“This! Is! The worst! Possible thing!”
_

The train crashed, It hit the wall of some kind of tunnel. Mason and I had to run away as the shaft the train hit collapses on the machine.

Looking around at our surroundings we discover we were in the traces of an old mine. To my shock a map to the mine was already in my pipleg. It was called the Piefeild Mines. A joke about poo popped in my head and I giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Mason asked.

“Nothing just me being silly,” I waves the buck off.

Our ears hears sound of something tapping on the ground. We sniffed the air for a scent of monsters. The air had a dust dry musty smell to it. There were more faint smells of something living. We decided to keep our ears up and noses to the air.

The smells were getting stronger as we reached the crossing shafts. They were stronger on the ceiling then the floor. At least three distinct individuals. Not equine, but not quite not. Kind of amphibians smelling, Chimeras? They are pony sized by the scent trace area.

I walked toward the direction the smells went.

“Littlepip what are you doing? Mason asks in a low tone as I turn directions.

“I want to recon these things,” I answered quietly.

“What about my daughter?” Mason snaps.

“You have the same map I do the exit isn’t far away,” I told him.

“You do realize if it smells like a monster it is generally is,” Mason remarks as he fallows me.

We came upon the opening of a large cavern. What looked to be smooth hairless crooked things slinked along the ceiling. The radio static of my pipleg kicks on.

A creature drops down in front of me. Its hooves had some kind of suckers on them. All but the pipbuck leg. That leg had some kind of large growth that extended upwards. When I fired a bullet at the thing, it used its growth to shield its self making the bullet shatter off the hard plate.

The shield creature rushes forward punting me with its shield leg. I lost balance and fell over. The thing lifts it’s heavy leg to come down on me when Mason deflects it with a pick ax. He hooks it, Well the creature was exposed I summon my Keyblade and stabs the thing in the neck.

Two more shield creatures start climbing into the tunnel. They were crawling on the walls and ceiling.

Mason helps me up and we both run. My cracked hind hoof splits wider as soon as it clopped on the metal of the minecart rails. A sudden stinging pain jolts up my leg as I trip and fall. My side and head smack into the iron rails.

“Littlepip!” Mason stops to help me up.

“Run! Save your daughter!” I shouted as I got to me knees. Blood runs down the side of my head.

“But,” Mason gives me a concerned look.

I pull out the gold gun. “This may or may not kill them.”

Mason nods and runs. I go into SATS and fire. The bullet slice through both creatures killing them. Once I got up to my feet I mashed their brains to make sure.

Mason gave me a tear full hug when I emerged from the mine. He touched my bruised side and I winced.

“That’s pretty bad,” The buck remarks looking at the gash on my head.

“Enough about my head what about my hoof,” I teased.

“Its split good,” Mason wiggled to the two halves of my hoof.

“Eww, eww, eww, Don’t do that,” I squealed turning away at the sight.

“Even if we had a healing potion it wouldn’t help you any,” Mason notes, “Hooves are made from harden dead cells.”

“I have some left over healing bandages in my bags. I heard they are a remedy for a broken nail.” I point out.

Mason nods pulls the roll of healing bandages out of my saddle bag.

“This is the last of them,” Mason told me.

“It was going to happen sooner or later,” I shrugged, “I need my foot.”

“Do you sense any other ponies around?” I asked as Mason bound my hoof.

“I thought I smelled something,” Mason answered, “But with your blood in the air.”

“Sorry,” I drooped.

“It’s alright the buck smiled.

Out before us was a large stretched of desert. Not much to eat other than some patches of dry desert grass. There was a tumble weed that both Mason and I shared. I also shared with him the last bit of food I had.

As I drank I saw Dr. Pip smiling out of the corner of my eye. I suppose the Mint-als were wearing off.

When I was putting the bottle away I got a sudden itch in my horn. I start rubbing it with my wrist.

“Littlpip, what's wrong,” Mason asks.

“I'm feeling like I’m being pinged.” I answered.

“Let me guess a unicorn thing?” Mason remarks.

Magic auras being cast sometimes gives off a ping,” I told him, “Specially of its unfocused. Like younglings would give off pings if they are just learning to use their magic. But they are short bursts, they don't make you itch unless somepony is intentionally letting loose unfocused magic.”

Mason gives a thinking face. “This ping is it like radar?”

I made my own thinking face. “Searching magic gives off all kinds of pinging, especially if you’re near or between the object and caster.”

I twirl around in a circle.

“What are you doing?” Mason asks trying to remain serious at the sight.

“It doesn’t seem to be directional?” I noted.

“Maybe it’s something on you?” Mason suggested.

I start flipping open pockets on my saddle bag. A jewel earring flops out onto the dry soil. The earring starts jumping as it slowly slides across the ground.

“Eek it moved!” I jumped back.

“I guess it really wants to go home,” Mason remarks, “I suppose we could fallow it?”

Our progress in the desert was slow. As we walked, I noticed rocks and patches of sand seemed to be marshmallow colored. The slight scent of sugar was in the air.

Suddenly a Hippogriff dives out of nowhere and snatches the earring. I fired at it as it flies away.

“Well that was unexpected,” Mason remarks.

“What now?” I shrugged.

“We walk straight,” Mason points out moving forward.

“Wait,” I sniffed the air as a down draft hits us.. “The wind changed."

Mason sniffs the air too. Suddenly a bullet hits the ground at our feet.

We looked up at a cloud. Two pegasus with battle saddles aimed at us, fly down to the ground. One was vanilla colored the other dark cream. Their battle saddles seemed odd, ramshackle like something I’d find in the wasteland back home. I also noted their pipbucks. Both the same model which gave off a sandy glow.

Playing the odds, I put my gun away.

“I have a feeling you are going to take us where we want to go,” Mason smirks.

“You been watching us since the mine,” I points out.

“We were on patrol when we heard the crash,” The darker pegasus a buck answered.

“Littlepip and Mane Mason,” I introduced.

“Rock Soda and Bucklin,” The pegasus bucks introduced themselves. Rock Soda had a half full soda bottle cutie mark with a pebble in the bottom. Bucklin a dear antler cutie mark.

“Okay, lead the way.” I replied.

The bucks confiscated our weapons before leading us away.

It was a mile walk to the wall. A flimsy thing welled together from sheets of aluminum. Rune symbols were painted on the sides.

I took note one of the guards on the tower was a Griffon. The first true Griffon I seen since arriving in Silent Ponyville.

Mason nudges me, “A lot like home?”

Inside was a shanty town. The ponies around me looked healthier then the ones from the Equestrian wasteland. I could see groups families, couples, friends. It all felt off to me more lively then it should. I guess that’s what’s happens when you don't have two hundred years of deathlands weighting your soul down.

“No! No!” An orange pegasus buck was being drug out into the street by a couple of cows in gas masks.

“I don’t what to go to the farm! Please I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” The buck screams.

Fallowing him was a pig dressed like the cows taking two mares in cuffs with him.

“What are they doing?” The sudden sight shocked me.

“Criminals being sent to work at the Milk Farm,” Rock Soda the lighter pegasus told me.

“You mean those animals their slavers?” I asked.

“I suppose you could call them that,” Rock Soda replied.

“You work with slavers,” I gritted under my teeth.

“Your sympathies are with murderers and rapists?” Bucklin snaps.

“Well no, But I seen…” I wasn’t sure how to reply.

“I find it unethical too,” Mason whispers, “But it's ran by the state or what’s left of it at least.”

“Tell that to the slaves of Fillydelphia,” I remarked.

“Littlepip is that you?” A female voice spoke up.

“Amber?” I said to the golden yellow earth pony who spoke.

“You know this pony?” Bucklin asks.

“Yeah, she saved Rarity back at Alchemilla,” Amber told the bucks. “You two get Rarity, I’ll take our guests over to Cheerilee’s."

“I’m with her,” Mason points at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked the mare as she lead us down the street.

“I had to go somewhere after Alchemilla burned down,” Amber told me as we walked.

“You talked to Dragon Scribe over the radio a few days ago, it sounded you were at Alchemilla,”

“I don’t know who Dragon Scribe is,” Amber answers, “There was nothing left of Alchemilla from the fire.” The pony pauses, “That’s not to say it doesn’t exist. Things been funny.”

“I know what you mean,” I sighed.

The school or orphanage was made from an actual building. One of the larger buildings I seen in the town. Most likely originally a lodging of some kind. I assumed that Cheerilee was mare of worth which was how she got such a building.

Cheerilee was a maroon colored earth mare with a pink mane and smiling flowers cutie mark. She greeted us with a cheerful smile.

“These are guess for Rarity,” Amber introduces, “Littlepip and Mane Mason.”

Cheerilee’s smile faded at the name of Rarity. I took note of this.

“Oh yes, well for the time being your welcome to stay at my lodging. If you wish to stay in Rarity's Haven for the long term, I’d ask you to start finding a place to live,” Cheerilee told us.

“Passing through for now,” I answered.

Cheerilee spots by bandaged rear foot. “After you are done with Rarity I highly suggest you get your hoof reinforced with a shoe.”

“ Happi hina?” Mason notes looking at Cheerilee’s flank, “Anata nai kataru Nipponi bai ani kosan?”

Cheerilee’s face lights up, “Hai watashi kan, Inai hakken zutto kikai shiyo saikin. Shinai are kara za Nipponi chuku de Silent Ponyville heiten. Hoho yaru anata wakura hoho e kataru?”

“Watashi no saigo tsuma shikomu watashi ni,” Mason answered, “Kanojo datta kyoiku watashi ni hodo Napponi bunka toki warera atta soshite kasei watashi ni arawasu hon. Sono desu hoho warera atta. Kanojo mata oshie watashi no Musume.”

“Sono ii,” Cheerilee replied.

“How are you ponies doing that?” I asked.

“Nipponi was once an isolationist nation,” Mason explains, “Their language has a babble curse on it so that only they and people who know what the words mean can speak it.”

“Oh,” I replied, The idea that ponies would alienate themselves in that way was a little mind blowing. “What’s Nipponi like?” I asked.

“Well, They are a lot like Zebra in that they use potions and talismans, “Mason answers, “Only with Earth, Unicorns and Pegasus ponies. Also the magic is different.”

“A lot of Equestrians mistrusted Nipponis thinking they were spies,” Cheerilee adds, “I was never suspected of anything because I never really taught that stuff not until Witchcart entered my life.”

“I see,” I replied.

“We met Witchcart,” Mason points out.

“How is she?” Cheerilee asks.

“She fell in the void between realms,” Mason answers.

“Sorry to hear that,” Cheerilee laments.

Inside the lodging was full of children. No surprise there. All the children gathered around Cheerilee well cheering. Something about the sight made me warm and fuzzy in side.

Cheerilee insisted I changed. The air was cold and chilly so she gave me a sweater with her flower symbol on it.

Our rooms were small, Smaller then Prophet Bless’s apartment. Reminding me of the pony just made me feel sad. I suspected ponies around here only used their rooms for sleeping anyway.

After a couple of hours and a cooked meal. Cooked food, wonderful when you get it. Rock Soda got us and lead us to what he called the head master’s building.

It was a small factory building with steam coming out of the stacks. An eerie feeling of Redeye’s factories in Fillydelphia popped in my head.

Rock Soda took us inside. It was a running factory. Ponies were seen making bullets and parts for guns. From the looks of it they maybe produce a small handful of fire arms a day.

Rarity was sitting behind a desk. Still with her robot eye and glass hoof. With a “clat clat clat”, she walks out from behind the desk. The lower half of her body was that of a robotic spider.

I gasped,

“Some of my best work,” Dr. Pip whispers into my ear.

“What are you doing here!” Rarity shouts with an angry look.

“You’re talking to me?” Mason points at himself.

“No her!” Rarity points at me.

“You knew they were coming miss,” Rock Soda points out slowly backing away.

“I don’t think she's pointing at me,” I remarked.

“Ah, yes, you can see me,” Dr. Pip smiles, “You don’t like my improvements?”

“You’re a monster,” Rarity snaps, “Now how are you here?”

“Oh, Littlepip gone crazy,” Dr. Pip mocked, "I’m in her head."

“Is this true Littlepip you are projecting her here?” Rarity asks.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged.

“Wait? the voices in Littlepip’s head you can see them?” Mason asks.

“Yes,” Rarity answers.

“Interesting and all but I’m looking for my little girl,” Mason replied.

“Yes and?” Rarity answers.

“Pinkie Pie has her,” I charmed in, “She wants me, but this is a game to her. She’s keeping his daughter in her special place.”

“Very well,” Rarity sighs, “You did save my life. Pinkie Pie or the thing that was Pinkie Pie. Should be located at the old Piefield Rock Farm. It’s somewhat far from here in the middle of the desert. She corrupted and distorted the land.”

“Thank you as soon as we stock up on supplies we will head out,” I told Rarity. I stopped for a moment, “I don’t have any money for here.” I give Mason a helpless look.

“Yeah, I only have enough to by a couple of meals from a restaurant.” Mason answers.

“Nonsense dear,” Rarity pulls out a stack of small papers. “Credit vouchers, around here my credit is good. Just write out what you paid for on these. Hand it to the seller and I’ll pay for it later.”

“Um thanks?” I happily took the paper.

“Let me have some of those,” Mason took a couple sheets of paper, “I’ll pick up some supplies we need. You get yourself to the black smith and get shoed.”

>

The black smith pony looked at my hindleg.

“I’m going to have to pour glue on it and put a metal brace over the top. The glue will take a while to dry," The blue gray unicorn buck of large size told me.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I replied, "Can I get the other feet shoed? I been cracking a lot of skulls lately and it's been doing a number on my feet."

"Yes miss," The buck replied.

There was a cow and chicken dressed in hazmat suits at the smith’s shop. I couldn’t talk to the chicken if I wanted to. But the cow had nothing to say to me. After a few minutes they bought some things and left.

“Bluesteel, I got your radio fixed!” A gray earth buck with an odd red mane that covered his eyes walked into the room. He gives me a shocked look for a moment then composed himself.

“Prototype,” Bluesteel greets. The buck then turns to me, “Prototype Blues is our most talented toaster repair pony.

“Toaster repair pony? Really?” I raised an eyebrow well taking a look at his cutie mark. It was blue music notes with some kind of metallic sheen to it.

“It’s a nickname,” Prototype Blues told me, “The first thing I did was fix a toaster for Cheerilee.”

“Really how good are you at picking locks,” I smirked.

“Fairly,” Prototype Blues gives me a look, “Why do you ask?”

“I’ve been called a toaster repair pony,” I answered.

“Diss is Middlepip,” Bluesteel introduces me with a bottle of glue on his mouth as he squeezed it in my broken hoof.

“Middlepip?” Prototype Blues reacts.

“Littlepip,” I corrected and also how is Middlepip any weirder than any other pony name?”

“I suppose your right,” Prototype Blues laughs, “Your new around here I suppose?”

“Yeah,” Sticking around long enough to resupply,” I told the buck, “And get horse shoed.

“You don’t look like the type of pony that need shoes put in,” Prototype Blues notes.

“Got my hoof cracked by a Zebra in a melee battle,” I explained.

“Ouch,” Prototype Blues winced, “Are you staying the night?”

“I’d highly suggest you take the night for the glue to fully set and for you to get use to the new shoes,” Bluesteel told me.

“You not asking me out on a date?” I asked Prototype Blues.

“No, just making conversation,” Prototype Blues told me, “Well I got to go.”

>

My body had an itch that kept me awake. The Mint-al withdraw was getting to me. There was a knock at my door. I opened it to see Amber.

“What do you want?” I asked as I was feeling tweaked.

“Are you okay?” Amber replied meekly.

“No you are not,” Dr. Pip remarks.

A give Dr. Pip a glance with my eye. I had a feeling Amber caught me doing so.

“A little while after you brought up the name Dragon Scribe I realized I heard that name before,” Amber answered me.

“Really?” I reacted.

“I got to show you something,” Amber told me as she got me to walk out to the common room.

The golden yellow earth pony plops a saddle bag on the table.

“Back at Alchemilla I was in charge of the front desk and filing,” Amber explained.

“Red, red, everywhere red. I can’t stand looking at all the blood. I heard somewhere that horses originally not suppose to see red. We ponies are different mother said. I wish I couldn’t see red. I do not wish to see red anymore. I wonder if it will hurt?” I found myself resighting.

Amber gave me a shocked look. “Where did you hear that!”

I was taken aback by her reaction. “Something I read, I don’t know why I said it just now?”

“Oh,” Amber nervously takes a Mint-al tin out of her bag. I gave her a glare as the mare takes a pill.

“That's not good girly,” Dr. Pip remarks to me.

After a breath to calm herself down and the Mint-als to take a hold Amber spoke. “You know Mint-als can be used as an antipsychotic. You would think it wouldn’t work well because how it stimulates the mind. Zebras are amazing, Antipsychotics before Mint-als would dull the mind to the point where the ponies who took them couldn’t function So they stop taking them. To invent something that keeps the voices out and stimulates the mind on top of that is addictive too so you keep taking them. It is a god send for ponies like us.”

“Like us?” I questioned.

“I know you hear voices,” Amber answered. She tries to give me the tin of Mint-als “I was told so and I seen it myself.”

“Littlepip don’t listen,” Dr. Pip warns, “What she says is true, But you have your principles to think about don’t you?”

“No, I was- I am addicted to Party Time Mint-als,” I told the mare.

“This was before your break down?” Amber asked, “These are normal Mint-als not Party Time. It’s up to you but for the moment this might be the best way to manage what’s going on with you.”

I look at the Mint-al pill.

“It’s a hard choice isn’t it,” Dr. Pip teased, “You really want it, don’t you?”

“Get the fuck out of my head,” I swallowed the pill.

“Next time stick it in the other in it last longer remember,” Dr Pip points out as the Mint-al takes effect.

I started to sniffle a little.

“Littlepip it will be okay,” Amber pats me on the back.

“What about Dragon Scribe?” I asked Amber.

“Yes, Part of my job is if something happened like a fire I would take these special files,” Amber pulled out some brown folders. “Some of these are written by Dragon Scribe. This stuff doesn’t make any sense and-”

I flip a folder open,
_
Patient No. 1

Patient No. 1 has shown several breaks with reality with bipolar tendencies. This comes from her experience when she was very young. Patient was treated with dream therapy and received a break through then released.
Sometime after release Patient No. 1 fell into drug use. With some more therapy she got better and later married.
Patient had a relapse after a series of miscarriages. This was due to sign effects of her drug use.

Dragon Scribe
_

I sigh, “Okay I need to take a break, mind if I step out.”

Amber nods her head.

I went outside for air. My hooves felt funny as I walked. I could feel the pressure of the metal against the bottom of my feet. I also felt a little num down there.

Outside, The sky was covered in clouds. The more things change the more they stay the same.

“What are you doing?” A voice commanded.

It was Bucklin,

“Rarity sent you to watch,” I remarked.

The buck blushed,

It was quiet out here at night. Except there was an eerie creaking groan. Many, groans actually, on the wind.

I ran over to the wall. I saw the stair scaffolding that the patrol ponies used to climb up to the wall’s railing. When I got over to the top of the wall I looked out into the desert.

A herd of manikin ponies stood between two canyons near the wall.

“What the hell?” I said in shock, “Wait? Are they trapped in here?”

“Rarity controls them,” Bucklin told me.

“That doesn’t concern you?” I asked.

“She protects us,” Bucklin shrugs.

“How?” I shook my head, “I know for a fact there are monsters this far out.”

“Runes, Not sure how she knows them,” Bucklin answered.

“Those symbols outside on the wall,” I realized, “I’ve been seeing stuff like that here and there but not to this extent.”

Blam!

Bucklin’s warm blood splatters on my face. He drops dead to the floor. I take Bucklin’s gun with my magic and aim at the empty air.

A piece of metal falls. I give off a couple of shots.

“Freeze!” I heard Rock Soda shout.

I drop the gun,

“Littlepip?” Rock Soda looks down, “Bucklin!” He glares at me, “You bitch!”

“I didn’t do it!” I shouted, “There was an invisible pony.”

Rock Soda slugs me in the face and everything went black.

>

I was awoke by the sun shining through the bars. My body was on a bed of hay. In the corner a pegasus. The stallion I saw screaming in the middle of the street when I first entered Rarity’s Haven.

“What happened to me,” I rubbed my throbbing head. I felt a patch of dry snot crack on my coat.

“You did something to really piss them off,” I pegasus replied without turning around.

From looking around and my roommate. It appeared I was in some kind of holding cell.

“Well you’re up shit creek,” Dr. Pip remarks.

“Not now,” I snap at the mare.

“What? The pegasus reacted.

“Em I going to the farm?” I asked my cellmate.

“You mean the Milk Farm,” Pegasus answered, “If you are here with me most likely yes, Unless something comes up.”

My pipleg was covered in bandages. I franticly rip them off. My pipbuck screen was still there to my relief. They butchered my foreleg to get at the disable button. I could reset it but it will hurt like a flaming Celestia fuck on a cool Luna’s night.

The door opens up, Mason cautiously walks into the room with Rock Soda guarding the door. The cream colored buck at the door gives me a deadly glare.

“Mason, what’s going on out there?” I asked.

“They say you murdered one of those bucks that found us out in the desert,” Mason told me.

“Yeah Bucklin, I was there,” I replied.

“Don’t tell me it’s true?” Mason exclaimed.

“No, Somepony with a stealth cloak assassinated him in front of me,” I told Mason.

“Stealth cloak?” Mason paused for a moment, “Oh, a stealth cloak.”

“What’s a stealth cloak?” Rock Soda snaps.

“It makes you invisible to both sight and EFS,” Mason explains.

“Bullshit,” Rock Soda reacts, “I never heard of such a thing.”

“There were rumors,” Mason points out, “When the war was happening that is. I don’t think there was much of need for something like that now since all of civilization is or was one community.”

“Well this is a clue in its self,” I smiled, “Someone here in this world has the knowledge to make this cloak. Or found it in an attic somewhere. But still,”

Rock Soda sighs, “Okay, I ‘am your accuser. I’ll give this “Invisible Cloak” thing a shot. The Milk Farm agents who take prisoners back will arrive today and leave tomorrow morning. I will do my best to help you until then.”

“Thank you!” I cheered to the buck.

“Don’t thank me,” Rock Soda snaps.

My ears fell back and I slumped down.

“Mason,” I spoke up, “Could you buy a kit so I could work on my pipbuck when I get out.”

“Littlepip,” Mason looks at me with sad eyes, “You’re more than likely not going to get out of here.”

I gave the buck a look like you don’t see it. Then I realized he never seen my lock picking abilities and most likely forgot I had them if that BS of him making me up was true. Not that I believed that bunk. So, this would require and change of plans.

“Okay, trust me just do as I say,” I demanded to Mason.

“If you’re planning an escape good luck,” Rock Soda spat.

“Oh,” Mason’s eyes light up. “I’ll leave after sunrise anyway.”

“That’s fine by me,” I nodded my head.

The two bucks left the cell.

“You’re not going to make it out you know,” The pegasus mumbles to me from his corner.

“This Milk Farm has you freaked out,” I noted and if this prison camp was anything half as bad as the slave camps back home. “What are you in for.”

“Raped a pony,” The pegasus whimpered.

Oh, goddess and they stuck me in here alone with him!

“I suppose it’s only right I go to the farm after that,” The pegasus mopes.

Something didn’t seem right.

“You said you raped a pony?” I asked.

“To be honest I’m not sure,” The pegasus told me, “We were both pretty wasted. She was like my best friend and she did this to me.”

“This sounds familiar,” Dr. Pip spoke in my ear.

“Do you know what the Milk Farm is like?” The pegasus cries.

“It sounds like a labor camp,” I replied.

“More than that,” The pegasus shook his head, “The live stock took over from the ponies, The ponies are now their live stock.”

“Okay,” I try to wrap my head around the difference between slave and live stock.

“Littlepip it’s called the Milk Farm,” Dr. Pip points out if the cows aren’t milking themselves what are they milking?”

“They milk mares!” I shouted.

The pegasus gives a shocked look. “You…didn’t know this?”

“I’m new to this world,” I explained

The pegasus shook his head from confusion, “Well, that’s what I heard and believe. From the rumors they also make ponies work in the fields all day ripping up crops.”

“Rumors?” I replied.

“Yes,” The pegasus answers, “The pregnant mares get the work load lessened or taken away. Milk is kind of one of their top commodities after all.”

“With your dysfunction you’re not going to have the easy life,” Dr. Pip teased.

I didn’t want to be reminded of that.

“Could you do a favorite,” The pegasus buck whines.

My ears perked curiously.

“Geld me please!” The pegasus cries.

“What!” I jump back in shock, “W-why?”

“You know what they do to bucks there?” The pegasus asks.

“Work them like a horse,” I remarked jokingly.

“They use us to impregnate mares so they foal and produce milk,” The pegasus explains.

“They force mares and bucks to have sex with each other,” I gasped.

“Oh, things are boding well for you more and more,” Dr. Pip laughs.

“It’s more complicated than that,” The pegasus tells me.

“Dick goes in the hole and squirts,” I deadpanned, “What so complicated about that?”

“They use machines,” The buck explains.

“I could have told you that,” Dr. Pip remarks.

“What now?” I reacted.

“They relief stallions of their seed by using a machine that shoots them with electric shocks,” The pegasus told me.

“That sounds cruel,” I was starting to feel sorry for the buck. “This is why you what me to geld you?”

The pegasus buck nods his head, “They take the seed and put it in a gun. The gun has a long needle at the end. They stick the needle directly into the mare’s womb and squirt out the contents.”

“In case you need a refresher course in life science,” Dr. Pip remarks, “It doesn’t work like in those dirty comics you've looked at. The penis doesn’t forces it’s self into the uterus and squirts inside of it. The seamen is deposited in the track. It’s the female orgasm that forces the seamen into the uterus not the male’s. This means they are making the ladies pregnant without the fun part.”

“Besides you can’t make a mare have a baby if they don’t want to,” I explained, “We have kind of a biological kill switch.

“It’s all hormones Littlepip,” Dr. Pip points out, “A little injection and that ability is countered. Heck maybe they could fix you with a shot.”

“Will you do as I asked and save me from this horror,” The pegasus begs, “I can’t do it myself.”

And being forced to go through child birth is nothing?

“Well a mare can’t survive seppuku,” Dr. Pip points out, “A buck can survive getting his balls smashed in. If you call that living.”

I swallowed, “How do you want me to do it?” I asked nervously, “Just buck you with my back leg?”

“Umm…how about I lay down on my belly and you stomp down in the bit that sticks out.” The pegasus suggested.

I nodded,

The buck got onto his belly like he said. After he adjusted himself, he spreads his legs. I found myself staring down at his family jewels.

“What’s the matter Littlepip?” Dr. Pip remarks there are plenty of mares of the wastes land that would love the chance to shatter a pair of testicles. You yourself has experience their evil. Heck you never truly grasped the idea of what rape really was until you saw those mares in Ponyville after you left Stable 2.”

“No, I can’t!” I cried.

“Please,” The pegasus cries in return, “Let me have my own terns, Don’t let them rape my body!”

“Do him a kindness Littlepip,” Dr. Pip orders, “Be my avatar!”

My heart thumps, My chest tighten. I unleash a yell as I reared up and my hoof came down with a stomp.

I felt the orbs crush like small fruit. In that instant time slowed down as I registered my action. Time kicked back in with the buck screaming.

The pegasus male rolls into a ball as he wailed his sack instantly swelling. I couldn’t take it and closed my ears. I crouched in corner by the hay bed. My eyes watered up, gilt in my stomach.

The door flies open. A coconut pink buck no, unicorn mare with a mustered yellow mane perks her head in.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” She sees the buck holding his privates and me crouching in the corner.

“Did that animal attack you!” the unicorn shouts.

“No-no he asked me to do that to him,” I replied.

“What the hell?” The unicorn stood there confused for a moment. She shook it off, “I got to get the doctor!"

The guard pony runs back out shutting the door behind her.

“You know if you hurry this is your chance to escape,” Dr. Pip points out.

I look at her in shock, “You knew this was going to happen this way.”

“Less talky more walky,” Dr. Pip snaps.

I unlocked the door with my magic. I gave a look at the whimpering buck. I helped his hoof around my shoulder and we walked out of the room.

“You could have told me you had a way of escaping,” The pegasus managed to say, “We could have came up with a plan and saved my balls.” The buck gives a smile to show he was trying to make a joke.

“Sorry, didn’t think ahead, Really not a clever pony,” I replied nervously.

I was unsure I would have let him come with me under different circumstances giving what he done. But now I maimed him for life I couldn’t abandon him in his cell.

I found a maintenance closet and snagged a screw driver as a weapon and a pipbuck repair kit.

The unicorn mare buck wonders back down the hallway in a daze. Blood poured from one of her forelegs in a claw shaped gash. She stares blankly at me for a moment as she realized who I was.

“Fr-,” Before she could pull out her gun I tossed the screw driver at her. The mare flinch and I trotted in for a punch.

I forgot I had a hard metal shoe in my hoof. Her skull cracks, The mare hits the floor, her leg twitched once and she dies.

“Well you fucked up,” Dr. Pip remarks.

“I didn’t mean too,” I cried.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dr. Pip points out, “You were arrested for a murder you didn’t commit, You just committed a murder. Nothing your friends can do can help you now. Will still you escape Littlepip? Or do you have the dignity to march back into your cell?”

I noticed a gash on her foreleg, “Something attacked her.”

“Ooo a mystery how convenient now you have an excuse not to go back to your room,” Dr. Pip mocked, “Drop your ovaries and resign to your fate!”

At the end of the hall I could hear beasts yipping and yelping like feral dog scratching away at the sealed doors. I picked up the guard ponies gun. I took the pegasus buck and went down the other hallway.

I found the mess hall with a medical kit. I lay the castrated buck on a table and gave him some Med X for the pain. We could hear the faint sounds of screams, barking and gunfire from outside.

I got to work on my pipleg. First I injected Med X in my leg to numb it. I slowly cut into my scarred flesh. One of the cuts went too deep and blood spurts out. My head went woozy for a moment. I quickly sealed the wound with healing drops.

I got to my pipbuck reset buttons. The thing didn’t work. I had to cut myself more to open the panel. Inside the pipbuck was full of blood. I had to spray it out with a bottle of water. With a few reconnections of wires I got the machine to turn on. I fixed up my wounds with healing drops.

“Okay buddy,” I tapped the buck on the shoulder. He didn’t move. I shook the buck again. Nothing happened, I checked his heart beat with my ear. It was quiet, the buck was dead. My eyes teared.

“I’d say it was shock,” Dr. Pip points out, “Somepony smashed his balls and the stress from the damage and lack of immediate medical care killed him.”

“You shut the fuck up,” I cried.

“Are you going to try to shut off your emotions again?” Dr. Pip remarks, “That worked out so well last time.”

I packed what gear I could and started to walk out of the room. There was a thump behind me. I turn to see the buck laying on the floor. Before my eyes he slowly gets up to his feet.

I gave off a beaming smile and was about to go to him.

“Littlepip,” Dr. Pip spoke up, “How is he standing?”

I stopped and gave the phantom mare a look.

The buck well staring oddly at the floor starts barking like a dog.

Dr. Pip raises an eyebrow. “Oh, his influence.”

I take a step forward and the buck growls at me like a beast. Suddenly he lunges forward and attacks. I fire the gun I took from the guard. I hit the buck in the head. The body goes thunk to the ground.

“He went zombie!” I screamed, “How did he go zombie!”

“Littlepip you need to get outside now!” Dr. Pip orders.

I found a back doorway and got outside.

Ponies screamed as they ran from other ponies. The ponies doing the chasing acted and made noises like dogs. These ponies had bridles in their mouths and had dog collars around their necks. They were covered in weird symbols all over their bodies. These symbols looked like Zebra glyphs and clustered in patches like strips. Their hooves have been modified into pointed claw weapons that dug into a pony’s flesh. Anypony they knocked down they ripped apart with their teeth.

“What kind of demons are these,” I remarked out loud.

Dr. Pip laughs at me, “These are not phantoms of Silent Ponyville like the other monsters you killed. These are the living souls of ponies.”

“So they are like Raiders,” I said coldly.

“I’d say you’d think the truth is worst,” Dr. Pip replied.

“Worst then Raiders?” I asked.

“They are victims,” Dr. Pip answers, “It’s not the victimization it’s self that did this to them. They did this to themselves.”

“They are willingly like this?” I snapped, “What about that buck back there?”

“A hundred years of self torment and a near death experience,” Dr Pip answers, “What you see are those who have been victimized by life and let it crush their souls. The abused that submitted, the raped that gave up, the slaved that accepted their fate, the suicide that gave in. For their sin of dying in such a state they go to a hell they have no control of and become like animals.”

“Still no different than Raiders,” I rushed into battle.

“No different than children,” Dr. Pip adds.

I shot a couple of victim ponies in a back alley. I knelt down to examine one closer. The tattoos on their fur just looked like gibberish at first. But as I looked at them I could hear the writtings speak in a low whisper.

“Cum bucket, cock sucker, Dumb cunt whores,” The words went on and on. This was a book of her life and afterlife.

Then I could see the images. I could see the final weeks of her life in Equestria. Captured by Raiders. They broke her to the point where they could safely have her suck their cocks. Eventually she died slowly of an infection.

Then came hell. This pony, she so broken her fear consumed her after her death. Monsters of her own making ravaged her flesh only for it to heal again. Beings treated her like an animal giving scraps of not even could be called food or water to eat and drink.

One day the creatures and monsters where killed. A large Zebra stood before the mare.

“I am the King of this hell,” The Zebra told her, “She who became a broken dog in life became a broken dog in the afterlife. I found you and will give you a purpose as my servant. I will make you my dog. Now bark!” Hoof comes down on the head.

My trance broke,

“I smell it on you,” The other victim pony behind me spoke. She was bigger than the others.

“You can speak?” I said shocked.

“Some of us is still of the will for words. I used to be a Raider, I maimed and I hurt. When Hades came for me I became something more.” The pony answered with a sharp and toothy smile. “You’re on the edge of becoming broken. When you break you will die then you’ll be his and either become a Victim or a Hurter.”

I shoot the mare.

I slowly fought my way across the ramshackle town. I tried to conserve ammo yet help those who I could. I picked up abandoned guns, ammo and supplies along the way most off the dead. Not enough to allow me to start acting stupid

I turned one corner and saw a couple of Milk Farm acolytes. For a moment it looked like a couple of the victim ponies were going to attack them. At the last moment the feral creatures put their tails between their legs and ran away.

Hey you!” I shouted aiming my gun at the Milk Farms, “Are you behind this?”

“No,” The acolyte replied and continued to walk away.

I stood there dumbfounded for a moment. What makes these people so confident I can point a gun at them and they just walk away?

I came upon Cheerilee’s orphanage. Outside in front were two Victims eating on a manikin pony.

The door had rune symbol painted on it that wasn’t there before. Inside I came across a barricade blocking the back rooms. Cheerilee greeted me with a shotgun.

“Don’t shoot!” I shouted.

“I know what you did,” Cheerilee, she said with fear in her voice.

“I didn’t kill- I mean that wasn't me,” I cried.

“Almost lied there sweet heart,” Dr. Pip teased.

“A pony in an invisibility cloak killed Bucklin,” I explained.

“Somepony got that working?” Cheerilee said in shock.

“Okay, you know what I’m talking about?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Something Witchcart was working on,” Cheerilee replied, “It was broken and I couldn’t fix it so I tossed it in the donation pile some time back.

“I’m guessing Mason isn’t here?” I remarked.

“Most likely with Rock Soda,” Cheerilee answered, “He might be defending Rarity’s headquarters at the factory. Amber is also missing. If you are heading back out there keep an eye out for her.”

I weighed my options. “I’ll guess I’ll head for the factory and push my luck.”

On the way to the factory I saw my first manikin pony walking around. I took it out with gunfire. The next time I seen them they were fighting victim ponies alongside village ponies.

I was almost shot when I reached the factory barricade.

“Hey, You’re that mare that killed Bucklin!” One of the ponies shouts.

“I didn’t kill him,” I snapped.

“But there’s a unicorn and a pegasus with your name all over them,” Dr. Pip teased.

“How she get out?” A pony pointed.

“I think she’s here to help,” Another pony adds, “If I was her I wouldn’t stick around in town specially with all this crap.”

“I’m trying to reconnect with my traveling companion,” I admitted blushing. “But I’m not the kind of pony to leave a group in the need of help.”

“Then you are welcome to help,” One the ponies a red brown pegasus I took to be the leader points at a light blue crystal pony, “You keep an eye on her.”

“Yes sir,” The crystal pony replied.

I took a defense position. The crystal pony takes out a tin of Mint-als.

“You don’t have to take them if you want, but every little bit helps in battle,” The crystal pony told me.

“Yeah you want to don't you,” Dr, Pip smirks.

I hesitated for a moment then I took one of the pills. I wanted this pill the last so I lifted my tail and inserted it in me with my magic. The crystal pony blushed at my actions and I blushed back at him.

I opened fire at the enemy. “So has any of you seen my companion?” I asked as I took aim with SATS and fired, “I heard that he maybe with Rock Soda.”

“Rock Soda? I think he’s with the second line in side,” The crystal pony answers.

The captain’s pipbuck clicks on.

“We have a breach! Rarity gave the order to evacuate the town and head for the old Peifield Mine. Second line will make its way to an escape route."

“Okay, Everyone new orders we are abandoning the city for the Piefield Mines,” The captain yells.

“You know there are monsters in the mine,” I pointed out.

“There are monsters everywhere kid,” The captain replied, “At least those ones don’t have a goal and battle tactics.

“Okay, Then stop by Cheerilee’s and pickup who you can,” I told the commanding buck. “Could you do me a favor and ask if Mason is in the group with Rarity.

The buck calls a head with his pipbuck. He listens to the reply in his ear bloom.

“They say he’s there,” The captain replied, “The group is pinned down at the factory floor.

“Thanks,” I said as I walked deeper into the factory.

I fallowed the sound of gunfire and soon found myself on the railing looking over the factory floor.

Rarity and a group of other ponies where across from me. Mason and Rock Soda was part of that group.

Below on the floor stood a large black Zebra or a very weird looking buffalo. He had Rarity and a bunch of ponies cornered. I realized it was the Zebra from the back alley victim pony’s vision.

Victim ponies burst onto the railing from the side doors. We fought them off with gunfire.

I looked at the Zebra below and sigh for what was going to be upon me. I fired at him. The bullets hit his flesh but all he did was turn to look at me.

“We can’t defeat him he is too powerful,” Mason explains.

“Who or what is he?” I asked, “He seems to commanded these dog ponies, from what I been told they are victims who been so broken by life their minds sent themselves to hell.”

“Zecora told me stories,” Rarity answered me, “Stories of a Zebra king that lived before she was born. A king who united the tribes of Zebra through slavery. They say he was the pony who first commissioned the experiments with soul jars and other horrible magic. She said she hoped his soul burned in tartarus.”

“Well it looks like he did and became a light,” Mason remarks.

“What are we going to do about her?” Rock Soda asked Rarity well pointing at me.

“Can you two hold that thing back well we make an escape?” Rarity asks.

“I’ll try,” I answered.

Rock Soda gave a grudging look. “Err, okay.”

One of the ponies tosses a flash grenade down on the floor. It explodes shielding their exit.

I slip into SATS,

“Try to see if he has a heart!” Rock Soda orders.

Replied by nodded my head understanding where he wanted me to aim. We fired upon our target. We must have hit the mark because he yells in anger. Two dozen victim ponies rush out at us.

I pulled out my Keyblade. “Keep firing at him! I’ll hold these things back!”

Took out a couple before one scratched me in the side with its claw hoof. Just knocked that one out when my other side got nicked.

“Laser whip in the hindleg holster!” Rock Soda shouted.

I made my Keyblade disappear and took the whip’s hilt with my magic. The red tail flew out. I swing the thing and limbs left thier bodies. This was a horrifying weapon. I gave Rock Soda a look of, “Why the hell you have this?”.

“I found it,” The buck replied.

The Hell King Zebra leaped up into the air like a superpony. His hoof comes down on the railing. With a metal creek we crashed to the floor.

I looked around once I got to my feet and my head stopped spinning. Rock Soda was on the ground not moving. I whack the Victim knolling on him with my Keyblade.

There was a hard kick to the flank that sent me across the room. I thud when I hit the floor and heard the crack of a rib.

Getting back to my feet, I quickly pulled out a shotgun and fired on the Hell King as he walked toward me.

“You were one who interacted with the Black Book experiment,” The Zebra remarks, “I could have use for that soul of yours.” He smiles, “A little mare like you would make such a cute puppy. Really much like to break you before I kill you.”

Suddenly a gunshot hit’s the raised hoof of the Hell King. Mason steps in front of me.

“What are you doing? Get out of here!” I screamed at the dumb buck.

“I realized the truth Littlepip,” Mason replied with a smile, “When you saved me, I thought you existed for me. The idea I exist for you never occurred to me until now.”

I gave the orange buck a blank look.

“You needed me when you found me,” Mason explains giving off a few more gun shots, “I was there when you went insane, you needed a father, you needed love. That’s why you look like my daughter.”

“Annoying buck!” The Zebra struck the orange pony. He fell back knocked out at my feet.

A missile hits the Hell King. It really did less damage to the monstrous Zebra then you think it would. Looking up it was Dashit flying in through the sky light.

Good time for me to make my escape with Mason. It wasn’t a fast escape with how I was limping but I got away never or less.

I made my way to the outskirts of the town. I picked up supplies and survivors along away. By the time I reached the wall I had full packs.

Looking at the map there seemed to be an abandon farm not far out of Rarity's Haven.

We weren’t the only ones who thought of heading to the farm. There were bands of refugees there too.

“Littlepip!” Amber shouted.

I gave her a look of, “Where did you come from?”.

“When the attack happened I booked it out of town,” Amber explained, “I remember hearing of this place.” The amber gold pony looks at Mason still unconscious. “Oh, my what happened to him.”

“King of Hell knocked him out,” I replied.

“What?” Amber shook her head clear, “Never mind put him with the other injured.

Not long after we put Mason to his bed the buck woke up.

“Littlepip,” The buck called out for me. He didn’t look healthy.

“I know you two were planning on going somewhere,” Amber points out, “But Mason is pretty hurt up we don’t have the supplies to heal him. It may take him a few days to recover.”

“We can’t afford to wait any longer,” Mason told me, “Leave me behind and find my daughter.”

I nodded my head with tears.

I turned to Amber, “I have some Healing Potions in my saddle bag.

“Keep it,” Amber replied, “You’re going to need them. Besides anyone injured enough to need one would have died by now.”

I soon gathered my pack and walked out into the desert.
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FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending continues from the Alternate Ending of Chapter 8.
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A herd of manikin ponies stood between two canyons near the wall.

“What the hell?” I said in shock, “Wait? Are they trapped in here?”

“This isn’t right,” Witchcart points out.

“You’re telling me?” I remarked concerned.

Witchcart’s horn glows. “I sense strong magic here. Maybe they are being controlled?”

“How?” I asked.

“This whole area is protected by strong magic,” Witchcart answers, “Look at these runes? I asked and been told Rarity put them here.”

“I’ve been seeing stuff like that here and there but not to this extent,” “I noted.

Blam!

Witchcart’s warm blood splatters on my face. She drops dead to the floor. I saw something fall over the side of the wall. Then the clat of hooves running down the stairs.

“Freeze!”

I turned to see Rock Soda and Bucklin holding guns and aiming at me.

“Littlepip?” Rock Soda looks down, “Witchcart!” He glares at me, “You bitch!”

“I didn’t do it!” I shouted, “There was an invisible pony.”

Bucklin slugs me in the face. My vision went dizzy. I felt a rope go around my neck. Then I tripped and fell as the rope had a hard tug to it. Blood flows from my skinned knee.

By the time my mind cleared there was a mob around me. I started to buck and whinny.

“Get her legs!” Someone shouts.

A lasso snagged my back foot. With a quick yank it was pulled out from under me. Everything whoosh and I flipped over on my back. Ponies rushed me and hooves struck me.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see them dragging Mason out. They hoist him up a tree with ropes. I let loose a scream as they set the tree on fire. Mason wails as his body burns.

Suddenly my own body started feeling light as I too was hoisted from the ground. The rope around my neck tightens as my air was cut off.

A gunshot hits the rope. It slowly unspindles as the crowd goes silent. They turn to see Cheerilee standing next to Prototype Blues with a smoking rifle in his mouth.

The buck fires again finishing off the rope and allowing it to snap. I land on my butt.

“What is wrong with you all,” Cheerilee screams, “I seen the world fall apart twice now!” The mare pauses with a tear running down her cheek, “This is the first time I lost hope.

“Cheerilee! Return to your lodge and put the symbol on the door! Protect the children!” Rarity shouts from on high the wall. The mare looks out on the crowd. “I was generous to give you this place! But my generosity has limits! You all broke my covenant and must pay the price!”

The bottom panels of the wall fall apart as the manikin ponies rushed into Rarity’s Haven.

I slipped away as the first screams of death started. Within minutes I was out into the desert. After hours the town was just a smoke cloud long behind me.