[Dubious consent, impregnation, pain, mutant, excessive cum, and stomach bulge.] Read or skip at your disgression

The air was musty , uncontrollably stuffy. I never did like it inside, and I sure as hell never liked these old prewar ruins. Unfortunately my team was sent in here to see if there was anything useful while the techies work on that hellhound tower bs.

I groan loudly pushing through the next door, I poke through the desks and cabinets, still nothing. I can still hear the occasional zap or roar of a hellhound. I don't want hellhound duty, but I sure as shit don't want to be in here.

"Oh?" I poke into the next room and notice a few potions and some radaway. It's not a huge score or anything, but at least I can come back with something. I just wish that I would find something that I personally wanted to take back. Vodka, Wild Pegasus, anything really.

The radio hissed, it didn't make me jump but it gave me a bit of a start. "Blue 4!"

I knew the voice, it was Feather Fall, he's gotten into trouble five times on previous missions for dicking around, at least with this I might be able to get a little in good with the captain if he overhears us, then I won't have to suck him off next time I need literally anything.

"Feather! Radio silence mean anything to you? The captain's gonna have your ass!" I growl into the radio as best as I can hoping this will be enough.

The other side of the radio cashed a bit and to her surprise it wasn't Feather's voice this time. "Blue 4, Private Down, It's me you dumb cunt... Go find Private Fetters... if you want to know why, turn to channel 4... but find her an shut her ass up! and don't come back without the name of whoever is with her!"

Instinctively I stand up straight and swallow. "Yes captain!... " I swallow and facehoof. The next favor was probably going to cost a bit more than a blowie. I grumble annoyed remembering the last time he was angry at me, I couldn't sit down for a week, and all that for a few extra rations that week.

"At least he doesn't cum inside..." I whimper a little thinking of just what would be said if all the mares under his command suddenly became pregnant, he already knew they would bust him for something that blatant, which was probably why he hadn't gotten into my coochie yet. I shake my head as if I could just shake his fat ugly image away, especially his fat ugly smell. I had to go through a whole bottle of mouthwash just to get his taste out of my mouth. It wouldn't kill him to eat more fruit every now and again.

I flip the radio down two channels, double check and flip it down just one more, and then everything became very clear. I immediately recognized Fetters' voice, but whoever was with her had to be exceptionally skilled, because I couldn't hear much of him at all.

"M...MORE!!...AH!! MORE!!" I listened a bit, I knew Fetters was into some kinky shit but she sounded simultaneously in some serious pain, and endlessly pleased. It made some sense, I remember her being the shortest mare in the unit, itty bitty little gal, but she always went for the biggest and dumbest stallions. Maybe she found one, or maybe one found her.

I certainly wouldn't put it past her to indulge some big dumb raider, or hell, with how long we have been out here, I wouldn't put it past her trying to tranq a hellhound and ride its dick. But to my knowledge, the main reason we were here looking for shit in small groups or just alone was because the hell hounds simply weren't in here. But she was around here somewhere riding somepony's cock.... or something's cock.

I laugh to myself, wondering if she found some super secret prewar ultra vibrator sex machine, I would have to kill her radio and join in.

The moment I turned the corner, that same laughter died in my throat. I had no idea what I was looking at. Some sort of filthy half melted pony thing. From its mouth, a dozen or so putrid slimy tendrils pulsed like earthworms digging in deep and writhing inside of Fetter's open and extremely stretched wide pink folds.

Instantly, I dip down low behind a crumbling desk and watch, I see no other mutants, and watching close, I can see Fetters, her little legs kicking and even from here, I can see something writhing within her abdomen. There is a gassy guttural noise from the mutant, I pull up my rifle and peer through the scope, one of the tendrils, easily the thickest, something within is slowly but very fully working its way down it as if it were a hollow tube.

Fetter's whimpers and very loud moans only increase as I watch an off color brown yellow fluid overflow from inside her. I can smell the stink, even I would prefer to guzzle a gallon of the Captain's jizz for breakfast lunch and dinner than to have that spewing inside me.

She lets out a loud yelp just seconds after the bulge makes its way past her labia. My only guess is that was the sound she makes when something punches past her cervix. Her whimper changes and there is a filthy slick slop noise as it releases her.

I watch as her limp form falls to the ground, the monster cum splashing like a popped water balloon. I watch from the distance just before she gasps and reaches back, her wings flap as she huddles up, pulling her barding back up to cover her rear, trapping all that cum inside.

I watch the thing writhe its way back across the hall and leave. Slowly, I make my way out. By the time I get to Fetters she already sees me.

"Th...that... that thing!... h... hell..." He gasps loudly and I recoil from the stench.

"Yeah, you would think it would have the decency to not make a mess inside... I mean... have some class..." I struggle to try and keep her mood up, but she turns to me and smiles.

"No... I mean... Other than the smell, it's pretty good. That was just a bit... rougher than I thought." She raised her hoof looking over the thick ooze now seeping out of her barding.

"The hell? Did you just see a mutant and run backwards at it tail lifted?"

She shook her head. "No... It caught me by surprise, it... I don't know... made me stop moving, then tried getting into my pants. I mean, I was stuck anyway, so I pulled them down for it. Painful, but kinda satisfying..."

I tilt my head looking her over. " Riiiiight..."

She shrugged and gestured with a hoof behind me. "Well... Don't take my word for it.. unless you can get past that weird not moving thing, you're about to find out."

Those words make my heart leap into my throat and I whip around bringing my laser rifle level, but all I see is those terrifying eyes. And just like she said, I couldn't move.

It was absolutely horrifying. It was like being back in boot, knowing not to move an inch as the drill sergeant screamed in my face. But this, this was somehow different, it was like an ultimate authority, fear and obedience forced me to stay put.

The rancid stench of the tendrils violate my nose as it passes over me. The gripping tendrils worming their way into every crevice, every nook and cranny. Exploring my armor, it finally lifts me, just barely into the air. The stare, still forcing me to stay still even as it turns me away, I feel my body turning over and I watch, half paralyzed as it pushes my face into the filthy floor, 200 years of dust and grime smearing against my cheek.

I flinch, it found what it was looking for. The armor on my flanks and back only served as handles for this creature, my inner thighs and crotch were completely unprotected save for the thin layers of fabric that made up these parts of my barding.

If I was being honest with myself, aside from the smell... so far it really wasn't that bad. The slimy tendrils drilled against my labia through my barding, it was just a few seconds before it began to grip and tear the thin fabric.

"Gah!... w...wait!" I barely managed to spill out as the creature obviously ignored me. The tendrils were excessively slippery, I could feel thick rushing ooze flowing off of them as they toyed with my labia. Almost as if it was frustrated and had not memorized the shape of vagina, it tugged and prodded everywhere before to my dismay, it found the honey pot.

I writhed, feeling the tendrils all slurp and slime their way up, splitting my labia as if showing it off, the first tendril snaked in. I was rather proud of how tight I managed to keep myself, in this command, sexual favors was the ONLY way to get things you wanted, most mares here just went all out and got as much as they wanted, but I personally wanted a little more of a reserved reputation. Goods are more valuable if they are less often used. However, my reserved nature was only giving this monster a good time I guess.

I cringed as the forceful tendrils pushed in. It was plenty lubed, just by the nature of the creature's slime. But it was still a bit too tight. I got the feeling that by the end of it, I wouldn't really need to worry about being too tight, especially when I managed to roll my eyes up to see Fetters' stretched out pink just inches away as she watched intently, rubbing her clit happily.

"I don't.. urk! suppose you caAH! can help?" The mutant had already begun thrusting, and I could feel every last minuscule texture of the tendrils pulsing in and out of me.

Fetters smiled and shrugged. "When it started to hurt, I tried to pull away, and it just got rougher, so unless you want to be ten sizes larger instead of just two, just sit back, and enjoy it while it lasts... it ain't that bad. And honestly, I don't wanna see what happens if I try and attack it while the big guy is... you know... busy."

I cursed under my breath and moved about slowly to see how much range of motion I still had while being held onto by the monster. The thrusts, stroking almost perfectly in the right spot were enough to make me think twice, but the smell solidified my decision and I whipped about with my rifle, but then I stopped, staring vacantly into the creature's eyes. It stared me again.

I would have cursed if I could, but all things considered, I just made like Fetters and tried to enjoy it. At the moment I just didn't want to return to command everyone behind me able to see everything bar none through my torn barding and seeing a mutant creamie pie. But as things were, I would just have to wait until it was done, then maybe shoot it when it's back was turned.

I grumbled, but found myself panting as the thing wiggled and writhed inside me. But quite suddenly, my eyes widened and my mouth opened. "YEOWWWWW!"

My hind legs bucked and kicked as I tried to buck it off of me. I didn't know what exactly it was, but the feeling was certainly unnatural. But then the next sensation told me exactly what it was. I could feel it, much higher up in my belly than any cock had ever gone. It penetrated my cervix.

Surprisingly the pain was quickly fading, despite feeling another tendril worm its way in. Feeling them snake about inside my womb was a little panicking, but the pulsing tendrils still hit all the right spots. I certainly would prefer a pony cock, or anything else, but Fetters was right, I was just going to have to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

About thirty seconds into this new pulsating thrusting and writhing tendril play I noticed that I was beginning to vocalize, and a thought hit me. I had no idea why it hadn't come to me before.

As good as it was feeling I did prefer not to get diddled and used up by some mutant, so facing away from the monster, I clicked my radio. "Gah! Cah! captain!... thah! Fetters is AH!! She got attacked and diddled by aHH!! SHIT... sorry captain... She had an encountER!!!.. with a monster that frEEEZEs us in place... Please seND! some backup... it's kinda got MEEE!!!"

My voice raises to a scream as my insides clamp down, tightening and squirting hard making my hips buck. Panting and moaning, I spare a look back at a sizable bulge traveling down the inside of the tendrils, I feel a sudden rush of heat as the messy overload of cum straight up overflows inside of me, I feel it in my womb, I feel it overflowing in my pink. But that is when my mind began to race. If the cum came out before and during the lump's travel down the tendril, then what was the lump?

Panic shot through me as thoughts of impregnation by this obviously different creature shot through me. It was almost a certainty, as if it were laying eggs inside, the 'cum' was not likely to be semen, but some sort of nutritional substance for an embryo. "SHIT!! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!"

I turned the radio back on and blurted desperately. "Please! get here fast!... really REALLY fast! Look, first person who gets here, anything you want! just hurry the fuck up! Anything!! FUCK!! I'll be your fucking slave, whatever, get here now!! Keep this thing from..."

I watch the lump close in, I watch it travel just to the point of my labia, I feel it pushing past, giving just a little extra stretch, I panic and flail, I feel the lump hit my cervix, I feel it stall, the tendrils tighten and begin to push harder.

My eyes clamped shut, between the writhing, the fresh orgasm moments before, and the thick disgusting ooze. I don't know what to make of it. The panic mixed with the pleasure, it gives an uncertain thrill. Almost enough to not take that lump seriously. But just as the lump begins to stretch my cervix just barely enough, my salvation comes in a hail of laser fire.

I'm not certain what happened, but I am on the floor and the creature is writhing and shrieking as its burned and blasted by lasers until it is turned to ash. I pull the severed tendrils from my nethers with my own body motion and the weight of a pressed hoof. But through the cum and fluids, I press until I find what I expected. A small hideous looking translucent egg. The creature within has the same color and vaguely same shape as the monster. I look to the confused but still quite enjoying the tail end of her session high Fetters. "I think you're going to need a plan B pill girl..."

She looks at me confused, then a little worried. But everything changes as I struggle upright and take note of the two soldiers in power armor. "Thank you... I didn't think they would send in spec ops..."

They nodded and I explain the situation. There is some worry from Fetters when she realizes she's probably pregnant from the creature. In just a few minutes we are heading back up. I'll get a once over by the doctors and a few scans, Fetters will get some time in quarantine after a small operation and will be held for monitoring. But apparently, the monster was not new. Enclave had documented it before, and as I sit in the shower after my scans, I am very pleased to see that the vile smelling spunk comes off quite easily. Other than some slight soreness, the only thing hurt is my pride, at least until somepony familiar comes in.

I turn and look over one of the special ops who had saved me. I am happy to see someone who saved me, but a little weirded out that he's here in the mare's locker room. "Can I help you?"

I look him over and shrug internally. He looks good, and chances are he's just here for some 'I just saved you, say thanks in a meaningful way' head. But then I am reminded crudely as he I hear my voice over the radio, played back in the shower. "Please! get here fast!... really REALLY fast! Look, first person who gets here, anything you want! just hurry the fuck up! Anything!! FUCK!! I'll be your fucking slave, whatever, get here now!! Keep this thing from..."

I sit there looking up at him, I can hear myself groaning inside my head. This is going to be a lot more than a quick BJ. "Ok... what do you want?"

He grins and comes along side me checking out my rear. "I cleared it with your captain... Until further notice, you are... ahem... assigned to spec ops. Just show up and expect to spend a lot of time face down... ass up..."

I grumble watching him leave. "Well... guess I'm not going to be that tight anymore..."

Author's Note

Thank Officer Hotpants for this request.
and Bad Dragon for some minor editing help.