Corner Cronicles: Dead Tree

by Mister_Re

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Sex, Fallout, Profanity, Violence, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 2262

20 years before the events of Fallout: Equestria. A box pony named Sugarcube corners set out from a doomed existence to please her box god. With a group of misfits by her side, she traverses the wastes in hopes of on day retaking her Box Mecca.

These are snippets of the adventure that my character, Sugarcube corners is in. Behind the scenes where no pony has seen her in her true active state. She is a kinky, crazy and older than she looks. Unlike the other stories that follow a chronological order, they are random inputs in the timeline. Enjoy.

Published 2018-02-01 01:10:11 UTC
Last updated 2018-02-01 01:10:11 UTC

What goes in the box, stays in the box

Author's Note

Link to another, main perspective here:

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/393681/fallout-equestria-dead-tree

What goes in the box, stays in the box

Sugarcube dashed out of the soon to be ghoul filled area, sweating as the thought of an Enclave air raid became not only possible but imminent. It wasn't the wisest choice to pick up the radio and speak but something outside of her was calling the shots. Box god was that you? The little mare thought as she felt the adamant adrenaline leave her system. These legs were moving faster than Corners remembered. She was running. Why was she running? As soon as she noticed, her legs stifled to a stop. No pony notice, no pony notice, no pony notice. Then silence. Nothing but the deep breaths in her quiet mind. Sugarcube treasured moments like these. Despite her relaxation, this was only the eye of the storm.

Something in the back of Corner’s box had been itching at her, even to the point of clawing at her. The box based filly had neither warning nor preparation prior. Corner’s mind had ignored the clear signs: A sound of cardboard ruffling, a sudden draft of air, and two grimy hooves pressing ever so slightly on her shoulder. Sugarcube front hooves' felt the pressure of the earth cracking as she was forced face down. The sound it made imitated a bone breaking, a sound she knew all too well. Hunks of meat and bone filled her backside area with a tightness of stench, space and soreness. This ghoul had entered her box... and now was trying to enter her.

There's no way that ghoul could fit in here. There is no wa~. Sugarcube referred to the box but that thought's meaning extended past her original intent. Corners was stuck between a cock and her box place and was putty in this stallion's hooves. As if according to plan, he let up the pressure off her shoulders to resume her automated standing position. Though rather than letting the mare reset completely, he thrusted his hips back to motion box to his side. The filly lost his sudden tug of war and her front side plastered to the seeing end of her box. She could feel the feel the 'fresh' air as her muzzle pressed against the exposed eye holes.

Stallion side there was room to grow, his dilapidated sheath now transformed to a palpitating member. This stallion's vigor lacked finesse but his methods chanced many attempts. Through each missed attempt, he swiped away at more of her fatigues until she was exposed. She felt there was nothing to do beside press her hooves against the wall and push back... or forward in literal sense. An icky green slime streaked her clothing, which epicenter was her now naked clit. At this rate, his dick would have never penetrated but the frequent missed attempt had a seducing consequence. The ragged stimulation kicked started her estrus cycle. Gradually she noticed the heat build up in box, as well as the heat in her body. Soon there was no stopping her from succumbing to this stallion's instinct.

"Copy, what do you see Admiral Feather Fall?" The pegasus was slow to respond.

"I repeat. Admiral Feather Fall what's the situation in that area." The radio commanded.

"Uh... I read you... loud and clear..." Even with his extensive military training, Feather fall had no way of preparing for what he saw. "We found a few dirt diggers responsible for our downed members and..." He stopped to double take the scenery.

"And?" The stallion gulped before resuming his coms.

"What looks like a ghoul having a fun time... in a box."

Corners imitated a sexual tyrannosaurus, which eager claws folded backward to guide her mate's member in. Despite this, the stallion discoordinated with his now more than willing prey. It would've taken more than a miracle to sync their efforts in a timely fashion. Combat did only last a few turns before some pony died. About a dozen of attempts of sheathing his dagger, the gruesome stallion ceased. Impatient with the cock tease his decayed jaw widened to deal a killing blow. Sugarcube was none the wiser. Just as the perfect strike hit a deadly velocity, The starting guns rang and they were off to the races. Just outside the box was an air raid siren followed a penumbra of weapons firing, which startled him into her and vise versa.

Time decelerated to a frame a second, Because not even Rainbow dash would be able to see how fast this mare's facial features shifted. It was a complete cycle from full ahegao to straight grimace intertwined with amalgamations in between. Outside looking in, it implied a bit of comedic lack of context.

Simulating the subtlety of breaching an airlock, the ghoul's shaft penetrated straight into the roof of sugarcubes cervix. It didn't matter what physical barrier she had installed. The repaired hymen was first to go and the cervix was not sufficient to stop the momentum. Like a virgin he said. It'll be fun he said. Corners eyes rolled back as the stallions head reared against her inner wall. The mare could feel her uterus stretching to accommodate. Inside her mare chamber, it was no longer a triangle but a rather fitting diamond shape. With each thrust he bit her. Although with each thrust he panted and released his maw only managing to draw blood and bite marks. Sugarcube welcomed such sexual violence having quite the knack for it.

"Hhhh..nnng... haah..."

The ghoulified stallion pumped her for juices. Sugarcube could feel her lower fatigues drench itself in excitement. With each plunge, the sound of a wet rag against a hard surface could be heard. The mare was burning from the fire ignited in her marehood. He put his hooves on her underbelly for optimal balance while he plowed every corner of Corners. With hind hooves hovering over the ground, she drooled as gravity took hold. Sugarcube was helplessly pressed against her box like clique shower scene, her sweat covered fur chafing her chest and left side cheek. The fatigues were in shambles, barely keeping on her skin as the ghoul bit into it multiple times. The lower end was torn from the sharp ‘bone’ that similarly acted as a box cutter.

“I… I… ah-...Aaahhh… AH!”

Corners nethers sputtered so much cum it would make a lawn sprinkler jealous. Nothing beat being slammed from the backside. The joy slobbered her lip and whet the face side of her box. With his cock reaching its peak, his pace accelerated to match. Even her short orgasmed breath would be interrupted by how fast this stallion was going.

With a final thrust he pushed his spearhead completely in and two hundred years of built up virility subsided. The resulted creaming cascaded within sugar's diamonded uterus. Cum splayed to the rear of the box and trickled a puddle into Corner's pulled down fatigues. As the ghoul pulled out, a slosh of white with hints of red tripled the accumulation in the pant leggings. It was as if a marshmallow bubble popped from her cunthole. A trail of saliva streaked downward as the mare collapsed from pleasure. She rolled over to eagerly pass out but a sudden wave of energy passed through her. Quick Stitches healing magic engulfed the box and its inhabitants.

“Thanks quickstitch…” Sugar cube replied as she looked up to see the ghoul still looking over her. A quick look down to his nether regions and there was something strange… something bigger. Apparently, the magic was potent enough to restore something completely… his dick was now of a fully girthed stallion’s and its size was on the upper end of large.

“Thanks quickstitch?” She was contemplating whether this was going to be a gift or massive curse.

She didn’t know how to respond to this… but something inside her felt a need to say hello.

“Hello there… I’m sugarcube.” She said to both heads. The ghoul looked down upon her with a ragged face, his smiling expression had bits and pieces missing from it.

“Sugarcub.” It spoke. Between the nat 1 and the healing 5, the ghoul was restored back to a semblance of a normal pony.

“Huh Wha~ you spo-!” The stallion kissed her. The first kiss she’s ever experienced. Her cheeks were redder than her pounded flank.

The lazer fire raged on outside while they had a moment to stare at each other. Reconstituting a ghoul was far from a normal occurrence… was it love? Corners rolled onto back and removed what was left of her pants. She presented her messied marehood with wide eyes and wide open legs. They shared a smile and consensus for round two.

At this moment, she realized she might have fucked up… just a bit. The healing spell had also healed her hymen. At least I’m going to be the mare that can say they broke their hymen twice in a fight with the enclave. Sugarcube thought after this. Anyhow, He pressed deep against her flank, his cock furthering its packing skills. Sugarcube let out a moan as she was being cocked more romantically this time. He was a real gentle colt. He took his time driving into her like a chisel into a marble block. Pleasure was his output and was rewarded with cum splashing against his member. Corners wrapped her legs around the stallions backside and pulled inward, deeper she wanted it. Deeper was the only way she could have it. Anything else was short change. The ghoul smiled, his teeth showing through his cheeks. He bent his neck down and kissed her. She pursed her lips together to requite but then was met with a longing tonge, wanting to taste. With open mouth smile she welcomed his slimy advances. Their tongue danced around each other, tasting what each other had in the morning. On one end was the taste of a pony’s corpse the other a nice cooked mirelurk. Corners didn’t mind the taste but the length she was more than surprised.

The stallions tongue snaked her way past Sugarcube’s into the deeper part of her throat. The mutated tasters circled the outer rim of her gag reflex. He held her breath hostage for a moment and withdrew from her lips that wanted more. Corners gasped for air. a slobbering stain upon her face remained. Lazer fire erupted around them but they didn’t mind.

“Ngh! Do that again!Ahhh...” Corners opened her face hole, asking to tongue fucked again. He obliged.

The stallion’s slapped away at her slut slits as he face fucked her with his tongue. The humping motion was the only thing visible from the outside. Though in the heat of battle no one noticed. After a second or two the lazer fire ceased and box heard a voice from outside. Not from the outside of the box, but from outside the world itself.

DM: “Okay, its box’s turn.”

“Oh… shit. Uh, we need to hurry this up.” Corners heard the gm from beyond the box.

“What should I call you? I know! Gruesome.Or grues-amor” This name was both a portmanteau and a pun because he technically grew some more.

80/80AP

Corners put her fore hooves behind her back to sit up whilst simultaneously pulling Gruesome’s member into her with her hind legs. A physical red Exclamation popped from his forehead as it turned out she was stronger than she looked. The filly may not look it but she was definitely a power bottom. Dirt groves formed where Gruesome hind legs were being forced down. Ironically, the stallion’s face had mimic her’s at on his turn.

Move used: Pin

60/80 AP

From that point on, she squeezed both her legs together and around his flank, improvising a scissor lock. Her lower body became a cock milking machine. At this point and time, Gruesome had a silly looking grin on his face. Not even the offset of ghoul mutation could prevent you from laughing if you saw it. He blushed braced his teeth and was even further beyond his peak but the tightness of the filly and her grapple wouldn’t let him cum. This stallion was building up a cyclone in his underbelly. Sugarcube was breaking sweat, each thrust hit second base of her cervix (Courtesy of the previous sex session). Corners counted each ap spent as she dominated her now named lover.

Move used: Choke

50/80AP

Gruesome discharged into Corners with a force that rivaled a dam breaking. Once again Corner’s insides were overwhelmed in a sweet gooey aftermath. Though due to her small frame being unable to contain the rest, strands of semen shot out the remaining orgasm of her like an active geyser. The mare’s interior hind legs were already drenched to the brim had now sported fresh and extra thick coats. The game master was right, Chunky salsa was in effect. Even for these explosions. A mural of mixed cum decorated Sugarcube’s tail side wall. She loved the newly endowed scent of her box, despite the worry later from her party. Gruesome laid upon her with a resting body. Corners ruffled his scalp before proceeding with her plan.

10/80 ap

Using a bit of cunning and bits of ripped fatigues, Corners cleaned up both her and Gruesome. They parted as he left the box the most wicked expression on his face. Gun’s cocked to fire. A barrage of bullets was sent his way.

At the end of it all, Sugarcube corners winked.

And the ghoul winked back.