Fallout Equestria: Desperados

Fallout Equestria: Desperados

Those with Fangs, Part 1

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"Traveling the wasteland of Equestria ment I saw many different animals that survive here. Some were big and some were small; all of which Star Charter was not afraid to eat. Even though she told me her own eating habits were not the norm for most ponies, I still saw and tried the many odd cuisine here. Most were made from the many odd animals that lived in the wasteland.

One of the odd things I came to notice here was the commonality of hybrid animals, creatures that had no business really existing outside of fiction.

Then again, big talking griffins were fairly common, so not that odd for this world.

Among the first I got to know were Nightstalkers who were a cross between a pit viper and a coyote. They were aggressive and dangerous with the ability to turn invisible. This was the bane of any pony trying to cross the mountain range at night. This is also why so many merchants would rather risk fighting raiders out in the open.

Oddly, they really love to play fetch." ~ Azure Dice

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“Now that looks just wonderful on you Star.” Cherry told me as I tried one of the outfits she was able to make from the old clothes and cloth scraps that Slowtrot’s team had found.

It was surprisingly well made and stylish. It used the stable barding along with the thigh high socks and a cute skirt. Nothing like my outfit at the ruffle feathers, but I wasn’t going to complain.

“I’m not sure about the barding, and why did you crop it so short?” I asked Cherry.

Cherry smiled as she examined another outfit she was putting together. “It’s to enhance your feminine looks. The short barding and skirt will give ya the tough mare feel. As for the socks, they act like guiding lines to your crotch.”

I cocked an eyebrow at the prison whore. “Ya. I get that. I worked as a fucking exotic dancer for several years. I want to know why?”

She rolled her eyes as she sat down in a sexy pose. “Star, you're going to need to charm the stallions if you're going to be in charge. Slowtrot, well he’s a doof, and you said Harp was not going to whore her out. Right?”

“I’m not going to fuck them either, Cherry,” I told her.

A chuckle escaped her muzzle. “Maybe, maybe not. The important part is to keep the hope there. As you said, you did work as an exotic dancer.”

I face hoofed. “I get it, so nothing new from what I did before.”

“Except you don’t have any laws holding you back,” she pointed out.

That was true right now. Thanks to Ashy Oaks, I’ll likely be killed on sight if any law pony or bounty hunter found me. But I still, I didn’t want to go full whore. Or worse, become a raider.

“Alright/ I get it. I just need to look good to kick ass along with kick some ass. Just so to keep everypony in line,” I concluded.

Cherry gave me a wink and blew me a kiss. “But once we're out of the area, it wouldn't hurt to join me in starting up a new business.”

“Not a whore,” I reminded her.

She pouted, trying to look cute. “Just giving you an open offer. I mean, just look at yourself! Harp may be cute, but you’re a full on mare. Top shelf fuckible. A lot like my late boss.”

A few of the other mares trotted out from the curtained off part of the room followed by a no longer nude Harp. It wasn't much. Just barding over an old faded red dress and her black socks there were much like my own. She even had a red buckball cap on, making her look a lot more like her old self.

“First off, I really don’t know how you all do it. I trot everywhere without any underwear. Second, we may be letting you set up a brothel here, but please stop trying to recruit everypony into it. Some of the stallions have already propositioned me. I’m starting to think castration is a valid option for rejection,” Harp complained while sounding drained.

As she passed by, I couldn't help myself. I flipped her dress. Under it were clean white panties made from bedsheets which were tied together on the sides.

“Will you NOT!” she huffed at me.

“Oh, I miss that,” I said with a satisfied smile.

Cherry then jumped at her, pulling Harp into a hug. “Oh you're so cute and innocent. It reminds me of when I first started working.”

Harp pushed the mare away, telling her, “That doesn't make me feel better.”

Everypony then shared a laugh, taking a minute to calm down. It was starting to feel a little more comfortable now that we had food, drink, and a change of clothes.

We left what was likely going to be the most popular place in the stable, thanks to Cherry being herself. We then trotted downstairs to where the stallions were preparing the food. There, we joined Slowtrot. Boiled rad-roaches with preserved apples. Some of the other food we brought with us was thrown into the pots, but we were trying to use them sparingly.

With a healthy serving of the stuff, I bit into the sorry excuse for food. It was still marginally better than the prison food. There was at least enough for everypony to get their fill now. Along with the booze Slowtrot fond, everypony was in as high spirits as they could reasonably be.

It wasn’t bad. Everypony was enjoying this little moment. Some of the mares flirted just because they can now. The stallions enjoyed the attention and nopony stood over us with a gun ready to kill us all.

“Alright, so the next stage of this… takeover of the stable… I guess,” Harp announced, her face a bit red from the booze. “So you all already know that we got security cracks and just recently got the medical room open. Meaning we're ready to send a pony below.”

“Are you sure there's going to be trouble?” Slowtrot checked.

Harp shrugged. “Maybe. Other than here and upstairs, the only other door connecting to Spritz’s side is down in maintenance. We all know how she feels about ponies who are not like her trying to claim tech. So, if there is any place a fight will break out, it’s down there. Also, there's a door to the outside down there too, so it could give us an alternative exit if it goes bad.”

She then looked at me. “We recovered three security bardings, a 10mm SMG and two 10mm pistols. I want you and two others to go down there and look around, but try to avoid a fight if you can. We're also going to give the three of you some of the medical supplies we found. Last thing we need is to lose anypony right now.”

This sounded good enough. I get weapons and armor, possibly get to shoot something, and hopefully catch Spritz by surprise.

“So anything I should look for down there?” I asked.

“Pipbuck tools. Tools in general, really. Just anything that might be useful. What's most important is clearing the place of anything dangerous and blocking Spritz from coming into our side unnoticed,” Harp answered.

She then looked over at Slowtrot. “I want you to take over the medical area. Fortantly a lot of the medical supplies that are untouched. Use the medical scanner on your pipbuck and see if you can help anypony who needs it. The helther everypony is, the better we all will be.”

He nodded. “Can do.”

One of the mares then scooted up to him, saying, “Oh, I always wanted to get to know a doctor.”

Laughter was heard all around as Slowtrot tried to politely turn the mare down.

“Also.” Harp continued. “Bitter, can you take a few ponies and move that alcohol still over here? We might want to take it with us if it’s still in good condition. Even if we can't make alcohol with it, it can still be used to purify water.”

“What about me?” Cherry asked, fluttering her eyes.

This got Harp to rub her chin. “Actually, I do have a job for you and your mares.” She then looked over at the window to the other atrium. “Could you try and lure a few of Spritz’s ponies to our side once we unblock the door? As long as we have a few ponies on guard duty and some explosives ready, it should be safe to open the door here.”

Harp then addressed the rest of the ponies. “As for the rest of you, I’m going to set up a team to craft basic weapons and armor. Whoever is not crafting, I’ll need you to gather the materials for it. Neither Spritz’s or us have many guns or ammo, so if fighting does break out, it’s going to mostly be a brawl.”

A mischievous grin formed on Cherry's face. “Oh, I can help with that as well. Make sure we don’t look like raiders.”

Once the food was gone, and bottles empty, we all split up to do our own thing.

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On the other side of the door to maintenance, Harp and another pony dropped off the gear we were going to be using. It was all wrapped up in bedsheets.

“I’m sure Spritz knows what we're planning, but to be safe, I want her to not be certain of how armed and armored you three are,” she explained.

Pulling out the armored barding, the things were surprisingly in good condition considering how old it was. “I get that. Always a good idea to never show all your cards. Speaking of which, what do you plan on doing with those pipbucks if you can fix them up?”

Harp looked down at her own pipbuck as a sly smile spread on her face. “A few things. Mostly, I want to see if I can turn them into two way radios. Since there are so many of us here, it would be a good idea if we can communicate from long distances.”

“I doubt Spritz would see that coming. From what I know about the tin cans, they do jack shit with whatever tech they find,” I said with a laugh.

She then passed me the SMG. It was painted blue and yellow which likely helped to keep it from rusting over the years. “Ya. That's the idea. We can't out fight her, but we could out think her. Just be safe down there.”

“Hey, trust me. I’ve dealt with worse.” I assured while, giving her a smile and a bump.

Once she had left, I finished putting on the armor and helmet. With it was a baton, four magazines for the SMG, and three sticks of powder charge explosives with a lighter. It would be overkill for dealing with a few bugs, but just what I needed if I got the opportunity to fight Spritz.

With me was a mare and a stallion, both former gangeres who were vetrain fighters from what the others told us.

The mare, Henbane, was a scrappy looking earth pony who had her share of scars. A dull green mare, her main was oddly purple at the roots that turned yellow further out to the tips. Her yellow eyes gave off an overall natural danger look to the mare.

The stallion, Chainlock, was your standard looking tough wasteland pony. He also had his share of scars. Not much in looks as he was a dark gray pony with a dusty rust red mane. Unlike the mare, his eyes were a lot friendlier. Nothing like the hard ponies normally seen in the wasteland.

I had agreed to take them with me as both happened to be on Spritz’s shit list. They had survived Bitter's attempt to kill the bitch in the failed ambush, so I at least knew they would not just surrender to the tin can mare. They also likely had too much pride to just abandon me if things got dicy. With how they talked about how they lynched Railway Spike, the last thing they wanted to be was a snitch, trator, or a coward.

Descending down into the maintenance section of the stable, it was the usual old world shine that the rest of the stable had, though things were in a bit worse condition. Rust was more prevalent and some of the lights were out, or on their last legs as they flickered. Most oddly was the lack of the old world smell to this place. It was more damp and had a hint of rotten eggs to it.

Checking my pipbuck map didn’t help all that much as I looked at the maze-like setup of this floor. I could see the rooms, but not what the rooms were for. At least I would be able to find my way back here with no problems.

“Alright, you two. Just stick with me.” I ordered my companions as I waved my pipbuck at them, “as I have the map.”

They both looked at each other nervously, before giving me a nod.

First on my list was the three rooms on our left. It was a dead end, so it would be easy to quickly check before heading to the connecting door and the outside door. Trotting over we found what was listed above the doors as the incinerator, the waste management, and the printer room.

Starting with waste management, the door opened at a sluggish pace. It revealed a room filled with pipes and large containers connected to those pipes. At some point, long ago, one of the containers had burst open. The contents of it had long since spilled out and turned into some chalky white substance. A slow click of my pipbuck told me it would be a bad idea to spend too much time here.

A quick search netted us a toolbox filled with some well preserved tools inside. The blue and yellow paint on them had prevented rust from forming on the important parts. That said, everything else, even the toolbox, was a lost cause here. There was also the sound of tapping coming from the pipes. Likely it was rodents, meaning a rat nest was down here too.

That also meant that we might have another source of food if we could locate it.

Next we checked the Incinerator. The room turned out to be a large furnace and boiler. It was all fairly intact. Some rust was here and there, but I had seen worse. But the skeleton lying on a metal slab, ready to be pushed into the furnace, told me this place did more than heat the stable and it’s water.

Looking around, nothing of any use could be found. The room barely had anything in it to begin with. It did have a lot of danger signs hanging on the walls which read: Do not hang clothes near the furnace, no sorting of combustibles or other chemicals. Be careful. The furnace is always hot. No practicing magic near the furnace.

Reading the always hot sign, it got me a bit curious. I lightly touched the furnace and found it warm. “How is this thing still working?” I asked myself as I studied the thing, looking for any clues.

On the side was another sign. This one had a cartoon stable pony next to a cartoonish furnace. Under it was written, “Stable-Tec heat-o-matic 5000. Keeps the stable warm and the water hot with a system of robust heating talismans. All powered by the stables generator. It can also be used for burning non compsible trash, and in case of the worst, disposing of the dead in a dignified manner. And remember, safety first!”

“Well this is good news,” Chainlock commented, “If we can get this properly working, it means we can take a hot bath.”

Henbane then tapped on the water tank. It resonated with the sound of fluid inside. “Fuck me. I wonder if it’s clean. You know, if it has a working water talaman.”

I smiled a little. “We can check that later, but I’m more interested in taking out the talismans from this. Harp’s going to be ecstatic to get her hooves on them.”

“How so?” Henbane asked, before adding, “Most serious talismans are only useful to places that have the power to run them. Take them out and they're just gemstones.”

“Trust me, Harp can make them very useful to us,” I told her as we left the room. Chainlock followed after having taken the danger signs off the wall for some damn reason.

Last was the Printer room. Inside was what I guessed was the printer and a whole lot of paper. The place was filled with those posters that Slowtrot’s group brought back as well as even more blank sheets inside boxes. The room was also a mess and smelled real bad. Like some pony had been ripping the papers to sheds then used them as a bathroom.

With how dead the rest of the stable was, this room felt like it had life in it.

Seeing one rather foul pile of discolored scrap paper, I slowly trotted over. I placed the bit of my SMG into my mouth. Close to it, I then used my gun to nudge the pile, lightly at first, then with a hard jab.

“What are ya doing?” Chainlock asked loudly.

I then heard a loud squeaking screech from the pile. A swarm of rats burst out which surprised me enough that I accidentally fired my gun at them. Several bullets blasted out. Mos of the bullets hit the floor, but a few killed some of the rats.

Regaining my composure, I watched as the rats scattered and vanished, Some of them scampered off into holes in the walls and others through a ground level vent.

Slinging the SMG back around my shoulder, I let out a sigh. “Trying to not get startled by a bunch of damn rats, fuck you very much.”

He backed out of the room, clearly understanding that maybe next time he needs to not be so loud.

We heard another squeaking screech down the hall. This time it sounded a bit more unnerving. Leaving the printer room, we trotted down to investigate. There were a few more rooms along the way to the door that connected to the other stable. The hallway twisted and turned. It was annoyingly awesome, as though it was designed to be confusing. A laboratory, a cold storage, another bathroom, a manufacturing room. The back was the brake room, generator room, and the air filtration room.

It all got darker and damp the further down we went. Along with that was a strange musky smell which became more pungent.

*Crack*

I looked down to see that I had stepped on some bones, but not ones of stable dwellers. Rather than that, it was one of the animal bones.

It was mole rat bones, but they were twisted as though having been compressed?

“Damn. Smells like a damn snake nest down here!” Henbane said as she covered her hoof over her nose.

“How so?” I asked.

“My family had the misfortune of having to drink from a well that wasteland snakes were fucking in. Once a year the water would smell a bit like this,” she told me.

I cocked an eyebrow, “Are they good eating?”

Henbane smiled. “If ya know how to cook them, they are.”

Chainlock trotted into the breakroom. “I think I see one.”

I trotted after him but stopped him before he got any further in. “Then don’t scare the fuckers away!”

He looked at me, then at whatever he was looking at with a smile on his face. “Doesn't look like it’s scared of us. The dumn lizard isn't moving.”

Looking over at where his head was pointed at, I could see the vague outline of a snake in the shadows. It had small green glowing spots along its side. Letting Chainlock go, as he got closer, it began to make a strange rattling sound. With it, the end of it’s tai, itl began to glow a brighter green as it shook vigorously back and forth.

“Do snakes normally do that?” I asked Henbane.

“Well the rattling is normal for rattlesnakes, but not the glowing tail,” she answered cautiously as she lifted her pistol up and carefully fired at it. The snake thrashed about for a moment before expiring. We all froze as she holstered her gun. “Also rattlesnakes are extremely venomous. Haven't seen one pony live after getting bit by one without getting a shit ton of healing potions.”

“Thanks,” Chainlock said as he trotted over and picked up the dead snake. He put it on a nearby table. “It’s going to be nice if we can find more. Been forever since I had real meat. If we get enough, I might be able to make some gumbo.”

Looking at the snake, it’s scales were a mix of browns with some rust red and dotted by glowing jade green scales along the side of its diamond pattern. It’s tail still faintly glowed. We could see it’s needle like fangs poking out of its mouth. Investigating further, I reached to check the mouth.

Henbane put her hoof on my shoulder. “Careful there. They can bite even when-”

The snake spasmed and lunged at me, biting onto my pipbuck. A line of the glowing liquid trickled from its broken fangs and down the mettel pipbuck. My pipbuck then clicked ferociously as though I just stuck my hoof into a radioactive pool.

I tossed the snake off my pipbuck in shock. “Fuck was that?!”

Henbane took a step back. “What does that clicking mean?”

“Radiation. Tt means radiation.” I told her.

Her face contorted with concern. “Well fuck us. It’s venom is Celestia damned radioactive.”

Chainlock picked up the snake by its tail. He was being extra careful. “So does that mean we can’t eat them?”

“Just throw it in the bag and we can check later,” I told him.

Henbane took a closer look at the snake, grinning. “Say, let's call these rattlesnakes, Raddlers. They are literally radioactive rattlesnakes after all.”

I shrugged, “Fine by me.”

With the Raddler hunt over, I got to investigate the break room. On my pipbuck’s map, it was connected to the other side, the door of which was already open. As for the room itself, the place had been a warzone with dead ponies all over. Their bones were decayed and broken. Many of the thick metal tables had been used as a barricade. They were also dented by bullets. The guns that caused the damage long since rusted over to uselessness.

I could see a few unopened bottles of booze in here along with some packed snacks high on the shelves. though no telling if they were still consumable till we take a closer look at them. Instructing the others to grab what they could, I trotted to the other stable to take a peek.

It was more of the same. Skeletons and lots of bullet dents all over. One difference was the red cloths around the skeletons legs and sometimes on their heads.

There were also fresh hoofsteps in the dust here. Clearly one of Spritz’s followers had taken a quick look inside.

Following the trial out of the red’s break room, I saw that the hoofprints went from down the hall and into the air filtration room. It looked like there was a lot of activity here, like they found something important.

“Is it smart to come here?” Chainlock asked quietly.

I shook my head and told them, “No, but I want to know what they are up to. Just stay here and on guard. I’ll be quick.”

Trotting to the ventilation, it had a window looking into the ventilation room of the other stable, and both rooms had a door to the outside. In this room the door to the outside was open, but closed on the blue side. It had a skeleton slumped up on the closed door. “Looks like the red overmare managed to get out in time,” I muttered to myself.

When I trotted out, I found myself in a large open cave that was filled with glowing fungus and moss. Not far from here was a pool of water infested with wasteland toads. One of the pests was stalking some large bug crawling on the ground. I frowned in disappointment since those toads were a bane of any water source here in the wasteland. They fouled it up by multiplying in them. They also produced a toxic slime on their back and they tasted goddess awful to eat. A pure blight on the wasteland.

Ignoring the toads, I trotted further in and found a single tunnel on the other side. There were a few fresh hoofprints here which went deeper in.

As I traveled deeper into the cave system, I came across a dead gecko. It was reddish in color and quite large. The thing had been shot and the ground around it had scorch marks. The fucker was a fire gecko which was not a good sign. They were likely what was making the rotten egg smell down here. Fortunately, unlike the snakes, I knew that the gecko was good eating, so we may need to come back down here after dealing with Spritz.

As I went deeper still. Everything became more quiet and the smell of rotting eggs became even stronger. The hoofprints I had followed were now gone as the ground was dry and dustless. So, looking at my map for some direction, I had already passed a few forks in the tunnel. This place was as confusing as the stable. It was good that I had a map on me or I could have easily gotten lost while trying to get back.

Making another turn, I trotted into a moss covered skeleton of a stable dweller with a rust covered pipbuck on and holding a rusted box. By the red armband, I could only guess it was the overmare from the red side. Taking the pipbuck and opening the box, I found a few odd things inside. There was some sort of stick that looked like it could attach to my pipbuck, a painted 10mm pistol with ammo, some odd looking tools, and what looked to be preserved food and water.

Something about this told me that this bitch was planning to get out from the start. But why?

That question had to wait till later since the sound of as raddler tail caught my attention. I pulled out my baton and I activated my S.A.T.S. I used it to quickly jump to the side and swing hard at where the sound came from. I hit something far bigger than a snake, yet I could not see it? The thing hissed loudly as pebbles scattered from whatever it had impacting on the ground.

The air shimmered for a moment in my pipbucks light, all before the creature seemed to materialize from thin air. It was just like when Prism would come out from her invisibility. It was covered in mostly white fur with gray tips, but also a white scale along it’s side that had a gray diamond patter which ended in a long rattlesnake tail… by the goddesses, fucking why?! It was some sort of albion nightstalker!

I rushed in on it as it scrambled up. I smashed it’s head a few times with the baton until it stopped moving.

“Fuck! First radioactive snakes, then fire gekos, now goddess damn invisible nightstalkers!” I grumbled to myself. Nightstalkers alone were bad news, but having mutant ones with invisibility powers was a whole new level of dangerously fucked up.

Again, a rattling from behind me put my hairs on edge as I got ready for another fight.

Just barely seeing the light from my pipbuck pass through it simmering, I focused on where I guessed its head was. I was sure that the beast would be watching my eyes. Using the magic of my evil eyes, I forced the feeling of domination and fear along with a sense of pain, re-imagining when I got shot just the other night.

After a moment, the nightstalker dropped its invisibility. The fear it’s bodylaguage was clear. When it whimpered, I let it go from my stare, the best thing it could do was scramble away with snake tail between its eyes. When no other nightstlaker appeared, which was odd for them, I relaxed. As I had been told about them, they normally travel in large packs which was why they were so dangerous. Maybe I got lucky and there were just two of them down here.

Now with that threat over, I returned to my previous goal. I found another tunnel further up above me. Trotting through it, I could hear the faint sound of voices. Making sure I was careful to not make too much noise, I got closer. The smell of rotting eggs was even more putred here.

“Come on, boss. W’ere rich. Why can’t we sell this shit?” a stallion asked.

“Because that’s not what you think it is.” the voice of Spritz sounded a bit annoyed.

“Then what is it, boss?” asked a mare.

Peeking around the corner, I saw Spritz and five of her followers looking at a pillar in the cave. The pillar was yellow and had several large yellow crystals poked out from it. There were also several steam vents down there causing a fog to blanket the ground.

Spritz trotted over to the crystal lined piller and pulled off a piece. “Because these crystals are not the kind used for making decorations. They’re crystallized sulfur and we can use it to make gunpowder.”

The other five went “awww” in amazement.

“All we need is charcoal and some nitric acid. Both of these we’ve already found in this stable.” Spritz said with certainty.

This was bad news, but I wasn’t sure how bad it was. Both sides already had explosives, and I was sure normal gunpowder didn’t work in any of the guns we had. Still, It would be a good idea to tell the others about this. Maybe Harp would know what Spritz was planning.

The sound of a rattle caused one of Spitz's followers to then jump back, pull out her gun, out fired.

Another follower then laughed as he kicked a rock over where the mare had shot. “Fuckig snakes are everywere. Don’t think I’ve seen so many nasty critters in one place before.”

Spritz then slapped the mare on the side of the head. “What did I fucking say about shooting your gun down here?!”

The mare rubbed her head, “Ss...sorry. I just got startled.”

As she spoke, there was a loud hiss in the distance. All of Spritz’s followers took a step back.

“Great. I thought as much. Let's trot back before whatever that is decides to come and investigate.” she told them. They all nodded.

If there was a time as good as any to get the fuck out of here, it was now. Turning around, I heard vigorous rattling and saw a green glowing light. Before I could react, the damn raddler lunged at me, biting onto my leg.

Pain erupted through my leg.

Shouting “FUCK YOU”, I kicked the snake off me and pulled out my SMG and unloading it onto the bastard.

Then I stopped, realizing I had just given myself away.

Spritz looked in my direction. Her eyes narrowed in anger, but no words were spoken. At the same time a deep rumble and deafening hiss filled the tunnel.

I galloped away. I only briefly checked my pipbuck to make sure I went in the right direction. Each step set my leg more on fire. Fortunately it didn’t take long to return to the stable. The sound of Spritz’s heavy hooves not far behind me.

Henbane and Chainlock were waiting for me, guns at the ready.

Jumping into and falling onto the floor of the stable, Henbane slammed her hoof on the door control switch, but it just sputtered and hissed, barely moving.

A gunshot then just barely missed Chainlock. Spritz had come out of the tunnel, a gun in her muzzle.

“Forget fighting. Let's just go!” I told the two as I pushed myself back up, but my leg slipped out from under me, causing me to fall back down. The pain had gotten worse, and now felt like I was on fire. “Shit! Help me up!”

Chainlock turned around and pulled me up, only for the two of us to get shoulder checked by Spritz.

“You fucking bitch. I am not going to just let you crawl away!” Spritz growled at me.

Her eyes then fell on Chainlock and narrowed. “I remember you.”

He got up, gun still in his muzzle. As he pointed it at her but she smashed him with her hoof, sending him flying through the doorway into the break room.

The other members of Spritze’s group then stumbled through, panting in exhaustion. They all saw me in shock.

Placing a hoof down on me, pinning me to the floor, Spritz smiled. “I wonder what your friends will give to get you back, especially in one piece.”

Her gloating didn’t last as they all were knocked over. A pony sized head of a raddler burst through. It’s fangs penetrated one of Spritze’s followers. The mare screamed in pain before she was dragged back.

Gunfire erupted as the other ponies fired on the massive snake.

Using the chaos, Henbane grabbed me and dragged me to the break room.

Spritz spent no time coming after me, but she stopped when Chainlock rolled a lit powder charge stick over to the bitch. Grabbing it, Spritz tossed it out of the stable and at the snake, thus giving Henbane enough time to again slam on the door control switch. Fortunately, this time, this door actually closed.

“Fuck! You okay, Star?” Henbane asked, seeing me in pain.

“No fucking way I am. One of those damn raddlers got me.” I told her.

I was then lifted up by Chainlock and put onto his back. “Then lets get the fuck out of here befor she opens the door!”

The burning pain in my body only got worse, causing my vision to blur. It all felt… horrendous.

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Unique Item Obtained

Stable-Tec IF-21A1 machine pistol - A simple but effective gun made by Ironshod Firearms and given to Stable-Tec. It was designed with higher quality and rust resistant materials to ensure it would stand the test of time. Unlike the more common military 10mm pistols, this one is a bit heavier and fires full auto.

“Dear ma little cousin Apple Bloom, I’ve sent you this shipment of pistols as both a gift and because I just don’t know what to do with them. Again, it seems our cousins keep making guns nopony asked for or needed. Always using your sister's name without her permission. I don’t know what’s gotten into them, but I’m just too busy to go deal with it myself lately. As for the guns, they're actually really good. Too bad that they are also just too expensive to mass produce for what little demand there is for them. So they're going to fall off the back of my truck, so to say. Do with them what you will. If you get the chance to talk with Applejack, please tell her I’m sorry for the trouble the rest of the family has been causing her.” ~ Braeburn