Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Sixty Seven

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I laid on the cold floor of the inside of a cage, glad for the reprieve from my torment, if only for a short time. I wanted to become broken, to give up. Let all this be some other pony's problem. Ya, and in my head I'd be back home, helping Ma with the crops, ignorant to the horrors of the wasteland.

But I was still sane.

No matter what was done to me I stayed sane.

My violation by the hound went on and on until the slavers got board of watching, but it only ended when the hound wanted it to end. So I was dragged into the hounds cage, bloated from its fluids until it finally let me go. It all left me feeling ruined, even more defined than before.

I just wanted to be broken and give up.

"But you can't just give up." A deep and foreboding voice cut through me, and drew all my attention. A fog flowed into the kennel floor as a figure in ancient black iron armor trotted in. The Fillydelphia Hound, so loud and aggressive, was now quiet and strangely calm.

Hades gently touched one of the cages, looking at the hound inside. "Don't blame them for the evils of others. For they are loyal to their masters above all things, even if their masters are unworthy of such devotion." The god's voice sounded somber and angry, filled with emotions kept under tight control.

He trotted to the cage in which I was in, and with a touch it opened. "I'd be lying if I said that what was done to you was the worst I've ever seen. But I have a brother who loves to play as the animal, and rarely would they ask for permission when taking a mare's chastity."

I found no strength to get up, so I just laid there, next to the hound that violated me, and asked. "Why are you here, is this another dream?"

"No dream this time, and for why, it is of course to deliver my boon. And to offer you a bit of aid, for even I have my limits to how much depravity I can tolerate." With a wave of his hoof, the fog rolled over me, and I began to feel… stronger. "As for why you have not succumbed to your curse, with only brief moments of madness, you can blame Dionysus. His boon prevents you from falling prey to addiction, be that physical, mental, or magical. Though its scars will still cut deep."

Finding the strength to get up, I slowly trotted out of the now open cage. I glared at the god, telling him, "If you could have helped, why now and not before all… this."

He took off his helmet, and I could see a look of deep sorrow and regret on the bicorn's face. "Because to interfere with the lives of the mortals is to ruin their lives. All this, all the pain and suffering can be ended with but a stomp of my hoof, but what then, what happens after that."

"We live, and be happy." I told him.

But Hades shook his head. "No, not in my immortal life have I seen that happen. Instead you become enslaved to the power of the gods, unable to rely on yourselves for anything, becoming nothing more than dolls. I can only help you now, in this place, because my presence will have the least impact upon the mortal world."

"But… why?" I then asked, not even understanding my own question.

He let out a long sigh, in which the fog itself moved as though a part of him. "Miss Lottery, there are lines we don't cross, not because of some law or rule dictated to us, but because we choose to not cross them. When you know that there is a wrong you will not do, even if it means your death. For me… it's becoming like my younger brothers and sisters, who saw no line, and no limit. I sat and watched them drive themselves mad, and then one by one, choose to leave this world. If I ever cross that line, become like them then I will join them… but, that would mean leaving Persephone all alone, and I love her too much to do that to her."

My legs quivered, threatening to fall from under me. "And I must suffer all this because of that line!"

Reaching out, Hades lifted my chin and smiled… but only a little. "Trust me my little pony, life gets better, you just have to hold out hope and keep fighting. I spent a thousand years locked in a dark box by my paranoid father, only to be freed by my spoiled little brother, who claimed all that was to be mine for himself. And I, left with nothing, I found her, and all the suffering and pain became nothing. So you may not see the light, but it is there, you only need to keep moving to find it."

Pulling back his hoof, Hades lifted his helmet and passed it to me. "Take my helm, the cap of shadows, and use its darkness to find the light."

Taking it, the helmet was surprisingly light, and it was black, blacker than black, like it was made of the darkest shadows itself. Taking a deep breath, I put the helm on and exhaled. Nothing felt different, though I did feel like a fool for putting on what might be a tinfoil dilution. Did I finally crack and not realize I had gone insane.

"So… what does this do?" I asked, but found myself alone. "Oh, come on!"

There was a loud clang, and the light from a lantern illuminated the kennel. I quickly hid behind a box as the mare from the stage trotted into view, her metal hoof shoes tapping loudly on the floor. "Hay, what that fucking cage doing open?" She muttered.

As she trotted over to the open cage, her hooves tapped loudly, and every single Fillydelphia Hounds pressed themselves on the far end of their cages, tails tucked firmly between their legs as they trembled.

She sneered at one of the dogs, clearly enjoying their fear. "That's right ya damn muts, you know who your master is." She then turned her eye to the open cage, where even the hound that violated me quivered in fear. "Ahh good, you don't have the guts to run, meaning I don't gotta beat ya again. Though after your show, I'm feeling like I can use ya for something other fun. I happen to have a bit more of that chem to make you all ready to rut."

I didn't care for the hound, not after what was done to me, but hearing that made me sick, and feel sorry for the dogs. At least they didn't choose to be the hounds of these terrible ponies.

"Now where is that bitch, she ain't gone that far?" The slaver said looking around, yet not seeing me. "Maybe I should put her with another hound to teach her what happens to those who think they can escape."

"Or you can be what you truly are." Hades said, appearing from the shadows.

"Who the fuck are-" she began to ask, but then let out a croak as though choking.

The fog surrounded the mare, and lifted her off her hooves. A look of horror crossed her face as the sound of bones snapped from her, and she contorted unnaturally. Opening her muzzle to scream, yet she made no sound. But her muzzle did extend, and fangs formed in her mouth. The mare's hooves deformed, becoming paws, and her fur darkened to a dirty shaggy brown.

Falling to the ground, her mettle hoof shoes clattered away, the nails flying off in every direction. She was no longer a pony, but a Fillydelphia Hound, a bit smaller, and oddly cute looking.

The now former slaver growled at Hades, unable to speak, but when the cage closed on her I could see the shock and fear form on her face. The other hound in the cage no longer quivering fear, but instead looked excited… way too excited. The now bitch let out a loud yip as the bigger male mounted her, and I looked away, not caring to watch.

Hades trotted to me, helping me out of my hiding spot. "There are some depravity I cannot abide, and cruelty to dogs is one of them. May she have many pups and learn the folly of her ways."

"Right, don't be cruel to dogs." I said as I reached up to tap the helmet, but found it gone. Pulling what was on my head off, I found a black iron headband with three black gems at its center.

"So long as they're friendly. I'm not so petty as to be angered over you killing a dog that is attacking you." Hades told me, now hold his helmet in his armored hooved. Putting it back on, he then tapped the iron band in my hooves. "This is my boon, a circlet that emulates the power of my helm. It will not turn you invisible or let you move through shadows, but it will hide you from the eyes of evil, be it mortal or immortal. I've named it the Circlet of Shadows, and with it you will blend into the darkness, move faster in it, and be able to evoke the primal fear of the dark into others." He then began to fade, as though becoming one with the darkness that surrounded us. "Use it to free yourself and strike back at the mad god Strife, for like with my helm, not even a god can find you with the Circlet of Shadows on. But with that all said, you are now on your own, do not expect any more help from greater powers. So try not to get yourself in such a precarious situation again."

And he was gone, and with him the fog slowly vanished. With a sigh I put it on, confident that the god of the inevitable was not fucking around with me. As my hooves touched the ground, I heard a metallic tapping on the ground, and looking down, I was now wearing the Grizzly Gauntlets. And next to me was Rime Frost in her holster and belt. A blue light then washed over me as Will-o-Wisp appeared, her faint warmth comforting me.

A smile cracked on my muzzle "I see, so Hades kept you away so nopony knew about you, and now sent you back to me when you can help me the most." Even as the curse danced at the corners of my mind, I knew what I needed to do next. I needed to fuck over Grinder, and brake the defense of the Braking grounds.

Stretching my tired legs, I made my way to the door out of here, the sounds of the Hounds making my steps, with one bitch louder than the rest as she was being bred.

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To say it was dark would be putting it lightly. There was no moon, and light cloud cover, making things nearly pitch black. After all the months without the unending cloud cover, I had nearly forgotten how dark the nights could be. Yet strangely I could see just fine, as though I was just wearing very darkly tinted shades.

Taking off the Circlet of Shadows for a moment, the world around me dimmed to near pitch black. Putting back on, I could see again. "Nifty." I whispered to myself.

Unfortunately the slaver army had placed lanterns all over, and guards were on patrol with hounds by their side. So sneaking around would not be easy, and one fuck up would leave me back in the hounds kennel.

The memory of being violated by the hound almost caused me to wretch. I was rather glad that I was starving right now, as I might have drowned in my own vomit when they did that to me.

Yet my body twitched, the curse nudging at the back of my mind to go back inside and submit to any of the hounds. But as Will-o-Wisp passed over me, my mind began to clear up again.

"Thanks Willow." I told the blue flame, then asked myself. "Right, what to do first?"

Remembering the war room plan, likely now scraped thanks to my capture, there were two main targets. The anti-air guns, and the multi-baelfire egg launcher. I could try to escape as well, but deep down, I wanted to kill every mother fucker here for what they did to me.

Racking my brain, a memory came to the surface, and I remembered seeing the Bailfire egg launcher. Unfortunately the memory was when Grinder was fucking me before throwing me to his troops, but I did see the launcher in his bedchamber. So I knew where to go to find it.

As for the anti-air cannons, that might be tricky… unless I go for their ammo. Yes, that would be easier to go after, and if I use the Bailfire eggs on their supplies, that would be two rad roaches with one bullet.

It was a crude plan, but I was never known for my plan making, and I could really go for a massive explosion.

"Willow, can you guide me to their ammo stockpile?" I asked Will-o-Wisp.

She bobbed up and down for a moment, then floated away. Following closely behind her, it felt odd being able to see in this darkness. But between my awkward gate, and the numerous guards on patrol, just being able to see them put me at a great advantage. So I was easily able to avoid the patrols, and make my way to a rather sturdy looking bunker.

Will-o-Wisp floated to the door of the bunker, and went through it. Quietly I entered, the door annoyingly squeaking loudly. And inside the bunker it was rather spacious, with boxes stacked on top of boxes past a mesh cage that block my path. Looking at it, I quickly became annoyed to find it magnetically locked, and I probably needed to use a nearby terminal to open it.

Even more annoyingly, I could see my stuff on the other side. My guns, armor, and even my dress. All right there and out of reach.

So I kicked the mesh barrier, but it didn't budge, with the only damage being to my own hoof.

"What was that!" I heard a pony say from outside, their footsteps coming closer.

Finding a place to hide, I watched as a slaver entered the bunker with a hound next to him. "It's fucking to dark in here, you go find out what that was!" The slaver mumbled and let the hound go.

Holding my breath and staying as motionless as possible, I watched as the hound sniffed loudly as it searched the room I was in. Inevitably the dog found me, its nose too strong to hide from, but as I got ready to fight, I noticed that the dog was not making any noise but its snuffing. Awkwardly, the dog's nose got right up to me, sniffing me deeply for longer than I liked, then licked me before going back to the slaver.

Then I realized, I must be covered in dog smell, and it might have thought I was one of them.

"What!" The slaver said, and again I held my breath. But the slaver's attention was not on me, but passed the cage. Further back and hidden behind a box was a soft blue light, flickering before going out. "Who's in there! Your fucked you know that!" The slaver said as he tied the hounds leash to a pipe. "You better have a good reason for being in there when I get back, or really good at sucking dick."

The slaver ran off, and I stayed put for several minutes as I waited. Why force my way in when they were going to open the door for me. And as I guessed, after a few minutes the slaver returned with a second slaver in.

"This better be good, Grinder really doesn't want us messing with the ammo. You don't want what the last asshole got for that." The second slaver grumbled at the first

"I know, but I saw something." The first said. "Just check it out, for me okay, I'll keep an eye on your post."

"Fine ya pussy, but you owe me. And if ya don't pay me back, I will tell the others you forgot the password again. Now fuck off before they know I'm got at the AA-Guns." The second told the first, followed by the sound of hooves rushing off.

He trotted down into the dark, a small light at the tip of his horn. "Fucking cut, can't even do his own patrol because he's afraid of the dark."

Creeping in behind the slaver as he trotted to a terminal, I wanted to kill him right there, but needed him to open the cage.

The slaver tapped at a few buttons and sighed. "No tampering, out use out of scheduled times. Fucking bastard was seeing things again."

No, I needed it opened… then I had an idea.

Silently, I stepped up next to him, and as he was about to turn the terminal off, I brushed up on him. "Was he?"

The startled stallion fell over, and I quickly pushed him on his back. It was the cures thumping through my mind as I sat on him. "Y… yo… you?"

I smiled as I grinded on his sheath. "Me." He seemed confused, but as he got hard, his confusion. Was quickly giving way to lust. "Say, you give me a tour of the big guns, and I'll polish your big… gun?"

"N… not happening, whore." He grumbled at me.

Rolling my eye at him, I moved back, letting his member rub along my privates before flopping onto his chest. "Fine, I'll let you have a sample first."

I instinctively pushed my made to the side, only to remember that most of it was gone, and then letting out a huff, began to give the slaver a blow job. Despite the curse urging me to let loose, my mind was still my own, which disturbed me a little as I found myself enjoying this. My elongated tongue masterly wrapping around the cock, and draining the stallion.

Licking the last of his fluids up, I looked him in the eyes, the stallion seemed strangely drained and in a trance, while I felt… better.

It was a disturbing feeling, as though I was becoming something wrong.

"Now will you?" I asked, and he nodded.

With a dumb smile on his face, he got up and opened the cage door gleefully. Following him in, I took a look around, and could feel the power contained in this place.

Then I felt the stallion mount me, drooling as he panted. Instead of just letting him, I knocked him over, and back onto his back. I still wasn't satisfied, but I was doing this on my own terms. So licking my lips, I treated myself to a reward.

The last few minutes was a haze of lust, gaging his mouth as I had to bite my own tongue to keep myself from screaming with pleasure. As the taste of my own blood filled my mouth, I was finally able to pull myself away, refocusing on what I needed to do.

The stallion looked more withered then before, though I may not have seen him correctly due to the curse fogging my mind. As I got off him, spilled some of his seed, he reached out to me, too weak to even try and pull me back. With a disgust filled glare, I brought Rime Frost's axe down on his head, ending this absurdity.

Returning my attention to the bunker, I got back to the task at hoof.

I didn't want to put my dresses on with how dirty I still was, but it could always be washed later, so I got dressed. The thick cloth of the dress was comforting, and the heavy armored duster made me feel stronger. Though I'll need refitting around my crotch region. Taking off the Circlet of Shadows, I put it onto my hat, which strangely fit just right on it, and had no problem going back onto my head. All my guns were here too, and the ammo, which felt odd, but the more I thought about it the more I was sure that the Bailfire Fiends had staked a claim on them. Maybe hoping I would join them and take up my arms again Ursa's Rest.

Whatever the reason was, I had my stuff back, and that's what mattered right now. So after making sure all my guns were fully loaded, I took a look around. As expected, this place was loaded with guns, ammo, and explosives, from Redeye Rifles to what I guess were two spare 20mm cannons with plenty of ammo for them.

Picking up one of the auto cannons, it was heavy, unwieldy even, but would not be impossible to use if I took it with me. But I already had my own guns, and didn't need anymore. Still, it didn't hurt having a big fucking gun or two just in case. That's what I learned with my fight with Flyright. So I dragged the two spare auto cannons, with a few boxes of ammo to the door out, propping them up next to it.

After setting up my possible loot, I then went and grabbed the explosives, and spread them around. Placing them among the guns and ammo, hoping that it would help destroy them all when I finally blew.

As I moved things around, I found a rather large and long military gun case, inside was just more Redeye Rifles, but it were the perfect size for the auto cannons. So after I was done setting things to blow, I dragged the case over to the door and tossed the cannons and ammo in it.

They were heavy, yet not too heavy to carry out, and once outside I found a nice spot to hide my loot and got moving to my next target. If I was to truly blow this place, I needed Bailfire eggs, so It was time for me to get the bailfire egg launcher, and possibly kill Grinder while at it!

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Having Will-o-Wisp guide me made things all the easier, allowing me to skip looking around lost, and potentially being caught. It was also nice that Will-o-Wisp could control when others saw her. Well I think she could, I mean magical brahman shit was far outside of my ability to understand.

The building was unfortunately guarded by two Smelters, who wielded a flamer each. From what I remember Cauterize had said about them, it was likely they were the brainwashed raider's that Onyx had taken here. Any trick was likely not going to work then, and their armor looked too thick to fight them without blasting off my guns.

So I looked for a back door.

Unfortunately the back door I found was boarded shut. Seems like a bad idea, a fire hazard if I ever saw one, but it was preventing me from going in.

Will-o-Wisp floated around for a short bit before flying up. Watching the blue flame, I saw her fly through an open window. Right, climbing it is.

Taking a deep breath, I felt it was dumb, but I had to give it a shot. Taking a leap up, I attempted to climb the wall, trying to find perch for my hooves. They predictably did not, but the claws of my Grizzly Gauntlets easily sunk in and held me in place. "Ehh, if it works, it works." I said quietly to myself with a shrug, and began climbing up the wall.

Entering the room, my hooves lightly crunched onto broken glass, causing me to hold my breath.

"Hu?" A stallion said, having woken up from on top of his rather shitty looking mattress. "Who… are you?" He then asked, half asleep.

"Your painful death if you don't go back to sleep!" I growled quietly.

He nodded slowly and then passed out.

Letting my breath go, I moved on, following Will-o-Wisp. Thankfully the Fillydelphia Hound still didn't respond to me! Other than a few curious sniffs, they let me slip through choke points I would never have been able to get past without a fight. The normal pony guards were easy to get around, with many of them not paying attention to their surroundings. But I still took extra care to not be seen.

Eventually I made it to a place I recognized, the door to Grinder's bed chamber.

Carefully opening the door and slipping in, the painful memories came rushing back. Torture devices hung on the wall, some of which were used on me. Hooks hung from the ceiling, where I had been hung up like a piece of meat and beaten raw. And a mattress in the corner, stained in blood, some of which was mine, in which I was thrown to when Grinder got bored of me. That mattress was where his soldiers started to have their own fun with me.

I shook my head, but the memory lingered. Being dragged outside just so that it was easier to gang rape me. I had to bite my tongue again to focus on the here and now.

Yes, here and now.

I could see it, the multi-baelfire egg launcher, just above Grinder and Short Fuse. There were several other mares around the bed, chained to the floor and severely beaten. It was sickening to see, and only got worse the closer I got. The poor mares hadn't just been beaten, but burnt as well, even their cutie-marks had been destroyed.

It would be so easy, end this right now, right here.

Smiling, I pulled up Rime Frost, and aimed. Even if everything else fails, if Grinder dies, I call that a win. So with trembling legs, I slowly got a hoof under my guns hoof guard, and applied pressure to the trigger.

Grinder's bed covers were then flung into the air to my surprise, blocking my view, and causing me to fire wildly at where he had been. Then something heavy flew through the cover and slammed into me, sending me falling back.

"All too easy, ya think ya can just sneak around and then drop on me." Grinder said, a bloody Short Fuse next to me, tangled in the bead sheet.

Getting up, I snarled at the slaver. "I'm still going to kill you!"

Grinder's face then scrunched up in a confused look. "Wait, you? The fuck is the public cocksleave doing about, and armed?"

Now I was confused, but still i tent on killing him. Pulling out my IF-64, I wasted no time firing at him, but the large stallion was nimble on his hooves, and quickly found cover. My shots hit a thick metal table, and bounced off it.

"Just fucking die!" I growled as I changed to Last Dance. The .308 round puncturing through the table.

"What? Mad that you didn't get more of my dick?" Grinder mocked me as he threw out a grenade, but it fell harmlessly short.

*BANG*

The grenade loudly went off with a bright flash, defining and blinding me. As my vision recovered, I saw Grinder throw his table at me just in time to brace myself.

The wind was knocked out of me as the heavy slab of metal sent my flying back.

"You know Lottery, not many ponies have managed to get away from me, and they always come back in the end. Always begging for more, just like the bitches they are." Grinder ranted at me as he trotted over to hide a 50 cal machine gun he had on a display rack. "Yes, I do need to beat them into submission, but what are stallions for if they can't put a mare in their place."

I pulled out Whisky Shot as I got back up, having no interest in talking.

Firing before Grinder could load his gun, several shot went wide due to my blurred vision, but the others hit their mark. Unfortunately, Grinder didn't flinch even as a bullet hit his leg, and with a slam, his gun was loaded.

Dashing off as he racked his gun, I dove to the most sturdy thing in the room, his damn bed. Everything became deafening by the roar of his machine gun, with lead flying all over, along with blood and chipped concrete.

Once the shooting had stopped, I drew my bandit revolver, and peeked out. Around me was the ruined bed, the solid metal having done its part, but not for the mares chained to it. Their mutilated bodies stained the floor and wall around me.

Bighting down hard onto the big iron revolver, I aimed carful to make sure the bastard dies.

A hoof swung out and knocked the revolver out of my muzzle, and then I was tackled to the ground by Short Fuse. "Oh this is why I said just kill the bitch! But fucking no!" She yelled as another hoof hit my face. I tried to counter With my own hoof strike, but she easily knocked it back and hit me again. "Fuck you, I ain't no scub bitch." Another hoof hit my face as she knocked back my own. "You're going to die, and I'm the one going to kill you!"

I was pinned, and my vision was getting blurry again, unable to fight back. Then and there I knew I should have just taken some grenades and threw them at Grinder as soon as I entered the room.

Then something exploded, and Short Fuse fell off me as peaces of concrete flew everywhere.

"Fuck ya, and fuck you!" The voice of a new mare yelled out.

Pushing myself up, I thought I was going more crazy as my vision cleared up. Halfway Through the wall was… was a Moter wagon. It had some sort of reinforcement modified to the front, which must have helped it break through the wall… but we were on the second floor?

On its hood was a heavily armored unicorn mare holding two SMG's… Molo's SMG's!

She unloaded at Grinder, laughing maniacally, but the nimble bastard managed to dash out the door before getting seriously hit.

"Fucking cock sucking bitch, he got away." Molo yelled.

"Then we better get moving before his reinforcement get here!" Cauterize said from the driver's seat.

Molo looked back, and slammed her hoof on the motor wagon's hood. "Not without, Lottery. I didn't steal this shit just to go on a fucking joyride!"

Cauterize revved the engine a few times, but the motor wagon didn't move. "Well we're certainly not driving this out of here just yet."

I pushed myself up, and cleared my raw throat. "M… molo."

She pointed her guns at me, her eyes twitching with clear chem abuse. But her eyes slowly softened and began to water. "Lottery!" Dropping her gun, and throwing off her helmet, she ran over to me and gave me a frantic and tight hug. "Oh thank Celestia your alive!"

"Ya… though I thought I was dead a few times." I told her.

Releasing me, she looked me over, shock on her face. "That smell, and… oh fuck your mane, your beautiful mane! And why do you have." Her muzzle quivered as she reached and moved my eyepatch, then gasped. The shock and horror on Molo's face quickly gave way to pure rage. "I'll rip them from limb to limb, all of them until it's done!"

Laughter caught us both by surprise as we turned to see Short Fuse holding the bailfire egg launcher. "Oh this is just perfect, Molotov the mad, here and now, where I can finally kill you!"

"Oh… it's you." Molo said coldly.

Short Fuse snarled at us, teeth bear. "You ruin everything I try to fucking do, and all you have to say is that! You know the pain I had to endure because of you, all the shit I've had to eat! Once you're dead… oh once you're dead, things will finally go my way."

As Short Fuse laughed like a mad mare, Molo just sighed. "Hey, before you go blowing us up, two things."

"Whatever, say em." The raider boss said with a grin.

"Well first off, It's not my fault that your just a looser. Maybe you should have just cut and run, but… you'd have likely fail at that too. And secondly…" Molo pointed at Cauterize. "You forgot about him."

The motor wagons engine revved loudly as it lurched forward from some other pony pushing it from behind. "B… Brother!" Was all Short Fuse said, fumbling with the trigger as rubber hit ground and the moter wagon rushed at her. The raider boss hit the hood and was pushed back until she was then pinned to the wall.

Getting out of the drivers seat and standing above Short Fuse on top of the hood, Cauterize looked down at his sister. "Was becoming the Branding worth all this Shorty?"

She smiled with a mouth full of blood. "And let your pansy ass take over." She said coughing up blood. "You… wanted to… throw away the… the traditions. And idiots were… were listening."

He spat in her face. "And so what! We were already dying as it is, and now the Smelters are ruined because of you!"

Short Fuse let out a slow and pain filled laugh. "I saved us… I cut the… week from… the strong. Made allies, and… deals." She then looked at Molo, ang glared at her with pure hate. "You let her lead you astray, introduced you to that whore and away from… me."

Cauterize grabbed his sisters face, forcing her to look at him. "So you did kill them!"

Again she smiled. "I did had a hoof… in it. But it was not… my idea." She laughed again. "Catalyst set… it up, knew you wouldn't… allied with Tripwire… couldn't risk you… from becoming the Branding."

The stallion let out a long sigh, and then, as though she was made of rotting wood, snapped his sisters neck.

I could here a buzzing that got closer, and looking around I saw a bug pony fly over to us, holding a M.o.P. box. "I got the healing potions!" Shrimp said, giving me the red bottle.

Guzzling it down, I finally felt better.

"Alright, we got her, lets get the fuck out of here!" Molo said.

But I put my hoof on her shoulder, "No, not yet." I then smiled. "We got shit to blow up first."

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