Fallout Equestria: Lost Memories

Massaging his temples to soothe the raging beast within his head, the recent turn of events began to take a very bad turn for the worst on Ginger’s tired psyche.

The dust settled back into its earthly origin revealed the two ponies that interrupted Ginger’s progress, two ponies: one moderately armored red Unicorn mare and an equally armored green Pegasus stallion.

“Cerise, you sure you want to fight him alone, he doesn’t look like our regular prey?” The Pegasus inquires, concern clear in his monotone voice.

The Unicorn nods, “He’s strong, I can feel it, much stronger than any opponent I’ve faced.” She assures, standing up straight, pointing at her opponent, “The name’s Cerise Slaughter, and you’d do your best to remember it for it’ll be the last name you’ll ever here.” She declares.

Removing his palm from, allowing Cerise and her partner to stare into his eyes and witness first-hand just how pissed he really was. But it was the melody of his voice ringing throughout the heavens that allowed them to understand what they’re getting themselves into.

“Fine, show me what you can do.”

Powering an attack to throw at the teen, Cerise was surprised when he was no longer 30 feet away from her and now stood directly in front of her. Redirecting her palm to the far right, the blast of magic missed its intended target, leaving her wide open.

A sharp pain shot Cerise in the stomach before another one dug into her side causing her to stumble to her right before being forced to stumble to her left as she was kicked one more time in her right side. A solid kick to the face sent Cerise rolling on the floor.

She barely regained sound footing just in time to witness the ground beneath her head become little more than a crater as Ginger’s foot violently smashed it to pieces.

Skin beat metal as Ginger’s hand made contact with Cerise’s gauntlet before another attack hit her in the stomach. She barely registers the pain and hits Ginger in the stomach, sending him stumbling back.

Cerise grips Ginger’s sweater and hoisted him in the sky, landing three clearly heard punches to her opponent’s chest before she switches hands and serves a hard punch to the face, teeth shooting out of his face.

Bringing her opponent to her face, Cerise’s free hand devours Ginger’s face, casting it in darkness, “I’ll admit, you’re a lot stronger than your average fresh out of the Stable pony.” She compliments, “But this is as far as you get.” She says.

However, before any further action can be taken, Ginger wraps his legs around Cerise’s arms, and with incredible strength, brings her to the floor with him, forcing her to let go of his face.

Once both combatants got back up, they locked themselves in a fierce competition of hand to hand combat, both landing hits on the other an equal amount of times, neither holding the decisive advantage… that is until Cerise’s horn lit up in a brilliant violet light.

Engulfing her hands were a fluorescent violet light, seemingly doing nothing to anyone observing, but Ginger felt the effects of the magic: her hits were much stronger than before. Already having dealt with such force, Ginger was accustomed to the change, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

It only took a few hard hits for Ginger to back off a bit, but before his opponent can close that gap, he pushes his hand out and as if controlled by some unseeable force, Cerise is pushed back.

Cerise and her partner stared wide eyed at the display of what they could only explain as magical energy. A smirk soon replaces the surprised look as Cerise stands up completely and claps, “Like I said, you’re a lot stronger than your everyday fresh out of the Stable pony.” She praises, “But I got a job to do and I’m not doing it on an empty stomach.” She declares.

In a bright flash, she was in front of Ginger, a fist raised ready to deliver a blow. Instead of parrying the blow, Ginger goes to punch her too, but he was stopped by a strong blow to the stomach Cerise gripping his head once again.

Before he could do anything else, he felt a large discharge of magic on his head before being picked up. The massive discharge of magic left him extremely tired, but if what she said was correct, then he had to push her away.

He tried to push her away with his powers, but nothing came from his palm.

“Trying to use those powers again, huh?” Cerise questions, gripping Ginger’s shirt and removing her hand from his face, “Truth be told, I didn’t expect this to work, but now that it did, I’m going to enjoy this meal.” She says, opening her mouth widely.

Catching a glimpse of his inevitable death, Ginger tries to break out of Cerise’s grip, but his energy had left him and he could do nothing, not even speak no more than “Please…” and nothing else.

But his pleas fell on deaf ears as he was soon engulfed in wet, sticky, slimy, smelly, darkness. Something bumpy and rough glides across his face before a delighted moan hit him in the face, telling him that his predator certainly enjoyed her catch.

After a few more licks, Ginger was pushed farther into Cerise’s greedy mouth, hitting the back of her throat mere precious seconds before she swallowed, allowing it to embrace his whole head in one fellow swoop.

His journey deeper into Cerise’s throat was increased after his neck had entered the throat, he guessed it was because his clothing had prevented her from enjoying his taste any longer.

Every second that ticked by was another inch into her throat, literally. Having nothing else to do and in morbid curiosity, Ginger counted every time he sunk deeper within the depths of the mare, and he was surprised to see that for every second he counted he was pulled deeper. It got to the point where he felt like Cerise was swallowing faster than he could count. None of that mattered though as Ginger felt Cerise’s sphincter open to accept him, allowing him a clear view of his predator’s stomach which was already filling with gastric acids so powerful, the sent alone was strong enough to cause his eyebrows to burn off and cause his skin to begin to welt. Once his face entered, it didn’t take very long for the rest of him to follow, her stomach attacking him relentlessly the moment he entered.

While Cerise was swallowing her newly caught prey, she approached the bag of his belongings and sat down once she in front of it.

“What’re you doing?” Her partner inquires.

Her last swallow allowed for her to speak, “Seeing what he has, some of it may be helpful.” She says, as she looks through his bag, “Flares, matches, gasoline, salt, knives, a magnum and some bullets.” She lists the belongings of her meal.

“Such useless equipment.” Her partner chastises.

Cerise shakes her head, taking a bullet out the bag and licking it, the taste confirmed her suspicions, “You were a hunter, right?” She questions her meal, which her stomach had already killed. She nods and takes the bag, “I knew I smelt burning salt.” She mutters, looking at the documents in his bag. She reads the documents and nod, turning to her partner, “Ring HQ and tell them to send somebody else to do the mission.” She orders, standing up.

For the first time, her partner expresses more than just monotony, “What?! This is the 3rd time Cerise, HQ will be pissed!” He explains.

Cerise shoves the documents in her partner’s hands, “They’re not going to do anything to us, we’re their best team.” She assures, “The kid I just ate was hunting for something, and I’m going to hunt it down.” She says.

Her partner rolls his eyes, “I swear, if it weren’t for you being their best in hand to hand combat, then they’d kick you out.” He says, following his partner to the nearest town.