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Here it is. The long Overdue continuation of ”I've met the maiden”:grimmyweirdy.deviantart.com/ar…


An image I've been wanting to do for a long time.


As last time: its Story time below:



”No way that happened...”

”I'm telling you. Rainbow friking Dash.”

I laughed … And then i struggled to contain my hiccups for a while, How many bottles had I had by now.

There were one … two … four … Was I seeing double? Or triple?

I was trying to get my head around what was going on in my life. I was currently sitting in the middle of the barren wastes, sharing stories and bottles with one of the most legendary mares in the wasteland.

At least i though I was. Maybe my head was playing trix on me? Maybe I had finally succumb to dehydration out on these barren plains.

I looked over and noticed my canteen hanging from the hilt of my sword. Yep … empty.

Drink every other water... That was the trick when consuming whiskey en mass. Maybe I had simply started drinking the whiskey out of desperation when the dehydration kicked in?

I vaguely noticed the other sword, tilting out besides mine. A blade that just made my rusty cutlass seem puny. Maybe we had fenced at one point.

We had done a lot of things at some point. We played a little drinking game, I lost, threw upp, then tried again. Lost again. Gave up. Fell into her embrace.

The sweet embrace of death.

Some had always told me that the reaper would be carrying a scythe. Not a blade that seemed like it was made of star-shine, A blade whose metal shone spotless in the night.

Was it even the same night as before? My perception of time was as distorted as everything else distorted. I felt like we had bee talking for days. I have heard that time slows down as you are dying. Allowing you to see your life flash before you.

Maybe I was dying? I sure felt like I had consumed a lethal amount of alcohol.

Maybe she really was an angel of death? Maybe she had come to take me away to wherever stallions like me go when we pass. Maybe we were simply reliving each others lives before the final journey?

One thing's for sure though. I never thought death would be so gentle. Not with such an augmented mare.


She was like nothing I had ever seen.

She had armored plates covering most of her body. But the plates were attached directly to her body, like if they were growing out of her skin. And her shin was intricate network of fiber and synthetic's so finely woven that i could not tell where flesh ended and metal begun. she wasn't just augmented. She was like an entirely different life-form. Otherworldly.

And the story she told me was, just like her, unimaginable. She held me close as she laughed and cried through her tale. Ive never seen metal that could bent that way. I could see feathers white as snow growing straight out of the metalized wing-bone. And the metal itself felt warm to the touch, almost like it had a pulse.

Her grip was unshakable without being crushing. I did not try to get away. I would not have been able to even if i wanted. I guess that's a proper metaphor for death, when things comes around.

Maybe she was trying to ease me into my passing? By letting me know that I, for all the hardships life in this wasteland had given me, they were at least not as bad as hers.

I watched as she finished yet another bottle of Black Applejack's, and pulled out another bottle of Wild Pegasi from her tarnished robe. I had no idea where she was getting all these bottles from. She was like a walking Whiskey plant.

If she was even here that was. Maybe it was just me enptying my load of Whiskey down my own throat in a wild hallucination.

Whiskey ...

I looked down at the bottles beside my hooves.

”OH shit – These bottles were supposed to be delivered to a clerk in Junktown.” I laughed.

”He is going to be so pissed.”

Beside me, Blackjack laughed as well.

”Do a 99” she said ”and don't think about it.”

”I cant stop thinking about it.” I mumbled. ”Have to … get to … Junktown.”

I begun a fruitless struggle against her iron grip.

”Have ... stuff to do ... There are … ponies … Zebras … Waiting for me … I cant … let them wait.
I cant ... fail them."

Blackjack shifted her position, and eased her grip. I fell. Face first onto the empty bottles below me.

I looked up at her. Surpiced that she had released me.

Was death letting me go?

Her red eyes gave me a hard trying look. And a smile.

”You are one stubborn zony.” she said. ”Risking your life making this trip through the barren waste. Why? For caps? For a few bottles of whiskey?”


I sighed.


”I don't know. Its just that … people are relying on us currier's. Ponies and zebra alike. We carry more then just whiskey you know. Ponies between here and there are trusting me to make the journey, delivering their small packages. People back home are relying on me to make it back, carrying whatever news I hear out in the world. If not for us willing to wander the waste, there be no contact with the outside. And without contact... how can we ever learn to trust each other any more then we trust the raiders?

Darn … I sounded preachy again.

Blackjack raised an eyebrow.

”Besides … Its a good way to see the world … To meet new” I looked at her ”Ponies.”

She looked at me, then at the bottle in her … Paw? A weird gripping thing had folded out of her hoof, allowing her to hold her bottle in a few small rods she called fingers.

She finished the remainder of the bottle in one gulp.

”I'm telling you. If you ever find your way out to the Hoof. Ask for a small settlement named Chapel. There are some good ponies there. … real good … ”

She sighed, hiccupped, sighed again, and looked at her bottle.

”Just … Be sure to bring a lot of caps. Cause the owner of the general store, despite what her name might imply, does not do charity.”

She stared out into the wasteland. Her face growing distant. Somber with memories.

The hoof, was that town even still standing?

”Did you really save the Hoof?” I asked

Something twitched in her lip

"Nopony can save the world" she said. Her eyes growing distant. "not alone."

"but you did right? ... you and your friends?"

there was a pause before she answered.

”Yeah … we did … At least I like to believe that.”

Her demeanor lowered, and for a moment there, this mare, in all her augmented awe, looked so frail So brittle. Like a single gust of wind would cause her to snap like a twig.

I tried to stand beside her, at an utter loss for words. I saw her begun to shiver, as she covered her face in her hooves. Not wanting me to see her sob.

Against all better judgement, I reached out a hoof, and touched her shoulder.

”Its … Not your fault” I whispered, not knowing what else to say.

Before I could react, her wing was back around me. She pulled me close with such speed that I slammed into her. And we toppled over.

And we tumbled to the ground. The sobs changed to laughter. And when we came to a stop., there was a big smile on her face again.

I was just trying not to throw up on her face. I could feel my own stripes turning green from the joyride.

She had landed on her back. And I ended up on top of her, (in an almost compromising position)

”Well … this is familiar” she said with a sly smile.

My face turned from greed to red.

”Which part? The one where there is a striped stallion on top of you? or the one where you have your knee between my legs.” I said.

”Both.” She said, before realizing that her leg really was aiming for my groin.

”Ups, sorry.”

She removed her hoof, allowing me to shift over from the uncomfortable position.

There was no way I could take advantage of the situation. She could probably break me from any position, and I was way to drunk to function properly.

I fumbled around. My hooves not wanting to walk anymore. The eyes were beginning to get realy hard to keep open. And the ground had never looked so soft.

I vaguely heard her joke about how drunk I was.

”Oh … I'm supposed to be the drunk one?” I shot back ”How much did you even drink?” and what was that trick you did with that bleach bottle?

”Oh – just a trick that my friend once taught me.”

”How are you even still alive?”

”Alicorn liver” she answered ”that shit's like titanium, In my case, perhaps even literally.”

”No, I mean ...” I fumbled for my train of though, I seemed to have gone on without me.
” … In general.”

”Oh!”

”You should like have died … like … A million times over.”

”Who says I didn't?”

Silence fell between us as I just stared at her.

”Oh.”

Then i asked what has got to be the most stupid question of my life (i blame the liqur)

”Whats it like?”

The silence continued, as she stared back at me.

Something stirred beneath her cybernetic eyes. Something dark. Her whole face seemed to blacken. I though for sure i had sealed my fate this time. And all i could think in my drunken stupor was: bring it on Angel of death. I am ready. Take me.

She did not take me. She just gestured to herself. This beautiful and terrible maiden of augmented death that she was.

” … Do you really want to know?”

Somehow. That question punched straight through my drunken stupor, and struck somewhere deep inside me. Something that stirred my instincts for survival.

” … No.”

I had to avert my gaze.

Before I knew it. I was back in her wings.

”Its ok” she said in my ear. ”Just do a 99...”

”... And don't think about it” I finished.

She kissed me on the cheek. And used her wings to lower me onto the ground.

My whole body was like jelly. Barren rocks had never looked so soft.

Sleep took me like a comforting blanket. But before what was left of my consciousness faded from reality. I asked one last question.

”Wait … Just what does your cutie mark stand for?”

She leaned in close.

”What does yours, Grim?” she asked, and kissed me on the lips.


Touche.

I don't know what magic she used, but I felt like the deadly dose of Whiskey was being sucked out of me, and I half vomited it all up into her mouth.

As she broke the kiss. I think I heard her whisper:


”Thank you … For listening.”


As I rolled back into unconsciousness, I could not help but wonder over all that I had heard, as it replayed itself again and again in my head.. A story is bound to get exaggerated after its been told a couple of hundred times. Especially when its that kind of story that is shared over a couple of whiskey bottles around a campfire.

Who knows? Perhaps one day our children's children will tell the story of how blackjack went to the moon to fight a soul eating dragon made of starmetal from space?

That night, I simply dreamt about the time that I sat up drinking with the queen of whiskey.


Note: Like last time – I expect only those who have read Fallout Equestria: Project horizons will fully understand what they are referencing in their conversation.


Song:

(sung to the tunes of ”Sitting up drinking with general Lee” Think what you will about the song, but its the one I wrote these lyrics to:) youtu.be/F1lDWoIJpOY


Taking a trip with my old cart, out riding cross the waste.

I looked upon a hill, and saw something through the haze.

I got a gimps of an auged* up mare, polishing her sword.

Yes I saw the maiden of the stars. Sitting on the fore.


(* note: Auged = short for Augmented)


I pulled up on the hill and saw a whiskey plant out back.

She invited me to sit with her and share some Applejack's

he had a blood red mane, with pitch black stain, blowing in the wind.

She said ”Save your caps for the journey son, cause the Hoof shal rise again.”

ref:
And Black – y – Jack, did not like, that Sanguine, not one bit.

Security saves ponies, and she doesn't take no shit.

We've been talking about the Hoof and how old times used to be.

And I've been, sitting up drinking with - The Queen of Whiskey.


We talked about the reapers, and the remnants, and the brood.

And some thirteen other factions that had spawned out from the hoof.

As she took another swing of her wild pegasi whiskey.

She said ”That prophecy don't mean a goddes darn thing to me.”


She spoke about her friends and how they always fought so brave.

And stuck with her through think and thin, though many lives they gave.

She struggled to save everypony in that cursed town.

She stood up for her cause, and never once did she back down.


Ref: And Black - y – Jack, did not like, that Lighthooves, not one bit.

Security saves ponies, and she doesn't take no shit.

We've been talking about the Hoof and how old times used to be.

And I've been, sitting up drinking with - The Queen of Whiskey.


Well it was two a clock am, and the fire was getting low.

So I thanked her for out talk, though it was time for me to go.

While walking to my cart, I turned to thank her once again.

But the lot was bare, there was nothing there, but rock and dirt and sand.


Was it my imagination playing with my head?

I remember hearing clearly every single word she said.

Every movement every gesture, every tear that her heart shed.

(But the i Realized.)

That her dream is still alive even if her body's dead.


Yes Black – y – Jacks memory lives on in the Hoofing strain

Along with all her friends who fought and died out in the rain.

Jack was a mare with tons of courage, a hero worth every dime.

She was a mare of determination, she was a mare from 99.


And black - y - jack, did not like, Cognitum, not one bit.

She was a savior and she knew it, and she didn't take no shit.

She said son I have got, many stories to tell.

Legate and his brood can kiss my ass and burn in hell.


We've been talking about the hoof and how old times used to be.

And I've been, Sitting up drinking with – The Queen of Whiskey.


Drink em up.


Perk attained: Party animal. (Rank one)

Description: You can drink with the best of them.
But you have a long way to go before you reach legendary status.

Effect: The positive effects of alcohol last twice as long.

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