Make 'Em Cry

It’s just one little building they said. *WHAM* I cartwheeled away from a spray of fire, casually crushing the skull of a ghoul I had made sure to hamstring before. Just a little slaver nest, shouldn’t be a problem for you. *CRACK* I delivered a swift blow with my powerhoof, causing the unicorn desperately trying to roast me to be awarded with a nice inward bend in their throat for their effort. *THUD* I slowly landed fully on the ground and exhaled. They shouldn’t have any slaves they said, and if they do, just do whatever you want with them they said. I exhaled loudly and slump down, watching the unicorns horn flicker as they wheezed, gagged and coughed up blood. I could just give them a coup-de-grace, but eh... I was on a break right now, I had earned it. It didn’t take much longer for the pathetic heap of a pony to have their eyes glaze over as they finally stopped struggling. Man... some ponies just did not appreciate my hard work enough. They just don’t know what I have to go through each day. I hadn't even got to bang somepony for days.

I finished my breather and began heading up to the second floor, but suddenly stopped as something caught my eye. There was a ‘dead’ buck near the stairs... I had never killed, or bucked someone in that direction. No visible wounds, yet coated in blood... though, no weapons were on him either... and corpses don’t breathe... I strode up to him and looked closer. The breathing seemed to increase. Naw... how cute, he was so afraid of facing me he played dead. Silly pony, that wasn’t going to save you... or was it? I tapped my chin in contemplation. Eh, they know their place, I guess I could humor them, but first... A grin spread across my lips. I normally didn’t do this as I know how much it hurt, but heck, couldn’t just let the buck get off scot free. I lined myself up along his hindquarters, removed one of my hind powerhooves, aimed and... *THWAP* I hadn't kicked with all my might, but hard enough, especially for a mare of my strength. His high pitched, shrill shriek made me laugh, the pony flopped around on the ground looking absolutely hilarious as I put my boot back on. Ah man, I ought to give called shots more often, not in a overly powerful way, but enough to have them twitching to the floor.

Ah well, enough of that, time to leave this sucker for walking funny for a few da- something caught my eye as the buck twitched and whimpered incoherent nonsense. I walked over to the corner of the stairs, following a trail of blood, behind a tatty couch, past the buck. There, in the corner, lay a pale and bloodied foal, throat had been slit, dead eyes, almost cold to the touch, indicating it had been dead for a while, but not more than several minutes... oh you little bitch, thought the amount of blood seemed a bit small, especially since none was underneath you... I hauled the still foal in front of the, just not notice the ruptured orifice... okay, no more miss nice mare, I had my lines, and one of them had just been crossed, broken and tainted. I went back to the whimpering pony, fixing him with an intense glare, making him entirely stop wailing as his eyes dilated. His expressions shifted over to pure terror, I guess I had my best ‘You’ll soon wish you were dead’ look, going with how he managed to simultaneously empty content from all three orifices at the same time. His eyes shone with both panic, regret and guilt, he knew what he had done, and he knew what was coming...

* * *

It had taken me almost half an hour to finish downstairs, and to my pride, I had managed to make his scream himself hoarse. And unless someone with severe medical knowledge, and an autodoc nearby came within twenty minutes, that fucker would be dead within the end of this hour. I strolled up the stairs, to my surprise meeting a group of scrawny, trembling ponies behind a makeshift cover sporting a white flag. Judging by their terrified looks, they had heard everything. “P-please! Don’t kill us!” A mare squeaked out. I only had to turn and shot her a look and she looked ready to soil herself. Good to know my reputation was known to this group of low lives at least, made my work much easier.

I gave them all a long stare. I was still pissed as fuck for both what happened downstairs, for being sent here in the first place, for not getting laid in days and fuck knew what else... Ugh, I hated when daddy took away my sex privileges... I knew I should kill them, that’s why I was here, but fuck, I was tired right now, I was going to take a nap, or well, a small break for ten minutes on that couch over there. I couldn’t just let them go... then a thought struck me and a grin spread across my lips. “Tell you what, I’ll spare your miserable lives if you can do something... a challenge.” I approached them slowly, seeing how they tried to scurry further into the corner.

“W-what would t-that be m-miss?” One of the mares looked at me as she hyperventilated. I expected these were some of the pussies of the group, not having the spine to fall back and fortify the upper area of the facility. But as said, they made my trip easier, so eh, might as well spare the fucks.

“Firstly, tell me where the rest of you taintlicker slavers are hiding.” I fixed her with my glare deeper.

The mare swallowed and whimpered, pointing towards a door at the end of the hallway. “T-they went that way... they at first made up a makeshift cover over at the staff room, b-but after you had kept going for ten minutes making Gouge scream his lungs out... t-they decided to make their path further into the building, leaving us here to...” the mare seemed to cover her hindquarters with her tail as tears began welling up in her eyes. “‘s-slow you down’ as they put it... they’d spay us if we followed them...” I arched a brow and looked at the two stallions next to the mares. “O-oh, and geld the guys...” I snickered softly as she looked nervously between the ponies next to her.

I almost purred out my next words. “Good girl, who’s a spineless little snitch?” She sniffled and pointed to herself and my grin increased. “So, secondly I will let you wimps go, but if I catch you again, I’ll promise I will make sure all of you become incapable of conceiving foals, and let me warn you, I do not know very much about medicine...” All the ponies in front of me shuffled nervously and looked at each other. “Anyhow, all I want you to do is simple, either one of you off yourself and let the rest go unharmed, or you can choose: cut off a part of your body or shoot yourself in a knee.” I spoke softly and gingerly climbed up on a nearby couch, the group seemed taken aback. “I’ll give you a few minutes to think it over...”

I made myself more comfortable, and I had to say, man this couch felt good... it smelled strongly of sex, perspiration and lubricant, but the whole moistness was somehow warm... not sure how, but I didn’t care at the time. The group murmured between each other as I shut my eyes for a moment. I heard silent hoofsteps move away from the group, and I silently uttered “You guys go know I can hear you right? And no offense, but do you really think you can outrun me?” I gingerly stretched my wings as I lay there snoozing. “And before you get any stupid ideas, do know I’ve taken a few bullets to the head and still survived, not to mentioned I took a burst of 9mm downstairs. It almost stung. We reapers are just simply better than you normal ponies, we’re made of sturdy shit. Since I do believe you’ve heard of Rampage?” There was a slight distaste to uttering that name, but I made me grin with my eyes closed as I heard silence, then how the hoofsteps went back towards the corner. “Oh, and remember, if you choose to off one of yourselves, do know it has to be on their own volition, otherwise it don’t count.”

I laughed inwardly as I heard two of the mares and one stallion let out a grumbling noise. It took almost two minutes before I heard the first cry of pain, a mare made a suppressed whinny. A few seconds later, another mare grunted out, but seemed to not do more than that, then she was shortly followed by a stallion crying out in pain, much longer than either first two. Then two gunshots went off almost simultaneously, making the last mare and stallion wail out. I bodily felt like resting for longer, but I mentally wanted to get going, so I casually leaped out of my makeshift nest and approached the group, one of the stallins gritted his teeth and trotted in place, holding a cloth to his head. Really? They didn’t even have bandage? I let out a snort and shook my head. “Right, before you fuckers start, let me just tell you that if you stay clear of the corner next to the stairs, on the right side near the door, on the stallion impaled on the window, there is a first aid box, just saying. I know, I know, I am far too kind.” I smiled smugly and flashed them a grin.

Two of the mares seemed to deadpan if it wasn’t for the pain in their faces. “Right, so three of you fuckers decided to not cripple yourself, so what’d you slice off?” The group looked at me with a mix of agony, fear and despise as an earth pony mare tossed me three small body parts on the floor in front of me. I somehow oddly felt calm... despite my frenzy just a couple of minutes back. I inspected the parts. The bucks was the largest, he had cut off one of his ears, didn’t seem to be all of it, but eh, good enough. One of the mares had... sweet Celestia, was that her? ... oh phew, no, it was just a nipple. Still, ouch. The last mare had ... I actually could not make out what that was... was it the edge of her tail? ... would that count? ... okay, granted, a ‘part’ is a part. I nodded in approval. “Right, you’re free to go, take your body parts if you want, I don’t care. Now if you excuse me, I got some flank to kick.” I took the the air and flapped my wings, gliding gracefully through the air as I got closer to my destination, I decided to land before the next door, it just somehow felt like a good idea.

Let’s see... what did slavers usually do to hinder me... I knew most of their tricks by hoof now, though the “put up fishnet in the air” was by far the most lethal. Had lost our first and only Dashite Reaper back then... poor buck, had darted straight in like a rocket and had been minced meat at the end of the room, almost like they knew how he’d fly in... since first the wings, then his hooves, he just got perfectly sliced apart, just in time to land in a conviniently placed tray of salt, almost half his body shredded. Waste of salt if you ask me. I mean sure, that must have hurt like fucking tartarus... for the few seconds he lived after that, but salt was hard to come by. Sanguine had gotten really upset with the thought, had to sow one of my wings back that day. Would have been more, or none at all if Velocity hadn't gone before me, I barely had time to dive towards the floor. And as usual, that smug fuck Rampage had stolen the glory... just strolled in with her freaking razor armour and snapped all the wires, and killed all the fucks. Worst of all as that she hauled my crying ass back to base. Bah, I was young back then though, I am way tougher now...

Anyhow, buck this, I have reminisced long enough, I kicked in the door, making a combat roll to the side, waiting to see if the door was trapped. Oddly enough, nothing happened... I looked into the room, it was just an empty room... bar from two forms in one of the sides of the room. It took me awhile to actually make out all the beds on the floor. Mattresses, bunks, rags, you name it. Guess this was their - I fell flat to the floor, narrowly avoiding the battle axe swinging past me. Holy buck... I did not expect that... who the FUCK attached a BATTLE AXE to a TRIPWIRE?! My heart pounded as the rush slowly died down. Okay... THAT was a new one. I had to give them props for that. I am SO keeping this axe after I was done here. I slowly got off the floor, and inspected the contraption. Apparently it was a pressure plate on the floor, that’s why it had avoided the door, then when I stepped in, click, and woosh. Man, that almost got me... fuck me, if that had come from behind... then I would have been the most hung mare in the entire wasteland... for a few seconds. Yikes, have to be more careful, they are getting creative.

I made a mental note of eviscerating whomever put that up as I approached the forms. I took a sudden stop. Wait a minute... these ponies were smart enough to rig that trap, they’d know I am made out of pure awesome... I scanned the room, and sure enough, I noticed the piles of mines strune across the floor, my aura of swag had kept me from accidentally stepping on one, which once again proved how great I am... though, I had no experience with explosives... what was it Smokey told me? Tap the top button to disarm? ... what button? There are three of them! I let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled my eyes. Sometimes it’d be nice if I had a personal bitch, just some buck or mare that would eat me out each morning so I woke up either to an orgasm or close to one. Would be nice, just have a pony there to take care of my needs, and I could use them for tasks like this... though granted, I tried that once, or well, thrice, they all just died. Or well, the one mare ran off after getting me off enough times that I was too parched and disoriented to follow... she was one heck of a pony on giving head though... man, what she could do with her tongue... earth ponies really knew how to work those tongues...

I’ll miss Scruffy though... not sure what actually happened to him... last I heard he stated ‘Scruffy gonna die like he lived’ as I could barely make his shape up reclined against a chair in that burning building. Quite sure he died, but I’ve heard ponies say they’ve seen a pony that fits his description. I never even got to try him out even... ah well, I got wings bitches! I was about to lift off when another thought struck me. I looked up and saw what I expected. Grenades hung from strings from the ceiling and between poles... damn, they were really devoted to trying to off me... really, they had a bigger chance getting head from me, and that chance was very low... unless they were sporting something impressive, or something... but in either case, point was: They weren’t going to succeed.

When I think of it.... Sanguine seems to be really worried every time Big Daddy sends me out to do some errand, not sure why. I know he cares for me, and he’s the best pony I know, but... I wonder why he’s so worried. I know mean a lot to him, but he’s acting like I’m irreplaceable... actually, I am actually that, but it still confuses me a bit, he doesn’t care that much about Gorgon or any other of his ‘children’... and why am I always contemplating on things at the worst of times? I’m at work dammit, it’s nothing I should worry about anyhow, I know Sanguine loves me.

After a few minutes, I had managed to crawl, cartwheel and pirouette my way to the two shapes. As I finally reached the two shapes, I could make out it was two ponies, a fluorescent green unicorn stallion and a burgundy earth pony mare. Yuck... I recoiled a bit as at the sight of them, them both looked like shit... not to mention the actual shit lying on the floor behind them... the mare was strung over sort of... what were those called again? She was tied stuck to it in either case, easily accessible to mount or grind against, and both had been done repeatedly it seemed... dried bodily fluid of almost all types seemed to be dried and cake in her coat as I took a quick glance to the stallion. He wasn’t faring any better, only difference really was that instead of strung over one of those thingamajigs, he was tied down spread eagle on some sort of bondage or torture device.

Both what they were attached to had adjustable height however. I guess it was so ponies could get just what they wanted more easily. While these sights aren't that uncommon in the wastes for either gender, but seeing both at once had a bit more impact on me. They had really been fucked... literally. I still had to say though, I have to say I think it’d likely be worse to be ploughed by a stallion than a mare. I mean sure, we can keep going a lot longer, but you can technically be more of an ass with a dick. Unless you’d found a feeldoe or something I guess... or were a stallion, a mare could quite easily snap their erectile tissue if she wanted... but yeah, overall, we have more gunk, but it doesn’t usually taste as bad. It’s a higher chance stallions will taste bad from what I’ve noticed at least. Eh, both have their pro’s and cons I’d guess. Least males tended to tire out a lot quicker... and the right mare could really pound the shit out of a pony... man, Mallet had been pissed that one time, think she broke his pelvis...

I gave a second glance, as I suspected both had at least bled once from... about every... ‘used’ orifice. The stallions cock was swollen and bruised, the mare had gotten the same treatment, but her junk was more intact, it seemed to have bleed a bit more than his however, but going with those... infected swellings he had, I think I’d still be the mare if I had to choose. I noticed they had just now noticed me, holy hay they were worn out. I also just now noticed the couple of used condoms, lickpatches and pessaries strewn about. I guess I’d also wear one if banging either of these. Granted, most really dangerous STD’s were wiped out back before the war from what Sanguine told me, but it still wasn’t a reason for me to take a dive in the septic tank so to speak.

Some new had mutated in this radioactive wasteland after all, such as bluecrotch or flaystick. The latter one I did get worried after getting to know it actually affected mares too, going after our “stick” so to speak... I always wonder if I could have become great at science with as much as I spent on thinking? Then again, there was just something satisfying to smash things... then again, I guess I could have done both... ah well, it’s never too late to start if I felt like it. I shook my head and let out a cough. My nose had since long scrunched up from the horrible smell. Really, if I kept sex slaves, (regularly I mean) I would at least clean them every now and then. But yeah... if I decided to get some new ones, I’d hoof-pick them myself, these didn’t really match my style. Besides, fuck getting head in this stench. The stallion had even recently thrown up going with that it wasn’t entirely dry... I saw him making an effort to look me in the eyes, which perplexed me why it seemed so difficult... this buck must be really worn out if he had problems looking at me. I mean, I was freaking awesome!

He let out a weak cough and tried to speak. And sheesh... I’d honestly recommend that they simply just shave their coats and wait for new one to grow back...and not take a bath or submerge, especially not the mare, she does NOT want dirty water in her marehood right now, that could be fatal. “S... so... they weren’t just pulling my tail when they said you were coming?” the unicorn took a couple of long ragged breaths before resuming. “I don’t know what to expect, but please just do it quickly... I’m so sick of getting fucked day out and in, if it weren’t for the fact it is almost constantly pulsating, throbbing and aching, I would have thought I lost the feeling of my dick, since it doesn’t hurt anymore when they pound me, it’s just a dull pressure...” I had to admit, I has seen a lot of tired faces in my days, but Jeebus, this one was among the worse ones I had seen... or would it make it one of the ‘best’ ones?

“Do what quickly?” I arched my brow, was he talking about be raping him? No offense to him, but I was really not in a mood... yet, and besides, I prefered my cocks to n- EW! One of them burst! The pus is leaking out, gross, gross, gross! Why couldn’t it even look decent, like, cracking open a skull at least doesn’t have it seep out like some... man, why were infections so gross? “Ew... if you think I am doing anything with that disgusting thing, you are soooo wrong mister...” ... was he? To my surprise, it actually looked like he was laughing, or trying to, only some sort of wheezing came out.

“Haa... no you stupid twit, that you kill us quickly... we’re too broken to be of any use for your precious arena anyhow... you’d just waste time and resources in trying to get us back in working condition.” He let out a wet cough and paused for a few seconds. “Besides, like you just said, it’s not like you’d want to fuck us. We’re dead meat, just get done with it already, tear off my dick and stuff it down my throat or whatever you feel the need to do...” I frowned and snorted, feeling offended. What the heck did he take me for? I wasn’t a monster... I glanced towards the side, seeing the remains of a tattered poster, the upper sides were left, forming two dirty, but visible horns, and in the middle, someone had put up a mirror. I could make out the bottom of the poster, albeit barely of what was left... ‘Ir----ill’ huh... had no idea what that was supposed to stand for. Though I had to say, looking at the mirror from this direction made it look like I had horns... I looked rather rad with those!

I shook my head and looked back to the two ponies and gave another snort. “Just what the heck do you take me for? I don’t just go and rape battered and tied down ponies, I catch my own prey. Besides, you’re not even part of a gang, are you? Why would I need to kill you? You’re not even part of of whom I am here to kill... or are you?” I narrowed my eyes on the tatty buck, who seemed to have a hard time keeping his head straight, matted tears still adorn his cheeks. The sight honestly made me rather sick... sure, I loved a crying stallion as much as the next mare but... this was too much. I liked to tie up and rape ponies, but this was just overkill. And heck, I did not kill my victims that often... unless they did really bad or bit me or something... most I just knocked out cold when we were done. The mare mumbled something incoherent to me, at least I think she was speaking to me... I decided to make sure and checked. “What? You say something? Or tent got your tongue?” I sneered at her. I know the poor thing hadn't done anything to me... bar from making me feel uneasy, but I had an image to keep.

The stallion snorted at me. “Actually, yes... they stapled her mouth shut after driving a spike through her tongue... she yelled a lot at them, so they beat her up, fucked her, then she bit off a stallions dick, so they beat her up more, fucked her in a chain, left her mouth to the mares, then she crushed a clitoris between her teeth... and you can guess what followed. After that they just shut her up for good. She’s been getting spitting cobras for the past few days... It’s more or less how she’s survived... had to drink their gunk through her nostrils. I’ve been fed a mix of both, she just get mares... stallions can’t really do anything with a nostril you know... but to answer your question; She is, she used to be the Collegiate, talked about moving to Chapel to help them form a safer place for the children, that’s about all regarding what she used to belong to I could get before they shut her up. As for me; no, I am not. I was hoping I could get a job over at Megamart to manage to get enough bits to feed my children, but if they’ve not starved to death by now, been killed, or managed to flee to the crusaders, I won’t be doing any of that in either case, I failed them, I fucked up... and now you’re here... from what I’ve heard, you at least don’t kill foals... usually... but if you happen to not kill some crusaders, ask for a filly named Medley, and tell them to say her father is sorry for being such a screw up... I bet she’s the only one of them that might have a chance to make it there, she’s visited Chapel before... and she’s the only one not sick.”

He gave another cough and looked at me with despise, his murky chartreuse eyes bore into me. And really, why the fuck was he so hostile? What had I ever done him? Sheesh, he was acting like I was evil or something. “Yeah... not going to do that.” I reached over and untied him unceremoniously... causing him to collapse to the ground in a heap... ops... might should have thought of that being spread eagle for hours, maybe days was not exactly the best for circulation. “I’m not a fucking mailmare, you can deliver that message yourself.” I undid the straps for the mare, whom shakily immediately tore of a strap across her flank, I had not noticed that before actually... it caused a long, slender object to slide out from her... oh... ouch... while I knew of sounding, I never really saw it as a thing to do on mares... quite a lot of... ‘other things’ followed with the metal stave as the mare shuddered and vinced, making a puddle of various colours, mostly red on the floor. This was the first time I actually saw an attempt to kill somepony by a broken bladder...

I just stared at the mare that grimaced through her pain as she stumbled over to the immobile stallion, reaching down and undoing something near his dock...I soon saw her tug his tail back, along with it a... VERY uncomfortable and likely not made for pleasure dildo. Only blood flowed with that one however, so I guessed that had been put in recent... still, ouch. With the last strain of effort, the mare collapsed in a whimpering heap. As she lay still, I could much clearer make out the staples covering her muzzle. I let out a sigh and pulled out a syringe, why I was bothering I did not know. I guess Rampage might have rubbed off on me. (and not in the good way. She always just went to hookers, female ones at that. I mean what? I wasn’t good enough, I had at least twice the cunt those prostitutes have!... okay, maybe she might be into some weird shit, then it might be just as well. I jammed the needle into her muzzle, making her twitch. This was my only Med-X, I never really used them anyhow, just kept one for the few occasions I got badly hurt, like that time a bullet grazed my pride. Fuck that had burned.... I gave a slight shrug and pulled out one of the few equipments I kept with me, a miniature tin shears. “Hold still, this is still going to hurt missy...”

A couple of minutes later, and a surprising lack of wailing, I tugged out the last of the cut staples causing the trembling mare to try and speak. “Ike! Ike! Eth out eh ike!” I couldn’t make out what she was saying, so I came to the conclusion that I would pull out the spike so she could speak properly. Pulling the spike out however proved more difficult, it was a bit rusty, but thankfully not lethally rusty, and jammed in straight through her muzzle a few cm behind her chin. I was once again impressed how loud the mare could scream with a clenched shut mouth. I guessed the Med-X had run out around halfway through... as I gave a final tug, the spike came out with a faint gush of blood. It had been a pain in the ass to dig it out a sit has started to scab and almost heal, so I had to wiggle it open again. I saw the mare gag and spit out something... I was close to emptying my lunch when I saw what it was she spat up. Despite it having start to rot, and the fact it was severed, I could make out a dick when I saw one, true, just most of the head and a bit of shaft, but that was still a dick. What kind of sadistic fucks nails a dismembered cock into someponies mouth? ... I guess it was the one she bit off, but still. That must have tasted awful... not to mention it likely “washed” some of the flavour of it before it became too much and she had to swallow.

Tears were dripping down her cheeks, and I suspected she would likely have had them flowing if she had enough water in her body to supply them. Since her amount of sniffling didn’t match her tears. I sighed and pulled out two healing potions from my well concealed belt, some snack cake, some of that Bronco stuff or whatever it was called, a can of conserved fruit and a bottle of purified water... no wait, have to use the dirty water I found and kept for... I forgot, but gonna have to use that, I doubt their bellies could handle pure water. At least I picked up on some things in those books. The pony body was something I found interesting after all. “Right, so I am only going to say this once, don’t fucking gorge on this, you might die, depending how long you’ve been starving. If you eat too fast, your stomachs could explode, or your bodies could have a shock. There are mines all over this floor, but I could either swing back and get you out later once I’m done, or you could scuffle along that wall over there, which is what I now notice the pony who set the mines used to get around...”

The stallion weakly tried to get up, his strength, or lack thereof returning. “I... I can actually disarm them... I just need... to catch my breath...” he looked at my bored... possibly annoyed expression and slowly muttered; “Why? Why are you helping us?” I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“Really? Why does everypony treat me like I am some psycho fucking monster? Am I now allowed to be nice sometimes? I happen to have my own morals and views. And yes, I am the best fucking thing that has happened to this wasteland since the rediscovery of snack cakes, but really, can you tell me why everyone treats me like shit, am afraid of me or whatever? Is it that hard to imagine I’m a nice pony? Since I’ll have you know, I’m the nicest pony there is. I’m Fluttershy you know. So, accept my kindness, or I’ll find your daughter and shove your dick down her throat, okay? Since don’t think I won’t do it, I’ve managed to even stuff a vulva down someone’s throat, the WHOLE package, and it was a hung mare mind you, so she had some extra cm to show for it.”

I wasn’t sure where my tirade came come, or where I was going. But the male at least shut the fuck up, giving a silent nod in reply. I guess he finally learned to respect his superiors... or something. The mare was still busy breathing heavily, and I noticed that she at least had taken one... and a half of the potions... then again, not that sure why as she was the most mentally traumatized by far. Even half a potion should have fixed most of those wounds. Sure, painful, but those healed easier... then again it felt kinda nice taking a tad too much, heh. Actually helped me get it up if I had some before getting frisky. The buck seemed to have the most physical trauma from being overly beat up, but eh, not worth bothering to look into.

“Anyhow, so yeah, do whatever the fuck you want. But keep in mind, I own you now... you owe me. Expect that I might pop by and... ‘request some services’ of you...” the stallion just gritted his teeth, seeming to contemplate something. I just shrugged and didn’t bother whatever it might be he could be thinking of. The mare turned to face me on the floor, having now also tossed the piece of penis away from her general vicinity.

“C-could you please... please not take payment of my debt within the nearest month at least? I-I don’t want to swallow another load for quite some time...* The mare let out a sniffle and began to nurse the bottle between her hooves, seeming to startle as I let out a long, exaggerated sigh.

“Seriously? What’s with everypony and thinking I am some sex crazed mare? Yes! I do enjoy banging, but that’s not all I do.. and I do not always have ponies drink my jizz.... just very often. But besides, I can assure you what I will be asking will not involve sex from any of you. Also, I would recommend that you hurry towards the northeast, if you know how to get there from here, should be a compass downstairs, and there’s at least 600 caps there as well, under a fuchsia ghoul. That ought to be enough, since if you head that way, you should reach Megamart, and you should be able to get patched up enough there. And the roads are cleared today, courtesy of the reapers. Now where was I... ah yes! You!” I poked at the stallion gingerly. “You will teach me about explosives! And you...” I turned towards the mare, now seeming to mix between drinking and trying to gargle her mouth clean.

“You were with the Collegiate eh?” I stroked a hoof along my chin as a smirk spread across my muzzle. A plan was forming inside my brilliant mind. “Oh, and so you know, don’t you fucking dare to die, it will not bode well for your children... and if you don’t have any missy, I will find someone dear to you, trust me...” I gave them both a sincere grin. I had the next month’s activities set, now I just needed to get rid of all these mines but one, then we were going to have fun upstairs... they’ll never know what hit them. And best of all, I think my mojo was coming back!