Fallout Equestria: The Miner's Song

Fallout Equestria:

The Miners song

Chapter 2: "A romp in the hey"
My hey makes you romp

Blacksmith’s heart was not known to flutter, being the only warrior in a village of peacemongers. He was often taken as to be a hardened man, only capable of battle-rage. But really, he was still the kind, jovial man his mate had fallen in love with. Mate. That was how he was to remember her as she had no ‘name’ like him and it would be too disrespectful to give her one after she was gone. To any who knew that, it would be slightly less surprised to know it did, but more so for whom. As the Miner welcomed him into his home, he once again cursed this language barrier. While Steve had learn words for battle, for building, and food there was no way he could explain the words he desperately wanted to say. Hold, sex, love. For all these words are to him and all the pain they cause him, The Miner could not possibly know what they mean even if he'd mastered their language, what with his former life of solitude. "~~Hello?~~" He jolted, tearing his eyes from the floor to The Miner who was waving his hand in his face. Blacksmith stared at him for a moment before nodding, The Miner smiled and something unexpected happened, in his chest that is. He walked behind and slightly to the side of The Miner, having had more than enough of his backside getting here. He sighed, it's not like he knew it would work between two males anyway.

"MMMOORREE!" P-21 yelled into his pillow. In the most dignified and dainty of ways came the response to his plea, that is to say the mare-cock in his ass sped up in it's pounding of said ass. Blackjack moaned throatily as she hilted again in the father of her children, gyrating her hips against his ass she lit her horn, pulling the stallion's head up with her magic she cooed into his ear, "What was that my little colt," THRUST "hmmmm?" Now P-21 only panted and squeaked pathetically, and moaned like a girl when his mare stared fondling him with her fleshy fingers.

He loved this, being totally ruled by somepony he could trust with his life, he could relax and be free. "OOooooh, *huff*, AAAAaahhh! Blackjack, I'm close, stop me!" The mare on his back grinned and with a flash there was a tight, glowing ring around the base of his cock. P-21 clenched his eyes shut and focused on his anus, and the pleasure radiating from it. Then he felt the cock inside him flare and they snapped open, Blackjack grunted and shifted so she was on her honches and he on her lap, still thrusting up into her colt. The stallion stretched his neck out to look past his moderately sized member to see the foot and two inches shlong going into him, wanting to see it fill him. He was NOT disappointed, he watched it pulse, then he felt it and he screamed. At that moment the band around him disappeared and he did his best impression of a milk fountain. It wasn't a very good one and he made most of the bed sticky.

"Damn P-21, you may not have much stamina but you shoot like a hose!" Blackjack remarked as she pulled out of her happily limp colt, letting him flop down in his own spoo, next to a passed out Glory. There was a beep from her Pip-Buck just a she released her futa-spell. With a groan she clenched her hands, watching them harden back into hooves, then brought the wrist mounted terminal up to her face and flipped through the tabs. Her brow furrowed, "Contracted?... Investigate sightings of strange phenomena in the greater Canterlot area." A message from the NCR? Why where they calling for her help, all the way in Hoofington?

I hear something. Something in my home. I turn to Blacksmith, he hears it too. From my inventory come two diamond swords, armed, we slink towards the foyer from the den. Just in time we arrive to see a white blur of motion dash into another hall, we're running now, the fear gone now that we know it's not an Enderman. It must be a Dire Chicken, as there small clumps of feathers marking the way, through the kitchen, the armory, the banquet hall, I might just have to skip the tour. The downy trail leads down a certain hallway and I know the chase is up, nothing can get through the door at the end of... this.....ha..ll.

It's open. It's open! The door to the portal room is open! I sprint down to it, it's not broken, it's open. I look back at Blacksmith and hold a hand out for him to halt, he does. I make the hand sign for "not safe", he replies with "never stopped you before"... I am not amused, I'm laughing just to laugh. We head back to the armory, me furtively looking around each and every corner as we go.

Blacksmith can not move. He is frozen in place, not from cold though, but apprehension. If The Miner meant everything he just signed to him, then elders warnings were true. The Miner did have a portal to hell, and things could come out of it! Also into it. And now he was being asked to help confront something that likely came from it. Blacksmith could hardly believe it, this was madness! NO! This. Was. Love! It was a long shot, but maybe just maybe he could teach The Miner about love through action! At the very least he could endear himself to him. Rather then bother with the hand motions Blacksmith nodded, almost frantically so. Surely The Miner could understand that this was not the sort of risk one would take for any friend! Yes. With his connections to the Village withering and his love ever growing, Blacksmith resolved to stand by him.