Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Twenty Three

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My eyes opened to look at a slowly moving ceiling fan, it squeaked every now and then, just like in Doctor Helga's office.

“Good you're awake, you gave everypony a fright when you collapsed at the front gate, and with little Wiretap on your back no less.” Doctor Helga said as she trotted over to me, a grin on her beak.

I ground, as my body still hurt all over. “Oh... right. The Smelters chased us all the-”

“Back to town, ya, every creature saw. Both you and that other mare had been burnt and shot, yet somehow you made it back to town.” Doctor Helga explained. “Well you're alright now, though you did manage to get a hairline fracture in all four of your legs, worse in the back. It even looks like some pony attempted to chop a back leg off. Between your armor absorbing the blow and those titanium struts stopping it, you're lucky to still have that leg.”

I sighed with relief. “Oh, good. At least that means I can still do my job. So how much is it going to cost to fix me up?” I tried to do the math in my head, but I was not that good at math either, I just knew I was about to go deeper into debt.

“Nothing. Grizzly is flipping the bill for this. Anyways, hairline fractures don’t require setting the bone and I've been removing bullets since I was a chick. One healing potion did the trick, after I made sure nothing was out of place and you were disinfected. Though I advise not trying to break that leg any more for a long while. Healing potions can work miracles but over time it will make the bone more brittle, to the point it might as well be made of glass.” Doctor Helga told me as she passed me a glass of water and two pills. “The pain you're feeling right now is just from sore muscles, and blood loss, so just take these and you'll feel better.”

Sitting up, I took the pain killers, and guzzled down the rather clean tasting water. “Wait… you said Grizzly is paying for this.”

Doctor Helga rolled her eyes. “Barely paying for much. The healing potion did most of the work. Though I decided to give you a full examination while you were out, since Grizzly was paying.” She then pulled out a cigarette, and then passed one to me.

Taking it, I was no smoker, but I had learned to enjoy it once and a while. But it was odd for any of the griffins here to give anything for free. “A free cig… please don’t tell me I’m pregnant!”

“No, you're still safe, and quite healthy. But I will suggest you lay off the booze for a while, or make a choice.” Helga as she lifted up a jar with the contraceptive pills. “Your liver can't keep dealing with both, you see. Either quit drinking so much, and you can keep fucking risk free, or keep boozing and risk popping out a foal.”

I was a little confused. “My liver… like the thing we should never eat from the animals?”

Doctor Helga nodded. “Ya, the medicine you take to keep from getting pregnant is hell on your liver if you take it regularly. Same for alcohol, but the two together will kill it. If your liver dies, you die.”

“Oh… alright.” I said, taking her words to heart.

“Good, well now that you're up, you should get going. Grizzly is expecting you.” Doctor Helga said cheerfully. “Oh and just for your information, in case you can’t put the booze down like a lot of others, I am well experienced with helping a pregnant mare.”

“I… rather not need that. I mean, it would interfere with work.” I said in a bit of a worried tone.

Doctor Helga then sighed. “Only for a few months. But there are a few freaks out there who pay tons to lay a pregnant mare. Sugar is actually a month away from starting to show herself.”

I froze at that. “Wait, Sugar Honey is pregnant!?”

“She mixed up her jar of pills with candy. Or at least that's what she wants ponies to think. Sparkling has already booked her for when she shows, and set up a calmer job after the baby is born.” Helga then shrugged. “Sparkling may be an actual slave driver, but she still looks after her mares, so don’t give her a hard time about it. Now you should get going, we’ve chatted for long enough. I'll send Grizzly a message that you're coming.”

“Ya… thanks.” I got out of my medical bed, still in a bit of a shock, puffing at the cigarette. Trotting out, I took a moment to finish my cig, then made my way to Grizzly.

As I trotted through the casino, the lack of the hustle and busses of ponies had to mean it was well past normal hours. Though I was sure the Red Light showroom was still busy, meaning I was missing out on getting paid. But out here it was just the few insomniacs betting what little money they still had.

The few employees still around, greeted me as I passed, but only briefly as they had work to get to. Some were a bit more friendly than others, but that was probably because I've slept with them before.

Making my way to the elevator, the two guards just stepped out of my way, letting me in. I still dreaded the moving death box, but I tolerated it as it moved, only flinching a little when it stopped with a ding.

What greeted me was Grizzly sitting at a guards table outside her office, puffing away as a cigarette and sipping some booze. The guards were around, but all in front of her office door like a wall.

Seeing me Grizzly waved me over.

"Lottery, I am truly happy to see you." Grizzly greeted me as I sat down, alcohol on her breath. "And I am ashamed to admit it, but I greatly underestimated your worth."

I felt a little confused, "Well, I'm sure you were close."

She poured what had to be an expensive drink and then pushed it to me. I sipped it and it was… like nectar that burned all the way down and burned back up. "Ohhh, trust me, I fucked this up real bad, and all out of spite. Could have put you to better use then as one of Sparkling's mares. Though I have to admit, you've done a good job there, like even I'm tempted to hire you again, but to step on me this time."

I visibly cringed at that idea.

Grizzly sighed and took a swig of her drink. "Ya, I get that, you're not into mares just like I'm not into stallions. Still don't know how I managed to get through my engagement with Tripwire. As handsome as he is, stallions are just not my thing. Then again I had Sparkling cover for me through most of it, and I was drunk on the night I fucked him. Still, it wouldn't have been the shitshow it was if the union had gone through." She then sighed. "Which brings me to why I'm apologizing to you."

From under a bottle she pulled out the magical contract that binds me, it still had the burn mark that was Tripwire's signature, and placed it in front of me before continuing. "When I first saw you, I only saw one of Tripwire's little toys, not a mare who had simply fallen into his trap. So When you came crawling back to town, and was alone, I let my disgust of Tripwire take over my rational mind."

I dared not interrupt, and just sipped this wonderful drink as she spoke.

Taking a long drag from a cigarette, burning it to its nub, Grizzly then put it out in a rather full ashtray. "So I decided to push you into Sparkling's care, seeing nothing more than a whore to squeeze caps out of. I guess there was a really good reason why both our families wanted Tripwire and I to get married. We're both right bastards. But now here you are, having done what my mercenary's failed to do. And I'm left actually feeling guilty for my actions."

So many things ran through my head that it was near paralyzing. But one thing was becoming clear, and it was good. But first, I needed to know one thing. "Is Wiretap alright?"

Grizzly sighed. "She will be, those bastards roughed my baby up, but she will recover. And from what Molo told me, you saved her from something worse. She's currently sleeping in my office, where nopony can hurt her."

That was good to hear, and I felt a smile creep up on my face. "So… what next."

Grizzly lit up another cigarette, and held it on the magical contract as she puffed. The contract then caught on fire, slowly burning until nothing was left. I felt somewhat lighter, as though a weight had been taken off my back.

"First off, you're free." Grizzly said as she leaned back in her seat. "You no longer have to work at the Red Light to pay off a debt that was never yours to pay. Though if you wish, you can stick around and properly earn more caps, and under a more fair work contract. Or, you can just go home, I'll even give you a cart to haul any extra shit you might want. A quality one too, since you earned it."

I found myself… relaxed for the first time in a long time. The thought of working at the Red Light Showroom for another week or two crossed my mind, as I would be able to keep my pay now. But I crushed that under being able to just go home, and with my head held high. I only worked there because I need the caps, but now, free from debt. I would truly be a whore if I stayed now. No, I could finally leave, and forget this mess.

Finally, after so long, I can return home and let the wasteland rot for all I care. But something nudged at the back of my mind. Something I didn't want to think about, but couldn't help.

Tripwire was still out there, and building his terrible mezmetron. Maybe the wasteland will sort it out on its own, no need for a fool to play hero. But if he gets what he wants, raises a brainwashed army of slaves. How long will it be before it comes to my home?

Could I let others suffer for my mistake? Had I not suffered enough, let countless stallions into me, and endure humiliation upon humiliation. Didn't I deserve to be… forgiven.

I shook my head, only now realizing what I had been doing all this time. Why I never fought with Grizzly, and why I was so willing to accept getting fucked over figuratively and literally.

I had been punishing myself for helping Tripwire.

Still there was little I could do. It all was far beyond me. I could at least let Grizzly know why Wiretap was taken. "I… might take you up on the offer for a cart. As for the Red Light, I think I'm done whoring myself out. I've probably had more sex in this last month then I'll ever have for the rest of my life. That aside, I heard the leader of the Smelters say something-"

"Onyx Heart, Molo told me." Grizzly said, cutting me off. "If I see that bitch again, I'll have her other eye plucked out."

This then bugged a question. "Did the raiders know that Wiretap was Tripwire's daughter?"

Puffing her cigarette, she huffed out. "Fuck if I know." Then she slowly exhaled, smoke ascending over my head. "But I'm sure none of them would have cared."

"Even Tripwire?" I asked.

She nodded. "Fuckers probably got brats all over. Wouldn't be surprised he had impregnated Onyx at some point. Wiretap just happens to be his first foal, not that it matters to him. Ponies are just tools to Tripwire, something to be used. It's why I was fine being with him so long ago. I knew that as so long as I produced an heir for both our families, he wouldn't even bother getting close to me. But I guess he needed to prove his superiority over me, and I was not going to be talked down like that."

Grizzly then shrugged. "But that's in the past, so why bring it up?"

"Well, I felt you should at least know, with all he has planned." I told her.

"Is that so?" Grizzly asked, seemingly very interested as she poured me some more of that drink. "Back then I didn't care, but now that my daughter has been harmed… I do now."

Taking a deep breath, I began to tell her everything I knew. About the Naysayer family, the mezmetron, and how it can be used to enslave ponies. I hadn't told anypony about this, other than Molo, and not in this level of detail. I had been too scared to, too worried that one of Grinder's ponies would come for me if I talked too much.

I wasn't sure she would believe some, if not most of it. But after over a month of just keeping it in, somepony needed to know. And so I left myself bare, not hiding any detail this time.

Grizzly was very quiet, staying that way even after I finished. Slowly she puffed on another cigarette, clearly thinking long about my story.

"That…" she said, pausing to take another drag of her cigarette. "That sounds so like him. Tripwire never liked it when a pony did something he didn't tell them too. There was one time a slave completed a job ahead of schedule, and he held a grudge over it for a week. I'm sure he's mellowed out over time, but a brainwashed slave army sounds like something he would do."

"So you believe me?" I asked hesitantly.

Grizzly let out a low laugh. "Let's just say that I believe you're not lying to me. But if some of what you said happened, who knows. We did have some psycho mutant overlord controlling an army of mutant alicorns just a few months ago. So ya, mounds of moving corpses, and a mind control gun… It's possible. Not that I ever want to find out personally."

She then put out her cigarette, finished off what was left in her glass, and relaxed. "Anyways, I'll be sure to send Gwadina a message about this. Though the last I heard, the fight over Fillydelphia is still quite fierce, so it may be awhile until she sends her griffins out here to hunt him down."

"As long as something is done, I'll be satisfied." I said with a sigh. "So, I should get going. I'm sure my ma has a few gray hairs from me being gone for so long.

There was a giant in Grizzly's eyes, as though there was something more she wanted to say, or ask. Something she wanted.

"Say, Lottery… you want to do a job for me?" She asked calmly, but with a smile I didn't quite like.

"I… no, not really." I said, but curiosity took over. "What's this job… and no, I don't want to fuck a client, now that I don't have to."

Grizzly chuckled with a mischievous tone. "Well, he's not a client of mine, though you will have to do a few tricks for him. But trust me, It will be worth it, and unlike the slobs around here, I guarantee that you will have lots of fun. Anyways, this is not about earning caps, but gathering intel. The information you gave me is just a story, not enough to do much with sadly. But I know a pony… well a pony-like creature, who will have the information I would need to help ruin Tripwire's plans."

I didn't like this, but if it helps, then maybe I should at least humor her. "So who is this… pony like thing?"

"Duke Pharynx the Fifth." She said.

"What!?" I blurted.

She shrugged. "Ya, if any creature knows where Tripwire is, he would. The bug has his minions snooping everywhere in this region. Likely why Tripwire paid him off, information is quite valuable you see."

"Alright, but why did you call him a bug?" I asked.

Clearing her throat, Grizzly then leaned in and whispered. "He and his minions are changelings." She then sat back and chuckled. "It's why they're the best lovers around, they feed on love. Also, they can become what you desire."

"What's a Changeling?" I asked, even more confused.

Grizzly paused for a moment, then sighed. "Dear, there is too much to explain about that topic. But for brevity, their shape shifting pony like bugs that feed on love. But before you jump to conclusions, they're for the most part, peaceful. Mostly because there is not much love to go around anymore."

This was sounding less appealing as she went on. "And you want me to do what, fuck a bug for information on Tripwire?"

She nodded. "Well yes. Though it's more about having them pamper you for a day. Trust me, you will understand if you go out for me. Anyways it's been awhile since I've sent Duke Pharynx any ponies as tribute. So I was thinking that you can go with a group, and get to know the Duke personally."

"Wait, tribute?" I asked, feeling concerned.

Grizzly waved a hoof dismissively at me. "Don't twist your panties about it. You won't be a part of that, and the ponies involved have already agreed to such a thing ahead months ago. Simply, they will act as mothers for their eggs, and get paid a lot for it. In exchange, Ursa's Rest and the Duchy keep a good relationship. We also give access to each other's resources. Trust me, It's a deal everypony benefits from."

She then smiled, "Anyways, you'll be spending time with the Duke, which even I'm a bit jealous of. Last time he paid us a visit, he made quite the mare for me. Almost gave Wiretap a half sister that night."

She then caught herself drooling a little, and quickly wiped it off before continuing. "Anyways, if you take the job, I will make sure that you get whatever you want, so long as it's in my power."

I took a deep breath, trying to sort this out in my mind. "So… you want me to travel to the Duchy of Crystallis Motors, fuck Duke Pharynx the Fifth for any information involving Tripwire… correct?"

"Yes." She confirmed.

"You think I'm enough to convince him?" I reminded the mare.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh I'm sure of it. The changelings have a type, and you fit it almost perfectly. Actually, I'll send that gay twink with you, since the two of you together make a queen bitch of a nightmares. I'm sure Pharynx won't be able to resist at all. Anyways, he's no fool, I'm sure the Duke already has plans for if Tripwire turns on him, and is just waiting for an opportunity to hedge his bets.

"Won't Sparkling Delight be better for this? Whatever I'm good at, she's better." I asked

A long sigh came from Grizzly. "Too true, but Sparkling would be a fetish too far for the Duke. That and if she goes over there, they're not going to want her to return. That's why I need a proxy for this, otherwise Wiretap won't be able to see her aunt as often as she does."

She then reached out her hoof to me. "So, what do you say, do one last job?"

"I… I'll think about it." I told Grizzly, unsure if I should do it or not. Anything that could help stop Tripwire was good, but at the same time I wanted out of the sex work.

"You do that, think long and hard, get some proper sleep while you're at it. If you decide to take the job, I'll set up a caravan right away." Grizzly said as she pulled out a box. "Oh, and take this, it's for saving my Wiretap. It's the least I can do right now."

Taking and opening the box, inside was several high numbered chips, a scope, and a long black cylinder.

"For your rifle." Grizzly explained. "Asked the Horus for something, and that old griffin sent a scope and suppressor up. Said something about good old guns getting a good upgrade. Anyways, with those you can shoot far and make less noise, an excellent combo for any rifle."

Closing the box, I got out of my seat and put the box on my back. "Thanks, and again, I'll think about it."

Leaving, I felt that I might as well get some rest. Despite having been out cold for hours after getting back to town, I was still very tired.

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I was back in that dark place, running in place, going nowhere. The sadistic laughter closed in on me. There was no escaping it, I never had before.

I knew what they wanted with me, what they would do to me. A violation of my body and mind. Even before they caught me I could already feel them slithering into me.

"Need some help?" Molo called me from a ledge above, holding out a hoof to me.

I hesitated, unsure if I should. Like so many times before.

I then felt a tug, but not at my legs, but at my suit. Lifting me up into the air, Molo then tossed me over her and onto the safety of the league. "Geese, if you need help just ask, it ain't going to kill ya."

"It… it could." I muttered.

She laughed, but it was a laugh filled with joy that seemed to banish the malice and lust they hounded me. "Maybe, but how are you going to make friends if you don't ask for help silly?"

Strangely, Molo's voice seemed more high pitched and her colors were a bit… pinker?

Molo then looked over the edge and cringed. "Those are some nasty ghoulies."

Looking over the ledge myself, it was a large group of stallions with misshapen faces, all eyeing me like prey to be hunted. "They are."

Again Molo laughed, and strangely the goulash rape stallions cracked and shattered. What was left behind was a green grassy land with several cute animals having a tea party.

"What?" I said, feeling confused.

Molo patted me on the back, now even more pink. "Think nothing of it. And if the ghoulies return, remember to laugh. There's magic in laughter. Even in the most hopeless and scary of situations, if you can laugh, you can find hope."

A wide smile formed on Molo's face as she began to inflate, turning into a pink balloon and popping. Confetti went everywhere and painted this dark dream with a rainbow of colors.

For a dream, it was almost too much. But as I sat there, watching the colors spread, a smile crept onto my face. Slowly, and uncontrollably, I began to laugh.

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Waking up, everything felt… strange. I had a real dream, not just a nightmare. I had no hangover, and there was no stallion in my bed. There was no smell of sex in the air, and strangly enough, I felt truly rested for the first time in over a month.

Getting up, I noticed a pony sitting beside my bed, messing with my jumpsuit. Molo was stitching up the cut in the pant leg of my jumpsuit. Unfortunately she was using an obnoxious shade of pink as thread.

"You can sew?" I asked the ex-raider.

Molo chuckle. "I can sew, do laundry, some cooking, and clean a dirty diaper."

"And you learned all that, where?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes.

"As a pillow mare. I had plenty of little sisters and cousins to help look after." She said with pride.

Getting out of bed, Inbound that my muscles were still a bit sore. "That sounds nice."

Molo nodded. "It was." Then she tossed me my jumpsuit. "Anyways, you did good out there. No way we would have won that fight with the Smelters. Shame you lost that kick ass gun though. But besides that, let's have a victory feast, the bear lady gave me a bunch of chips to spend."

My stomach grumbled at the sound of food, almost demanding.

"I'll take that as a yes." Molo said with another chuckle.

So after getting dressed, Molo and I made our way down to the casino restaurant. I don't know why, but I decided to throw on one of the dresses that Margret gave me long ago. It just felt right that since I no longer worked as a prostitute, I should wear something more proper.

Molo on the other hoof took one of my more suggestive outfits. It was something I had gotten when drunk, and very much looked like the outfit the hookers outside were often seen in.

"Hay hay!" Molo spoke up, getting the attention of two stallions. "Does my ass look fat in this?"

Both stallions looked rather uncomfortable by the sudden cornering by a mare, shaking her flank at them. One bit the bullet, and courageously said. "Your ass is the only thing fat about you."

This got a laugh out of Molo, saying, "good answer, maybe I'll see you two later." With a wave and a wink, we were finally back on our way to get some breakfast.

"Was that necessary?" I asked her.

Molo shrugged. "I just needed to check. See if I still got it."

I rolled my eyes. "You have got it more than me, so let's not not invite stallions to try and fuck us."

"But isn't that the fun part?" The voice of Low Pressure came from our side. The pegasus was in quite a dapper outfit, it a trilby hat and three piece suit. All looked quite expensive.

"Don't tell me you already spent all your chips?" I asked him.

The stallion avoided my eye contact, finding the ceiling more interesting. "Not all of it."

"Whatever." I said with a disappointed, yet not surprised, sigh. "We're getting something to eat, want to join?

A goofy smile formed on his face. "Oh I sure can go for a snack right now."

With the chips given to us by Grizzly, we ordered the best breakfast the Ursa's Den could provide. To say the least, we weren't disappointed.

Razor razorgrain pancakes with sliced banana yucca and mutfruit baked in. Along with a wildberry syrup and a side of sweet cornbread. It was exceptionally expensive, and by Celestial it was good. Even the watermelon juice was a nice mellow sweet that helped wash it all down.

Stuffing ourselves as much as possible, I had to stop before I puked, despite how much I wanted more of it. Frankly, all three of us were so stuffed, that even I would have mistaken us as pregnant ponies.

"Oh fuck… maybe the Enclave falling was worth it." Low Pressure said, letting out a long burp. "Cloud fruit is garbage compared to this. Absolutely tasteless."

Molo chuckled weakly, then burped even louder. "Tell me about it, so many ponies thought that Celestia above had blessed us when fruit trees rained down. Then they ate your shitty cloud fruit. Still better than tato's, and some of those ponies are trying to keep those trees alive."

"Let them have em." Low said dismissively. "Truth be told, that Lightbringer did us all a favor, knocking us out of the sky. All there was to do up there was; work, sleep and fuck. You would be surprised how many affairs were going on, and then the idiots would send letters to each other. Reading them was the only real entertainment I had, other than finding a new stallion to worship my form."

"Right, your job up there was to spy on others." I commented as I rubbed my full belly.

He huffed. "No, not spying. I made sure no pony was spreading sedition. It was really important work for keeping order. Caught a few dashites too, all complaining how unfair and wrong the enclave was. Poor fools got themselves branded and exiled for it. Should have been good citizens and just kept it to themselves."

Molo rolled her eyes at him. "So you're one of those ponies. You would have fit right into old Fillydelphia. But that's all in tatters now, and you're one of us."

Low shrugged. "So I am. But other than how dirty it is here, I can't say I'm not having fun. If I play my cards right, I can go back to living a life of confort."

"Say Low, have you thought about finding your Ma and Pa?" I asked.

He let out a short laugh. "Not once. They'd expect me to do some real work if I was with them. Always busy buddies about our legacy and the social hierarchy. Probably would want me to pick a mare and produce a foal. Anyway, they were in New Cloudsdale when the Enclave fell, and last I heard, it was on tour over on the west coast."

"Any other family?" Molo then asked.

"Five sisters actually. All but High Pressure had stuck close to them. And I'll tell you, High is a real bitch. Like always stressed and angry wherever she was, or getting drunk on her favorite sparkling wine. Probably shot herself soon after the clouds fell, or got executed by one of the many ponies who hated her guts."

Well his family sounded like a lost cause.

Turning my attention to Molo, I was a bit curious about her family. "How about you, Molo, did you go looking for your family?"

Molo went silent for a bit, and then let out a long groan. "Ya, and their for the most part still the same. Though I could tell that things had gotten a lot worse under Redeye. I wouldn't be surprised that once the NCR clears out the rest of the slavers, all the Pillow Mares will cling to a stallion and leave the brothel life behind."

"How bad was it?" I then asked.

"Well, first off, they no longer were allowed to protect themselves." Molo said bitterly. "The Pillow Mare were an independent group, and should have stayed as such. But Redeye wanted to make things better, setting a better path for the future and shit. But having a gangger group of prostitutes hanging around was not in his planes you see. So he had stripped the Pillow Mares of all their power and gave them guards, all to help them. This of course led to said guards getting paid off by the slavers and all the braminshit that continues on from there. The only Pillow Mares that were left were the ones that knew how to stay under the raider and shit. Heard that my own mother got taken to the pit when she tried to cheat a slaver. Which I was not surprised to hear."

Molo loudly clicked her tongue in annoyance. "I got to say, I told you so, to their faces. But it was a hollow victory for me. And I at least got to piss on some of Redeye's shit before it got sent to the bonfire."

She then looked at me with her own question in her eyes. "What about you, Lottery, finally going home?"

I nodded. "Ya, time to take my shit and fuck off. Truthfully, I can't say it was fun. But I can say I got my fill of the wasteland for a lifetime. Now I just want to go back to my old life and pretend nothing ever happened."

"Ya, I get that." Molo said and then managed to get one more piece of pancake in her mouth, slowly chewing before she swallowed. "But are you sure you don't have one thing you want to do? Ya, you got to fuck a lifetime of stallions, but what about something else. You know, like seeing the statue of Friendship City, or helping out the NCR."

"Maybe when I first started. But now… now I'm not the mare I was before." I lamented. "I wanted adventure and romance, what I got was a nightmare, and becoming the town's wagon. If only I never met Tripwire, then maybe I would be out there, enjoying life. Or maybe I would have been caught by raiders and made a sex slave till I died."

"If I were in your boots, I would be seeking revenge. He's no Redeye, so I bet if I can find him, I could kill him." Molo boasted.

"Except nopony knows where he…" I froze, now remembering the offer Grizzly gave me.

"You okay Lottery?" Low asked.

"No… well, yes. I mean I don't know…" Taking a deep breath to collect myself, I decided to let them know. "Grizzly offered me a job. She's going to tip off Gwadina Grimfeathers about Tripwire's scheme, but my word isn't much to go on. So she wants me to get information from the one pony she knows would have information on Tripwire's whereabouts."

Molo's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, sounds exciting. What's the catch?"

"Ya about that, Grizzly suggested I go in as a Red Light mare. Meaning I'll have to prostitute myself out one last time for the possibility to fuck Tripwire over." I explained.

Now, for some reason, Molo was looking at me seductively. "I say let's do it."

"I'm in." Low Pressure added.

This caught me off guard. "Wait, I haven't even agreed to it, so why are you two jumping aboard?"

Molo leaned forward, looking me in the eyes. "Why haven't you? Or are you in denial?"

"About what?" I asked back.

She smiled. "Wanting payback. I can read it on your face. Under all that fear and self doubt, you're smoldering with loathing. I bet a day does not go by without a thought of shooting his head off."

I again took a deep breath, and let out a long exhale to keep myself calm. "Maybe, but I'd rather just go home."

A chuckle came from Molo. "I bet, but I know you will never be rid of him in your head. He will haunt you for the rest of your days if you just run and hide."

I slammed my hoof on the table. "SO WHAT IF HE WILL!"

Molo stayed calm, a slight smirk on her muzzle. "I'm not saying to charge at his front gate and fight an army. Just to help put his demise into motion. As a friend, I'm suggesting this for you, a way you can get some closure. And maybe have some fun while you do it. Also getting some caps out of Grizzly is a nice bonus."

Calming down, the thought of at least aiding the downfall of Tripwire's ambition did sound… good. At the very least I can get some good stuff to take home with me. Maybe several grown mutfruit trees, or some extra guns. Anyways, it's not like fucking one more stallion will kill me, and maybe it will be fun. Duke Pharynx was rather handsome last I saw him.

"I don't know why I'm saying this, but alright. I'll do this job, and maybe it will be… fun. But as soon as things turn bad, were getting the fuck out if there." I told them.

Molo smiled wide, like the raccoon that got the chicken. "You know, before we go do anything, we still got some chips to spend, and my last dress got a bit messed up.

I smiled as well, feeling a bit excited for a shopping spree. Seriously, I did need to do something for myself.

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