Fallout Equestria: Raider's Rise

I was woken by a kiss to my ear, a nuzzle into my mane, and squeeze to my side from behind.  I moved my hips a little and didn’t feel him unsheathed and pressing against me.  It was nice to be cuddled, but I wanted sex, damn it!  But, it was so nice at the moment that I couldn’t help but melt into his embrace.  Today was the day we’d be separated for a month while my team and I explored the outside world.  There was more than enough anxiety to keep me borderline terrified and excited.

He nipped my ear and that was when I knew he knew I was awake and when I felt a poke on my dock I was more than ready to relieve some stress.  He kissed my cheek, let his forelimb slide down my body and he touched my teats; rubbing them softly he helped me roll to my belly and let his hard cock brush against my belly and I could barely contain myself.

He hitched his forelimbs to my hips and moved his hips back, letting me move my tail aside enough so I didn’t get hairs in uncomfortable places again and he thrust into me like the stallion he always was.  It stung for a few thrusts but my body took care of that and before I knew it I was almost climaxing.  He pressed deep and groaned loudly and bit my neck enough to hurt and send me over the edge.  I screamed his name and squeezed every drop of his essence into my body before I fell flat onto my belly, panting like it was mating season.

I know a minute is good time, but sheesh, he can get me there in half that.  Best stallion in the stable, I swear… not that I’ve had many, but comparatively he’s the best in every way.  Well, he doesn’t listen too well, and he focuses on the stable sports teams more than he does me, but other than that he’s a great colt that’s there for me when I need him.  I just hope he’s okay with having Red Clover take my place as his wife while I’m gone.

It’s a good time to start herding and repopulate the outside world, so I’ll be having three children within the next five years and so will she.  I think sex with a mare will be interesting, but that’s a thought for another time.  Sheesh, that was a great orgasm…

“That, was, awesome,” he panted as he lay casually next to me and looked at me with that deep love we shared.  I nodded back to him and leaned in to kiss his soft thin lips and he surprised me with a tongue in my mouth.  I felt my labia tingle and a shock of orgasm shot through me and I almost bit his tongue.

We shared an exasperated laugh and cuddled for a little while before I finally got up.  I had to pee and there’s no getting around it.  When I got back I dressed and kissed him goodbye, and then went to the training bay.  I met my friends and fellow explorers and we spent the next two hours working ourselves to physical and magical burnout before we were healed and gathered our gear.

No celebrations, no fanfare, no loved ones that were gonna wish us well.  It was a simple go away and come back with hard facts and information. A month away and I’d be welcomed back a heroine.  That’s when I’d get my ceremony, when I’d get welcomed back with affection and love.

As it was we had enough gear to help us for a week, by then we should have found and made contact with the surface ponies and by then we’d trade supplies for whatever else we’d needed.  So, with sixteen guards, armed with standard issue rifles, stood at attention and the door opened with a noise that I’ll never forget and we rushed out before the door shut behind us.

I wondered why the Overstallion had rushed us out so quickly, but maybe he knew.  Maybe he got the radio signal from DJ Pon3 like I had; it just showed up out of nowhere one day, somepony named The Stablemare had connected the towers, or something, and spread the message of the good fight across the Equestrian Wasteland.  No, I got the radio signal last week.  He couldn’t have heard DJ Pon3 before then.  Why was he so insistent we explore the surface so quickly?

Whatever, I had barding to put on and it had integrated saddlebags, a rifle to make sure worked, and a toy to give Blue.  That little orange mare looked like something he’d love to have, I thought.  When I gave it to him, post clothing, I smiled as he looked at it with awe and hugged it to his chest before placing it under his cloak, probably under a wing or in a small saddlebag.

        I watched the raiders swarm the remaining stuff like vultures on a kill, and little was left.  No food, no clothing, no weapons, and little junk remained within a minute.  And not one blow was thrown, no blood spilt, and they even folded the tarps that were empty.  Wow.

        “So, what’d ya get?” I asked Powder.  She opened her saddlebags and showed me that she grabbed most of the junk and some food.  Not much food, but I guess starvation made everything last longer.  I think I’d eaten a tenth of what I usually did over the last two weeks, so imagining a life like that was not something I wanted to do.

        I sat on my bed and laid my head on the pillow for a second until I noticed it stank, so I tossed it to the side for some other pony to use while I used my forelegs if I had to.  I looked at the nondescript beaded necklace in my hoof and spent a while scanning its nuances and polished edges.  The gems were nice enough, but so small they’d be worth only a few dozen bits, so sayeth my Pipbuck.

        I had saddlebags now, and my Pipbuck sorted and took account of all my inventory.  Priced it, too.  The exchange rate was crap out here, I’d pay six stamps for what would cost twenty caps out here.  “I just think this’ dumb,” I said to Powder, “why can’t they have better trade rates here?”

        “Because it’s first come first serve and take what you can, kill them if you have to.  It’s not that difficult, just remember that it isn’t a Stable, all sunshine and rainbows; it’s Tartarus, and if you can’t make it, you die.”

        She was so casual about it as she opened a box of Sugar Apple Bombs and shoved her muzzle into it.  I looked over to Blue and he was looking at the sky.  I told him to go for a fly if he needed to, but he shook his head. “Nah, Ah reckon that if I took to the skies I’d be shot before I saw my shooter, and pegasi have great eyesight.”

        “Once we control some land we’ll have space for you to fly.  Oh!  We need a name, that’s what we need,” I said with an unusual amount of energy, “how about ‘Swatter’s Rangers’?”

        “How about not,” Blue added with a grin.  He raised his hoof to pat my back but stopped suddenly. I felt myself grabbing for my hammer that I’d left beside me and I could see the fear in his eyes, both our eyes.  “Uh, how about the Traveling Barding?  Cuz yer the boss wearing used barding?”

        “No!  I got it; Killer Tofu!”

        Well, about an hour later the whole place had turned into a debate about the perfect name for our group, raider and leader alike had a say and I dare admit it began to feel like a democracy… until they chose our clan name.

        “Fine, our official name is ‘Cunt’s Swatters’ and I hate you all!” I shouted at the lot of them.  That was the funniest thing that I ever remember happening in my life, up to that point.  While nopony touched me, and I was very okay with that, there was a sense of life that I hadn’t seen in them yet.  I’d had the captives blindfolded and tied together with a few guards to watch over them, but I bet even they could feel the energy in the air.

        “Blue, take to the skies and tell me what you see.  If there’s a better place to camp and build a safe place, and any routes you see that are traveled that we can exploit.  I need to make sure we’ve got this set so that I won’t have to break another pony tomorrow that can fight for me the next day.”

        “Wow,” A mare said from nearby.  Her stench was musky and had I met her in a casual setting I’d have vomited from it, but I digress.  She continued, “that was deep.  I’m, not really used to saying this, but do you wanna talk sometime?”

        I shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

        She grinned and lunged me into a hug.  I blacked out for a minute but she was okay, turns out they did break me!  Good for them, I couldn’t be touched without lashing out and screaming like a crazy mare and violently lashing out, at least this time I didn’t have my hammer on me or I would’ve lost a potential good friend.  I was being held down, again, by the combined weight of Powder and Blue.

        I snapped back from a sea of swirling colors and sighed deeply.  My body was tired and I was breathing heavily and the first thing that crossed my mind wasn’t anything but a wave of sorrow and the word ‘sorry’.  I cried again, into Powder’s chest while ponies who were watching my crazy moment began to move on.  My mood swing was understood now, and how the why was clear because I was screaming ‘don’t touch me’ again while throwing pebbles and dirt at the poor mare.

        I calmed down and found her quickly, pushing Powder off me and trotting to the mare, startling her with a hug to her body as I sniffled into her stiff shoulder.  She trembled in my embrace and Blue had to pull me off with Powder’s help.  I stumbled to my rump and realized I was being foalish.  Crying and hugging ponies and begging for forgiveness, I need to be a crazy raider without being totally crazy.

        I have stuff to work through and now I had three ponies to talk with.

Yay.

        I spent the next hour gathering intelligence about the area and it turns out we were in what was once the southern provinces of Equestria.  It was pretty much a wasteland before it was a wasteland, being mostly desert and inhabited by buffalo once upon a time.  Now giant bugs, dogs, and other creatures called this place home.  Except for a few pony settlements this area wasn’t the place to be.  So, there was only one recourse of action.

        “We have to move to a more populated area.”

        “Yeah,” Powder spat into the small stack of sticks for the fire she’d be making for us leaders in a long twelve hours during nightfall, “ponies love raiders.  Why not just camp outside a military base?” she said sarcastically.  I rolled my eyes and started to poke at a stick that was the most out of the fire before I had a thought.

        “Why not?”

        “Why not what?”

        “Why not take over an old military base?  There’s gotta be a bunch that’re abandoned since the war and all…”

        “Nope, zombies.”

        “What-bies?”

        Blue snickered. “Undead ponies live in those places,” Powder clarified.  She smiled as my eyes widened. “Yeah, they’re rotting and all they care about is eating flesh.  They’re also about twice as strong as a normal pony.”

        “And they don’t stop until they’re dead, or you are,” Blue mumbled.

        “Don’t mind him, he’s only heard stories.  I’ve seen a herd of zombies in real life,” Powder claimed, “didn’t have to put any down, but it was enough to see ‘em to let me know not to mess with them.”

        “Okay, what if we all go in at once and kill them before they kill us?”

        “You’re telling us to find a military base, hope it’s deserted, clear it of zombies, then set up camp?”

        “Yeah,” I sighed in resignation.

        “I love it!  Finally, something crazy to do,” she grinned and moved to the mass of ponies.  Their enthusiasm built as she told them my stupid suicide plan and I could barely believe it as they went for it.  They roared with a crazed bloodlust and cheered with toothless maws as they raised their weapons and formed before me.  The hour I’d spent telling them about organizing into squads seems to have had been taken seriously.

        A few maps were passed around and they began to plan before Blue flapped his wings and shouted to them to calm down.  We had to plan and it’d take a little while to find a place and all that fun stuff.

        I got together with my leaders and we spent an hour planning a trek with our prisoners as leverage if need be.  I wouldn’t be beyond selling one or two of them for food to save them from being food.  We laid a plan to travel through tonight and into tomorrow north west until we came to an area inhabited by ponies and take a space between them and the next town.  It was a rookie move, but we needed a place to gather better intel and equipment.

        We got our stuff together and muzzled our prisoners with rope.  Loose enough so they’d breathe, but tight enough so they couldn’t eat their way free.  I’m no fool and neither were my raiders.  For the most part it was a nice community I was in; They talked about the future, planned the end of their lives, and not all in bloody battle, and some were even in close relationships and wouldn’t raid without the others nearby.

        Life was possible out here, and it could be beautiful if you looked at it enough.  The captives were the leaders of our… what’s the word, train?  Whatever, we were in a long line and they were dressed in the most raider specific garb we could fit on them.  It wasn’t my idea to have them lead, but it was my idea to make some of us look like captives for obvious reasons.

        We made it to sunset before we were attacked by a band of bandits.  We were in a hilly area and these ponies were hiding in dugout holes covered with canvas.  They attacked the raiders at the front first, killing three captives and leaving us with four while the rest of us fought back.

        I took three shots to my armored flank and started to pull my rifle and spat a curse since I didn’t load it earlier.  I’d have to go one bullet at a time while loading a magazine, what a rookie mistake.  I loaded a round and took aim down the barrel sights, held my breath, then applied the pressure to the trigger.  *click*

        I took another shot, this time to my unguarded foreleg and was falling before I could scream at the pain in my upper thigh.  I dropped my weapons and ammunition as the pain took it’s hold for the time I knew it would.  I wasn’t new to pain, but there was a moment where pain would win before I gathered my concentration and took up my weapon again, this time cocking it and chambering the round before I found a bandit that looked like she needed a new hole in her head.  As far as I knew she was the one that just shot me, and this was a little payback.

        I applied the pressure and my ears whined and whistled as the weapon fired louder than the ones I’d trained with in the Stable.  I missed her head but I got her attention, and the attention of several others, it seemed as I was the recipient of a hail of dings and thumps to my armor.  I finished loading another round and cocked the rifle, went into SATS and found a stallion that had his rifle aimed at me.

        I locked in two body shots and a head shot, releasing the spell.  I felt the air vibrate against the blasts as the bullets tore into his neck on the first and third shots while the second missed.  I’d never seen a head roll free from a body before, never even imagined it, and I didn’t get to see it that time.  What happened was his head was cut almost free at the neck and it flopped around like an erect cock as what was left attached to his body tried to balance the head that wasn’t all there.

        I took an unhealthy shot to my flank that punched through my armor and pulled me back to the battle at hoof.  We were almost done mopping the floor with the bandits and I took another single shot at a fat mare that shouldn’t have been fat in the first place.  I laughed when I hit her in the side and she exploded her insides and white infectious pus that had caused her to bloat across one of the last of them.  The poor mare panicked, vomited, and tried to move, only slipping into a deeper mess of the exploded mare.

        “Kill them all and take what you can!” Powder shouted in a victory cry.  She looked to me and choked back her jubilance as I glared at her.  “Leave some alive and take all you can!” she amended as she galloped over to me.  I was holding my bleeding limb up and limping toward her when Blue landed beside me and asked me if he could check me over.

        I nodded and moved my hoof to him.  It hurt, a lot.  The shock wasn’t as prominent as I’d hoped and moving it burnt and stung at the same time while giving me a sick feeling.  He took my hoof and I felt the darkness begin to surround me.  I was on the verge of blacking out but then I saw his eyes.  Blue’s deep sapphire blue eyes were like pools of tranquil water in the sea of madness I knew and was living.  It calmed me enough so I didn’t lash out, but I still trembled in his touch, and not in the good way.

        Powder arrived and started looking at my flank.  It hurt to move a little, but not too bad.  The bullet was just inside my flesh and she was able to take it out in a few seconds when I was sure the area was safe now.  The mare covered in gore and pus was a new guest to our tribe and the only survivor from the bandits crew.

        A slight beating and threat of torture and having to watch as I, as the boss, ate her limbs one by one in front of her was enough to get her to spill her guts, at it were, about where all the loot was.  There was enough to food to get us through our trip north and there was enough equipment to patch those of us in armor and enough weapons to scavenge parts from to repair the most damaged weapons.

        Turns out the newest member of our tribe, who was tied and chained pretty well, was also an expert in repair so she was in charge of making sure my armor and weapons were in the best shape they could be.  Then the raiders started bartering who would get first dibs on her.  I took it as it sounded and was in the process of intervening but Powder stopped me and told me it was just how it had to sound.  They were fighting for order to get their stuff fixed, not to rape her.

        Well, maybe some raping, when I wasn’t around or unable to keep her guarded, but I actually didn’t mind as much as I thought I would.  Maybe because she’d tried to kill me, maybe I was losing my sanity, or maybe I was just not caring at the moment since my favorite leg was in a sling and had dirty gauze packed into my oozing bullet holes and it still burnt and stung, but now at a steady pace that was distracting more than painful.

        I took my leave as the mare cried and pleaded for mercy while the mares and stallions surrounded her, offering an auction style bid for order.  I heard a cheer erupt and figured they had struck a deal… then I heard the mare scream and sobbing, and I turned my tail to her and left her to her job of fixing what needed to be fixed.

        She was going to be one of us now, whether she wanted to be or not.  We needed a pony to fix things, and now we had one.

        We camped and made small talk, with me walking around and making sure my raiders were in good enough shape and the ones that were injured were given a share of Hydra.  Not a full dose, since we only had so much, but it was enough to keep them alive and heal their more serious injuries.

        A single pony had to be put down, and he was one of the ones that’d taken me in the ass several times a day, and I spat on his corpse.  I hope he’s still writhing in Tartarus, but if not that he’s still in pain somewhere.

        So, the next day we gathered ourselves and our equipment, now ready to make the rest of our journey and I had to keep up on my own.  I had a few mares that wanted to help me, but I didn’t want to seem too dependant on them, or anypony else.  I had to stay strong so I wouldn’t get into a fight and lose what little power I had.  If I lost a fight I’d lose everything and everypony, I couldn’t risk it.

        When we stopped for a rest I slipped a spiked horseshoe to my wounded limb and kept it hidden while the rest mingled.  I had to be ready to fight at all times now, and try to keep my sanity when I was touched, otherwise I’d probably lose the fight to come and not even learn from it.