Jason laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes as he took slow deep breaths. It had been, maybe, a few minutes since the mare had told him his leg was broken and his prized bike was thrashed beyond riding capabilities. And also a few minutes since the other sister had come in and informed the frock wearing one the food was being made, before taking her leave. He wasn't liking his current situation in the slightest, his leg burned now that he knew it was broken, a burning sensation that went from his ankle to his hip and thigh and back again. A painful throbbing that didn't cease, and if it did it only came back full force making him wince. He's had plenty of borken bones before, and this was no new thing to him.

But he would have preferred to be in his own place, or in the hospital... or some place that wasn't here, trapped in a stranger's house with a pretty looking but probably very dangerous duo of sisters. He didn't know what the frock wearing one's problem was, or her sister's... but he could take a guess as to the more aggressive sister. She had a voice that was a strong demanding presence, she was the type that, once she started for you, there was no running or hiding. Jason knew her type, she was the kind that would hunt you down after you wronged her and skull fuck you until you couldn't breath properly, then proceed to break your legs.

Intimidating, ruthless, the bandit personality is one that she had. He didn't get a good look at her however as she was behind the door when she spoke, but he recognized her voice from before. He wondered who else was hanging around here, Jason felt like there were more people here, more then just the sisters. While he didn't doubt their killing ability and generally ruthlessness, he figured there had to be more in the house somewhere that could probably be a bit more... ruthless, maybe more ponies or humans?

He didn't know exactly.

The scavenger was more concerned with what he was going to do now, I guess just risk getting killed until my leg heals... or try to escape when this mare leaves. He sighed through his nose, picking at his fingernail as the mare next to him stared at nothing in particular. SIlence permeated the room for some time, save for the distant sound of a grandfather clock was ticking in the next room, the wall to said next room being damaged to a degree from what looked like an explosion and repaired with wooden plans and sheet metal. The windows in the room were boarded up, with only the thin trails of light peaking through like car beams, he could even see dust particles flying around through the light.

Some more time passed, maybe a few minutes before the mare next to him spoke up. "What is your name?" She asked him, turning to look at him now and pulling him out of his thought process.

"My name?" He replied with his own question, "Jason... Jason Hill..." He rose an eyebrow at her, wondering why she asked. "Yours?"

"I am Maud Pie." She answered, blinking before holding out her hand, "It is nice to meet you, Jason."

Your face says otherwise. He thought but didn't say, as he took her hand and, to his surprise, was given a rather firm handshake that had plenty of strangth behind it, which he returned with his own strong handshake. He was very surprised that she was stronger looking thenhe first thought, she didn't look like she was a bodybuilder or someone who did hard work, but a look at her arm told him otherwise. She had the look of someone who's done plenty of hard work, and has the body to show for it.

He was a bit intimidated.

"Same... same." He replied as their handshake ended, Maud seemed to have more strength to her then he first thought. She's got some muscle to her... even if it doesn't show, then again it's dark in here. He noted, as he leaned back against the headboard with a sigh. Okay, I know her name, Maud Pie, do I know that name? Pie? I feel like I've heard that before, but I'm not sure where. He racked his mind for where he may have heard the name Pie before, it sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

His thoughts were broken when Maud stood up, picking up her shotgun and proceeding out of the room, he said nothing as she lingered by the door. "I will bring you some food, so you do not have to get up." She told him, opening the door and closing it just as swiftly, leaving him alone with only his mind for company.

She's hot. His subconscious told him.

Oh shut up brain, I'll admit she's pretty, but I run solo and you know it. Jason replied, frowning as he looked around the room, more or less seeing if there was a way he could sneak out without alerting the others that may be inside the house. While he was... grateful for their aid, he didn't feel like sticking around in case they had plans for him. Maud seemed... nice he supposed, but it could have been a ruse, after all she had the voice and demeanor of someone who could care less about someone like him. SItting up, he suppressed cursing from the pain spiking in his chest. He felt like he had been cut on, and a peak under the bandages revealed he was indeed, cut in several places, some minor lacerations covering his chest and abdomen. Must be from the crash. He figured, moving the covers off of him and slowly moving his legs off the bed.

As soon as his good foot touched the floor, the door behind him opened up, and he cursed inside his head.

Busted~ The little voice in his head cackled madly,

Fuck you, fuck you dead. Jason told his inner voice, as he heard the... other sister behind him.

"The fuck are you doing?" He heard behind him, that terrifying yet... alluring voice belonging to Maud's sister. Turning his head, he saw her standing in the doorway, and she was just like her voice... commanding and intimidating. The woman was standing, maybe a little bit taller then Maud by a few inches. She was wearing a form fitting tee-shirt colored black, with a open torn sleeve jacket over it that looked like it belonged to the Equestria Military if the coat of arms on the shoulder was any indication. She also wore a pair of combat pants that hugged her legs, showing off a rather... curvaceous and well toned body, she was nothing like Maud however, for he could see she had plenty of muscle, enough to give her a striking but attractive appearence. Her coloration was a bluish gray while her mane was a lighter opalish gray color, apple green eyes stared at him, narrowed in suspicion.

She's hot too, damn~

Oh my god, go away. Jason cursed at the voice, only to agree with it. This mare was... very attractive, the kind of girl that could take care of herself, crack skulls if need be. The mare had her arms crossed over her chest, eyes narrowed with one eyebrow raised at him, he could see the strap of a shotgun around her chest with the gun hanging off her back, the strap was pushing against her shirt and her moderately sized chest which, he couldn't help but notice as it showed off her... assets.

Damn, she's a Double D, hehe, look at em!

... You're way more perverted than I thought.

Oh come on, you know you're liking it!

... Shut up. Shaking his head, Jason painfully turned around until he was able to face her, taking a few painful breaths, he answered her. "Um... what am I doing?"

The girl frowned, asking, "What are you doing trying to get outta bed! Didn't Maud tell you that your leg's fucked? You can't frigging walk you idiot!" She told him, anger in her eyes as she walked into the room.

"Look, I appreciate what you guys did bu-" He didn't get to finish as the mare came over and pushed him back onto the bed, forcing him back to laying down.

"But nothing you fucking asshole!" She yelled at him, holding his arms down as she stood over him, green eyes boring into his blue/green ones. "Me and my little sister didn't fucking risk our lives to help you, just so you could fucking get yourself killed trying to walk out the door!" The mare was pissed, aggressively so. He tried to move his arms, but found that she was very stronger, and a part of him had no doubt she could break him in half if she really wanted to.

Jason returned her glare with one of his own, trying desperately to ignore the fact her breasts were pushing into his chest. "Look, I'm grateful for what you and your sister did... but I'd rather not stay here, I-" He didn't get to finish as someone clearing their throat alerted the two that someone was at the door. Both turning their heads, they saw Maud standing there with a bowl in her grasp, looking bored as ever as she walked into the room.

She's got a nice rack too, daaaaayuuum~

... Ugh.

"Problems Limestone?" Maud questioned her sister, as she stood by the bed, setting a bowl aside on the side table near Jason. The mare had taken her shotgun somewhere, probably putting it away so seeing how she probably would not need it.

Limestone growled. "This idiot is trying to get up and leave!" She told Maud in an angry tone, still holding Jason's arms down as the man winced from how much she was pushing down.

"He probably doesn't know where he is, and wants to leave, its understandable." Maud replied, as Jason turned to her.

The human looked between them both, before looking over at Maud. "Now that you brought that up," Jason coughed, still struggling against Limestone. "Where am I exactly?"

"You're at the Pie Family Rock Farm, in Rockville." Maud answered, blinking slowly as she titled her head.

Limestone grinned slightly, saying, "Yeah, you're on my farm, human." Limestone growled, leaning in a little closer to his face so she could glare into his eyes. "That means what I say goes, so I say you should be grateful we brought you here and that we haven't kicked you out"

Jason returned her glare once more, narrowing his eyes before saying, "I am grateful, but I'd rather not stay on this farm any longer then I have to." He told her, I'm already beginning to not like this one. Jason returned the girl's frown, and she did the same, both staring into each other's eyes with no small amount of anger. The two kept this up until Limestone eventually backed away from him, huffing as her frown became more prominant.

"I have better things to do then argue with you, I have a farm to run." With that said, Limestone left the room, slamming the door on her way out and leaving Maud with Jason, who looked equally as peeved.

"That was my sister," Maud told him, as she took a seat on the chair next to his bed, blinking her eyes.

Jason just scoffed, sniffling. "She always a bitch?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow at Maud.

"She is not being a bitch," Maud stated, and despite her voice being as monotone as ever, Jason could feel an edge to it, like she was... cross with what he said.

Well no shit, you called her sister a bitch you dingus!

"She is just angry with you trying to leave, and possibly injuring yourself further." Maud finished, looking at Jason with her blank look.

Jason just groaned, rolling his eyes. "I've had a broken leg before, and like I said, I appr-" He didn't get to finish as Maud suddenly was near him, leaning over him and looking him in the eyes. Jason gulped as he felt her breath on his face, her blank look staring into his own somewhat intimidated face, as her chest more or less pressed against him.

He wondered if this was going ot become a running theme with these two.

"I doubt you would be able to make it far on that leg, there are no friendly places within fifty miles." She told him, making him rethink his escape plans. He didn't think he was that far away from any safe holdout, this place he was in must have been really secluded. He wasn't sure how to feel about that, as his plans went out the window, along with his health. "You would die before you managed to get onto the road."

Jason groaned, laying back and trying to ignore the mare's breasts pressed against his body. "F-fine... I'll stay..." But I won't like it. He thought to himself as Maud stood up, going back over to the chair she was sitting at and picking up the bowl she laid nearby. The bowl had lost the thin trail of steam coming from it, but Maud still handed it over to the human.

Jason eyed the bowl warily, before taking it into his hands. He sat up slightly, the smell was actually quite appealing to him, even though he wasn't sure what to make of it. The bowl was filled with green liquid, and had a spoon setting in it... but the most odd thing, was that there was a rock right square in the middle. He foudn the bowl heavy but figured the bowl was made out of something heavy, nope...

There was a fucking rock in the middle of the soup.

Rock... there's a rock... in my food... Jason was unable to ponder long, about the rock being in his soup, before Maud spoke up.

"In case you don't know, you don't eat the rock."

Jason nodded dumbly, picking up said rock and holding it, it was a simple, jagged rock. He inspected it, unsure as to its specific purpose, before setting it back into the soup with a curious glance towards Maud. "Uhh... t-thanks?" He said, and Maud nodded, before taking her leave.

However, she lingered by the door, saying, "Please, refrain from trying to leave, I'd rather not go outside to find you gutted in the middle of the road." WIth that said, she left, closing the door behind her and leaving Jason to ponder that, as well as the rock.

The oddly shaped jagged rock.

Why the rock?

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A few minutes passed since he was given the bowl of soup stuff with the rock in it, he had, hesitantly eaten from it. He had half expected it to be poisoned, but that would make no sense, if those two wanted him dead, they could have just left him out in the quarry for mutants to get to, or just killed him on the spot. There was no sense in them taking him to their home, fixing him up and then poisoning him. So, he ate the soup, and... despite there being a rock in it, it was actually pretty damn good, a bit tangy with a sort of spice in it.

It was enjoyable actually, and a lot better then anything he had actually managed to get at holdouts and the Metro systems back home. Most of the food was mostly irradiated, too old and just made to look new, made from mutated animals, or just plain disgusting stuff people found and turned into food. Of course he still ate it, and now he was wondering what exactly went into this soup to make it taste so good.

Hopefully nothing gross.

After finishing off the soup, he had set the bowl and rock aside, puffing out a cheek in boredom as he looked around the room. He didn't see anything that escaped his earlier inspection, just some rocks sitting on some shelves, books that involved rocks, a poster or two that had faded depicting a band he didn't know.

He had a feeling it was a rock band.

Jason could only lay his head back as he wondered just what he was going to do now, the least he wanted to do was move around, but his leg still burned slightly and he didn't see anything like a crutch in sight. The room, was bland as bland could be, and actually quite boring. So he just laid back, clasping his hands together on his stomach and twiddling his thumbs together. Might as well wait. He thought to himself, sighing through his nose as he began to wait.

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An Hour Later

After some time, Limestone had come back into the room, looking as mean as ever, her narrowed gaze, tensed muscles and her whole demeanor suggested she was ready to clock him if he tried anything. He just returned her glare with one of his own, he had met her type plenty of times back home and in Equestria's own holdouts. The rowdy tough tomboy of a girl that liked to punch first, then dropkick your friend the next.

It was incredibly scary, and attractive at the same time.

` "Not trying to escape now?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow as she walked over to the side table and grabbed the bowl.

Jason scoffed softly, shaking his head and he replied, "No I'm not, your sister informed me that death is, uh... a good possibility if I try to leave." He then smiled a sweet smile towards her, "So you're pretty much stuck with me~" He then grinned a toothy smile, waggling his eyebrows at her.

To his surprise, he saw the faintest hints of red on her cheeks before she scoffed, turning away and walking out of the room, tail swishing as she walked. He was given a very unintentional view of her well toned rear, before she left the room, slamming the door behind her and leaving him alone. He wasn't given much time left to himself before she came back into the room, holding a small box in her hand about as big as a Playstation 2.

The mare walked over to him before tossing it to him, which he barely stopped from hitting him in the face. "Hey! Why're you throwing shit at me?"

"That was in your sidecar, with some other shit we managed to scrounge up." Limestone told him, crossing her arms as Jason held up the package.

He didn't see anything on it except for duct tape, he also did not see any markings on it at all, no address, nothing at all except the tape covering it all around. Jason went through his memories, trying to find any such one of this package coming into his posession. This was an unknown to him, he could not recall this ever being given to him by anyone. Where did this thing come from?

"We brought your other shit up from the crash as well, what all survived anyway." Limestone snorted, turning on her hoof and leaving the room once more. "And don't try to escape again!" She yelled, "I ain't burying your corpse on my farm." She added, leaving him alone and closing the door.

Jason wasn't paying much attention to her, only looking at the box and wondering... just where it came from.

I don't like not knowing things... He quipped in his mind, setting the package down next to the side table as his thoughts ran wild with who or what could have put that into his bike. He wasn't much of a courier, having lost plenty of packages to many threats, or bandits, or the person he was taking them were killed weeks prior. It was a good job however, and he took any job he was given...

But he didn't remember taking one, before he left earth on that escort mission...

Author's Note

What is this mysterious package? What will happen now that he's stuck with these two with possibly even more inside the house? Why did Limestone throw a box at his face when she could have easily just handed it to him?

Who knows! We'll find out next chapter.

Inspired by Flammenwerfer's Story
The S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Game Series
And The Metro 2033 books and games.

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