Fallout: Equestria - Intensive Purposes

by Wobble Wub

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Derpy Hooves, Crossover, Alternate Universe, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance
Length: 1853

(Non-Canon) Littlepip reunites with her lover after a long week of bad news. The following evening is an exhausting one.

Inspired by Pacce's canon side story.
Littlepip has been through a rough week. The interior of Fillydelphia has wrung her out, the promise of a balefire bomb destroying Tenpony tower has raised her stress levels feverishly, and the attack on her home Stable has almost broken her emotionally. However, after returning to Tenpony Tower, she's reunited with her lover, Homage, who greets her with open hooves. And for good measure, many ideas of how she wants to spend her evening with Littlepip.

Takes place in the middle of Chapter 29 of Fallout: Equestria

Published 2018-03-24 10:00:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-03-24 10:00:07 UTC

29.5

Chapter 29.5: Intensive Purposes

"I honestly didn't know how I'd stand up to a Goddess after experiencing... that."

A few minutes later, Homage strode in, a puff of muffin batter on her nose. “Now then,” she whispered huskily as she wrapped her forelegs around me. I flushed, feeling a pleasant, uncontrolled fluttering wash over my body like I’d fallen into a bed of butterflies. “Where was I?” That fluttering coalesced in my nether regions, becoming very warm and joyfully difficult to bear. “Twenty… three, wasn’t it?”

Oh my Goddesses! She was actually counting!

"Y- you... you were c-," I stammered, my voice trailing off as my cheeks heated to a pleasant 'hot as the sun' temperature.

"Uh huh, and don't think I'm not going to be counting again."

Homage's muzzle pressed into mine, that amazing sensation of our lips meeting like it had for the first time so many nights ago. I wanted to squee, all my troubles out in the wasteland would be worth it if I always had her to fall back on. I found myself constantly falling back on the thought of what my life would be like if I hadn't come to Tenpony Tower to question DJ Pon3. The resonance of a younger me flashed in my mind, one that was still chasing the dream mare from my radio out of Stable 2. My insides would be consuming themselves over the current state of affairs between Velvet Remedy and Calamity. I could see an alternate me, lonely and on a cot somewhere out in some shack in the wasteland with a panting Velvet and Calamity in an adjacent room, my eyes watering as I lowered my hooves.

I could feel the puff of muffin batter fall from Homage's nose between our mouths. We both unintentionally licked it up through our exchange, laughing. While still extremely horny, my awkwardness momentarily subsided.

"Tastes amazing," I snickered, "I've no doubt Ditzy Doo will love the final product." I smacked my lips a bit, the sweet mixture sliding down my throat pleasingly.

"Aww... trying to change the subject by complimenting my cooking?" Her pretty mane was in her eyes slightly, but I could see her sultry glances through them.

Oh Luna fuck me sideways. Homage's looks were enough to have me feeling a slight moisture trickling down my thigh. I knew it'd only be the start of an unfathomable amount of... me.

She pressed me on with a shove from her nose, "Now, onto the bed my little heroine. I've got some promises to fulfill."

My legs were jelly. I desperately hoped I wouldn't accidentally slip and fall from all the... me getting on the floor. If that happened I think I'd actually die down there. Luckily, I managed to wobbly get my hooves onto the familiar bed that had provided us with so much comfort as before. I stood at the side of the bed, almost hesitant to get started. It wasn't like the first time, where I was surprisingly lured into our events from her relaxing massage. No, this time seemed like jumping straight into a pool from a three story building. I turned my gaze back at Homage, noticing her horn was glowing unexpectedly from my trudge from the table.

She was levitating ropes. Ropes.

She kept her eyes narrowed and transfixed on me, her prize for being so patient, "What? You thought I was just kidding when we were chatting on the roof?" Her tongue slid out, licking her lips.

Waves of an inexplicable fatigue washed over me, my body falling partway onto the bed with my hind hooves flailing upon the floor. I tried to find the words, choking them up as I could, "Wh- what are those for...?" I mustered only the dumbest question that could enter my mind. Of course I knew what they were for! I recalled thinking to myself hours prior that I was completely willing to let Homage tie me up and do anything she wanted to me. I did but now that it was actually happening my body felt like I had second thoughts.

"I wanted to see how many you could have didn't I?" She said, not the least phased by my miraculous lack of motor skills, "Now then, be a good pony and lie down proper."

I couldn't tell if it had been a minute or a year. With the use of her magic, Homage had successfully splayed me out on her bed. My hind hooves parted so that my now exposed nether regions could not be inaccessible from a forced shutting of the legs from the likes of a quaking orgasm. The fore hooves were also tied, making me look like I was trying to do (nuclear winter?) snow angels upon the bed. My body ached now, the aforementioned bed of butterflies I felt I had fallen on now seemed to swarm into my core and limbs. I needed whatever she was about to throw at me more than ever now.

Homage had more than ropes, I also noticed a blind fold she was bringing ever closer to my face. I felt my hooves pull a the tightly secured ropes, "W- Whoa whoa whoa! What's that for?" I whinnied in a worried tone. I mentally kicked myself for halting the inevitable waves of pleasure that I so desperately craved. But I did wonder why the blindfold.

"Littlepip, you trust me right?" Homage said sweetly as she brought her face closer, her body straddling mine.

"U- uh huh... of course." My voice began shrinking the closer she got, her shadow enveloping me.

"Then for all intensive purposes I think you'll go through with this, surprises will make it all the better." She cooed in her soothing tones.

Wait. What? I must be mishearing.

"Intensive purposes?" I felt like the wasteland's biggest fucking loser for interjecting, "isn't the saying 'intents and purposes?'"

Homage gave her usual giggle that made me melt in her hooves. And speaking of hooves, I felt hers pressing. My body shook like one of the alicorns struck me with their lightning, if it were designed to give mares orgasms.

"Silly pony," I could feel her tongue trace my neck as I quivered and fell quiet after my barrage of squeaks, "my intents were already clear," Her hoof remained firmly against me, now rubbing and applying more pressure, "but my purposes are intense."

Oh. I. Screamed.

The room's dim lighting was soon washed away from the blindfold sliding into place. I felt Homage's teeth bite my ear like she had done a week ago. Her tongue slid across, my body riding an energy that could only be described as never ending.

"The safe word is toaster," she whispered.

I wanted something to bite down on. It was all too fearful for me that I'd be screaming the safe word before I could break the record Homage had gone about earlier.

Twenty... three wasn't it?

Oh goddesses... I so desperately didin't want to scream it. My vision was completely void now. If it were life and death, I figured my telekinesis could free me from a setup like this in a pinch. But for now... I was completely at the mercy of my sexy gray unicorn. My love. The room was still for a moment.

"H- HomaaaaAAAAAAAAA!?!"

My small, even foalish, body bucked and trembled under the familiar hot breath embracing my marehood. The sheets beneath us were already becoming damp. 'How often did she have to clean these?' I wondered between my huffs and panting.

"She also mentioned spanking, hm?" Homage's voice sounded like it was coming from all directions. I gasped.

"Sp- Spanking, wh- I," Soon the unfamiliar languages that I spoke during our first encounter returned in an instant.

I felt my flank struck with a hoof. I caved. My body had released all of its tension built over the last week. Fillydelphia. The Steel Rangers. Stable 2. Red Eye. It all came rushing out through the loudest screams I've ever managed within earshot of Homage. The spasms and gushing meeting her as her entire mouth hotly encased itself on me again.

Was this my first break? Or had it been my one hundredth?

The sexual bursts seemingly meld together as Homage kept me in place, tongue fucking me. It had only reoccurred to me just now that I was completely immobile and unable to move any of my hooves. I felt myself tightening against them, pulling and seeing if I could even slightly help my cause of never ending gushing. Oh Celestia fucking Luna these ropes were tight. I strained my body just trying to get the smallest leverage to no avail.

I writhed in sheer bliss. Her tongue felt stronger now, was she practicing on... something? It slid it in and out so deeply, swirling and grinding against my constantly contracting walls.

"Ohhhhh FUUUUUCK." This and incomprehensible gibberish were all I could muster through my lips.

I could feel Homage react to my mutterings, her nose rising and nuzzling against my clit with her tongue still absolutely pounding me. It slid out on occasion for occasional listing. I could feel her eyes on me without seeing them.

"Five... Six...," I felt like I was going to black out, "... eleven... twelve."

Tears were starting to bleed into the blindfold, some of them trickling down my cheeks. It wasn't a sadness like had been making me shed them all week. It was simply intoxication. I didn't feel her tongue a moment after twelve. She was on me again. Through sharp breaths, I could feel my heart rate finally slowing down again, but not by much.

A metal mouthpiece floated itself to my lips, "Intermission." I could hear Homage purr as she let me drink from a canteen. I greedily got as much water into my system as I could, my chest rising and falling as I tried not to choke myself.

"So," her body lied itself on mine, my vision coming to, if not blurry from the tears and fatigue, "how are you holding up Miss Twelve out of twenty three?" She snickered, her nuzzling of my neck turning into loving licks and kisses.

The canteen finally went away, streams of water running down my chin. "Y- You're going to kill me." I said with what I think was a smile.

Homage's tongue retreated for a moment to stifle a laugh, "Guess this way would be better than what lies elsewhere?" Her lips pressed into mine. From a quick glance I could see that Homage was also... oh my... making quite a mess of the sheets as well. My eyes felt like overflowing wells. I looked at hers.

"Kill me," I echoed, hoping she'd understand in the non literal sense.

"Ohh," Homage said in a rich and melting tone, clearly understanding, "she wants more."

Author's Note

The first paragraph is from Kkat's Fallout: Equestria!
This is completely inspired by Pacce's "A Mare Worth Fighting For" that is canon to Kkat's "Fallout: Equestria"

Thanks to both of them for the amazing story!