A few days had passed since Jason found himself in the Pie house, with two sisters, one with an expression of stone, and the other a ticking time bomb that was waiting for him to do something so she could beat his ass into the ground. His leg pain had gone away, but it still lingered like a tick he couldn't find, and it annoyed him to no end. But he managed to ignore it for the time being, instead studying the package he had in his lap currently.

It was a simple box, with enough duct tape covering it that it'd probably stop a knife. There was no label on it, no writing, no marker or special tag... nothing, it was just a simple looking package, or at least, that's what he's supposed to believe. He had shaken it a few times as well, but nothing rattled within, further examination showed the package was very thick, as if it were a solid box underneath the packaging, it was slightly heavy and didn't seem like anything was loose inside... which begged the question.

What the fuck is it? Jason wondered, eyes narrowed as he shook the box further, hearing nothing rattle. He just sighed, setting it aside before swinging his legs over the bed. Everything stung like a motherfucker, but that was to be expected seeing how he was in a crash not a few days ago. Losing his bike and most of his gear, he didn't even know what all survived, he just knew those two had kept it for him. Jason hoped they hadn't found his Snickers Bar...

He intended on eating that himself.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed a nearby stick that had been left in there beforehand. It was sturdy looking, and had proven to hold up his weight when he tried it a few times, it was time he actually got around to moving. For one thing, he was sick of laying in bed all day doing nothing except waiting for the next, sure it had only been a few days but it was enough to drive him stir crazy. With a grunt, he pushed himself up onto his good leg, wincing when his broken leg nearly hit the nightstand. After a few breathes, he managed to steady himself, before hobbling over to the door.

He had no doubt in his mind he'd get his ass chewed out by... Limestone was it? He wasn't sure, but he did know that Maud was the nice one... so that left her very aggressive sister. He could only wonder how she'd react to him getting out of bed, and hobbling down the hall like a Creeper.

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It seems the mean one was as pissed as he knew she'd be, the mare was standing up, glaring the most pissed off stare she could muster. And it was enough to have him shiver slightly, she had the look of someone who was equal parts disappointed and just pissed. He had barely made it down the hall before she appeared, walking out of a room before spotting him, arms crossed under her nicely sized breasts that he couldn't help but sneak a glance at. Whether or not she caught that, he wasn't sure.

"Didn't... I... just tell you to stay in bed!" She yelled at him, and he just frowned at her.

"Yeah, you did, and I told you I'm sick of staying in that bed." He told her, before hobbling down the hall and trying to walk past her.

Only for her to hold out her arm, halting his advance down the hall. "I don't give a shit! I don't want you getting injured in my fucking house! That, and I don't want to have to carry your ass back to the fucking room." She hissed, as a door opened up behind the Jason.

Jason however, did not hear it, instead glaring at Limestone. "If I injure myself, then I'll fucking crawl."

Suddenly, a new voice made itself known for Jason's ears. "Come on guys, don't fight." He heard, a soft voice that sounded kinda sad yet... trying to be peppy.

Turning his head, he spotted another mare behind him, wearing a pair of faded short shorts, a blouse that was torn in places and barely contained her large D cup breasts if it weren't for some kind of wrapping in place of a bra. The mare herself was a dull pink, with dark baby blue eyes and a straight mane and tail, that was long and pink like every other part of her. She looked tired almost, eyes dull, almost lifeless. Despite that, Jason still found her attractive.

I bet you'd like that blouse to fall off, wouldn't ya?

Bro... just... ugh. Jason gave up, he found the three mares to be extremely attractive in his eyes, despite their... attitudes. "I don't think we've met yet..." He said quietly, cautiously as the mare walked up to him. Breasts bouncing with each step she took until she was in front of him, her eyes looked into his own, as she held out her hand.

"Pinkie Pie..." She greeted, as he tentatively took her hand and she gave it a pitiful shake in return before walking off with a purpose, hips swaying gently before she disappeared into a room with a dull click of her door.

For some reason, Jason felt very sad now.

"... Well... that was depressing." Jason muttered under his breath, looking at his hand as Limestone just threw up her arms in the air, before turning and walking away from him.

"You wanna break you leg again, be my guest!" She growled at him, before venturing towards the front door and going out of it, into the hot sun. In the brief moment the door was opened, he felt heat rush in like a wave, washing over him and making him grimace. He was used to the heat of the wastelands, but that didn't mean he liked it any.

With Limestone out of his way, he took a deep breath before looking around the main room. He saw two couches sitting next to a fire place, along with an easy chair that had clearly seen plenty of use, if its worn appearance was any indication. Some pictures sat up on the walls, of the mares he had seen before, standing in front of a very tall and old stallion that looked like someone from the pilgrim age back on his own world, he also saw a rather pretty looking mare, an older one standing next to him. The parents? He pondered, as he heard hoofsteps, delacate ones that were light. When he turned his head, he spotted another mare, like the one in the photo standing next to Pinkie Pie, she was a timid looking thing, wearing a sweater and baggy sweat pants, and carried a small pistol on her belt that seemed to match her grey coat color.

She looked at Jason with wide eyes, seemingly scared of him as she wrung her hands together. And of course, Jason couldn't help but eye her figure, despite it being hidden by her baggy clothes, he saw she was rather... incredibly, adorable. Cute eyes and her long mane that hid her face, the faint blush on her cheeks and the biting of her lip.

Uh oh... heart attack... hnnnnnnnnnnnnng fuck. He cursed, clearing his throat. "Um... hello." He greeted, out of all of the sisters he met, this one seemed less... strange.

She nodded her head, not looking him in the eyes as she continued to wring her hands together.

"Ahem... kay..." Jason muttered. "I'm Jason... you are?" He questioned once more, as she just turned her head before walking away quickly and into another room. Rude. He thought, as he limped over to the couch, feeling his leg start to burn before plopping down with a heavy sigh and rubbing the bandaging covering his wound. Okay... that's the other two... but where are the parents? He wondered, as he saw Maud in the doorway.

"So you left anyway." She said in her delicious monotone voice, blinking slowly.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm sick of staying in that room." Jason told her with no small amount of dissatisfaction. "Pardon me for getting cabin fever." The man quipped as he looked her over, and he saw she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Working maybe?

Maud walked into the room, and the man couldn't help but watch her movements, they were almost robotic. Hips swaying just so slightly as her hands were in her by her sides, her stony face looking right at him. Once she stopped, she said, "Just try not to fall... Limestone may not look it, but she cares to some degree."

After that, Maud left with Jason snorting, rolling his eyes again as he looked over at the door. His thoughts turned to his motorcycle, his beloved mode of transportation that has always helped him in tight situations, now gone in that ditch he fell in, probably in pieces being picked away by scavengers. That thought made him angry, and he gripped his walking stick with a fuming expression as he heard Maud walk back into the room, and upon looking he saw she had two cups in her hands, one she handed to him.

"Problem?" She questioned, as he took the cup and smelled it was some form of tea.

He grunted as she took a seat on the other side of the couch, as he held his cup. "My bike." He told her with a deep frown, rubbing his nose as he looked down at the dark steaming liquid. "Probably being picked away by scavengers... bastards." He muttered with no small amount of hate in his voice, he loved his bike like a father would love a son...

Now it was gone.

Maud hummed as she took a sip of her tea, which Jason mimicked. The distinct taste of Earl Gray hit his tongue, making shrug in acceptance. He would have preferred a different brand, but this would do for now. "I'm sorry about your bike." Maud told him, to which he just grunted again. "Perhaps when you are better, you can find a new one."

"Maybe..." He muttered back, setting his cup down and scratching his chest which had begun to itch. That was a possibility, finding a bike in his own world could be achieved if he looked hard enough. While his old bike was an old classic, he wouldn't ind a new one... but it wouldn't feel the same as his old bike, which had always helped him out in a jam. Haaaah... guess I could just buck up and get a new one... maybe a Harley or a Yamaha. He figured, sniffling as he looked through his mental list of vehicles.

Maud just sat on the couch, sipping her tea occasionally as she studied the human. He was a strange one... he was a well built human, with narrow calculating eyes that seemed to suspect every nook and cranny of her house, including her sisters and herself. She wasn't sure why he was that way, but given the humans history on their own world... it didn't take a genius to know. He's obviously been through some things... perhaps he just doesn't trust us yet.

As the human continued to be unaware of her stare, she turned away to face the wall and sipped her tea once more.

Perhaps we can help him with that...

Author's Note

FINALLY... updated this. I'm so sorry guys oi... I won't lie when I say I got lost...

So ends the introduction arc of the story, and now we'll get into the fun stuff... maybe, stay tuned!

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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