Fallout Equestria New Horizons: Demon Mares

The Meek ain't gonna inherit shit! because I'll take it

Hoofington, the most violent region in the entire wasteland. Named so after the giant-shaped hoofed island sitting in the middle of a large river leading to the ocean. Before the war, this land was a drip in greater Equestria, a small settlement of little interest. But when the war started it became a place of installation, the Hoof turned from a backwater to the third most advanced city in the nation with the motto “Hoofington rises” behind it. Also made it a target for Equestria’s greatest enemies, with its advanced defense system it stood for any attack but it failed like the rest of the country when the bombs drop.

But even dead the city stood, as its black tower loomed over the wasteland as if it stood above it. The green glow of the core city creating a sickening green taint to the landscape itself. The land was dotted with hundreds of makeshift towns that sported in the wake of the end of the world, all seeking to carve their piece of the pie.

Charity watched all of this from the safety of a view screen with a smirk on her face, staring at the wasteland gave her a sense of pride she hadn't felt since she started her first business. Of course, owning a hidden underground government shelter as your base of operations was another type of pride, the pride that comes when you know you made it.

But this was nothing for what’s to come, when she was done the wasteland would be hers.

She sat back in her chair turned back to her desk, piles of neatly stacked papers sat to her sides, the room that she had made her office was a large former command room with screens showing the entire area around the encloser. a metal box-shaped device sat next to her, a yellow screen flashing test before laminating her face. Her smile grew as text saying 'Mission completed' popped up on her screen.

“Finally, it's all coming together.” That was all she said as she looked up to the sound of buzzing from the box that spooked her. The screen flash then slowly forms into an image of a yellow earth pony mare with a red mane, tied up by a red bow.

“Looks like the mission was a success, the Security Mares have been killing it these last few jobs.” She spoke with a hard accent in glee. “Them girls are something else, they lay the smackdown harder than a bull gone wild.”

Charity just nodded and sat back, the little unicorn’s horn lighting in a yellowish glow. A desk draw was incased in the unicorn’s magic grip and sled open, with the same aura a pencil and papers flew onto the desk. And within a second was jolting down words, Charity had never been great in magical telekinesis but she could use it well enough for what she needed.

“Prepare to send this message to the Society when Blackjack and others get back.” She paused in thought. “And tell the Reapers that our favor is about to come in.” She turned back to the screens, staring at the wasteland with that same wicked smile. “With this everything we’ve been planning will come to head, that bitch won’t see what’s coming to her.”

A buzzing sound broke Charity from her thought as the screen flashed blue. “The Security Mares have returned Ms.Charity, Blackjack says they have presented the Society order.” The mare on the screen cringed a bit at that last part, clearly being an A.I. didn’t stop from you getting disgusted at more vi;; thing.

“Well send them in, I don't have all day.”

Another buzz sounded and two large double sted open to reveal the trio standing in a dimly lit white hallway. In the middle, the cyber mare carried a bag in her talons that dropped with red sustains to the center of the office, she raised the bag as proof of a finished job. “Job’s all finished boss, wasn’t super hard but we needed to use a rocket or two,” she said with a little hed breath. “Yep, nothing over the budget boss.” The cyber mare seemed to coward a little before her superior, a filly. Young enough to be her younger sister.

Charity just nodded waving her hoof. “Job well done Blackjack. Y'all can have the rest of the week off if you want while I set up the next job.” Then she paused for a moment. “But none of you will be paid for the week, understand?” That got groans from Blackjack and Rampage but Charity just rolled her eyes got annoyed at it. “Don’t y'all groaned at me, should I remind you all how you fucked that job last month?”

“Bu-But Charity that I didn’t know we were transporting glass.” Blackjack protested.

“You dropped 4,000 caps of glass items from Canterlot you idiot! That job would have helped a lot and you missed it up on a hunch!” At that the cyber mare backed down, knowing she had lost. Rampage giggled at the display causing Charity to give her the stink eye. “Oh don’t think your perfect Rampage, I see those dens in that armor! Do you know how much that cost?”

Rampage just looked away as if trying to escape the attention brought on her. “2-2,000 ca-.”

“No! No! No! 6,000 caps to get your armor repair to full condition by the Reapers. 6,000 for you waste away rushing into anti-material fire you fucking moron! Rampage you are trotting money waster when you're supposed to be a Reaper Death commando and a Zebra Impy act like one!”

The sight of an armored death mare like Rampage being lectured like a school filly by an actual Filly would be a humorous sight, in reality when one understood the power dynamic between Charity and her “employees” it took on a more “horrifying” sight. Rampage simply just kept her mouth shut as Charity took the bag away from Blackjack floating it to the side of her desk.

“Besides your all getting your biggest payday next job. The one we’ve been preparing for a year now.” They all lit up at that. “The next job is one we spent two years training, six months building towards, we're getting our revenge.” all of them showed surprise at that. Looks of shock between them. “So rest up the rest of the week, go enjoy yourself if you want. but get ready, because the next job we’re taking the fight to that bitch Dawn and her Hargbriners.”

All three mares stared at each other without saying a word, but the same expression written on their faces. Determination and desire. Blackjack turned to face Charity. “Just one thing boss.” She grabbed the helmet with her talons and remove it to her side. Revealing a white pony with a black-red strip mane, eyes that glowed a soft hue of red that was unnatural. But most noticeable of all was the sight of a shattered horn on her head.

“Dawn’s mine you understand and mine alone.” There was no argument just a simple nod from the young filly. With that the three mares trotted out of the office, Charity silently watching as they want. When they were gone she turned back to her wasteland with the same wicked smile.

“Hoofigton rises indeed.”