*Thud* *Thud* *Thud*
A trio of bullets slam into the wood of the door frame as Fluid Moves dives through the door to the rundown store. More shots are heard—accompanied by hoots and hollers—as he scrambles to his hooves again and races further into the building. Things hadn’t been going well since he parted ways with Dub Step and Disc Jockey in the subway system. He had intended to find an exit and come back to retrieve them. He’d found one, but he’d also found a gang of raiders who’d set up in the bathrooms right next to it. They’d chased him up into the open, and then into a department store.
“He’s all alone in there, boys!” a voice shouts, drawing Fluid’s attention as he slides to a stop at the bottom of a staircase.
“Yeahhh, let’s go claim our new fucktoy!” another voice shouts, kicking Fluid into action. He steps up into the staircase and pulls out a couple of throwing knives before peeking back into the room.
As soon as the first raider steps into the shop, Fluid throws two knives. One strikes home in the raider’s eye, while the other is embedded into their shoulder. The disheveled and blood-caked green earth pony drops to the ground, unmoving as another raider pushes up to the doorway, taking cover before firing off three shots towards Fluid.
The raider’s aim is piss poor; all three shots miss by a wide margin, allowing the pink-maned earth pony to duck back behind the wall of the stairway. He pulls two more throwing knives from the belt attached to his blue armor as two more shots ring out and the bullets impact the wall he’s hiding behind. There’s a frustrated shout as the raider has to reload his revolver, cueing Fluid to make his move.
Rolling out from the stairs, he throws the two knives. One digs into this new raider’s shoulder, while the other strikes the gun they’re reloading, sending it flying. The raider shouts maniacally and charges with wild abandon as Fluid slides behind a shelf across the aisle from the stairs. As the raider rounds the corner and steps into the back aisle he’s hit squarely on the snoot by Fluid’s displacer hoof. “Party Bash!” shouts Fluid on impact. The raider slams into the staircase, sent flying from the thrum of magic and sound that emanates from the displacer hoof.
More raiders rush into the building as Fluid Moves scrambles away from the raider he just ko’d. He spins as he rushes down the aisle, snagging a heavy toaster oven and lobbing it at the raider blindly running around the corner of the shelf, clocking him right in the face.
“Give up!” Fluid shouts as he keeps running, even as the raider crumples from the impact of the toaster.
“Fuck you!” another raider shouts, charging down an aisle as they see Fluid run past. “I’m gonna rip you to shreds when I catch you!”
“Go around, boys! Cut him off! We eat little shits like him for breakfast!!” A larger and louder raider earth pony with a dark gray coat and a russet mane shouts as they step into the building. “And take him alive!! We’re going to have fun with this one!”
There’s a chorus of “Yes, Boss!” from four of the raiders.
“Fuck that, this bastard’s dead!” shouted the last. These words were followed by the sound of a gunshot.
“Anyone else?!”
Fluid winces as he slams his way through a door and into the back room of the store. His hope of escape is dashed, though, as the loading doors out to the back are rusted shut, and the normal pony-sized door had no handle on this side. Try as he might, the doors simply won’t budge, and the normal door only opens in. Stepping back from the veritable wall of oxidized steel, Fluid pulls out his last two throwing knives, ready to fight.
The first raider to step into the back room is nailed in the eye with one of Fluid’s throwing knives and slumps to the ground, dead. The next raider into the room is nailed in the shoulder by the last of Fluid’s throwing knives, but keeps coming. As the two engage in hoof to hoof combat, the rest of the raiders, including their boss, enter the room. Gulping, Fluid drops, rolls and slams his hoof into the raider her’s fighting, sending them flying into the wall while shouting “Party Bash!”
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t The Disco Do-Gooder,” the leader, a blood-caked earth pony with a formerly dark grey coat, says as he steps to the front of the gaggle of raiders. The rest of them fan out in a semicircle around their boss, blocking any avenue of escape. “You have quite the bounty on you; twelve hundred caps for your severed head. I intend to collect, but first we’re gonna have some fun with you. Grab ‘im, boys!”
Fluid has just enough time to realize that there are only four raiders still standing, as they immediately charge at him. As the first raider reaches him, he spins and sweeps his legs out from under him, bringing him down directly into his swinging displacer hoof. The displacer hoof thrums with magic and sound again as it sends the raider sliding across the ground and into the legs of one of the other raiders, tripping him. The third raider engages Fluid in a wild and fierce hoof to hoof melee as the other two raiders that had charged work to untangle themselves from each other. Out of nowhere, a buck sends Fluid flying across the room and into a wall, plunging him into darkness on impact.
Light, sound and pain flood into Fluid’s world as he returns to consciousness. With a groan, he tries to move, but finds himself tied face-down on some kind of low to the ground metal table. The sting of the cold metal makes him shiver and prompts him to look around.
He’s no longer in the back room of the store, but in an entirely separate building; a run-down bar by the looks of it. As he looks around, he notices that his armor and displacer hoof are stacked with the rest of the raider’s pillaged loot.
As his senses return to normal, the voices of the raiders drift into the room, driving him to struggle harder against the ropes holding him down. Despite the fact that his struggling does nothing, he keeps trying even as the raiders come into view.
“Look who’s awake,” the raider leader says as he trots over to Fluid. He hadn’t caught on before, but as he now had more time and a better look, Fluid recognized him from the wanted posters. His dark grey pelt had been wiped to a somewhat cleaner state than it had been in the back of the shop, though it was still smeared with little streaks of whatever he’d been covered with in the past. The russet mane and the scar running across his muzzle and up over his right eye in a single line were unmistakable.
“Soul Crusher,” affirmed Fluid.
Soul Crusher chuckled. “Still some fight left in ya. That’s good.”
“Can we carve him up yet, boss?” One of the raiders, a stallion with a light grey coat, asks as he brandishes a bone saw. His spiky red mane with white streaks sways wildly as he waves the tool around.
“Not yet, Bonesplitter,” Soul replies as he looks down at Fluid. “We’re gonna make him suffer first.”
“Can we rape him too, Boss?” asks a light tan coated raider as he shakes his curly black mane out of his eyes.
“After we beat him, Bottom Bitch, and after Bonesplitter takes one of his legs off.”
Fluid takes a deep breath and grits his teeth as Soul Crusher brings his hoof down hard on Fuild’s left hind leg. Thanks to his training, and preparing for this pain, Fluid is able to keep himself from screaming when the raider boss delivers the blow. He doesn’t stop however, and keeps striking Fluid’s leg, hitting him harder and harder each time. Finally, he breaks the bone, eliciting a scream.
“You’re one tough cookie, Disco Do-Gooder,” Soul says with a vicious smile. “Come over here boys! We’re going to see just how much he can take.”
The rest of the raiders, all three of them, make their way over to the low-sitting table Fluid is tied to. Each pulls out a knife and, with wicked grins, they start cutting him. Slash after slash, his once white coat is marred with shallow wounds and streaks of blood. Despite his training, the repeated slashing wears down his resistance, and he begins to cry as the pain overwhelms him. He keeps crying even when the raider boss pours a portion of a healing potion into each of his wounds.
“Go ahead, Bonesplitter,” Soul urges. “Take off his right front leg.” Fluid cries louder and struggles against the ropes holding him down. “Hold him still,” he commands to the others. “We don’t want to damage him too much; not yet, anyway.”
“Finally! Ehehehe!” Bonesplitter shouts gleefully as drops the knife and picks up his bone saw. “Hold down his leg so I can make a clean cut.”
One of the raiders moves around the table to do just that as Soul Crusher presses down on Fluid’s back and hind legs, making sure he can’t thrash. Fluid screams as Bonespitter begins to work. The sharp teeth of the bone saw draw back and forth across his leg, digging deeper with each pass. Blood hemorrhages from the wound, flowing down onto the table, pooling under him before dripping off the side and hitting the floor. Fluid’s screams reach a crescendo as Bonesplitter reaches the humerus.
“Yes! Scream for me!” Bonesplitter shouts as he works the saw deeper and deeper into the bone. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until the bone saw finishes cutting though the bone, digging back into pure flesh.
At this point Fluid’s lungs can’t keep screaming; he’s simply breathing heavily and crying from the pain, his voice completely shot. He can’t even muster a shout as Bonesplitter takes his leg completely off. His world rapidly darkens as his eyelids slam shut; he’s sure that he’s dead.
Fluid slowly returns to consciousness, his body still in immense pain as he looks around the room he’s in. The smell of a meaty stew wafts to his nose, making his muzzle crinkle in disgust. He quickly spots the raiders sitting around a fire. One of them tends to the logs under the pot that is emanating the disgusting smelling steam. As he tries to shift a bit for a better look, the raider boss notices and breaks out into a big grin.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Disco Do-Gooder,” Soul Crusher says as he makes his way over. “Hope you’re hungry; dinner will be ready soon.”
“Ugh, fuck… you,” Fluid grunts out as he looks up at the raider boss. “If you’re gonna-”
“Haha!” The raider boss laughs heartily. “I’m going to kill you on my own time table, rape toy.”
Fluid spits as he glares up at the raider. “Again, fuck you.”
“Now you’re catching on!” Soul cheers. “Except you’re the one who’ll be fucked. But first, dinner. Is it ready, Chainlink?”
“Almost, boss,” Chainlink calls back as he pokes the fire. His silver coat seems to glow in the firelight, though his navy mane and tail seem to be nothing more than shadows leaping from his body. “It’s close, though.”
“It’s good enough! Grab a bowl and bring it over here,” the boss replies as he looks down at Fluid. “When you’ve finished your stew, we’re going to stuff you like a griffin.”
Bonesplitter and Bottom Bitch bring over a bowl of soup, presenting it to Soul Crusher, who scoops up a spoonful of the mix that is heaping with meat, potatoes and celery. The spoon is pressed to Fluid’s lips, but he doesn’t open his mouth, scrunching his muzzle at the smell of cooked meat. The raider boss shakes his head and nods to the others. They shuffle around so that they’re on either side of Fluid and force him to open his mouth so Soul can shove the spoonful of stew into it. Fluid tries to spit it out, but the raiders close his lips around the spoon, giving him no choice but to taste the stew. The unpleasant taste of meat floods Fluid’s mouth alongside the taste of potato, celery and spices.
“There’s no point in fighting it, Disco colt,” Soul says flatly. “We’re not going to let you spit it out. Now swallow what your master gives you like a good little fuck toy.”
Fluid struggles against them, desperately trying to spit it out, but to no avail. After a couple of minutes, the raider boss orders his lackeys to pinch Fluid’s noise, forcing him to swallow the stew or suffocate. With hope still thrumming in his chest that Dub and Disc will find him, he swallows down the spoonful of disgusting stew. As soon as he swallows, the raiders let up and Soul serves him up another spoonful. They do the same song and dance again, as the raider boss feeds him yet another spoonful of the stew. As soon as he pulls the spoon back out of Fluid’s mouth, he makes a disgusted face and glares up at his captor.
“What, don’t like how you taste?” Soul Crusher asks, chuckling darkly.
Fluid Moves looks up at him, horrified, then looks at the pot of soup, and finally to the tied-off stump where his leg used to be, shaking his head in disbelief. “No. No! NO!!”
“That’s right, little hero.” Soul pauses to take a bite of the stew. “We put your leg in the stew. It’s quite tasty.”
Fluid’s face rapidly pales as the words sink in. They’d fed him his own leg. He retches at the thought. Bits of his undigested leg, potatoes, and celery splatter onto the floor as he vomits up the vile stew. The raider boss just laughs before taking another bite.
“Can we rape him now, boss?” Bottom Bitch asks eagerly.
“Oh, alright, but flip him over first.”
As the raiders undo the ropes tying Fluid down, he begins thrashing and trying to fight back against them. This wild flailing only succeeds in making his severed leg bleed again, as the tourniquet catches on a nick in the metal of the table and is ripped off as he thrashes. With all four raiders working together, they manage to flip Fluid over and tie him down again.
Instead of tying a new tourniquet, Bonesplitter brings over a burning hot piece of metal and begins cauterizing Fluid’s stump of a leg. Fluid grits his teeth and whimpers, fighting the pain valiantly, though it’s a losing battle. Halfway through the process, Fluid’s resolve breaks and he screams. He doesn’t stop until Bonesplitter finishes his job.
“He’s good to go, boss,” Bonesplitter says as he tosses the piece of metal he used for cauterizing the wound back into the fire, in case he would need to use it again. “I don’t see why we can’t just fuck his corpse, though.“
“Shut up, Bonesplitter. I said we keep him alive and that’s what we’re going to do. Now hold his mouth open.”
Chainlink and Bottom Bitch move to either side of Fluid and force his mouth open. Being on his back, Fluid can easily see Soul Crusher’s stiff cock moving closer. Putting two and two together, he tries to close his mouth, but the hooves of the raiders holding it open are too strong. The raider boss mounts the table, giving Fluid a very close look at his throbbing flesh, before he pushes it into his mouth. Inch by inch, the large mass is shoved into him, pushing past his mouth and deep into his throat until the stallion’s balls come to rest against his nostrils. The raider above him immediately starts thrusting viciously into his throat, not giving Fluid a chance to adjust to the invading cock as he gags on it.
The raiders on either side of Fluid help hold his head steady and his mouth open as Soul Crusher drives his shaft deep into his throat over and over again. Fluid closes his eyes and tries to shut out the sensation, but it only makes the feeling, scent and taste more potent. The musky taste of cock and the smell of the raider’s sweaty balls as they slap against his nose are accompanied only by the sounds of his gagging and Soul’s grunts. Fluid’s world is consumed by the pain of having a cock forced down his throat, the only saving grace being that they flipped him over onto his back so it would slide in easier. Having a cock shoved down his throat like this was both disgusting and shamefully arousing, his own shaft hardening against his will as one of them fondles his balls.
“Look at him, boss,” Bonesplitter says as he runs a hoof over Fluid’s cock. “I’ve seen colts that have cocks bigger than this when flacid.”
“Big hero,” Soul grunts, “tiny cock. How fitting.”
Fluid jerks as he feels a tongue lapping at his cock, filling him with shame as his cock twitches under the touch of the wet and warm appendage. The cock violating his throat throbs and swells, the tip becoming engorged as the raider boss pulls his cock back until only the tip is left in Fluid’s mouth. The large stallion groans as he rocks his hips, the tip of his cock swelling just a bit more before a huge burst of bitter seed floods Fluid’s mouth, swiftly followed by several more large bursts of cum.
Fluid tries not to swallow as his mouth is filled with spunk, to the point that it leaks past his lips. It’s a losing battle, however, because as soon as Soul pulls out of his mouth, his jaw is forced shut. With no way to spit it out, he has no choice but to swallow it or choke. It takes several gulps for Fluid to swallow all of the sticky spunk in his mouth, and all the while Bonesplitter is busy sucking on his cock. As much as he doesn’t want to, he can feel his cock twitching as it flares and a small load of his spunk is ejected into the raider’s mouth. That load is quickly followed by a second and then third, forcing Bonesplitter to swallow quickly as the cock in his mouth starts to soften.
“Good little whore,” Soul Crusher says as dismounts the table and pats Fluid on his remaining foreleg. “Stop playing with his worthless cock and rape his ass. Somepony else should have a go at his mouth, too.”
“Ain’t so worthless boss, fucker came like three times in my mouth before he started to soften.” Bonesplitter says as he pulls off of Fluid’s dick. Fluid shudders as the raider who was sucking him off pulls away, only to feel the tip of their hard cock press against his puckered hole.
As that’s happening, Chainlink mounts the table and presses his cock tip against Fluid’s muzzle. Fluid looks away and turns his head only to have the raider turn his head back. “Open your whore mouth or I’ll force it open,” The new raider says as he presses his cock against Fluid’s muzzle again. When Fluid doesn't open his lips, Bonesplitter brings a hoof down on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him and forcing his mouth open. Chainlink pushes his dick into Fluid's mouth, making it that much harder for him to breath. "Now be a good cock sucker, and suck on my cock or I'll fuck your face like the boss did."
Before Fluid can even act, Bone starts pushing his tip into Fluid's ass, earning a grunt of pain from him. He struggles not to bite the dick in his mouth as Bonesplitter pushes deeper and deeper into his colon. After what seems like an eternity, the raider’s hips come to rest against his, only to pull away as the raider starts fucking him mercilessly. Once the raider in his ass starts going, Fluid finds himself unable to effectively pay enough attention to the cock in his mouth.
“Damn, he’s tighter than the mare we snagged last week, Chainlink,” Bonesplitter groans as his hips slam against Fluid’s with a lewd slap.
“He won’t be by the time we’re done with him,” Chainlink says as he grabs Fluid’s head and forces his cock into him. “Fucker doesn’t know how to suck a dick or follow orders.”
Fluid gags on the filthy cock violating his mouth as Chainlink forces his way into his throat. Bonesplitter picks up the pace, slamming into Fluid’s ass faster as he wraps his hooves around Fluid’s hind legs, grinding the broken bits of bone in the left leg against each other. The two raiders groan and thrust, spitroasting their rape toy, as the other two watch. The sound of Fluid choking on the cock in his throat brings a big smile to the boss’ face. Bonesplitter is the first to climax, groaning and slamming into Fluid one last time. Hot spunk floods Fluid’s ass, as Bonesplitter’s pent up balls empty deep inside him.
Fluid quickly finds himself being filled from both ends, as Chainlink thrusts deep into his throat and blows his load, too. Hot spunk races down his throat and into his belly, mixing with the previous load that was pumped into him. Both Bonesplitter and Chainlink keep themselves buried deep inside Fluid until he’s taken every drop of their jizz. As the two pull away from the rape toy, the boss taps on the only raider who hasn’t had a turn with their victim, Bottom Bitch.
“Heh, you know I like to ride them, boss,” Bottom says as he walks over and strikes Fluid in the balls, eliciting a cry of pain from him. “But this one has jackshit for riding. He’s so disappointingly small and weak.”
“If you don’t want a go...” Soul starts as he steps forward.
“Pfft, not going to pass up an opportunity, boss,” Bottom replies as he climbs onto the table and spins around so that he can sit on Fluid’s face. “Hold his head for me so I can sit on his muzzle, Bone.”
Bonesplitter rolls his eyes and holds Fluid’s head still as the raider standing on the table lowers his ass onto his face. The musky, and clearly dirty anus presses against Fluid’s muzzle as his asscheeks prevent him from turning his head away, even after Bonespiltter lets go of it. Fluid does his best not to breathe in the smell of dirty stallion ass, but it’s a losing battle and eventually he has to breathe.
“That’s it, breathe deeply little rape toy,” Bottom says as he rocks his hips and grinds his asshole against Fluid’s muzzle. “I’ll give you a moment to become acquainted with it before you put that tongue to work.”
The musky smell of the raider’s dirty ass makes Fluid’s muzzle scrunch with every breath, but his tongue never leaves his mouth. After about a minute of waiting, the raider sitting on his face clicks his tongue condescendingly and brings a hoof down on Fluid’s balls. Despite the strike and the grunt of pain, Fluid still doesn’t lick the raider’s ass.
“Listen here, rape toy, I’m going to keep smacking your balls harder and harder until you start using your tongue. It’s up to you how much damage I can do.” To emphasize this point, he wraps his hoof around Fluid’s ballsack, squeezing his testicles out into the open and smacks them. Still, Fluid resists. Another strike is applied, and then another. Now thoroughly disappointed, Bottom turns to Chainlink. “Bring me his displacer hoof. Not like he’s ever going to be able to use it again, anyway.”
With a panicked yelp, Fluid sticks out his tongue and laps at Bottom’s pucker, then retches in disgust. He pauses for a moment, as does Chain, then with a silent plea to anypony that could hear his thoughts, Fluid reluctantly presses his tongue against the raider's dirty anus, gagging at the taste.
"Good toy, make sure you push in as deep as you can," The raider says as he strokes his cock slowly. Fluid presses his tongue into the tight anal ring, still absolutely disgusted by the taste. As if that weren't bad enough, Bottom starts rocking his hips as he works his tongue into his ass. He groans as Fluid's tongue reaches a good way into his colon as he rolls his hips and strokes his cock faster.
As Fluid reluctantly eats out the raider's ass, the other three set to work building a makeshift cage for their little rape toy. The sounds of hammering, cutting and welding reach Fluid's ears and cause him to stop, earning him another painful strike to the balls. Fluid gets a second strike to the balls before he continues to eat the raider's ass, fighting back the nausea it brings.
Above him, Bottom groans and strokes his cock faster. “Eat my ass, you little whore,” he moans as he thrusts down hard on Fluid’s muzzle. Moments later, the ass lifts away as the raider stands up and spins around so that his cock is pointed at Fluid’s face. Bottom keeps stroking his cock, which quickly flares and begins spurting rope after rope of thick cum. Fluid turns his head, but only succeeds in having his mane streaked with the off-white substance which stands out rather clearly against his pink hair.
“I’m going to enjoy using your muzzle again,” Bottom smirks as he shakes the last drops of cum from the tip of his cock. Fluid winces and keeps looking away, disgusted to have jizz in his hair, stomach and ass.
“Now that you’re done, bring your ass over here and help us build this cage, Bottom Bitch!” Soul shouts as the raider above Fluid hops off the table.
Tears form at the corners of Fluid's eyes even as he squeezes them shut, disgusted by the things that the raiders did to him. He tries to shut out the sounds of them working and talking about all the things they’re going to do to him, but their voices are loud and he can hear them even with his ears pressed against his head. After about half an hour, the sound of chatter and work comes to a halt. He tries to curl up into a ball at the sound of their approach, but the ropes holding him down prevent him from succeeding.
“Collar him and drag him over to the cage.” The boss says as he starts untying Fluid’s bonds. A collar with some kind of rope is attached to Fluid’s neck as the ropes holding him down are untied. He makes a weak attempt to pull away only to catch a hoof across the face for it, causing him to stop struggling.
With the ropes undone, and the collar securely around his neck, the raiders drag Fluid over to the cage. The wall behind the cage is covered in graffiti, but the most prominent and newest is “Hero + W” which is clearly scrawled in blood. The raiders toss him into the cage, and attach the rope to the back of the cage. As Fluid sits up, it becomes clear that he’s not going to be able to even attempt to escape; not with the rope connecting his collar to the wall at the back of the cage.
With his eyes cast towards the ground, he didn’t notice what was going on until something warm, wet and strong-smelling splashed against him. He knew that smell all too well from his days of plunging into dark alleys and slave camps. One by one, the raiders take turns relieving themselves on him, staining parts of his coat yellow. Disgusted and filthy, Fluid doesn’t look up. He doesn’t even try to resist. He just takes it as tears start to leak from his eyes.
Eventually, they finish, and he lies down in the puddle of urine. There’s almost no slack in the rope attached to his collar, and even as close to the back wall as he can be, the collar still digs into his neck, almost forcing him to try for an upright position. Though it brings him great discomfort to lie down, he eventually falls asleep, exhausted from all the disgusting things they’ve done to him.
Fluid’s eyes spring open maybe an hour later at the sound of loud laughter. The raiders are gathered around the pot with a good fire going underneath it, eating the stew made from his leg and drinking beer. Sitting there, reeking of piss and sex, Fluid can’t help but to cry. Tears roll down his cheeks as he looks at the floor. If only he had listened to Dub Step and not gone off on his own, he’d have avoided these raiders. He feared that he’d never see her again, or any of his friends.
The burning pain in the stump that was once his foreleg and the broken bits of bone in his hind leg simply remind him of what else they’ve taken from him. Fluid can’t contain it any more. He cries and sobs, giving into despair as tears roll down his face. The raiders turn their attention to him, their laughing becoming louder as they realize just how broken he is.
It is at that moment that the door leading into the room goes flying off its hinges and embeds into the wall opposite it. The raiders are quick to grab their firearms, and start shooting towards the entrance, only for the door that was just embedded in the wall to be ripped back out. It quickly flies across the room, completely bisecting Bonesplitter as it passes through him.
A pink unicorn with a blue mane steps through the door frame as the raiders weapons fire comes to a stop. She’s wreathed in magical flames and her eyes burn a brilliant white. The sight of Dub Step reignites the embers of hope in Fluid’s heart as she stares down the raiders. “How DARE you hurt my little Flu-Flu!” she screams.
Her horn glows and a barrage of magical bolts obliterates Bottom Bitch, leaving a bloody smear across the floor. The raiders start firing their guns again. Most of the shots miss, and the ones that actually hit seem to do nothing to the mare. Her own rifles spring to life, firing round after round into Chainlink, not stopping until their clips are empty.
“And YOU!” she exclaims, rounding on the raider boss. The magical aura around her flares and grows until it cannot be contained. In a single, super powerful burst, her magic flashes across the room like a beam of pure sunlight. Soul Crusher’s body crumbles away into dust. A hole forms in the wall behind where he had been, and the beam continues on for several blocks, completely obliterating everything in its path.
As the light and magic fade from her form, she rushes over to Fluid and quickly frees him from the cage. She wraps her hooves around him and holds him close as he cries. “I have you; you’re safe now,” she whispers as she strokes his mane, not caring how dirty he is. Fluid’s crying slows to a stop as the warm embrace of her hooves calms him down. “Let’s bring you to Jet so we can have your leg fixed and head home.”
She lifts him in her magic and sets him on her back, carefully picking her way across the bar to collect Fluid’s weapons and armor before making her way out of the run down building. Fluid’s world becomes blue as he buries his head in her mane, slowly fading into black as he falls asleep on her back, finally feeling safe again.
