Fallout Equestria: How to Train Your Slaver

Well… How do you expect me to start this off? Not with “Dear Diary”, I hope. That’s stupid.

I guess I can start my journal off like this.

My name is Two Bits. I am ~~a p~~ an earth pony mare. I have a copper mane with straight bangs, and the ends brush against my cheeks. My fur is a dull gold, and my eyes are the color of silver. My cutie mark is… odd, to say the least. It’s two Old Equestrian one-bit coins from before the war. It means I’m good at bartering and trading, but another thing, too. I love prospecting, which is a nicer word for scavenger. Picking through what most ponies consider junk, and learning more about before the Mega-spells fell… it’s really fun. It truly is. I earned my cutie mark when I found a bag filled with old bitcoins and later went searching for a book that explained what they were, how they were made, and everything about them, and even later talking to other prospectors.

Well, today was my eighteenth birthday. Tomorrow I’m going out, leaving the little trading town where I was born. I’m going to miss my friends, but I’ll be able to see them again someday.

Either way, tonight was fun. Everypony got drunk off their asses, and I almost got to bang Duck Hunt. By that I mean I asked for a birthday fuck, and he told me I was drunk. I was only on my second bottle at that point. Tight ass. He ended up giving me a .22 pistol, though. Such a nice colt. I would’ve liked him up my plot.

Long Trot gave me an Atomic Cocktail he had from the last time he went through the Marejave, and War Club ended up kissing me. I hope Duck Hunt was jealous, but he seemed unaffected. I think he’s gay.

The best gifts, though, were from Grandad. He gave me a white necklace with a blue stone in it. He told me it was an amulet that gave non-unicorns the power of basic levitation. He also gave me his old armor. It has a plate on the back the color of the ocean, and dark green bands around the chest and stomach, and black shoulder-pads. He said that it was modelled after the changelings, bug-like creatures that could change into anything they could possibly imagine. In fact, their queen turned into Princess Cadence during her wedding and attempted to marry the brother of Ministry Mare Twilight!

Well… enough of that. I’m really ti

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Today was pretty eventful. I found a new travelling companion, a really damn cute unicorn stallion with a Zebracian name I couldn’t pronounce if I tried. He’s soo nice, and he carried all of my weapons and supplies for me, and he killed a bunch of radscorpions for me. He told me he’s going to meet up with his friends and they’re going to travel to Canterlot. He said I could go with them! Squee! Maybe if I play my cards right, I can get in his armor. Oh, goddess, I hope he doesn’t see my blush. He… he’s looking at me, and he’s motioning me to come to him! Oh, goddess yes!

***

No, oh fuck no! The stallion… he’s a… oh, fuck, he’s a slaver. I… I need to get my stuff back… oh, crap, he can see my necklace glow. SHIT!!!

***

He didn’t take my necklace, and I bucked his friend when they tried to take my armor… I still have my journal and a pencil. Still, I have to be careful. If they find either one, I’m fucked. Literally. Well… I have a slave collar over my necklace. I can’t levitate things very well anymore, but it conceals the glow, that’s good…

***

The mare in the cage across from me got actual good food today, but… what they did… she let them rape her until she bled and her stomach bulged from the sheer amount of cum they blasted in her. Why would they do this?! What sick bastard does that?! One of the stallions came over to me, and offered food. His name… his name was… Knockout? I think so. He asked me if I wanted anything to eat as well. I punched him as hard as I could. He would have killed me if his friends hadn’t stopped him. I’ve never been so afraid in my life. I don’t want to be here. I want to be home!

***

Oh, fuck. They raped her again. I don’t know how she can stand that torture? Her eyes are bloodshot, and she can’t speak, I don’t think. But those things they said to her… calling her the perfect sex doll… and that she’s such a pretty little cumbucket… I- I know I like sex, but… this isn’t sex! This is disgusting! Knockout asked me again. He stayed away from my cage, that’s good. I still told him to fuck off. My stomach hurts, though. I’m so hungry… But I won’t get raped for it!

***

She died. They raped her until she bled out. S-sick fucks! Why would they do it?! What happened when the Mega-spells fell that makes them so vile, so evil! AND THEN THEY FUCKED HER CORPSE! WHO FUCKS A BLOODY, CUMMY, DEAD, COLD CORPSE?!?! No, this is it. I’m not taking this shit. I’ll escape, I just need to find out how.

***

I heard them talking. About me.

“Give her the Dash.”

Why do I have a feeling it’s not about the Ministry Mare?

***

My eye, it’s not… oh goddess…

Knockout tried to give me drugged food. They want to get me addicted to Dash so I’ll be their little whorse. Now I know why that mare let them fuck her raw. She was addicted. I won’t be her. I threw the food into Knockout’s face. He practically flew at me in fury. All I remember was being knocked senseless, unable to fight back. Then a squish and unbearable pain. Then… my face was all wet and I couldn’t see…

My left eye… is a bloody mess.

***

Remember what I said? About my eye? I spoke too soon. I don’t have one anymore. Fuck Knockout, fuck the other slavers, fuck the stallion who seduced me. Fuck them all. I figured out how to unlock my cage. I’m gone. And if I fail? It’s better than this.

Viva la revolution.