Author's Note

Well there you have it. i have already written chapter 4, and it involves VERY graphic clop/rape. you can choose to skip it if you wish. No one is forcing you to stare at your goddamn screen. I'll upload it after a while i guess.

First time writing for one of fallout equestria storylines. Havent even finished the main story yet. Just got really bored after seeing Little pip's naivety in the wastelands, and thats when i stumbled upon harsh realities. I decided to pick up where the writer left off. I believe that there can be great potential for this story line.

Please keep in mind that i havent finished reading FOE. Thus there may be some discrepancies in it. Please regard this as a completely different storyline than to the main storyline. they are not affiliated in anyway.

Comments and constructive criticism welcome on how i can improve my writing style to further mimick the FOE style please.

Chapter 3

Harsh realities chapter 3:

Those twists and turns

A familiar tinkling of the bell rings outside my cell.

I groaned and forced myself up onto my tired hooves, putting on the standard bed gown that the girls usually wore and trotting nervously out of my cell and as quickly as I could to the assigned room.

It’s been 7 days now. Just one week, and already news of the famed heroine of the wasteland being sold as a sex slave, a common whorse, spread like balefire throughout the desecrated lands of equestria. I have already lost count of how many stallions came in me, those awful days just going by in a blur. I hardly slept, hardly ate, as the cruel bell outside my cell keeps on ringing. Every chime of that bell represents another paying customer expecting me to be splayed out on that musty mattress, legs apart, letting him pour out his lusts and sick perversions over, and into, my body.

I still harboured thoughts of escaping, even though I realized it was probably hopeless without the use of my horn. I still had trouble doing even the most basic of the things such as scooping up my meals from the cauldron. Every mistake I made such as spilling the food or breaking a glass of water did nothing but earn me fresh lashes from the head chef, and worst of all, making me remember the painful memory of having my identity as a unicorn forcefully ripped from me.

Fresh tears welled up in my eyes late every night as I laid on my cot every night to give my used and exhausted body as much rest as it could get before the next ordeal. After my first customer, Albert had sent me to the nurse’s office to get me patched up, along with two unicorn guards. What a cruel joke, them escorting their own mutilated kind and imprisoning them in such a Celestia forsaken place. I considered convincing them to free me, surely they would know who I am. But stopped as I knew now was definitely not the right time, if even a ‘kind’ stallion like Albert had shown such loyalty to the master, what more of his guards. Especially just one day after the “master” disciplined me, if talk of me thinking of escaping reached his ears, I just can't bear to imagine what would happen.

I shuddered violently and retched up bile, feeling sick just at the thought. No. Now is not the time. The correct course of action now was to play along, and lull them into a forced sense of security. I’ll make my move then. Until such a time comes, I would need intelligence of the castle and my prison, as well as its personnel. Albert has become less harsh towards me, now that I’m following orders without question, although I could still see a hint of sadness every time I looked him in the eyes.

But there was still a silver lining in all this Goddesses damned madness that is my home. I became friends with the other slave girls who were also bought or captured here, and most of all with three-bit and Hay, given that I knew them,intimately, in a manner of speaking. Everypony here started out as I did, scared shitless, but maybe not quite so rebellious and feisty. Sunshine pillows let slip that I was the first to actually hurt the master during my first day when I jabbed the torture drug meant for me into himself, leading to my horrible punishment. My heart sank back into depression after relieving that horrid memory, till Hay shushed pillows after seeing my pained expression. The girls here had learnt their place and the ways of the trade quickly. I only wished I had adapted half as well as them. All of my possessions had been confiscated, including my personal pipbuck, and even my ragged Stable 2 uniform that had seen better days. The only things I had were the plain bed gowns and a couple dresses that were given to me to wear during my ‘duties’. It was like rubbing salt into my wounds. However, I had learnt from the other girls that depending on behavior and performance, the master tended to show some form of kindness such as giving allowance, and even letting the girls go out into town to enjoy themselves, under guard of course. I wondered if I could exploit that somehow.

My head was much better now, and the throbbing pain from the loss of my horn was gone, replaced by a dull ache only if I touched the stump on my head. That trip to the nurses office really help me loads. I was actually impressed at the medical expertise of the doctors that these Celestia-damned slavers had acquired. My radiation sickness was gone, as well as any wounds I had before I was enslaved. Even the wounds that I suffered during my ”punishment”, had been healed so thoroughly that there wasn’t even a hint of scarring. The doctors also had me on a course of special pills that staves away the withdrawal symptoms of those Mint-als. I wondered darkly if the reason that they had such good medical care in this evil place was because the poor girls needed it on a regular basis.

It was the end of another tiring day. Just as I was about to drift off into the usual realm of nightmares, the knocking of hooves on the door woke me up, and Albert’s muffled voice came through the door.

“Missy I’m coming in”

The door opened and Albert stood in the doorway, silhouetted in the torchlights.

“The master demands your presence in his private chambers.” He said brusquely.

I stood there, fear shooting through my body at those words and making me break out into cold sweat.

Albert stared and huffed impatiently at my blank expression

“Immediately missy. You know what happens if you make him angry.”

When the words finally sunk in, I sprang into action. Trying to put on a dress without magic in a fear induced frenzy is as complicated as trying to disarm a balefire bomb with raiders shooting at you. When I finally got myself into a satisfactory appearance, I followed Albert on shaky hooves. My hooves felt like lead and it took all my willpower not to just collapse into a sobbing heap right there in the dungeon corridor. A fearful lump formed at my throat making it hard to breathe.

“W..w..what does he want with me? What did I do wrong?” I managed to squeak out at Albert while following behind him on the way to my perceived doom.

“I do not know.” He simply replied. “But I do know that he rarely sees his girls a second time after the buying and breaking, and especially not in his personal quarters. You are the first to have that honor.”

Honor?! If you could call being led into a room with the most evil and despicable pony in the Equestrian wasteland “honor”, Then ponykind was truly beyond saving now, I thought bitterly.

Albert noticed my hoofsteps slow to a stop, as the fear finally overtook me. He followed suit, looked back and sighed.

“Look missy, I know what you think of the master. He can be…. harsh… in his disciplinary actions, but whether you like it or not, you should know that he had saved your life on more occasions than one. Even now, he is protecting you from outside hostile forces. He takes care of his own property. Do you have any idea of the magnitude of your reputation out on the wasteland? You have many bitter enemies that want your head on a pike. There had already been several very generous bids by them to buy you over, and he declined them all. They even tried to disguise themselves as ordinary customers, but we had been unusually stringent on security since you came here. I’m sure you can guess what they will do to you will be nothing compared to what the master had done, with the outcome only leading to death.”

“B..but he-“ I stammered quietly, ears flat against my head.

“Did you know” Albert continued, “that they even tried to break in by force to capture you? There had already been 3 assaults on the castle by mercenaries and raiders. But the master’s forces had driven them all back. Even guard ponies had bled and died to defend you without your knowledge.”

“He almost killed me himself! And after what he did to me I wished he had.” I cried. There was NO LUNA-DAMNED WAY he was going to guilt me into forgiving that evil bastard after he raped and essentially destroyed me. How dare him! Fucking Albert! He did not have the slightest idea of what it’s like to be a slave to that monster.

“I assure you, Miss Pip, that if the master wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t be standing here in this corridor right now.” He said dangerously, glaring at me. “Like I said, you are his property and investment. And the master ALWAYS, takes care of his own.”
“Now let’s get moving, unless you wish to have a broken jaw or a few teeth missing.”

I immediately followed, forcing my hooves to trot along the carpeted floor as quickly as I could. The ice in my chest grew bigger and heavier with every step I took towards the master’s room at the top of the tower. Torches lit the stairway up to the pinnacle of the castle. By the time I got to the top, my legs were shaking so badly it was a Celestia-given miracle that I was actually still standing.

We finally reached the giant mahogany doors at the top of the tower. It had intricately carved beautiful pictures of mythological creatures such as dragons and phoenixes on it. The grandeur of it only means that the one behind those doors can only be the sole ruler of this castle, and the bane of my existence.

Albert turned to leave.

“W…wait...” I spluttered, the ice in my chest making it hard to talk. As blunt and harsh as Albert had been, I did not want to be alone in that room. I needed a friend, even if it wasn’t a really good one.

He turned towards me, “Just remember your place, and you will be fine.” And with that he clopped away down the stairs.

Gee, how reassuring, I thought bitterly, as I stared wistfully at the fading glow of Albert’s torch.

I turned my attention back to the giant, Goddesses-damned doors. I sighed and struggled to regain my composure. Bucking Luna’s fat ass damn It! There was no sense in just standing out here. Every minute that the master had to wait is just making it more likely that he would break my nose or cut off my tongue.

I quickly wiped off a few tears off my cheeks with a hoof, sighed loudly and banged on the ominous door with my hoof.
The nightmarish familiar honeyed voice answered, “Come in”

Without warning the doors creaked open on rusty hinges, and there was a reddish orange glow in the interior of the room. I steeled myself for the worst, and took my first fearful step into forbidden territory.

There he was, the devil in his immaculate and perfectly pressed suit, sitting at a polished oak table at the golden framed windows at the other side of the room, looking at me. I stopped and took in my surroundings. The room was HUGE! It was very well furnished. Soft velvet pillows littered the hand woven carpet covering the floor, magnificently carved furniture that adorned the sides, and a gargantuan bed that looked luxurious enough for Celestia herself covered half the room. There was even a manticore skin rug on the floor. Everything in this room screamed royalty. Lavender and jasmine scented candles gave the room an oddly romantic glow and a pungent aroma.

A flare of righteous anger erupted within me, knowing that innocent ponies out there on the wasteland were struggling to survive and that the pile of zebra shit that invited me here, who deserved ten lifetimes in tartarus, was living like a Princess. How could life get anymore unfair?! I silently cursed Celestia and Luna, or whatever Goddesses that still care about us, for letting this happen.

My gaze was quickly drawn back to the monster here with me. The white stallion was still sitting at the table there, motionless, and observing me with an unusually intense gaze. Panic jolts me back into reality and the all too familiar sense of ice come rushing back into my gut. I immediately bowed on my forelegs.

Remember your place, said Albert.

“You called for me, master?” It took all I had to say that in as neutral and meekly a tone as I could. If he detected any hint of insolence…

I gulped.

Silence. Those seconds of silence may well be a year. I kept myself bowed as I waited for a response. Celestia damn it! Why won’t he respond?! After what seems like an eternity, I heard that silky voice reply.

“Come here”

I hesitated just for a split second and immediately trotted over to the table, head bowed at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. Maybe that was a good thing, if I was forced to see it, I might just lose control of myself and smash in that pretty face of his….

“Pretty?!’ I couldn’t believe what I just thought, it must be the fear getting to me... and that evil little pony in my head just nickered. ARGH! I hate that thing!

After a long pause, the stallion spoke. “I’m sure you must be wondering why I’ve called you here.”

I said nothing. I wasn’t asked a question, surely its ok if I kept my silence. Right?

“Sit down”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Sit down?! Was this some kind of trick? He was supposed to beat me senseless by now. It took a while for the words to sink in. But it did, and I immediately took up a seat opposite him across the table, and sat down on my haunches. I still refused to meet his gaze.

The stallion smiled and got up. His perfectly tended mane caught in the breeze that came in from the window, making him seem like an angel. But I knew better. He WAS an angel. A fallen one for sure.

The master walked across the table and stopped next to me. It chilled me to the bone with fear just knowing that the monster that raped me was just a feet away. He place his hoof beneath my chin and firmly forced me to look at him. I dared not resist, and forced myself to look him in the eye. It was only now that I noticed that the stallion’s eyes were strikingly red. Pure blood red. It gave him an indescribable look that was both evil and alluring at the same time. Honestly he wasn’t bad looking, quite a looker. A white stallion with blond mane and violet eyes. I’d only wish his heart was half as beautiful as his appearance.

“You’re much more beautiful now after a bit of patching and dolling up, expected of the famed Lightbringer. Though I hoped you were taller.” he commented. I said nothing.

“I’m not one to beat around the bush. I called you here today to make you my concubine.”
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I could not believe my ears. What?! Concubine?!

WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL! I thought I heard wrong, a cold dark pit forming in my heart. What could this mean?!
My panic addled mind would not let me speak words. Instead I just spluttered and gasped like a feral ghoul trying to talk English. The white stallion chuckled.

“That is truly an expression to die for. I’m not disappointed.”

I thought he meant it as a joke, after hearing that.

“Are you fucking joking?” I asked scathingly, before realizing my mistake too late.

A backhoof across my face sent me crashing to the floor in pain, the whole world around me bursting into stars. Dear Celestia he’s strong!

“You seem to be forgetting who you are speaking to.” He said.

After my vision cleared, I got up on shaky legs. My right cheek stung. But soon the realization dawned on me. I scrambled to the corner, hyperventilating, trying to put as much distance between me and the beast.

“I…I..I’m sorry, m..master” I blurted.

“Please, from now on call me Blackheart. I want you to always say my name in what I have planned for you…” He smirked.

“Why me? You own so many girls, some who even are loyal to you, and have served you far longer. Why would you choose me?!” I almost screamed. Why was this happening?!

“Why, why, why… so many questions.” Blackheart looked at me with cold, merciless eyes.

“You are a very important investment to me, Littlepip. When word of your capture came to me, I knew what it would mean having the Lightbringer, Heroine of the wastelands, under my command. I immediately sent out my representatives to contact Monterey Jack. I was not the only one who wanted you. Rival warlords wanted you, or more specifically, your reputation as well. I eliminated all competition, by ANY means necessary, and then paid for your price from Monterey. He wanted a million caps for you, but through the magic of haggling, your worth had been whittled down to 100 thousand. You wouldn’t believe how having knives at the throat of loved ones could be such effective bargaining chips.”

I genuinely felt sick to my stomach hearing that, but he went on.

“And so you came into my hands. I wanted to break you like I did the other girls, but you caught me by surprise when you pulled that little stunt of yours with the needle. I have broken unicorns before, but none of them had the gall to attack me directly like that. I must say even though I’m impressed with your courage, it felt so good to break off that little-do-goody horn of yours. I forget that I’m not dealing with any simple wastelander mare, but the light bringer herself.”

He nodded to a gem adorned glass phylactery on a shelf. I followed his gaze and my eyes widened when I saw the fragments of my horn in there.

“ Your status had been both a blessing and curse to my business, blessing in a sense that more customers had been coming to my castle demanding ‘services’, yours in particular, and also a curse in that keeping you here had made me a few enemies as well. You are quite sought after in this wasteland. And so I thought, I have a gem here in my clutches, and I shouldn’t be sharing my prized possession with ordinary stallions.” He smiled wickedly, “Even though I had taken your virginity, there is one way I will ultimately claim my prize."

He pointed a perfectly manicured hoof at me. "You are going to bear me an heir.”