Fallout Equestria: Freaked

One year later...

An exclamation of pure male ecstasy rang out within the small, sterile dormitory we called home.

My ass hurts, not by much, I’d had a whole year’s worth of exploring my sexuality to get used to that feeling of a great equine cock stuffed to the root up my anus.

A year ago, I would have scoffed at the idea of me, Freakeasy ever laying with another male and now I’ve given myself to Junkheap, my coltfriend.  Seriously, this guy!  Big, tall, muscle-y, green earth pony and I loved him.

Even now, I could feel the big oaf kissing me all over my neck, licking me along the ridges of my mane.  And today was such a special day for me too.  Today I’d just turned 20.

Junky and me had spent the whole day together celebrating and drinking, the guy never drinks, today he did.  Now here we were laying in each others’ hooves, My Junky literally fucking the shit out of me.

Just kidding!  I always made sure I was clean before letting my colfriend mount me.

And never once did I ever even look at any mares...  I’m such a horrible liar.

...

Approximately three days ago, security footage caught a certain pegasus in a storage closet getting his dick waxed by a lovely mare he’d spent more than one night with.

The brown pegasus humped hard and free into the lovely rose-furred mare beneath him.  He humped her so hard he was making her scream her lungs out, so it was a good thing she happened to be a unicorn.  She used her magic to soundproof the little closet but didn’t know about the camera watching their illicit affair.

The pegasus’ wings shot up as he moaned and he climaxed inside this lovely mare.

...

Okay... So I’m not just a horrible liar, I’m also a terrible fucking pony.  I mean seriously, what the fuck?

Junkheap bared himself for me; he risked our friendship and we became closer because of it.  Yet I couldn’t stop being me; the horny little asshole who still wanted to drink himself silly then fuck mares.  And I knew... I knew Junky suspected.  He’s known me for so long, he knows me.  That just made it worse.

Was I turning into Mom?

My mother still carried on in the same way she’d been ever since her mind broke after reapers caught her and my dad.  They... They raped her, even while she was pregnant with me.  They made her watch while they chopped up Dad like a fucking animal.   They broke her.

Now she spent her days letting males use her all they wanted.  She didn’t say no to much of the humiliation they piled on her.  She often had more than one stallion on her at once.  It made me sick to think of her like that.

Now I’m probably no better.  I have most of marbles, I’m of sane mind, yet I still have it in me to cheat on my coltfriend, to go behind his back and hump random mares.

My self-loathing ended the moment I felt my love climax, his soothing torrent rushing through my insides and I moaned for him, whispering how much I loved  him.  Of course I was telling the truth, but how could I if I couldn’t stay faithful?

...

The next day, we’d showered then went to work.  In the past, I’ll admit, I’d been pretty lazy.  Nowadays, I actually put in the effort.  I realized it wasn’t fair of me to have Junky do all the work.  So now I did my own share of the work and what do you know?  It netted me bigger pay than usual.  So hard work did have its virtues.

In fact, today had been going so well, something had to come along to ruin it... And it did.

Junky and I had gone to the Dark Room, like we always did, everyday like clockwork.

“Shots!” I shouted while the bartender poured whiskey shots for me and Junkheap.

I held my glass up with my right wing, “Junky!”

He held his up awkwardly on one hoof, “Freaky!”

“Forever!”  We both shouted before drinking our whiskey.

I nearly coughed up my drink when I spotted that unicorn mare, the one I’d seen behind Junky’s back.

She spotted me, clearly sitting with my coltfriend and still made her way right to me.

I looked away, trying to ignore her, pouring myself another shot.  Then, I felt her magic tug on me until our lips met and my coltfriend saw us.

I pulled away from her, “Junky...”

He looked at us.  He didn’t seem upset, not outwardly.  He smiled, “Who’s your friend here, Freaky?”

I gulped before introducing her, “Oh, oh, this is Rosalyn.”

The rosen mare looked at my coltfriend, “Hey...”  She was smiling too, clearly inebriated right now.  She jumped into Junky’s front hooves, “Ooh!  I’ve got an idea, lets all three of us go... Then you both get to fuck me, huh?”

Junkheap couldn’t hide his disappointment as this female blatantly hit on him, “That... That’s not going to happen.”

Rosalyn giggled, “And why not?  What are ya a colt cuddler or somethin’?”  She was definitely drunk.

Junky never stopped glaring at me while she ground against him until she eventually got bored then went to find some easier male, “Aw... You guys are no fun!”

God I felt like such a piece of shit right now.

...

We went home that night.

“After all I go through for you...  You still do this shit to me!  Freak, I thought you loved me!”

My heart pounded as my love berated me and my stupid poor-decision-making dumb-head.  “I do love you...”  I was telling the truth, “You are the only friend I’ve ever had in here.  You remember?”

Junkheap sat down on our bed, “Yes I remember...  Goldenrod and his friends, they tried to hurt you, because you were a pegasus, and I just couldn’t let them.  From then on, I always felt like I needed to be there for you, to protect you.  I didn’t care about your race, I still don’t.  I fell in love with you, the Freaky who always stayed positive now matter how much life seemed to shit on him.”

Damn me and my freak-stick...  “I’ll make it up to you!  Anything, tell me, just anything!  I’ve been beating myself up over the whole thing!”

Junky shook his head, “And I waited for you to come out and say it.  I thought we’d built that much trust that you could at least tell me when you fucked up.”

I put my hooves on his chest, “Junky, I couldn’t... I was already afraid of what you would think if I just told you about it.”

He just shook his head at me, “It still would have been better to hear it from you then than you being cornered where you had no choice but to tell me.”

I sobbed, “I’m sorry.”  I don’t know how many times I said it, I just kept saying it, my face buried in his coat.

We went to bed, but there was no lovemaking to be had.

...

The next day and things just kept getting better...

Junky and me went straight to work, like always, but he still wasn’t talking to me.  He wanted me to stew in the shithole I’d dug myself into and I deserved every bit of it.

Junky had to go take a leak, that or he just wanted to get away from me.  Either way, I heard him walk away while I continued working on a broken turbine.

My ears swiveled from the sound of hooves walking across the floor towards me.  The next thing I knew...

THWACK!

I was laying on the ground holding my head where I’d been struck.  I looked up in utter pain as whomever it was dragged me to the turbine.

They opened it... They were going to shove me in then turn on the machine.  As soon as I realized it, I fought against them, but their unicorn magic held me down with very little effort, fucking horny horses!

“Goldenrod!”  I heard Junky shouting then one of the stable security ponies who’d been holding me was knocked off of me.  I saw in sickening slow-motion as the red stallion went face first into the machine.  Its gears cut off his screams as his face, then his whole head were ground up into chunks of bone and meat.

The other one backed off while my coltfriend stood up against Goldenrod.

The yellow unicorn glared at my love, “Look at you... Filthy colt-cuddler turning your back on the colony for some fucking horse fly.”

Junkheap tried to talk some sense into him, “Freakeasy’s not a horse fly, he’s a pony just like you and me.”

Goldenrod had a crazed look, the kind that said he’d made up his mind about us and nothing would sway him, “He’s not like us... He’s a fucking pegasus!  The traitors who abandoned us all to the wastelands to save themselves!  And you all expected me to just accept him!  My job means I’m supposed to deal with all traitors, Colt Cuddler!”

Junk would have said something but unfortunately he felt Goldenrod’s unicorn magic wrap around his neck, slowly constricting, robbing the earth pony of his air supply.

And here I lay, watching the love of my life about to be snuffed out for the simple crime of coming to my defense.  It was times like this I wished I had unicorn magic.  Instead, I saw the next best thing.  The headless unicorn corpse laying right next to me.  He still had his pistol on him.

I had never fired a weapon, never been trained to even handle these specialized guns we used, but today I was getting a crash course!  In a flash, I yanked the pistol from his holster.  I pointed the weapon, awkwardly holding it in my mouth, before remembering I had wings.  I spat the weapon out into my right wing.  I had a firm grip on the thing now using my flight feathers.  As I could hear my love’s voice begin to croak, I pointed the thing at Goldenrod, then squeezed the trigger with my wing tip.

BANG!

It went off.

Goldenrod had only a split second to react before the single shell I’d fired gored out his right eyeball, then blew out the back of his head.

My lifelong tormentor spasmed on his legs for a second before dropping to the floor.

It happened.  I’d just killed another pony.  I twitched in shock, letting the pistol drop out of my wing to clatter harmlessly on the floor.  My violet eyes never felt smaller than they did now.

Junkheap hacked through a bruised neck as he crawled across to hold me in his hooves.

The third surviving guard panicked then ran to get help while Junky and me rocked together as we each cried into the others’ shoulders.

But wait... The best part was yet to come...

...

“Order!” the harsh but reasonable voice of our great Overmare rang out over a crowd of angry, hateful ponies.

Here we stood, locked in chains, surrounded by stable security, some of whom had been close friends with Goldenrod.

Both Junky and me surrendered without a fight... It didn’t stop them from beating us into submission.  We both stood here bruised, covered in scrapes, with our hooves chains, our pipbucks confiscated, my wings bound to my back.  Don’t know what they were so worried about, I never even learned to fly.

Our Overmare, a benevolent old unicorn mare with fair white fur and a rosy pink mane, speckled with the grays of her old age, looked down upon me and Junkheap.

She cringed at how beat up we looked, “Why are these prisoners bruised and beaten, Security?”

The gray unicorn on our left lied to the Overmare’s face, “They resisted arrest, tried to fight us, we did what we had to do, Overmare, Madam.”

She saw straight through him, “These two?”  She pointed at me, “This one may be an unruly brat, but I’ve never known him to be a troublemaker.”  Then she pointed to Junky, “And this one here has been a model citizen his whole life, so don’t dare lie to me about them resisting arrest, do you understand, Corporal?”

The security officer backed off, soundly told off by the Overmare, “Yes, Madam.”

The Overmare straightened up, “However, resisting arrest or not... You two stand before me having committed that most heinous crime of murdering your fellow stablemates, not only that but two officers of the law!  How do you plead?”

Junk could barely speak.  He wore a neck-brace following his attack by Goldenrod who now lay somewhere stinking up an examination table.

I spoke for the both of us, “We plead guilty on the grounds of self defense, Madam.”  I kept my violet eyes trained on her admittedly beautiful pink eyes.  Looking at her, she reminded me of...  She couldn’t be.  I straightened myself up as best as I could under her stern gaze, “These two officers, plus a third, attacked us... Goldenrod has always antagonized us since we were foals, because I was a pegasus, because Junkheap liked other stallions, he was always riding us and yesterday... Yesterday I guess he got tired of us.”

She never took her eyes off me as I spoke, I doubt she even blinked once.  She closed them only when I was done talking, then called out, “Security Officer Greenwich!”

The officer in question, a teal unicorn, one of the bastards who’d tried to kill me.

The Overmare looked him in the eye, “You told your superiors that these ponies had attacked you, Goldenrod and Rojo, unprovoked.  Now they tell me that it was you who had done the attacking.”

Greenwich sputtered, “A bold-faced lie!  Surely you won’t believe the lies of two murderers, especially a dirty horse fly!” He bit his lip after letting that racial slur slip out.

She nodded, “That’s all I needed to know.  Officers, arrest Greenwich here for abusing the power of his badge.”

The teal unicorn panicked, “No!  I’m not the crook here!  It’s them!”  He was swiftly locked in chains, then muzzled by his fellow officers who then dragged him away as he sniveled in shame.

After he was gone from her sight, the Overmare turned her sights on us, “In the light of this new development... Your punishments shall be altered.  You know, as well as all ponies of our stable, that the punishment for murder is immediate death.”  Her features softened somewhat, “However, as it seems your actions have rooted out some power-abuse happening within the ranks of my security, you will not be executed... But the punishment must still be justly harsh, you understand?

I nodded, “I understand.”

She straightened up, “Very well, at 12 this afternoon, you, Freakeasy and your companion, Junkheap, shall be expelled, banished from our Stable.  Does this seem like a fair punishment to you?”

No, no it didn’t... But I nodded, “Yes, it is a fair punishment, Madam.”

She smirked, “You’re a better liar.”  Then she called out, “So it shall be!  These two offenders of our peace, and of our laws, shall be banished from our stable, never to return again!  We will reconvene at 12 to begin the process.”  She marched away, her black cape trailing behind her as she walked.

Much of the ponies in the crowd talked amongst themselves.  Some agreed with the punishment, others felt she was being too soft on us.  It was then I noticed Rosalyn walking by the Overmare’s side, occasionally looking back at us.

Damn... I guessed it.

Their colors were reversed, but the Overmare’s pink mane and white coat, perfectly matched Rosalyn’s pink coat and white mane.  Rosie was the Overmare’s daughter... I’d been sticking it to stable royalty.

...

12 came by, the whole colony had gathered to witness the two of us, about to be expelled from our home, the only home we’d grown to know.

Even my mother had showed up.  For a change, she wasn’t drunk, or high off of some stallion’s musk.  She held herself with the most dignity I had ever seen her.

She sniffed, it seemed she was aware she was about to lose her last remaining family to the harsh wastelands, she would finally, truly be alone.

Junkheap and I stood here, side-by-side, as the Overmare approached us, accompanied by a couple ponies from her council.  Rosalyn was missing this time.

The two ponies with the Overmare each carried saddlebags, heavy with supplies for surviving the world outside these walls.

The saddlebags were thrown over our backs then strapped tight, mine a little lower to make room for my wings.

The Overmare gave us a each a kind look, “Remember, this is not a death sentence, but a start of a new life for you both.  You should really consider yourselves fortunate.  So few of us would ever see a life outside of the stable, this is the only life we’ve known.  You both have the opportunities to go out and find yourselves something better.  I envy you.  If not for my responsibilities, I would gladly throw off this stuffy suit then gallivant naked across those sands as I pleased!”

Well, that was an image I didn’t need in my head.

“Farewell, those of us who had known you with warm memories, we will miss you.”  She gave her command to the guards standing by the vault door, “Unlock it now!”

Both guard ponies silently and quickly went to their job of opening the door which was never supposed to open.  These two were the only ponies in the whole facility who knew the code, then each only knew half of said code and were forbidden to ask the other for the rest of it.

When the day came for them to retire from their posts, their replacements will be taught the same halves of the same code, then only they will know.

The two of them, both earth ponies, worked in their halves of the vault code into their respective monitors on either side of the door.

Once the code had been entered, steam hissed from the door before it slowly, loudly swung open, letting the harsh sunlight of the outside world to pour into their home for this briefest of moments.

Overmare shouted, “The door is open!  Both of you, leave now!”

Junkheap and I followed her order.  Together, we stepped out, through the opening then as soon as we were outside, the door swung closed behind us, never to be opened again.

We stood there for we didn’t know how long.  The desert sand blew around us, irritating our coats and making our eyes water, but no more than that blasted yellow ball in the sky.

After a long silence, I finally said the first words to come to my head, “Well here we are... Alone together forever...”

Junky nodded before he finally spoke, in hushed tones due to his neck injury, “We might as well make the best of it.”

I nuzzled my mate for the first time since our earlier spat over my infidelities.  It made me smile to feel his warmth against me again, “You... You really shouldn’t be out here with me... This was all my mistake.”

Junky nodded his head in agreement before he spoke, “Yeah, but you’re my mistake.”  He smiled down at me.

We kissed, my wings wrapped around him.

Our kiss broke and he whispered, “Come... Let’s find us some shelter.”