Title:           raider anon
Author:          QuietResolutions
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First Edit:      Friday 30th of September 2016 10:29:17 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 30th of September 2016 10:29:17 PM CDT

>After telling them all a very watered down version of the battle of troy, the boss waves you over
>From the pissed off look, he didn’t look to pleased with your plan
>Even though you were pretty desensitized by everything at this point, you felt a tinge of nervousness as you walked up to the boss
>His piss-yellow coat and brown mane were level with your green skin and… lack of hair
>His angry look doesn't waver as you two look eye to eye
>“That was the single most… best fucking plan i've ever heard! Come here you tall fucker!”
>He grapples you and gives you a rough noogie
>You wince at his rough horseplay [spoiler]carlos.png[/spoiler]
>The other raiders watch in utter bewilderment
>”Dude, thats fucked…”
>One of them say aloud
 
AT THE GATES OF ONVILL
 
>Two of your raider buddies are dragging along a massive cart with a tarp being buried by random junk and goods like water, food, and weapons
>They are disguised as wandering merchants
>They are slowly approaching the gate with cart in tow
>A few meters from the tarp, a blinding spotlight is shone on them
>They wince, holding up their hooves
>”Who are you and what is your purpose for visiting Onvill!”
>A magically amplified voice commands atop of the walls
>It was from a mare if the tone was anything to go off of
>Snitch, your band's most slimy sweet talker speaks
>“Me and my friend here, Radiant Storm here are sales ponies! Celebrating the two-hundredth anniversary of this nation’s destruction, we've saw it fit to celebrate with a big blow out sale! That means all of our goods, have a 50% discount, one day only!”
>The guard's voice is now a little less abrasive now
>”Is that so? What do you two have for sale, if you don't mind me asking?”
 
 
 
>Snitch smirks
>”Oh, not at all my sweet lady! We’ve got all sorts of things: food, clean water, guns, ammo, potions, and all kinds of junk!”
>Though the only thing visible from the guard was her silhouette, her posture seemed to glow suddenly
>”Would you happen to have a copy of Daring-Do and the Amulet of Serra?”
>Snitch raises a brow before turning to his companion
>“Hey ‘Radiant’, could you get that book for me?”
>Her real name was ‘Blistering Ivy’, and she nodded heading over to the pile
 
…
>You and the band sat silently under the hidden tarp
>All armed with various weapons, and covered head to hoof, or in your case ‘toe’, in crude metal armor
>Some of the ponies were barely keeping in their excitement as your plan was working so far
>Quietly, the sound of hoofsteps were approaching
>A hoof tapped you on the head
>”I need a fucking book, quick!”
>From its tone, it was Ivy
>One of the raiders hands you a old cooking book
>You quietly rip off the front and back cover
“Say the covers fell off, but the print is still good!”
>You hand it to her
>”Got it, thanks Monkey Dick!”
 >You forgot she gave you that name
>Must have been from those lonely, estrus-fueled nights, when she would go to your cage and fuck you senseless
>Now looking back on it, you weren't sure if it was rape, or if you consented
>Whatever it was, you quickly had a very lewd thought about her pale orange horse pussy around your dick, as she smothered you with her greasy purple mane
>You push the thought out of your head
>The boss nudges you, smiling
>”Good job so far, Bitch-Boy!”
>You didn’t dare giving that name’s history a thought
>The cart jerks forward
>It's happening!
>Now you all only had to wait for the signal
 
 
>You heard the metal screech of rusted cog wheels turn as the massive doors opened
>Through a small crack in the cart’s paneling you saw as the cart passed the doors and then were closed behind you
>You can't believe it fucking worked
‘Why didn’t they search the cart?’ you thought to yourself
>No matter the reason your hand waited atop a lever
>The cart stopped in front of what looked like a pre-war boutique
>This must be the town center
>You saw as eager ponies approached the cart from all sides, with bags plump with golden bits
>You saw Blistering Ivy step atop the cart
>The guard which seemed to share the same rough outline from the gate bounded over to Snitch
>”So, can I buy that book from ya now?”
>>”Oh yeah sure! But I've got a question for you, sweetie…”
>“Yes, whatever question you have I can answer for you!”
>Here it fucking comes
>You grip the lever
>”Where can I fuck some whores!”
>Catching her off guard, Snitch equips a dagger and disembowels the mare
>You pull down the lever
>Each side of the cart gives away and a machine gun lifts up from next to you to a waiting Ivy
>Pulling off the tarp the boss pulls out his revolver
>”FUCK SOME WHORES!”
>You all get to work as Blistering Ivy sprays the crowd with hot lead