Derpy Accidentally a Portal Gun IV: Tetralogy
Admiral Biscuit

The first thing she did when she got back home was smash the marzipan portal gun into tiny little bits. Then she unstrapped all the new weapons she’d acquired, stacking them neatly in the secret closet compartment. Her scarf would have to be washed, and then taken to Rarity for mending, although the bullet holes did add a little bit of character to it. Maybe she’d have Rarity leave one in, for posterity.

She pulled off the tactical vest—it looked like it might fit Chell, if she ever needed one—and hung it up; the shirt she’d been wearing under it was only suitable for burning.

Her stomach was grumbling, so on her way by the kitchen, she floated a muffin out of the basket to nibble on. Hopefully, she wasn’t going to have any more days like this one, at least not in the near future.

Author's Notes:

Pre-read by metallusionismagic, AShadowOfCygnus, and Shachza.

Story notes, and a picture of a horse with a Browning machine gun, HERE