Fallout Equestria: Freaked

War, terrible war. Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This was the uprising that rocked our land. Brother turned on brother until nothing remained. And then came the peace, hard fought, sorely won. One species rose up from the ashes and a new era was born. But freedom has a cost. When the traitors were defeated, we swore as a nation we would never know this treason again. And so it was decreed that, each year, the various districts of Equestria would offer up, in tribute, one young colt and mare to fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage and sacrifice. The lone victor, bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness. This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future.

...

CRACK!  FIZZLE!  SPARK!  UURRP!

“’S the last goddamn time I ask ya ta shut yer fuckin’ trap, ya loud-mouthed talk-box!”

I had thrown my last bottle of Applejack Daniels.  The bottle still half-full of precious, god-given, sweet, life-giving, liver-drowning alcohol smashed into my vidscreen, shattering itself and the screen.  Damn!  I was gonna finish that...

An exasperated whicker, or whatever fuckin’ horse noise that was, rang out by my right ear, provoking me to turn my dark violet eyes away from the tragedy before me.

“Ya know, ya coulda just turned the damn thing off, Freaks.”

I slammed down my right hoof on the table and knocked over the dominoes strewn across its flat top, “Ain’t no goddamned talk-box gonna tell Freakeasy what he should do with his life!”

My endlessly tiresome compadre sighed, “Talk-box?  We were just watchin’ a disc, that were some ol’ clip, not real!  And now ya broke our vidscreen for the third time in two months!”

My ears drooped as I suddenly remembered, “Oh yeah... That was a movie... My bad.”  I shrugged it off as the shattered remains of my vidscreen sparked then caught on fire.  I sniffed the air, “Ugh... Did you shit yer pants again, Junkheap?”

Junkheap shouted, “Freaks!  Your tail’s on fire!”

I looked back at my fatass and indeed, my bi-colored red and green tail was on fire, the flames traveling up my appendage like a fuse to dynamite.  “Oh yeah...” I stared back at my old lifelong friend, Junkheap for a good ten seconds.

“OH SWEET FUCK IT BURNS!” I shouted at the top of my lungs once realization hit me and I rolled on the sterilized gray floor of my dormitory I shared with my compadre.

Old Junky luckily had been drinking water because he was a PUSSY! who could never stand the sweet, sweet, flavor of cold whiskey guzzling down your throat.  He bravely threw his whole tankard of water in my face, completely missing the fire... Truly a paragon of wits this one.

Finally, as I squirmed and whined in pain on the floor, Junky stomped out the flames in my tail, smothering the fire while also breaking my tail in two places... My hero!

“You dick...” I muttered before finally passing out from the pain.

...

When I woke up, I was in the infirmary.

I tried to pull myself up only to realize I had been strapped down.  I had developed quite the reputation in the past.  No matter how severe my injury, I always had to be back up on my hooves so my station manager wouldn’t pollute my delicate nostrils with her severe halitosis over why I wasn’t at work on time.  This often ended in me being forcibly tranquilized then strapped to the hospital bed.

This time they had skipped the whole me-waking-up-then-trying-to-escape part then went right on ahead into the strapping-me-down phase.  I’d begun to think I was developing some sort of a fetish from all of this being bound-up against my will. If my wings weren’t pinned to this goddamned bed, they’d be sticking out right now.

Something was sticking out though.  I felt the cold air hitting my freak-stick as it had jutted out from my fat brown sheath.  Huh...  I was naked.  Those pervy nurses always trying to get a peek at my pegi-pole.

Huh... Now I feel like I’m forgetting something...

Oh yeah, of course!  *rummages through scattered junk until finding a video disk*  My introduction!

...

A shaggy, brown-furred pegasus tapped on the glass of a recording camera, “Uh, is this thing working?”

An obscured voice muttered, “Yeah, yeah, that’s what the red light there’s for so... Whenever you’re ready.”

The brown pegasus cleared his throat, “Uh, okay... Um, hello, if anypony out there can see this video then it probably means I’m dead... Though hopefully not because I am severely, severely allergic to dying.”  He thought, “Right getting off topic...  Um, somepony told me a while back I should make one of these in case I wanted other ponies to learn of what happened...  I’ll spare the details, I’m not hear to tell you my life story, I’m just here to tell you, whomever views this video, who I am or was.”

He took a breath before continuing while the grainy video flickered, “Uh, my name is Freakeasy... I was given that name because well...”  The brown stallion shamelessly pulled down his pants to show his flank to the camera, “As you can see, my cutie mark is basically a black hole with angry eyes, not super creative but... There you go.”

His wings flickered, “Um, and I’m a pegasus.  My parents had fled from the Enclave in search of a peaceful life away from the strict, militaristic ways of our fellow pegasi.”  He fidgeted, “They thought they could find a better life down here on the surface but... Things didn’t turn out so well.”

The old damaged video flickered out at that point in the video.

...

Huh... I coulda sworn there was more to that video...

Oh well! *throws the video disk back among the pile of ambiguous scrap littering the floor*  Back to your regularly scheduled me!

The familiar hobbled clop of our stable’s head doctor snapped me out of my daydreams.  My freak-stick had lost interest and retreated to my sheath by then.

The glow of a unicorn’s horn flickered before it pulled back the curtain over my hospital bed and then I was staring into the discerning eyes of old Dr. Three-Hoof.  That wasn’t his name, but it was one I made up for him due to the fact that he had only three legs.  His left front leg had been lost long ago due to some accident with heavy machinery.  In its place, he used a prosthetic hoof which always looked like some freaky robotic claw to me.  I should have called him Dr. Claw.

Old Three-Hoof harumphed his disapproval at seeing me once again on one of his beds, “Mr. Freakeasy...  You, young colt, have a death wish, I swear to Celestia.”

I cringed at the mention of that alicorn’s name.  I wasn’t one to believe in some fairy tale, magic, horny horse princess who once ruled over this land.  I was happy with my own imagined deity, thank you very much.

The gray unicorn standing over me walked around me, “Well, don’t you have some witty retort for me, or did this last injury finally make you decide to act like an adult?”

I smiled up at the perpetually frowning old ‘corn, “I’m sorry, sir.  Freakeasy is not in at the moment, would you like to leave a message?”

The unicorn doctor sputtered in disgust, “Ugh... And to think we could be giving this bed to somepony with more respect and dignity.  Instead, I must soil it with a foul, disrespectful foal like you!”

Indignantly, I pointed down to my crotch with my right hoof, “Excuse me!  But does this look like the balls of a foal to you, sir?!  No!  I am an adult!  And you are the pervert who’s fantasizing me as some little foal so you can fondle me to your heart’s content!”

Three-Hoof’s temples pulsed in anger at me and I snickered that I could get under his skin so easily, “Overmare should have left you and your mother to the fuckin’ wastelands!”

Now that was harsh, I thought to myself as the miffed unicorn walked away.  There was a stallion who really needed to calm down with some nice mare riding him cowgirl style.

Just the thought of a mare giving herself to me made my freak-stick rise out of my sheath again.  I greeted it, “Oh, welcome back, old friend!”

...

It was the very next morning that Three-Hoof decided to boot my ass out of the Stable’s infirmary.  I put my pipbuck on; these things were so uncomfortable.  They were like the stiffest bracelets you could ever get.  They had no aesthetic appeal to them either, but then they weren’t made to look good, they were made to keep ponies like me alive.

That dull green screen stared back at me as I fixed it on using one of my wings.  Being one of only two pegasi living in all of Stable 89, I didn’t have horny horse magic to help me put on the device.  I was, however, much more fortunate than the earth ponies, like my friend Junkheap, who had to do everything with their mouths.  I could at least use my feathers as digits to manipulate objects.

So now, with my ugly bracelet locked to my right hoof, my Stable 89 jumpsuit zipped up and my wings folded neatly, I made my way down to the lower levels where I worked.

Now, down here was where shit got serious.  Here was where we had the doors that went WHOOSH when they opened!

WHOOSH!

I loved that sound; hearing it made me feel like I was actually going to do something important.

No sooner did I get to work than were my delicate nostrils assaulted by the shit-smelling breath of my station manager, Crusty Biscuit.  I couldn’t have made that up if I tried.  Her cutie mark was indeed a moldy, crusty old biscuit...

Don’t look at me like that!  I’m sure there are plenty of ponies who have seen their boss’s naked flanks!  The dark blue mare may have had bad breath, but she was something else when you got her on a good day, if you know what I mean.  Sure, I had to hold my breath the whole time, but that tight older mare pussy was totally worth it!

“Freakeasy!  You’re late!”  Crusty yelled in my face.

I quickly saluted my superior with my right wing, “Yes, ma’am!  I apologize!  I had an accident that left me bedridden for approximately half a day and one night!”  I showed her my tail which was still singed though the hairs had begun to fall off.

Crusty promptly shoved me, “Get your tail outta my face, Freak and get to work!  You’re two minutes late! I’ve already docked your daily credits, pray I don’t take anymore.”

I lowered my head in shame, “Yes ma’am!” Then I quickly trotted away to get out of her sight.  Great in the sack she was, a total bitch any other day.

Junkheap was already there, the poor foal turning a wrench to tighten a few loose bolts on one of the turbines which powered the whole stable.

Thank god I didn’t have to use my mouth to hold a wrench, potentially sticking my face inside dangerous machinery.

Once there, I began to contribute my typical portion of the work, which typically amounted to me telling Junky what to do while trying to do as little actual work myself.  Junky and me had been best buds forever and I knew he would always stick up for me.  And sure, if a supervisor came by, I was quick to pick up a wrench, hammer, or whatever.  I had to keep up appearances after all.  So I wasn’t totally lazy.

Work went by fast, as it usually did and soon, Junky and me had checked out to collect our daily credit.

...

After work, Junky and I would typically go to the Dark Room.  It was a special place for hard workers like us to unwind with our fellow ponies, enjoy a good beer, even talk some lovely mare into bed for a night.  Or stallion; I didn’t swing that way, but Junky sure did.

I remembered nights being kept up in our dorm when he and some other stallion would get into it, and they got hot and heavy a lot of the time.  I swear I didn’t swing that way, but sometimes hearing them did make me have to hoof myself in quiet shame.

Anyway, Junky and me got to the Dark Room just when the place was just starting to get packed with equines.  I went right up to the bar where I ordered a bottle of that fresh Applejack Daniels.  I had an obsession with that brand, particularly with the pretty mare who had been the namesake for this precious nectar.  I didn’t believe in the alicorns, but I did find some credence in these so-called Elements of Harmony.  They sounded like they could have been a nice bunch from all I heard about them, but of them, Applejack was the one I found cutest.

Junkheap, like always, just got himself a water.  He began to drink before sputtering, “Oh shit, Freaky...”

I looked up already intoxicated, “What’s up?”

The dark green earth pony pointed behind me, “Isn’t that your mom over there?”

Oh Hell...

Hesitantly, I looked where he pointed and there she was, my mother, the only other pegasus resident of Stable 89 and... the stable bike.

Losing my dad then having me did no wonders for my mother’s psyche.  Though she had been saved from the wasteland, what moral part of her she’d had before had shattered.  She was distressed to the point where she could barely take care of me.

And now here she was, sprawled over a bar table while liquor was poured down her throat and while a yellow unicorn, one of the Stable Security, pulled off her undergarments with his magic.  His standard issue pistol was holstered to his belt.

I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I watched that bastard undressing my mother, then shoving his muzzle between her legs to make her moan like... Like the whore she’d become.

I could hear Junkheap trying to reel me back, “Freaky, you know there’s no way of helping her... And she’s enjoying herself anyway.”  I could hear the cringe in his face as he quickly regretted those last words.  Of course, I would never be upset with him telling me the truth.  It was another thing entirely to see a security officer, somepony who was sworn to protect and serve, take advantage of my mother in her weakened mind state.

That bastard had unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop as he mounted my mother then effortlessly slid into her.

“Arr... This bitch is like shoving a carrot down an empty hallway.”

Before Junkheap could stop me, my wings flared as I stomped forward to confront the unicorn who was using my mother.

“Goldenrod!” I shouted loudly to get his attention.

The unicorn heard me, but did not slow down in humping my mother while she whinnied beneath him.  He didn’t even look up to acknowledge me, he just kept going.

“Goldenrod, you asshole!  Get off of my mother now before I come over there and rip your fucking jaw out.”

The unicorn looked aside to me, then withdrew his pistol using his magic, “Your mother is busy right now, Horse Fly.  Now why don’t you back off and let a stallion bust a nut, huh?”

I gritted my teeth in anger, a security pistol shoved in my face by this worthless asshole who didn’t even deserve his badge.  I could feel angry tears pouring from my eyes as the bastard pressed himself tight against my mother, his tail twitching as he unloaded in my mother, here surrounded by onlookers who jeered at her, who mocked her loose morals.

Goldenrod lowered himself off of my mother while she panted, while her legs were held open with his magic as one of his cronies stepped up to the plate.

I felt the heavy hoof of my friend on my shoulder, “Freak, come on... You can’t help her.”

I hated it when he was right.

We left the Dark Room while Goldenrod and his two fellow officers continued to use my mother while I could just stand there like a fucking foal.

...

We made it back to our dorm where I flopped down on my bed in a vain attempt to wipe this afternoon’s events from my mind.

My mother was barely there for me; she couldn’t be with how damaged her mind was, but a colt still loved his mother.  It always hurt me to see her like that, to see her being used, to hear everything that was said about her, then me by association.

The tears I’d already shed for her were drying as streamed down my face.  I had nearly calmed down when somepony climbed into bed then put his front hooves around me.  Damn Junky...  What tears I’d been fighting were let go while my friend held me against him.

As I poured my soul into his warm chest, which I just realized had been stripped of his jumpsuit, I could feel the earth pony kissing me upon my brow, just below my red and green mane, “Shh... Freaky...”

I could hear him, I could tell he had been crying to.  Seeing me this way did that to him, I guessed.

I calmed down some as my friend continued kissing me along my brown muzzle.  This... felt weird.  I hadn’t ever been kissed by another stallion, but I figured this was just his way of telling me to calm down.  Those kisses came awfully close to my lips, then I had to pull back.

“Junky... What are you doing?”

I looked up and I saw his emerald green eyes staring back at me, “I’m sorry.”

He looked so ashamed right now, like he was afraid he’d possibly damaged our friendship.

“Junky... You know I’m not like that.”

He sniffed, “Yeah...”

“So why...”  I was surprised more than anything.  I knew my friend was gay.  He came out to me years ago and we’d always been friends.  I wouldn’t let my friend’s preferences ever get in the way; he was the only real friend I had in this whole damned place.  If he could see past me being a pegasus, part of a race hated for abandoning the surface world to preserve themselves, then of course I was always there for him.  I loved him as a friend, I never suspected he’d love me as more than that.

He sniffed, “I’ll... I’ll just go back to my own bed... I’m sorry.”

Something inside me cussed at me, stop him you asshole!  He just bared his soul for you!  Do something!  I pulled myself up, “Wait!”

Junky stopped, “What?”  He looked at me.

I looked at him.  Dear God, this was already getting awkward!  I had to do something, so I did the first thing that came to my mind.  I caught my friend’s face between my two front hooves, my wings folded over him to seemingly shield him from the outside world, then my lips connected with his.

Fucking Christ, his eyes bugged out like crazy when it happened.  Was it that bad?

Before I could chicken out, I pushed forward more, rubbed my lips against his.  I always thought kissing another stallion would feel like kissing the bottom of somepony’s work boots.  I don’t know why I thought that... This just felt natural.

His eyes closed as he let himself give in for me, then I felt his lips open, felt his tongue flicker against my lips.  I’d kissed enough mares, even smelly old Crusty, to know how this worked.  He opened and I let him have my tongue to play with, to taste as we transcended our friendship.

I never thought I could feel this with another pony; none of the mares I’d ever slept with made me feel this.

The next thing I remembered, I was pushing back the cover on my bed, so I could make room for my friend.  He climbed back in with me, then neither of us had anymore to say, not for the rest of that night.