Inside the swirling storm of energy...Dogmeat was doing fine. He was spinning in the ether without a care in the word, his ears deaf to the screams of pain coming from his owner.

His body was constantly being pulled apart and put back together, each time in a different form. He was turned into a strange blue, cat-like person, then painfully molded back into a human. He was morphed into a very large slug, but changed back. His body shifted into large white, blocky creature before being shifted back. Finally, he was turned into an equine with a horn sticking out of his head and wings out of his back, with all of his clothes and weapons changed to fit to his new body.

This will do.

Sam forced his eyes open, and regretted it. The blue and light purple of the strange realm he was in burned his eyes with an intensity greater than a star, and he couldn't close them. He felt his new horn get a strange buildup similar to an impending orgasm, only replacing the pleasure and imminent semen with intense pain and green lava. His hindquarters lit up as he thought in his pain-dulled mind that flaming hot knives were carving into his hide, making a grotesque picture. His back felt like it was abut to split open as the wings fully extended, ripping the muscle underneath. Finally, as a climax to it all, he felt his flesh melt off of his bones. As if adding insult to injury, his bones disintegrated, the particles scattering into the cosmic waves.

Dogmeat had a similar experience, but without the pain.

The two were thrown out of a sheet of blue and into the dirt. Dogmeat slid on his belly and quickly stopped, allowing him to see his owner tumble end-over-end across a large patch of rocks. While he didn't break anything, it was incredibly painful.

Sam groaned as he lay face-first in the dirt, eyes flickering open and closed Dogmeat padded over to the incapacitated Wanderer, licking his face.

"Ah, hey!" He exclaimed in a low voice, waving his hoof in front of the dog to send him, "Fuck off, you stupid mu-" Hoof. He opened his eyes and looked to his hand. It was instead a grey hoof.

So that last part of his life wasn't a dream.

He slowly got to his fe-hooves, of which he had four. He looked around his body, and saw that his apparently fur coat was a dark grey, about two shades away from black. His duster remained mostly the same, with the leather pauldrons on his shoulders still there. His hat's brim now had a hole where his new horn shot out of, with plenty of room to adjust it if he saw fit. He looked to his hindlegs and back, and saw that all of his weapons and his satchel were still there, as well as a pair of blue wings. He breathed a sigh of relief; It would've been a very bad thing if his things were gone, especially the satchel.

His Vault-Tec Bottomless Satchel was the only one in existence. It is the only human device in all of history that utilized pocket dimensions. It could hold quite literally anything as long as the user could hold it. As of right now, Sam had about 500 pounds of materials, from Stimpaks and ammo to extra armor and disguises.

Sam took a look at this surroundings. It was night with a heavy cloud cover, blocking out whatever moonlight there would be. He followed the clouds to a large mountain in the distance, and noticed a dark blob on the side. He looked closer, and saw that it was a city-or once was. His immediate area was a few trees behind him, and a wide sweeping desert all around him. In the distance was the skeletal remains of a town. He could see craters from long-detonated bombs all over. He held back a tear of emotional exhaustion. He had hoped that he would get lucky and be sent to a paradise, or at least somewhere that wouldn't have him fighting tooth and nail every second for the right to exist.

Instead, he had been transported from one Wasteland to another.

He shook those thoughts out of his head and looked down to his new limbs. He needed to learn how to move.

"Okay," Sam said breathlessly, "I can do this." He took his first step, his left foreleg, then his right leg. Within two minutes (thanks to his bionic brain) he was trotting. He smirked, circling around Dogmeat while he barked happily. He stopped in front of the dog, wiggling each of his new legs.

"Now I know how you feel, boy," He said. He looked up to the point of his new horn. He remembered vividly the lava shooting of his horn. His first thought was magic, or something similar. And since he didn't think he could get to lava throwing anytime soon, so he tried telekinesis. He saw a rock the size of his dog's head a few feet away. He aimed his horn at it and began concentrating, trying to use the feeling in his horn that felt like an extra limb.

Within a few minutes, a dark green hue surrounded his horn. Sam grinned as he saw the rock become enveloped in the same hue and slowly rise into the air. His grin vanished as he felt his control slowly ebb away. His magic suddenly imploded, but instead of falling to the ground like it should, the rock was sent into a cloud with the speed of a bullet. Sam stared at the point where it vanished.

"Hmph," He grunted, trying to unfurl his wings. They were much easier to control, and they responded instantly. Dogmeat cocked his head to the side in confusion; he hadn't noticed the wings before.

He gave them a few experimental flaps, and let out a 'woah' when they almost sent him into the air. Remembering how the ravens back in the American Wastelands flapped after he disturbed their feast of decomposing wastelander, he gave the pattern a try. He flapped in a quick beat, and he was sent about six feet in the air. He tried moving his wings to go forward, and it surprisingly worked. He began to circle his bewildered dog, descending slowly. After he hit the ground, his wings tired, he was assaulted by Dogmeat's nuzzles and licks. Sam smiled and pat his head, careful not to crack his head open with his new hooves.

"Interesting," A voice said. Immediately, Sam pulled his Deagle out with TK and Dogmeat lowered into a pouncing stance, teeth bared and growling. Sam was surprised with himself on how fast and efficient his magic automatically reacted, but cleared those thoughts out of his head.

"Show yourself!" Sam exclaimed. His eyebrows cocked as he saw a floating robot that looked almost exactly like an eyebot (minus the four rainbow insect-like wings and the two glowing green eyes behind the grille) floated from behind the husk of a scorched tree to their left.

"I'm Watcher," The eyebot greeted, "And I'm not going to kill you." Sam narrowed his eyes, but put his Deagle away, raising a hoof in Dogmeat's direction to calm him. eyebots were never a problem back on Earth-that was assuming that this wasn't-but he kept his guard up. He wasn't too sure of this thing.

"Then why are you out here?" Sam asked, "Watching?"

"Yes," He replied. Sam grinned and nodded. He liked this thing, or whoever-or whatever-controlled it. "Where did you come from?"

"Don't think I'm from around here?" He asked.

"I saw you and your dog pop into existence from a blue cloud, and I've never seen a male alicorn." So now he knew what his new species was called-or maybe subspecies, he didn't have a clue. Since Sam didn't have any reason to lie, he told the bot the truth.

"I'm from another dimension," He told it, "I was trapped into a teleporter and sent here. I felt my body...morph, and shift, and this was the last one before I was spit out." Well, half truth, but he would keep his reasons as to how he got there to himself.

"Interesting," The robot repeated. He paused. "I'm assuming you need a place to get your bearings then." He started to float toward the town.

"You could say that," Sam replied, walking with the robot. Dogmeat followed both subconsciously, his nose in overdrive with all of the new smells.

"Then there's a place to get your bearings," Watcher told him, looking to the town, "Ponyville." Sam snorted.

"Hell of a name," He joked. He let out a quick whistle, and Dogmeat got his nose out of the dirt and to his side. "Thank you for the advice, Watcher." He began to walk towards the ruins. The eyebot seemed to pause.

"Y-you're just going to trust me?" He asked, bewildered, "The advice of a stranger? I could be leading you into a trap!" Sam waved his wing from behind his back.

"I can take it," He called out. Watcher let out a grunt of amazement.

"It's a raider's nest!" He told him before his time expired. Sam's ears perked up as he heard music similar to back home begin to spew from the robot. He turned around and saw the eyebot float away. He shrugged and looked down to Dogmeat.

"Schneller," He told Dogmeat. The dog began to speed up, jogging. Sam was at his side at a brisk trot, both of them scanning the surrounding area for threats. Sam didn't expect much from this little raider base-at most a hundred caps worth of weapons and armor, maybe a few captives to free, and hopefully a little information about this new Wasteland.

What he didn't realize was that he was about to completely disrupt the fate of another Vault Dweller.

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Sam and Dogmeat kept their bellies low to the ground as they crawled through the dead underbrush. Sam was performing recon of the base to get a feel of how the raiders were in this new wasteland. So far, the raiders were two different subspecies-plain horses and apparent unicorns-had barding made of similar materials that the ones back home had, and were slightly more insane. He had made his way into a beauty shop of some kind and saw dozens of persevered and mutilated cats hanging from the ceiling. From the top of the building, he could see a sniper setting up shop on the balcony of some kind of structure that looked exactly like a tree-or was a tree.

Doubling back, he and Dogmeat crossed the river, Sam holding the dog in his forelegs as he glided from one edge of blackened vegetation to another. Sam had climbed a tree while Dogmeat lay at its base, pulling out his .308 hunting rifle from his back and wedging it between two branches. He put the butt into his shoulder and moved the gun around, making sure it could swivel correctly. Seeing that it did, he peered into the scope.

The bridge was a maze of barricades, with the heads of two decapitated horses skewered onto the spikes at the entrance. At the gates, two horses in heavy leather barding were talking to a raider on the ramparts. One of them had a double-barrel shotgun; that was probably the source of the bang he heard while coming over. He looked further down the road behind the two and saw another in similar garb with a spear in his mouth. He had his back turned to two more horses...in chains.

Slavers.

Sam's blood boiled as he used his TK to begin to squeeze the trigger. He looked to the two captives, both of them unicorns. One was seemingly male with beige fur, while the other was definitely female, with a smaller stature compared to what he had seen so far. Her horn was slightly glowing, and Sam could see a bobby pin and screwdriver going at the lock of the shackles she wore. That was when he noticed her Vault barding, and the Pip-Boy on her right foreleg.

Her shackles unlocked, and fell with a thump. The slaver guarding them heard it, and rounded on her. He would've caved her head in if a large gunshot hadn't erupted from the gates. The slaver looked to the bridge, but Sam already knew that the situation had turned sour. He pulled the trigger, and the slaver's head exploded, showering the vault dweller with blood. From the look on her face as the blood seeped into her grey coat, Sam knew that these were her first hours outside the vault. She quickly shook her head and continued to unlock her shackles, while Sam turned and watched what was transpiring at the bridge.

The unicorn with the shotgun was the last one standing, taking cover behind a barrier. He levitated his shotgun over the top and fired, hitting a wounded raider that was staggering in the open. The horse jolted as the buckshot hit him and fell. The slaver peeked over to his what he did, a raider that circled around him filled his body with two slugs from a combat shotgun.

The surviving raiders on the bridge cackled as they stepped over the bodies of the fallen. The unicorn had the combat shotgun that he killed the last slaver with, and the other had a sledgehammer in her teeth. The vault dweller had unlocked herself and was working on her fellow captive when she stopped out of fright.

"Looks like we got ourselves some prizes!" The unicorn shouted in glee, the other laughing behind her sledgehammer. The dweller seemed to have asked the raider a question, most likely a plea for help. Naïve fool.

"Oh, I'll help myself to, alright!" The raider kicked the dweller in the side, sending her to the ground trying to catch her breath. She kicked her again, making her howl in pain. Meanwhile, the plain horse was going at the other captive with a sledgehammer. Sam cringed as he heard the wet wack, then saw the captive cough up blood. He lined his crosshairs up with the unicorn's head and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened, but it only took a moment for Sam to remember. He quickly worked the bolt of the rifle, chambering the next round in. As he did that, the unicorn shifted her attention from the vault dweller to the other horse. It was obvious they were going to beat him to death.

"Hold his leg out!" The unicorn shouted, leveling her shotgun to the poor man's (or should it be stallion's?) leg, "I'm gonna shoot his hooves off!" Sam fired, and her horn was taken off at the base. She screamed and fell to the ground, clutching her head. Both the dweller and her fellow slave her froze in shock. The sledgehammer raider took a quick look around and settled on his spot for a second before the other slave wrapped his chain around her chain and began choking her out. Sam didn't give him the chance, sending a bullet through her right eye and covering him in brains. He shifted his aim to the unicorn he crippled, who was at spear point by the dweller. She was snarling like a cornered animal. Sam put her out of her misery, blowing out her esophagus with one shot. The vault dweller jolted back as her neck exploded and she fell on the ground convulsing, but shook it off. She went over to finish her work on her friend, but Sam beat her to the punch. Activating VATS, he sent a .308 round through the lock of the shackles, barely missing the slave's foreleg. The cuffs flew apart.

Sam pulled the bolt back and exchanged slips for his hunting rifle, satisfied of what he did. Unfortunately for him, they heard him reloading and looked to his spot in the tree. He desperately wished for his stealth suit, which he had lost in New Vegas. Suddenly, his horn glowed, and his figure became transparent. Light bent around him, he was invisible. The two stared at him for a few moments more before shrugging.

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Sam landed on the ground with a thump, reappearing as his hooves hit the ground. Dogmeat's ears swiveled to his direction, but other than that he didn't react. Sam smiled. He trained him well.

"Come on, boy," He whispered, nudging the dog, "Over the river." Dogmeat got up and followed his master as the two stealthily made it through the decaying vegetation. As the two glided across the river, the railing of the bridge beside them exploded. Sam flapped his wings and got him and his dog into cover quickly, the tree they landed beside exploding into dried pulp as it was hit.

Sniper.

"Aktion!" Sam shouted, storming out of the brush with Dogmeat at his heels. He almost ran over one of the slaves he rescued, the vault dweller. He slid on the dirt, overturning a rotting wagon while doing so. The sniper's bullet ripped a board off of the top. Then the other raiders opened fire, they're lower caliber bullets not making it through. Sam sighed as he pulled his gas mask out of his satchel and over his face. Mostly for intimidation, but a little for any kind of magical gas attack any of them could procure. As he put his hat back on, he saw the dweller out in the open, gawking at him and Dogmeat like a fish. His instinct was to pull her into cover, but his new magic had other ideas. A green barrier formed around her, cracking as a large caliber round from the sniper slammed into it a moment after it was made.

"Get to cover!" He shouted at her. The command snapped her out of trance. She shook her head and quickly looked around for a suitable piece of cover, settling for a circular building. She dove inside nd closed the door right before several bullets slammed into it.

Sam smirked behind his mask, pulling out his assault carbine and his Deagle. He looked to his dog.

"Ready, boy?" He asked, though it was mostly rhetoric. Dogmeat still barked. Sam hopped over the wagon, Deagle aimed at a raider in the middle of the street. The raider almost pissed himself. Sam's wings were flared, his horn was surrounded by the same dark green that his assault carbine and large pistol were in, and his face was concealed by the most horrifying mask he had ever seen.

The gun fired.

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Footnote: Level up

New Perk: Cleanser-You are becoming adept at killing the scum of the Wastes. Damage to all evil characters increased +10%