I thought I was to have my peace, I thought I could sleep forever in the darkness of dreams. I thought my battles were over and I have brought the light. But for in the darkness of dreams there are nightmares who wish to destroy the light.

Chapter 1: A Strange New World

Radio? What's going on with that radio?
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My skin crawled as the pink ash fell from the sky. How many dead? I thought as I looked up at the low cloudy sky.

Taking a quick glance at my pipleg. I noticed a strange icon was flashing on the screen. I tapped on it, My pipleg’s brings up a system update loading bar. I never had to update my pipbuck’s operations system before. I don’t believe there has ever been a pipbuck system update for over two hundred years.

I must be on the out skirts of the town. What bugged me was the fact everything was big clean and very sterile looked. This city was abandoned, not the same kind of abandon you see in the Equestrian Wasteland. This was evil? Like evil magic evil. I felt it in my horn.

I give a quick glance behind me. A pink fog blocked my view and my way. I didn’t think it was the deadly kind of pink. Wasn’t going to risk it without healing potions.

I look back at this disturbingly clean city. Even the damn pink ash doesn’t seem to do more than lightly dust the ground. Where did it all go?

The area ahead was tinted with pinkish fog as well. But I could see a good block in front of me. My pipleg made a click click sound. This told me that I was heading toward something radioactive. Hopefully not living and radioactive if I was lucky. I would hate it to be the other way around since I wasn’t carrying any weapons or wearing barding heavier than a very light blue dress. I try to kick on my Eyes Forward Sparkle brushing my long mane out of my eyes. A notice said this feature was disabled for now.

My mane falls back in front of my eyes. I pull it back behind my ear. Homage had teased me about my hair saying I looked like Fluttershy now.

I found a bulletin board on the side of the street. It was covered in photos of ponies with words like, “Missing” or “Have you seen me?” Some pony sprayed graffiti over the missing flyers. “Sinners All.”

I look at the news paper box next to the bulletin board. Having no bits and obviously something like that would be buck proof. All I could do was read the head line on the display paper.
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Rapist Found Dead in Mini Mac Vehicle

Accused foal rapist Blister Fist found dead yesterday in his Mini Mac vehicle. Cause of death unknown.
For those of you who do not know last week Blister Fist was found not guilty of the crime of rape. After the evidence was lost in the police station fire a few days before.
Chef Boxcar still hadn't released the cause of the fire.
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My Pipleg dings telling me that it was done updating. It spoke to me in a tingy Applebloom voice.

“Voice function update, Default General Equestrian Applebloom, other voices can be found or synthesized in settings.

Inventory function updated, Some items stored in inventory can now be-”

I tapped on my pipleg to shut it up. I'll have to look at the rest of the updates later.

“Warning: Hostile enemy detection icon function corrupted and is offline will fix with next update.”

Well walking forward, I stop and take a cautious stance when I see a tall alicorn figure rearing up in the mist. I waited and the figure didn’t move. I slowly take a few steps forward. Still didn’t move. I walked up to the figure it coming into clear view. The thing was a bronze statue of Luna. A plaque at it’s feet, “In the memory of Luna,” was written on it. The rest of the epitaph was scratched over, “who save***s*all w*th her *ac*ifice,” Scratching over the words, “May she burn over and over.”

A noise catches my attention. I could see a pair of small pony figures outlined ahead of me. As I walked toward them, the outline of the building could be seen.

The clicky click of my pipleg grew louder. I looked at it. The radiation detector stated zero radiation. I decided to shut off the feature. I’ll take rataway later to be safe when I find some.

Something swooshed under my hoof. I lift it to see what I stepped in. It was thick white and clumpy even a little stringy. I looked at the asphalted street and sees globs of white trailing in front of me. I sniff my hoof, it smelt sugary like melted marshmallows but more slimly than sticky.

I approached forward and I gasped. The figures they were in front of me were now clear to see. They were some kind of ghoul ponies, Friendly kind of ghouls at least I hoped. I walked closer to investigate. They were the size of fillies or in my case a small mare. But they were shiny and hairless unicorn like things. There eye were seal over and metal bits were in their mouths. Saddles were on their backs fused with their skin, no that’s part of their skin? It’s just shaped like a saddle. What the fuck am I looking at?

“Hello my name is Littlepip, I think I’m lost,” I introduced myself hoping these thing's were intelligent. They barely acknowledged me. Then went back to eating the brown grass that was underhoof.

I looked the filly things up and down to reassess them. I noticed straps wrapped around the thing's hips. When I walked around to investigate the sight made my tail flinch into my rear. The thing's tail was pulled up displaying its privates. To my horror the filly thing's feminine lips where missing leaving its hole exposed. Rusty hooks pulled the thing's hole open. I felt disgusted and sick, my head feeling light. The next thing I seen scarred me more and confused me. Pair of large skinless testicals were being pulled back between the legs constricted with tight straps.

That doesn’t make any sense? I dreamily said in my head as my eyes roll back. I hit the ground with a thump. I hit it hard enough to shake me awake. From the ground, I turn to look at the filly things, I quickly blushed, turning away. Okay, they are definitely not mares. Both of these things were very erect stallions, cocks strapped in very uncomfortable looking bindings. I had images in my head that I hope to remove from me with the help of a unicorn I know.

As I looked upward. I need to clear my mind before being able to face the faceless things again. I spotted a sign on top of the building above me. Some kind of add with a young Pinkie Pie on it. I didn’t care about the add. Someone with red paint put on the sign the words. “Pipbucks are like Littlepip,” I had a chill up my spine. First off, who would write this? Second, are they someone who knows me?

I get up to my feet, One of the filly stallion things bumped me. Wet hits my pipleg. I look down to see the touch screen covered in white ooze. My reaction looked something like a poster I seen at stable twenty five of mares screaming and freaking over a bug or a mouse, something of the sort. I calmed down and reminded myself that it was just a dumb pony shaped animal somepony tortured, bucking it-him in the face would just be cruel.

I poked the thing in the chest, more of it’s jazz squirts from its undercarriage and lands at my feet. Smell of sugar rolls up into my nose. This thing orgasms on a hair trigger. “Just like you Littlepip,” I could hear the Homage in my head joke. I start to snicker-Hello!

Suddenly a tongue licks me between my thighs. One of the hairless ponies had gotten behind me. I freaked out in a panic and buck the thing with my back hooves. It rears back, the hit knocking it off balance. My rump is blasted by white slime. I unleash screams and in a panic I struck the thing. Then hit it again.

I didn’t remember it hitting the ground. The soon small buck thing was smashed and laying in pooling blood. I raise my hoof to make another strike. It hit me like a flash, I wasn’t there anymore. The air became bright and sunny. Under my hooves was a young blue and navy blue colt covered in it’s own blood. He was just old enough to get his white opal cutie mark. Blood from my hooves drips on his flank. I look up to see a red and blond filly looking at me in horror.

“Please stop hurting my brother!”

I jumped back to reality, Funny calling this place reality in retrospect. There was pink chunky stuff laying in the blood. My skin crawled as I realized the damn thing was cumming as I was attacking it. It’s member unleashed another squirt. Still cumming, don’t these things ever run empty? I noticed the other one behind me. I turned to look at the pony thing. It didn’t care, I stood there in shock. I-I pummeled one of it’s own in front of it. The thing didn’t flinch a muscle. I looked down at my bloody hooves then at the body at my feet. These deformed monsters seemed like innocent creatures. “If they where once normal ponies perhaps you killing them is a favor?” The little pony in my head suggests. I shook my head, this wasn't compassion, this was rage. I almost killed it for cumming on my flank. Suddenly a twig of worry popped in my mind. One drop of semen is all that is need to get a mare pregnant. I quickly reassured myself with a half a dozen reasons why that’s not going to happ-

The other creature just tried to mount me! What made it worst the thing jazzed my rump squire on when it touched me. My tail was down so it took the blunt of the white sticky mess. I’m going to have fun combing that out later.

I grabbed the creature with my telekinetic magic before it could penetrate me. I was trying my best to hold back my rage. I have already acted out of anger, an act my friend Steelhooves would have been disappointed to have seen me done. This thing just tried to rape me and if I was going to kill it he would have wanted me to have my wits about me when I do it. I glanced at the creature on the ground still. The first time I spun into a rage was in Ponyville after seeing a pack of raider’s rape victim in a cage. But would killing these creatures be the same?

For a moment I had another flash, I was holding that red and blond filly in my telekinetic magic. Tears rolled down her eyes. Before I came crashing back I heard her whimper, “I don’t want to die,”

I shook my mind clear, These things had to be messing with my head. Lucky I have resistance to such things.

In the end I couldn’t kill it. It was just an animal after all. I dropped it from my magic. I'll just need to literally watch my ass when these things are around. I looked up, there were more hairless creatures. How did I get surrounded?

Hooves grabbed my shoulder and warm liquid hits my rump. I instantly fly into a rage. I buck the thing off me. I pick a pipe off the ground and grab it with my mouth. I thwacked the thing in it’s head. When I raised the pipe to make a second hit, I saw the red filly. I didn't hesitate to strike. I rushed at a group of others. Random fillies mares, colts and bucks pop in my head looking up at me in horror as I beat them to death. This had me seeing red hard. How dare they mess with my head like this. I was getting stained with blood as well as other things I’d rather not think about. Celestia, didn’t they ever run empty.

As my rage reached it’s peek, I felt the ground shake with a stomp. It roared like a siren. A centaur covered in blood stains the size of an adolescent dragon wearing a big rusty bull’s head mask. I could feel contempt and rage emitting from the thing. It suppressed my very soul. The udders on the thing’s chest looked surreal to me. It had breast nipples, I believe technically they were also called boobs. I’ll call them the latter because breast shouldn’t have nipples. I know nothing about how boobies should look. I know mare’s have bigger ones them bucks but I really couldn’t tell you if this thing was a mare or a buck simply by looking at them.

The battle saddle over the back of it’s horse back charged up. (Seriously this thing has two backs?) A pair of large gatling guns with very long belts of bullets. Large bullets, without a doubt armor piercing by the size.

“Celestia down load herself to my body and clop myself raw!” I shouted making way for the only cover I could find. An alleyway between two of the buildings.

The rusty bull lets loose another siren roar. Steam shot out it’s metal nostrils. My horn began to burn as darkness fell.

I smacked into something wet and smelly, Raider mattress smelly. I slip to my knees My first instinct was to make my horn glow so I could see. My magic wouldn’t activate so my pipleg’s light function was my default.

The wall I smacked into looked like it was made of wet leather that’s been soaking in urine and shit. The smell was so awful it made my stomach heave. There was nothing to come out other then bile. The ground was now metal grating with strips of dark red meat hanging off it. Through the grating I could see flailed bodies. By the way they twitched, I assumed they where ghouls. Random flames and screams could be heard. If using my adventures in the Equestrian Wasteland as a reference of a scale of one to ten. This would hit eleven of the most awful mind scarring things I’ve seen. “Welcome to Tartarus,” The pony in my head snapped, “You did this to yourself and is no less then you deserve for the horrors you committed.”

A hairless buck puts its hooves on top of me holding me down and giving me a view of its cock. My soul was crushed with the thought I was in hell and my mind slowly processed what was happening to me. When it finished for a sad moment I was going to accept what this thing wanted to do to me.

Bullets goes through the thing’s head splattering me in brain matter. The dead creature jazzes into my face three times before dropping to the metal ground. Okay, moment over I need to get the Celestia fuck out of here.

The rusty bull opens fire on the hairless bucks. My brain flashed making the hairless buck look like normal ponies on a normal street screaming in horror and pain as they are getting gunned down by a centaur monster. Tears roll down by eyes this place was from a time before the war and time Of innocence. Every death every scream tore into my soul as I felt every pony’s innocence rip apart.

I could see the alleyway was still there, so I ran for it. As I ran the hell world peeled back around me. Behind me, sound of bullets spraying across the metal ground and the splatter of the hairless buck creatures getting ripped apart. I could hear the bulletfire come back in my direction. Hot metal when through my left hind thigh as I reached the protection of the alley

The wall of the alley was cover in chain link fencing with black bloody chains crossed against them. Blood dropped from above me. Behind me the chain link walls shook as black pony dog things rip links out. They were like foals covered in black pasty soot. The word Charfoals came to mind. I shook in horror, I make for the door at the end of the alley. Oh, Celestia no, it was rusted shut. I ram my small body against the door.

“Milk!”

“Mommy!”

The Charfoal's teeth bite into my leg and rump. I ram the door again. More teeth bite into me, one gets me in the shoulder. My hind legs were pulled out from under me. One of my utters is bitten down on. It pulls on my soft flesh like hot cheese. I scream in pain my eyes watering. Then one of them chomped down on my remaining tit.

“More!” They cried.

I was bleeding out, Bleeding fast. I was dying. If I was in hell how can I be dying. The feeling of my throat getting crushed was the last thing I felt. The radio of my pipleg kicks on. The last thing I heard was DJ Pon3’s voice my Homage’s voice.

“Welllllcome to Silent Ponyville! Be seeing you Littlepip,”

>

The song woke me up in a jar,

“I'm not a fan of puppeteers but I've a nagging fear
Someone else is pulling at the strings,
Something terrible is going down through the entire town,
Wreaking anarchy and all it brings,”
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My pelt was soaked with sweat. My pipleg itched, it always did that when I was sweaty. I found myself laying on a couch. My first instinct was to look down at my tits. Seeing both of them were intact I sigh in relief. The bullet wound in my hindleg was healed. It didn’t have the soreness associated with use of a healing potion.

“Good to see you're awake,” A male voice remarks.

I turn to see, Homage? No this was a buck. He had her color scheme and wore stable security barding. This was a pegasus too. I noted his side arms.

My body shook from shock. I couldn’t stand the noise of the radio and clicked it off.

The buck walks across the room. For a moment I forgot this wasn’t Homage and caught myself looking at his butt. The stallion flicks his tail giving me a glance of the back of his sack. I turn my eyes somewhere else in the room. The buck takes a drink of something form a bottle and smiles at me. Shit, he thinks I’m checking him out. Kind of true but there’s an awkward conversation I might have to have later. I did note his cutie mark though, A silver hemp leaf.

“Prophet Bless,” The buck told me giving me an unopened bottle of something wet. “I don’t know what happened but I found you passed out miss, just behind that door.”

“Littlepip,” I groan taking the bottle with my magic. Thank Celestia I can use it again.

When the buck gave me the bottle I noticed him blushing and his eyes were trying to keep from looking down, or keep from getting caught looking down. I remembered I was laying on my back with well, me in full view. I closed my legs and roll to my side so I wasn’t exposing myself anymore. I blushed at the strange pony buck adjusting my long tail main with my hoof to suit my new position. “You’re a police pony? You’re from a Stable are you? Stable ponies are pretty easy to recognize.”

Prophet Bless gives me a confused look. “Oh, you’re from one of the Stables?” He asks me back, "I was thinking you were a Truth Seeker or something."

Truth Seeker? “I lived in a Stable, it’s not my home anymore not for” I paused to count in my head, it just made my head hurt. “Long time.” I decided on saying. "What's a Truth Seeker?"

“Oh, It's just what we call ponies who wonder about the city even after the Overmare told us all to go down to the Stables,” Prophet Bless struggled with the description. "Things been strange, It started getting hazy, then more and more foggy. Ponies disappear at first, Then the mutilated bodies started showing up in random places. I thought it was just a rumor until it happened to me. But there are monsters in the fog. The Overmare says it’s an air filtration issue and moved everyone to the two Stables. Between the missing and dead and those who refuse to go down to the Stables our population dropped to one third at least.”

Looking around, I was in some kind of break room. “You're Stable security?” I said to keep it from getting quite. “What are you doing out here?”

“I’m looking for a filly by the name of Cherry Emerald. Her father Mane Mason foalnaped her.” Prophet Bless told me.

“Can you take me to your Stable?” I asked.

Prophet looks me up and down. I felt… well um naked, naked without my barding. I imagined how I looked. A cute little mare in a little blue dress with long flowing hair. I turned my head to show off the scar on my neck to at least bring my badass cred up. By the look on Prophet Bless’s face it did the opposite.

“You really should stay here,” Prophet Bless said with concern.

“Wasteland hero trumps police,” I said smugly.

Goddess, if I had my guns, barding and a mane cut, I would be way more impressive.

“Hero you say,” Prophet Bless raises a questioning eyebrow. My heart fluttered for Homage a moment.

“And what’s this wasteland you’re talking about?” Prophet Bless adds.

“Its Equestria after the after the megaspells fell,” I answered.

Prophet Bless glares at me. “Wait? You expect me to believe that you are not from Silent Ponyville? I mean from after the sin?”

“Believe me I find it just as confusing,” I sighed, “So where those monsters come from? Left over creatures of taint?” I asked.

“Taint?” Prophet Bless answered.

“It mutates liv-“

Prophet Bless stared at me blankly.

“You don’t feel itchy or anything,” I gasped.

He still looked at me.

“Okay, can you tell me about the monsters?” I continued.

“There are many different kinds. They are deformed rotten and in pain,” Prophet Bless answers, “What have you seen?”

I bit my lip, I felt nervous to do what I was about to do. “First,” I start blushing making a jester with my hooves. “Hairless bucks my size. They have slongs about this long.”

Oddly the word Pipbuck came to my mind. I decided that's what to call those things. It made me think of that sign outside. Also it was embarrassing showing estimated penis size to a buck. For a strange reason I didn’t want him to laugh at me and my estimation. I tried to avoid paying attention to that sort of thing. But with the way he was talking I wanted him to know without a doubt I was talking about.

“I never seen those.” Prophet Bless replied.

Damn it,

“How about the giant centaur with a huge battle saddle?” I asked.

“Never seen a centaur before,” Prophet Bless told me.

Damn it,

My body started to tremble from horrid memories. I knew I should be stronger then this but something inside me had broke. “If you seen it run,” I warned Prophet Bless, "It’s walking death.” My voice creaks from emotion. “I thought I’d see creatures of walking death before but this is nothing in comparison”

“Are you going to be okay?” Prophet Bless said concerned

“It was horrifying and surreal,” I cried, “Like a dream, no nightmare.”

“Sure you wasn’t dreaming?” Prophet Bless asks me.

“You washed me and gave me healing potions?” I snapped, “You're calling what happened to me a dream!”

“No, no, no,” The police buck motion to calm me down. I backed away from his touch. Prophet Bless gives me a sad concerned look. I knew that look, you give it to ponies that been raped and abused. I have given that look. Luna, why did he have to look so much like Homage. I wanted to hide the scar on my neck.

“Miss, Littlepip, I didn’t wash you or gave you healing potions,” Prophet Bless told me, “I simply found you outside the door unmolested and passed out.”

“Maybe it was a dream,” I sighed, “I died after all, killed by cannibal foals.”

“Those are real,” Prophet Bless told me.

Great those are real, Now my utters itched.

Prophet Bless’s pipbuck went clicky clicked as he walks over toward the door. “Dang something is still out there.” He said under his breath.

“Are you checking for radiation?” I asked.

“No, Pipbucks can detect monsters through the geiger counter,” Prophet Bless explains, “E.F.S. has been messing up. So its the only way to know their coming.”

That does explain some things, Magical radiation, maybe something like of necro spell is causing this.

The policebuck sighs, “Don’t care if you claim to be some hero I just can’t let a little mare like you just wonder about unarmed.” He takes off his chest holster with firearm inside and hoofs it to me. “Take this, it would be nice to have a unicorn guarding my back.”

I put the holster around my chest. Seeing I was comfortable with my new weapon, Prophet Bless walks over to the door.

“Ready?” He asks me.

“Let me turn this on,” I turn the geiger function of my pipleg on. It clicked like mad. Both me and Prophet Bless looked at each other as something big and red crash through the window.

The griffon creature squawked. The sound was beautiful yet soul chilling. Well it was a griffon without the lion parts. What would that be called? Hippogriff? I was unsure if those had wings. Away the thing was all red like the bird of Velvet Remedy’s cutie mark. Back legs and tail was that of a bird. The thing that was creepy it’s eyes were empty sockets with maggots and worms. I would assume the thing was a ghoul but ghoul’s arn't known for having bugs eating them. The thing's tongue hung limply out the side of its mouth.

Both Prophet Bless and me open fire. Unleashing three bullet’s each. The Hippogriff goes down but its body still moved struggling to get up. I ran up and smooshed it’s skull in. Gray goo covering my hoof. The clicking stopped. This thing was smaller then I first thought like my size. Why do things here come in my size?

“How much ammo do you have?” I asked Prophet Bless as he reloads bullets in his magazine.

“Two six capacity clips and one box of twenty four ammo,” Prophet Bless told me.

“Since we aren’t getting more ammo and guns from the dead monsters, I suggest we pick up melee weapons,” I point out.

Prophet Bless spots a fire station with an axe across the room. As he walks over to it, I find a group of lockers in a side room. I use my magic to pick the lock. I found a rug sack. I’d prefer saddlebags. I’ll upgrade when I find some. Another box of hand gun ammo, a box of shot gun shells. Two healing potions an inhaler of Dash witch I smashed with my hoof. Dash was just as bad as Party Time Ment-als. A bottle of half used green apple cologne that smelt divine. A wooden baseball bat and some hard hats. I took two hard hats. It was still better armor then I had and Prophet Bless could use one too. I also found a recording entitled “Morning Announcements”. The recording I can listen to later. There was an underground newspaper too. As I read, I hear breaking glass.
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Is the Overmare and Stable-Tech killing us?

With the death of Blister Fist this marks the twelfth time someone has died monstrously in a Red Racer produced vehicle. Some of us good citizens of Slilent Ponyville suspect. That Red Racer Industries maybe using their own products and machines to eliminates undesirables. First it’s the rapist and murders next it’s you or I.
Next week’s article will be on the Milk Farm prison conspiracy. Where does our milk come from?
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I went back out in the break room. I spot two maps on the wall and scan them to my pipleg. One was a map of new half of Silent Ponyville. Who hangs a map of half a city? The other was a map of the building floor. This place appeared to be a factory from the floor plan. Explains the hard hats. The name of the building was "Rarity Inspirations Fabrics, Wool and Cotton Processing."

A news paper article is post at the bottom of the maps.
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Murderous Mare Still on the Loose After 10 years

This week marks the 10th anniversary of the mass shooting in front of Rarity Inspirations Factory and Luna’s Moon Park. The suspects described as a small mare and a giant centaur. They opened fire on a group of ponies near the west side of the part. Dr. Right Light who’s son and daughter, Rainbow Rock and Rolette Roll were violently beaten to death, Spoke today that the memorial.
The mare later broke into the Rarity Inspirations Factory and started a killing spree as her partner the centaur shot up the ponies outside with battle saddle fire.
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Thwack! I jump, Prophet Bless cuts the Hippogriff’s head off.

“Ready to go?” He asks me with a smile.

I looked at the broken window. “This room is too hard to secure, The map say the head manager’s office is high over the work floor and has no outside windows. Base camp there and work our way out.”

“You surely do seem to have experience at this Littlepip,” Prophet Bless said smirkingly. “What’s your training?”

I blush, “I have no formal training, In the outside world there isn’t that many ponies with pipbucks. A very key advantage.”

“Oh, you were like a monster,” Prophet Bless points out, “A cute little monster.”

I blush hotter,

Prophet Bless laughs. “I knew you would look cute when flustered.

“Go, please,” I said in an angry tone. Why did he have to remind me of Homage so? And now I'm horny, Which was why I made sure to stay behind the buck.

I put in my ear bloom and kick on the recording to keep myself from looking at the not Homage ass.

This is Rarity, I know with all that’s going on lately I’m thankful for those of you who came in today. As you know today I’m shutting down this factory. I know some of you won’t fallow the Overmare’s orders to leave this city and go down to the Stables. Some of you don’t trust her. If you can’t trust her trust me. I have set up a small living facility at the rock farm.

I know of magic that wards the evil attacking us. Yes, this is not a delusion brought on by gases. I know the truth, fallow me and be safe from the monsters and lies.

“Ahh!”

Prophet Bless suddenly stops. My face plants into his rear. I could feel something squish under my muzzle. Rather not think about what that squishy thing was. I fall back on my hunches reflexively turn on my S.A.T.S. and pulling out the hand gun.

“Bug!” Prophet Bless shouts.

“Bug?” I question with a confused look.

A radrouch the size of my hoof crawls around the policebuck. It walked up and sniffed me with it’s long antae. The thing's touch tickled.

“Its just a radrouch,” I deadpanned.

Squish!

My hoof went down, It makes a child’s cry.

Prophet Bless shutters, “It’s like a deformed child.”

I agreed that’s not a normal radrouch.

We turn the corner. Prophet Bless stops me and points at a set of bloody hoof prints.

“Shit, that’s the direction of the Manager’s Room.

“We should detour,” Prophet Bless suggests.

We turned to an office room. We kept away from the window.

“Hey, Prophet I want to mess with my um, pipleg. I swear I could hear the radio kick on once,” I tell the police buck.

“No don’t!” Prophet Bless starts to yell.

A sound goes into my earbloom, I scream out, For a moment I thought it was a Broadcaster. But I wasn’t screaming because it was attacking my brain but because it was attacking my loins. I spasmed in hard paralyzing orgasm. Not many, just one, long and painful. It stopped only when I some how took in a breath but returned to squeeze the air out of me in a painful groan. I could hear the pitter patter of my urine hitting the carpet. If this kept up I’m going to pass out.

Prophet Bless turns off the radio on my pipleg. My feet slip from under me. I fall into Homage’s chest. No, not Homage, it was Prophet. Did it matter? I was in pain, Tears rolled from my eyes. I felt violated. I weakly stood up, My nose was bleeding my head was wheezy. One of my eyes hurt and I had to close it.

“You should take a healing potion,” Prophet Bless suggests walking around my flank looking at my rear. “You popped a few blood vessels.”

I weakly tried to cover myself with my tail but I was too sensitive. I winced in pain as I tried. All I could do was blush. Blood and other body fluids were running down my legs. I’ll need to clean up. The smell of the air made me embarrassed and sick. My head got woozy again and I blacked out for a moment. Then I was in Homage’s arms again. I still needed a few moments.

“What was that? Some kind of Broadcaster?” I asked as I downed a health potion.

“Broadcaster?” Prophet Bless questioned.

“A radio mutated by this pink mist, normally it skull fucks you not fucks fuck you,” I explained.

“I think it’s the same thing,” Prophet Bless said unsurely, “Pinkie Pie called it her fun time music. Started using them after her face melted off. She has them playing in all her Spritbots.”

Great, roaming orgasm machines, Wait?

“Pinkie Pie?” I asked shocked, “You mean thee Pinkie Pie of the Ministry Mare’s.”

“Ministry?” Prophet Bless didn’t seem to know what I was talking about.

“Pink pony with ballo-“

“Yes, that’s Pinkie Pie,” Prophet Bless interrupted.

“But she’s dead,” Then a thought a occurred to me. “Heck, I just heard Rarity’s voice and she seemed to still be around.”

“Pinkie Pie has been around forever. I think they are immortal for some reason. Pinkie Pie was normal once. She was driven mad by the constant tragedy in her life. Once the city started changing. She changed for the worst, “Prophet Bless explained, “Some say Silent Ponyville declared her a bad pony, but Silent Ponyville seems to have declared us all bad ponies. Nature of the place has changed.”

“Thanks,” I blushed again, I have been doing that a lot lately, “I’m feeling better,” I motioned my head for the restroom. "I have to clean up.”

Prophet Bless nods his head in understanding.

I found magic bandages in the med kit on the wall. After I cleaned my legs and tail the best I could. I sprayed myself with the apple cologne.

I hacked into the vending machine outside the restroom to replenish my liquids.

“Prophet Bless?” I asked curiously as I drank. “I thought I heard the radio playing? So, that does mean there are stations that doesn’t do that- um thing?”

“Most channels are corrupted,” Prophet Bless answers, “There is DJ Pon3.”

“Of course there’s always a DJ Pon3.” I remarked.

Prophet Bless gives me a funny look.

“Frequency?” I ask.

“Oh, 1.20,” Prophet Bless answers.

The depressing song with cheerful lyrics ended.

“Hello ponies of Silent Ponyville,” Pon3’s voice calls out, “Oh who em I kidding one pony is listing to me now, Lets update the little cutie with some news. First off Pinkie Pie is watching you. But that’s nothing new. Mane Mason was spotted near the Alchemilla Hospital. You should stay out of that business Littlepip if you know what’s good for yeah. Up ahead Loyalty is gunning for you and is near. If you are going to take down Generosity do it quickly. Goddess bless Littlepip, for you damned us all. PS, three.”

My soul ached, I was pretty sure this wasn’t my Homage. It was hard not to hear it as her voice. She blamed me for something bad I did and it hurt. Also she seemed to be leading me on some kind of mission. To keep my mind off these dark thoughts I decided to hook up my Pipleg to one of the computer terminals.

“What are you doing,” Prophet Bless asks me.

“I’m trying to find information,” I told him.

“I don’t think looking up Miss Daisy’s browsing history will help you any,” Prophet Bless remarks.

“I’m in,” I cheered. Suddenly I scream. The terminal turns indigo. The pipbuck parts of my pipleg burned in pain. Streaks of purple slowly goes up my forleg itching as it moved then going numb. “No, Luna, Celestia no! Not my leg!” My head blurs. I yank myself free. The feeling goes back into my leg. It hurt, like my clit being stung by insects a thousand times over. Another healing potion down.

“That wasn’t normal,” Prophet Bless remarks.

“What the fuck was that!” I shouted angryly, “That was designed to attack somepony with a pipbuck fused with their biology. You know how rare that is?”

Prophet Bless shrugs. “Maybe you should stop sticking your mussel into things?” He suggests.

“These ponies need their story told,” I told the buck as I looked at the screen of my pipleg. “If it’s just me it worth it and at least I got the info I was looking for.”
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As ordered by the Overmare the city shutdown has started. The moving of all projects to the two Stables . Apple Bloom will be in charge of running Stable Alpha. As the Overmare will take power of Stable Omega. Well I’m sad I’ll be losing my job things have been depressing lately. 80% of the factory’s worker’s have disappeared. Well the full number of gone around Silent Ponyville remains unknown since the official numbers are unreleased by the Overmare. Ponies are insisting that the ponies who disappeared are sinners. But my husband was not a bad pony. Anyway I was getting the last shipment for Rarity ready. Yes, she seem to have recovered from that accident with her eye and back working. Good for the old gal.

Listening Navi
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Ransacking did get me another healing potion and a box of ammo with half the bullets. A strange flat paper “F” was sitting on a desk. Note next to it.“”F” is for foot”

“Are you done?” Prophet Bless asks ready to go for a while.

“Yeah,” I sighed.

We stepped out of the room. A thunk came from a different hallway of the one with the bloody hoof prints. Me and Prophet Bless nod at each other and walked over toward the noise.

The lights were out down the hallway and it was getting dark. Prophet Bless turns on his light in his vest pocket. It hits a shiny manikin mare. I thought it was a little cute and found myself looking at its butt. Prophet Bless gave me a look as he caught me checking the thing out. I blushed and looked away from him.

We noticed that the thing made our pipbucks click. Suddenly the manikin twitches. We both step back. The manikin mare rears up on its hindlegs. It’s forelegs snap around and it walks backwards stumblely. The thing lunges at Prophet Bless hitting him with its hooves. I shoot the thing in the head using S.A.T.S. The bullet holes in the head didn’t affect the thing. I fire three more times, two in the shoulder, one in the neck. Each shot leaking blood. Prophet Bless hits the manikin in the hip with his axe. It falls to one knee. A gun shot on the chest knocks the thing to the ground. I rushed over and smash the thing’s skull like a melon with my hoof. The clicking stops.

“Are you okay?” I ask Prophet Bless as he wipes the blood from his eye brow.

“Yes,” He replied.

“These monsters seem to need to have most of their brains blown away to stop them,” I point out.

The door in front of us clicked. It opens as we turned to look. Many manikins stubbles out. Both me and Bless take out a few manikin legs slowing down the rest of the group. We run down the hall.

A light appears on my E.F.S. I turn to see Calamity? I’m sure it was him. But he was wearing Autumn Leaf’s armor? But that was vaporized by the might of a space weapon. Then I noticed the battle saddle.

I pulled down Prophet Bless as the battle saddle charged and fired. Bullets rush over head. They stopped and I looked up again.

The battle saddle recharged, I noticed blood running down from under the mask of the pony. The wound I made when I murdered Autumn Leaf. Before I could ponder this more we had to take cover from the next wave of fire by running down the hallway.

The manikins walked into the line of fire splattering in dark blood. They were drawn by the noise walking slowly toward the bleeding Calamity.

We reached the Manager’s Room at the end of the hall. The door was locked but not for long. The room was covered in bloody cotton. A figure lay slumped in a office chair. It looked like a white marshmallow pony. I turned the chair around to see a disemboweled giant life sized plush Rarity. Blood guts and cotton hung out of the hold in it’s stomach. I felt a little sick, the feeling wasn’t as bad as it once would have been. I noted that one of the hooves was made from glass. It made me think of Rarity’s skeleton I seen back in Canterlot. It was fused with the glass of the window.

There was a purple earring on the floor. I picked it up with my horn magic. As I put it in my rug sack. Rarity gasps inhaling a breath. Both Prophet Bless and I aim our guns at the thing.

“Help me,” Rarity moaned weakly moving her head.

My Goddesses she had one robotic eye. The same eye as Redeye I thought to myself. Generosity and corrupted Generosity fused into one. I instantly went to the Calamity in Autumn Leaf’s armor. Corrupted Loyalty? Why him and not Rainbow Dash. Why Rarity and not-

We hear a click from behind the door. I look at the window that looked out over the factory floor. I grab Rarity in my telekinetic magic and dashed for that window. I hit it with a thunk bouncing off. Bullets cut through the door. Prophet Bless had went for cover in the corner of the room. But the bullets sliced into mine and Rarity’s bodies. The glass behind us shatter. As corrupted Loyalty walks into the room. I weakly fall out of the windowsill taking Rarity with me. This was a good plan once. Before the window didn’t break, before I was too injured to cover myself with my own magic.

I hit the concrete floor with a bloody splat. I could see Prophet Bless flying away. Loyalty looks down at me and aims.

“Come and help mommy!” Rarity shouts.

Manikins surround us. They pick us up as bullets fly down on them. I could see bodies splatter as they were cut down. More bullets hit me. They didn't hurt anymore, I finally pass out.
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FOOT NOTE:

ERROR: “Level Up,” function does not work in Silent Ponyville due to the nature of the place.

Alternate Ending triggered if Littlepip killed Rarity.

Littlepip tries to drag her bloody and broken body across the factory floor a red glow was in her eyes. Soon her breathing stops. The red glow floats out from her eyes.

Prophet Bless avoids the mist as it dissipates into the air. He lands next to Littlepip checking her pulse.

“Calamity! She’s Dead!” He shouts to the masked pegasus who looked down from the Manager’s Room.

Calamity flies down next to Prophet Bless and removes his helmet. “Rarity didn’t make it,” He told him.

Calamity lovingly embraces Littlepip’s body.

“You knew her right?” Prophet Bless asks. “

“Yes,” Calamity answers.

“Poor girl, brainwashed victim of Zebra infiltration,” Prophet Bless said sadly.

Tears fell from Calamity. “Those bastards been hitting random ponies and using Zebra magic on them to make them do terrorist attacks, A small mare like her, they must have seen an easy victim.”

“Sorry, you had to put her down,” Prophet Bless consoles Calamity.

Calamity hug the dead body tighter.

Author's Notes:

Disclaimer Original Fallout Equestria and character of Littlepip written by Kkat, Inspired by the Silent Hill series owned by Konami, and inspireed by Silent Ponyville fanfic series by JakeHeritagu. My Little Pony is owned by Hasbro.