THE
NEXT AFTERNOON
A
lone Earth pony stallion walked into Fort Jethro he trotted down the
street with deliberate purpose towards a smelly and dingy building
labeled 'BANK' his bulging, muscular legs rippled as he pushed the
door open., raised a minigun grafted to his shoulder. "ALRIGHT
EVERYPONY!" He yells, firing a few rounds into the wall as a
warning. "HAND OVER YOUR CAPS OR YOU EAT A MACHINE GUN
SANDWICH!" Several ponies screamed and a lone Pegasus mare
jumped through a

Dusk
walked through the ancient abandoned train yard, looking around at
the empty skeletons that once could house hundreds of ponies at a
time. She giggled a bit as she let out a loud, raucous belch, patting
her belly, which was stuffed with a raider mare who was crying and
begging for help. Her belly was the only part about her that was fat.
Every other part of his screamed muscularity. Her legs were muscular
and strong, her flank was toned yet perfectly curved, and her wing
muscles were bulgin

Dusk’s
Wasteland – Introduction
Dusk
stumbled through what used to be a train yard, leaving droplets of
blood on the ground as he limped through the wreckage of old train
cars, fuel tanks and the occasional tattered tent. He was bleeding
heavily from his left flank, which was causing him to limp on that
side, and he had several other cuts along his sides as well as bullet
holes through his wings.
Smax
hears the clatter of hooves approaching his campsite and readies his
Pulse rifle. T