Author's Note

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I pulled inspiration from the First 2 Fallout games as a means of justifying how this part of the story happens. In those games if your character was facing away from your VATS target, you have 0% chance of hitting them. I have only expierenced this once in the original FALLOUT game, so idk if it was a game mechanic or a fluke. Either way, I feel LP should have missed her shots based on that rule alone.

Apologies to those who were looking forward to the Velvet and other chapters first. I had originally intended for this series to go along with the Canon order of events, but I figure I can arrange it all correctly later.

I've looked forward to this chapter the most which is one of the main reasons why it's being released before the others. The second reason is that it was mostly written before I had even 1/2 of the Slavers chapter done.

Enjoy!

The Abomination

My shots went wild, I could hear the impact of the bullets as they splintered wood, pinged off something metal, and punctured through a window with the distinct breaking of glass. My revolver clicked dry just as one of the flailing tentacles knocked Little Macintosh out of my telekinetic grip, my magic imploding as the weapon clattered to the floor somewhere I couldn't see.

That tongue returned to lap at my rump, running itself across my sex to the other side.

I locked eyes with Xenith. She was frozen in shock while my body was being violated, but unable to do anything to stop it.

My friend was going to be forced to watch as I was raped.

I mistakenly looked between my legs to find my weapon, only to once again become paralyzed by my monstrous rapist's gaze.

Not again, not after Fillydelphia... the Slavers... the raiders... Fuck, is this some kind of cruel joke!?

The passing thought went through my head as the disgusting abomination slithered it's slimy tongue around my rump, as if in a caressing motion, then slide across my slit, leaving a wetness in its wake and spreading my vulva apart as it ran firmly over my labia. My vaginal canal being exposed as it lapped at my sex.

The tongue left a trail of slimy, slick wetness wherever it touched. I wanted to writhe in disgust, but it's paralyzing stare kept me caged within my own body; unable to move, but still allowing me to feel every perverted act upon my body.

The creature's tongue lapped itself upward along my slit, licking inside my folds before flicking my clit as it crested above my pubic mount.

It showed me the hole of a urethra at the end of its breeding-tongue between my teats, before it dipped back below my clit. The tip shifted across my vulva, to spread my lips apart as it found and settled at my entrance.

The abomination shuttered in ecstasy. The disgusting sound of wet, sloppy flesh invaded my ears. The creature was clearly excited that it found what it was searching for and eagerly prodded against my entrance.

I was opened as the tip invaded my vagina. It's firm, squishy tongue rested just inside the tunnel, while I watched the rest of its length coil before my marehood and suddenly shoot out to pierce beyond my folds; filling the whole my vaginal cavity in an instant. The walls of my cunt stretched achingly to accommodate the thick writhing muscle as it pushed further into my body.

The squishy sound of slimy flesh meeting perverted the air.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I uttered a quiet, choked scream.

There was a familiar pain as the tip jabbed at my cervix, causing my crotch to bulge between my teats, where the thick breeding-tentacle writhed inside me.

Even in the midst of being paralyzed, I still fucking came, my body was allowed enough muscle control to squeeze down on the tongue inside me. My orgasm ripped through my locked body in waves that I felt rolling from the tip of my ears, to the bottom of my hoofs. Thick, creamy fem-cum drizzled down its tongue-tentacle and pooling onto the floor below in long streams.

It was like my body wanted more of its disgusting vileness inside me. The contractions of my sex undulated in way that I was stroking and sucking it off with my vaginal muscles.

Why in the name of Celestia's hot teats did I have to be born with a hair trigger!?

Oh fuck! It seemed to like the taste of me, the tongue fucked me while managing to lap up the rest of the cum around my pussy. The bendy appendage was flexible enough to stimulate my winking clit even while it continued fucking me.

The tentacle was already lathered in slimy secretions, easing its entry into my body. I noted that the breeding-tongue felt soft, as if it were molding itself to me, rather than me to it. But firm enough to spread my canal in a pleasurable way.

Fuck... Was I actually feeling grateful for not being raped by a rock-hard horsecock?

There was a burning, tingling sensation growing within my sex; much like how my leg felt after getting hit by Floater excretion. There was no telling how many diseases this fucking thing was infecting me with, and I feared the slimy lubricant that the abomination produced was laced with taint. Even if I survive, there was a chance I'll still die of sickness later in a few years, if not sooner. I could only guess if it would be cervical or ovarian cancer that would finally get me. Or more novel, a sexually transmitted disease.

I never thought about having foals. I didn't see myself as the mothering type, given how my own mother raised me. I wanted to rage as I thought about that choice being taken from me. Homage could bear foals for us... if she wanted, or if she even still wanted me at all after this... I couldn't see her wanting to touch the most defiled mare in all the wasteland.

It's tentacled tongue pulled out, leaving behind a slimy, wetness in my canal. I tried to piss it out, but it would've been a futile effort as it's tentacle tongue-tip squirted effluence directly into my gaping hole.

It was lubricating me, pumping my vagina full of vile liquid to ease it's brutal rape.

A small part of myself felt indignant. Was I not wet enough on my own?

The grotesque creature lifted my body higher, bringing my body into a more vertical position, intent on impaling me upon its breeding-tongue. The subtle shift allowed me to move again, and I reached between my hind-legs to pull out the invading member; my vagina clenching to help expel the intruder; but my blunt hooves merely slid against the tentacle's slimy, slippery flesh.

A concoction of vile yellow, pus-like slime and my own sexual fluids coated my hooves as the breeding tongue pushed in deeper. My feeble defense broke as the tip penetrated my cervix. I realized I was only succeeding in furthering the pleasure of my rapist by giving it a hoof-job while it impaled me.

The sound of flabby wet flesh smacking against itself echoed in the hallway. I watched the Abomination shiver from the throes of pleasure it was receiving from my weak attempt to stop it.

The pulsating mass ignored my futile attempts and wormed it's way back out and then forward into my depths. I moaned shamefully in both pleasure and pain, as tingling sensations coursed through my sex, while the monster violated my hole. My clenching walls only enhanced the feeling of its smooth, soft muscled flesh as it dove deeper into my vagina; stroking itself back and forth; clearly enjoying the texture of my vagina.

It paused, holding me in the air above its gnarled body. I locked eyes with it again, my body instantly going stiff. The mouth-tentacles wrapped around my forehooves tightened and moved them away to pin them behind my back, giving me a clear view of the monster's tongue buried in my cunt; leaving the mouth-tentacles around my hind-legs, keeping them spread wide and dangling uselessly in the air.

Fear ripped through my heart at the idea of this thing being sentient.

The fucking thing wanted me to watch! Or maybe it just didn't want any more interruptions.

Suddenly it thrust forward, spearing me with its massive tongue again.

I choked another silent scream when the girthy tongue stretched my cervix. The tip wriggling erratically as it prodded around my depths, searching for deeper entry into my womb.

I watched in horror as the abomination's tongue swelled. My abused pussy stretched achingly tight around its expanding girth.

The pain was indescribable as it forced it's way passed my cervix and entered my deepest--and last--unmolested sanctum. I could see the bulge above my teats from where it's breeding tongue writhed inside my womb; nearly tearing my cervix apart tying to force more of its girth into my deepest core.

It thrust back and forth, before impacting and curling along the back-walls of my uterus. It was fucking my cervix, working to implant it's seed directly into my womb for the best chance of impregnating me.

The breeding-tongue had swollen so much that it turned slightly translucent, allowing me to view the rising ejaculate as it traveled through the urethral tract, then reached the entrance to my vagina, before I felt it begin to squirt directly into my womb.

The breeding-tentacle undulated as load after copious load was ejaculated into my body; bulging lumps of spunk traveled along it's girthy length, before depositing the seed within me with a force great enough, I felt it splash against the walls of my uterus. Each lump that reached my marehood was quickly followed by a powerful squirt deep in my belly.

My belly grew taut and swollen as my womb was filled to the brim. Much of it's effluence leaking passed our unholy union, and showering messily to the floor in loud, audible splatters.

My womb ached at being so full. I could almost imagine the vile yellowish cum filling up through my fallopian tubes, and causing my ovaries to burst.

Which wasn't too far from what it felt like.

The mixture of pleasure and pain caused my body to orgasm again; my own effluence joining the showering splatter of fluids pooling below my dangling body. My tight, vaginal walls clenched around the it's mass, as I uttered a choked, whoreish moan. My clenching tunnel only emphasized the last few lumps of cum as they entered my cunt and stretched my tunnel out again before spreading their

The smell of it's semen invaded my senses as the creature retracted the breeding-tentacle, sliding it lazily out of me with a sickening wet squelch that lasted far too long, before dropping limply in front of it's owner; dangling below the ruin of the Abomination's missing lower jaw.

I was finally swung to the side and dropped on the floor like a sack of bad apples from the Stable orchard. Leaving me groaning in pain as I worked to expel my cum-filled belly.

"Fuuuuck!" I groaned in pain and tears from the seed implanted within my bloated stomach. I could see a distinct lump outlining the form of my womb rising above my taut belly. It was like I was in the early stages of pregnancy. My belly shrank slowly as I felt the ichor flow out my sore vagina, and pool wetly around my flank.

It looked like I was wetting the floor as I clenched to expel more of the abomination's sickly yellow-brownish seed.

The creature seemed to lose interest in me as it shambled towards my companion.

Xenith was still frozen, her gaze no doubt locked onto the abomination's paralyzing Stare. I took the opportunity to reload Lil'Macintosh, while the rapist creature coiled its disgusting tentacles around Zenith's hooves and proceeded to lift her up and face her away just as it had done to me.

"Do not let it touch me!" Xenith half screamed as she thrashed her hooves about. Even her own incredible strength and fighting prowess was rendered useless in the abomination's tentacled grip.

It's thick breeding tongue slipped out of its mouth as I telekinetically clicked Lil'Mac's revolver shut, and entered her sex.

Just before I pulled the trigger, I shamefully thought about my own juices being slathered onto the Creatures breeding tentacle just as it began to work itself into Xenith's folds; coating her marehood in a combination of disgusting monster ejaculate and my own shameful arousal.

POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack!

The abomination was dead after the first shot, but I kept pulling the trigger at its fetid corpse even after Little Macintosh's chambers were emptied, and the rotten stench of the creature filled my nose. Only the clicks of my revolver could be heard in the silent hallway after Xenith was dropped to the floor with a thud.

I had finally tore my eyes from the monster that raped me in time to watch Xenith rise to her hooves, the thick breeding-tongue slipped free of her vagina with an audible squelch, her exotic zebra lips quickly closed her gaping passage.

I shuddered as a small orgasm wracked through me, which helped to expel more of the vile liquid inside me; pooling the yellowish discharge on the floor beneath my hind-legs and flank.

Xenith galloped up to me. "Thank you Littlepip, I am so sorry; there was nothing I could do. It touched you... touched me... I couldn't... stop it; I'm sorry, little one."

I could see my friend was shaking, both in fear and rage.

I shakily got up to my hooves. Little Macintosh’s bullets had torn gaping holes into the meat of the thing. “W-w-what the fuck is t-that?!”

“I do not know,” Xenith said fearfully. “But we must be cautious. There may be more of them, and they possess a Stare.”

She helped me to my hooves. I felt imbalanced due to the extra weight I was carrying.

"You're pregnant?" Xenith gasped in confusion.

I was taken aback by her statement, and I rubbed my belly in reaction. Something definitely felt... off. It wasn't the usual pressure I felt after a stallion blew his load into my womb. My belly was swollen, taut, and cramping.

I tried pushing out whatever abomination had been raped into me. I moaned in pain as a contraction ripped through my body, I needed a healing potion to repair what damage the tentacle did to my cervix. And a means to get out whatever had been fucked into me.

"It's okay, we're in a hospital, if we're lucky there should be something in here that can get this fucking thing out of me." I grunted in pain.

With Xenith's help, we continued our search for supplies.

I'd been impregnated.

My contractions started a few minutes after the rape, and were coming more frequently. First they were roughly a dozen or more minutes apart. Now they came every minute or so, and the pressure in my bowels grew to excruciating levels of pain. I found it more difficult to trot the longer our search went. Even my hooves felt sore and swollen.

It was like I was being ripped apart from the inside. My ovaries felt like they were on fire. Which made dispatching the other abominations that much more difficult, even though they were easy to kill. I missed one shot with Little Macintosh during a powerful contraction, causing my shot to go wide; even with SATS assisting me. But luckily Xenith was there to pull me away before I was trapped in another Stare.

We found skeletons with their pelvis's crushed and broken into small pieces. I had a foreboding feeling wash over me, knowing what my fate was going to be, if I didn't get the creature growing inside me out of my body.

I shared a look with Xenith. Thank the Goddesses she didn't feel the need to say anything, but she was there for me all the same.

We found a few healing poultices in some cabinets and a locked safe, then later a Miss Nanny bot that was programmed for nursing care that was still operational; the machine still doing its daily routine for the last 200 years.

I deactivated it and killed the other abomination that was the Robot's charge strapped to a gurney.

"GAHHH!" I screamed as a powerful contraction brought me to my knees. They were coming less than a minute now. Between the kick to my gut and the putrid smell of rotting flesh, I doubled over and vomited.

"Littlepip!" Xenith rushed to my side, to help me up.

I clutched my aching stomach while shaking my head. "No, no, no, I can't do it, I can't, it hurts, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!" I wailed inbetween choking sobs, I wasn't ready to die. Not like this. But I was forced to face facts that I was going to die in the next few minutes.

The abomination incubating within my womb was going to burst through my stomach, killing me in the process of its birth.

"No, Little one, do not give up; I will cut out the demon inside you myself, if I must!" Bless you Xenith. I know if it came to that, you'd no doubt do it. But luckily she wouldn't have to, because we already had the next best thing.

I was breathing like I was in labor as I forced myself to stand. "N-no, it'sss--argh--alright, just help me into a bed."

She did as I asked. Xenith was surprisingly deft when she handled me. I rolled onto my back on the dusty mattress, leaning my head back for a moments rest.

A moment was all I got before another contraction caused me to crunch in response, reminding myself that I still had more pressing matters to deal with on top of getting Velvet's leg put back on her body.

"Littlepip..." Xenith gasped, looking at my lower half.

I looked down at my distended belly. The shock was clear on my face. I'd gone through all four trimesters in the last half-hour. My belly was wide and distended to the point I looked 11 months pregnant. Even my teats were darker, swollen, and leaking white beads of mother's milk.

"Bring that Nanny bot over here and connect my Pipbuck to it, please," I croaked out my dry lips. A Sparkle Cola would've been real nice right now. And I strangely found myself craving food like bloat-sprite steak and rad-gator eggs.

The sound of scraping metal pierced my ears as Xenith pushed the bot over to my side with her forehead, then plugged in the retractable jack from my Pipbuck into the back of the Nanny bot's "head".

I was drenched in my own sweat as I powered through the next contraction, while I set new parameters on the Nanny bot's programming. Then I scrolled through the list of operations the robot was capable of, until I found the one I was looking for:

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"Aaahhh!" Xenith was to the side mixing potions, squeezing out venom from a Manticore stinger gland as another contraction wracked my body, causing me to double over the side of the gurney. They were coming nearly one after another now. I powered the bot back on, while Xenith spread some of the gunk she'd been mixing all over my belly where the incisions were going to be made. I suspected this wasn't the first delivery she'd ever assisted with.

As Xenith's hooves roamed over my abdomen, a bulge suddenly appeared in my stomach and move across my belly. There was enough force to spook Xenith into taking her hooves off me, and for me to lose all faculties.

"Good afternoon, madam; how may I assist you this evening?" The Nanny bot asked.

"GET THIS FUCKING THING OUT OF ME!" I shouted at it like a mother in the throes of labor.

"Please secure ze patient."

Xenith was quick to find and set up stirrups on the bed. Spreading my legs wide while strapping them down so I wouldn't accidentally kick during the procedure.

Xenith grasped my hoof, allowing me to squeeze down on her. "It will be okay." She reassured me, while I had trouble staying still as the bulges in my stomach continued to move and cause me pain.

I hoped this Nanny bot's programming hadn't been jacked up from being in operation for more than 200 years. In all likelihood, it's logic processor will probably tell it to saw off my hind-leg as a means of healing my condition.

I had to remind myself that it didn't matter. I was dead in a few minutes anyway. This was my only shot at living passed today.

"Is the patient ready to be sedated?" The Nanny bot asked as I doubled over in pain. The sound of a fleshy crunch invaded my ears that went along with a painful tearing sensation within my bowels.

Xenith belted an angry string of her native language at the robot while I clutched onto her; bless you Xenith for ignoring your aversion to touch in my moment of need. "She is ready! Do it now you stupid machine; deliver the foal!"

Terror masked my face as the Nanny bot's buzz-saw armature started spinning with the high pitched sound of grinding metal.

I thrashed, both not wanting to be disemboweled by the crazy robot, and in excruciating pain as the life inside me started to force its way through my womb.

Xenith was swift to hold me down as the first incision was made.

I watched in horror as the spinning blade lowered itself to my bulging stomach, before the teeth dug into my flesh, causing blood to spatter everywhere. I screamed more in shock at watching my flesh be mutilated than at the minimal pain I was feeling.

Bless you again Xenith for making a numbing agent for me.

The Nanny bot pried my stomach open and reached into the cavity with its pincer-like appendage. It rummaged around inside me before pulling out a still-intact amniotic sac from my womb; followed by an umbilical cord.

I was transfixed on the fleshy conduit. I felt apprehension after seeing that I was so intimately connected to the thing that I incubated. Even if it was about to kill me, I couldn't help feeling drawn to it.

There was an obscure form within the birthing fluid, which looked as pussy and rotten as the foul seminal discharge that was pumped into me by the Abomination.

I flinched as the Nanny Bot's buzz-saw whirred again to cut the umbilical cord. Slicing it effortlessly.

My body was shaking from the adrenaline rush of nearly meeting my end, as well as the emergency C-section.

I took deep, shuttering breaths while Xenith cooed encouraging words into my ear. I couldn't hear what she was saying as I focused on the Nanny bot while it took my offspring away; then it came back to remove the after-birth, and to staple my stomach shut.

Eons of deep-seeded motherly instinct compelled me to roll off the gurney, and amble towards my child as I clutched my stomach. I felt I needed to be there for it. I had to do... something, even if my own mother wasn't the best example of parenting.

"Little One, no!" Xenith forbade me, trying to hold me back.

"I wanna see it, let me see it!" I pushed passed her, shoving her hooves off me as I nearly fell against the medical cradle, causing it to rock.

I wished I hadn't looked into the cradle.

I uttered a choked sob at what I saw.

Laying in the bloody-brown ichor of the broken amniotic sac, was my own disfigured flesh and blood.

My foal.

My baby.

"Congratulations! It's a <ERROR>!" The Nanny-bot glitched.

It's mangy coat was a lighter steel grey compared to mine. It's little body was gnarled, warped, and tumorous like the other Abomination I've killed. Wispy bits of hair matched my own mane color on it's head and the withered appendage that passed for a tail.

I didn't expect it to look so much like me. Did I somehow conceive a child from one of the stallions who raped me? Was this the tainted ruin of my own, natural-bred offspring. Or was it a bastard sired from the tainted seed of a mutated Abomination.

"Have you thought of a name yet, madam?" The Nanny bot asked.

I felt motherly anguish for the poor development of my baby, remembering all the times I popped a Party Time Mental like they were candy, and the few times I turned to alcohol. I wondered if this whole time, all the potions and chems I'd been polluting my body with, I'd been unknowingly killing and deforming my unborn foal.

All in the name of my own selfish crusade to bring light back into the Wasteland.

I became my mother. Having done the same irresponsible harm to my child as she did to me.

My instinctual compulsion bade me to stir it awake by nudging it with a hoof, while pulling some of the after-birth off it.

It was alive, wriggling the tiny nubs that may have been it's limbs; Making me wonder if by aborting it, that I interrupted it from fully developing.

My foal turned it's head towards me, as if it could sense the presence of its mother. Perhaps it was driven as much by instinct as I was at the moment.

My attention rose as its eye's opened and gazed upon me for the very first time.

My eyes.

I felt paralyzed. But not in the same way as the Abominations from before. No. This was a moment of imprinting myself onto my offspring. And my offspring onto me, it's mother.

I felt nothing but unconditional love as I stared into my foal's beautiful eyes.

But that moment didn't last as the abomination I'd incubated began to open it's mouth. My face went from looking in adoration of the life I'd brought into this world, to melting into a mask of horror as I watched a trio of tiny tentacles burst forth from it's little mouth. Each tentacle writhing individually in sporadic waves as a tiny, in-equine cry pierced my ears.

No. This was all wrong!

I shook my head in denial, after seeing the tentacles which brought me back to the moment I was raped and impregnated by a perverse monster.

I thought of all the other rapes, and of all the stallions who injected their evil, demonic seed inside me. I wondered which had impregnated me. Who was the father of my rape-foal?

It didn't matter, because they were all dead anyway.

I imagined the innocent life growing inside my belly, completely unaware of the evil waiting to snuff out it's life. Until the underdeveloped fetus was bathed in taint-laden ejaculate. Corrupting and warping my baby into a hideous abomination like the one who violated me just minutes ago.

My body shook in fury as I screamed at the top of my lungs, closing my eyes and raising both hooves above my head, before slamming them down into the cradle.

A warm splash grazed my cheek as I stomped my hooves and wailed in pain. Each crash of my hooves was followed by an anguished cry and a warm spatter.

I brought my hooves down a final time, before opening my eyes and removing them from the brown-bloodied corpse of my newborn.

Its little body looked indistinguishable from the many Rad-roaches I'd crushed to death. Tiny fractured bones could be seen poking through its mutilated flesh.

I fell to the floor with my hooves clutching the edge of the cradle, keeping me upright as my body went limp.

Xenith was there to catch me as I wailed into her breast.

I thought about how my own mother treated me. And all I could think was how much worse I was compared to her. She may have been too inebriated in all my memories of her, but she never raised a hoof at me. Not once.

"I killed it. I killed my baby... my baby..." I whimpered between choking sobs.

I wondered how Xenith could touch a foal-killer like me. Being that she was a mother herself.

"Don't forget to read the brochure about post-postpartum depression, after you've been discharged." The Nanny bot informed cheerily as I cried into Xenith's breast.