Fallout Metro at Dark

The nurse and I walked together around the outpost taking in the place that was hell of a lot cleaner than I’d imagined it. It was more of a military zone as there were no civilians in sight. After claiming the nurse as my own property we did not say much or near anything at all.

The nurse refused to look me in the eye and I refused to set her fears to ease. She deserved to suffer for what she did to me.

A pair of guards followed us around everywhere we went to keep us out of trouble. The soldiers around here appeared to be less armored, only wearing the charcoal gray uniforms.

We made our way to the chow hall where I was greeted with pony foods. I grabbed a food tray as the nurse did the same. Placing our trays on the tray rail as we walked along eyeing the variety of foods. Many plant based foods that made me scratch my head having to remember that these creatures were herbivores. Moving down the line in disappointment as I saw the abundance of inedible foods. Yet when I reached the end I was surprised to see meat.

Fish meat.

I had never seen such meat in years having to ask. Pointing a finger like a child with wonder, “What’s that?” I asked aloud, not quite believing my eyes.

“Oh that’s fish.” The mare on the other side of the counter said with a kind smile. “A griffin favorite since they need it to be big and strong.” She winked playfully towards me.

I honestly hoped she was just being friendly and not flirting. Not that being nice was flirting. I was just on edge after earlier today.

The mare wore a hair net in her mane keeping her hair from falling into the food. Wearing a clean white apron keeping her coat clean from food stains.

“I’ll have some fish please.” I said respectfully as I held up my plate for the mare as she happily served me. “Thank you.” I said taking my plate to the drinks and getting a glass of water. There I took my chance to fill my water canteen. Getting a metal fork I stabbed it into my food.

Afterwards I walked to the benches nearby and took a seat, the nurse hurriedly sat beside me with her head kept low. We both began to eat our respective meals in silence. Shadowed by our host’s guards. For once I was glad to find something that didn’t resemble a child's seat.

As I ate I planned my next step. This hunter was not to be taken lightly. As he was sort of a maniac when it came to hunting. Then another thing I was to look out for were his ‘hounds’ , his mercenary entourage that accompanied him everywhere he went as his security detail. The higher ups of their order thought highly of him enough to higher only the very best for his protection, that much Bombshell shared.

Be careful, be vigilant… he could be around and I might not even know it. The only bad part was that I did not have an image to put a face to his name. Bombshell was not able to apply me with a photo.

“So, you kept me around…”

I tore into the fish as memories flooded in. I had to close my eyes and remember the times I’d eaten at restaurants growing up. When my hardworking parents would force myself and my family to spend time together. I remember being upset as I felt as if my time was being wasted as I’d rather have spent my time staying at home and playing video games. Only now that I was ‘old’ in a sense, I finally understood what my parents meant by them wanting to spend time with my siblings and me.

They’d always said that they ‘wouldn't always be there’ and they were right. No longer were the times of us going out as a family every Saturday to eat some lunch and then watch a movie at the theater eating overpriced popcorn with a large soda. And then the self relieving piss after every showing. Those were the ‘golden days’.

I wonder what my old man was thinking after I had banged that mare. He probably disowned me in the afterlife. A stain on his legacy… then again he was probably supporting me just hoping that I was happy with myself and life choices. In all honesty I did not know how I was feeling. I felt cold and numb.

Sex had lit a fire in me for the short time I was tied down. Letting everything out with the sweet release and the warmth of a partner had made me feel great for a couple seconds. A couple seconds of peace until reality came crashing down that I had just finished screwing an animal.

“Why didn’t you let her kill me?”

I turned to look at the mare only for her to shrink immediately. I removed my gloves and placed them on the table beside my tray.

“I’m sorry… eep!”

She squeaked as I reached my hand over to rest it on top of her head. She slammed her eyes shut as she waited for the end. I ran my fingers against her mane, messing with her nurse hat and ears. Her hat slipped off falling on the bench beside her.

I left my hand on top of her head petting her mane, stroking it gently using her as a support animal. Soothing my nerves with how soft her mane was. Even sliding my fingers behind her ears scratching behind them like she was some sort of dog.

I saw the face of absolute bliss as she let out a light purr warming up to the idea rather quickly. “You’re my companion now.” I stated, leaving the ‘emotional’ part out since she didn’t deserve to hear that. She was not to be trusted.

Ponies eating on benches nearby turned to watch as I fondled the ponies ears. Taking an interest in the absurd scene.

“That’s nice~” Bonesaw purred some more, starting to lean into my hand wanting me to continue scratching behind her ears.

“I’m going to put your skills to the test by being my battle medic.” I removed my hand from her head, leaving a dissatisfied mare in its wake.

Bonesaw pouted, “You didn’t have to stop, you know.” She whined.

“Then earn it.”

“Maybe I will…” She cooed softly, placing a hoof on my thigh suggestively giving me a half lidded stare as she leaned in closely.

“On the field you will prove yourself as a helpful nurse.” I said, slapping her ass.

She let out a surprised moan, seeming pleased with herself. Wiggling her hips as she giggled. “Now I know why you kept me around.”

“Not exactly.” I said, setting my hand on top of her head again scratching behind her ears, once more she leaned into my hand one of her legs kicking out as I scratched.

It was cute.

I lost several masculine points for thinking that.

“You finished your food? Because we don’t know when our next meal will be.” I informed her.

“No, but don’t stop.” She begged.

I obliged not wanting to disappoint, not that I had anything better to do.

***Later***

After grabbing lunch the two of us went back to the lab where we had relieved ourselves. It felt like we were visiting a memorial of fallen soldiers. That's how out of place the two of us felt as we walked back into the lab room where I had been tied down too earlier that day. Inside was a janitor cleaning up the spilled drops of semen. Spraying the air with an air freshener.

“Grab some medical equipment.” I told her.

“I know, I know.” Bonesaw grabbed some things, storing them in her saddle bags and filling her uniform pockets with things. A quick snatch and grab for supplies before we left.

“Then come on then.” I ushered her to hurry it up, following my wishes she quickly left the room, leaving the janitor confused.

Together the two of us walked around the outpost where I began to ask ponies about our target.

“Hey, have you seen the stallion named Jäger? Some big shot?” I asked an officer walking by.

The officer looked at me with confusion, “Nein…?” He looked confused.

“Someone that's after me. He’s looking for me.” I stated firmly.

The stallion looked between me and the nurse shaking his head. Walking off still continuing to shake his head as he walked off.

Frustrated I walked up to a couple of guards patrolling, “You! Do you know Jäger?”

“Vee kan not say.” The guards said, shaking their heads, refusing to look at me.

Yet I was continuously disappointed that no pony wanted to talk about him. Refusing to answer me. Dodging my questions as they’d just shake their heads and walk off away from their own duty posts even just to get away from me.

What was this guy's deal? To have the ponies so scared of him?

All I had to go off was that his name was ‘Jäger’ and that he was a stallion. This was hardly anything helpful. This could be anyone. But one thing I did know that he had ‘griffin’ guards so the half bird lion thing if I remember correctly from back in my world I was vaguely aware that it was a thing. Unless I was just trying to have it make sense in my human mind. To convince myself that this was normal.

“Will you do nothing but dismiss my questions?!” I angrily shouted at the soldiers walking away from me.

No one answered me, annoyed I went back to the chow hall walking up to the lunch mare who looked to be cleaning up, putting away the leftovers. “Ma’am, I have a question.”

“Shoot.” The lunch mare said as she put the leftovers in storage containers.

“Do you have any idea who this Jäger character is?” I asked.

The mare looked uncertain. “Jäger, the old fool who has the hots for Bombshell?”

I just blinked, “Really?”

“Oh yeah, that guy is always talking about how ‘one day I’ll tame zee beast zat is Bombshell!’” The lunch mare said putting up a stereotypical nazi accent. Finishing her impression she let out a light giggle. “Yeah, what about him?” She asked with a smirk.

“I need more information on him. I know he has some griffin guards and that he's kind of a poetic jackass when it comes to being a hunter.”

“That’s right on the money. Why would you need more than that?” The lunch mare asked, smiling.

“I need to know what I’m up against. Gathering as much information as I can. Do you have any personal connection to him?” I questioned prepping her for my truth, needing to know if she was affiliated with him in any way. Not wanting to reveal myself to the Nazi hunter.

“Heavens no!” She laughed.

Getting my answer I knew it was safe to show my hand, where I stood in all this. “I’m going to take him down so I need all the help I can get. Do you know where I can find him?”

“Find him? No, he finds you. But if you take it from me he’d probably just come back here. To visit the love of his life ‘Bombshell my sweet, I have heart zee kreature is here, vere are you hidink it?!’” She giggled after once again she imitated the nazi’s funny little accent.

By the way, she portrayed him. She honestly made him sound like a harmless fool, but by the reactions by the soldiers he was anything ‘but’ harmless.

“Or you could go to his lab.” She shrugged. “He’s bound to go back there.”

“His lab? And where might that be?” I asked.

“It’s here in the outpost.” She smiled kindly. “Just head deeper in and you’ll see his lab, but his guards will probably take you in. Seeing as you are ‘zee kreature’.” She let out another playful giggle.

“Thank you for the information and the food. I owe you one.” I told the lunch mare as me any my companion nurse walked away as I thought of my next plan.

1. [Hide] Wait in Bombshell’s office

2. [Sneak] Find a way into lab

3. [Run] Leave and deal with him later

I had a few choices set but I did not know what I should do.

Looking to my trusty companion I took a knee, the mare bowed her head like a subservient dog.

“What should we do?” I asked her.

Suddenly her ears rose up above her head. “You’re asking me for my suggestion?”

“We’re a team. Don’t you forget.” I told her.

She smiled a bit. “Okay, team. I can work with that.” Bonesaw nodded.

“Listen, we may have started on the wrong foot-”

“-Hoof.” Bonesaw cut me off.

“What?”

“What you said starting on the wrong ‘foot’, it's actually ‘hoof’ the saying that is. You’re supposed to say ‘started on the wrong hoof’.” Bonesaw answered smugly, lecturing me on the ‘correct’ way to say certain phrases.

“Well, where I’m from we say it differently. DIfferent culture.” I shook my head at how badly the mare wanted to prove herself useful at being knowledgeable.

“Oh, I see.” She said looking uncertain now.

“So what do you think would be the best course of action?” I had asked placing my hand on her mane while playing with her ears, being careful not to knock off her adorable nursing cap this time.

She seemed to like it.

“Well, running isn’t an option. He’s a jäger he’d just track you down. He seems to be the persistent type too, he even keeps going after a mare who clearly doesn’t like him. He’d never take the hint as he’d just follow you to the ends of the metro.”

“That’s right.” I said approvingly, giving her a good scratch behind the ears.

She cooed softly making adorable womanly sounds. Ponies walked by with disgust. As it sounded quite lewd by the sounds she was making.

“Anything else?” I asked stopping the special treatment so she could focus.

Pouting cutely the fluffy nurse pony continued, “If we go to his lab there is no telling what we’ll find. And the guards will probably end your life. No offense but your armor isn’t very good compared to theirs. You need serious upgrades.” She said not looking impressed with my battle worn armor plates.

“Know where I can find such upgrades?”

“Nope!” She chimed, shaking her head from left to right. “Not that I know of.”

Sighing, I listened to what else she had to say.

“No treatment? I’m heartbroken.” She said, bumping her head against my open hand begging me to scratch her ears.

We silently stared at each other for some time until finally I gave in and scratched behind her ears hearing the sound of pleasurable groans.

Stopping, I gave her a forceful tap on the head with my index finger.

“Ouch!” She said, rubbing her head where I’d tapped her.

“Continue.”

“I do believe staying at Bombshell’s office is the best call. That way we can ambush him. He normally goes alone. Trust me, I know. And you have the added benefit of having her guards helping us.

“You better not be playing me for a fool.” I told her as I stood up.

“Hey! What about my treatment?!” She whined pointing to her head exasperated by my refusal to scratch her ears.

I began my walk back to the unicorn’s office.

The nurse tailing behind me like a spoiled child who didn’t get what they wanted.

Once at the office and knocked and went inside. Greeted by the sight of Bombshell glaring at me.

“Is it done?”

“No, ma’am.”

She facehoofed groaning as she slouched in her seat sliding down it, “Shtill a zorn in my side!”

“That's why I’m here.”

“Ant vey aren’t you…” She raised her voice, throwing a pen at me, “Out zere gettink rit of my pest problem?!”

I batted the thrown pen with my hand. The writing instrument bopped Bonesaw on the nose causing her to flinch.

“This is the perfect location to stake out.” I informed her. “When he comes back I’ll have him right where I want him. Then, no more pest problem.”

Her eyes seemed to light up getting my meaning as a devious smile crossed her feature.

“Ja, ja.” She nodded, sitting up in her chair now. “Zis is goot. Fery goot!” She began clapping her hooves together. “I’ll kall him in!”

She could do that… why didn’t she have just done that earlier and not have me stress the whole time I was here?! We could have just had a plan of action and executed it. This mare was either fucking with me or she just hadn’t thought of it.

She picked up her phone, spinning the rotary dial as she inputted a number with the widest smile. We all waited in silence until she spoke.

“Jäger~” She sang in a sing-song voice cusping the telephone as if it were the sweetest thing to ever exist. “I hafe a surprise for you… vey not kome back? I’fe been thinkink… zat you are a fery special dirt pony voo I just vant to squash under my boot… yeah? You vant to be krushed by zee great aryan unicorn Bombshell?” She literally purred into the phone, “Krawl back here ant beg for it, you lowly dirt pony.” She almost spat as she smiled evilly into the telephone. Luring the hunter here with sweet words of pain and misery.

I was at an utter loss for words to see how sexual things had gone.

That Jäger was a freak to be sure.

I looked down to Bonesaw and she looked up at me. We were in for a ride.