Fallout: Equestria -Storm flower
Life has never been easy for Storm Flower. Most would think she was just a pretty face, but her powerhoof cutie mark would tell you otherwise. Her coat, a deep burgundy, eyes a piercing blue, and mane of blood red. Her beauty second to none. Her mother and father made sure she ate every day, but, just like everypony else, she had to pull her weight for the good of their settlement. Being their only child, her parents held her in high esteem, not allowing her to make friends and socialize like the rest of the population. Being appointed as the General of the Gatherers made her job easier then mosts’, but with that came the back biting and envy of one pointed to power rather then earning it.
The Gatherers were a group of particularly able-bodied ponies sent into the wastes to gather resources such as medical supplies and preserved foods. There were about five groups of three rotated in shifts. Storm was in charge of making sure they didn't keep anything to themselves after coming back from a shift, as well as making sure, while they were out, keeping to their snouts out of soul-rending sins like rape, killing without reason, or attacking a fellow Gatherer.
All of the malcontents tended to group onto the same shift, and usually the shift Storm had to attend as a sort of “product inspection.” They never spoke out in their distaste in Storm, but they made sure to take their time searching their target, or toeing the line of sin and safety. One buck, Shadow Mark, liked to flirt with her, hoping to throw Strom off her game for the others to get away with small trinkets or a can of food. She would never admit it, but his attention was a welcome contrast to most others on their teams. She might even go as far as saying she had a crush in him, but thats a little too far. Just a little.
“Forget it, Shadow. You could be the last buck in this abysmal wasteland, and I still wouldn’t lift my tail for you.” Storm dismisses a light compliment from Shadow looking at her pipbuck to check on their path to their next mark
“Psh, lets see what you say when estrus hits ya.” He playfully bumps her flank with his. She rounds on him, pulling back her powerhoof staring him in the eyes.
“You’re really bucking lucky, Shadow! If i had it my way, your face would be paste right now,” She seethes as he rolls his eye, more to see the exchange behind her went off without notice.
“Whoa, now princess. No need to be rash. I just would love to tap that gorgeous flank. Can you really blame me? Power, beauty, and a firebrand to top it all off? My kinda lady.” Shadow smiles. he genuinely loved seeing her face flush, and the fact he was the only one that could coax such a reaction out of her. At least as far as bucks were concerned. All through her life, she’s been told her body was the temple of her family, and the only thing worthy enough to sully that sanctuary is one of a well-to-do upbringing. In light of that, she sought out a loophole that would allow her to enjoy the company of another pony. anypony, so she began confiding in a few of the mares that served directly under her family.
“You know I don’t like stallions, Shadow. Stop trying to get under my dock, ‘cause it ain’t happening.” Storm turns back, continuing down the road. “We need to hurry. We still have a ways to go.”
As they round a bend, forest on their right side, a small subterranean cottage comes into view. remnants for fowl coups and livestock fences dot the yard. An illegible sign hangs crooked on the door. The once beautiful grass and trees reduced to brown, rotten death all around the cottage. Stopping yards from the front gate, Storm turns to address her party.
“Alright, Cock-socks. this used to be one of the ministry mare’s houses, and the last one we have to check out before expanding our search radius. Fluttershy was the ministry of peace, so we shouldn’t have to worry about much, but be en-guard for any defensive measure that might still be operable. Other then that, make sure you grab everything you can carry, and leave no stone unturned.” Her orders delivered in a way that demanded respect. “Shadow you-”
“On sweep. I know.” He cuts her off, heading for the door. As he approaches, he pulls a stealthbuck from his saddlebag. putting it in place, his figure is enveloped in a shimmering coat of invisibility, completely hidden from any untrained eye. opening the door, he makes his way inside. Seconds pass, then minutes, then tens of minutes before Storm grows impatient. Walking up to the door, she begins to her a soft whimpering coming from inside the cottage.
‘Damn tease!’ Shadow curses Storm in his head as he begins to sweep the house. first floor first, leaving a neon X on each door frame to mark it as clear. ‘She never fails to give me blue balls. I couldn’t care less if i didn’t know that she wanted it. she’s just so prim and proper, she cant pull her nose from the clouds long enough to smell this Flower’ he chuckles a little at his stupid pun. Shadow has been crushing on her since they were foals. He had introduced her to getting her mare-hood munched,but got nothing in return. ‘Damned dad of hers. Always up her cute flank’
Walking up a set of stairs, he notices a flickering light from one of the rooms. Sniffing the air, he mentally facehooves for not noticing the light smell of smoke in the small house. ‘well lets see what we got’ Slowly, silently he creeps into the room. A small figure laid on a ratty bed not far from a fire of books and random wood.
Stepping closer, he notices what the figure was. ‘A filly? Hmmm... i got a couple minutes left before she gets all antsy.’ Little did he know, his perception of time was slightly skewed from his reverie earlier. He pushes the fillies tail aside gently, ‘if she woke right now, that would be bad.’ before climbing on top of her small frame, his body weight supported by the bed. in one thrust, he buries himself deep inside the filly, waking her instantly. With a weak whimper and biting down on the pillow, he begins to rhythmically rape the poor filly. it was all she could do not to scream. Seeing her mom go through this a few times, she recalls the only way to survive it is by staying quiet, and trying her best to relax through the pain.
Quietly walking through the front door of the house, Storm follows her ears up the stairs. Seeing the flicker of a fire and the quiet whining from the other side of the door makes her heart drop ‘no bucking way, Shadow. i don’t... I cant-’ Just as she was about to give him the benefit of the doubt, two things happen. Peering through the door, she sees the only buck she ever thought about during her heat draped over what she could only think of as a stuffed animal. ‘plushies don’t bleed,’ was the last thing she thought before her brain snapped
“Don’t worry little filly. I’m almost done.” His words echoed for what seamed like forever before her body jumped into action. fore-hoof cocked back, she slammed into the room, crushing the back of his head with a SATS guided strike. the gory vision of his brain and chucks of skull flying was not enough to sate her blood lust. pushing him off the filly, she begins to smash his face in, blow by blow. She didn’t realize it then, but the obscenities spewing from her mouth would make the most savage raider blush. the young filly bulked at the sight of her unknown savior covered in blood. her eyes, pin pricks in the ocean of blue, the only thing beside her swearing showing the rage coursing through her. it didn’t take long for the rest of the party to show up. the filly’s fear redoubled as her hero was knocked unconscious.
Strom Flower laid in her bed, the familiar caress of her father’s magic sliding up her flank, pushing her covers up. Her body instantly tenses only slightly as to not tip him off of her actual consciousness. ‘Just hurry, I don’t need this tonight. I got a shift in a few hours’ Her thoughts felt kind of off, because she knew she was nothing but a filly in this dream. she’s been having this night terror ever since she woke during one of her father’s drunken uses of her body. ‘you and mom told me, I'm only supposed to accept this from one I can raise a family with and continue our lineage’ she bites her blanket as he mounts her small frame ‘Shadow is more worthy of my body then you can ever be, and mom is nothing but an oblivious puppet in you disgusting hooves’ just as this thought finishes in her mind, a rush of memory comes flooding back
Storm jars awake, jumping to her hooves, readying herself for a fight, but falling on her face. Looking down at her back hooves, she sees the offending device. They were shackled together and then to a wall right behind her. More over, she saw her lightweight combat armor of her family had been stripped away, including her staple powerhoof. Heart beginning to race even more then in the dream.
“what- why- how...” Storm pulls against her bindings as the rest of the past night begins to come back to her. Shadow, the filly.”The filly!” she looks around to an empty room save for a pile of blankest in the far corner. Then the pile began to shift, and a small face peaks out from beneath the warm covering
“Hmmm...” the small figure rights itself, rubbing its eyes and yawning.
“are you….?” Storm cant bring herself to finish her question.
“you're the one who saved me,” She answered, “But I think you're in big trouble now...” she trails off, looking down at the floor, dark grey mane falling over her pink eyes and cyan face full of confusion and self-blame. “why did you do it?” looking back up for an answer.
“nothing. It doesn't matter now. They're gonna execute me. In front of everypony. Ive disgraced my family, let down my people.” as the consequences of her actions become clear in her mind, Storm begins to shake, her stomach churns, threatening to spill its nonexistent contents, sweat beading on her brow. “nothing, I have nothing to live for anymore. Its all gone...” her voice fades, choked out by the impending tears welling up in her eyes.
The rattling of keys down the hall reaches both of their ears, Storm not caring, but the filly tenses as she begins to speculate her fate.
“Storm! Time for your trial!” A gruff-sounding buck calls out to them. “but be happy. Your little lover gets to stand beside you.” he unlocks the heavy door, opening it to allow the sunshine to pour in and sting their eyes.