Silent Hill stared straight ahead and ignored the strange scene behind her. For whatever reason, the new enclave pegasus was carrying Lilith on her back. She stayed permanently flustered as she was hugged from behind rather than ridden properly. They had no idea how hands felt like. Or just how smooth human skin could be on rough, grizzled coat. Her grey-blue eyes slid to the side as she looked in Lilith's general direction. For etiquette and respect.

"So... you're a human now? Why human and not still a pony. I- I don't understand that much." The mare inquired, keeping her eyes away from that one, angular grin.

"I guess this is what I used to be. But I don't know for sure. I'm just positive that I need sex and food. A lot of it, honestly." Lilith sighed, laying limply against her mount and resting her long and heavy lashes.

Was it a human thing. Silent and Brown would never know. They arrived at some, rather pleasant settlement in the wastes. A sign before the entrance and drawbridge said 'welcome to Sauk Conserva Pak.' Why the town had such a strange name, neither of them knew. But Doctor Brown noted the lack of letters. He'd keep a bat between his teeth as the bridge lowered. Strangely enough, nopony raised rifles at them. Most of the town was... filled with children, mutants and abominations. It was seriously a mixture of each one in a garb of football armor, power armor scraps and improvised skirts. They all shared a dark edom color scheme when it came to their clothing, which was either the aforementioned, tasset skirts, or in a few of their cases, feathered helmets and cloaks. It was a systematic cluster of rebuilt homes and construction. Lilith knew exactly who they were. And they knew who she was, too.

One of the veteran legionarries met them head-on, greeting them with a machete held at the ready.

"State your business, assassins." He started, keeping the blade pointed tip-first.

Lilith answered with a shrug and did just that, crossing her arms when finished. The girl's tone was frank and near-monotone, either due to her boredom or an unforseen shift in chemical wellness. The prime's being hidden by a baseball helm and shades, while her's focused and defocused.

"We've come to get some armor and maybe a gladius or two. And do you know where we can find a good brothel. Because we sure as hell need one."

He took a moment to ponder just how blunt and simplistic their answer was. For one, he noted with a hoof on his chin, they were mostly profligates. Two, they had one of those enclave bastards tagging along. He, a stallion a head taller than most ponies, nodded in understanding. He had one condition, he stated, sheathing his machete gladius.

"Very well, assassin. You can make use of our camp... as long as you promise to bring us NCR heads and slaves. If you find a raider, make sure they're at least strong. And if you find civilians, bring them in good condition. Understood, amicus?" He explained, though losing half the party in translation.

Of course, they all nodded, Lilith more than anyone. No warning shots or insults were hurled toward them. They just sort of passed into the encampment and took note of the atrocious events transpiring all around. Slaves in rags were all being used for pack mules and earthly pleasures, evidenced by the curses and pained, little noises coming from some tents. Other uses for slaves involved setting up crosses for crucifixion and even beatings. A group of legionaries were scuffing about in a chainlink arena, it having four bases in the shape of a diamond. Two inside were landing big, crashing hits on each other that stumbled both the victim and the aggressor. Power punches, Lilith noted, remembering fondly her training in the legion. That happened after the separation. Everything considered, it was much more... comfy than it should have been. Especially since the slaves, mares and stallions alike, were being stricken so heavily in the Sauk Conserva Pak encampment. Doctor Brown tapped their current leader with his muzzle.

"Must we really be here. This place... is barbaric. Wrong. We can't stay here much longer, can we? I-I don't approve of this at all. All these people are being subjugated. They're being beaten because their masters say so. Is this not the antithesis of the Enclave's principles?"

He was right. It was. But she could never tell why she fit in so well. Lilith could never tell him why they called her 'amicus', or what 'amicus' even meant. They would be in the dark for as long as she could keep them. Silent Hill kept her plasma offender at the ready, between her teeth and fully-loaded with overcharged microfusion cells. She watched as the rest of the party, besides Lilith, armed and followed behind her. For some reason, their war chief stopped by... public restrooms?

"Uh, why are we stopping here...?" Inquired Silent, muffled by her bite handle, but still intelligible.

"Well, this is where they stash their gear. All I gotta do is trade some denarius for a piece of armor. It's the only thing I can wear that doesn't need fitting. Well, much fitting. Now wait here."

Some immeasurable amount of time passed. Why iimmeasurably? Because Silent Hill and her party were too busy learning the layout of the camp. It had to be destroyed, they all agreed. At least half of it had to burn, Doctor Brown reasoned, speaking in low and cautious murmurs. The slaves had to be emancipated. Just then, their war chief returned and... it surprised them how fitting Legion dress was.

Her outfit was nearly identical to recruit armor, only it boasted historically accurate, studded leather tassets and long, pink athlete socks. The addition of slightly thicker, custom padding only added to her brawler aesthetic. Silent Hill bit her lip and looked elsewhere, hoping the wetness in her honeypot would pass. It was unfortunate, being so excited by nonsensical things. Fashion, power and sin. Her ears drooped as Lilith asked her what was wrong. If she could help in any way.

"N-nothing. We should probably find that brothels, though. I'm getting tired o-of waiting. And I'm sure the rest of us agree." She scrambled, even starting off herself toward their last exit.

Well, Brown and their new enclave friend nodded in agreement. Yeah. It was time to go. Enough of that wasteland glory shit. Who wanted to fight all the time and cross paths with death every day of their lives. Couldn't they just have one day to relax and quit worrying about some dead faction, or the horrific black magic that threatened to swallow Mini Soda whole. Did they ever have to me to have sex at all? Doctor Brown remembered. He remembered the answer being 'hello no.' By unanimous decision, they asked the earlier prime for directions to the nearest brothel.

And... to their surprise, he just answered

"Where do you think. Right here. Didn't you notice the abundance of mares and men in skirts. These aren't toga. These are real skirts. This is an R&R encampment. For fetishistic relief. The slaves are merely customers that are paid to be beaten and have a safeword in place. Now get out of my way. I have to watch for raiders and NCR." He stated, never saying they didn't use slaves, but also reminding them that Sweetie's Legion... was not monstrous when it could help itself.

Lilith could only hope they had some spare schoolgirl costumes laying about...

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