Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Twenty Six

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Content warning: this chapter has sensitive and graphic content involving drug use, death, and rape.

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My hoofsteps echoed as I ran, and like before I went nowhere. Vile laughter grew closer, gitty at the opportunity to violate me again.

I've been here before, and suffered being caught, so why do I keep running? I knew why, it was why I always ran, even as those vile voices got worse every time they caught me. The taste and the feeling of them, I remembered it well and hated it. And I hated that if I ever gave up, then they would never let me go.

Somehow I knew if I gave up, the nightmare would then start not with me running, but with me submitting. Then what? Would I be trapped in that horror, doomed to be a tormented play thing. Would I learn to enjoy it, twisted into a pet of cruel forces? Or maybe I'd become one of them, forcing others to endure the same pain and humiliation I went through.

All were horrendous thoughts, and none I wanted to become.

I tried to scream for help, any help, but no sound would come from me, but still I tried.

But I then saw something… a blue flame drawing my attention to a door? A rather nice looking door painted white. Somehow I managed to run to this door, opening and jumping in before the voices had caught me. Having slammed it shut, I saw a lock and turned it, then hoped it would hold.

With a bang, the door bent and bounced back, the vile things on the other side now desperately trying to turn the nob as they spoke vile things to me. "Open the doors and your legs." "Let us in, let us in you." "It's fun, your screams are music." "You know you like it, why else did your body climax when he forced himself on you."

Again they laughed, then began describing my rape in detail, reminding me of it all. Sitting behind the door, holding my ears shut with my hooves and crying. But it didn't help, I could hear it all.

Will-o-Wisp then danced in front of me, its pale blue light somehow calming me. Then I realized that this was the first time I tried to call for help.

I then reached out and let the little flame dance on my hoof. Its heat didn't burn, but it did tickle a little. "Did you come to help me?"

It danced a little more on my hoof, causing me to laugh a little. I was then interrupted by the vile voices, now screaming and howling, desperately trying to get in. They seemed pathetically panicked, causing me to now laugh at them.

Strangely, the more I laughed, the worse they got. But I was not afraid anymore, it was my dream after all, why was I letting them torment me. I held power here, not them. Eventually they just stopped, and only my own laughter remained.

It took me a long moment to calm down and actually look around. Where I found myself was a place that looked a lot like the Red Light's private rooms. Strange and disturbing sounds coming from them. I myself was in something much like the uniform there, but far more stylish and not made for easy access for clients. Similar to a dancer's dress, lots of frills and one back leg uncovered to show my stockings.

I had to admit it, but the dancers at the Ursa's Den were quite beautiful, and I had wanted to own a dress like that of my own. Having one like it now on me, though in a dream, felt right. I felt like a proper mare, similar to the strong mares from the old movies, and not some cheap whore.

Feeling compelled to investigate, I trotted to the first door and opened it, expecting something strange. I was surprised to see myself in front of the big place where I met the mule. Daral was there with his robot, the mule clearly suffering from a hangover, where I looked just fine. Somehow I knew, that night I didn't drink, or at least didn't drink much, resulting in Daral drinking more. That night we talked, and just that. No sex, no being robbed in the night, and now we parted, to go our own ways.

I hadn't made my first mistake in the wasteland in this room. Likely able to make it all the way to the Duchy without ever meeting Tripwire.

Seeing myself still with eyes filled with wonder, it hurt me. I wanted to be able to see the world like that again, wanted to just go put there and not think somepony is going to use me, abuse me, and then throw me away.

I then went to the next door, to see how else things might have been If I was not so stupid. What I then saw caused me to stumble back in shock. Blood and gore splattered the walls and floor as two armored feral ghouls ripped into me. My own lifeless corpse stared at me as the ghouls feasted like animals.

Here I had not heeded Tripwire's warning, and trotted inside the radiation filled bunker. There the two guard feral ghouls attacked, and my weapons were useless to save me.

Running from that door, I felt compelled to open the next. I hoped it was something less horrifying. In it, I was having fun with a Duchy pony in a private room. The experience was new, and all so addictive. I wanted to stick around, earn some caps, and have a bit more fun.

Moving to another door, there I was, being raped by the Brain Nails after wanting to cross without anything to trade. They had not let me just leave, insisting I could work off the fee. Now I was tied up in a painful looking position as the stallion took turns with me, the only thing telling me how long it had been was the tallies carved into my flesh. My current rapist had a spiked piercing on his dick, and went in deep.

Seeing myself like that, Bandsaw standing over me, her wicked eyes watching. She then whispered, "a healthy mare like you will definitely breed some strong foals."

I wretched, all too glad that in this dream I had no food in me to puke. But I knew this must have been how that mare must have felt, the one I abandoned with the Brain Nails.

Hesitantly I opened another door, and it showed me in a combat uniform. I stood next to the red stallion, Dynamite he said his name was, who was heading to Fillydelphia on top of a bulldozer. A fight was raging on and I was going to be part of it, shooting at slavers who stubbornly held onto their peace of the city.

At the next door I gasped at seeing myself be set upon by the Corps Dancers raiders. Having screamed in pain at stepping on the bear trap, the female raider saw me and knocked me down before I could draw my rifle. Now I had been dragged next to Chilly, beartrap still stuck to my leg, and being used. Somehow I could feel the pain in my leg and the raider thrusting into me, just like with the other raiders, spike studs digging into my insides, cutting me as I screamed in pain.

Another door showed me trading my hunts to an Ursa's Rest merchant, having settled into life in the wasteland. A second door showed me strung out and whoring myself off on a back alley for chem money, clearly pregnant and sick. The door after that showed a gecko feeding on my corpse.

I hesitated at the next door, a lovely warmth coming from it. Opening it I saw myself next to Horus, I was visibly pregnant and happy. In between us was a griffon with a pony back half, who looked a lot like me. We were inside a machine shop, with many guns waiting to be finished, where they would help ponies protect themselves.

Looking at it I began to cry, as it was too good for me. Forcing it shut, I moved on

Then I came to the last door in the hallway, it battered and covered in frost. Fear crept me like a cold vice, somehow I just knew that this door was my true fate, yet no longer true. Just touching the knob filled me with dread, but I opened it all the same. There, in this room, I stood on top of a pile of frozen corpses, in front of the mound maker. Frost covered my face and my breath having become all so weak. Slowly and painfully I died there, trapped in a nightmare completely unable to save myself.

I slowly trotted backwards, seeing my body added to the mound. Becoming part of an undead horror.

Letting the door close, I moved on, entering a room with three doors before me, each with a symbol on them. One had a spiked collar on it, the second an axe, and the third an empty bag.

Opening the one with the empty bag, I found myself trotting through the wasteland, alone and crying. I had managed to make it out of the cursed lands without a way to protect myself. Sustaining myself from what the wasteland could provide, all while avoiding the dangerous wildlife. I was alive and well, but the betrayal hurt hard, filling me with rage. Things played out like before, Grizzly calling me in, suggesting working at the Red Light. But I argued and threatened, more angry then self loathing, and making a pain of myself to her. Working the odd jobs, I earned enough to buy a new gun and start hunting, and then honed my skills as I paid off the debt. I still had my pride, though I was still set on going home, but the idea of revenge burned within me, though it faded day by day.

The door with the spiked collar then opened, and I saw myself in bed with Tripwire. My clothes looked much darker and dangerous as we fucked. In helping him I lost myself, burning the good pony I was in the pursuit of love. Murder and enslavement of others was common for me now as I became his shadow enforcer. Dangerous with a gun because of Grinder's training, and a seductress from Onyx instructions. I had become what I hated the most, another mad slaver. Through a window I could see a floating blimp, on it were massive mezmetrons broadcasting their spell.

Then the door with the axe on it cracked open, and a shadow of a foal poked their head out. "S… sorry…" it said in a darkly wispy tone.

I tilted my head. "Why?"

The door opened all the way, and I saw myself staring down Tripwire, deciding if I should go with him or leave. At my hooves the cursed axe materialized, and a cold expression formed on my face, which quickly turned to madness.

"I gave you a third option, I let you fight." The foal said.

I realize it now, as clear as day. "You're... my axe!"

It nodded. "When you broke me, freed me, I grew scared. I possessed a chunk of steel that had broken my bonds and became stuck within. When it came, you protected me, shared your warmth with me." It then shook its head, crying tears it didn't have. "You held me even after I led you down a path of pain and suffering."

Sighing, I trotted to the ghost foal and hugged it again. "It's alright, in the end I chose to fight." I reassured the foal.

Looking in the room I saw everything that had happened to me. The long hour of Grinder violating me, then all that came after. My being rescued by Spell, helping Low, and being tricked into prostitution by Grizzly. I saw how I just retreated into myself with, and with bursts of anger, used clients as an outlet. I saw myself trying not to wretch as stallions touched me, and how I learned to just deal with it. I saw myself choosing to use my body to get what I wanted, no longer having any reservations about sex. Then I saw it, Molo seeing me in danger, not even hesitating to throw her bar stool at the stallion who was going to shoot me.

Molotov's face was twisted in anger, so much so it scared me. But she was not angry for herself, she was angry for… me.

I then patted the shadow foal on the head. "Anyways, I did make a friend out of it. A pony who actually cares. I just… I just need to make sure I don't make such bad choices again." I looked back, seeing all the other doors. "Anyways, though things could have been far better, it also could have been far worse."

Death was not something a pony can come back from, that I was sure of. And my life was now getting back on track. Maybe in time, all this will become just a bitter memory, and nothing more.

Looking back at the door, I now saw an empty room, two doors on the far end. "What's this?" I asked out loud.

The shadow foal also looked in, saying. "I can't say, as it hasn't happened yet."

Looking closer, I understood what it was now. One door was me going home, and the other was me staring in the wasteland.

I then turned my attention to the shadow foal, only then realizing something. "Say, you don't have a name, do you? Want me to give you one?"

Though it had no eyes, as well as no other features to read, I somehow knew it had a surprised expression on its face. "Y… you would give me a name!"

I nodded. "How about grim cold, it's a strong name for an axe gun."

The shadow foal seems to be displeased by that.

"Alright, maybe something like a pony name, like you should have gotten." I told the little one.

Thinking about it, I was unsure if it was to be a colt or filly, or even if it knew what gender it was. But I knew something, that this little one was related to Tripwire and Spell Circuit. Magic seemed to be their family's thing, so maybe a magical name would fit.

Smiling, I then said to the Shadow foal, "Rime Frost."

As I looked at the shadow foal, two beautiful Icey blue eyes appeared, tears welling up in them. "I'm Rime Frost, I'm Rime Frost."

I gave Rime Frost a hug, the foal after being alone for so long was finally being given a name. It was so unfair what had happened to… her… being unable to be born, but then being unable to die. Curse that evil pony that would do such a thing to such an innocent.

With a jolt from the wagon hitting something, I woke from my slumber. My vision was blurry from tears in my eyes, the dream touching me deeply in many ways. In my hooves was Rime Frost, the shotgun axe still cool to the touch. On either side of me was Molo and Low, both snoring away peacefully.

As my eyes adjusted, I saw Ursa's Rest in the distance. The place lit up, attracting ponies to it like a moth to a flame.

With a sigh and a chuckle, I gently pushed my friends off me, giving myself some space. Looking at the town, the dream still fresh in my mind, I couldn't help but wonder. At any time I could have gotten myself killed, or found myself in a bad situation. Same for good things, just like playing cards. Getting a good or bad hoof does not win a game, but knowing when to hold or when to fold does. That and knowing how to bluff.

I had to think good and hard about what I wanted Grizzly to give me. Something reasonable and useful. Something I want.

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Grizzly looked through the documents, a displeased expression forming on her face. "So you're saying that she's shorting through the raiders for ones Tripwire can use."

I nodded, "That's what it seems to be. I know that Grinder's trained combat slaves, so it must be for that."

"Makes sense." Grizzly said with a sigh. "I'm sure even with brainwashing, a chem fiend type raider will still be rather useless. But then there's the issue of what they will do with the rest of the raiders who don't meet their expectations."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Molo then groaned. "She means the formation of a raider hoard. Oh that's not good."

I then turned to Molo, feeling quite concerned. "A, what now!"

Molo then explained, "Sometimes raiders will form hoards and just wreck an area, overwhelming any settlement not protected with thick walls and a healthy amount of overkill. Most of the time it happens because several raider gangs have a singular goal, and either sign a truce with each other, or somepony pulls them all together and becomes an overboss. Never last long but it's quite destructive. Happened to Redeye early in his rule, wrecking the region, but Redeye won in the end."

"And which one is this?" I asked.

Grizzly then answered. "Likely the second, but that would require keeping some of the more competent raiders within the hoard to herd them along. Same for the first. No, this might be what my grandmother called a mad hoard. Simply, it's just a massive group of aimless raiders descending onto any hapless place looking for anything they can grab. Last time it happened, though it's only a speculation. It is guessed that several raider groups had a get together, and the leaders ended up killing each other. Their followers then got high on their supplies and then wandered to the closest major settlement. Before, with the normal groups of raiders that settlement could fend them off, but now there were over ten times more of them. So you can imagine how it ended."

"And guess which is the biggest, juiciest mutfruit of a settlement in the area?" Molo then asked me.

I thought about it for a moment, and realized the horrible truth. "Ursa's Rest!"

"I think so too." Grizzly said with a sigh. "Likely it's Tripwire's plan. Once he has his army he will point the remaining raiders in my direction. Both getting rid of a potential threat to his ambitions, getting some revenge, it would also thin out the raiders that would eventually turn on him. Even if we survive the raiders, we will be too weak to fend off his army when they swoop in. Annoyingly, it's a tactic Tripwire taught to Redeye, a hallmark of how he gets rid of his rivals. It's just like him to think nopony is smart enough to expect him to still use his old tactics."

Molo nodded "And it wouldn't be hard to do. Just make sure they got enough food, booze and chems to keep them all docile while telling them about how much shit this place has. Once they run out of their supplies and start nipping at each other. Enough of them will get the message and the others will follow. Seen it myself, though on a much smaller scale."

My own worry grew hearing this. "But you have a way to stop them, right?"

"Ya, we can deal with a hoard of disorganized raiders." Grizzly reassured me. "But it's going to be better to kill the yao guai while it hibernates, then wait for it to wake up hungry."

A chuckle came from Molo. "Well then you're in luck. If you need a pony who can fuck things up for those bitch raiders, what's better then another raider. Though I will need some supplies, and to put a crew together. You know the usual, chems and assholes."

I held my tongue, as this was not my place to interfere. Molo had made her choice, and had her reasons. I was now just an outsider to this.

Grizzly pondered the offer for a long moment, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes, the ones with an image of a coffin on them. Passing one to each of us, Molo lit the three sticks, and then Grizzly spoke. "I'll give it some thought. I do have my own band of Talons in my employment, but sending them to wipe out a massive raider nest will be costly. And I'm still paying off the debts from buying all those slave contracts, so it will still put Ursa's Rest in a bad spot. So I will talk to my sponsors about this and about sending a team to sneak in, though you can understand why we may not trust a raider. even id your an ex-raider."

"Ya, I get is, we're all lazy assholes, kind of a necessity for being a raider. Just don't take too long, once a hoard gets moving, they ain't stopping for shit." Molo then puffed out a bit of smoke, ginning. "We, I'm off to play some cards. Just send somepony down to let me know if the plan is on or not."

Again chuckling to herself, Molo got out of her seat and trotted off.

Shaking her head, Grizzly puffed her cigarette. "Even when they're not psychopaths, raiders are still pains in the ass. It's why my family had a no raider slave policy. It never ended well when they were mixed with the non violent slave population."

Puffing on the cigarette myself, I still found it rough on my lungs, but at the same time it had a calming effect on me. "What was it like back then… I mean the slave trade... before Redeye."

"Better in some ways, worse in others, but mostly just a lot of paperwork." Grizzly explained. "First off, hunting for slaves was roundly frowned upon, just taking a random pony from their homes is what raiders do after all. If somepony was a slave through us, they had a contract that explained why, and for how long. Most times it was those who fail to pay their debt, or criminals sold off over being executed. Sometimes they were war trophies from the many small skirmishes that happen out here in the wasteland. There were also those born into slavery, Such as Sparkling."

"Born into it, that's horrible." I commented.

Grizzly shrugged, "it was what it was. And how horrible it could be depended on the master. You see, slaves are objects, not ponies, so a master can do what they want with them. Up to killing them on a whim. Though it was widely frowned upon to kill your slaves. Sparkling for example was my personal slave at birth, and is like a sister to me. It's why I formally freed her long ago before Redeye's fall, it's the most I can do for her, since she can't have foals of her own."

I was a bit shocked by that news. "Oh, I never knew."

"And don't go telling nopony." Grizzly said as she shook her cigarette at me. "But ya, that was just how things were back then. Then Redeye had his grand plan to restore Fillydelphia. Unfortunately free ponies had no interest in doing the suicidal work to help restore the city, so he turned to slaves. And when they started dying-"

"-He just got more." I finished the sentence.

Grizzly nodded. "It didn't happen overnight, but Redeye caused the price for slaves to jump with his demands. Worse, since a lot of them were kept away from the eyes of the free folk, slavers cared less and less about contracts if they were selling to him. No pony was ever going to see that slave again after all." She then put her cigarette out in an ashtray, letting out a long stream of smoke with a sigh. "It even soured my own view on the slave trade. Something mostly neat and tidy turned into a near literal meat grinder. If he wasn't making so many caps from digging up Fillydelphia, the cost of buying so many slaves would have bankrupted him long ago. I think in his own way, Redeye was trying to destroy the slave trade by using it to become the worst monster Equestria had ever seen… and he might have seceded at this goal. Just look a Gwadina's NCR, and how so many ponies are joining her side just to end the slave trade once and for all."

Grizzly took another cigarette out and lit it. "But enough about history, and let's talk about the present. Mainly what do you want? Don't need to rush it, but if you have any ideas, let me know."

There was a lot I wanted, lots I could take back with me. "You sure, it's not like I did anything special."

"Yes and no. But let's just say that this is an extension for saving Wiretap." Grizzly explained.

I had gone over what I wanted in my head before coming here. Guns and ammo was never bad, my brothers were old enough to own their own. Building supplies to expand the farm might be good. Maybe something to help Ma with my baby sister. I know nothing was going to stop Pa from giving me a beating, and I deserved it.

But the more I thought about it, the more my thoughts drifted to Molo. From Molo my thoughts drifted to Tripwire. I was free from all this, yet something still chained me down. I mean, without my help Tripwire might not have gotten as far as he had. I was partially responsible for all this.

Spell Circuit then crept into my mind. Was this how he felt, having helped Redeye, and all the evil that followed. He clearly was a good pony, and yet he lost so much.

I messed with the neon purple streak in my mane, died to hide the suffering from absolute terror that turned it wite. Pieces of me lost in those cursed lands, and the pony I was destroyed by vile ponies.

"I…" my throat felt dry, forcing me to swallow. "I think that. What I want… what I want is something I can never get back."

Grizzly looked confused for a moment, but then smiled. "That's the wasteland dear, it takes and takes, only giving back scraps. We think we're so smart but in the end find ourselves face down in the mud with a stick up our ass." She paused for a moment, a distant and sad look on her face. "We lose so much that we can never get back that you just get used to it and move on. Now think, what is it you now want, not what you wanted."

What I wanted was to be the old me again, which will never happen. Even revenge was something I wanted, but after this month, I knew I would just get myself killed and accomplish nothing. What I want now… I think I wanted to help Molotov find her daughter's. She had already helped me regain some of my own pride, yet I've done little for her.

A slight smile crept onto my muzzle. "Then… I want to help Molo. Ya, that's what I want."

Grizzly just sighed, smoke going everywhere. "You know you could have asked for a gold plated assault rifle." She then sucked in more smoke from her cigarettes. "But having somepony who hates Tripwire might be a good idea. How about this, I give you and Molo access to one of my penthouse sweets. There's room for others so the twink can join you, and whatever fuckcolt you're into at the time. Food and drinks will be provided, and it has a private work room."

I raised an eyebrow at Grizzly. "But… Why a room?"

"Because it sounds like you're here to stay. Well until this mess with Tripwire is over." Grizzly said, now smiling. "I've seen several ponies with that kind of look on their face, and trust me, it's not one of a pony who's given up. If you had, you would have told me what you wanted instead of asking for a history lesson. At the very least just use the room until you make up your mind. And tell Molo that's where we'll contact her… Oh, and let her know if there's anything else she's interested in, then come see me. Now I need to send a few letters, get everything started."

Then Grizzly pulled out a key from her pocket and tossed it to me. "It's room four on the penthouse floor."

The key was attached to a poker chip, the number 4 on one side, and a star on the other. Looking at it, I then remembered my dream with Rime Frost. "Actually, there is something I do want, a dress I saw in a dream actually."

Doing my best to describe this dress, foggy as my memory was of it. It was a selfish act, but it was a selfish act of my own choosing.

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"And you're sure about this?" Molo asked.

It had taken me an hour to tell her, almost like there was a wasteland toad in my throat. But after losing a bunch of money at the poker table, I managed to spit it out.

"Ya, I want to help you." I told her.

She folded, letting another player take the pile of chips. "You know I'm heading into a massive raider nest, even if Grizzly doesn't support it?"

"I know." I answered again.

"One wrong move and you could end up dead at best. Even if you do everything right, shit might still go wrong." Molo informed me.

I nodded.

She then looked me in the eyes and whispered. "There's a possibility you will get raped again. It is raiders after all."

I swallowed as one of my legs shook. "Y… ya, I know." Then I let out a sigh. "If that happens, then it… happens."

A concern look crept across Molo's face, "ya, a young mare like you should never have to be prepared for that possibility. It's better if it never happens in the first place." She then smiled wide. "But if you insist, then welcome aboard. But I'm the leader when we go out there, no questioning me at all."

"Ya, you know what to expect, and I trust you." I told her.

Molo then laughed and tossed a chip into the pile, receiving her cards from the dealer. "Alright, then after this let's go checkout our new pad. Maybe bring some friends to celebrate."

I smiled back, her laughter putting me at ease. "Let's make it a party."

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Parties were not so easy to plan at the drop of a hat, and now Molo and Low were off finding ponies to join us. I had asked them to not bring any stallion I've had a one night stand with, but I was sure they didn't listen. As for myself, I ended up looking after Wiretap, who at some point latches onto my leg. Both Sparkling and Sweetie had also joined me in penthouse room four.

The place was rather nice, with a large pallor and two bedrooms, more than enough space for Molo, Low and I. It was also nice that the colors here were more muted, making it less strain on the eyes. I also enjoyed that we had our own jukebox and bar, making a small party here a real possibility.

"So, are you really going to fight raiders like Molo said?" Wiretap asked, almost shaking.

She now had a holster on her hip, in it a fake training gun. It seemed that the talon Hans was training her to carry a gun properly, reprimanding her whenever she waved it around needlessly. I was at first upset when I saw the brushes on her leg, but my Pa had been the same way about gun safety. An accident with such things can be fatal, so I could understand the strict lessons.

"Well only if your mother thinks it's safe." I told her as I sipped on a sunset sarsaparilla. "Well safe enough, it is raiders after all."

Wiretaps horn glowed and her toy gun shook, but then the magic stopped and she frowned. "Well if it was me, I would take them all out, like Six Gun Red."

"Raiders are… well a lot more dangerous than that." I told her. "One thing I know is that they got snipers. Ponies that are good at taking out others from afar."

"Anyways, Percussion Cap was more the type to plan out her attack." Sparkling Delight spoke up from the bar. She had redressed herself as a bartender, dark purple tucks and all. It made me really glad I was into Stallions, as she rocked it so well.

"Who?" I asked her.

"Percussion Cap." Sparkling said as she cleaned a glass. "That's the name of the Six Gun Mare. She actually has a lot of names, either relating to her lovely red mane or how she used six guns. If you ask any slave from Fillydelphia about Executioner Red, they will know who you're talking about."

Sugar then scooted near me, and whispered. "They told me that if we ever thought about escaping, she'd come and kill us."

This did not sound like the hero Wiretap was idolizing. "Then how is she a hero, mind me asking?"

Sparkling rolled her eyes. "Well that's a story to tell. But to make it short, after she got kicked out of Fillydelphia for some reason, a slaver sought to make her… well a special slave. She later ended up working with the leader of the anti slaver group, Celestia Angels, and an old folk hero, Storm Rider. Rumors are that all three were actually family, like Grandmother, mother and daughter, but I haven't gotten it confirmed yet. I've sent several invites to Percussion Cap to come over and talk, but I think she's a bit afraid of Grizzly for several reasons."

She shook up a mixed drink before continuing "Well in the end Percussion Cap managed to kill the slaver boss and freed herself. It was one of the biggest fights in the surrounding region since Storm Rider wiped out the Blood Mane raiders to rescue her daughter. Oh the Fillydelphia PR was running like mad to suppress that story, fearing that a slave revolt could happen. Even dug up that PC was a the product of the Blood Mane raiders raping of her mother, and made it look as though she just whet crazy when she killed the slaver boss. Raider blood and all. It's why we think she's related to Storm Rider, though still unconfirmed."

It then clicked, remembering the story Tripwire told me. I then face hoofed. "So that's who he was telling me about... So where is she now?"

"A farmer." Sparkling said with a chuckle. "Got herself a husband and some foals last I heard. A shame really, I always wanted her to work for me. There was always something exotic about her. Grizzly also has a huge crush on her, even tried to seduce her the few times she passed through here when she was still a bounty hunter. It one of the reasons she avoids this place."

Wiretap's eye then widened. "You met her aunty Delight, what was she like?"

"A bit overly serious, and quite creative when she wanted to be." Sparkling answered "But let's change the topic. If Grizzly hears about it, she's not going to be happy."

The older filly then pouted, but almost like a lightbulb went off in her head, she turned to me. "What was your first time having sex with a stallion like!"

The question caused me to spit up my soda in shock. "What! No! Why do you even want to know that?"

She looked confused for a moment and then explained herself. "Because… you're an adult and all like mature and strong. You also are with stallions a lot, so I thought that's what makes me more, well… a mare."

"Well it's not. Anyways my first time happened because I was an idiot. And you really don't need to know about it, or want to." I huffed out, then added. "Anyways, you don't know anything about it."

"I do, I do." She protested. "Seen mama a few times with her guards, and you with the maintenance staff. How do you think I got your key!"

I face hooded. "Damnit, you saw that…"

She smiled. "You're good at bending at weird angles."

Our ears then caught Sparkling clearing her throat. "Wiretap dear, we're going to need to have a serious talk about spying on others."

Wiretap rolled her eyes. "Not from you, I caught you spying on Lottery too. Making weird noises and such."

Sparkling's face flush with embarrassment, and slowly sunk behind the bar. I was just left stunned, not sure what to even do now.

Then Sugar, likely sensing the tension in the air, announced loudly. "I'M PREGNANT!"

It was fortunately enough to crack the tension as I began to laugh. It was all so ridiculous and stupid that I had to laugh.

I then looked down at Wiretap. "We will be telling your mother."

Dread filled the older fillies face as she realized how much trouble she just got herself into. And after she's sent away, I needed to have a talk with Sparkling about being a voyeuristic creep.

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