@Mixtape15
Nice story

@Mixtape15
Ok this has been the nicest thing I have read all day.

Thanks.

@Background Pony #726A
>be me, wasteland scavenger
>floating between trading posts
>middle of literal bumfuck nowhere
>get hungry
>get lucky enough to find a gas station to rest at
>no raiders, no (giant) bugs, perfect
>check the convenience store out of habit
>picked clean, of course
>couple bottle caps on the floor though
>check behind the counter
>an enclave soldier sitting behind the counter
>jump back in fear
>prepare to die
>silence
>peek over the counter
>the pegasus is unmoving and surrounded by a blood puddle
>power armor is still intact
>Cha-ching!
>head back behind the counter to get that expensive armor
>take helmet off
>it’s a mare
>badly bruised forehead from knocks to the helmet by something
>she’s actually quite pretty
>reach to unlatch the chest piece
>hear a faint wheeze
>holy shit she’s still alive
>do I save her?
>what if she wakes up and tries killing me
>back away, preparing to leave her
>think about what mom used to tell me
>”the world would be a much better place with ponies who care”
>fuck it
>jab her with a shot of trusty med-x and hoist her on my back
>earthpony_strength.exe
>carry her a good couple hours, stopping every now and then to pour a healing potion down her throat to keep her breathing
>make it to the next town
>bring her to local doctor
>he nearly has an aneurysm
>convince him to help her
>charisma 8 moment
>few days pass
>been staying by her side
>her armor is shredded, had to cut it off her in some areas
>she wakes up
>subsequently freaks the fuck out
>manage to convince her she’s not in danger
>She calls me a mud slinger
>I call her a bird brain
>she stammers a small grin
>getting somewhere
>get to talking
>she starts to understand ground ponies aren’t what the enclave told her
>even starts to trust the doctor gradually
>tells me she escaped a manticore attack on her scouting party
>only survivor
>tell her my tales of losses as well
>she apologized for calling me a mud slinger
>told her she can call me that if I can call her a bird
>she laughs
>finally coming out of her shell

>after another week, she’s timid and still slightly untrustworthy of other ponies
>but isn’t openly hostile like when she woke up
>Helicopter noises in the distance
>oh fuck
>she hears it too
>her armor’s beacon
>she takes off and heads toward the incoming vertibucks
>follow her
>Stop a good distance away as she gets the enclave to land
>Pull up my handy dandy hunting rifle and watch the exchange through my scope
>She’s talking to the officer
>officer says something and she recoils in fear
>one of the soldiers knocks her to the ground
>Oh fuck
>without thinking, pull the trigger
>The officer drops and the other soldiers scramble for cover
>she bolts into the sky like a majestic eagle and rockets in my direction
>send more shots downrange
>mag dump to make it seem like there’s more than one shooter
>my_bolt_action_hoof.log
>manage to drop another one
>they pile back in and flee
>lands in front of me distraught
>says they were gonna brand her a dashite for desertion
>she felt betrayed
>she wanted to go home but was denied
>she sobs in my arms
>poor bird

>back in town
>she doesn’t know what to do anymore
>the only life she knew was gone
>she enjoyed the action in service. The adventure of the unknown
>idea
>ask her to join me in my scavenging adventures
>plenty of danger and firefights to be had
>could make bigger finds as a team
>she lights up at my suggestion
>her wing flare out in what I assume is excitement
>call her a bird again
>she lightly pushes me and calls me a mud slinger
>the start of a wonderful friendship

>month or so later
>sitting at camp somewhere outside Whinnyapolis
>notice her wings are more scuffed that usual
>she notices me looking at her wings
>gets flustered and tells me to stop being a perv
>wat
>tell her I don’t follow
>has to explain to me that staring at pegasus wings may as well be staring at their rump
>weird, but ok
>can notice she’s still pretty red
>she extends a wing in front of my face
>asks nervously if I’d like to help her preen
>remember the dashite from New Pegasus
>sweet Luna she likes me
>call her a bird again and start to fix her wings
>she pouts, but is obviously enjoying
>my mouth hits a bit of scruff at the base of her wing
>she lets out something between a squeak and a moan
>kinda sounds like a bird chirp
>ask her if she just tweeted
>she doesn’t respond and just tackles me
>standing above me with freshly groomed wings flared out
>kisses me before I can state my confusion
>this is what I’ve been missing my whole life
>breaks the kiss and sits on my chest with a longing gaze
>call her an angel this time
>somehow gets even more red
>her tail wraps around mine
>I’m going to spend the rest of my life with this mare

@Background Pony #726A
I actually wrote it. It’s about an earth pony scav finding an injured enclave mare, saving her life, and then falling in love after he gains her trust. Lemme dig through my docs real quick

@Mixtape15
Could you tell us what the greentext was about? Or maybe link it?

I loved this greentext so much. Wholesome fallout pony story