Fallout: Equestria - Rising Dawn

Chapter 10 - Never Work Alone

Chapter 10

Never Work Alone

"Don't you dare think about going there without me. We never. Work. Alone."

Dew Drops and I worked side by side, digging our hooves and tools into the machinery that jutted out of the long hall's steel wall. I finished lubing up the hydraulic water diverter and reached for a wrench to tighten its bolts. But it slipped from my hooves and clattered to the floor. It took more than my magic alone to tighten one of those things, and that mess wasn't really helping.

Industrial grease was made to lube up machinery, not people. You could've slid my entire body horn-first up a centaur's ass if you tried, and the bastard wouldn't have even broken a sweat.

"Fuck."

Dew Drops spared me a quick glance over her shoulder as she reconfigured the pressure control system to my right. She chuckled, glad that she wasn't me before returning to her work, her clean hooves clacking loudly against the terminal's keyboard.

"Didn't you bring any towels?" she asked, still staring into the terminal screen.

I swung my head to my saddlebags with my hooves crossed. Then I saw that all our towels were bathed in grease. So were my bags.

'Nice.'.

I sighed, muttering, "Yes ..."

She didn't even have to look to know that they were all dirty.

"Any degreaser?"

My left forehoof came to tap my PipBuck's controls. But I stopped myself at the last moment, glaring at the sticky black hoof that hovered over my PipBuck's glowing, teal screen.

'Nope.'

Didn't want to grease up my PipBuck too. Celestia knew that an unlubed PipBuck might be the only thing stopping me from slipping down a poopy, pony-sized pipe.

I figured I'd check my inventory the old-fashioned way. Not like it mattered. My bags were as dirty as I was, anyway. I pulled them close and rummaged through them, tossing our slick towels against the wall and fumbling for the rest.

My ears drooped.

"I think I left it in the supply room," I murmured, face hoofing. "Fuck," I swore under my breath at the slimy guck that clung to my face and swore some more when I peeled my greasy hoof from my face.

"Fuck!" I snapped, jumping to my hooves and – "Shit!" I slipped on a black skid and flopped on my belly.

I was going to need a new swear jar.

I stood up on my hinds, glaring at the black Red Dawn shaped puddle of goo that was splattered across the floor.

"Great – just great!" I groaned. "You know what – I don't even care anymore. I don't care!" I cried, lathering the black goo all over my chest.

I actually cared immensely.

Dew Drops finally glanced her head over at the squishing sounds I was making with my wet jumpsuit.

"Hold on a 'sec." She tapped her keyboard one at time and gave me her full attention. "Do that again – but slower this time," she grinned, winking at me.

I swiped at her muzzle with a greasy hoof instead.

"H-hey!" she giggled, wrinkling her nose.

I sighed, plopping down on my rump. "I wonder why the MAS didn't just make a greaser talisman or something."