Murky, now a free pony, treks the Wasteland on a quest to find his friends.

His bonds since broken, his journey takes him to a settlement formed around an old train-station town; a place for rest, relaxation and revelry for all those who've suffered the Wasteland's machinations. Little does he know, though, his stay will impart upon him a side he never knew about himself.

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This story is a non-canon interlude taking place between the final chapter and epilogue of FuzzyVeeVee's story Fallout Equestria: Murky Number Seven that I wrote almost a year ago. As such, it contains significant spoilers. However, the content of the story has been written in such a way as to be enjoyable for those who have no prior context. That said, if you want the full context, I highly, highly suggest you check out Fuzzy's story. It's a harsh, painful journey, but it's a lot like playing Dark Souls or Cuphead; it's worth it in the end.

Contents: A Mutant Alicorn stripper, possibly drunken sex, Murky being adorably inexperienced, size difference (are you surprised?) and writing that clearly isn't up to par with the content it's derived from.