And so, when Littlepip spots a campfire close by, she decides its the best option she’s got. Upon arriving at the camp, she finds a pony in chains, and quickly realises she has made a terrible mistake - this camp belongs to a band of Slavers, and she’s walked straight into their trap!
And another unicorn too. Shell fetch a pretty price, this one.
Fetch a price for what? And from whom?
The one holding the shovel-spear in his mouth mumbled something incomprehensible. Then, apparently deciding the gun was sufficient deterrent, spat out his weapon and re-iterated, By the Go… I mean, look at her! I think shes taken a bath!
I was suddenly and bizarrely aware of how filthy all four of the ponies were, and how foul they smelled. I managed to cover a gag with a sneeze.
Whats going on? I asked. Of the emotions battling for supremacy in my head, confusion had clawed its way to victory.
The captive unicorn finally succeeded in pulling the filthy gag free. Theyre slavers, you idiot.
(Extract from Chapter 2 of Fallout: Equestria by Kkat.)