to be bested by a pony. As a man some of my pride was killed that fateful day. Fucking an animal… I fear I may never live it down.

“How was it?” Blaze asked skeptically, crossing his talons across his chest not looking impressed all of a sudden.

“Huh?” Both me and Bonesaw said at the same time both looking utterly surprised by his demeanor.

“You heard me, how was it?” He inquired.

“Well-” Bonesaw began before I cut her off.

“Whatever happened between me and her is no one else’s concern. Just know it was against my will.”

“Yeah, it’s just between the two of us.” Bonesaw then changed her tune looking rather smug. “Though he does have a weird looking penis.”

The train cart went quiet as both Blaze and Bombshell looked towards me with curiosity.

Instinctively I held my hands over my crotch. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Just curious… no homo.” Blaze quickly added.

“Weird? How weird?” Bombshell asked Bonesaw with a raised brow.

“Oh! Wouldn’t you like to know?! Say shouldn’t you already know?! Weren’t you and Hunter doing it in your room?!”

“Doing what?” Bombshell looked confused. “Me and Hunter were simply throwing a book at each other.” She explained rationally.

“Sure you were.” Bonesaw bumped her muzzle against the unicorns. Holding a suspicious glare as she did so. “Tell me whatever you want. Just know I heard the noises you guys made.”

“We didn’t do anything there.” I chimed in.

“If you didn’t… then what’s this?!” Bonesaw lunged towards me grabbing my hand.

“My hand?” I was puzzled.

Then she moved her face close to it. Before her nostrils flared as she sniffed my hand getting a good whiff of it. “Smells like Bombshell!” She pointed an accusatory hoof my way in a ‘gotcha’ stance. She looked genuinely upset.

Blaze seemed strangely calm. He had been upset that I’d been with his ‘girl’ even though they weren’t technically still together so I guess it was alright but it did make things awkward. Hopefully knowing it was against my will, will help him understand I didn’t do it on purpose.

“Well, yes.” I began, “I gave her those special little ear scratches.” As soon as I said that, Bombshell’s cheeks reddened.

“WHAT?!” Bonesaw looked upset. “YOU GIVE HER THAT AND NOT ME?! I SAVED YOU I DESERVE ALL THE HEAD AND EAR SCRATCHES! THAT BIT-”

Resting my hand on her head I scratched behind her ear as her anger seemed to evaporate into smoke as she leaned in close to my hand. Saying in a small voice, “I’m still mad at you.”

“That’s fine because I don’t need your approval.” I reminded her. “Well your debt has been paid. I saved your life and you did the same for me. You are now a free mare.”

For the first time with headscratchers Bonesaw looked up at me with a disheartened look. “Why?”

“What do you mean why? You’re free to go wherever you like in the metro.” I told her as for I. I did not know what being free was here. I had nowhere to go. No place to call home. No real meaning to my life. Back in the metro of humans my meaning was to protect the inhabitants. Of course I could do that here but it just wouldn’t be the same or would it?

“I will not keep you prisoner. In all honesty you were never indebted to me. It’s only been what? One day? Two? And you’re already my little friend.”

“It’s been one day. One hell of a day.” Bonesaw nodded with tears in her eyes. “But I want to stay with you.” She hugged my leg not wanting to let go. Not wanting her unlimited supplier of headscratchers to go.

Carefully I eyed the griffon wondering if he had anything to say about this.

He glared at me but looked the other way once he saw me looking his way. “It’s fine.” he muttered even though I knew it really wasn’t. Looking to the Nazi I then asked, “Can you tell me about the Metro?”

“There is a lot. Where to start?” Bombshell asked, walking over to one of the cushioned booths taking a seat.

“Let’s narrow it down then…”

“That would be very appreciative.” Bombshell nodded.

“Ever heard of the Rangers? The Spartan Rangers?” I asked out of curiosity wondering if they were the same order I was a part of. And if I could make contact with more of them I would find out if this was a different palace or all these delusions were all in my head. I wanted to put this question to rest. I had only met one Spartan here in pony land. “Sparta” was her name. I did not know if she was dead or alive as the last I had seen her was back at Big Stuff’s station. I wondered if that kid was alive or not. Surely those commies would put a young boy to use as a soldier… Sparing him from a swift execution surely.

“Hmm…” Bombshell mused as Bonesaw noticed I stopped scratching as she pouted going to sit across from Bombshell. Both me and Blaze standing side by side, both on edge. “Well they are no communist and no bandit faction.”

I crossed my arms across my chest. Preparing myself for her explanation.

“They don’t know how to stay out of my way.” She finally said, shaking her head. “Those pesky Spartans always kill us for no good reason.”

“I’m sure there’s a reason.” I couldn’t help but say.

“Enlighten me.” She replied.

“You guys are Nazis.” I explained, “plain and simple.”

“How is being a Nazi a bad thing? We put the weak and dying out of their misery. If anything we are doing them a great service. Who would like to live knowing they will all have a disastrous bloodline? Or being scrutinized and seen as a freak?!” Suddenly she got really passionate and heated about where this conversation was going. “Never loved or desired by loved ones closest to them. Death would be a kindness in all the trials and tribulations that come with being genetically malformed! Trust me when I say you wouldn’t want to be alive!”

After her outburst the train cart went silent when the door opened with a normal soldier wearing a stone gray uniform walking in with an awkward look wondering if he should get going or not.

“Vat?” bombshell returned to her germane accent turning back over her shoulder to glare at the one who had the gall to visit her private cart.

“Vere almost back at zee home shtation ma’am!” He threw a Nazi salute before standing at attention awaiting further orders.

She seemed to be thinking things over before getting up from her seat. “Goot.” She nodded. “I expect you vill be on you’re vay?” She asked me.

“We’ll see about that.” I said picking up my equipment and setting it at the table waiting for the train to stop so we could depart. This may even be the last time we even see each other.

*****

We waited until the train screeched to a halt. All four of us were together for the moment and probably the final time.

“Are you all ready?” I asked, taking a deep breath about to take a step deep in enemy territory. I had already done so but here was the official home of the purist genetic freaks.

“I’ve been here before I can lead the way.” Bonesaw answered confidently. “We can find you a blacksmith to maybe buff out your gun!”

I raised my gun up that was bent in a “V” shape. “Ah yes, buff it out.” I answered sarcastically.

“Don’t be like that!” Bonesaw rolled her eyes. “Trust me unicorns are magic workers. Literally. And while we’re here we can get more medical supplies since I used my things on the wounded. You’re welcome by the way.” She told Bombshell smugly.

Bombshell glared at the mare in response, “Goodbye.” And with that she departed walking off onto the platform. On other sections of the train soldiers departed as they went up working escalators.

As I walked out followed by my two companions we got a fair bit of looks from guards stationed nearby, eying me with suspicion. Yet after seeing as there was no overreaction to my appearance from the soldiers leaving the train they left me alone.

I let my bent weapon hang from its sling as we made our way past the guards stepping onto the escalator.

We rode it all the way up being met with more guards who sized me up. “I’m with medical.” I lied, tossing a thumb behind me to point out Bonesaw in her nurse uniform. As it was a telling sign that she knew some things about medicine and what not.

“Identifikation.” The guard asked me, not giving two shits about my response.

“What?” I asked him.

“Papers!” The guard raised his voice, not looking pleased by my response.

“Sorry he’s new. He’s with us.” Bonesaw poked her head out from behind me waving shyly at the guards as she handed them her ‘papers’. Blaze didn’t bother as he walked past the guards waiting for us to get past them.

“Hey, why doesn’t he have to show you his papers?” I asked the guards pointing out how Blaze just walked past them.

“He’s a mercenary, he’s on kontract. Zee Führer has hiret a goot number of mercenaries to fill our ranks since vee are safink our peoples blood.” The guard explained. Even though I knew that was not true as his contract holder was dead. Head crushed to a bloody pulp from his own talon as far as I remember.

“Bullshit.” I was starting to get upset reminding me why I hated Nazis and Comminues equally the same. As they were the same shit with a new coat of paint. These ponies were no different as they were like a fresh coat of paint for replacing humans.

“Exkuse me?” The guard was starting to get hostile hearing the tone in my voice.

When suddenly an idea came to mind. It was a long shot and really came suddenly as if a switch flipped in my head.

“How much do you value your horn?” I suddenly asked.

“Vat?! Don’t play games viz me boy!” The pony lifted his rifle in his magic pointing it towards me. “No papers! No entry!”

I raised my hands up in the air. “Easy. Then I’ll just leave.” I took a step back.

Bonesaw looked between the guard and me uncomfortably. “Come on, I’m sure we can come to an understanding.” Her ears flopped to the sides of her head displaying how she felt about this situation, “He’s with us. Bombshell overlooked his usefulness first hand at the west outpost. Commies were coming down hard on us.” She tried to defend me.

“Just doink my job.” He answered firmly, keeping his eyes on me. The other guards just watched as this was the most entertaining thing they had seen all day.

“Sorry for the inconvenience then.” I bowed my head respectfully. “May I interest you in something?”

“Vich is?”

“It’s in my bag.” I tapped the strap on my shoulder. “Please allow me.” Carefully I got down on one knee bringing my rucksack down in front of me. Turning it around so he could open it. “Please, help yourself.” I kept my gaze lowered watching as the shadow disappeared as the magical aura was gone telling me he turned off his horn.

He undid the latches and pushed open the roof of the bag getting a good peek inside and when he did his voice was caught in his throat as he hiccuped in fear. What he saw shocked him, causing his horn to sputter with magic and fizzle out.

“Let me say again, how much do you value your horn? Hmm?” I mused as he just shrank back in fear.

Carefully I closed up my bag, securing it before placing it back over my shoulders. As if on cue, I stood back up at my full height. Resulting in me towering over the pony. “I bid you a good day.” I said walking past him the other guards didn’t question me as they looked freaked out seeing their comrade in such disarray. Sweating profusely as he collapsed against the wall starting to pant with crazed eyes. His face encased with a haunted look about it.

“What did you do?” Blaze asked.

“What was that?” Bonesaw asked.

“Just showed him some trophies.” I shrugged nonchalantly.

“Trophies?” She did not look convinced with my wording.

“Tell you later.”

In front of us we were met with a mass of ponies wandering about. The place was bustling with life. “What is this place?”

“Our main hub within the Home Station. The Father Land as we call it.” Bonesaw answered smugly, presenting her head to me which I kindly patted.

“You weren’t supposed to do that.” She growled.

“Later.” I replied.

Blaze gave us an awkward look as it looked like his ex was flirting with me. Which she probably was but I just saw it as a consensual head pat and sometimes ear scratches.

She pouted as I looked around in wonder watching ponies go from vendor to vendor buying groceries. Looking at the fresh greens made me wonder how magical these unicorns were to have such unforeseen foods.

“Where do those come from?” I pointed at the plants that ponies were selling.

“Huh? Plants? We grow them. Duh.” The nurse rolled her eyes.

“How?”

“Underground, how else?” She answered, sounding awfully condescending.

“Nevermind,” I didn’t care, magic talking horses, ‘right’. “Well Blaze, you going to come with us?” I asked the griffon.

“Sure, just gonna snoop around a bit… gotta get me a new gun.”

“While you’re at it can you see if you can get this one repaired or… modified?” I asked, tossing him my weapon.

He caught it with his talon huffing as if he wanted to laugh when he saw the sorry state of my assault rifle, bent to high hell. “Sure, I’ll see if they can do anything for this thing. You’re better off getting a new rifle.”

“Please.” I had to force myself to say.

“Okay, but I don’t see how they’ll be able to repair this boomerang of a rifle.” He let out a laugh joking about my “V” shaped rifle.

I was embarrassed to have my weapon in disrepair. For so many years I had kept that weapon in working order. To see it as broken as it was was disheartening. Like a parent seeing their child as nothing more but a mangled corpse. I couldn’t bear to look at it. My poor rifle had sacrificed itself for me. It shall be remembered…

I saluted the griffon. “Do what must be done. I will cover the cost of your new weapon if you do this for me, comrade.”

“Alright then sweet!” Blaze flew off with the rifle not needing to hear anymore.

“Well if he’s doing that… what are we doing?” Bonesaw asked me curiously.

“You’re getting the medical supplies,” I explained, which I would have thought would have been obvious since she suggested it earlier.

“Oh right!” She nodded, raising a leg ready to race off when she stopped. “And what are you going to do?”

“Buy some more supplies and equipment, and hopefully.” I showed her my bare back where the griffons and shredded my jacket. “Repairs.”

Bonesaw nodded, “So where do we meet up?”

Looking around for a suitable marker that you couldn’t miss even if you wanted to. I pointed towards a flower stand. “Over there near the flowers. Just stand over there when you’re done. I’ll meet you there.”

“Alright, later Hunter.” the blond nurse trotted off to complete her errands.

I watched her go feeling alone in a place filled with ponies. Sticking out with how looming my figure was compared to their low down stature. Foals ran around watching me with widened eyes, following me around out of curiosity. Ponies stepped out of my why with fear in their eyes having never seen a human before.

I kept to myself, being careful not to accidentally step on anyone’s tail. These ponies were so small they were practically tripping hazards. Someone should have put a yellow sign that said watch out for tripping tails.

Looking around the stalls for anything of use as I traveled through the grand marketplace that was far larger than the first pony station I had entered. I searched around until my eyes set upon a familiar merchant… Bit Collector. She was talking to a customer selling cans of rice and beans. Just finishing up a deal as I walked up right beside her stall waiting for her to finish business and when she did… let’s just say she almost crapped herself.

“Ohhh heyyy? Isn’t it my favorite customer? Hunn-Honey?”

“It’s Hunter.” I said in a dark tone. “How do you forget a friendly face?” I gave her the most intimidating stare I could muster glaring death at the mare I assumed to have scammed me before. “Your favorite customer.”

She gulped, “Look-”

“-Why are you scared? I just came to see what you’re selling… the things I sold to you.” I said checking out her stand of canned goods. “How’d you end up here? In the nick of time too. The night the Nazis attacked you were gone… why was that?” I suddenly found it strange that she was untouched by the chaos.

“Listen,” She lowered her voice bowing her head like an animal that knows they did something wrong. “Lets not stir up a scene. It’s bad for business, you see.”

“I just got to ask. Why’d you scam me?” Honestly I did not know if she did or not. It was just the vibe I got from her. Throwing this accusation out was like rolling dice. But seeing how intimidated by me she must have been hiding something.

“No.” She shook her head denying my claim. “I would never do such a thing. I am a fair trader Hunter.”

“So if you didn’t scam me. Then who did you scam?”

Several ponies nearby looked our way causing the mare to nervously shuffle her shoulders, “Shh, are you trying to ruin my business?!” She said in a harsh hushed tone.

“Tell me, I’m waiting.” I tapped a finger on her stall as she flinched from my aggressive tapping.

“No, I just left early since I was done doing business there. “After you were done exchanging for me I sold off the goods too ponies then and there. I sold them for higher than I bought them, sure but I had to make up the difference. I’m a vendor. I have to make a living somehow.” She explained in a whisper

It sounded like she was telling the truth so I eased off not wanting to ruin my relationship further than I already had. This is how you get ponies that will refuse to ever do business with you ever again.

“Sorry for accusing you. Here for the trouble.” I reached into my pocket and placed a clip of five bullets down on her stand. I gave her a firm nod. “Till we meet again, miss Bit Collector.”

“Yeah, thanks.” The mare took the clip of bullets gratefully eying the ammo as if it were made of gold.

Shaking my head I moved on seeing how fruitful the station was with families walking around happily with their kids as they went from stall to stall picking out things. Without a care in the world, it reminded me of how the world used to be like. How me and my family and many others would shop without the threat of death looming over our shoulder.

The sweet bliss of ignorance. Time taken for granted. Because only looking back, could you really know ‘that's what happiness felt like’. Talking about mundane things not realizing that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. You only live once. To enjoy your life and remember the ones that stand beside you are the ones that truly care about you.

My family isn’t here with me anymore. Even among these ponies I’m alone. The only human in existence.

Reaching a hand over my face I eyed my hand. Flexing and retracting my hand wondering if I closed my eyes long enough and opened I’d wake up back in the metro alone. Away from the ponies and back in the dangerous tunnels of Russia.

I felt something tugging on my leg.

“H-Hunter.” Opening my eyes again I looked down to see Bit Collector. The little yellow pony. I was still in the never-ending nightmare.

“Yes?”

“They’re here for you.” Bit pointed and I followed with my gaze to see two heavily armored stallions that seemed larger than normal decked out in blackened armor. The suits’ servos whirred noisily as they moved, giving off the impression that what they were wearing were to be some sort of powered suit.

“What do you want?”

*****

I was levitated off my feet by magic being manhandled by the unicorns in armor paraded around the station until I was taken to a highly guarded area. Waving at the guards as I floated by. The guards remained professional not even bothering to look my way. ‘They must mean business to be this disciplined’.

They carried me through stairs that led down taking me deeper into the place until finally coming to a neatly chiseled hall that had more power suited soldiers who remained stoic standing still as statues. Paying me no heed as they had me under their control.

I didn’t even bother fight it, letting this play out.

Wondering what the cause of this was. Discrimation? My trophies? That bastard must have been a snitch!

They brought me to a clean, polished looking door opening the door as they set me to another clean office. It was similar to Bombshell’s office, only not destroyed and with more luxury items. For starters there was a nice plush red carpet completely covering the room’s floor. The office had a large polished wood desk with large thick shelves of books and trinkets and medals with one book in particular on a pedestal that read ‘Mein Kampf’.

‘Oh dear’ I thought as I looked up at the large painting behind the desk chair that was facing away from me that overlooked the room. There was a large portrait of a pony with the signature mustache. The resemblance was undeniable. The portrait was of a pony Hitler. I snorted trying to contain my laughter when suddenly I was plopped down on a seat.

“Vell-vell-vell vat do vee hafe here?” A germane sounding voice said from behind the turned around chair.

The door closed behind me. I had to look over my shoulder to make sure the doors were really closed and when I did I found Bombshell standing near the door remaining stoic. It wasn’t her that was doing the talking. Turning my attention back to the chair.

The chair began to turn as another pony wearing a similar black SS uniform that Bombshell wore. The mare had her hooves collapsed together as she wore a smug expression, only for it to falter as she turned to ofar in her seat spinning all the way around in a complete circle. “Bombschell! Help Mein chair has bestet me!” She cried out for help.

With a sigh coming from behind me the chair glowed with a gentle blue aura as the chair turned to face me with precision. “Ah goot.” The mare quickly recomposed herself leaning back in her chair. She was just like Bombshell, an elite. With the white coat, blond, blue eyes the whole list of Nazi. Only she was missing the key defining detail, ‘the horn’. “So zee monster has come to fisit me, hmm?” The new mare tilted her head to the side.

“Not really, I was forced to come here by magic.” I say as I was literally dropped into this seat with magic.

“Ohhh.” The mare’s eyes lit up eagerly. “Vell, I am zee Führer! Aryanne at your surfice. Or are you at mein?” The mare let out a cute laugh that had me smiling. Though it was more of an awkward smile as I really did not want to be here. This was their leader… that's tough. “You knov voo I am. Voo are you?” She asked playfully as she swiped her Nazi hat off her head playing with it as if she were bored acting like a complete and utter child.

“Hunter? Kool name! You voult make a fine pet for mein daughter.” Aryanne said cheerfully. “So Kool! Fight back Komminuist!” She playfully shadow boxed with air, “Like true hero!” She beamed excitedly back towards me.

“Your daughter?”

“Ja!” The Nazi mare excitedly said literally throwing herself at me leaping across the desk whipping out a picture frame of three ponies. Bombshell had to hold me in place as I flinched instinctively as my reflexes moved to grab her as I was used to creatures jumping out at me.

“Das ist meine wife-” She pointed to a blond pegasus mare only she had bright green eyes. “-Ant zat is mein beautiful filly.” She happily proclaimed showing me the tiny pegasus that was blond and white just like the two mares only her eye color was a blend between the blue and green of both parents. Then again that's if too say they are both the biological parents and were not just bred. Then again… this Führer could be a stallion for all I know…

I didn’t know much about how pony society worked but what I did know was that I was in for a long ride. The Nightmare just never stops.