Fallout Equestria: Desperados

Fallout Equestria: Desperados

Devil in Disguise, Part 2

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"Harp Melody had continued her history lesson as I simply jotted down notes. Upon conquering a station, the royalty of Stable 50 would kill off the mutants then begin breaking in and educating the surviving population. They later found uses for them to feed the campaign of conquest. She explained that it was a slow process that took years, as the metro of the Marewaii Islands was a long unending chain of bottlenecks and monster dens." ~ Azure Dice

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The three Desperados were eventually feeling a little drunk. Star didn’t want them getting too rowdy, so we talked them down from drinking more and to enjoy the show. After that, Star explained to me that, when they sobered up a little more, another mare would come to sell them a few more shots before sending them home. Right now nopony wanted them ending up throwing up in the middle of the tavern.

We parted ways. Star returned to the front to help one of the other bouncers, and I scanned for other customers.

One table had two stallions that had just taken a seat. Both were wearing similar tan shirts. On their shoulders was embroidered NCRCF. The two seemed far more put together than a lot of the other ponies here. They clearly were washing regularly and lacked a lot of the scars most wastelanders took pride in.

“Hey Star!” Cloudy called to me as she trotted over. She was back in her normal-ish white mesh dress which still sparkled from all the glitter she had on before.

“See any good customers?” she asked

I pointed at the two NCR ponies.

“Oh, those two,” she said with a frown.

“Anything wrong?” I inquired.

“Not really. They come in once a week. They’re big perverts, but not big spenders. If you want to give it a shot, I’ll help you.” Cloudye offered.

I gave her a, “Why not?” gesture along with a smile and a nod.

Trotting over to the table, we both took a seat next to each of the two stallions who then gave each other a hoof bump. “And here we thought you didn’t like us, Cloudy.” said the stallion next to Cloudy.

“Oh, that’s not true, Rock Thrower. I’m just a bussy mare, that's all. You and Stone Spear are our loved regulars. I thought I would show one of our new girls a thing or two with you.” Cloudy put on an alluring gaze as she talked.

Rock Thrower looked at me with an all too happy grin. “She is cute. Say, bro, ya want to switch? Let me show the new girl a thing or two.”

Stone Spear pulled me closer to himself, “Na, bro. The new cutie is with me.”

Rock then shrugged. “Fair is fair. Anyway, this is Cloudy, who has the hottest flank in town. Can’t fucking do better than her.”

There was a bit of an uncomfortable silence as both stallions took a swig of their beer while each held onto one of us. I was already getting why Cloudy was not too thrilled about the two of them since they firmly held onto us as they watched Brass Chain dance on stage.

I held back a gage as the smell of expired cologne wafted off the stallion. It was, this point, that a bit of real regret hit me. I was already making a fair bit of caps with the Gunrunners, though I still had to wait to get paid. This job was only so I could get caps faster, yet here I was flirting up stallions.

At least I had Cloudy and Star to help me.

Stone chuckled. “Now she gives me a confused boner. It’s super hot, but with all those bandages and scars, it throws me off. It’s like a group of dancing radroaches in top hats.”

“Now that Star Charter bitch is a nine out of ten. Wish she let me bang ‘er.” Rock blurted out.

The two then took another swig of their beer.

“So this NCRCF, is it-” I tried to start a convocation, but got cut off by Stone.

“Remember the joint back near Manehattin? You know, the one where the mares dress up and shit?” Stone asked his partner loudly.

“Ya. It’s the one that had the stable pony dressed up like the lightbringer. Now she was one bang-up gal!.” Rock answered.

The two hoof bumped again then said simultaneously, “Roasted that bitch good!”

They took another swig of their beer, thus finishing their glasses off.

I looked over at Cloudy who looked back at me. Her eyes were telling me that this was normal with these two.

“I do miss her,” Stone went on with a sigh. “She was always down for some fun.”

Rock rolled his eyes. “Bro, that mare is pregnant. If you go back there now, she’s going to claim you're the baby’s daddy.”

“Not true. I’m sure she’s already found some dumb farmer hick to clam by now. I was not the only one tapping that flank, Bro.” Stone retorted. I felt like gagging again.

“She gave blowjobs. You were the only one banging that plot! The bitch was trying to baby trap ya,” Rock explained, making me feel like gagging even more.

Despite the two not paying us all that much attention, they were still holding onto us, so Cloudy and I were stuck dealing with the two pebble brained oafs.

What I needed was a way to break the ice. To get the two to focus on us and not just on the stag, or their own conversation. Also, to get them to drink more than they were. As a result, I quietly called Order to bring two cheap beers over. I figured it would be easy to sell them on something easy first as well as catch their attention with a robot they had never seen before.

Lowering down on the table, two bottles of beer were placed down gently. “Do you gentle colts require more refreshments?” Order asked them.

The two stallions looked at my drone with mouths agape. Both Cloudy and I helped refill their glasses while being careful not to spill the drinks.

I was not going to like it, but I had an in with the two now, and needed to make the most of it.

“You two look like you're getting thirsty with how enthralling your conversion is. I know that it’s making me… Thirsty.” I said as seductively as I reasonably could.

It was surprisingly hard with how shit these two stallions were.

The two slowly nodded and took the beers.

“Order, you can go now,” I told my drone as I got comfortable under the dumb stallions hold.

“Yes madam. I will return to my hospitality duties,” Order announced before flying away.

“That’s yours?” Stone asked as he looked down at me. I looked back with my best seductive gaze.

“Yes. It’s a recon drone, one of a kind out here in the wasteland.” I then fluttered my eyes a little.

Stone loosened his hold onto me then sipped on his new beer.

“With something like that, you can sell it and go find a better job,” Rock noted as he sipped on his new beer as well.

Cloudy didn’t waste time with this opportunity. She spoke up while they were not focused on their own hogshit. “So ... how has working at the Correctional Facility been going? Keeping little us all safe?”

Both Stone and Rock cringed a little then took a long swig of their beer.

“Can’t be that bad?” Cloudy asked with rising concern.

Rock sighed. “We got this crazy bitch in a few days ago. The mare is some ex-steal ranger paladin or something. She’s built like a brick wall. Don’t know why she was sent to work as part of the chain gang. General Calamity should have just ordered for her to be taken out back and shot.”

I raised an eyebrow since I remembered hearing about a steel rager not long ago.

“Steel Ranger Paladin? Are you talking about Spritz Cookie?” I asked

“Ya. That’s the bitches name,” Rock confirmed. “She’s already got the rest of the prison wrapped around her hoof. I always complained about how much Wardin Led Rain was a power-mad asshole, but after dealing with Spritz, I can finally see why we need him.”

“Bro, if you're agreeing with how Led Rain does things, maybe it’s time we get a transfer,” Stone suggested.

“Sounds rough. What makes them such a problem?” I pushed the topic as I made sure Rock’s glass stayed full.

A huff came from Stone. “The Warden has a god complex. You know how those old merk clanners are. If they live long enough, they start getting all religious. They probably just take too many blows to the head to get that batty. Because of that, if we're not completely obedient, he’s liable to beat us as badly as the prisoners.”

Stone took a gulp from his beer. “I do love how he lets us do what we want as long as it’s within his rules. Nothing is as high stakes as gambling with the convicts.”

Rock gave a less than pleasant chuckle. “The mares there are fun too. Since we keep ‘em separated from the stallions, there's always a thirsty bitch needing a fuck.”

A long annoyed huff came from Rock. “Well, used to be. Spritz somehow got all the prisoners all pissy with us with her incessant ranting.”

“Ranting?” Cloudy said inquisitive. She got the Rock to drink some more.

“How the NCR is just new Red Eye, or how president Gawdyna is no better than the Enclave. She never fucking stops,” Stone further explained.

“Makes me glad Gawdyna is stepping down in the next election. Hate to see her go, but I think she is doing to spit in the eye of all those who keep calling her a tyrant,” Rock figured with a grin on his face.

Stone raised his glass. “Aye. I heard that her biggest naysayers are now scrambling to find a good candidate to run against her successor. No fucking way Calamity is going to loos this election. He’s got the whole war hero and happy father shit going down.”

The two clinked glasses then gulped down the rest of their beer.

Cloudy quickly shared a quick seductive glance with me then looked back at Rock. “Say, you want to move onto something stronger for Calamity and your sanity?”

The two hoof draggers shared a glance, then grinned .

“Maybe if you do something for us first,” Stone offered, then pointed down to his lower end.

Cloudy smiled and moved out of Stone’s hold. “Sorry, you're going to have to ask one of the brothel mares for that. So, how about I give you an up-close show instead?”

She motioned for me to get closer. I scooted over.

Whispering in my ear, she kept a seductive gaze at the stallions. “Alright. You did a good job. They seem loose enough. We just need to get them to drink soming hard, and then they will start drinking till they're sick.”

Cloudy pulled me closer. Our cheeks touched. “So how about it? A shot of Lunashine each, and you get to see me give Harp her a lesson in tongue wrestling.”

There was a pause, then Rock leaned back. “Molest the little mare or-”

“I’m fucking down!” Stone blurted out.

“Bro!?” Rock looked over at his friend.

“Lesbians, Bro! Maybe they give us a shot if we play along.” Stone said excitedly.

Rock glared at Stone. “They’re baiting us, Bro! It’s literally their job. We can at least haggle for more.”

Stone nodded. “Right. Kiss and slap her ass, Cloudy!”

Before Rock could ask for more, Cloudy shouted, “Deal!”

Order again flew by. It dropped off a small jug of Lunashine. Cloudy poured the two stallions a shot glass each.

After a moment, the two of them shot back the drink. Both cringed a little as it likely burned its way down.

So, with their end of the deal done, it was our turn. Pulling me close, we both had one hoof on the table for support as we stood on our hind legs to make sure they could see. I could feel my face flush as I was muzzle to muzzle with Cloudy. I knew that more than just the two stallions were watching. I hesitated, pulling back. I found it a bit much with so many ponies watching. I could only pull back a little because Cloudy leaned forward.

Cloudy whispered to me. “Sorry, Harp. Maybe it's because I’ve been working here for a while, but I’ve found that I like to be watched.”

I sighed then whispered back, “You’re lucky that you’re impossible to resist.”

With our muzzles pressed together, our mouths opened up, we began. A cheer erupted from the ponies around us. With a slap on my rear from Cloudy, another cheer roared out.

It lasted a while. Cloudy got more aggressive than I expected, but never taking it too far. The two stallions, on the other hoof, were very much enthralled. A passing by working mare poured them another round of Lunashine, of which they gladly guzzled down the shot glasses.

It wasn't long until Stone and Rock were plastered. A brothel mare came around to lead them up to a room before checking to see how many caps they still had.

The two of us then took a break in the back, both to continue in private, then to cool down. It was both exciting, but also made me feel unsettled and a little panicked the more I thought about it.

I gave Cloudy a light punch on the shoulder. “Never do that again!”

“Why? You seemed to really enjoy it the other night when on stage,” Cloudy said as she wiggled her eyebrows.

“I was drunk!” I reminded her.

I watched as she lowered her ears and a bit of sham formed on her face. “S… sorry! I got carried away.”

Now feeling bad myself, I pulled her into a hug and kissed her on the cheek. “You get one. Just that. Okay?”

She kissed me back and grinned. “We will see about that.”

I just gave up then and there. I was too much in love to argue with her right now. “Is this why you wanted me not to get dressed before coming here?”

Cloudy forced a cutie look on her face that only a little filly could pull off, causing me to groan. “So that’s how it is. Trying to pull me into your depravity. You should be glad you're too lovable to hate.”

“So?” she said as she fluttered her eyes.

I sighed. “Fine… but nothing weird, and only here.”

She squealed in delight. “I always wanted a dancing partner on the pole!”

What little I could remember from the other night of me on stage came flashing back. It was the most unladylike thing I had ever done in my life.

“Ohhh no!” I protested in embarrassment, but then she gave me a good and long kiss. When she finally let me go, I felt… melty. “Alright, maybe another night.” I relented in a daze.

We spent a few minutes on the nearby couch just relaxing and not worrying about customers for a brief moment.

Rusty even joined us. She looked a bit winded as she drank a small bottle of water.

“I haven't felt like this since I was pregnant with Light Step. Maybe I’m getting too out of shape,” Rusty commented about herself.

“Seriously?” Cloudy said, raising an eyebrow at the light green mare.

Rusty just looked back, clearly not understanding. “What?”

Rolling her eyes, Cloudy lightly felt Rusty’s slightly expanded stomach. “You do know you are pregnant, right? We all can see it.”

Looking down at her stomach, then back at use, she laughed. “That’s what you think! It can't be. I got this oil from a merchant to prevent pregnancy, Python extract oil it’s called. Been taking a drop of it to keep that from happening. Truthfully, I’ve just been eating more than normal. One of my clients has been paying more for us to fuck regularly for a long time now, so I’ve had a few extra caps to spend on myself. That’s all.”

Cloudy face hoofed. “Why won't Heavy Hoof just get rid of Karat already. Well, have you been drinking more?”

“I was for a while, but then Star started nagging me all the time, so I haven't been lately. I know she’s being all responsible and fuck, but she doesn’t need to be a bitch about it.” Rusty Clever complained , sounding quite annoyed.

“Well, just listen to her for now. Trust me, you won’t regret it,” Cloudy informed her friend.

Rusty just shrugged. “Fucking whatever. I’ll just use ma booze caps on my little Light Step. She only gets prettier the more she grows!”

As we let Rusty gush over her daughter, an annoyed working mare trotted out from the main floor over to us. “Ya got a visitor, Cloudy, and new mare.”

Cloudy seemed to deflate a little. “Please don’t tell me it’s him.”

“It is, and please get him to move on as fast as possible. The other customers are getting uncomfortable,” the mare said before returning to the main floor.

“Who is she talking about, and why me as well?” I asked.

A long and very annoyed sigh came from Cloudy. “Who else would call for the two of us?”

I thought about it for a moment, then realized it could be no pony else. “Deputy False Cap?”

She nodded.

Now I gave a long annoyed sigh. “Fuck! Can we just not come out?”

“I wish we could, but False is the one who keeps the mayor from running the Ruffled Feathers out of town, so long as we play nice with him,” she explained.

We both sighed.

Stepping out, we quickly saw where Deputy False was, the fat stallion sitting by himself at a booth, sipping beer. Seeing him put me in a bad mood, but I managed to keep a pleasant smile on my face.

Taking a seat on either side of the deputy, he gave us both a grin and a tip of his glass.

Cloudy topped off his beer before being asked to. “So free tonight? Haven't you been busy lately?” she asked.

He laughed. “I have. The dumb fuck degenerates keep causing trouble. I had to convince Ashy to send one to the gallows just last night. I don’t know why she keeps sending them to that NCRCF. I say just kill them and be done with it,”

False took a gulp of his drink. Cloudy topped it off again. “But I heard that little Harp here got a job at this shithole, so how can I not pass up seeing her in some sexy number?”

Now I know who that random mare was likely talking to before. I should find out who she is and get Order to give her a good shock.

“I’m flattered, but shouldn't you be focused on the town? I heard there's a new chem problem going on right now,” I noted, hoping he’d then leave, but knowing he would likely not care.

He huffed out, sounding annoyed. “Talking about the fuckwit Slowtrot? That stallion clearly would have been dead if we weren't around keeping order. Turns out he pissed off half the slum merchants in town asking about cut chems. Ashy gave him a strike to the face was light compared to what I’d have done. Ponies should really know their place.”

Know their place

Hearing that from some low life commoner would have been funny if it was not insulting. Ponies knowing their place, if he was on the Marewaii Islands, he would be groveling in hopes I or my siblings would not just have him executed for incompetence. I’ve seen my fair share of corrupted security ponies, but they at least hid their corruption far better.

“Well, it’s good that you're keeping the order considering how chaotic things have been. I dread to find out how things would be if the deputies weren't around.” Cloudy spoke up.

“Oh, no doubt the ponies here would just go wild if we weren’t here to keep you all in line. Half of you are savages, after all” he said while glancing over at me.

I sighed, half annoyed, but also half in agreement. “Too many ponies here seem hungry for chaos. I can’t argue with that. I’m just glad I got friends to look after me.”

False pulled Cloudy and I closer to him. It was too close for my liking.

“Well, if you ever want to get out of this shithole, you can always stay with me. Both of you,” he invited as I averted my gaze to avoid eye contact.

“As flattered as I am, I actually have accommodations with the Gunrunners.” I informed him.

“I rather like my place. Sorry.” Cloudy added more diplomatically.

He let go of us and picked up his drink to take another sip. “Why must you two be so cruel? I have such a nice place, yet you rather stay in the shithole part of town? You do know my offer still stands for both of you. Be with me, and not only do you get to live there, but work there too.”

This time I topped off his drink, pouring the last of the beer in the bottle. “Sorry, but I may not be here all that long. I got good word, that more like myself are out west,” I told him.

“More Zonies? That must be a depressing place,” he said with a chuckle.

From what I heard earlier, he must be talking about how Zonies commonly commit suicide. The fact he found it funny made me disgusted.

“Maybe. I should still go seek them out, but thanks for your concern,” I said while trying to not gag.

“No problem, cutie,” he said as he slowly moved his glass around. Some of the beer sloshed out and landed on my dress. Not batting an eye, he continued. “I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve come to this conclusion; I’d love to see more cuties like you.”

I was glad it was not wine that hit my dress. Still, fucking apologize at least, you fucking asshole!

He got closer to me than I liked. “I’m sure some of them would fuck like it’s their last.”

I really held back from cringing as I smelt his putrid breath.

Cloudy loudly cleared her voice. Thank Celestia that it got his attention away from me.

“I was wondering, deputy False, have you found a new pony to be a graveyard digger yet? You did say that Ashy had executed a pony recently.” Cloudy asked, changing the topic.

He took a gulp of his drink. “Got some chem addicted pony to take the job. The fool has some connection over in the Hoof, so I got the Mayor to give him the job. He was part of some gannger clan who says they are related to royalty, not that I give two fucks, but he did have some pony send over a bunch of caps to ensure he was well taken care of. Payday for me, I always say.”

“Which royals?” I asked without thinking. Tensed up with the possibility of locating relatives of mine.

False shrugged as he took another sip of his drink. “He kept saying something about a Shining Shield ... or was it Armor? Fuck it! I don’t care.”

I deflated a little, no longer caring as much about false royals. “That would be ministry Mare Twilight’s elder brother Shining Armor, a Captain of the Royal Guard. He married Celestia's adopted daughter Cadence. She’s basically royalty in name only.”

“That’s a bit harsh, Harp. Wasn't Cadence an Alicorn?” Cloudy asked.

I swallowed the disgust of even the idea of a third alicorn, or her being part of my family. I was not surprised Cloudy was ignorant on history, but at least she did know of the names.

I chuckled. “No no. She was just a pegasus Celestia adopted. She did that a few times during her thousand year rule, but one of them was ever considered proper royalty. It was just propaganda that she was an Alicorn. I mean, you hear that Celestia has a daughter and of course the first thing you think is Alicorn.”

“Oh, aren't you a smarty pants?” False said as he held me a bit tighter and then sipped on his drink.

“You're put to such a waste out here. I know you can do better,” he said as he got too close to me. “If you don’t want to stay at my place, how about we just spend some time in the brothel? If you do that, maybe I’ll go talk to the Mayor. Get him to forgive you.”

I tried to squirm out of his grip, but he was stronger than me.

Cloudy again loudly cleared her voice to get his attention. “Deputy False, could you please not bother our new mare so much? At least give her a week before asking such things.”

He pulled Cloudy closer. “Oh, are you feeling jealous? You can come too. Maybe show me what you did with those stallions the first night you worked the floor!”

Heat filled my face as I felt anger boil within me. The fucking bastard really just brought that up!

A sharp whistle caught all three of our attention. We saw Star Charter standing in front of the table. She did not look happy at all. Her glare actually made me feel a bit afraid of her.

“Deputy, even if we skirt some rules for you, it does not mean we will just let you break them,” she said with a cold and stern voice.

False Capt let the two of us go and leaned back. “And what are you going to do?”

“Right now, not much. But trust me, if you try and do something stupid, I know Mayor Esspresso will have a hard time brushing your activities under the rug.”

There was a long pause, then False Slammed down the rest of his drink. “If any of them wish to come with me to the brothel, that’s none of your damn business. You hear me?!”

Star kept a flat annoyed look on her face. “If that's what you want, we got mares here who actually do work at the brothel. Just take one of them.”

“Already tried them all,” He bragged.

She looked at the two of us. “Either of you two want to do some brothel work?”

We both shook our heads.

“There you go,” Star declared as she glared back at False. “Not happening.”

She picked up the empty bottle of beer. “How about this? You go find a brothel mare you like and fuck her all night, and I get you a free bottle of our best beer. Two even.”

Again there was a pause. The two staring each other down.

“Alright. I’ll take one beer and leave the two cuties alone for the night,” False relented.

Star nodded and trotted away.

Once she was gone, False again pulled us close, “I don’t know why you even like that violent mare. You know she actually bit the Mariff Railright when they first met. From day one, she has been nothing but trouble. Why, I betcha she will get some pony killed. Probably kill them herself. A fucking timebomb, that one.”

We both kept our mouths shut. I just wanted this to just be over.

“Stopped Clock may be overzealous at times, but he is right about her. It would be better if we just took her out into the wasteland and shot her,” he continued, then pointed at her and said, “Bang!”

Star trotted over with a beer and placed it on the table. “Here you go. Now can you let them go.”

“Fine fine,” he said as he let us scoot away from him. “But can you come closer? I got something I need to tell you.”

Nodding, Star stepped in and leaned over the small table.

We watched as Falce picked up his beer bottle then poured it over Star’s head.

All of it.

Everypony in the tavern watched as the bottle emptied out, but none did or said anything.

“You really think your such tough shit, don’t you! You can do whatever you want and we will just let you step over us like you're the queen bitch. Well I’m sorry, but the world does not work that way anymore, Star. You do know the only reason Ashy has not strung you up already is because I have been protecting you from her all this fucking time. I protect you from her, and this is the shit I get? An arrogant bitch who doesn't know her Celestia damned place!” False ranted.

Star just stood there, glaring at him, but not even lifting a hoof.

False continued. “I know all the little things you get up to, Star. Every pony you have attacked, the shit you've stolen, the ponies you covered for. You're nothing more than an educated raider, and will never be more than that, Star!”

He glared down at her with a grin on his face. “What are you going to do? Touch me once and I tell Ashy everything, then you're dead! I’ll enjoy seeing that freak of a daughter look up at you as you hang in the wind.”

*Slap*

I could barely hear it as Cloudy ran her hoof across False’s face.

Everything became still. Even the music lowered its volume as False slowly looked over at Cloudy. Her hit had done no damage to him at all.

Tears had welled up in her eyes as she glared at the deputy with pure hate as she cried out, “Stop it! You don't know how wonderful she can-”

False punched Cloudy in the face.

She hit the ground without a sound except for a crack and a thud.

Still.

Unmoving

...

Just like Stratus Dancer.

...

I looked around, but everypony was looking away, pretending they had seen nothing.

Star was glaring up False, shaking, but not doing anything.

“Bitch! Know your place!” False growled with disdain in his voice.

“Fucking peasant” I muttered.

False craned his neck over to look at me. “What was that?”

My body was shaking. It was not just because I was scared. I know how it feels to be absolutely terrified, but this is different. I was angry. No, not just angry.

I was now absolutely pissed off!

“You fucking dirty ignorant peasant. This happens every time we give your kind any kind of power. It all goes to your head and you think you're Celestia's gift to pony kind.” I chastised him to his face.

“And what do you think you're going to do about it, you little slut?” he spat back at me.

“Order, give me my gun!” I demanded of my drone

It flew over and dropped the cloth-covered revolver. It was caught in my pipbucks magic.

We both stared at each other for a moment. He looked at my gun, still as sure of himself as before.

“Missy, do you even know how to use that?” False said with a cocked eyebrow as he pulled back his duster a bit to reveal his own revolver.

I squirted and Order cocked the gun with the pipbucks levitation spell.

“My father made sure I fired this gun over a hundred times before letting me keep it. I know what I’m doing,” I informed the low-life peasant.

I looked up at my drone. “And Order here, It has a strict command to protect me. Try anything and, even if I fail to kill you, it will.”

“I can even fire that enforcer for her if need be,” Order added.

“Shoot me, and this place burns down,” False threatened. He hadn't even flinched, as though he held all the cards. “Cutie, I’m one of Ashy’s three top deputies. She’s not going to care why I got shot, only that you needed to die. Pull that trigger, and you ensure that not only you will suffer, but everypony you know. Star here, Cloudy, the Gunrunners. Ashy is already on a knife's edge. Killing me will only push her to clean out this town of everypony she sees as a threat to the peace.”

False took a step closer. “So why don’t you put that little thing down before somepony gets hurt. I’ll even forget all this even happened. That is ... if you come over to my place and let me do. Whatever. I. Please.”

“Order, did you get all that?” I asked my drone.

“Most certainly, Madam,” it replied.

False looked confused.

“Order reply to the audio right after the deputy got the free beer.” I then told it.

“No visuals,” it added.

“Save it for later,” I told Order once again.

The drone began playing False’s rant to Star loudly in the now silent tavern so that everypony could hear it loud and clear. All the cocky confidence on False’s face drained away, leaving fear and anger.

“Order, that's enough!” I commanded the drone right before it got to where False hit Cloudy, not wanting to hear it again. “I can make sure that everypony with a pipbuck in town knows what you did. Actually, I wonder if I can get all of this put onto the radio and let the whole wasteland know what you did!”

He glared at me with fiery hatred.

“That’s right! Hate me, but I still have you by the balls,” I warned him.

There was a thud next to us and the racking of a shotgun. “What the fuck did you do, False Cap?”

Next to us was Waterspout standing on his two hind legs, towering over us with a shotgun.

False shrank back. “It was their fault!” he shouted as he pointed at Star and I.

The hippogriff just glared at False coldly. “Then why is my best mare on the ground?”

The stallion slowly looked at the motionless Cloudy, then at us, then at Waterspout.

“Get the fuck out,” Waterspout ordered coldly. “I will talk with Ashy about this in the morning.”

He didn’t say anything. He just backed away before running off with his tail between his legs.

With a sight I put the revolver into my corset and dashed over to Cloudy. Waterspout beat me to her and scooped up the unconscious mare as he tossed his shotgun to Star.

I opened up my mouth to explain what happened, but was stopped by his glare.

“I don’t fucking care! Tell me what happened after we made sure Cloudy is alright!” he told me as he flew to the back.

Star and I quickly followed.

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-Reputation-

-New Appaloosa Law-

In the right or not, Harp still pulled a gun on a Deputy, an act not soon forgotten, or forgiven.

-Ruffled Feathers-

The image of the helpless Zony mare that the tavern had of Harp is now gone, replaced by a mare willing and able to defend herself and those around her. Several ponies will now think twice before messing with her, but others now see her as dangerous to the business with.

-Down Towners-

They have mixed feelings about Harp now. They understand why she challenged the Deputy, but now seeing her as a marked mare.