Fallout: Equestria - A Romp In The Hay

by StormbadgerXIII

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Crossover, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3101

FoE ministory/clopfic - some slavers have sex after a hard day's work.

Warning: Fallout Equestria-based shameless, sexy clop. You hath been warned. Also, there isn't much in the way of hay involved.

Snap Crackle is a slaver, bringing a cohort of slaves back to Fillydelphia. Having travelled for the best part of the day, and being away from the comforts and luxuries of her home, she must find a way to stave off her boredom and the 'itch' between her legs.

Fortunately, she finds a very, very good way of killing two balefire phoenixes with one bullet, in the form of a buck called Root...

I wanted to write a little story based off a random character I drew a while ago. And I've also been meaning to write some clop for a while (yes, I write clop), so I blended the two together, and voila.

Written in a day, not proof-readed or edited by anyone else, or anything. Just something I wrote I thought I'd share.

Published 2013-09-09 01:40:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-09 01:40:03 UTC

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Fallout: Equestria - A Romp in the Hay

"Sex, sex, sex, that's all it is with you ponies."

"Alright, alright, get a Goddess-damn move on," I barked to the line of filthy, unkempt ponies, each binded together in chains. They looked to me with wide, fearful eyes, scared of what I would do with the whip floating by my side.

With a bored groan, I cracked the whip above the head of a particularily scared-looking stallion. "Move it!"

Finally, the column got moving, under my watchful gaze and the direction of the slaver in front of them. I was tempted to smoke one of them, force them to drag his corpse along with them. But, orders were not to kill any of the slaves if it could be helped, only if they get roudy.

Shame, too. My knife was thirsty, sitting in it's brahmin-hide holster, awaiting the taste of blood. Heh... dark much, Snap?

I followed the column along, telekinetically pulling some of my mane out of my eye, trying to ignore the mud riding up my unshorn fetlocks. A crack and a rumble above, the start of a thunderstorm threatening to spill its contents on us.

I started wishing I was back home in Fillydelphia, under a roof and chatting idly with my friends, maybe with a buck with his head between my legs...

I had to shake the thought away. I didn't want the slaves to see me dripping, that would just be unprofessional. Not to mention horny slaves are really hard to corall.

Eventually, the column grinded to a halt as exhaustion took hold and the sunlight started to dim, and we led the slaves into the garage of an old building. The rest of us? We found our home in the main room. Immediately, my team set to work on looting. Rocker, a large mare with half a mane and scars across her left side, began cracking open a locked safe. Root, our medic, had moved to the toilets and came back with a solitary healing potion in his muzzle. Quicksilver had already raided the fridge and was starting on all the other boxes. I was content to levitate something from my saddlebags and idly chew on it. Chocolatey!

"Alright, gather 'round, guys," I said, stomping my hoof for effect. The three ponies turned to me and trotted up. "Right, we'll have to stay here for the night. Quickie, you go guard slaves. Rocker, keep an eye out outside. In about four hours, wake us up."

Nopony questioned the plan. It was standard for my little group, after all. Quicksilver groaned and trotted into the garage, muttering complaints. Rocker was a mare of few words, and left without question. That left me and Root.

Root scratched his mane idly. "Honestly, Snap, I don't mind seeing the world, but do we have to drag slaves along with us?"

I shrugged and sauntered over to the counter, levitating one of the bottles of Sparkle~Cola I had brought with me. It was the last one. "We have to, or else we don't get paid."

"I know, I know..." Root pranced about, head throwing around as he spoke. "But keeping them all healthy enough is difficult, especially without healing magic of my own." He tapped his hornless forehead for good measure.

"Well, you gotta live with it. Maybe if you didn't sign up to be the group's medic and started, I'unno, swinging around that laser gun by your side?"

Root frowned, idly kicking a bottle away. "Yeah, and put my one good talent to waste. No thank you."

"Then what are ya complaining about?" I cracked the bottle open, letting some of the carroty drink pour down my throat. It was very refreshing, and tingled my tongue in a strange, yet pleasant way.

I get a little aroused by soft drink.

Root kicked a tin-can into one of the old refrigerators, the sound bouncing off the walls of the old service station. I could hear somepony in the garage sobbing a little, and despite the fact I didn't like slaves, I couldn't help but feel a little bad. I think I had killed a buck standing next to her, and taken her away.

Oh well.

Root groaned and dropped to his haunches, letting his eyes close and his breathing stop. The poor guy was an ex-slave himself, only to return later to be a slaver. I had no idea why he did that, but I know that he always gave us death glares whenever we mishandled the merchandice.

I trotted up behind him, let my body drop onto my flanks, and I reached out to his shoulders. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled, his ear twitching, and he half-started a yelp of protest, only for his body to relax as I began rubbing gently.

"Mmm..." he moaned softly. "That's good..."

I smiled. "You looked a little tense, thought I'd help you relax a little before going to bed."

As I continued to caress his back and shoulders, I could tell all the tension was leaving him, and he had let his body relax, bit by bit. I also remarked how clean he was, with little in the way of grime on his coat.

I moved my hooves lower down, a little bit above his tail, kneading a spot I knew, by habit, was rather prone to tension. Almost immediately, he sighed softly, letting his eyes close.

He had nice flanks, I found myself thinking. Firm, but with enough softness to make them like watery pillows. Who says stallions can't have cute butts? I found my face flushing and a stirring down between my legs. I started finding myself craving something there, and I was half tempted to frig myself with a bottle.

I had a better idea, though.

With a smile, I got up (a disappointed moan coming from Root) and moved in front of him. Unless he was blind, unable to smell, and stupid, which I knew he wasn't, then he'd be able to tell what I was doing. And, judging from the look on his face, he was more than aware.

"Guess I'm not the only one who's bored," he said with a smirk.

At least he wasn't a prude. I reached out with my red-coloured magic, grabbing hold of his nethers and causing pulses of pressure through my magical grip. At the same time, I scooted closer, presenting my lips to him. His own pressed against them, and soon we fell into a kiss. No romance behind it, only passion, desire and lust.

I soon felt something warm and hard press against my thigh. Oh, how I wanted that thing to ravage me! I had to wait, though. It was no fun without some foreplay, after all.

I pulled myself away from the kiss. He was blushing and squirming as I held his stallionhood in my magic. The thing wasn't the biggest thing I'd ever seen, but it still had a little bit to go before he was at full mast. I licked my lips in anticipation.

I gradually lowered myself down, eyes never once leaving his, until I reached the base of his member. A subtle, acrid odor of stallion wafted from it. Seems like his hygeine was pretty good down here too. I was going to enjoy this.

I placed my tongue at the base of it, dropping my magic at the same time. As I dragged it up, I felt Root shudder a little, his stallionhood twitching and booping me on the nose. I was used to the taste of buck, and he actually wasn't too bad, as far as bucks went.

I licked up and down his length, savouring his taste and the look on his face; a war of pleasure and discomfort, the former winning over. Dayumn, stallions could be cute. I giggled to myself.

I pulled away a little, looking at the head of the member. A small bead of precum had formed, and I eagerly licked up the bitter liquid, much to his apparent arousal. I gave his cock a little kiss, lubed it up with a dribbling tongue and his own pre, then finally opened my lips and let them curl around the flared head.

Root half-grunted, half-moaned. He mustn't have had this much fun in a long time. Smiling, I started bobbing my head up and down, my tongue flicking over the underside of his shaft, my eyes never leaving his. I could feel his girth lock my jaw open, the flare tickling the roof of my mouth and pushing up to the back of my throat. His member started leaking more bitter liquid, his face contorting wildly as I kept the speed up. Flushing with pride, I noted that I had taken at least three quarters of him, right up to the little ring.

As much as I would have loved to finish him off here and now, I still had to have my own fun. I gradually slid up his shaft, licking and sucking as I did, before pulling off with a wet pop. I gulped the remnants of precum in my mouth down, smiling happily. He returned the smile, though weakly and through his panting mouth hanging open.

Wordlessly, I slid away, and lay on my back, spreading my hindlegs and displaying my moist, swollen slit to him. In as husky a voice as I could manage, I demanded "lick me."

Root obliged. He positioned his head near my nethers, breathing in my scent and licking his lips. His tongue found purchase near my slit, and he began licking around it, tantalisingly close but just skirting the outside.

"Root..." I sighed. This guy seemed to know a thing or two, better than a lot of other bucks. I felt my arousal only grow more. "S-stop teasing..."

"Aww, why? Isn't this more exciting?" Root chucked a smug grin. I raised an eyebrow and contemplated pissing on him, but I thought that would spoil the fun. Instead, I just gave him a soft kick in the head with my hooves, playful but still strong.

"Just eat me out already."

Root shrugged, then placed his tongue on my slit. My focus broke in an explosion of pleasure, like taking Buck and Dash, only hundreds of times better. I bit my lip as the initial shock ebbed, followed by a constant flow of carnal pleasure as Root's tongue moved around, licking between my outer lips and skirting the edges of my entrance.

I gasped, my head rolling back and my mane cascading along with it. Spikes of pleasure coursed from my cunt to my head, clouding my concentration and catching my breath in moans and muttering of curse words. He didn't stop. He was unrelenting, his tongue assaulting me in a good way, pressing past into my entrance, only to move up to my clit and give the little bulb a lick. Goddess, this was so good!

I had to bite down on a hoof not to scream, my orgasm reaching close. I tried to tell Root to stop, but my body had a different idea. I squirmed, my hooves kicking out and my legs widening further. I was leaking so much, you could probably start filling up these bottles with my juices. I felt a hoof reach up and begin caressing my nipples, and I just lost it.

With a silenced scream, I came. It hard to describe the feeling of orgasm, but it was like a fire erupted throughout my entire body, but a fire that did more good than harm. Hot marecum sprayed out, coating Root's muzzle with my essence. I was a squirter.

Finally, after that, my body fell limp, the cloud of post-orgasmic bliss washing over my body. I must have looked a sight, with my mane in tangles, my nethers soaked in juices, and my limbs twitching errantly.

"Aww, no fair," Root finally commented. "You get to come and I don't?"

I couldn't respond for a while, I just looked up at him and offered him a smile. He was wiping away my juices from his muzzle, rubbing his hoof on the cloth on his barding. "I... give me a moment..."

It took a good few minutes, half a bottle of Sparkle~Cola and some simple touchy-feely moments before I recovered. I smiled to him, then moved to my hooves.

"So," he asked, eyes not leaving mine. "How do you want it?"

"Giving me control then, eh?" I chuckled. Looking around, I decided to position myself against the counter, presenting myself to him with a shake of my flanks. "Come and get it, big boy."

He wasted no time in moving over, mounting but not immediately entering me. His rock-solid dick was poking against my cunt, the juices from my previous earth-shattering orgasm already giving him plenty of lubrication.

"Ready?" I asked him, turning back to him with half-lidded eyes and a devilish smirk.

"I was just about to ask you that," he responded.

"Just remember to pull out when you're close. I wanna taste your cum."

"Right."

And then he pushed right in.

You know that feeling of fullness you get after eating a whole lot of food? Having a stallion shove his member inside you is like that, but better. Oh, goddess, was it so much better.

I let out a yelp of pure delight as his girth parted my inner walls. He was entering quickly, but not pounding - just a good, simple thrust. He groaned quietly, his forehooves tensing as he pushed all the way in. That feeling of fullness was second to the pleasure of being entered.

Goddess, I lived for moments like this.

"Y-you're so big..." I remarked. He wasn't the biggest I'd taken, but at that moment, he felt like he was several hundred inches of awesome long.

"Ff... you're tight..." he replied. With a swift movement, he pulled back, leaving me with a void and another burst of pleasure. Without warning, he pushed in again, and so on, moving back and forth, his cock filling me up in all the right ways, parting my insides and just touching my cervix, a tantalising brush against it accompanying each deep thrust.

"Aaah!" I started moaning loudly, no longer trying to keep myself quiet. I couldn't care less whether Quickie or Rocker or the slaves could hear me. Let them have an audio show, let them imagine. In my mind, I could see Quickie and Rocker peeking through their respective doors, observing the show and they themselves getting aroused for their own little bout of fun later. I could feel their imaginary eyes on us.

And oh boy, was that turning me on.

I bucked my hooves back, turning the soft squelch into powerful thwaps. I completely dropped any sort of language filter I might have had, each sentence from me full to the brim with swear words. 'Fuck' is a very easy word to use.

"Fuck my cunt! Aaah, fuck, it's so fucking deep!" I shrieked, amongst the plethora of other things I said. Swearing only helped to arouse me further, and soon I could feel a familiar feeling build up in my nethers.

"Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

Root, bless him, followed every prompt I gave him. He started bucking harder and harder, his breath becoming harder, his muzzle burying itself in my mane and neck.

For the second time that day, I reached my climax, my body freezing up and juices spraying out, coating our crotches and a good portion of the ground beneath us. A long, pleasured scream left my lips, and I could almost feel the ground shaking from my orgasm. Or was that me? Who cares?

Finally, I relaxed, my body all but spent. Root was still thrusting, though it was slower, gentler.

With the last of my energy, I ordered him onto his ass, and leaned over his member, opening my lips and letting the head of his cock slide in. Without wasting any time, I began sucking him off, bobbing my head, and letting my hoof rub him where I couldn't get him into my mouth.

"Aah! Coming!" he cried, as his entire body tensed up. I looked up at him, half his dick in my mouth, as the first rope of baby batter hit the back of my throat. It was warm, sticky, and had a weird taste I had grown accustomed to. His hips bucked and his member convulsed with each spurt, the stream of cum soon filling up what space I had. A dribble of it began leaking out of the corner of my mouth.

Finally, his climax finished, and he fell back, panting. Tapping him on the balls to get him to look up, I pulled off his dick and opened my mouth to show his collected seed. I closed my mouth and swallowed loudly, licking up the remainder that was dribbling out of my mouth.

I shuffled over to him and pressed my body on top of him, nuzzling him in the chest. "You certainly know how to please a mare."

"Well, when you find a collection of porn mags..."

I looked up at him, a smirk on my face. "Aww, shame. Thought you'd learn it by heart."

"Well, that to."

Chuckling, I closed my eyes. "Well, that was relaxing. But, we'd better get some shut eye before we have to go do boring shit again."

"Alright. You go watch the slaves."

I gave him a soft kick. "No, you're the medic. I'll keep an eye out outside."

"Aww, ok, you win."

I sighed, curling closer to him. I didn't love him, of course - love was a luxury I didn't have. But he was warm, soft, cute, and a damn good fucker.

Didn't take me long to fall to sleep.

Footnote: Level up.

New perk: Quick Recovery - It only costs you 10 AP to stand up after being knocked down.

Quest perk: Pony Sutra - You are experienced in the art of giving and receiving physical pleasure. You are more likely to have sexual encounters with specific characters.

Author's Note

Huzzah for level ups! Even one-shots need experience points.

Anyway, this was just a short thing I wrote for the hell of it. Had character, wrote sex.

If you want to read more Fallout Equestria stuff from me, I have a side story, Purity.
If you want to read more clopfic, here's my only other published piece, Duet d'Amour

Hope you enjoyed~