AN: I don't own Fallout, MLP:FIM, nor am I KKAT.

Three young fillies floated in the air.

The pegasus stretched out her wings as far as they would go.

The unicorn's horn glowed brightly.

The earth pony stared defiantly at the horizon.

They caught on fire, screamed, and tumbled to the ground gracelessly.

For the first time, the sun obeyed somepony other than the Princesses.

The air was thick with the smell of burnt flesh and hair, but there were no burns visible except for their branding.

"Damn Dashites, always stinking up the joint," Scootaloo grumbled.

Laughter filled the air, and the three girls joined each other in a tearful embrace.