Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Twenty Two

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Will-o-Wisp had led me to one of the ruins here in Ursa's Rest, something once called a bowling alley. I had never been here before, but Wiretap had told me about the place a few times, and how a group of younger wastelanders hung out here. It happened to be the same group of ponies Grizzly didn't want her to be around.

"Okay, why here?" Molo asked me, sounding a bit confused.

"It's where Wiretap would normally sneak off too. Now let's go inside."

"Looks dirty." Low complained.

I rolled my eyes. "You don't have to go in, maybe just keep watch from out here."

Low shrugged and then flew up and out of the way.

Molo laughed and nudged my shoulder. "I wish I could do that. Just fly away from any braminshit."

"Same here," I said with a sigh.

Trotting into the bowling alley, the door was fortunately unlocked, and I could hear ponies inside. Light shined down from holes in the ceiling, giving us enough light to see as we trotted in. Playing some games in the light was several teenagers, all different levels of dirty and age.

They quickly took notice of us, the smaller ones hiding behind the bigger. "The fuck you want?" One of the older teens yelled.

"Looking for Wiretap, have you seen her?" I asked as we got closer.

The oldest teen rolled her eyes. "Like we told the buzzard, we ain't fucking seen her."

"Are you sure about this?" Molo quietly asked me.

Looking at the group of teenagers, I saw the pale glow of a blue flame dancing on one of the teens.

"Ya, I'm sure." I told Molo, then pointed at the teen with Will-o-Wisp on them. "You, what's your name?"

The young pony stumbled back, and for a moment I saw the glint of blued steel.

The oldest then blocked my view, glaring at me. "Why do you want to know? Who the fuck are you?"

Trotting up to the teenage colt, he was almost as tall as me, but still quite thin. "Well you see, I had been restoring a few guns, the ones on me actually." I moved a little to show off the rifle sticking out from its holster. "Something Wiretap enjoyed watching. And she really liked my revolver." I then showed off the empty holster.

"What revolver?" The teen asked, a bit of nervousness in his voice.

"What indeed? As you can see, it is missing. The other day Wiretap took it from my locker, and then vanished" I explained as I looked over his shoulder, and at the younger teen filly. "It's hard to miss. Black in color, and the bit holder's wood is stained in the Ursa's Rest colors. A real custom job." I then smiled at her. "Just like the one she's trying to hide."

The teen filly then bolted, but ran into Molo, who somehow got around them while I was talking. The filly then pulled out my revolver, but quickly got grabbed and disarmed my Molo.

"You gotta be faster than that cutie!" Molo said to the teenaged filly.

The older colt just sighed and got out of my way as he glared at the filly. "Spur, what did you do?"

I recognized the name, Wiretap, having mentioned her several times as her close friend. She was the pony who would tell Wiretap how to be an adult and other nonsense.

"I've done nothing, honest!" Spur squealed. She was just as thin as the others, likely fifteen years old, and with a cutie-mark of a ten pointed rusty metal star inside a fireball.

As I got close, I saw that Molo was looking at Spur with a disappointed gaze. "What wrong Molo?" I asked.

Moving to just sit on the filly, Molo then moved Spur's ear to show a marking behind it. "This little bitch is a born and raised Smelter raider, got a clan mark and everything."

Spur's eyes widened in panic as she began to struggle harder, but found it futile while under Molo. "I'm not, honest, HONEST!" She shouted.

Molo just shoved her head to the ground as she passed me back my revolver. "Shut the fuck up, I know your one of the Smelters. No other ponies brand themselves with the symbol of a pouring flaming pot. They're deemed killed on sight by Gwadina herself. Not that any pony needs an order to kill a Smelter."

Closer, I saw what was behind her ear, though crude, the symbol was exactly what Molo said it was. Holstering my revolver, I bent down to get closer to Spur. "Tell me, where is Wiretap?"

A glob of spit hit my face.

"Spur, I'm trying to be nice." I warned her.

"Go suck a fat cock!" She spat back at me.

She then let out a scream as Molo pulled on her earring with her magic, telling her. "Talk or we drag you to Wiretap's mother, and trust me, she's not going to be nice like us."

Spur began hyperventilating as she struggled to move again. I looked to the other teens for some help, but they had all already run and scattered out of view. So returning my attention to Spur, I knew I needed to get creative.

With a clang, I dropped my bear trap in front of Spur, the filly's eyes locking on it. "You know what this is, and what it does, right?"

"Y...you wouldn't!" She sputtered.

I opened it up, the trigger clicking. "Hurst like a bitch, I would know, stole this from the Corps Dancers after stepping on it."

Molo whistled. "Ran into those assholes and lived, not bad, Lottery."

I smiled. "Did more than that, if you didn't here. The Corps Dancers are all dead, I killed most of them with a baelfire egg launcher. The rest got picked off by a group of pissed off Enclave."

I then moved the trap closer to Spur. "So tell me if I wouldn't."

She looked at the bear trap for a long moment, and then let out a breath we didn't know she had been holding. "Fine, I'll tell, I'll tell. The Smelters are holding her for ransom. Every day Grizzly doesn't pay, they will burn spoiled brat!"

"And where are they holding her?" I asked.

Spur squirted again. "Get off me and I'll tell."

Thinking about it for a moment, I nodded. "Alright. Molo, let her go."

As Molo moved off the filly, Spur then jumped up and patted herself down. A wide smile then formed on her face. "If you want to know, she's up your ass!"

Thick smoke billowed out of a small bag she had on her, causing Molo and I to choke. Getting out of the smoke, to catch our breath, the sound of a door being kicked open caught my attention.

"Oh I fucking hate Smelters so much!" Molo coughed out.

"No time for that, after her!" I ordered.

Through the smoke and bursting through the door, we exited the bowling alley to find that Spur was nowhere to be seen. As though she vanished into thin air.

"Again, I hate Smelters." Molo huffed.

"Hate who now?" Low Pressure asked as he landed from above.

This might be a lucky break. "Say Low, did you see an older filly run through this door?"

He nodded. "Just now, ya. She bolted out of here, right into that bramble patch."

I looked to my left and saw a rusted chain link fence tangled with a thorn covered vines. There were scratch marks leading to a small opening, likely where she went, and too small for me. Trotting over to the fence, to my annoyance the bramble patch extended far out, intermixed with ruined buildings and other things that obstructed my view.

"Fucking brat." Molo said as she passed me my bear trap. "Ain't no way we can follow from here, but hey, at least we got a clue."

"No we can't, but Low can." I said as I looked back at our Pegasus friend.

He pointed at himself then shook his head. "Hay now, I'm not any sort of scout."

Trotting over to Low, I patted him on the shoulder. "All you need to do is point us in the right direction. Anyways, if we save Wiretap, I'm sure Grizzly will reward you."

Molo then chimed in. "Ya, you could even upgrade from taking dick to giving it. Business wise I mean… which is kindove the same."

Low Pressure was clearly thinking hard about it as slowly the idea formed in his head. "And they will see how great I am, maybe understand my genius." He then spread his wings, flapping them to hover off the ground. "Alright, I'll go see where she is heading, and meet you at the front gate."

With that he flew up, and we trotted off.

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At the front gates I triple checked my revolver, only finding a few scuff marks on the gun.

"Say Molo, what can you tell me about the Smelters?" I asked.

"Their assholes for sure." She answered, but when I gave her a stern look, she further explained. "They were one of the fuckers that were working with Redeye. Had control over some old metalworks factory down south, melting down scrap and selling the shit to Redeye."

Molo then levitated one of her SMG's. "This is probably made with Smelter steel. And if that's all they did, I wouldn't have such a problem with them."

"And what else did they do?" I inquired further.

She groaned with annoyance. "Lots of shit. First off, terrible Jon's, liking to get real rough when fucking. Cauterize wants all that bad, but he was more level headed for a Smelter. But the rest like to cause pain and shit." Molo then ran her hoop through her mane. "It's why most of us keep our names short. Too much of a risk of it getting pulled too hard. Other than that, they are horrendous slave drivers, often raid their neighbors, love to set everything on fire, oh and perform live pony sacrifices. Or so I heard."

"Live...pony… sacrifice?" I said slowly.

Molo nodded. "Never seen it, but Cauterize told me about it. Something to do with blessing their steel. That the best steel needs to be given blood and bone. Real cult shit."

I nodded. "That sounds horrible. And who's Cauterize?"

"Oh Cauterize is a stallion I've been traveling with on and off. Got chased out of the Smelters, and went independent. But he don't raid no more, though still likes to fight and shit. And is a good fuck if you like it rough, might have seen him at the brothel." She explained.

I shrugged. "If he's been to the Red Light Showroom, then I might have fucked him."

The sound of a pony landing near us caught our attention as we turned to look at a smiling Low. He then informed us, "Saw the little pony heading to some big building a ways away. Didn't go near, but it clearly saw raiders in some thick leather like armor and bulky helmets guarding the place."

"Sounds like Smelters." Molo added. "The basters like their fire protection. Did they have big colorful guns with red canisters on them?"

For a quick moment, Low scratched his chin. "Ya, I do remember seeing weird yellow guns like that on a few of them."

"What guns are those?" I asked my ex-raider friend.

"Flamers." She said in a serious tone. "Remember when I said that they love setting shit on fire. That was not a joke. If it can be used to set shit ablaze, they will use it for that fucking reason. The few times I've had to tango with one, and not in a bed, the fuckers practically burnt everything down around them to kill me and my crew."

Molo then detaches a part of her armor to show a large burn scar on her back. "A fucker tagged me too. The fur never healed quite right."

She then put her armor back on and flashed me a smile. "But don't worry, the fuckers are horrible shots, well most of them are. If you can get at em before they get close, you should be safe. Just watch out for their fire bombs. They're good at throwing."

"Noted." I said as I turned to Low. "Alright, take me to them."

Low shrugged and sighed. "Alright, but I ant helping you fight. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Anyways, if my beautiful face gets damaged, my life will be over."

I rolled my eyes, "alright, once we're there, just stay out of the way and wait for us to leave. If we don't make it out, go tell Grizzly. You got that?"

"Clear as a crystal pony." He replied.

Molo trotted up to Low, pulling something out from her saddlebag. "Just in case we need any more help from you, take this." She then hoofed over a ducked taped covered can with a pull fuse. “Just pull the string and toss it at any pony that looks at you funny, or chasing after us.”

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It took awhile to get to where Low had seen the Smelters, and the sun was already well past noon. Though work had me on the move a lot, I hadn't had a long trek like this in months and my legs were letting me know.

It… felt good to be moving like this again.

Pulling out a set of binoculars, I got a better look at the raiders guarding the building. At least seven of them, with three in the thick armor Low mentioned, and had masks clearly for dealing with smoke. The other four looked like your normal raiders, spiked armor and strapped with Molotov cocktails. Most of them were on top of the building, with just two of the heavy armored raiders near the front door.

"Nice binoculars! Where did you get them?" Molo asked.

"At a spitroast." I said flatly, just glad that at least getting the binoculars was now worth it. "We got two big raiders at the door, and one on top with four less armored raiders."

"Could we just talk with them?" Low suggested, but got a deadpan stare from the two of us. "Okay, bad idea."

Molo then took my binoculars, scanning the building. "These are nice, got good range." She complimented before giving them back to me. "But ya, we need to find a way around. Likely there's a few more of them we don't see. And knowing these assholes, they probably have some other nasty weapons being kept hidden."

"Like what, a hidden entrance?" I asked.

Molo shrugged. "Maybe. I was thinking about a back door or a sewer entrance. Places like this tend to have more than one way in."

It didn't hurt to give it a shot. "Alright, let's see if this place has another entrance."

As we trotted around the building, making sure we were not seen. We saw a part of the road that went lower into the ground and into the building. It was blocked off by junk and a chain link fence, along with noise makers, but no guards.

Molo looked up and smirked. "Looks like this is a blind spot, the view is blocked from up there."

Looking up myself, there were a few old billboards that would make it hard to look down from the roof. On the billboards was some sort of two wheeled motor wagon and an advertisement for sparkle-cola.

Returning my attention to the barricade. From what I could tell, it was made so that any pony that tried to climb it would cause enough of a racket that the Smelters would all hear it. This put a smile on my face, as I had another way through.

Pulling out the bolt cutters, and folding open the new hinged hoof holds. It made it easier to pack away if I could just fold them up. So I began cutting open a hole in the fence, feeling happy to finally use the tool I restored. Once the hole was big enough, all I had to do was push some of the junk away, and done, I had a way in.

"Alright, I will stay here, you two ladies have fun." Low Pressure told us, and began flying back to a hiding spot.

Entering, Molo quickly followed, where we came to a door. Looking at my friend, I suddenly realized that I didn't know what to do next. "Uhh, you have a plan, Molo?"

She cocked an eyebrow at me. "Plan, I thought you had the plan." She then sighed. "Here, why don't we keep our heads down, find the foal, and once we know we're good for it, go loud. Catching them with their dicks out will generally go in our favor."

I nodded. "Okay, makes sense. Stay quiet, find Wiretap, and shoot our way out."

"Sounds like a solid plan to me." Molo agreed.

Taking a deep breath, we entered the building.

Dark would not begin to describe the inside, pitch black more like it, and it was still day time. I fortunately had a magical torch with me, it produced a weak beam of light that at least helped me see a little.

We had entered what seemed to be a holding area for parts of that two wheeled motor wagon on the billboard. All long rusted away, and scattered about. Fortunately nothing was in our way, so Molo and I quickly trotted to the other side, then up some stairs.

Another door stopped us, a light seeping under it.

"Um… Molo?" I whispered.

"Ya, what?" She whispered back.

"What do we do if there's a raider in the way?" I quietly asked.

She rolled her eyes and pulled out a knife. "Kill them quietly."

I nodded and turned off my torch. Opening the door, it creaked a little, but no raider was near enough to hear it, so we stepped through. Carefully, we trotted through the hallway, head on a swivel.

As we passed a door, we heard a loud crack, the sound that a hoof makes when slapping a face. "You said what!" An older mare growled.

Then we heard Spur speak up. "Sss… sorry moms, I got scared. She was going to shove a bear trap in my face."

Then I heard the sound of a body being tossed against a wall, followed by the mare snarling out. "We're trying to not let any pony know we're around, or that were the ones doing this. Now we're going to have the Pear Valley Raiders breathing down our necks because of you! We can only hope you weren't followed, Spur. Unless we get that ransom money fast, were going to be fucked."

Well that confirmed that at least we were in the right place. Now to find Wiretap.

Moving on, Molo and I quickly ducked into a dark room as the sound of hooves approached. Waiting for them to pass. My ears then caught Molo suppressing a chuckle.

"What's funny?" I quietly asked.

She smirked. "I know who that is, the mare I mean. It's Cauterize's sister, Short Fuse. Oh he's going to want to know about this."

I sighed. "Let's focus, we need to find Wiretap. "

Scratching her chin, Molo looked around and then smirked again. "Well I think this is where they sleep, so where the prisoners are kept should be close."

"You sure?" I asked as I looked around, seeing several ratty beds.

She nodded. "Raiders are paranoid fucks, and keep a close eye on their bounty. If I had to guess, she's probably in some storage closet if she's lucky."

I dreaded asking, but I had to. "And if she is not lucky?"

Molo's face contorted to disgust. "Chained in one of the sleeping rooms for the raider to have fun with."

I swallowed my own disgust, and suggested. "Let's look for a storage closet first."

Waiting for it to be safe, we trotted out of the room, and quietly m9ved further down the hall. It didn't take long, but we found a door which Molo pointed out as a janitor's closet. When I tried to open it, we found it locked. Being careful, I then pressed my ear to it and hoped to hear something.

My ear twitched as I heard a whimper.

"There's a pony in there." I whispered to Molo.

"Alright, I have the watch." She told me.

Looking at the door, I knew I was no lockpicker, but I did see something I could do. The hinges of the door were fortunately on this side, so all I needed to do was free the pins.

Pulling out my chisel, I got to work. The pins were old, and rusty, but I worked slowly and using good old fashioned earth pony power, forcefully pry them free. The first came out, making a loud ping on the floor, but nopony seemed to notice. The second one was easier, being lower to the ground and the metal not as corroded. Breaking the pin out of the hinge, the door was now free to open. I carefully tried to move the door using my tools, swaying and rocking.

With a light thumped, I let the door land on me, and gently slide off. Now with light flowing in, I saw Wiretap as she saw me. "L... Lottery?" She said with a weak voice. The poor filly had been clearly beaten, but fortunately it looked like it was only that.

"Ya, I'm here to get you out" I told her as I reached out.

She took my hooves and tightly hugged onto me. "I'm sorry." She whimpered.

I gently stroked her head. "Its fine, we all make dumb mistakes. Now stay quiet, we're going to get you home."

"Really?" She asked, her voice pleading.

"Just follow us." I told her.

The sounds of hoofsteps coming from the direction we just came from put me on alert. A shrill mare's voice grew louder; it was Spur's mother Short Fuse. "I can't believe this, every one of them a fucking moron."

I was sure we could take her, it was just one mare. But there was a second group of hoofsteps, loud and heavy

A muffled voice then spoke up. "Come now lady Branding, the welp still brought us our hostage. She may yet prove herself before the flame."

"Charcoal, if we don't get those caps, kiss our standing with Onyx Heart goodbye. Without help from the old families, we may not be able to reclaim our home from the fucking NCR." Branding growled.

My stomach churned at the mention of Onyx's name.

"And who is she going to turn to, no clan is as strong as us." Charcoal argued.

Branding then groaned. "We're not as strong as we were, not after losing the forge! Lately I've been getting messages about that three legged bitch smooching up to Onyx, digging her hooves into what should be our place in this horde. Fucking Balefire Fiends, and there flames damned fortress. If my father was not such a pussy, we could have taken them out and claimed their base for ourselves with the help of Redeye. Now were just begging for scraps at the hoof of that fucking Naysayer. "

Charcoal grunted. "Give it time lady Branding, Grinder has not forgotten the old alliances, and so long as he has power, we will rise again."

I felt a nudge as Molo pointed me to move the other direction. "We can't fight Charcoal, trust me."

Quickly, the three of us made our way the other direction, putting space between us and the soon to be angry Raider boss.

Turning a corner, we skidded to a stop as we saw two raiders at the end of the hallway with their backs to us.

Molo looked at me, pulling out her knife and nodded.

Knowing what she meant, I drew my shotgun-axe, and readied myself.

Quietly I lunged forward, and violently brought my axe down, splitting the back of the damned raiders skull open. To my shock, the axe froze the gore.

Looking at the other raider, they had no time to make a noise as Molo covered their mouth and repeatedly stabbed them viciously. As the raider and ex-raider hit the ground, any sense of victory faded. sitting on one end of the room we had just entered, eating their dinner, were seven more raiders in yellow and black pattern armor.

"WE'RE GOING LOUD!" I shouted as I freed my shotgun from the raiders head, causing the frozen gore to crack and spill out, and opened fired.

The raiders dove to the ground and flipped the tables as I quickly unload into them. My aim was true, but the raider's armor stopped the worst of my pellets. And soon their guns were pointing out from behind the tables.

"Get the filly to the other side!" Molo told me as she pointed to a doorway with one SMG, and fired at the raiders with the other.

Throwing my shotgun down, I grabbed Wiretap and dashed to the open door on the other side. Molo closely followed as she shot at the raiders. Somehow I managed to make it to the other side without getting hit, bursting out of the room and sliding into the ground. As I looked back, I saw Molo tossing a few firebombs behind her to block the raiders.

An alarm then went off, the sound of rusty bells was all around as putrid cold water began coming down from the ceiling in spurts. If the gunfire was not enough to tip the raiders off, this was.

Getting up, and with Wiretap now on my back, holding on for dear life, I dashed down this hall, where I saw stairs going down up ahead. As I prepared to jump down, I saw a raider trotting up, the two of us did not have any time to dodge, and we collided. I managed to prevent myself from rolling, and pushed off from the raider and into the air, only having enough time to spread my hooves out in front of me for a landing. The sudden stop came with a sharp pain going up all four of my legs, with the one with the metal struts screaming a bit longer than the other three.

“Ohh, I’m going to need some med-X after this.” I muttered to myself.

A growled came from my side as the raider got up, shovel in his magic. “You're going to need more than that, bitch!” he said as he swung his weapon as I tried to jump away. The blade of the shovel connected with my back leg, causing even more pain. Again it was the one with metal already in it, as though the wasteland hated that leg in particular. Pulling back the now blood splattered shovel, the raider and I were a bit shocked to see that it had dented on my leg. “The fuck?”

Not wasting the opportunity, I quickly drew my revolver and fired all six shots into him, center mass, and as fact as I could. His armor protected him from the first three shots, but the second three went in, causing blood to pour from under his road sign armor. He wobbled and stumbled back before slumping over.

Holstering the revolver, Molo then came jumping through, landing on the dead raider. “Go, go, go, go!” She repeated in a panic as she pushed me to moves before she started running ahead of me.

Following her, I looked back to see what looked like a power armored pony, but nothing like that of a Steel Ranger. Covered in spikes, leathers and some kind of coarse cloth all gave the armor this wild feel to it. But what filled me with dread was the skull shaped helmet full of gold teeth and some sort of heavy gas mask under it. At both of his sides were two brightly colored strange looking guns with a spout at the end. And how they would drip literal fire clued me in that they were flamers. “I found our hostage.” The muffled voice of Charcoal spoke from the armored pony.

We didn’t stay to chat as we quickly made our way to the next door. But before we could get away, an explosion of fire erupted in our path.

“Don't even try!” the shrill voice of Short Fuse yelled at us. Turning to look at the mare, I saw a rather gaunt and mad looking mare covered in tattoos… no, not tattoos, but burns that looked like tattoos. From hoof to head she was covered in what had to be one big continuous branding. She then loaded a large red shell into what was likely a grenade launcher. “Make another move and I can guarantee that you two will be dead and that filly there will be living with half a face for the rest of her life.”

Molo flashed the raider boss a smile. “Ohhh, looking good Short Fuse, been a long time. I see you've underwent the right of the branding. Shit, that's got to have been painful.”

Short Fuse snarled at Molo. “Its Lady Branding to you, bitch! And why the fuck are the shatter hoof’s doing here?”

“Naw, just me, oh, and I have a gift from your brother.” Molo said as she tossed all her fire bombs into the air, with only a few of them lit. Then fired a short burst with her SMG, it clicking empty almost as soon as she fired. Hitting one of the bottles, fire erupted and rained down, setting everything ablaze.

A loud crack soon followed, and the same cold and putrid water began coming down around us here.

Branding fired at us, and we dove out of the way of the explosion. As soon as fire from her grenade spread, the disgusting water put it out. Not wanting to wait for her to have a third shot at us, we ran through the doorway, and loud thumping chasing after us.

We could see it, the front doors just ahead, it having a big green sign I knew meant exit hanging above. I knew there were more raiders on the other side, but we didn't have much choice but to charge forward. “Hold tight, Wiretap.”

The sacred filly was practically choking me as I charged at the door, I then jumped, turning my body around in mid air, and reared back as much as possible. I bucked as hard as I could, hitting the doors with more force then I had ever mustered in my life. Denting them the fucking doors as they smashed open, each one hitting something with a heavy thud and making a slight imprint of a pony.

My legs seriously didn’t like this, and pain erupted through my body. But the pain was a second concern as I looked up, and saw Charcoal chasing after us. His flamers leaving a trail of fire behind him as his hooves dented the ground with power and furry.

With a hard slap on my hip, Molo Spun me around, saying “Nice buck, now keep running!”

Now pointed in the right direction, I bolted out. The two armored raiders guarding the door had been knocked down flat and left dazed and confused. With a clear path out of here, Molo and I ran, ran as fast as we could. But the feeling of heat, a flare of light, and the roar of two farmers behind us only meant that Charcoal was getting closer.

With flames licking as my ass, the one thing I didn’t expect to see was a Pegasus waving at us further ahead, with a dumb grin on his face.

“Use the damn tin grenade chicken wings!” Molo shouted.

Only now realizing the danger, he pulled it out and pulling the string with his teeth, then tossed it. Unfortunately it didn’t fly far, stopping just ahead of us.

Molo and I found the strength to again dash forward, almost jumping, my adrenaline keeping the pain in my everything at bay. Passing the grenade, with our tails nearly on fire, we then heard a loud pop, followed by a guttural roar of anger. I looked back as we ran and saw Charcoal stopped dead in his tracks, covered in some green like slime, firing flames futaly in rage.

“The fuck was that?” I asked on the run.

Molo laughed. “You’d be amazed at the shit you can make with toxic chemicals. I think the pony who showed me how to make it called it, smooze. All I know is that it keeps a pony from going anywhere for a while.”

“Well let's get back to Ursus Den before any of them catch up to us.” I said, panting loudly.

“Ya, no time to rest.” Molo agreed.

Flying in between us with a smile, was Low. “Did I do good?” he asked.

“Fantasticks.” I said as I tried to keep up my pace. “Now can you carry this filly?”

He then shook his head. “Ya, no. She is a bit too big to just be called a filly. She will slow me down.”

“Fuck, whatever, just keep an eye out, in case the raiders are following us. I might need to stop soon.” I let him know. My whole body felt like it was on fire from the inside.

Low Pressure then gave me a salute. “Can do.”

Actually, it felt like somepony had stabbed me with a red hot poker in several places, and the pain was getting worse. "Say Molo… is it normal to.. feel.. oh Celestia it hurts."

She looked at me and smiled, only now I noticed she had several holes in her that were bleeding. "Getting shot, ya, it hurts like a bitch, but you seem to be handling it just fine."

Oh, so that's what I'm feeling. I didn't like it at all, and now I was starting to feel rather light headed.

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