In a week, the wedding is supposed to happen. I’ve been stuck down here for three days now. And I didn’t think we were going to pull it off. With the wedding tomorrow, I could tell Bucky was anxious. I’ve spent three days going around the sewers, planting C-4 into changeling cocoons, fending off swarms and scavenging for pieces. In those three days, Alicron was looking almost exactly as it was when I first fought it, minus the bottom half. But after these three days, I felt some sort of grudging respect for Bud.

As much of a bastard he is, Bud had the voice of a leader, albeit demanding most of the time. I’m still unsure why he wants to take over Las Pegasus, but I knew what had to be done when we advance ourselves out into the streets. Nurse Valentine also tended to my wound on my head. She disinfected it and wrapped a clean bandage around my head, even patching up some of the cuts I got from fending off changelings. Sunny took the liberty of stitching up my barding from the attacks. With the amount of material she had at her disposal, she had to conserve some, so I was looking tattered at the moment. But I didn’t mind. Alicron was finished to the best of our abilities. And with the wedding looming ever so close, I couldn’t help but feel sympathy for Bucky.

I found him leaning over a railing, looking down at Alicron as I was retrieving something for Bud. He was depressed. I walked over to him, leaning over the railing.

“You okay?” I asked. Bucky sighed. The poor stallion looked tired. Like he had given up on something.

“This is all so… I don’t know. I mean, for three weeks, I’ve been stuck in a part of the sewers that doesn’t seem to lead out to the streets. My wedding is tomorrow and I’m not there by her side…” he growled. “I’m going to lose my girl to a fake that doesn’t give two shits about what she thinks or feel.” He shook his head. “My time is up… There is no way I’ll be able to get to her now…” I smiled.

“You are forgetting who you are dealing with here.” I said. Bucky didn’t move his head, but looked at me through the corner of his eyes. “Yeah, Bud is a bastard that deserves to be dead. But think about it. Bud wants the results, but the others just want out.” I patted his shoulder. “I know of a way to defeat the changelings for good.” Bucky arched a brow. “But it’ll require you to be there with Al Capony. If you love her that much, then don’t give up here in the sewers. Besides, wouldn’t you rather go out in style or die a single man?” Bucky nickered.

“You’re a jack of all trades, kid. Alabaster was right to pick you as her maiden of honor.” He said. I rubbed the back of my head. I had to mention this.

“Bucky. You know Comp?” I asked. Bucky nodded.

“Cool kid to roll with.” He said with a smirk. I bit my lip before speaking.

“Well… before I got shot in the head, Chryxal said that he is… well… a changeling.” Bucky looked shocked. “And he was right. Comp is a changeling. But… I know he isn’t bad. He isn’t like them. The times I’ve spent with Comp, he never acted like any of those changelings. And I plan on getting him back from Chryxal.” I said. Bucky rubbed his chin.

“Well, I won’t guarantee that when this gets under way, Comp will be labeled as the enemy. If you can get to him before Bud or anypony else, then you might be able to pull it off.” He said. I nodded and sighed.

“My family is here too. I just pray that they won’t be so easily fooled by my fake.” Bucky pat my shoulder and grinned.

“Aren’t you the kid of that courier years ago? Gotta make your old man proud.” I gave a small smile. If only I was open to tell everpony that my dad abandoned us. But I nodded as Bud suddenly banged on the table with a 10MM handgun.

“Listen up. I thank you for the effort you put into Alicron. With this, we will strike down those changelings and they won’t know what will hit them.” Bud looked up to me and Bucky. “Bucky, I won’t promise that your wedding may be in danger by this or that your mare has been taken by them. Best you start thinking of what to do when it happens.” Bucky growled as Bud continued. “As for the rest of you. You will help me by defending Alicron until we can move it to the area. This is where Sixteen comes in.” He pointed a hoof at me. “I’ve already marked it on your PipBuck. You lead the way. I’m sure your sacrifice will give me all the time to take them out.”

“That is a promise I won’t keep.” I retorted. “Frankly, Bud, I hope your sacrifice would do us all a favor.” Bud ignored my insult as he continued.

“We are ready. Rest up while you can. For it is the day of the wedding we will strike.” With that, Bud turned, ignoring the glares from the ponies. My ears twitched when I heard somepony whisper.

“Bucky. Savior.” We turned and saw Nurse Valentine waving at us around the corner. We trotted towards her and we were greeted by Sunny Springs with a strange looking weapon. She smirked when she held it up.

“You know that battery you found?” she asked. I arched a brow.

“Are you saying, that’s the battery?” Sunny rubbed her chin.

“More or less. I found that it was filled with solar cells. And, being the genius I am when it comes to making things, I created a rechargeable weapon. I call it the SP-32.” Nurse Valentine oohed while me and Bucky gave a confused look. Sunny aimed the weapon over to the wall and pulled the trigger. A neon sky blue beam shot out like a modified shotgun. The spread wasn’t as much as Courage was. The weapon made a small humming sound after the shot. I smirked.

“Awesome. So, you say it’s chargeable?” I asked. Sunny nodded.

“It’s a prototype. But I found it could charge through light and solar energy. Each blast is like a bullet of radiation.” She said. Bucky winced.

“Causes wounds and forces radiation into you? That’s worse than being disintegrated by a laser turret.” He said. Sunny tossed the weapon towards me and I caught it in my magic, holding it up in front of me. It looked like a magnum with a curved jagged hilt. The more I looked, the sooner I realized that the barrel was in fact the battery I had found. A long barreled .44 Magnum that looked almost similar to my magnums. The rusted gold casing of the frame matched perfectly with the neon blue and gold tinted battery. I whistled.

“Are you sure you don’t want to expand your business?” I asked. Sunny snorted.

“Think I can find a pony that can make stuff like this?” I smirked.

“Ever thought of an apprentice?” Sunny rubbed her chin.

“Huh… never thought of that.” She blinked and frowned at me. “Are you calling me old?” I chuckled before levitating the weapon back to her. But Sunny pushed it aside with her hoof. “Keep it. I’m sure it’ll do you more justice than I could out in the field.” I arched a brow.

“But… I already have magnums.” I said. Sunny shrugged.

“So what? Oh and since you are being a nice customer, I’ll expect five thousand caps from that.” I slumped. Geez, give me a break… how much debt are you going to put on me? Nurse Valentine suddenly was in my face, muzzle to muzzle as she squinted her eyes. She then unwrapped the bandage on my head with her magic and frowned.

“Savior… are you some sort of alien?” she asked. I blinked.

“W-what do you mean?” I asked. She tapped my head where my bullet wound… should have been. I rubbed my head, feeling that there wasn’t a wound there anymore. Din’s power must have finished up the healing. But, I found myself smiling at the pretty nerdy nurse mare.

“Ghobe.” I said. Nurse Valentine arched a brow in confusion before turning to Sunny.

“What did she say?” she asked. Sunny rubbed her face in annoyance.

“You’re asking the wrong pony.” She said. I winked at the nurse mare before looking down at my duster, trying to find if there was any spare magnets to put the weapon on. I gave a sheepish smile to Sunny.

“Err… mind putting one extra magnet on?” I asked. Sunny frowned.

“That’ll be two thousand caps.” She said flatly. I slumped.

“You are a mare to be reckoned with, Sunny.” I said. Sunny smiled proudly. With no other choice, I stuffed the gun in my makeshift holster I still had wrapped around my hind leg. If only I had my saddle bags with me.

It was high time to get underway. But we weren’t really happy with Bud. He hopped into the cockpit of Alicron and started the robot up. With a mechanical neigh and a flap of its wings, Alicron was moving once more. What made me nervous about it was that when I re-encountered Alicron with Bud piloting it, I got stupid lucky. The way Alicron moved, even though a torso and a half destroyed head, it moved pretty easily and nimbly. The last time, it was malfunctioned. Bud’s voice was projected out to us.

“Opening the hangar. Remember the plan.” He said. I was at the front with Bucky. Nurse Valentine flanked the left and Sunny flanked the right while the other three gang members flanked the back. Alicron crawled slowly, assuming that Bud was trying to conserve some of the power. Two giant metal doors slid open and we stepped outside.

I checked my PipBuck. Only five hours until the wedding starts. When I looked up, I realized why no pony could find their way out. Las Pegasus was about a good hour trot from where we were. The abandoned hangar loomed ominously over us as Alicron crawled out of the hidden hangar. Bucky shielded his eyes as the sun shone down. The weather was perfect right now. But in the distance, I could see the rare rain clouds looming close to the city.

“It’ll take hours to get there!” one of the gang members said. Bud scoffed.

“You’re complaining about the open already?” Bud retorted. The mare quieted before looking ahead. “Thought so. Alright, Savior.” I said nothing but nodded as we broke into a fast paced trot as Alicron crawled along with us. I glanced in Bucky’s direction. His look was grim and anxious. The lavender mare’s words popped back into my head.

Love.

Bucky cared deeply for Al Capony. As rough and tough as he is, he couldn’t hide that desperate look. Hang in there, Bucky. We’ll save her yet. All of them. By the time we reached the side wall of Las Pegasus, the clouds were just overhead and a small drizzle picked up. Checking my PipBuck, we had three hours left. I looked to Bud.

“Alright then, you’re up.” I said to him. Alicron neighed before rearing back, making me and Bucky scramble out of the way as a metallic hoof crashed through the wall. I grit my teeth and Sunny spoke what I was going to say.

“So much for stealth!” she said as she cocked her Marksman Carbine. I drew out Courage and with Bucky, who had out a gold plated handgun, jumped through the hole and waved our weapons left and right.

“Clear.” I said.

“Clear.” Bucky said. Alicron crawled through with the others. Nurse Valentine Jumped happily.

“Oh, this is so exciting! I’m fighting alongside the Savior!” she squealed. I smiled, but dropped it when Bud hissed.

“Focus.” He said. Nurse Valentine frowned as we continued on. The streets were empty alright. But, it wasn’t that hard to hear the loud chattering in the distance. I quickly tuned into the radio to hear Homage and New Pegas talk.

“I cannot believe this! Thousands of ponies are in attendance and the crowd is just going wild!” DJ Pon3 said.

“That’s right! And we have honorary guests joining as well as we wait for the final hours before the couple say their vows. We are joined today by Mr. House over radio. Thank you for taking the time to talk to us on your busy life, Mr. House.” New Pegas said. A smooth talking but serious minded voice came through.

“No trouble at all. It’s rare to see something as sacred as a wedding being held here in my city.” The voice said.

“So, Mr. House. I’ve been meaning to ask, but do you know The Stable Dweller?” he asked. Mr. House made a rather amused chuckle.

“Why, as a matter of fact, I do. Your Wasteland hero is currently on a job for me.” He said.

“And what are your thoughts on our own Savior of the Roads?” New Pegas asked. I frowned.

“Well, I haven’t met the pony personally. But by the reports and images I have seen recently, one can believe her to be a powerful ally or enemy. I’ve also heard rumors that there are some factions either devoted to or against our ‘Savior’.” Mr. House said. For somepony who hasn’t met me, he seemed to take my reputation as mysterious more than notorious. We continued on down the street, listening to the DJs talk to Mr. House about the on goings of the wedding.

Checking my PipBuck, we had an hour and a half before the wedding starts. The cheers of the crowd were closer now. We stopped and Bud turned Alicron slightly.

“Everypony, put on the masks.” He said. I sighed and looked at the strange mask he had supplied to us the night before. He didn’t want us exposed to the changelings, so he gave us mouth less masks with dark slanted eye holes. We put them on before looking at Alicron for the last bit of instructions. I looked to Bucky, who returned my look with the mouth less mask. We were one step ahead of Bud. I motioned and the gang members as well as Nurse Valentine and Sunny, rushed in, taking aim and firing at the Securitron ponies. The crowd began to depart as we fired onto the robots, screaming in suprise. The DJs seemed to notice this as well.

“What is going on?” DJ Pon3 asked. I heard the flip of papers before the sound of a chair moving.

“It appears that there is a group of ponies firing on the crowd.” New Pegas said. Mr. House sighed.

“A very well organized group no less. I don’t know exactly who they are, but they are annoyingly taking down my Securitrons. Excuse me while I handle the situation.” DJ Pon3 spoke grimly.

“Well, children, you are hearing it first hoof. A wedding in peril. Let us hope that no pony gets hurt.” He said. Me and Bucky took hold of a little handle on the forelegs of Alicron as Bud moved the robot to climb on top of a building. The screaming of the crowd grew louder and New Pegas sounded horrified.

“They… they are now firing at the crowd… I can’t believe this… its’ going to be a massacre at this rate.” He said. I looked over and noticed Sunny execute two downed ponies. The green blood that came after was a clear dead give away that they were changelings. Now the crowd was in confusion when the corpses turned back into the insect looking ponies. But that didn’t stop them. The carefully picked out any hostile changelings that was foolish enough to give itself away. DJ Pon3 gasped.

“NP, do you see this!?” he said.

“I do… but I don’t believe it. What are those things?” he asked. Bud sighed.

“Sixteen, now is a good time to broadcast.” He said. I took a bit of wire from the leg of the robot before plugging it in to my PipBuck. I cleared my throat, using my magic to see if I can hide my voice. It worked and my PipBuck showed that I was broadcasting Equestria wide. Alicron’s signal was incredible.

“Ponies of Las Pegasus. What you see before you is not an act of terrorism, but a means of vengeance and justice. These are not the ponies you’ve known. These are not the ponies you care for. They are called changelings. Creatures born neither pony nor insect, but corrupt magic transformed into a being.” I said in a metallic rasp. My voice changing spell wasn’t perfect, but it was better than nothing. “At this very moment, the changelings are attending this wedding. For weeks they planned this. Planned to feed on each and everyone of you. The ponies that you see before you dead are the changelings that have killed and replaced that pony. They feed on the emotions, changing into the ones they care for.” I frowned and looked at Bucky.

“Alabaster Mariposa, Kingpin’s daughter who is to be married to Bucky, Kingpin’s right hand man, is in danger at this very moment. Do not trust the Bucky you see before you.” I smirked. “We are coming for you, Chryxal. Oh, and one last thing.” I felt my magic falter from the voice changing spell. I spoke now in my normal voice. “I won’t let you take him away. I won’t let you fool my friends or harm my family. Me and Bucky have a score to settle with you. So you better look out the window. Because we are going to come in, hard and fast.” With that, I canceled the broadcast and nodded to Bud inside Alicron. We held onto the handles as Alicron neighed, rearing back before taking off into the sky. Bucky told me the day before that their wedding was to take place at the Las Pegasus tower.

The white skyscraper with a dome at the top loomed over the crowd of scattering ponies. We did come in hard and fast. I planted myself against the leg as Alicron tipped its’ head and crashed into the dome. The ponies inside scattered, some have already changed back into changelings. I hopped off, galloping along next to Bucky, as we raced for the door, shooting any changelings that got close. Alicron neighed and crashed its metallic forehooves into the floor, crushing unfortunate changelings.

Together, me and Bucky burst through the doors and we stood, seeing Chryxal still in the form of Bucky at the podium with a smiling and entranced Al Capony. My friends next to her gasped. I saw my family in the crowd, looking shocked too. Bucky stepped forward, throwing off the mask and glared coldly at his fake.

“You fucked with the wrong ponies, Chryxal.” He said. There was murmur and chattering from the crowd. Kingpin arched a brow.

“So, they weren’t lying.” He said. The other Bucky grit his teeth in frustration before suddenly seizing Al Capony and putting a 10MM to her head. He grinned.

“Well, you are the stubborn bastard after all.” He said. I looked next to Al Capony and saw my fake looking frightened. I pulled off my mask and smirked at her before looking at Chyxal.

“Chryxal.” I said. “You are a terrible shot.” I saw the confused looks from my companions as they looked back and forth from me and my fake. Iris looking even more shocked. But what’s important right now is finally confronting a bad pony. Chryxal grit his teeth even more.

“I shot you in the vital spots. I must have grazed your heart, but I’m dead certain that head shot killed you!” he growled. I reached into my barding pocket and pulled out the tin of Mint-als that was dented in. Goldenlee balked and dug into her pocket before frowning.

“As for the headshot. You didn’t miss, that’s for sure.” I said. I tapped a hoof to my head. “But I got better.” My neatly dressed friends looked at Chryxal, the apparent disgust on their face towards the pony. I knew they wouldn’t be fooled. Well… I hopped at least they noticed the strange behavior. My changeling self backed away in fright when Rex growled. Chryxal nodded and from the crowd flew changelings. The ones who weren’t changelings yelped in surprise. Me and Bucky stood back to back as the changelings surrounded us. Chryxal laughed.

“You ponies are so gullible. But you all taste good in the end.” He put a hoof under Al Capony’s chin and tickled it, making her giggle. “But this one takes the cake. Oh yes, the love from her is to die for.” Kingpin had his revolver out and aimed at Chryxal.

“Get your filthy hooves off my daughter.” He rasped coldly. Without warning, Kingpin pulled the trigger and Chryxal fell forward with Al Capony. The two rolled down the stairs of the podium before coming to a halt. The changelings that surrounded us hissed and backed away. Bucky immediately galloped over to Al and picked her up onto his back. But it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. Before we knew it, Chryxal stood back up slowly. The hole in his head suddenly closed back up and he grinned.

“Hmm. The love for you, Bucky, is strong indeed. Whatever you did to make this mare fall for you, I must thank you.” He did a formal bow before a green aura engulfed him. I shielded my eyes. As quick as it happened, there before us stood Chryxal’s true form. A changeling that was taller than the others and had emerald irises and a stringy straight mane. He laughed before turning to Kingpin. Kingpin took aim again, but Chryxal was fast. His horn glowed and a green ball of fire hit Kingpin in the face, making the old buck reel back in pain. Bucky retaliated by open firing at Chryxal. Yet even though the bullets pierced flesh and green blood flowed, the wounds were instantly healed and Chryxal shuddered.

“Do keep at it, child. I’ve sucked enough love from that mare to make me powerful than before.” He licked his snake like tongue. “All I need is to snuff out that last bit of love from her and she will be nothing but a husk.” Bucky growled.

“Fuck you. You ain’t having my girl.” He spat. Chryxal laughed before motioning his head. The changelings that had backed away now hissed evilly and advanced on us.

“Oh no you don’t!” a voice said. A silver blur zoomed by in a blink of an eye and a few of the changelings were suddenly crushed against the wall, where Iris dropped them. “You think you can get away with shooting my mare friend in the head?” Iris glared coldly and smacked her hooves together. “Better think twice.” I don’t know what set me off, but damn I was feeling tingly in the nether region. I snapped out of my daze as a changeling swung at me. I moved back slightly, avoiding the swing before slamming Courage in the back of the head, executing the creature where it fell. The changelings were suddenly scattering left and right as ponies began drawing their weapons and firing at anything that was a changeling. I looked to see Chryxal turn his head down to a small changeling colt. The changeling gave me a sad look with a mix of regret and shame.

“Comp!” I shouted. Comp adverted his hollow white eyes before nodding to Chryxal. He was suddenly engulfed by a green aura and just like that, he was gone. I grit my teeth in anger. I was too late. Chryxal had convinced him to leave. I had lost a friend to a bad pony. My eye began to twitch after a long while of not doing so. I heard Din chuckling, but ignored her as I galloped towards Chryxal, pulling out,Courage, Sinful and Malice, aiming all three of my guns at him and firing. Chryxal jerked back with each bullet hitting him. I knew it wouldn’t kill him, but I wanted him to know I was out for his blood.

I slid to a halt next Bucky, who was fighting off a group of changelings trying to grab at Al Capony. I unsheathed Compassion and with quick finesse, sliced through them easily. I was soon covered in changeling blood.

“Argh! We have to get Al Capony out of here!” he said. I blinked and noticed that the changelings I had slaughtered were suddenly standing up… and multiplying with each missing limb. I arched a brow. I thought Bud said they spawned from those green cocoons? I shook away the thought. Now is not the time to be thinking that. I looked around, seeing a door at the end of the room. A sign saying:

“There!” I said, pointing a hoof to the door. Chryxal smirked and took aim at us as we galloped, making sure to put some of the changelings in front of us as he fired. I felt two bullets pelt off my chest piece. I found the door to be locked. I swore and looked at Bucky. Wait… I smirked. Ducking low, I bucked my hind legs as hard as I could. The door flew off its hinges and without a second thought, we bolted up the stairs. As we galloped up the stairs, some of the changelings decided to pursue us.

I brought Courage around, taking fire and blasting some of the changelings off of our tails. I reloaded a fresh drum, firing again. Bucky bucked open the door and we stepped out into a rainy roof.

The white dome of the tower was a bit slippery, but we kept our footing as we made our way towards the antenna. I heard the broadcast of New Pegas and DJ Pon3 speaking from the antenna.

“… we have been fooled all along. Don’t give up! If they can bleed, then they can die!” DJ Pon3 said.

“I’m getting reports that the changelings are now attacking the west part of the city. Mr. House has directed his full attention to aid the ponies of Las Pegasus to fend off the changelings. I tell you, listeners, it is chaos here.” New Pegas said. I turned around and fired a couple more times as the changelings began to swarm out of the door way. We were halfway to the antenna when we were surrounded by changelings again. This time, they were flying in a circle around us.

Bucky growled and the rain picked up. Lightning struck the top of the antenna, causing sparks to rain down over us. Chryxal walked calmly out of the hovering swarm and grinned wickedly at us.

“And just what were you going to accomplish by escaping to the antenna?” he asked. I aimed Sinful and Malice, but they were snatched away by changelings over-head. I pulled out Courage. It too was taken from me. I kept Compassion with me and thankfully, the changelings that tried to swipe my sword found it difficult to pull it off of the magnet. I swung my hoof around, smacking them dead in the face and sending them spiraling down the roof. They desperately tried to stay on the roof, but it was too slippery and wet for their bug like wings that they fell. I blinked and looked around, seeing that the changelings were flying lower than before. I smirked.

“For corrupt magic, you act more insect than pony.” I said. Chryxal scoffed.

“I don’t need frail wings to best you lot.” He smirked. “I’ve already beaten you at your own game. I threw everypony off my trail. Including you.” I shook my head.

“That’s where you are wrong. I’ve always been on to you. And you’ve known it too. But you found it difficult for me to get off your back. So what’s the only other option to get rid of someone?” I tapped my head. “But you were a fool to begin with, Chryxal. Your species can’t maintain the form long enough for you to pull it off. That’s why there are still changelings in the sewers.” I smirked and with my magic, pulled out a detonator. Chryxal arched a brow. The C-4 Bud had me plant in those green cocoons had been modified for long distant detonation.

“Bud had me plant C-4 in your cocoons underground. Without those, the changelings underground won’t be able to survive.” I said. Chryxal looked amused, but I wasn’t going to give him the time of day. Lightning struck the tower again, sparks showering around us as the changelings finally stopped flying around us and landed on the slippery roof. Frail wings must suck for them. But me and Bucky were still outnumbered. So, escaping to the roof wasn’t that bad of an idea.

“I see that fool has been doing his own research.” Chryxal said. The changeling prince chuckled. “Then by all means…go ahead.” I blinked. Was he… Is he tricking me? I shook away my confusion and glared at him.

“What are you going on about?” I asked. Chryxal smirked.

“Those cocoons mean nothing to us. They are merely preservatives for our meals.” I said nothing, letting the changeling prince continue. “Even you said so yourself. Changelings are neither pony nor insect. We are corrupt magic in the shape of beings.” He looked out to the city. “For centuries, we have planned our uprising. And what better way to do that then to take over the capital of the New Neighvarro Desert? Or as you fools call it, The Strip.” Bucky spat.

“So, that bastard had been lying? Go figure.” He said coldly. I darted my eyes in thought. If those cocoons were just preservatives… did that mean there were ponies in them? Living ponies? I bit my lip and looked at the detonator. I’ve only planted five C-4s in five cocoons. And when I had, I didn’t see anything that looked like anything was in them. The horned pony kicked me in the head. Right, Chryxal is a changeling. He’s just trying to trick me. I smirked.

“I doubt they really mean nothing to you.” I said. Chryxal looked unamused now. “Your tricks won’t work on me.” I pressed the trigger and Chryxal smirked.

“How are those chems working for you?” he asked. My eyes widened. Oh shit… The tower rumbled and I quickly looked out into the city. I was horrified. That bit of the underground was apparently the important part of Las Pegasus. And I watched as the ground crumbled and shook, the roads rising and buildings falling. Dear Goddesses, what have I done? All around us, the city was being destroyed from the underground. Chryxal laughed. “Naïve child. You should know full well that those Mint-als kills your brain cells. Why, I think the shot to the head actually wasn’t a complete loss either.”

I dropped the detonator, sitting on my rump and bowing my head. Even Bucky looked shocked. He then growled coldly before saying.

“Bud is a dead buck.” He said. Chryxal laughed again.

“The fools own greed and vanity has been a pain in my side for too long. So, why not get somepony to sabotage the city? Without the city, we changelings won’t have any food. The Family will be run out of The Strip. Mr. House would die by his own hooves. All this just for the city.” I can’t believe it. I was tricked. Bud tricked me into destroying the city so that he could take advantage of the confusion to get to Mr. House. He used me…. Me!

I grit my teeth. Din was chuckling even more. It was hard to ignore her. I’ve been a tool once again. I was stupid. So… stupid! Chryxal gave an amused hum.

“Aww, don’t look so sad, Courier. Why, think of it as your uprising too. Savior or Destroyer. Think about all the times you so valiantly jumped in to save the day. The promises you made. Have you’ve really been playing the hero? Or are you just a pony that called dibs on the land? Have you even stuck to those promises? You have yet to find Brick’s special pony. You have yet to take Goldenlee to save her dear friend from being shut down. You showed Sanity the true side of you when you burned all those zebra.” I bowed my head more, shaking.

“Shut up…” I said. But Chryxal continued.

“Have you’ve really been taking Iris everywhere? Or are you just keeping her to yourself?” he mocked.

“Shut up.” I said louder. But he still continued.

“My brother has told me all about you. Yes, a mare with a troubled past. Forgotten memories of her brother. Dear Comp has been… an excellent agent.” My heart beat loudly in my ears. Agent? Comp was an agent? No, he can’t be. The times he saved my ass was proof that he wasn’t an agent. I peeked out from under my hood.

“So… you erased his memories. Is that what you are trying to say?” I stood up. “You used Comp. Used him… but for what though? Against me? Against something else?” Chryxal chuckled.

“To study the ponies of today, of course. You and your family have been the perfect test subjects. As for Comp’s memories. I wouldn’t dream of erasing my poor heartbroken brother’s memories.” He reached into his suite and pulled out a memory orb, holding it up for us to see. “More like kept it as a souvenir. All thanks to your dear old man.” I bristled now. Dad…

“Dad… he had something to do with this?” I asked coldly. Chryxal snorted.

“Yes. He was the one who extracted my brother’s memories. I had to admit, the determination of the buck is admirable. Looks Death straight in the face and laughs. He willingly helped us, all for worthless bottle caps.” He nickered. “One might say he is a courier on the outside, but a cold hearted mercenary deep down in his heart.” Chryxal sighed as the rain picked up more. “Unfortunately, your father realized what we were planning and hurt mother in the process of escaping. I don’t take kindly to those who hurt my mother.” He glared at me.

“And after hearing him settling down to raise a family of five, I took it upon myself to make sure the offspring were as miserable as possible.” He smirked. “That is where Comp came in.” He pocketed the memory orb. “My brother had his memories extracted so we can give him one order. To keep in touch. And he has. But there was one problem.” Chryxal cleared his throat. “Comp is still a youngling. He struggled to shapeshift. So, being the caring brother I am, I found a pony that was perfect for him to change into.” My memory of Comp looking at me and telling me good luck popped back into my head. A courier cadet.

I was suddenly blasted in the head with memories. Cadet gone missing on delivery. Years passed. Still no sign of the cadet. Now claimed dead. Two ponies mourning in our hometown’s graveyard. And I felt… sad. Like I had just lost a best friend all those years. I winced in pain as more memories shot through me like a train. I remember… playing with the young colt. He was in my courier class. Cool attitude and bad boy personality. We hung out with Parasol, Lemon and a few other fillies and colts. And then he went missing.

I snapped out of my daze and looked at Chryxal. The changeling prince arched a brow.

“Why, Courier. I think I may have struck a chord in your own memory.” He said with an evil smirk. My eye was throbbing furiously now. Of course, how could I forget? I knew that colt. He was the only one… who ever really stood up for me. But then he went missing. And after him going missing, that is when the others tricked me… betrayed me… violated me. The only pony who I could call a true friend…

“You…” I glared at Chryxal. “You replaced a minority of Comp’s memories with his. The only pony who stood up for me when I was filly.” I took a step forward, swaying a little. “I thought he died… But I remember now. That’s why I forgot about him. I didn’t want to accept that he was dead. And after the others betrayed me…” The wind blew my hood off as I continued. “The reason I’m forgetting my past is due to childhood trauma.” Chryxal nodded.

“Can you really blame yourself for forgetting them?” he asked. I chuckled.

“No. I don’t blame myself. But I do know now who to put the true blame on.” I glared as coldly as I could manage. “The fucker who abandoned us.” I looked to Bucky.

“Bucky… I won’t let this happen to you. I’ll keep them distracted.” Bucky grit his teeth.

“I ain’t letting you go down by yourself, kid.” He said. I shook my head, unsheathing Compassion.

“Bucky. You and Alabaster are the key to winning. If your love is true, then we win. You just have to prove it to her.” I said. Chryxal scoffed.

“Don’t bother. What’s left of her is but a tiny fraction of love. It’s too late for you.” He looked out to the ruined city. As much as the rain was pouring, the sound of gunshots, screams and burning buildings and streets turned the city into an Armageddon. And all because of… survival. I devastated thousands of ponies, thousands of gang members, did what Bud asked. All for survival. Bucky was right. My dad passed on his survivor instincts to me.

And I hated him for it. This wasn’t the destructive tendency of a spirit. This wasn’t a means to take over the city. I’ve created war in the city… just to survive. I’m a Destroyer. I’m not a Savior. I am a bad pony. I blinked once and found myself facing a chained fire alicorn smiling at me.

“I knew you would come back to me.” Din said. I said nothing. Din flapped her chained wings once before speaking. “Dare you ask? Oh of course I shall. My power is yours. Oh, and vessel?” I looked at her. “Do be mindful of what you are doing. It’ll be a real bother to have to rebuild the land.” And with that, I blinked again and found myself surrounded by fire. Chryxal looked surprised. I grinned.

“I’m not going to have anymore of your talk, Chryxal. I intend to get Comp back, changeling or not. I plan to avenge my friend. And your mother?” I laughed. “Oh, I’ll enjoy watching your mother burn before your eyes.” Chryxal bristled.

“How dare you threaten my mother? I won’t stand it!” he shouted. I just snorted, giving him a smug smirk.

“Oh, but that’s not half of the things I want to do to you.” I said. I lifted Compassion, hovered the sword over my spectral fire mane and the aura of the sword was replaced by spectral fire. I pointed my sword at him. “I’ll keep killing you, over and over and over again.” I said slowly. Chryxal hissed and the changelings surrounding us leapt at me. Big mistake. I bucked my back and fire exploded around me, sending some of the changelings off of the roof. As more rushed me, I weaved through their swings, slicing them in retaliation. Lightning struck the tower again, more sparks raining down. Without thinking, I suddenly pulled out the strange energy weapon and the sparks seemed to be vacuumed into the battery.

I pulled the trigger and the energy beam was replaced by an amber beam. When a group of the changelings that got hit by the beam, they weren’t expecting to suddenly be set on fire while slowly disintegrating into goo. Sunny, I applaud you. I glanced quickly over to Bucky. Al Capony seemed to have finally snapped out of it and was staring at me in shock. Taking my eyes off them and back on the changelings, I smirked. My eyes fell onto a certain changeling that was still disguised as me. I took aim and fired at my changeling self.

The many times I’ve seen my copies die in brutal ways, it didn’t faze me at all to see my head be blown into fiery goo. Or maybe I was just in a mental state where I just didn’t care. Either way, I felt satisfaction run through me, seeing my head blown off like that. And that dress I was wearing was so not my style. As if like a chain reaction, I was suddenly surrounded by… my own companions. Goldnelee, Brick, Star, Iris and Sanity. They grinned evilly at me and took the opportunity of my hesitation to dog pile me.

I felt myself being beaten and bludgeoned by the changelings. I grit my teeth in anger. Using my friends to get the better of me is as low as you can go towards me. I roared, finding new found strength and heaving the changelings off of me. The changelings I threw off of me went flying off of the side of the tower. I wasn’t done just yet. I quickly galloped over to a group in the blink of an eye and stabbed a changeling, lifting it up as high as I could. I took aim with the battery weapon and blasted a few more changelings in front of me before swinging Compassion around and tossing the changeling on the blade towards Chryxal.

The changeling prince narrowed his eyes as he watched me slaughter his minions that were disguised as my friends. They saw that it was useless to try and get me to stop because I wasn’t stopping. But, inside my mind, I couldn’t help but feel disgusted with myself. Sure they weren’t my actual friends. But feeling that satisfaction with each kill, with each slice of my sword. I was laughing. I laughed as I decapitated one more changeling before the others stopped their attacks and backed away. Covered in green blood with a mix of small bits of goo, I found myself glaring at Chryxal.

“Tch. You’re pretty good.” He said. I smirked before aiming my battery weapon at him.

“I’m a courier after all.” I said. “You know? You’re right about one thing.” I tapped my head. “I’m pretty sure dad is proud of me at the moment. Destroying a city, fending off creatures that were mistakes, all for the sake of survival. Like father like daughter.” Chryxal grit his teeth, baring his fangs in the process.

“You… you would actually dare to destroy an entire populated region?” he asked coldly. I rubbed my chin.

“Well, dad set me up for the task anyway. So why the hell not?” I frowned now as I looked past him and at Bucky and Al Capony, looking serious at us. “However. I’m a pony with standards. While my dad is a complete ass, I forged my own road. Dad wants me to follow the road he took, but I won’t succumb to that. I’m a survivalist. But I’m nothing like my dad.” I heard Din hum amusedly as I felt the power leave me.

“And what about playing the tool? From what I’ve heard in the reports, you didn’t mind at all to be told what to do.” Chryxal said. I scoffed.

“I can be a hypocrite all I want too. The point of the matter is that either way you look at it, I win every single time.” I nodded slightly. “It’s what dear old dad wanted.” I smiled before pulling the trigger. Chryxal jerked back as I kept firing at him. Each blow making him stumble back. I pulled the trigger one last time and realized that I had drained the battery. Chrysal looked mutated in a sense. And what’s strange was my PipBuck is picking up a bit of radiation coming off of him. Chryxal, almost a flaming pile of green and amber goo, hissed at me.

“Fool! I cannot be killed! Nothing can kill a changeling!” he shouted. I looked back at the slaughtered changelings. They were slowly growing back limbs. Strange. The way I saw their regeneration process, it seemed to go twice as slow. When lightning struck the tower again and more sparks rained down, the idea hit me.

The rain. Someway or another, the rain was counteracting their mutations. No wonder Chryxal is still a moving pile of green and amber goo. Once again, karma was giving me a break. I smirked before looking back to Chryxal.

“Huh. The more you know, eh?” I said. My look told him I already knew and his eyes widened. Thanks to the slippery domed roof of the tower, Chryxal slowly but surely slid off, yelling and swearing as he fell.

“You think this is over!? Not by a long shot!” he shouted. I said nothing and looked at the remaining changelings that were still intact or slowly regrowing their limbs and missing parts. I walked over to Bucky and Al Capony.

“Well? Is it over?” Al asked weakly. I shook my head.

“He’s not dead. Neither are they. This is where you come in.” I said. “If your love for each other is true, then go for it. Exchange your vows. Show the world what kind of couple you are.”

“Now just a second.” A voice said. We looked to see Brick helping Kingpin over to us. The changelings parted away as my companions moved towards us, followed by some of the surviving members of The Family. Stiletto quickly rushed over to Al and they hugged.

“Oh, Alabaster. I’m so sorry for not seeing right away. I’m a terrible uncle.” He said. Al smiled and shook her head.

“None of you are at fault here.” She sighed. “It’s all my fault. I let that creature control my mind.” She turned to Bucky, looking sad. “Bucky… I’m so sorry… I didn’t realize that they left you for dead for three weeks…” Bucky smiled.

“No biggie. I’m just glad we made it in time.” He said.

“But what about the city?” Goldenlee asked, looking over at my destruction. I bowed my head.

“It was my idea to set them off.” I said. Everypony looked at me worriedly. “And yeah, I did get tricked into doing so. But the true reason was for survival.” I looked at them, feeling guilty for what I have done. “I was selfish again. I had always been selfish. For years, my dad had set out a road for me to walk. And when I thought I could finally stop walking, there was always something to put me back on the road.” I waved Compassion slowly, watching as the spectral flames create an effect with each movement. I looked at Kingpin.

“My dad gave you this sword so you can give it to me from him.” I sighed as I sheathed Compassion back into its sheath and the flames hissed. I gave a small laugh. “My dad is a complete ass.”

“What are you trying to say, Courier?” Star asked.

“I’m saying all my life I’ve been manipulated. My dad took advantage of my childhood trauma and… changed me.” I looked down at my hooves. “Chryxal he… brought back a certain memory about Comp.” It was strange. I was also remembering… others as well. My head began pounding and I winced. These memories. Were these the ones I’ve forgotten? The ones Mother Dandy said I didn’t want nothing to do with? My traumatic childhood must have been a hell of a bad one. I don’t remember… much sadness going on them. In fact, I’ve begun to only remember a couple of good memories. But the majority that were coming back were either sad or angry.

I sat on my rump hard and shook my head, rubbing it in the process. It hurts to remember.

“Courier?” I heard Sanity say. I looked at my companions painfully. Now, I chuckled. Not out of joy or sarcasm. This was more… disgust. Hate. My tone must have took them completely by surprise.

“Fuck me. I had a shitty childhood.” I rasped. I continued to chuckle. All this time, I thought I had changed. Changed to be a better pony. Followed the advice of my companions and ponies I’ve met on my delivery travels. But in reality, I hadn’t changed. Not one bit. All those self-realizations were just false hopes. It was myself that was telling me that I shouldn’t remember all the shit that had happened to me when I was a filly. I looked at my green and slightly amber mixed goo hooves, giving a small smile. I felt somepony put a hoof around me. But I didn’t care who did.

I am a bad pony to the very core. I was suddenly blinded by a bright light and the sound of a roar that was all too familiar. I shielded my eyes and looked up to see a Vertibuck hovering over us with a spot light shining down on me. No, not one, but three Vertibucks. Each had their spot lights shined down onto me. Groups of Enclave landed gracefully on the slippery roof and had their energy rifles pointed at us, a majority of them pointing at me. I narrowed my eyes.

“Hey, Kingpin? I don’t remember you inviting the Enclave.” I said without glancing at the gang head. Kingpin growled.

“That’s because the lowlifes invited themselves.” He said. Two Enclave walked forward and stood in front of me. When their helmets retracted, I noticed Cloudwing looking grim and pale. The other pegasus he was standing next to had scars and had buzz shaved his mane. The pale red pegasus looked at me and I saw that he had been scarred at the eye. It jagged from the top of the lid down to his cheek, the eye nothing but a juicy hollow ball. He smirked as he looked at us and then at the changelings.

“I guess we came at just the right moment.” He said. I snorted.

“Then you have shitty timing. The city is partially destroyed, changelings are running loose and the only way to beat them and save this city is through the marriage of Bucky and Al Capony.” I said. The scarred pegasus looked impressed.

“You still host weddings down here? Impressive. I figured you savages were just like rabbits without a care in the world.” I stood up, swaying a bit. I had noticed something looming just behind one of the Vertibucks.

“You know what? You are right. This is perfect timing.” I smirked and unsheathed Compassion. “Kingpin. Start the wedding.” Right on cue. In a blink of an eye, one of the Vertibucks suddenly twirled and spun, crashing into the other one and exploding on impact. The surprised Enclave scrambled out of the way along with the changelings that had gotten too close. The dark figure with glaring red eyes loomed taller than the tower. The last Vertibuck open fired at the figure. A gigantic hoof suddenly lashed out and swatted the Vertibuck straight into a building below. Chryxal, now a colossal changeling, growled at me. Yet, Cloudwing and the scarred pegasus didn’t scatter with the others.

“Gentlecolts? Say hello to the fucker that eats pony emotions while killing them.” I said as I stepped in between them. Chryxal hissed.

“I said it was not over!” he roared as he slammed a hoof on the side of the roof, making it shake. Cloudwing seemed unamused as he spoke.

“You always bring trouble with you.” He said. I snorted.

“Not like you were helping either, pretty boy.” I said sarcastically. “But I’m guessing you Enclave didn’t come here from the ‘goodness’ of your hearts or ‘we protect ponies’ motto.” Goddesses, I felt like a complete bitch now. But with me suddenly remembering a lot of shitty things, could you really blame me for being so cold hearted at the moment? The scarred pegasus seemed amused by me saying that.

“Yet, you Wastelanders don’t understand when we say we shall protect the ponies of tomorrow.” He said. I laughed at the buck.

“Oh please, enlighten me ‘oh great protector’.” I said smugly. However, Chryxal wasn’t having any of it. In reaction, we quickly moved out of the way as he brought a hoof down where me and the two Enclave once stood. I glanced to see that Kingpin had already began to sermon. Now, to buy them enough time. I conjured three copies and had two of them go support the two Enclave, keeping the third one with me. Chryxal drew back and his horn glowed. An emerald beam shot out at me and my copy, but we danced around it.

Chrxsal hissed and reared back, but suddenly jerked away after a loud bang reached my ears. I looked and saw that Goldenlee had her anti-material rifle aimed at the changeling. She smiled and winked at me. Star and Brick were suddenly next to me, firing at the colossal creature with their own weapons. I smiled, but it was short lived. The normal changelings began sneaking up on us and one had grabbed me. I managed to slip out of the grasp, but two more rushed forward, only to be mowed down by sub-machine gun fire.

I looked over and saw Chester, Heart and Bell by the roof’s doorway. Heart smiled as she lowered her sub-machine gun. Chester cocked his head.

“Now, Sixteen. You know to never start a party without us.” He said. I smirked and motioned at the changelings.

“Think you can wow them?” I asked. Chester stood up on his hind legs, cracking his neck before bowing.

“My friends, I will blow them away with my show. But I do need a lovely volunteer, if you would be so kind?” he looked at my sister, who seemed nervous at first, but then sighed in defeat.

“Alright, fine.” She said. Chester clopped his hooves together and faced the changelings.

“Come one, come all, to the magnificent show in all of Equestria!” Chester had projected his voice. “That’s right, for tonight is a big night. But my, I do believe my audience has been rather rude as of late. Oh well, let’s remedy this.” I looked away from the clown courier. I didn’t really have to worry about them. Knowing those two, they could pull off a lot of shadow illusions. And whatever they did certainly grabbed the attention of the lesser changelings. That left me to be suddenly picked up by Iris and flown off of the roof with Cloudwing and the scarred pegasus, who were also carrying my copies. Chryxal roared as we flew by, swiping at us with a hoof.

But Iris and the others skillfully dodged it and flew a certain distance away from the tower. We were soon hovering over the main plaza and we waited for Chrysal to head in our direction. It had worked and the changeling prince hissed.

“Annoying little flies!” he roared. Iris smirked and made a little buzzing sound with her mouth before laughing and dodging a swipe. My hooves dangled under me as Iris flew in as close as she could.

“Do you see anything that could be a weakness?” Iris asked. I squinted my eyes. The rain made it hard to tell. Oh wait, the rain! I racked my head and looked at Iris.

“It’s around us. We just have to injure the bastard and wait for the wedding to finish.” I said. Iris arched a brow.

“You sure two ponies getting married will kill him?” she asked as she dodged another swipe. I shook my head.

“Not kill. Overfeed. Remember what I said?” Based on her blank look, that was a no. “Somepony told me that we can’t kill a changeling, but we can overfeed it. Put them back to sleep.” Iris blinked and smiled.

“Like hibernation?” she asked. I smiled in reply.

“And you don’t think of yourself smart.” I teased. Iris smiled back.

“I try.” She said as she suddenly flew up now. Chryxal was in apparent frustration that he kept missing us with every swipe. He reared back and the emerald beam came close to nearly frying Iris’s tail. The tip sizzled slightly and she frowned before picking up speed. When Chryxal landed back on all fours, that was my time to strike. Iris was high enough and hovered over exactly where I wanted to be dropped.

“Okay, drop me.” I said. Iris blinked.

“Are you nuts?” she said. I gave her my I’m-not-kidding look and she shook her head. “No, I’ll get you closer.” But I didn’t give her time.

“Sorry about this then.” I said as I took my tail and brushed her special spot under her wing. She gasped in surprise, flushing brightly at the sudden touch. But it was enough to let go of me. With Compassion in my teeth, I spread my hooves out, slowing my decent. Chryxal, thankfully, shifted slightly, trying to go for Cloudwing and my copy. I quickly lashed out a hoof and held on for dear life through a hole in his horn as he moved around. I grit my teeth, feeling my hooves slip a little.

“Din! I need to borrow your power a little more!” I said over the roaring thunder and rain. Din snorted in my mind.

“Not like you’ve been using it at will before. I’ve already given you a fraction of my power. I’m not a fool.” I blinked and racked my brain again. Of course. Why am I forgetting these things? I focused on myself and I felt warm now. I grabbed Compassion with my magic from my teeth and held the sword under my spectral flaming tail. Taking the sword, now covered in spectral fire, I swung once and the sword sliced the horn piece above me. It was a good chunk, but it wasn’t the whole horn. Chryxal roared in pain. The inequine scream of the changeling rattled my metal bones as I climbed down the remaining horn.

Finally planting my hooves on his head, I made my way towards the face. I bit down on the hair, tasting what I would guess to be something similar to radroach. I tried my best not to gag. As I crawled slightly towards his back, I noticed my radiation meter on my PipBuck was moving dangerously close to the yellow. Dammit, Chryxal is a giant walking creature that is covered in radiation! But I pressed on. I reached into a small pouch in my duster to where I had stuffed the Rad-Away I had found in the med-kit that was in the sewers.

Biting down on the pouch and taking a gulp of the bag, I had finally reached his back. Or where his head then neck then back is. I smirked, rising Compassion over my head as high as I could with my magic and with as much force I could manage, brought Compassion down. The sword slid in all the way to the hilt guard. My PipBuck clicked again. The minor radiation I was being exposed to wasn’t bad. But I knew I couldn’t stay on the changeling for long.

So, I did the only thing any normal pony would do in a situation like this. I whopped in joy as I jumped and slid down the back of his neck. The rain made his leather like skin so slippery, that I could practically skate my way down. I zig-zagged down the changeling, the green irradiated blood of the changeling flowing out and behind me. When I reached his back, I slid a few feet before breaking into a gallop, still dragging Compassion along the skin of the changeling. I glanced at my radiation meter, seeing that it was still in the green but halfway to yellow.

I almost lost my footing when Chryxal suddenly reared back, roaring in pain. I was now sliding down towards the burning city below me. I furrowed my brows as I reached his tail and found myself flying off of the changeling prince. Thank Goddesses for Iris’s wing power. Iris had caught me as if she was carrying me and flew as fast as she could away from the changeling. I had done what was needed. Cloudwing and the scarred pegasus flew down the changeling’s back with my copies firing the energy rifles at the long gash I had created, keeping the wound open.

I grit my teeth. What was taking those two so long? As if on cue, a loud explosion sounded and a bright pink aura grew from the tower and expanded over the burning city. Chryxal hissed, backing away.

“No! NOOOOOO!” he roared. When the aura passed by me and Iris, I felt… strange. The feeling was like… being in love all over again. Unfortunately, that feeling lasted for only a heartbeat and we watched the changelings and Chryxal being forced away from the city. The aura expanded further out now and it sent the changelings flying into the distance of the Equestrian Wasteland. And just like that, it was over.

I sighed with relief. My ears twitched at the sound of gunshots and hollering from below. It was still raining, the city was destroyed, but the fire was gone and all that remained was smoke. I looked at Iris and smiled. She returned my look. That feeling. It felt so… strange. Yet, so real. And even though it lasted for a heartbeat, I knew that it was real. They had done it.

Two gang heads that were once savages of the Wasteland were now married into this desolate and poisoned land. And they made it true throughout Equestria. Iris sighed and gave me a guilty look.

“Courier… please don’t be mad at me. I had no idea it was you. I honestly thought so.” She bit her lip before sighing. “I err... had a little moment with your fake.” I blinked and looked at her. She quickly spoke. “In my defense, I didn’t know it was you. I mean it. So… I’m sorry if I hurt you.” I suddenly found myself giving her an amused look.

“Well, was she better at it than me?” I asked. Iris looked confused at my sudden reply.

“I… errr… huh?” she asked. I sighed.

“I’m asking was she better at sex than me?” I repeated. Iris frowned.

“To be honest… it wasn’t really… satisfying. And she made me go into these weird positions too that were killer on my neck.” I found myself laughing and Iris flushed. “W-what’s so funny?” I took a moment to calm myself before looking at her, stifling giggles every now and then.

“Well then. We are going to have to remedy that sometime.” I said. Iris’s ears perked up, but I quickly put a hoof to her mouth. “But on one condition. If you can make it for a full thirty minutes without making a sound, then I’ll forgive you. Make a sound and I’ll have to punish you further until you pass out.” I tickled her chin with the tip of my hoof. Iris flushed but smiled.

“We are the strangest couple to pony kind.” She said. I shook my head.

“We aren’t the worst of it.” I said. Iris leaned in for a kiss, but I quickly blew gently on her mouth and she looked confused. “Uh-uhn. You get nothing from me until I punish you for it.” I watched my pretty cool mare flush even more brightly with mixed expressions on her face as we flew back to the tower. As amusing to watch her struggle with this, I nuzzled her cheek, thankful that at least she knew in her heart that it wasn’t me.

Besides. She said so herself that no other mare could satisfy her like I do.

Footnote: New Content Added: Level Cap Increased. Level Up!

Perk Added: Rad-mare: With the Rad-mare perk, you gain a +30 Rad Res. when exposed to minor or mild levels of radiation.