Fallout Equestria: Scout Sizzle Cymbal

Chapters

Chapter 02, Orthrus
Chapter 03, Voyeurism
Chapter 04, Flock of Talons
Chapter 05, Fill Me Up!
Chapter 06, Back Home.
Chapter 07, Ganger Duel
Chapter 08, Raiding the Raiders.
Chapter 09, Domination Play.
Chapter 10, The Perfect Fit
Chapter 11, A fun but Cruel Joke
Chapter 12, Blue Balls and Bad Decisions
Epilogue
Chapter 01, Trouble with Tribals
Chapter 13, A Deviant’s Honest Life

Chapter 02, Orthrus

Chapter 02 Orthrus

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Personnel log 01

CIVILIZATION! Oh how I miss air cooling talismans for the hot days, and air heating talismans for the cold night. Processed foods, clean water, proper beds, and a fucking shower! It's all Orthrus standard issued, so not the best out there, just mass produces crap, but fuck it if it was not Celestia sent.

Though the tribals has helped me get around the yao guai, I ended up going through a swamp, and fell in a few times, covering me in mud, with no way to wash off. So just being able to get clean off after a week of trotting was the best. It was so bad that the other scouts thought I was just a lost wastelander wandering in.

Now that I'm clean, I'll be turning in my report, modified so that all the fun stuff been removed, and going to sleep.

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Personnel log 02

I don't want to complain, not after having to sleep on the ground for over a week, or after having to hunt and cook my own food, but sometimes fuck civilization!

All there is to do sleep on are stiff cots, the most uncomfortable piece of shit I have ever been on, and the food is tasteless recycled plant matter. Just because it's green does not make it good.

That aside, having the day off to mess around was nice. Not much to do, so I spent most of my free time chatting with the other scouts about the shit we have done. My adventure with the tribals proved to be popular, it helped that I had a few photos of the stallions, and their “spears.” Some of the mares announcing their interest in helping establish a more “friendly” relation with the tribe. A few wanted to buy the photos off of me, but I just gave them the cleaner photos. If they want a photo of a dick, they should take it themselves.

Near the end of the day, I got roped into helping with a food donation. I may hate the recycled green food, but there was a lot of wasteland families who almost started fighting over it. There was also a malnourished colt waiting for a meal, I almost lost it, then I saw that his parents, they both were worse off than their son, the colt had actually created them here. We took them in, and put them on an IV drip. So the family will survive, and knowing that makes this shitty job worth it.

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Personnel log 03

The cots are still shit to sleep on, and I had a yearning for gecko meat. Not the best thing to eat, but far better than the green crap they were giving us. The captain heard me complain, and ordered me to go hunting. The bitch. so I when out hunting, and I happen to snag ten of those bitey bastards, with only two close calls, thank Celestia for cyberlegs.

But… The meat went to the food drive, not to us, and I can't even complain, as seeing the happy foals was just too cute. But still, if they keep treating us like dirt, were going to rebel, rebel I SAY!

That all aside, we have a briefing soon, I'll be getting my next assignment, and then fucking off to the great unknown.

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Activating my cyber eyes recording function, it by order of the captain, the bitch is now using me as a backup camera for the briefing. Still I did owe her for this job after I fucked up. Next time, don’t try to secretly try to record ponies who are used to finding hidden cameras. But new world, new possibilities.

The captain, Temboril Tablature, stood on a podium, her stern glare enough to shut us all up. Though there was only twenty two of us at this time, they being among the least professional regulares I had ever worked with, two I remember fucking at least once. That aside, it was still impressive on how much the captain got all of us to get in line, all without saying a word.

Temboril's eyes scanned the tent, falling on each of us, all before sighing. “Somehow, despite how much you all manage to fuckup the most simple of tasks… we have actually managed to make progress, and now have a few points of interest to start new colonies. All without having to kill the locale population first.”

I raised my hoof, and Temboril glanced at me. “Then there are places we do have to wipe out the locals?”

The captain's mildly happy face dropped. “Actually yes, but I must first wait for the council's approval. Until then we must leave our own kin's body to rot on a pike.” Whatever snickering, or chattet that was going one just stopped, everypony becoming serious. Temboril continued “Among the first wave if you sent out, less than half have returned, and about twenty five of you are now confirmed dead. Though some of you are still trickling in each day, the wasteland has proven to be more than deadly. Because of that, I am truly glad you have returned to us. “

Another mare raised her hoof, “Any good news?*

Temboril nodded. “Some of you who have returned have have given us a few places of interest, both safe, and dangerous. But most importantly, places where Mirage ponies can have a new start. The next mission I”ll be giving out will be to further investigate these locations, and ready the locals for our arrival. With luck, the transition will be without much conflict. Now that you know our next move, I am open to more questions.”

For the next few minutes, Temboril was bombarded with questions, a few mares wondering if the camp CMC tribals were among the colonization targets. Not that I can blame them, it was a massive taco fest here, and even now I wanted a thick sausage.

As the questions were answered, the other scouts trickled out one by one. I had to stay, being the backup camera, ordered to not leave until I was the last pony here. Eventually it was just me and the captain, she looking me in the eyes, and coxing me over.

The mare was a green pony with a dark green mane, all broken up by the gray stripes most of us had. I have to admit that I was jealous of her body, she likely had nearly zero percent body fat, and an absolutely tone body, like she was made of stone. If I had her body, I’d have a husband by now.

“Now that we're alone, we need to talk about your last mission.” Temboril said with a sound of disappointment in her voice.

I shifted my eyes, not making eye contact with her. “You mean how it's a big success?” I asked back.

The captain paused for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. “Don't even try to lie to me you dumbass maggot!”

I took a step back, surprised by her words. “Say again Ma'am?”

She sat back on a chair, crossing her front and back legs. “You went galavanting into the wilds, and whored yourself off to some savages. Then you return here with an altered videos, expecting I wouldnt find out?”

I was fucked, just fucked. I didn't even know how to respond.

Temboril kicked me in the face, not enough knock me over, but it stung. She then recrossed her back legs, giving me a brief glance at her crotch, she not wearing any underwear.

Rubbing my cheek, I cocked my eyebrow at the captain. “Going commando is fun and all, but you sure some pony in your position should be doing it?”

She re-cross her legs again, and again kicked me in the face. “One must get use to the locals customs, but you know a thing about that. So how was it, getting spit roasted like a thirsty whore?”

I was a bit put off, the captain acting far from professional, more like some dominatrix… Oookay… was she coming onto me? “Captain? Is everything okay?”

Temboril’s face dropped the loom of disgust, and became neutral. “Right, your not that dumb.” She uncrossed her legs, and relaxed, giving me full view of her cunt. Nothing sexy, or accidentally, more that she just didn't give a shit that I saw her privates, like I was not worth the effort... It was kinda hot. “Do to your success, command is quite pleased. Though I made sure they didn't know that you ended up fucking nearly half the tribals there. But it did give me a clear voice of who to send as part of an official ambassador party. I highly doubt they will turn down a group of thirsty mares.”

I actually felt a bit embarrassed having the captain praise me. “Well… thanks Ma'am, I just did what I could.”

Her boot then pressed on my face. “Lick it!”

I looked at the boot, then at Temboril, then at her exposed cunt, and back at her. “Ma’am?”

She didn't look down at me, just picked up a piece of paper, reading it like she didn't just give me an odd command. “Because of your successes, I want to give you a more personal assignment this time, one of a more sensitive nature.”

Her boot kept pressing into my face, and I just couldn't hold back, my tongue creasing the leather boot. It tasted only mildly better than dick, and made me feel pathetic as my tongue polished it. My cunt twitched as I debased myself, so I reached down with my hoof…

Another kick hit the side of my head. “Only licking Scout!” The captain said in an annoyed voice. I pulled back my hoof, and focused on the boot. “We’re currently having trouble with one of the local factions, not that we didn't expect trouble, just that were going to need to be creative with how we deal with them.”

I had reached the end of the boot, and now my tongue caressed the fur on her inner thighs. “And how can I help?”

Temboril's thighs clamped shut around my head, forcing my muzzle into her cunt, all as she looked down on me judgingly. “Don't interrupt me!” I tried to nod, but her thighs were like a vice, so all I could do was extend my tongue, and licked her cunt. She loosened up a little, letting me get in a bit deeper. “Good. Now this group is what’s called talons, griffin mercenaries, and a few major gangs have been hiring them to harass our scouts. Though not as technologically advanced, they've proven to be more than effective on us.”

My tongue stroked the insides of her pussy, Twmboril's breathing becoming slightly more heavy. She continued. “So what you will be doing is locating, and observing the talons leader, a Big Boss. Record as much as possible of him, find whatever information you can dig up, and return back here with that data.”

I pulled back, my snout moist with her juices. “Is that all Ma'am?”

Temboril placed a hoof under my chin, lifting up my head a little, and looked at me with cold eyes. “You want to leave so that you can masterbate like a slut don't you?” I slowly nodded my head, my own cunt being wet, wanting attention. “A shame, and here I was going to test a new toy on you.” She pulled out a holotape, a devilish grin on her face. “And as a reward, I was going to return some of those sex tapes we confiscated from you. I think this one is of you and your roommates, good stuff, even got me a little hot and bothered.”

“But that's my property!” The words left my dumbass mouth before I could stop it.

Her gaze became cold once again. “You do know I had to destroy half of you ‘collection’ just to get you on this scouting mission. Though being a vourist is not a crime, the sheer amount of peeps shot videos you've made is disturbing. I'm only playing this act to keep your loyalties with Orthrus, otherwise I'd be testing this on a local mare I’ve met. So, do you want to sulk in your room as you touch yourself, or be a good little slut, and be my test dummy?”

She had to be breaking some major rules twice over now, but fuck, the way she called me a slut was hot! I nodded vigorously, and then painted like a dog. It was all I could think of as a response.

Temboril pushed me back on my haunches. “I should get a color for you next time. Now, on your back bitch.” She pushed me back again, and I let myself fall over onto my back, my legs spread apart.

I felt her further pull my legs apart, and a hot breath on my pussy. “Well look at that, your absolutely soaked down there.” I let out a quiet moan as something cold and hard pressed on my cunt, slowly entering me, going in deep. I heard another moan, coming from Temboril, whatever she stuck in me, she had also stuck in her, now looking like as stallion base deep into me.

Her hips began to shake, and in response, mine did to, the double ended dildo grinding our insides. It was good, felt damn good, but nothing sp… the captain and I let out a moan as the dildo came to life, vibrating inside of us. It's vibrations slowly grew more intense, leaving me unable to resist as I orgasmed.

“Fuck!” Temboril breathed heavily. “It's still... too… oh fuck…. Too strong.”

The wave of pleasure made it hard to think, my cunt convlsing as I orgasimed again. Trying to move, but the captain had me pinned to the floor, as she was heavier than she looked. “How… hnnnn… then turn it off!”

a strand laugh came from the captain. “The buttons… ffff… it broke… we got to… a few minutes.”

Fucking seriously. “Then pull… out.”

*Thump!*

Temboril had fallen onto her back, and was trying to suppress her moaning. Seeing that, I just resurved myself to my fate, and bit my hoof is to also suppress my own moans of pleasure.

After what felt like ten minutes of one orgasim after another, the double ended vibrating dildo ran out of power. I had no strength to move, my hips feeling like jelly. Tamboril managed to crawl out, and up next to me, and if she wanted to cuddle, I was not going to say no.

“Right… Scout Sizzle… let me introduce you to your new partner.” She pressed her head next to mine, and winked just as a flash of light blinded me. When my eyes finally recovered, hovering above the ground was a Orthrus drone. The twittermight looking robot had no paint, just chrome, and what looked like a camera on its undercarriage. “This is Sleuth, a stealth recon drone. It should help you complete your mission.”

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Personal log 04

Though it was nice to get some of my videos back, what happened between me and the captain was a bit awkward. Hot, but awkward. Still, it's good to have some of my videos back, but first I need to get some rest, my cunt is a bit numb.

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Personal log 05

Tested out the drone Sleuth, and it's amazing! I can actually see through its camera by switching the signal for my left eye with that of the camera on the drone, and it's stealth mode, and remote control makes it real easy to follow a pony around without getting caught. Though it's odd seeing myself in third pony view, almost like I'm spying on myself. I'm not much into exabitionisim, but with Sleuth, I might give it a shot, all I need is a partner in crime.

Fun note, looks like one of the other scouts has started a relationship with a local stallion, the two were going at it hard in the stalls. Fuck I love my new drone.

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Personal log 06

Got reprimanded by the captain, as it turns out Sleuth is programed to send out the occasional report to the captains pipbuck. It's a program that’s deeply tied into the drones spell matrix, so no way to mess with it without destroying Sleuth. So the captain found out about the video I made of that other scout, the traitor. I had to run around the base until the sun set, thought my lungs were going to burst.

But on a more exciting note, the captain did promise to give me another reward if I'm successful with my next mission. Is it odd to now be sex friends with your superior officer? It's probably best not to ask anypony about it, she does still have the rest of my videos.

Also, I've been having a strange thought now that I know my next mission… What does griffin dick feel like. ;p

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Chapter Two, End

Chapter 03, Voyeurism

Chapter 03 Voyeurism

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Mission log 1

What's worse than a long journey, it's having to take a detour off the main road so to hide the fact your part of Orthrus. I also don't like having to trot around half naked, with only my tail to hide my privates. Though my plot does look cute as an earth pony mare, gotta love disguise talismans. After this mission is done, I need to borrow one, and make a few creep shots of myself, as somepony else. I can't get in trouble if I'm doing it to myself.

On another note, there is fortunately a lot less monsters out here, other then geckos. But at night there's howling of some beast, been putting me on edge. I'll be returning to the main road soon, lets hope I don't ever meet what's making that howling.

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Mission log 2

Civilization never looked so rundowned befor, lots of gray, brown, and thankfully a slowly growing cover of green. This “city” was called Griffon Town, and from what I could learn from the locals, it had started as a Talon mercenary outpost in the middle of some ruins, and ponies moved in around them for protection. The Griffon Town of today is the main trade hub of the area, with plenty of bars, clubs, and casinos.

It's also clear why the locals here have a problem with Orthrus, were competitors, and to the business ponies here, trading led is just as legitimate as trading bits… no caps, trading caps. Seriously, why the fuck are sparkle-cola bottle caps the main currency here? Still, I was fortunate enough to have some goods to trade in for caps, and got myself a shitty place to stay for the stakeout.

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Mission log 3

Been a few days, and any new information has not been easy to find, but I have managed to gain something good. From what I have gathered, the talion boss, a Sargent Ruger, has a thing for pegasus, and a few times a month highers two show mares to his private quarters. They get paid a lot of caps, and are not seen until late into the morning. The old buzzard also happens to have a bunch of illegitimate hippogriff foal all over the place. So ya, he's fucking the mares.

Better news, recently he has put down a bunch of caps at one of the local strip club he visits regularly. One that has a pair of twin pegasus mares working there. I had gotten a job there to pay my rent, so I was able to get in with the working mares. The twins were not originally interested in the griffin, Strawberry Sunrise was worried about getting pregnant, and as for her sister, Cherry Sunset was gay, and likely hot for her sister. I managed to convince them to go with it, I mean it's easy caps, and they just need to take birth control to avoid getting pregnant.

Anywho, tonight I'll trail them with Sleuth, and collect what information I can about the old buzzard, and the Talons here. The twins will also help gather information for me, but I advise them to not put themselves in any danger, just getting him to talk is enough.

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Remote camera activated.

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Ruger opened his talons in a greeting “Hello my lovelies, I hope you're excited for tonight as I am.” I had gotten a good look at the old griffin before, and I had to say that the suit and tie did help give him a distinguished feel to him. Unfortunately, from how the twins scrunched up their noses, he must have laid the colon on thick. Good thing I was watching through Sleuth.

Following the twins, Sleuth had little trouble avoiding any obstacles, and keeping up, and their slower pace gave me enough time to properly record the inside of the building. Armed griffins were all over the place, along with some ponies who were clearly support staff. I wanted to get a closer look at some of the open room, maybe fine their armory, or where they store their contract documents, but my main target was the leaders room.

They entered a crude elevator, Sleuth just managing to slip in undetected above their heads. “You know that your talents are wasted at that club, the performance you two did together is absolutely enthralling.”

Strawberry faked a smile “Why thank…!” she was cut off by Ruger sticking a talon onto her and her sisters pussy.

“Ahh… a bit eager, aren't you?” Cherry spoke up, holding onto a not so obviously forced smile.

The griffin chucked, and licked his beeck. “Nonsense, I need you both good and wet, otherwise you won't last all night.” He continued playing with their backsides, and by how both sisters struggled to not moan, it was clear that Ruger knew how to hit the right spots.

I myself was already getting turned on, enjoying the show.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened to the penthouse of the talon base. It was half I expected, and half I had guessed as a joke. The walls had enough guns to arm two squads, both in long barreled, and sidearms. He also had several manikins of pegasus mares, dressed up in different risque outfits, ranging from lacy underwear to an outfit made of just belts and a ball gag. In the center of the room was a big red heart shaped bead, of which Ruger lead the twins to, his talons still in them.

“Now my lovelies, present yourselves, and I'll give you both a present.” Ruger told them, letting the two go. Both did as they asked, placing their forehooves onto the bed, and sticking out their plots, both now with now wet pussies. Ruger had walked away only momentarily, coming back with two gem infuzed buttplugs… unsupringly, both sisters were very surprised when he stuck it into them, using their pussy juice to lubricate them first.

Though I wanted to watch more, I had a job to do, and had Sleuth hover over to a nearby desk, but still keeping the three insight. Ruger was now undressed, and having the twins jack him off, Strawberry first to start using her tongue. Scanning the desk, it was covered in photographs of mares in compromising positions with Ruger, and though I wanted to investigate it more, it was not my main objective. A loud moan from Ruger announced Strawberrie now giving him a full on blowjob, with her sister licking his balls. It also gave me the opportunity to open his drawer without being heard.

“Eep!” Cherry’s surprised voice caught my attention, and I saw that she was pulled up closer to Ruger, as he stuck his tongue down her throat, and played with her pussy. Next thing I knew, Strawberry pulled out and began coughing up cum, as Ruger squirted more onto her face. His dick was still rock hard, and throbbing, making my mouth water. Ruger looked into Cherry’s eyes with a hungry stair, and Cherry bit her lip, more worried then turned on. “Maybe it's a bit too soon?”

“Hesitation only leads to failure my little canary.” Ruger then put his tongue down Cherry's throat as he lowered her down onto his cock. Letting go of the kiss, Cherry moaned loudly as he thrust into her and laid back onto the bead. “Strawberry my dear, come join us.”

Strawberry climbed onto the bed, keeping eye contact with her sister as was directed to sit on Rugers face. Cherry immediately grasped onto her sister, she is trying to hold back on another moan just as Strawberry let out one of her own. Pulling her sister close, Cherry kissed Strawberry, moaning as Ruger ejaculsted into her.

The three would slow down, the old griffin needing to take a breather for a moment. When he was ready to go, he took Strawberry, and plowed her from behind, all the while sticking a talon up Cherry's asshole. This continued for a minute until once more Ruger pumped out cum from his dick.

At this point I figured he was done, even with my short experience with stallions, they were generally one and done. Nope, Ruger popped a few pills, and his softend dick rose back to attention, maybe a bit bigger than before. The two sisters looked at each other nervously, and I felt a little sorry for them.

After playing a little game to see who services him next, Cherry lost, and meekly trotted up to him. The throbbing cock then slapped her in the face, and he told her, "clean it." With a devilish grin. She did as she was told, licking the cum off his member, but as the tip passed over the front of her mouth, Ruger grabbed her mane. Cherry's eyes flared wide as the cock was pushed into her mouth, then he began to thrust back and forth. Slowly at first, but with one sharp thrust, his cock when down her throat all the way to the hilt, it big enough to bulging out her neck. With a few more thrusts, Ruger let out another moan, and finally freed the mare, she coughing up cum, some coming out of her nose.

An annoyed Cherry looked over to her sister, only to see Strawberry masturbating. Before Cherry could seemingly process what she was seeing, Strawberry turned around, and presented her backside. Ruger didn't waste time, and jumped to her. Slapping Strawberry's flank hard, he then shoved he dick into her asshole, the mare letting out a moaning scream.

Rugger had finally shown signs of fatigue as he fucked Strawberry raw, slowing down a few times before giving his all again. Eventually, after a minute of plowing the poor, but lust filled mare, he let out one more load into her and collapsed onto a satisfied Strawberry.

Cherry, with cum still on her face, and leaking from her pussy, light up a cigarette, and began puffing.

I would need to do something extra for her to make up for this. Still, it was fucking hot, and made fore great material to rewatch later.

Now it was time to gather important intel.

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Remote camera deactivated

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Mission log 4

Recovering my drone Sleuth took longer than I liked, Ruger wanting to play with the twins again before leaving his room. It was a bit dicey, Sleuth was almost out of power by the time I had recovered it, but I got it back without anybody knowing the wiser. The captain will definitely like all the documents Sleuth managed to scan.

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Mission log 5

I maintain my cover as I did my best to verify the documents I had photos of. Not easy in the least, but the local talons had very loose beaks, so I was able to get some necessary info by just being around them.

I was able to press some information out of a few talons directly, as well as make some extra caps. Mostly private dances, a few blow jobs, and let one fuck me, though the griffion was inexperanced and finished off to quickly for me to realy enjoy it. He was no Ruger.
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Mission log 6

Cherry and Strawberry returns after a few days, they having taken the time off after their time with Ruger. Strawberry had actually spent her time off with the old Griffon, and looked really happy, despite looking like she needed to go back to bed. Cherry on the other hoof was not happy, likely because she didn't like dicks, and Ruger gave her a good dicking. I promise to make it up to her, maybe a date, thinking about her and Ruger did make me wet, and I might want to do a bit of that with her.

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Chapter three, End.

Chapter 04, Flock of Talons

Chapter 04, Flock of Talons

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Mission log 7

The verification of Rugers documents was still needed before I could leave. Fortunately, I just needed to get close to one griffon to get all the info I needed, unfortunately it was Rugers granddaughter, a hardass half griffon named Glock. She did seem interested in mares, but never seemed to like getting attention from them.

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Mission log 8

Cherry is helping me get close to Glock, it's good to know she's not mad with me anymore. As it turns out, the two met after the whole event with Ruger, and somehow hit it off well. Glock was in fact a lesbian, but didn't like being touched by those she didn't know. Other than Cherry, there were not too many mares interested in other mares, so Glock didn't have too many choices in those she could be intimate with.

I let Cerry know that I was open to mares, and to see if Glock would be interested in a temporary lover.

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Mission log 9

Jackpot, Cherry convinced Glock to spend some alone time with me. I just need Sleuth ready to record, both for documentation, and private records. I just need names and locations of a few important creatures, maybe find out who's been paying them to attack us.

Now to put on my best party dress, and get a catbird to sing.

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My dress had a few rips on it from an overly eager griffon, same for my stockings, but my thong was still in good condition, and washed. Leading the way to an old office was Cherry, her hips swaying as she trotted. She had on a sexy looking nightwear, tan with black spots, and had matching underwear. Personally, I wouldn't mind having tapped her ass, but my mission kept me focused on the talons.

"Just in here" She told me, pointing into a darkly lit room.

I was a bit suspicious, but at the same time a bit excited. "If this is a trick, then our date is off." I said with a coy smile as I trotted inside. My cyber eye quickly adjusted to the dark room, with Sleuth following me in stealth mode, giving me a good view of the female griffon Glock.

Glock was in some sort of stripped down talon uniform, something more fitting to a strip club, and standing in front of a sheet that covered what I guess was a sign. "So you're the interested pony" Glock said as she becond me closer with her talon.

"Yes, couldn't help it, you are quite the looker." I said, trying to sound as seductive as possible.

She nodded and stretched her back. "I've heard plenty of males say the same thing. But that aside, what are you willing to do to love me."

I got right up to her. "Anything" once more trying to sound seductive.

*Click*

In a blink of an eye, Glock had a collar around my neck, it attached to a leash. "Good, then your going to put on a little show for me." Her other talon reached behind her, and pulled off the sheet, revealing a wooden board with three holes. Opening the board, Glock pulled on the leash, and forced me to rear up and forward, lading my head and front legs into the holes, all before slamming it shut. "Now be a good mare, and accept your punishment, and I'll enjoy the show."

Cherry trotted in to my vision, planting a big tongue filled kiss on Glock. "This is what you get, if it was not because of you, my sister would not be hanging off that old buzzards dick!"

Glock rolled her eyes, "that's my grandfather your talking about." She spoke firmly before pulling Cherry closer, and began playing with her pussy. "As for you, your a shit spy" she tossed a little grenaded, that flashed, and caused my talismans to turn off, meaning my disguise fail, my cover was blown. "But rest easy, I'm going to let the boys have fun with you before the interrogation."

And I was fucked, figuratively and literally. Sleuth was still working, so I was not completely fucked, I just needed to have Glock let down her guard, then get Sleuth to free me. "You got me, so maybe we can come to a deal?" I said calmly, but Glock laughed. "Okay, no deals, then maybe you can tell me why the talons have been attacking us, we haven't even been around here long enough to have any enemies yet."

She smirked and whistled loudly. "Whatever, not like your going back home. The merchant group Blue Skies sees ya freaks as a threat, and don't want Othrus establishing itself in equestria." A door opened up and several gruff looking griffins trotted in. "So we've been payed to fuck your group up, and payed well."

*Slap!" I felt a sharp pain on my rear end, and then someone slowly pulling down my panties.

I… was actually fine with this, truth be told, after witnessing Ruger get rough with the twins, I had been wanting a bit for myself. Though the situation was all kinds of wrong, I still had a way out, I just needed to get through this until an opportunity opens itself. "Good to know, now maybe you could join me, as you clearly need a good dicking as well." I told Glock, wiping off the smug smile off her face.

The griffon behind me began rubbing something on my pussy, making me quiver a little. "Oy, she's not you're lover, so stop playing games and fuck the whore of a bitch raw!" Glock Shouted, her insult making me more excited. Then the griffon dick slammed into me, filling my pussy, and making me moan.

"Don't listen to her, with a cock.." he thrust, and it felt good. "This big, I'll be your lover any time." The griffon slowed down, and the few I could see shared a few confused looks, a few with a claw on their dicks. "Actually, you all look quite striking, it's actually making me more excited. How about one of you take me home with you if you don't already have someone?" They got more confused, as Glock looked more annoyed. This made me chuckle. "What, none of you have a partner, and when your all so well endowled, fuck, back at base their so many thirsty mares, you all would be drowning in bitches." I laughed. "Let me guess, this frigid bitch has been leading you on, and this is the only way she knows how to get you to stop courting her.

Glock punched, a talon cutting into my face, hitting my cyber eye. I could feel the blood trickled from the cut, as I looked up at Glocks enraged face. "Will one of you plug her other hole, and shut her up, and the rest of you get to the rapeing!"

She backed up, and Cherry comforted her as a griffon got in front of me, his dick not fully erect. "Hay, I'm fine with this, so let me help you make your… big guy get happy." I said with a wink.

The griffon behind me began thrusting again, as I licked the other shaft. It didn't take long for the griffin to harden, and before I could comment, he shoved his dick down my throat. I was now being aggressively pounded from both sides, griffin musk filling my nose, and soon after griffin spunk. The blow job ended quickly, and when I was freed, the cum had gone up and out my nose as I coughed up the rest. Then my pussy filled with hot jizz, the griffin behind me slowing down before detaching from me.

The two backed away, and were replaced by two more, the next dick that entered my mouth was bigger than before, and pushed up against the collar around my neck. From behind, the griffin at first stuck his dick in my pussy, but then pulled out, and pressed up onto my asshole. I moaned with pleasure as his dick pushed its way up my ass, and began pounding me.

Two more griffins joins in, bringing their cocks close to my face as they stroked them. When the griffion fucking my throat pulled out, a burst of cum shot out and hit my face, followed by the other two, some of it landing on my cut, it stung a little.

After another moment, the griffin in my ass finished, more hot cum filling my inside.

Another griffin, this one looked like he flew threw a blender, stepped up to me, grabbing the collar that was around, taking it off, and pulling out another bright red spiked color, it having a tag hanging off it. Fastening it tightly around my neck, he then presented his dick, of which I opened my mouth and accepted. He then processed to fuck my throat, hard, the collar making it extra rough, all as he pulled my mane down to force me to take the hole cock. It didn't last long, but longer than the others before he shot his load down my throat, not pulling out until he was done ejaculating.

When he pulled out, he was still hard, and simply walked to my other side, where he then slapped my pussy, hard. I moaned, it hurting good. He then started on my already abused asshole, shoving his dick all the way in, his balls slapping my pussy.

The rest of the griffins joins in, I survived one with my tongue as the rest jerked off in my face.

The scarred up griffon gave my rear another hard slap before shooting a load up my ass, pouring it all in me before pulling out. Then, he shoved his cock into my pussy, it still hard as a rock. If it wasn't for my situation, I would think I was in love with that cock.

More jizz hit my face as the other giffions finished off on me, some of it getting in my mane. The one with his cock in my mouth also finished off a bit sooner then I liked, and backed off, I could see Glock and Cherry going at it, the two having stripped, and we're sharing a double ended dildo, with Cherry aggressively on top. The other griffins watched then, as they kept stroking their cocks at me. A little insulting, but at least I was getting a good show.

A hard thrust into my cunt made me moan loudly, the scarred griffon now thrusting as hard as he could, making a slapping sound with every thrust. It came to its eventual conclusion, and he unloaded his spunk into me, it filling up to my wound, making me both glad and a bit sad I was on birth control. He stayed inside me for a moment longer, breathing heavily, and when he pulled out, I could feel his jizz seep out of me, and down my leg.

After that, the griffins slowed down, still taking turns on me, but not with the same vigor. As the night continued, Glock and Charry had passed out from all the sex and booze they indulged in. The male griffins also left, most stating that they had a job to get back to, but they will be back. The idea of staying was tempting, but knowing what was waiting for me, I needed to make my escape.

Sleuth flew down to me, I made sure to record my abused cum covered body before unlatching me from my bindings. I hit the floor, my good back leg wobbling from the abuse, but still able to hold me up. Finally free, I suddenly felt like getting mischievous, nothing extreme, but a little payback. So trotting over to Glock, and Cherry, I still owe the pegasus a favor, so she was going to be left alone, but I took her nice nightwear for myself, my own clothes were torn to shreds. Picking up Glock, I took her to the stock, and placed her in like I had, she slowly stirring from her stupor.

I heard a click from the door, and quickly trotted to the next room. "So the surprise is here?" A griffin spoke up as the stepped in. "Hot damn, is that Glock, fucking awesome!"

Maybe I should stay, and get some more video…

"So you got out." The gruff voice of the scarred up griffon whispered… shit, think fast… "get me off, and I'll let you run." He said, his dick standing up straight on the wall.

I shrugged, not seening another fuck a big problem at this point, but he was doing me a favor, so I decided to be extra nice. Quietly I trotted up to him, and licked his cock, slowly at first, but then I devoured it, going in deep. He pushed my head down and I got a nose full of his thick musk. I went at it for what felt like a minute before pulling out, precum dripping from my mouth. Climbing onto him, we kissed as he positioned his cock under my ass, and then, I let myself drop.

It was slow at first, my ass engulfing his cock, but with a thrust, he when all the way to the hilt, and I had to bite my hoof to not moan louder than the other griffins were fucking Glock. We continued at it for another two minutes, the fluids from my pussy leaking all over him, mixing with his cum. He had unloaded into me, but I had decided to go a little longer, the two of us trapped in the moment.

His cock had finally softend, and I got off him, the griffin having a satisfied look on his face, so giving him one more kiss, I made off like a thief in the night, only leaving a small trail of cum behind.

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Mission log 10

Thank Celestia I had Sleuth with me, as the drone let me check my apartment unseen, and see that the Talons were tearing the room apart. Fortunately anything they might have been looking for would be inside Sleuth. Sadly I had to abandon my stuff, nothing important, or of Orthrus property, but its annoying that I had to abandon the clothes and sex toys I had bought. Fucking Talons

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Mission log 11

I've made my way out of town after managing to find a nice elderly stallion to lend me his wash room… yes, I gave him a blow job, I had nothing else to offer. He was even kind enough to give me an old sheet to cover myself. I was not completely nude, i did have Cherry's nuaghty Nightwere on, but that didn't help blend in. I was also, thanks to Sleuth, able to obtain some supplies I will need on my trip back to base.

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Mission log 12

I had to go off the main road, but it seems that the griffins lost my trail. I think it might have been to Glock's fuck up, and then getting fucked. I rewatch the few minutes of video now and then, my favorite part is her finally realizing what was going on, but still too dazed to do anything about it, and the dick in her mouth did keep her from saying anything. I did feel a bit bad, but then she did do it to me first. I just wish I could have gotten the whole thing, I had to run after she had been crempied twice, and a griffin was going in for seconds. Bitch reaped what she sowed.

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Chapter Four, End.

Chapter 05, Fill Me Up!

Chapter 05, Fill Me Up!

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Mission Log 13

So, I didn’t manage to get away from the griffins as well as I thought, their ability to fly put me at a big disadvantage. But fortunately, they still don’t know about Sleuth, and the griffion that stopped me got blown the fuck out. Talon assholes 1, Orthrus tech 2. And on top of that, I get myself some extra food and water, as well as a shitty rifle. Just having the gun makes me feel a whole lot safer.

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Mission Log 14

Having to go further off trail has proven to be even more dangerous, as monsters are all over the place, and I nearly ran into a group of bandits, raiders the locals call them, still can’t mistake that drug fueled madness. The bandits back home were bad enough, the mutilated and violated bodies I had seen were more than enough of a warning to not get caught by them, I hate to see what these insane fuckers would do to a pony like me.

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Mission Log 15

A fucking storm set in, thunder, lightning, and a shit tone of bone chilling rain. Makes me miss home, as at least the rain is warm their. I took shelter in a nearby cave, the place looks like it was once lived in, no clue how long ago, but there's a makeshift bed, and a fireplace with wood ready to burn. I’m not going to look a gift Rad-boar in the mouth, and I need to warm up, or risk getting sick.

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The fire crackled as I looked at myself through my drone Sleuth, inspecting the cut on my face. It was nothing too bad, the damage would heal in time, and can be quickly fixed when I get back to base. What bothered me was the scratch on my cyber eye, nothing that obstructed my vision, but it scrapes the inside of my eyelids every now and then. Cyber eyes were not fucking cheep, and to just afford this one had me doing some out there fetish porn, something I do not want to do again. Maybe I could sell the new stuff I’ve taped to pay for repairs.

I sighed, pushing Sleuth back, and began replaying Glock getting fucked through my cyber eye as I masterbated. Really wished I got more of it, but the few minutes I did have was enough to get me wet, and I was bored. I thought about getting some sleep, but I was already horny, so that was not happening.

Sleuth recorded me as I attempted to get off, but the charm of it was already fading, and my own hooves were no match to some good sex toys, Fucking Talons. I attempted to masturbate in a few positions, but I still could not get off, not that I wasn’t having fun, but without a climax, I only felt more frustrated.

*Thud*

My ears perked up, and I turned around to see the biggest, meanest looking dog standing on two paws. “What pony doing in my cave?” the large dog spoke in a deep voice, holding up both his front paws, both being looking cyber claws,. “Go, get out!”

Fortunately I kept myself from freaking out, whatever he was, he didn’t seem hostile, but didn’t want me here. Unfortunately the storm was still going on, and I didn’t want to die of hypothermia, so I needed to negotiate to stay. “Well can I stay until the storm is over, I don’t have anything to protect myself from the rain?”

The big dog grunted, “No, ponies are trouble, you leave!” he said sternly, pointing at the cave entrance.

“If I go out there, I’m going to die, I swear I won’t be a problem” As I poke, the big dog whined.

“Don’t whine, why do ponies always whine?” He clearly did not like it when I raised my voice.

“Sorry.” I whispered, “Is there are least something I can do to convince you to let me stay?”

He picked me up by the scruff of my neck, pulling up to his muscle, and breathing deeply through his nose before huffing at me. “No, ponies too much trouble,” she said, breathing on me, but also avoiding eye contact.

Sleuth got a better look at the beast, and I say that his member was poking out a little, it happening after he had sniffed me. He then began to walk to the entrance, and I had to think fast, otherwise I was not going to live long enough to get back to base. Swallowing with a sense of dread, I had only one thing to trade with this beast, and it was a bit too late to think I was too descent of a pony to go for it. So I reached down, rubbing my pussy juice onto my hoof, and before the big dog knew what I was doing, smeared it onto his nose.

The beast of a dog froze, slowly giving the most confused look before wiping my juice off his nose. “Why do pony do that, are you some deviant?” He said, sounding very confused.

But my gamble seem to pay off, as every time the beast breathed in, his cock would peek out more. I gave him a wink, “How about it, I stay until the storm passes, and in return I give you a good time” it was ten levels of wrong, but I needed to survive.

He then groaned, dropping me from his grasp. “You pony crazy, Snuffles would break pony, pony doesn't want Snuffles to break you, Snuffles does not want to break ponies.”

I cocked an eyebrow,and bit my tongue to not laughed. “So Snuffles is your name, I’m Sizzle Cymbal. And trust me, I doubt you can be that big, but if you're so concerned, then just let me stay near the fire, and I'll be as quiet as possible.”

Snuffles grunted again. “Fine, but do not bother Snuffles” he then lumbers over to the fire, and I followed.

Several minutes passed, and I was feeling dryer, trying not to look at Snuffles, the beast’s cock was fully erect, and it was clear that he wanted to get off, but he kept his cyber claws as far away from his dick as possible. I was actually starting to feel bad for him, like real bad, as he seemed to be a nice dog, and I put him in this position. It also didn’t help that looking at his massive cock was making me wet, the thing looks like it could actually wrack me.

Every now and then, he’d glance over at me, his breathing heavy, his member throbbing now and then… ya, I was getting the strong feeling that even if he’d said he didn’t want to fuck me, he really wanted to fuck somthing.

With a sigh I got up, and spoke up. “Why don’t I give you some help, it is my fault your like that.”

Snuffles looked away as I trotted up to him. “N… No, I’ll be fine.”

“Hog shit you will” I blurted out, now faces a big dog cock. “You look like your ready to go on a sexual rampage, and I’m the closest mare around, personally, I at least rather get fucked on my own terms.” With my normal hoof, I lightly caressed Suffles cock, and he quivered. “Here, just let me help you get off, and we should be all good.”

He huffed again. “Do… do what you want, but don’t blame me when you get hurt.”

I rolled my eyes, and got to work. Caressing his member, it throbed, booping my snout, and I responded with giving it a lick… ew, he was salty. I continued, holding and stroking his member as I licked the tip. It was the most I could do, as it was too big for my mouth, but what I was doing proved to be effective, and precum began to come out, and it soaked into my fur… oh Celestia did it have a strong musk, causing me to chough, and my vision to blur for a moment.

“You can stop now” Snuffles spoke up.

My vision recovered as I quickly got used to the smell, finding it, not so bad… actually I was feeling even more horny now, my cunt soaking wet. “No, I need this, I want this!” My voice quivered, and I began to vigorously jack Snuffles off, opening my mouth to his cock pulsed with anticipation. Then as though letting a floodgate loos, Snuffles moaned loudly, and cum burst out from his cock, shooting into my mouth, and over my face. The smell, it was like nothing I had ever felt before, my whole body burning up. Better yet, his cock was still hard, and I wanted it in me!

Snuffles sat back, panting loudly, so I took the advantage, and climbed up onto him, his thick fur was warm, and all so inviting. Turning around, I rubbed my back onto his chest, before sliding back down, his cock now between my legs. Moving my hips, I slid up and down his cock, smearing my own juice into it, my scent onto him. His cock pulsed even more, cum leaking from the tip. I couldn't hold back any more, and pushed myself forward, holding his cock between my back legs, until the tip peeked into the fold of my pussy.

“You don’t want this,” he said, panting loudly.

“Just fuck me alredy!” I shouted. He thrust, only slightly, and I felt his cock push on my hips, causing me to let out a pained, but pleasure filled moan. “Yes, that’s it!” I moaned, drool seeping from my mouth.

“I warned you, so don’t blame me for what happens next” Snuffles said with a snarl.

I laughed and my vision wobbled, and I felt like I was drunk. “Oh shut up and breed me.”

Another thrust, and he went deep into me, I could feel the tip of his cock press on my belly. His cyber claws then gently held onto my hip and he stood up, forcing my face to the ground, and like a macanical pistion, he began fucking me forcefully. With every thrust, body fluids seed out of me, he filled me up already, and was pumping more into me. It was ecstasy

I lost track of how long he was pounding me, I didn’t care, I needed more. Every thrust was an orgasm. So when he started to slow down, I felt a bit pissed, that was until he sat back, forcing me up, and then he began to pull me down. What I thought was his base… it was a knot.

*Pop*

I moaned in pain as one of my hips dislocated…

*Pop*

the other then dislocated, filling me with so much pain, I could only whimper. Then I felt it, more warmth filling my womb, with nowhere to go, his cock pumping cum into me. Every pulse I could feel, I could see it, the bulge of his cock slowly giving way to my belly expanding with cum. After a few minutes, I started looking pregnant, the pain of it all was intense.

“Sorry.” Snuffles breathed, he pulling me closer to his fluffy chest. “I’m sorry.”

I panted, drowning in pleasure and pain. “Oh shut it… that was amazing!”

There was a pause, Snuffles clearly holding his breath before saying one word “What?”

I tried to wiggle my butt on him, but it caused him to pump more cum into me. Stretching my womb out a little more, making it a little more painful. “Okay, just stay still.” I breathed. “But fuck, I never knew something as amazing as this existed… I could get addicted to it.”

“So your fine, no pain?” He asked.

I chuckled, which hurt, which felt good. “Oh I’m in pain like I had never felt before, and I’m loving it!”

Snuffles grunted, his cock throbbing once more, shooting a bit more cum into me. “Your a strange pony Sizzle. By the way, were going to be like this for a few hours, so you might want to get comfortable.”

Now I became worried, only for a few seconds, but when his cock shot a bit more cum into me, my mind became clear. “That's fine, I’m fine with that.” I rubbed my belly, and a wave of content washed over me. “So how many do you think we will have.”

He gave out a long sigh. “Your pony, dog and pony cant breed.”

I rubbed my belly again, slowly coming to the realization that I was still on birth control, and was fucking a monster of a dog, whom was nice and gentle, but also rough, so very rough. “Ahh.” I shook my head, things become clear. “Right… what happened to me.”

“Pony bitch go crazy around Snuffles. Snuffles does not want to hurt bitches, but hurt they get. Older, smarter Dog says my smell is an Aphrodisiac, makes bitches go in heat, worse on pony bitch.” He gently stroked my mane, as well as he could with a metal claw. “Snuffle hurt friend, friends family chased Snuffles away, so Snuffles lives here.”

Well that explains why I went crazy for his dick, this beast is a love machine too powerful for his own good… “Wait, then why don’t you hang around others like your own kind?”

Snuffles looked away, “Snuffles like ponies more, Snuffles is not right in the head.”

I laughed, it hurt, and more cum shot into me. “So you have a pony fetish! I guess there could be worse things, maybe if you could, and I don’t know why you would, get your cock shrunk a bit, then that wouldn't be a huge problem anymore.”

He groueld, “No, Snuffles no want pony to mess more of Snuffles, paws bad enough!”

I looked at his cyberclaws, and then understood the main issue, and a solution. “You know, I’m part of a group of ponies, and they could get you new claws, something softer, so that you can jack yourself off again.”

A sigh came from Snuffles. “Wishful thinking.”

I rolled my eyes. “Trust me, we can do that for you at least. Just look at my leg.” I lifted up my pipleg. “We got experts for this.”

“I’ll think about it.” Snuffles mumbled before dozing off.

Sighing, I let my head rest on his fluffy chest, it was warm, and made me feel protected.

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We woke several hours later, the rain now becoming a drizzle, but more importantly, his cock finally began to soften. Snuffles carried me outside, not wanting to mess up his cave more than we already did, and in the rain, he slowly pulled me off him. There was a wet pop, and I practically deflated like a balloon as his cum pouring out of me, Snuffles holding me the entire time. After, he popped my hips back in place, and on wobbly legs, well the rain will wash all the bodily fluids off of us.

Rubbing my stomach, now feeling quite empty, I felt a little disappointed, likely a lingering effect of his aphrodisiac. “Say, Snuffles, I might still not be right in the head, but I think I remember learning that Mirage Pony genetics, I’m a Mirage pony, don’t quite work the same, and we potechaly can just breed with whatever we want, maybe. But if you're ever interested in having some pony puppies, I might be interested in trying that out.”

Snuffled snorted, chuckling a little “Your a silly pony, asking for the impossible. But I might take you up on that offer, and you might regret offering, so best take it back.”

I chuckled to myself, and rubbed my face on his flaccid cock. “If not you, then I’ll just have to find another male to knock me up.” I winked at him, and he blushed. “Just come by and see me, I’ll let my captain know your friendly.”

He scratched his chin gently, and smile. “Your the most deviant pony Snuffles has met, Snuffles like you.”

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Mission Log 16

The storm lasted for a few more hours, giving the two of us time to dry off, and get warm by the fire. Getting some sleep on Snuffles fluffy chest, this time without his cock stuck in me. Without all the sexual fluids, I was able to think clearly, and was finally fully able to understand what I had done… I regret nothing, it was painful, but totally worth it. I even thought about what I said to him, having his pups, and I still don’t know why, but I am okay with that, though maybe I should get to know him better before.

Actually, I’ve been having foals on my mind almost nonstop, like Snuffles flipped a switch in my brain. I still don’t plan on getting knocked up any time soon, but I’m starting to have a feeling that if somepony told me to bear their fouls, I might jump their cock. I know that I will if it’s Snuffles… I might need to see a doctor before I start popping out foals.

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Mission Log 17

The rain finally stopped, and I left Snuffles cave. When not having sex, the hellhound was quite the sourse of information, oh, what he is, is called a hell hound. But I recorded the information he shared, and I gave him the location of our base. I’m not sure he will come, I’m half hoping he doesn't, whatever his musk did to me is still making me want babies, oh Celestia, I want a foal… Fuck, get a hold of yourself girl! That aside, Snuffles told me that it was safest after the rain, other then some quicksand, most of the aggressive critters stay in cover for a while after the rain, meaning I would make haste.

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Mission Log 18

Finally in familiar territory, and ran into another scout, she covered on piercings, like all over. We shared our experiences, and it looks like I’m not the only one getting busy with the locals. She offered to give me a few piercings of my own if I let her see the videos I had made, I see it as a fair trade.

I also must still have some Snuffles musk on me, as the other scout got really into me when we camped for the night. It was fun, not Snuffles or griffon fun, but having nice gentle sex was nice once and a while. Of course, I recorded us to doing the deed, for prosperity.

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Chapter Five, End.

Chapter 06, Back Home.

Chapter 06, Back Home.

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Personnel log 01

Well it’s good to be back among my kind, even if there is still a famine of stallions going on. Returning, I expected the usual bullshit, check in with the doctor, answer a few questions, answer a few more quests to why I thought what I did was a good idea, and wright a report about my reports… nope, got thrown into quarantine, then did all that bullshit, plus a visit from the physiotherapist. They threw out a few words I didn’t understand, and left me a bucket, some snacks, and a concerned feeling of confusion… what do they mean by i’m having a false pregnancy.

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Personnel log 02

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This sucks so hard. The captain came to explain in a way I understood, all while I was puking my guts out, either from this damn fake pregnancy, or from the shots they've been giving me to speed it up. Fuck Snuffles and his musk, though I wouldent mind getting fuck by him again… well, without getting messed in the head by that musk.

The mare I returned with also ended up similar to me, but the Orthrus docks were able to counteract her symptoms as she was not in as bad of a situation as I was. So she has no hard feelings about it, and still promises to get me a few new piercings.

As for me, I’m going through a full hormale gambit, got a swollen belly, and also fun, I’m lactating. But the quarantine is lifted, and my condition should pass after a few days.

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Personnel log 03

So the other scouts are a bunch of bitches, good mares, but I got sick of the knocked up jokes halfway through the day. I also spent some extra time with the psychotherapist, it seems that some of what I went through should be considered mentaly traumatizing to most ponies, the captain heard it, and laughed, then rubbed my belly. Bitch made me cry! Fucking homonse.

Jokes on her, I got a good tip that she found a new stallion toy, and he is currently on base. I just need to get Sleuth, find out when they meet up, and get myself a new video for my personal collection.

Also, I had asked about where to make a few quick caps, and it seems that Orthrus has been giving video recorders, and players out to some of the hardier wasteland ponies, all in hopes they would record and return valuable information. So ya, jackpot! Unfortunately my stockpile of self made porn videos are still in the captains custody, and anything made while “On Duty” is not to be disseminated to the public. So I convinced the piercing mare, her name Rattle Drum to make a quick and dirty video with me, big belly and all. It was surprisingly popular, so we made bank, split the caps, and I got myself a new dress.

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Sleuth started its stealth talasman and began transmitting video to my cyber eye, doing a quiet fly around.

The base had grown a bit bigger as more civilians joined us from both the wasteland, and from Marewaii. We even got more support from Orthrus, though mostly in guards, not other scouts. Fun enough, most wastelanders coming in were stallions, many making moves on the mirage pony mares.

Flying by, I found a small group of ponies in a hiding spot just outside of camp, orgy in process. One mare looked drenched in cum, taking it from both ends.

I thought about getting all of it on video, but I had other plans, so I got just made a short video, and took a few pictures before calling Sleuth back. On the way back, I saw Rattle at a booth, selling piercings to the civilians. She likely used the caps we made to set this up, so I quietly rooted for her.

Finally Sleuth return to me, and I made my way too Temborils office, she had an actual building to work in, and the captain aldo had a nice bed there. If she was going to entertain anypony, it was there. My plan, get a video of her being plowed by her new stallion friend, and save it somewhere she can't find it. Maybe I can blackmails her into giving me some of my videos back.

Unfortunately I could not fly Sleuth in, the building was protected with a minor barrier, of which only the front and back doors were not covers. Also a lone drone, invisible or not, would set off alarms, meaning I had to carry Sleuth in myself. Not a problem.

Getting into the building was simple enough, no excessive checkpoints like back home, just a cyber-orthrus on duty. She knew who I was, and was going to let me pass, but I made sure not to make any sudden movements. I had seen one of those rip a pony apart once, so I was not going to test my luck.

Up the stairs, the floorboards were solid under my hoof, the building had gotten repaired soon after we arrived, of which was to fix the squeaky floor. As I got closer to her office, I could hear the subtil noise of a mare moaning, putting a smile on my face.

The door to Temboeils office was open only a little, but enough for Sleuth to sneak in. So activating its flight program, I had it ever so slowly sneak into the office.

Inside I found the captain riding on top of a black stallion. She was clearly enjoying herself as she bounced up and down, the stallion thrusting with her, making a loud slap each time. He had an even darker black main and tail, along with a red patch that cover an eyepatch on his left eye. The stallion also had a crude looking cyber leg replacing his front left leg, it ending in a claw much like Snuffles had.

Temboril would pull herself up where the tip of the stallions cock was visible, and then let herself slam down to the hilt, repeating the process over and over until the two suddenly stopped. The stallion let out a groan, and then relaxed, the captain simply staying on top of him, his cock still in her as she breathed heavily for a minute. I was a bit annoyed that I had missed the fourplay, but it was still a good show regardless.

"Sizzle, why are you creeping around?" The captain spoke up. "Get in here, I have something I need to talk to you about."

It took a moment, but I eventually trotted in, the captain having turned around while still with the stallion in her. "Yes captain" I said as I saluted. She glanced around, her eyes landing on Sleuth. "Sorry captain" I apologize as I deactivated its stealth spell.

Temboril sighed, "We will talk about this violation later, but right now I did get an update about your condition." She then began slowly shaking her hips back and forth, some cum escaping from her pussy, and a slight bulge formed in her belly. "It seems that whatever you contracted is magical in nature, and still potent even in minute doses. So we've sent a team to go find this hell hound, and bring him back to study. We should be able to make cure if we have the source of magic."

My face felt hot as I remembered Snuffles. "Don't hurt him if you can, he's a good dog. Anyways, if it's just me, I can suffer it."

The captain continued to slow fuck the stallion as she rolled her eyes at me, stonefaced. "You forget that scout Rattle was in close contact with you. Right now her hormones are stable do to medication, but some of the other mares on base aren't so lucky. It's not as bad as your case, but the few affected are in short of a better word, going through heat." She then returned to going up and down the stallions shaft, gushing out cum with each pump. "So for everyponies sanity, we need to devise a cure for this problem, the sooner the better."

Watching the show up close, it then clicked. "Wait, your affected too." I had to bite my tongue to not laugh as she sighed. "So, your thinking of babies too, you aren't you!"

With a hard slam down, Temboril and the stallion gave out a moan, and she let herself lean forward. Getting on all four, the stallions cock slid out of Temboril, and cum leaked out of her, and down her leg. "Don't assume so much scout. The infection had left me in a kind of state of heat, but outside of sexual pleasure, I have no desire to breed like you do."

"That's disappointing, so no little you's running around. Won't your father be lonely without grandchildren?" I mocked the captain.

"If you didn't know, I am a clone of my father, and that's how I plan to reproduce." I cocked an eyebrow at her as she sat on her bed, letting the cum leaking out of her cunt. "Pregnancy will only hinder my work, and passed having lovers, I don't plan on having a partner, or starting a family. So I'll just clone myself, and let it take over my work when I become too old. There was thought of using my own uterus to grow the clone, but like I said pregnancy would hinder me."

"Wow, that's depressing." I said feeling a little disappointed with her answer.

Temboril put on her glasses, picked up a book, and opened it up to read. "Well disappointed or not, none of us are getting pregnant while were still on our mission. So if you want a foal, then you better find a way to grow a dick of your own, and impregnated a mare. As that's not going to happen, you better drop the subject until you're relieved of duty."

"Yar weird, you know that." The stallion spoke up, his voice was deep and husky. "Not that I'm complaining, haven't been ridden like that for years." He pushed himself up, and I finally got a good look at his face. A bit old, but not like Ruger was, just enough to look distinguished without looking withered. He even had a rough goatee that was similar to his mane. "Wait, you just said none of ya are having foals, but she looks ready to pop one or two out?" He said cocking an eyebrow.

"It's a false pregnancy, all that's in her belly is water" Temboril explained. "That aside, her name os Sizzle Cymbal, and the stallions name is Blindfire." She then looked down at his well endowed, and only mildly flaccid member and smirked. "Sizzle, as you were so rude to intrude on us, I believe you owe it to Blindfire a good fuck. That is if he can go another round?"

Blindfire looked down at me, his cock slowly getting harder. "I'm not quite the young stallion I use to be." He smirked as well, but if it's fine with the young miss, I'll go another round."

I thought about it for a moment, as this was a bit awkward to me. One, this was Temborils sloppy seconds, two, I was still weighed down with my bulging belly, three… his and my foals would look so cute!

Trotting up to the stallion, I nuzzled his cock, his cum on it sticking to my face. Bit by bit, I licked it off him, until it the cock was clean, and glistening. As I opened my mouth to take the whole thing in, something else was shoved in my mouth, and held it open. "Sorry, but were busy, so no time for anymore fourplay." Temboril said, latching the ball gag behind my head. With a swift motion, I was lifted up, and tossed onto the bed, where I felt my legs pushed apart, and something latched onto them.

"A spread bar?" Blindfire said.

"A few of my friends like to be dominated, Sizzle is not much different. Just think of it as a practice breeding poste." Temboril explained.

"I'm liking it, but you mares are not all their in the head." Blindfire commented.

Temboril sighed. "Well it's her fault for that. Before I was just dealing with mares who had little experience with stallions. Now a bunch of them have supercharged libido, so it's a mess… figuratively and literally."

I attempted to defend myself, but the ballgag prevented it.

I felt Blindfires cock brush up on my pussy. "Well if you need a stallion to keep them busy, I'm more than willing to take that up for a job." With a thrust, his cock went deep inside me, pushing out a moan from myself. "I know my son could do with getting laid."

"I believe he is still too young to be doing such things, so let's not bring up such things." Temboril said flatly before Blindfire jolted forward, pushing his cock all the way to the hilt.

"What are you doing back there?" His voice quivered.

A quiet laughed came from Temboril. "Just testing a new device, now get fucking." She then slapped his ass.

From Sleuth I could see that the captain had stuck some small sphere attached to a cable up the stallions asshole. Blindfire then picked up the pace, his hips slapping my rear as he when deep into me. Each thrust was more intense then the next, almost as though…

Fuck…

His cock was vibrating, and it felt too good.

With a few more thrusts, my hips started to go numb, then it came, his hot jizz flowed into me, filling me up more than I was already. After another thrust, his collapsed on me, and I could feel the cum leaked out of me. Fun enough, his cock stays hard, and vibrating.

A few minutes passed before Temboril took the device out of Blindfire's ass, his cock then soffend. "Well that went better than I thought it would, I'll let you two rest as I finish some paperwork." She said with a wink.

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Personnel log 04

The bitch left me locked up for an hour as she did her "paperwork" but it did give me some time to talk with Blindfire, and he's an interesting stallion, likely my type. After I was let go, I decided to hang with him for the day, showing him around and answering questions. We also had a quicky here and there, so fun all around.

Later I met his family, his "Mare friend" Healing Hearts, and their two kids. Is it bad that I find it hot that I'm fucking a taken stallion, and one who is quite literally old enough to be my father. Ya, it’s bad, but I like it. As it turns out, Blindfire and Healing Hearts were hired to help run and protect a medical outpost that Orthrus is discreetly running.

It got awkward when Healing Hearts called us out for doing the nasty, saying she smelled it on us, but she seemed more mad that he didn't tell her then that he had fucked another mare. There's a story there, and I was not going to pry, but it seems that it’s okay with her that I sleep with her stallion. Fine by me, and as we talked, I noticed that the Captain gave Healing Hearts a glance, and the older mare blushed a few shades pinker, so she was likely also getting some love on the side. Wastelanders are odd, not to say I’m any better.

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Personnel log 05

The false pregnancy has finally passed completely, and it feels so good! Unfortunately the doc’s say there will still be after effect, both physically, and psychologically, as what ever happened to me was part magical, and I got drenched in it… good times. But still, the last few nights had me dreaming of foals… and a puppy… so I still got babies on my mind. As for the physical effects, I’m not sure, I am still lactating, but that’s more my own bad, as the doc’s say that I should stop producing milk if I left it alone… of which I haven't, and which my new nipple piercings have not helped either. I also got a dock and tongue piercing from Rattle, she having set herself up a nice little shop to sell and perform piercings.

The captain found out, as she does, but decided to let it go, something about it possibly being useful for a mission. I have a really bad feeling.

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Personnel log 06

I’m finally back on duty, healthy, and definitely not having dreams about being pregnant… shit, I really want to have a foal!!! Fucking Captain, my contraseptive was about to time out, and she foced me to get another shot. So it’s going to be a month before the contraceptives leaves my system, and I’ll just have to endure.

As for my next mission, I’m heading out to investigate a raider band, I was concerned at first, but the captain has good information that they don’t attack at random like the more savage ponies in the wasteland. They also seem to have something to do with this Blue Sky group Glock mentions, and all I need to do is find out what that connection is. I don’t need to go in disguise like my last mission, as scout Rattle Drum has already met them, and established peaceful relations with them. I asked why I had to go if Rattle already knew them, but it turns out her contract had already come to expire, and she decided to not renew with Orthrus, so now I have to pick up her work.

Well I have one more visit with a psychotherapist, and a few more shots, then I can head out. I might also get a quicky with Blindfire while I’m at it.

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Chapter Six, End

Chapter 07, Ganger Duel

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Mission Log 01

I think the captain is singling me out, not only did the psychotherapist says that I should not be heading out into the wasteland without supervision, but turns out that Rattle didn’t have to go on birth control like I have too. Lucky bitch is already pregnant, got herself a stallion too, though don’t know how long that will last. But bitching aside, her shops doing quite well for what it is, and good for her.

As for the watland, it makes me wish for a nuclear winter. The bolt launcher rifle I was issued is at least earning more than its weight in bits, as out here it seems that almost everything wants to eat me. Still, the long and lonely trot through the wasteland does help clear my head, help make me less angry. I understand why Captain Temboril is doing what she does, I am not that smart of a pony, and might have a bit of an unhealthy obsession with my porn. still, she’s a bitch, and if I ever grow a dick, I’d fuck her raw, and put a baby in her belly. Seriously, who decided that cloning themselves is the better option, I get that she's a clone herself, but break the mold!

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Mission Log 02

Finally made it to the Desparotos camp after getting chased by some other raiders who caught me with my pants down. Not time to turn and fight, just had to run as they came at me with rusty lawn care tools. The Desparotos saw me, and quickly killed the other riders, territorial shit or something, but now I owe them, so they confiscated my gear as collateral. It's nice to know their not going to just keep my shit, but I don't like the idea of trotting around nude everywhere, at least let me keep my underwear.

From what Rattle left as notes, and what I could see, though called a raider band, their more what's known as gangers. Unlike most gangers, they don't hold onto territory, choosing to be nomadic, and demanding tribute from any local groups in the area that they settle in. If a group does not pay, then the Desparotos will raid them.

Well after some waiting, and doing some shit work for them, I finally got permission to meet their boss.

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Mission Log 03

Their boss, was actually an underboss, in charge of this "smaller" group of Desparotos, and they plan on leaving soon to join up with their main group. The underboss was a ghoul decked out in spiked leather, like some of the raiders I'd seen, but more ornate, and clean. We got to talking, and he did know of this Blue Sky group Glock had mentioned. Unfortunately he was "honor bound" to not share such information to outsiders.

I thought about trying to flirt with the ghoul, but I didn't even know if he still had a cock, that and he was a ghoul. My currently low standards was not that low.

Fortunately, it seems that there's a way for me to be "inducted" into the gang, and with such, no longer be an outsider. Only problem, it's called a "beat in" and like it sounds, it required me enduring the gangers kicking my shit in for a few minutes. Knowing that I likely would snap like a twig, I negotiated with the underboss for something similar, but not as violent. He agreed.

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The sun hung high in the air as I was escorted into the center of the Desparotos camp. Ponies of the Desparotos had gathered around a shotty looking arena curcal, made from old plywood held together with rope, they clearly masters of architecture.

In the center was a tall and muscular mare covered in scars, tattoos, and pricings. She looked like the meanest pincushion I had ever seen.

As I entered the arena, an equally tall, and somewhat fat unicorn stallion trotted in between us, holding a large cone in his magic, of which he yelled out of. "Fillies, gentlecolts, but more importantly my brothers and sisters. We have a rare event for you all to act as witness!" His voice was deep, and somewhat gravely. "Now every few moons we get a pony who thinks their tough enough to ride with us, and so we invoke the right of the beat-in, a test to see how tough they truly are. Now some pass, others die, and a few leave in shame, but today is not a beat-in, even though she is here to join us as our new sister! No, today we are invoking an older right, one that dates back to the first riders, from before equestria burned in hellfire, we invoke the right of the mud grapple!"

Everypony cheered, stomping their hooves as others pulled an old and tattered hose. The fat stallion quickly trotted off as water shot out from the hose, spraying the ground at my hooves, it quickly becoming mud.

From the sideline, the fat stallion shouted once more. "Coming from lands unknown, and looking to become part of our family, we have the Orthrus scout, Sizzle Cymbal!" The crowd was a mix of low cheering, and snickering. "This mare will be facing a campion of our family, crusher of our enemies, breaker of rivals, and a mare too wild to be tamed by any stallion, It's Sarsaparilla Sunshine." The crowd went wild, hooting and hollering.

Sarsaparilla took a step forward, mud splashing up her hooves. "You better last long enough for me to have fun." She licked her lips as she spoke with a husky voice. "I love breaking the new mares, making them sing before making them cry."

That got a chuckle out of me. "Sorry, you remind me of my ex-girlfriend, but less butch, and probably more gental in bed." That got Sarsaparilla to glare daggers at me.

"Before the right starts, I must go over the rules." The fat stallion announced. "The match is over once a pony leaves the ring, taps out, or passes out. That is all, now put on a good show!"

"Wait, that's it?" I yelled, "No illegal moves or something?"

The crowd laughed, and the fat stallion responded. "The wasteland doesn't care, and your not family, yet, so all that matters is that you survive."

"It's why most ponies choose a beat-in." Sarsaparilla spoke up, "because here, if I decide to, I can beat you down, and tie you up to a post. From there I can invite the family to take turns fucking your ass."

I nodded in conformation. "Can I pick that option?"

Sarsaparilla took a step back baffled before a gunshot went into the air, announcing the start of the fight. The larger mare quickly regains her composure, and charged, slashing mud in my direction.

She was fast, and before I could even try and defend myself, I was knocked over into the mud. Feeling a heavy weight on me, I looked to see Sarsaparilla straddling me, giving a hard hit to my gut. I responded in kind, but her stomach was like a fucking rock, and I likely hurt my hoof more then I hurt her. "I'm going to make you feel like a cheap whore that you are!" She said, slapping my face.

She was heavy, but not very stable, like a thug who only knew how to throw their weight around. My security training kicking in, I stretched my back legs up, and under her forelegs, Sarsaparilla's eyes widen in shock as I slammed her backwards into the mud, and myself up out of it.

With her ass in the air, I was now payback for her hit and slap. "This cheap whores going to teach you a lesson in humiliation." Pulling the stunned mare's legs apart, her cunt fully visible to everypony, I gave it a lick. Sarsaparilla quivered for a moment, and the crowd cheered loudly. When I went in for a second tongue lash, her legs clamped down on my head, hard, and we began to lift up.

I don't know why I was surprised, but she managed to lifted both herself and I with just her forelegs. Holding on, I was again slammed onto my back and into the mud, but now with her sitting on my face. "If you want to eat pussy bitch, then have at it!"

At first I felt a little humiliated as she smeared her pussy juice onto my face, but then I figured I could turn this on her. So when the cunt lowered her cunt onto my face, I dove in, my tongue reaching deep, and caressing her sensitive part on its way out. Sarsaparilla quivered for a moment, giving me the opportunity to whip her pussy a second time. She let out a moan.

Before I could go in for a third tounglash Sarsaparilla broke off, and gave me some space to get up. Though she was covered in mud, I could tell her face was flushed. "What's wrong, big strong mare got a soft spot?" I said mockingly.

The crowd burst into laughter, causing Sarsaparilla to blush even more. Her embarrassment quickly turning to anger. "Have it that way bitch, I'll bury you right here in the mud."

Glaring daggers at me, Sarsaparilla charged, but this time I was ready, and activated my S.A.T.S. Time then slowed down, giving me a good view of the dirty mare as she was jumping at me for a tackle. I selected to give her a good buck, and my body, following the combat script, quickly turned and gave her a solid two hooved kick… of which sunk my four legs into the mud.

Sarsaparilla rolled over me, splashing mud all around. Getting up, a hoof connected with my face, and as I hit the mud, I felt a tug on my leg. Before I knew it, I was hoisted into the air, spun around, and tossed like last week's garbage.

The crowd roared with excitement, and before I could get my ass up, Sarsaparilla came down on me like a stack of brick, knocking the wind out of me. "You got a fire, I'll admit that, but it's time I show you your place in the family!" Sarsaparilla spoke as she lifted me up by the waist, the crowd getting even more excited.

*Slap!*

A heavy hoof strike connected to my cunt. It hurt, hurt a lot, but also felt good.

I tried to struggle, but I couldn't muster the energy, everything hurt too much.

*Slap!*

Again she spanked me. "Your a dirty bitch, and I will break you!" Sarsaparilla shouted.

*Slap*

I let out a moan from the pain, and then again as she spanked me over and over, I lost count before she let me go, and kicked me onto my back.

My legs were opened up, and I felt pressure on my abused pussy, then grinding. Looking over, Sarsaparilla was grinding me, her eyes locked onto my own. "Now submit yourself as my bitch!" She told me. I bit my tongue, and she responded by grinding me even harder, forcing a moan out of me. "Submit!" She shouted.

"I…" another moan escaped my muscles. "I submit!" I shouted, and she went in for one more grind before getting off me.

The crowed when wild in cheers as the voice of the fat stallion returned. "There you have it, Sarsaparilla Sunshine is the winner, but lets have it for our new sister for giving us such a show!" The crowded again cheered. "Now if there's anypony who wants try their hooves at mud wrestling, don't be afraid to jump in, just let the mares here out first!"

I felt a few strong hooved lift me up and drag me out of the ring as my vision faded.

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Mission Log 04

Talk about feeling sore, I even got a fucking black eye. Fortunately the Desparotos let me have some of their chems after, so I was flying high for a few hours as I recovered. They also gave me a leather vest as a token of me now being part of their gang, which also meant I got to have the rest of my shit back, so yay.

Unfortunately, for the rest of the day I was in fact, Sarsaparilla's bitch. She had me clean her motorcycle, wash her clothes, bathe her, and put on a live bondage porno for her… that last one was actually fun. When the day was over, I gave her some milk, and she had me put my tongue to use pleasuring her until she passed out, where I then became a live hug pillow for her.

Overall could have been worse, far less abusive then my ex-marefriend.

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Mission Log 05

Met with the Underboss, and now that "I'm part of the gangers" I now can be told about what's going on. As it turns out, Blue Skies has hired the Desparotos to move product around, mostly chems, as well as to protect Blue Skies interests. All nothing to get up and hooves over, and no reason for them to hate Orthrus. Well, it turns out that some of that product are slaves, something a lot of factions in the wasteland are opposed to. Also, it turns out that protecting Blue Skies interests also means killing off any competition, thus a lot of smaller merchant groups have up and vanished over the last year.

I was also given information of a hidden warehouse Blue Skies is using to store the drugs and slaves, to be disrupted later. The place would also hold contracts and other trade deals, as maps to other hidden warehouses.

So ya, with this information Orthrus would have no hard feelings with wiping Blue Skies off the map.

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Mission Log 06

On my way back to base, returning to the lonely wasteland. The Desparotos were kind enough to give me some rations for the trip, including some extra chems to make my trip more enjoyable. Did run into more raiders, but this time I had the drop on them, and put them out of my misery.

Actually there seemed to be more raiders then when I last passed through… probably should not have taken some of those chems earlier, things are already getting fuzzy in an odd way… woo whoo!

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Chapter Seven, End

Chapter 08, Raiding the Raiders.

Chapter 08, Raiding the Raiders.

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Mission Log 07

So…Chems are bad… fun too, but waking up in a raider pony pile was not even close to what I thought I’d wake up to after the binge ended. And fuck does my head hurt.

From what I could scrounge up, while I was high as fuck, I wandered into a raider camp, who the raiders their also happend to be high as fuck, and we ended up excanging chems, and got higher. Don’t know exactly what happened after that, just that that we ended up having such a good time, they took me back to their main base. I have to ausme I fucked at least one of the dirty looking raiders, so I have to live with that. Fortunately, I’ve already been accepted into their group, so I can at least wander around, and find a way out of this littoral shithole before one of them changes their minds, and throws me in a cage.

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Mission Log 08

Hehehehe… Skull Nails warned me that the Dash will give me the jitters, but still, fucking great high! It didn’t help with my dry mouth, but it did get me to stop scratching myself. I think he didn’t want me to ruin my face like some of the other mares here, all scabbed up and shit. So ya, Chems are bad.

All that aside, my security training kept kicking in, almost got my teeth kicked in when I asked the wrong question. Lucky the raider was too high, and missed me, but I did manage to get some info out of the asshole. The way out is blocked off, and heavily guarded, so unless I join a raiding party, their not letting me out. Second, what actualy saved my ass from the rape room was my Desparotos vest, turns out the raiders get all their chems from the gangers, so their not going to fuck with me as long as I don’t do anything stupid. Lucky me. Lastly, part of how they afford the drugs, is that they capture and sell ponies, meaning that this group is likely connected to Blue Skies.

After some searching, I did find the slave pen, and it made my stomach churn. The conditions were beyond cruel, and their treatment even worse. I still need to get back to base, but to leave them here, I don’t think I can do that.

Looking around, I did find a back exit, blocked, but nothing a few explosives can't fix, and the raiders had lots of explosives just lying around all over the place.

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Mission Log 09

Took some dealing, but I managed to get guard duty for the slaves, and just had to fuck the other guard until he went to sleep. With some private time, I managed to talk with some of the slaves, and let them know I was planning to help them. The main problem would be getting them out of the cages without alarming every raider in the building. Then after that, keeping the slaves from getting killed as they made their way out. Also just getting out of this place.

Fortunately, some of the slaves were in good enough condition that if I got them some guns, they could defend themselves. Also Sleuth could unlock the cages for them, so that's not an issue. The main thing is to keep the raiders distracted long enough for the slaves get free, arm themselves, and break out of the back exit.

A battered mare told me about how the raiders like to pick a pony, and have them put on a show, pole dancing kind of thing. It’s all about humiliation, and no matter how well a pony does, they are beaten and raped. Most of the raiders join in to watch or take part, so if an escape were to happen, it will be then.

This gave me a wicked idea, but it would take a far part of a day to set up. I let them know of my plan, and when they should move, my job in this would be as the distraction. Now to gather some guns, bullets, and most importantly, lots of explosives.

The climax I will get from this will be quite the bange.

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Other than a few of the raiders getting paranoid, fixed by giving them some chems to chill out, everything was set. I looked out onto the stage as the raiders trickled in, drunk, high, and horny. Unknown to them, I had rigged the room with explosives, all far enough from me that I should be safe, but not for any raider near the doors. I had everything on a remote trigger, the assholes had all the materials I needed to make bombs, and I had my ability to produce raw magic, and my cybernetics.

This was going to be fun.

As more raiders came in, their chatter became louder, quickly becoming impatient. I had promised them a show, and I was going to deliver. Stepping out, I had thrown together some spiky bondage gear that was tightly strapped onto me. Spiked belts, studded belts and a spiked collar. I had even gotten a few more peringes while I had been high, so my lip, ears, and cunt were also decorated in spikes. I dared not look at myself in the mirror.

The crowed of raiders on the other hoof seemed to enjoy the look, yelling vugarities of how they would like to fuck me raw. It would be flattering if the few teeth he had weren't bright yellow.

Chugging some nasty bottle of booze, I toast it at a fucked up looking radio, and it began playing locale mess of music. It was heavy on the bass, with the rest supporting it in some chaotic fashion. I then strutted to the center of the stage, nuzzling the stripper pole. Eyeing the crowd, I lifted myself up, and shook my plot at them. "I know you all want peace, but do enjoy the show first." Wiping my tail up, they got a good view of my cunt, a few if the raiders were already slowly stroking themselves, their cocks becoming hard.

Hooking a hoof around the pole, I strataled it, my cunt rubbing on it as I spun around, arching my back low. Another rotation, and I now hung on by one back leg, reaching out. Some of the raiders now getting in closer.

Pulling myself up, with one more rotation, I gave them all a good view of my cunt once more as I slowly came to a stop. Planting both back hooves on the ground, I started shaking my rear, enticing them to come closer.

It of course, was not enough, even with dicks out. Luckily, among the ponies who had come up closer, there was a raider mare, though she had seen better days, she was not in the worst condition. Inviting her on stage, she gladly jumped on, her diakated, bloodshot, yellow eyes told me that she was high out of her mind right now.

The mare quickly strattaled the pole, like it was a cock needing lubrication, so I slapped her on the ass, and dogged a back hoof from her. She spun around, and fell. Not caring about her health, I straddled her, and pulled out some dash she had around her neck, inhaling the chem.

Everything slowed down as I grinded the mare, her head leaning off the stage, some stallion already shoving his cock down her throat. It didn't take long before the raiders to start cumming onto the stage, and all over the raider mare. Once the raider scrubbing the mairs throat with his dick was done, I kicked the mare off stage, and began grinding on the pole, inviting more of them to the stage.

The raiders began fighting to get onto the stage as I kept my distances up on the pole so to not get dragged down. When one finally did get on stage, some raider with half his face burnt off, I wrapped my back legs over his face, shoving my cunt into his muscles. The stallion got to work, licking me as I lowered myself, forcing his own head to the ground, which seemed to be an invitation to another raider, as the burnt stallion got a dick up his ass. He struggled, but I held him in place, letting it happen.

Another stallion had jumped onto the stage, slapping my face with his studded flared cock. Letting go of the burnt stallion, I proceeded to survive the large studded cock, but the stallion impatiently shoved my head into him. The metal studs rubbing on my collar, I continued to deepthroat the raider, the putrid smell of his unwashed body threatening to make me puke.

I felt another cock on my asshole, the cock going in dry, and felt something tear inside. The raider the began pumping himself into me, and it hurt.

The studded cock raider pulled out and shot my face with his jizz, it more then what a pony should produce with one ejaculation. Letting me go, my face hit the cum soaked ground, giving me a good look at the room, it having turned into a chen fueled orgy, with a few more raiders joining in.

The raider in my ass then pulled me back, and lifting me up, where the studded cock raider, who was still hard, then shoved his said studded cock into my cunt. Other raiders then joined us on stage, one shoving his dick in my mouth as the others masterbated at my face. In a short time I was getting covered in cum as they took turns, both on me, and on each other.

With another load pumped into me, the raiders finally let me go, and I rolled off stage, landing next to the mare I had grinded, she now getting spitroasted.

A lage stallion stumbled towards me, dick hard, and a needle in a leg. He was perfect. Inviting him over, he shoved his dick at me, mouth foaming… fuck I think he was ODing, not that I cared, and began stroking his cock. Chemed out of his mind, he played his four legs on the stage, and I let myself up to take his cock in my pussy.

He was slightly flaccid, and had no strength in his thrust, but as a meat shield he was about to do his job.

Tapping my pipbuck, I armed the bombs as the stallion went deep into me, pumping his hot jizz, and letting it leak onto the already stained floor.

Then with a pop, my hearing blew out…

The stallion fell over, a piece of shrapnel in the back of his head. The room itself was a smoky mess, the dust making it hard to see, but I could make out that the damage was done, dead raiders were all over the room, and many of the ones who were alive, they were badly hurt.

Pushing the raider off me, I climbed back on stage, and made my way to the back, throwing off the spiked belts. Running to a bag I had set aside, I took a healing potion, as poured a bit in my ears before chugging the rest.

Slowly, my hearing return, and with it the wailing of ponies in pain.

*BANG!*

"What the fuck!" A very angry voice shouted. "Some pony is responsible for this, spred out, find them, and fuck them untill their dead!"

I had a good feeling that this might happen, and had my Lathanos rifle ready, so after making sure it was loaded and charged, I peeked out onto the stage. Their were five raiders, all armed, armored, and ready for a fight. One looked up to see me aiming my rifle, and as he yelled, I fired. One bolt through his midsection.

Right as the raider hit the ground did the other four fired back at me. Lead flew wild around me, their aim was terrible, but only one bullet needed to hit me to end me. Rolling, I got a second in my sight, and sent another bolt straight into the center mass. The other three charged, quickly closing in the distance. A bit panicked, I fired twice in quick succession, missing one shot, but the second connecting with a raiders neck.

One jumped onto the stage, over their mangled companions, and right at me. Entering S.A.T.S. time slowed down, and it gave me a good shot at their face. In slow motion, the bolt left my rifle, connected with, and passed through the raiders skull, the raider simply falling over.

"Got ya bitch!" The last raider shouted, as I wiped my rifle around, only to get kicked in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. "I'm going to have fun with you before getting you, and then fucking your corps." He stomped coser, his hoof landing on my rifle, preventing me from using it. "Now open up those legs yo bitch ass whore!"

*Zap!*

The raider fell over twitching. Behind him was Sleuth, my drone having returned after freeing the slaves.

Looking down at the stunned raider, I pointed my rifle at his head, pulling the trigger, and putting him out of this worlds misery.

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Mission Log 10

My plan both worked better, and worse than I had hoped. The raiders were confused and crippled, well the ones inside their base, not so much for the ones outside. By the time I had regrouped with the slaves, several had already been killed by the raiders, and the few who could fight we're barely holding the raiders off.

Still, I was able to get the surviving slaves away from the raiders, though it's going to be slow going on the way back to Orthrus. Most of the adults ponies are weak, the abuse by the raiders being quite severe. There are also several foals, two of them being just babies.

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Mission Log 11

The raiders had not given up on chasing us, and in an ambush we lost a few more ponies in their attack. But I think the raider numbers have finally dwindled down enough that they can no longer afford to keep up their attack. Unfortunately, one of the ponies lost was a pregnant mare who had been nursing the two babies. Strang that being a bit off in the head right now has become useful, and I took over the role of nursing two babies.

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Mission Log 12

From bad to worse, we haven't seen the raiders for over a day, but talons have been spotted. Careful not to get spotted, Sleuth managed to get a good look at them, and among the griffins was a pissed off looking Glock.

The bitch was back, as I had a good feeling that she wants revenge.

Fuck my life.

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Chapter Eight, End.

Chapter 09, Domination Play.

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Mission Log 13

Moving a group of week and hungry ponies turned out to be even harder when trying to avoid griffins, go figure. The hardest part is keeping the foals quiet, mainly the younger ones, whom can't trot on their own. It's only made harder that I'm also playing nurse made for them, so I can't go too far ahead in case they get hungry, but the good news about that is that the two babies are looking much healthier, they clearly not getting properly fed before.

As for the other ponies, they are barely holding themselves together, with little time to just stop and rest, I wouldn't be surprised if some of them simply fall over dead at any moment.

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Mission Log 14

Storms and detours! Glock knows exactly where we're heading, and have left her lackys ahead of us, forcing me to take the group the long way around through some ruins. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise as another storm set in, and the ruins provided plenty of shelter for us.

Of course the place we picked already has some wastelanders hold up inside. Some sort of militant techno cult, most in red robes, but one has a full functioning set of power armor, so color me impressed. They call themselves Steel Rangers, so likely descendants of Equestria armored military, maybe. Unforntally they are uninterested in helping us, and attempted to take my advanced sensory goggles, as it is considered "ancestral tech" or some shit, and needs to be preserved from wasteland savages! Of course I corrected them, informing them that in fact, they were the wasteland savages.

Long story short, we had a shouting match, guns drawn, and one of their superiors, a scribe, came in to calm things down. They decided to let us stay as long as the scribes got to take a look at my tech.

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Mission Log 15

The griffins were all over this Celestia forsaken place! Maybe pushing us into the ruins were their plan all along, or just a logical conclusion to where we must be, I don't know, but if the group moves out with them here, then their dead. The best strategy I could come up with is to go for the head, capture or kill Glock. Then the rest of the catbirds should scatter, or at least become less coordinated.

I practically had to rip my gear out of the scribes hooves, even though the tech was useless to non mirage ponies, unless you want to hull around several spark batteries, they were still dead set on figuring it all out. I think it's because of my gear relying on my magic to even be used that they didn't put up more of a fight. Even as tecnophile as they are, my Orthrus tech comes off more magic then arcano tech to them, and not as important as some over designed toaster.

All said and done, it was time I went catbird hunting. Silence talasman "check" magic armor talasman "check" drone, guns, and high tech goggles "check"

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Sleuth kept its distance, keeping high and behind Glock. It took some time, but I managed to locate her, and track her movements, unfortunately I didn't have the time to follow her all day, so I had to make a guess to when she would be the most vulnerable.

Having an invisible eye in the sky, goggles that can practically see through walls, and a talasman that made me as silent as a mouse, keeping undetected was not too hard, having a few close calls. My moment soon came when Glock finally sent her goons away, and flew off into a nearby building. Likely to relieve herself, so I didn't have all that much time to catch her off guard. So I put Sleuth on watchout, and went inside.

The building itself was like everything else in the ruins, a mix of mold and rust, making me wish I had brought my gas mask, asbestos was a common flame retardant back during the great war, and I was sure that toxic crap was in all the dust. Creeping up the stairs, I fortunately managed to avoid stepping on all the loose floorboards as I kept my eyes on Glocks signature.

A door away, I could hear heavy breathing coming from Glock. Slowly I entered, the griffons back to me, her wings flared out, and… was hanged by her neck with a rope!?

She then moaned, and I knew what was going on, the bitch was practising auto acistiarion while masterbating. I don't know how dumb this bitch was, I had seen a few ponies die form doing that in my time as security. It at least looked like she knew the danger, and had the other end of the rope wrapped around her free claw, so if she did pass out, her limp body would free her. So I figured I might as well enjoy the show, and get a short video out of it.

As I slowly trotted around, recording with my cyber eye, Glock was too busy choking herself out to see me at first. Her eyes rolling back as she shoved a dildo in and out of her cunt, leaking vaginal fluids onto the ground… wait, the bitch was using the dildo I had to leave behind when I ditched her town… maybe I should have some extra fun before taking her back.

Glock let out another moan, her body relaxing as more fluid leaked from her cunt. Looking down, her eyes finally fell onto me, and went wide in shock. I watched through her eyes as she slowly began to register what was going on, and began to stop pleasuring herself. "No, no, keep fucking yourself, I am enjoing the show." I said as I pointed my rifle at her.

She let out a gurgled squak, the rope around her neck preventing her from talking. I fired my rifle, the bolt grazing her back leg, making no sound. Her eyes quivered, coming to understand her situation. I'd feel guilty, but the bitch did set up a gang rape for me, so she had this coming.

Slowly, she began masterbating with the dildo again, her eyes concentrated on me, her face forming a pained scowl. Bitch was angry now, an anger that push her to pump the dildo at a more furious speed. Her legs twitch, her eyes rolled back, and with a gurgling moan, she went limp. The rope around her free claw loosen, and she dropped to the floor.

Fuck, despite how messed up that was, that got me wet…

With Glock out cold, but still breathing, I quickly looked around, finding Glocks gear, all nicely discarded into a corner. Armor, several pistols, some rations, ammo, and jackpot, a few more sex toys… and bondage gear for a pony… me think the bitch wanted me for a round two.

Not to let a good opportunity down, and still wet, I figured that I might as well have fun with it. Taking the bondage gear, I tightly put Glock inside, it likely even less comfortable on a griffon then on a pony, but it had the added bonus of a ball gag. Next I found a less than friendly strapon among the sex toys, it had an oversized cock with metal studs, so I unzipped my jumpsuit, and strapped it on.

Glock sturred, waking to find herself ass up in her own bondage gear. She growled as she looked back at me, only to see the strap on aimed at her cunt. "I love the gift, but I think it looks so much better on you." I smiled before thrusting. She let out a guttural cry, muffled by the ballgag.

I didn't stop, going in deep, and with each thrust, she would struggle less. After a few more thrusts, Glock stated to move her own hips with mine, drool seeping from her beek, and her eyes rolling back. Before long, Glock was moaning loudly, her body having gone limp, with the occasional twitch.

I myself had ran out of breath, and finally pulled out, giving me a good view of her abused pussy.

"I thought this might happen." A husky voice spoke up from behind me, and I whipped around in surprise to see the heavily scarred griffin who had let me escape from my last encounter with Glock. "She's too much like her grandfather, but without the sense to keep work and pleasure separate." He walked passed me, and Glock, checking her eyes. "And a drug addict to add to the problems."

I looked over to see what was wrong with her eyes, and saw that under the lids, the whites of her eyes were turning blue. "The fuck?"

"They call it cruelitea, some sort of new chem that brewed as a tea." He then walked over to Glocks gear, pulling out a canteen, and dumped blue liquid onto the ground. "Creatures who drink this shit temporarily become sharper, respond faster, and think with a clearer mind. It also has the benefit of making the body more sensitive, bad when taking a hit, but great when getting fucked, as you can see… but once the effects fade, you become sluggish, foggy mind, numb, and worst, susceptible to suggestion."

"So, are you here to take her back then?" I asked, getting my rifle ready.

He cracked a smile. "Asked me that last year, then I'd begrudgingly say yes. I mean she is… was my wife."

That caught me off guard. "Was?"

A dark laugh came from him. "After the last time she used that shit, I got her to sign the devorce contract while she was still out of it. Now I just need her to disappear for awhile while I rework the contracts my company are under. Blue Skies are nothing but trouble, and I want my Talons out of it."

I looked down at the bitch slut. "Why not just shoot her?"

The griffon walked up to me. "Death too good for that cheating bitch, and her family still holds a lot of power in the company, so why not have her captured while she was on a drug binge, make her the shame she is." He stroked the side of my head with his talon. "Can your group can do that for me?"

"That… was my plan." I told him. "What's your name?"

"Garand." He told me before kissing me, our tongues sliding into each other.

I was lifted up onto my back legs as he detached the strapon off me, Garands cock taking its place pressing on my pussy. Pulling me in closer with his claw on my flank, his cock slid into my wet and waiting cunt. Garand filled my inside with his meat, it bulging slightly on my belly. With another claw under my fore leg, he held me up as he began thrusting his hips, the griffin dick rubbing my insides.

It took only a minute of heavy breathing until he ejaculated inside of me, its warmth was what I needed. Pulling out, the cum dripped out onto Glocks unconscious body, where I sat on her, and began stroking Garand's member. He grunted as he shot out more cum, it falling onto Glock.

He softened but for a moment before I took his cock again, stroking it more vigorously, pointing it at my face, mouth opened. Once more he his cum shot out, it landing across my face, some entering my mouth.

Garand sat back, cock flaccid. "Thanks for that, not once did the bitch ever fuck me since we got married. Just sent me out on difficult contracts, hoping I'd die."

Still sitting on Glock, I slapped her flank. "You seemed quite experienced to never have been touched by your ex-wife?"

"Started a family outside the talon company with a gunsmiths daughter." He said. "She's got lots of pent up energy, and lets it out in bed."

"Nice" I scratched back, and got off Glock. "Well if you two are ever interested, I'd love to have a threesome, I mean, you got to share that cock around, no fair that only one pussy gets pounded by it."

He got up, smile on the corner of his beak. "I'll consider it, but in the meantime, you get that bitch out of my sight, and I'll send the Talons elsewhere."

I gave him a salute, and he did the same back.

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Mission Log 16

Mixed blessings, though the fucking rain was cold, it also washed off all the mess that was on me and Glock, so when I got back, the only pressing question was why she was in bondage geat, and prybars. I decided to not comment on that, and let them know that the Talons would soon be fucking off elsewhere.

The two youngest foals were glad to see me, their crying stopping when I got near. Luckily I shouldn't have to separate from my babies for too long now.

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Mission Log 17

The storm finally passed, and no sign of a griffin could be found, other then a very unhappy Glock. So we put hoof to ground, and got the fuck out of the ruins. Strangely enough, the Steel Rangers decided to follow me, something, something, arcano technology. Still, it's good to have a pony in power armor, and two heavy guns watching our flank.

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Mission Log 18

Another raider ambush, but no casualties this time, the Steel Rangers made short work of them. One raider quite literally exploded into a bloody cloud.

The short fight attracted the attention of two scouts in the area, it was good to see other mirage ponies after the week I had. They were not sure about the Steel Rangers, or the escaped slaves, but because they didn't pose a major threat, we got an escort back to base.

Not having to keep my head on a swivel actually allowed me to enjoy the beauty of this place… well as beautiful as a wasteland can get.

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Chapter Nine, End.

Chapter 10, The Perfect Fit

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Personal Logs 01

No respect, none at all!

First thing they do after extracting the information from my pipbuck cybernetic is throw me into quarantine again. At least I got a solid bed, well a hard cot, but better than what I’ve been sleeping for the last week. And food too, oh how the fuck do ponies live on 200 year old rations, even the garbage they issue for us is far better then what the wastlanders eat everyday.

Rattle paid me a visit while I was locked up, and let me know that they had found the hellhound Snuffles. They had the poor dog in quarantine as well, but we're making sure he was well cared for. She also mentioned that if he wanted, he could easily rip his way out, so it was more like he was quarantining himself. Still, it shouldn't take long for the techs to devise a cure.

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Personal Logs 02

After a day, I was finally released, and fuck, the base is getting bussier. Not only have Orthrus sent more ponies over to help secure the base, and provide security for a nearby colony, but there were more wastelanders wandering about like this was some sort of trade show.

The Steel Rangers were off with our techs, nerds think alike I guess, I was told that they were quite shocked when they saw our airship stop by for a dropoff. There was an enclave group that flew down from up north, Spectim Federation I think they called themselves. They were mainly here for political dealings, but they were also very interested in finding out what happened to New Cloudsdale, the cloud city that parked itself on our Islands. We also had a few stable dwellers that got the shock of their lives when a scout up and opened their stable, as we have the master code for the stables in Equestria. Well because of that, these reclusive stable dwellers have to deal with us, as they can't just lock us out.

All that aside, I went to look for the foals I rescued, and found them at an impromptu orphanage at the new colony. The civilians were being paid well to look after all the foals inside, so I was not worried about them being mistreated, but I spent the rest of the day playing with them.

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Personal Logs 03

Finally got to talk to the captain, whom seemed to have gotten a bit worse from when we last met. I asked about it, and she just mumbled about here being more susceptible to magical ailments. It was a little funny seeing her be stoic as her face was flushed the whole time we talked. I offered to help with her condition, but she turned the option for fun down, she had tons of paperwork to do.

As for the info I retrieved, the captain had already sent out scouts to locate the warehouse, and is currently signing documents to prepare for a raid of the place once the scouts return. So ya, lots of paperwork.

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Rattle looked me up and down like I was a dumb fuck pony. "You're wearing that?" She shook her head.

"You said comfortable, but sexy, this is clearly both." I explained, I had my nughty nightwear on, spiked dog collar, black thigh high socks, and some nice blak heels. It all help make my flank loom nice and plump.

"You look like a slut off to sell one bit blowjobs" She swung a hoof back to frame herself, she in a little black dress, nothing covering her prosthetics. "I at least look like a high class escort."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever bitch, let's just get inside, I want to dance."

We turned to enter a recently constructed nightclub, how or why, nopony cared, we were just glad that there was some fun place to go at night. The neon sign featuring a bunny rabbit clued us into who had the place built, that and the mares in sexy bunny suits serving drinks.

It was built into a defunct subway system, the tunnels were collapsed, so only the small station was usable, and fuck did the ponies here make use of it. They had dancers in cages hung above, a stage with a spot for a stripper pole, a fully stocked bar, and off in a dimmer lit part of the station was several private booths. This place was clearly expecting the colony to grow a lot, but right now its main clients were off duty Orthrus troops and scouts.

The heavy bass of the music pounded with a fun beat, far from that noise for noise's sake of the raiders, the pulsing sound waves tingling up my spine. Rattle and I joined the dance floor, pushing our way into the crowd of ponies, and some other creatures. It was not a huge group like club three had back home, but seeing a deer with glowing paint covering his antlers made it worth coming, though everypony gave him a wide berth to avoid said antlers.

After shaking our legs for the hole song, we took some shots of rum, fucking hate the pirates Orthrus had a truce with, but they made some fucking good rum. Buzzed we returned to the dance floor, enjoying the good vibrations. Strange, probably just seeing things, but for a moment I thought I saw a red glowing crab like pony covered in rainbow colored glowing paint, no pony seemed to notice it, so I decided to ignore it as well.

More dancing, more shot, and I lost track of time, and of Rattle. I also had some stallion rub up against me a bit aggressively, he was good looking, so I didn't care and rubbed back. When the music faded, I went to the bar for another shot, and one for the stallion, he took it like a trooper, and then pointed over at the privacy booths. I needed a good fuck, so I smiled, and trotted over with him.

He didn't waste time, pushing me into the booth table, and kissing the back of my neck. I respected by pulling off my panties from my non-cybernetic leg and then lifting it up. As he nibbled on my ear I could feel his dick grind on my pussy, flesh rubbing on flesh, it makes me wet in anticipation.

The moment came, and the stallion cock slowly entered me, his thrusts matching the beat of the music, as were my hips.

“There you are…” Rattle trotted into the booth with a bottle of rum balancing on her head. “Already, and whos that?”

“Don’t know, you want to join in?” I asked her.

Rattle shrugged, and put the rum onto the table. “Ya, why the fuck not.”

I felt the warmth of the stallions jizz fill me inside as he grunted his orgasim. Sliding off, I sat down in the booth, watching Rattle inspect the stallion. She then raised an eyebrow and sighed. Confused, I asked “What's the matter?”

“It’s a nice cock, but well, it’s too smooth, like a dildo.” She looked up at the stallion and shook her head. “Seriously, if your getting plastic surgery for a sex change, maybe ask for them to give it a bigger and ribbed dick, or just opped for a cybernetic dick.” I looked down, and she was kind of right, after the dicks I had seen, this one did indeed look a bit artificial.

The stallion huffed, and rolled his eyes before being engulfed in a silver flame, the form of the stallion burnt away to reveal a brownish bug like pony with large moth like wings, fizz around its neck, and from behind its ears were to feather like antenna. We both stood in shock at the sight of the Moth Pony Changeling, though I had heard rumors, I’ve never actually seen one before. “I’m new at this, so sue me.” the changeling said as he sat back on the booth and pouted.

Rattle scratched her chin, and a slow smile formed on her face. “Hay Sizzle, you still got all those trophy photos you’ve been collecting right?” she asked with an evil tone in her voice.

“Ya, why… Oh not a bad idea” catching on, I immediately dove into my pipbuck, and pulled up different photos of dicks up against my face, each after I had given a blow job. “Mister changeling, can you coppie any of theas?”

He looked over to see the photos, and I could see him blush as I cycled through them, where he then nodded. Rattle and I then began pointing out aspects we like in the dicks from the photos. Gurth, flare, some accessories, I pointed out a knot would be real fun.

After a moment of thinking, the changeling nodded, and returned to his pony form, but now with a new, fun looking, if a bit odd dick. I leaned in, but Rattle pushed me away, claiming that it was still her turn. She started by taking off her panties, and getting onto the stallions lap to grind on the cock. She moved her hips back and forth for a minute, getting the new cock good and lubricated before lifting herself up. He moved his cock up under her, and she slid down, making an audible wet noise before she let out a pleasure filled moan.

Rattle began pumping her hips like the thirsty bitch she was, her tongue soon flopping out of her mouth as she panted loudly, the music muffling her moans. After a minute of this, she finally let her take the full cock, knot and all, holding onto the stallion as pain and pleasure washed over her face.

I let her stay on him for a moment longer before claiming my turn, already wet again from watching the two. I wanted to try something a bit different, and scooting my backside onto the stallions lap, I gave him a wink as his dick brushed up onto my asshole. He pushed for a moment, and then smiled. Holding onto me, he slowly pushed his slick dick into my ass, his dick was big, but not too big, and I could feel each bump, each ripple of his cock. He eventually stopped at the knot, but I forced myself lower, taking it all in. it made me drool as it hurt so good.

I then began moving my hips, the cock now ravaging my ass, and the stallion looking like he could barely hold on. Clenching my muscles, the stallion let out an exasperated moan, and once more his hot jizz flowed into me.

Pulling out, I let myself take a break, feeling satisfied. A shot glass was pushed to me, Rattle having poured me some rum. “To Success” she said, raising up a shot glass.

I took hold of my glass and raised it as well. “To Success” I said back to her, and we both took a shot.

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Personal Logs 04

The rest of last night was a blur, but it seems that I got thrown out of the club for making a mess or something.

As for the next day, not much had happened as everypony waited for the scouts to return with news of the Blue Skies warehouse. To keep me out of any more trouble, the captain had me run drills with some wasteland recruits we picked up for some damn reason.

Jokes on her, after buttering up some friends, I got to see what had happened to Glock. The griffin bitch was ruffled up from her interrogation, and had remained tight beaked. I made a suggestion that if they had any of that cruelitea chem on hoof, it might get her to talk, and I may have also made a suggestion to add some of Snuffles musk to the mix.

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Personal Logs 05

So crazy bitch got crazier, not my fault, but fuck did it get her to talk. Glock now has to be put in a strait jacket to keep her from hurting herself by masturbating all the time, the ponies in charge say it may be days before she calms down. I suggested that we turn her into a porn star, they shot that idea down.

I then visited Snuffles, the guards didn't let me in the same room as me. Turns out he's a bit of a scholar of farming, knew a bunch of shit about growing crops that he thought were extinct, to say he was overjoyed to learn that Orthrus had preserved much of agriculture would be an understatement.

After that, I checked on the foals, the two babies definitely missed me, and I missed them.

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Personal Logs 06

Finally the scouts the Captain sent out have returned, and everypony is getting ready to set out for the raid. The operation starts in the morning, so we have some free time.

Lucky me Blindfire swung around, and we had some fun before he had to get back to work. Still don't know which dick is best dick, but getting dicked is my favorite thing. So that all aside, time to get drunk, as tomorrow we are bringing down the hammer of justice!

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Chapter Ten, end.

Chapter 11, A fun but Cruel Joke

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Operation Log 1

The big day is here, and were now getting ready to head out to put Blue Skies out of our misery. From what information was able to fall off the tree, It seems that Blue Skies has been gathering mercenaries and raiders together to form a small army, and were their target. So ya, bad news, and why do they hate us so much?

Well the plan is that were conducting as surgical operation, as they have numbers on us, and if we go in hot, the losses may be too great on our side to consider it a victory. So were sending in spechaly equipt teams to blow up the wherehouse, which should starve their army. My job will be as a spotter for the Captain, who will be observing the situation from above, and acting as a sniper.

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Operation Log 2

So we can’t take a vertibuck as the enemy will then see us coming, meaning on hoof we go. At least we all got stealth talismans to keep us from being spotted, making us like a line of ghosts. There was even a group of raiders that passed by us, only one actually noticed us, but didn’t understand what they had seen, and ran away like a bitch. I asked if I could keep this talismans, but the captain said no, the stingy bitch.

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Operation Log 3

Took a few days, but we arrived at the hidden warehouse, and ya, the place is like a military base. Were all hidden up high on the cliffs, giving us a good view of our target, and luckily the time for the operation to start is soon. Once the sun is low, our ponies will be heading down to place the explosives, and Captain Temboril and I will relocate to a good snipers nest.

Don’t know why, but there's this weird blue vegetation all over the place, just flowering blue vines with hook like thorns. Our best guess is that the plants are used to make any escape or break ins more difficult. Fortunately we're not some simple wasteland savages, so some thorns plants is not going to slow us down.

Still, I got to keep my head on straight, if this operation goes south, I doubt I can fuck my way out of this.

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Climbing down was a bit more treacherous than it was to climb up, as the fucking vinse were far thicker on the wherehouse side then from were we came in from. They did give a good hoof hold, but every now and then Temboril and I would get snagged by the thorns, at least my two cybernetic legs helped keep the scratches to a minimum. Captain Temboril on the other hoof had to power through not having anything to shield her, she could use her big fuckoff railgun to push some of the vines out of the way, but she didn't want to damage it, she wouldn't even let me touch it. So by the time we got into our position, I had been scratch up a little bit, and the captain was chugging a healing potion do to how much she was bleeding.

There were more of the vines around at our position, but not as thick as before, just spread out, creeping along the rocks. The plants creeped me out a bit, though the glowing blue flowers that bloomed on them were nice.

'Get in position' Temboril spoke to me with her telepathy talasman.

'Yes mam' I nodded, and trotted over to the edge, turning off a few stealth talismans to turn on my advanced sensory goggles, and sending a stealth cloaked Sleuth out to get a better view of the area. We had the sun to our backs, so even if one of the enemies guards did look up at where we were, they would be hard pressed to see us passed the glare. I on the other hoof could see everything, practically having a 360 view of the place because of Sleuth.

Guards were all over, no kind of uniform, but most of them had some crude form of armor. There was also a group going through what looked like basic military training. I also caught a glimpse of a trade being completed, blue skies hoofing over slaves and a few crates in exchange of old rusty ammo boxes, and a lot of shitty looking rifles. They were clearly getting ready for a fight, and I relaid this info to the captain.

'Mark targets and routes." The captain ordered as she pulled her railgun out, and began charging it.

The enemy was all over the place, but not to the point that there were no openings. The biggest danger were the tower guards, followed by a few vigilant patrols, then some ponies just mulling around out of sight. As for paths through the poorly thought out camp, there was a lot of places in shadows that a pony could take to get to the wherehouse.

The captain didn't waste time, and began directing the other squads to move, eliminating the dangers ahead of them as I kept an eye out for any changes to were the enemy were moving.

Something sharp then dug into my back right leg, forcing me to remove my goggles, and take a look. I found one of the blue vines wrapped around my leg, the thorns digging into me. 'fuck what!' I said through my telepathy talasman as I pulled out my combat knife and cut myself free.

'Something changed?' The captain asked.

'No, just one of the fucking vines somehow got around my leg, hurt like a bitch.' I looked over at the captain, ready to put my goggles back on… then I saw that the fucking vines were litaraly crawling onto her. 'We might…' I then felt hot, my vision blurred a little.

'Might what?' She asked, firing her railgun. 'Were in the middle of a delicate operation right now!'

'The vines might be magical' I told here right before my jumpsuit then became a little tighter around my hips. Looking down, I found a bulge, and touching it, It sent a pleasurable quiver up my spine. With a sense of dread and worry, I unzipped my jumpsuit all the way down, only to see a fat cock flop out, it attached to me. 'Ya their something magical' I telepathically spoke, feeling both worried, and exited.

'For the love of' The captain whipped around, pulling up her own goggles, and her eyes dropping down to see my new cock. 'This… might be an issue.' One of the vines then wiped out, slapping the captains cheek, drawing blood. Another whipped out, but she managed to dodge it, a third wiped hat her, going for a hoof she moved, but this time she let it hit her. 'Shit, they must be attracted to movement.'

'Then why now?' I asked.

'Likely, it's our stealth talismans, the plants didn't scenes us before we turned them off.' She slowly turned around, getting back into position. 'Just don't move too much, and we'll deal with your new member later.'

My eyes drifted to her backside, through her tight jumpsuit I could see her well toned muscles, the bitch was a true thoroughbred of a pony and… looking at her was making my new cock hard… painfully hard. 'I… don't think I can hold it… together. Fuck… fuck… I want that fucking booty!' I wanted to stop myself, but every thought to controle myself was countered with a strong need to fuck.

I took a step, and a vine lashed out at my cyberleg, fucking thing was trying to cock block me, so I cut it with my knife. 'Sorry captain, but can you open up your legs for me?'

Shimmering with magical energy, the captain rolled over, just dogging a vine, and pointing a suppressor mounted revolver at me. "If I let you give into the urges, you better spot keep for me, understand.'

A moment of clarity washed over me, and I nodded.

'Good, were just going to have to deal with the vines, now get those goggles back on, don't fail me.' She then unzipped her jumpsuit, all the way to her tail, revealing her black panties Rolling over, another vine hit her, but she didn't flinch, her black side open to me.

With my knife, I cut open her panties, and moved to mount her. A vine slashed me, but I coulden't give two fuck, as I was going to fuck the captain!

'Focus!' She ordered, and I whipped my head up, and lowered my goggles down over my eyes. As I spotted an enemy coming close to one of our squads, my new cock caressed the captains pussy. Her railgun fired with a zap, and I thrusted into her, the tightness of her pussy was both pleasurable, and surprising do to her getting just as much dick as I do.

With every thrust a wave of pleasure washed over me, making me go harder, deeper, but I managed to focus on the operation. Even the vines had not broken my focus as they would occasionally slash me. The squads managed to get to the wherehouse, the relief of them safely completing the first half of the operation was followed with an orgasim, it felt so good I nearly passed out from pumping my jizze into the captain. Even she let out a moan.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto her, my cock still in the captain. We stayed like this for a few minutes before she then pushed herself up, causing me to fall onto my back with me still in her. "Hold still, and help me keep my railgun charged!" She spoke out loud as she began to shimmer again. Following her orders, I focused on my magic, pulling at it, and making myself shimmer with raw magic.

From the warehouse an alarm when off, and the captain reloaded her railgun, then started firing it at a more rapid rate than before.

I couldn't help it, and began moving my hips to thrust into her, she also reciprocated, matching my own thrust with her own. My overly sensitive cock just kept ejaculating, as though making cum out my magic, and injecting it into her. The vines themselves had not ignored us, but being free from my spotting duty, I could focus on cutting back on the vines, my pipbuck levitation spell making it easy from my position.

The captain kept firing, holding her railgun steady even as she took my cock again and again. After a few more shots, she lowered her rifle. "Operation successful" as she said those words did a loud explosion go off. Turning around, I got a good look at the captain as she took off her goggles. "Now to finish up here." She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, her belly was starting blout out like mine had when I was with snuffles, and her eyes were glowing a bright blue, much like the vines flowers.

If it was not so hot, Id have been more worried, but right now I wanted to keep fucking her, fucking her hard.

She placed her hooved on my chest, and began moving her hips all the way up my cock, to the tip, and slamming it down to the base. Each time she did, some glowing blue cum would slosh out of her cunt, but each time I would ejaculate again, and her belly would grow a little more. After some time, the captain would finally become exhausted, she looked a lot like a pregnant mare before pulling herself off me. Surprisingly, only a little bit of cum came out of her, as my own cock kept on pumping.

Only then, now that we were no longer fucking, that I noticed that I felt weak, verry weak…

… I was thirsty…

…and hunger…

… and so fucking tiered...

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. . . SIGNAL LOST, SCOUT SIZZLES VITALS CRITICAL. . .

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Captain Temboril Tapiture, Operation Log 8

I was able to stabilize scout Sizzle, and drag her to a less exposed position, and now we must wait for a recovery team to pick us up. The other squads, following my orders, have scattered and gone into hiding until it is safe for them to move out. It may be a few days before any of us can move out, but thanks to Sizzles drone, I can safely see that the enemies already falling into chaos. The destruction of the wherehouse has done as expected, and the small army Blue Skies was forming is now fighting among each other.

I have also taken samples of the strange plant that attacked us, it clearly responsible for Sizzles condition. This would also mean that i have been affected by some sort of spell as well, but as of right now, it is unknown to what has happened to me. My uterus is still full of the blue glowing cum that came from Sizzle, though I was able to get most of it out, and jar'd it as a sample, so to be safe I've set a quarantine signal on my pipbuck, the recovery team should know to put hazmat gear on before picking us up.

As for scout Sizzle, the magically created dick seemed to be draining more than just magic out of her, and might have killed her if she had not passed out. I had to inject a sedative into her to keep her knocked out, otherwise risk her making her situation worse.

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Captain Temboril Tapiture, log 9

The raiders have finally started moving along after two days of them fighting over what was left. Their numbers should soon thin out enough for the recovery team to move in.

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Captain Temboril Tapiture, Operation Log 10

Recover finally came, and were heading back to base by vertibuck, there was a small skirmish by the raider, but they were quickly cut down.

Sizzle is already receiving the care she needs, the mare still delirious, going in and out of consciousness. The recovery team was also surprised to see her dick, and I had to suffer through many dick jokes on our way back.

They were also concerned over me as my stomach was still somewhat bloated, and I clearly did not look, or feel well.

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Captain Temboril Tapiture, Operation Log 10

After a full day of testing, the results are in, and I am not happy.

Good news, the plant that attacked us, its magic are a match to the magic that affects the hellhound snuffles. Also from the information we had gathered from the Talon mercenary Glock, the plant is called Cruel Joke, an offshoot to an even more dangerous plant called Killing Joke. With the plant in our possession, we should be able to devise a cure, though how long that will take is unknown.

Bad news, somehow I'm pregnant, and already too far along for it to be natural. Right now I have triplets on the way. The rate of growth, and the number of them, it's potentially dangerous to my health, and could drain me much like Sizzle was drained. I requested cloning vats to be sent over ASAP, as I cannot let myself become debilitated during this sensitive time.

Also the fact that these are also Sizzles kids is making the situation all the worse, as among any pony I would have a foal with, of which I have no interest in the first place, she is near the bottom.

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Chapter Eleven, End

Chapter 12, Blue Balls and Bad Decisions

Chapter 12, Blue Balls andBbad Decisions

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Personal Logs 1

So spent a week in recover, and a day in shock…

Fuck.

I wanted to have foals of my own, but not as a father, and not with the captain… this is just fucked up.

At least the eggheads managed to devise a medicine to reduse the symtoms of the cruel jokes magic, not enough to get my dick to go away, but at least I'm not trying to fuck anything that moves, not to say that I don't want to use this thing, but being a drooling mess all the time is not fun.

This also means that Snuffles is now free to move around as his musk no longer causes all the mares to go into heat, well not as long as he doesnt cum on them or something like that. So, I got to spend some time with him, just talking, no sexy time, I was banned from that, and had a drone following me around to make sure.

I also when to visit the foal at the orphanage, it was good to see them, though I kept my time brief, the medicine making me too drowsy to keep up with them.

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Personal Logs 2

Without Blue Skies interfering with our business, things have been going smoothly for most of the scouts that head out. For the last few days scouts have been coming and going, each having a fun story to tell. I actually wanted to go out, but do to my condition, I'm stuck doing paperwork.

The captain on the other hoof has been just having a bad time. The cruel joke magic hit her hard, and the medicine the rest of us have been taking has had no effect on her. Her only solution was to have the quickly developing foals removed, and put in cloning vats, odd, but it did work. The vats were also able to halt the foals development, so now there's little risk of them having genetic damage from accelerated growth. Unfortunately she immediately became pregnant again, luckily there's only two foals growing in her, so it's not as big of a danger this time for her. I couldn't help but laugh about it, the mare who plan to not have foals, and clone herself is now a baby factory.

I also got into contact with Rattle, whom was curious about my new dick, but had heard about the captain, and didn't want to ride it, as she didnt want my kids. Fair enough. Still, I was getting the itch, and having random boners, so I asked her if there was any way I could put my cock to use, without getting me in trouble.

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Personal Logs 3

Took most of the day, but Rattle pulled through, unfortunately not something I expected. Turns out that Glock had been set free, and a lot of ponies in the scouting core are pissed about it. The upper brass don't want to stir the pot with the talons, so their just letting her go, even though she is responsible for the death of a lot of scouts. They even detoxed her for fuck sakes.

To make things awkward, she set herself up at the bar in the colony, spending what few caps she has on booze, and looking for work. Rattle suggest we offer her a job as a porn star, I get to fuck her and let off some steam, we make money, no pony will care that its Glock I'm fucking, and she will earn enough caps to fuck off out of our lives. Win, win, win she says.

Don't know if it will work, but if I'm going to stick my dick into something, she's not the worst thing I could fuck.

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Double checking the cameras to make sure none of the wasteland dust got in, the whole setup Rattle managed to get a hoof on was not bad. It was still a tent outside the colony, but right now tents were going at a premium.

"Just in here miss Glock" Rattles voice spoke up.

"If this job turns out to be a setup, be sure I don't go down without a fight." Glock trotted through, her head on a swivel, stopping on me, wide eyes slowly narrowing into a glare. "The fuck are you doing here bitch?"

Rattle trotted in, a smile on her face. "Oh we're not so dirty hoof to drag you behind the colony to kill you, if Orthrus wanted you gone, you would simply disappear." She trotted over to an old mattress on the far end of the tent, it covered with a clean white sheet. "Now for the job, we want you to take part in a video that we will be selling copies of. We already have a few interested parties having funded the making of this video, so we got your payment ready"

Glock looked over at the bed, at the cameras, and at me, where I then winked at her. "Oh fuck you, I'm not some two cap whore!" Rattle shoved a piece of paper into Glocks face. The griffin took the paper, read it, and her beak became slack.

"That should be enough for your cooperation, the other numbers are what you get if the videos sell above the expected specialization. In short, if this becomes popular enough, your payment could double." Rattle explained.

I watched as Glock took a moment to actually consider the deal. If she could just go back home then I had no doubt she would have flown off the day she was let go, but being a disgrace to her family has left her in this situation. A long sigh escaped from Glock's beak. "Fine, you win. It's not like getting a better job here as it is, and as long as it's with another mare, I can deal with it. Even if it's with that bitch."

Rattle clapped her hooves together happily. "Good to have you on board, now I got an outfit in the bag over in the corner, put that on and we can start with a few photos before making the video.

I got my naughty nightwear on, with some matching socks, and the spiked color. Rattle had suggested something different, but I found having the panties barely holding my bulge be hilariously sexy. Glock on the other hoof was in a lacy white dress, the kind seen in a wedding book from the old world, though much shorter.

Glock clearly looked uncomfortable during the photos, embarrassed and annoyed likely, but somehow Rattle got the right shots to make Glock look cute. With each photo the positions became more sexual, having Glock spread her legs, and after open her pussy. The best part is when she noticed my bulge.

"Wait, the fuck?" She blurted.

"Alright, camera is rolling, start with a blowjob, and work your way up." Rattle told Glock, who looked very concerned.

Pulling down my panties, my cock flopped out, and I again winked at Glock. She took a deep breath, and slowly reached out to grab my cock in her talons, I winced a little as she accidentally pinched my member, and licked it once. The griffon visibly gagged, but like a trooper went back and began playing with the tip of my now hardening cock with her tongue. This continued for a minute before getting braver, and actually putting the tip into her mouth.

I let her give the poor blowjob for a while, she slowly taking more of my cock, but clearly not planning to go all the way. Though as poor as it was, it felt good to have my cock get sucked, but I wanted more, so as soon as she got half way, I grabbed her head, and pulled her down. The surprised griffin deepthroated my cock, and gagged, tears forming in her eyes, but still I was not done. Getting up, I began thrusting my pelvis back and forth, fucking her throat, Glock putting up a weak struggle. The moment was finally on me, and I climaxed, sending hot jizz down her throat, she having gone limp, and pissing herself.

Pulling out, Glock gasped for air and coughed up the blue cum. She looked at me, her face a mix of rage and of horniness. The griffon then jumped at me, catching me off guard and knocking me onto my back, her claws digging into my throat. All the while she sat on my dick, her pussy sliding on it as she tried to get a stable paw hold on the bed to kill me. It… felt good.

"Harder!" I shouted, and she then stopped, looking confused, causing me to look at her annoyed. "I didn't say stop, now ride my cock and choke me out!" I commanded her

Glock looked confused, and stood up. but this only opens up an opportunity as I sat up and grabbed her hips. The griffon stumbled back down, and my cock was now in position. Pulling her to me, I aimed my cock for her cunt, and she unsurprisingly grabbed me, forcing my cock all the way to the base.

Angrily she slapped me, and I smiled back. She tried to get off me, but the sheet tore under her paws, and she slammed back down, giving out a loud moan of pleasure. Grabbing her beak, Glock blushed a bright red, then a look of acceptance took over and she began moving her hips. Soon she was riding the cock all the way up, then slamming herself down, all the while we kissed, tongues playing with each other.

When I ejaculated for the second time, she slammed herself down, and arched her back up, the drunk look of sheer pleasure on her face reminded me of when I had fucked snuffles. Panting, she let me stay in her for a minute before pulling out, and letting my cum leak onto the mattress.

I looked over at Rattle, who gave me a nod to keep going, so I got up, and behind the already exhausted Glock, her backside vulnerable to attack. Placing my cocks tip on her asshole, she looked back at me with shock, but offered no resistance. Slowly I pushed my member into her tight pucker, and with a tug, she fell back onto my lap, taking my whole cock and letting out a high pitched chirp.

Rattle got in closer with the cameras, getting a lower shot of Glocks pussy as I slowly fucked her ass. The griffon looked down at Rattle, and began playing with her pussy, moaning loudly.

I could only last for a few more thrusts before I unloaded into her again, and even after pulling out, Glock continued to play with herself. Rattle and I just watched as Glock kept masturbating, so I did the only thing I could think of, and began jacking off over her, spraying her face with what little cum I had left.

Before long Glock passed out, and also being tighed as shit form the good fucking, I nuzzled up to her and took a nap.

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Personal Logs 4

So I still got in trouble, as it turns out, my magical cock is not too different from that of snuffles. Something, something, it produces a super fertile aphrodisiac. I thought they were joking, but ya, I just fucked Glock up again, and likely knocked her up. Is it bad that I don't feel bad about that.

Anywhom, they told me that if it's just Glock, then they will turn a blind eye to my indiscretions. It's only a guess, but I think my bosses like the idea of Glock further making herself look like a fuckup, propaganda and all that. So I talked with Rattle, and if the porno is susessful, we'll try and get Glock to make a few more.

If I can't fuck anypony else untill they get rid of this cock, then I'm going to ride Glock raw.

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Personal Logs 5

Has it been a month, fucking wow, well the eggheads finaly found a cure, took them long enough. fucking wow. So the cocks gone, and and almost everypony affected by the cruel joke can go back to their normal lives. The poor bitch that's not getting a break is the captain, the cure only slowing the growth to that of normal foal development. Her solution, to have her ovaries removed, turns out all the eggs had been fertilized, and she would end up producing foals till she was dried up.

As for the captains foals, there are seven of them developing, two in her, and five for the three vats, meaning two needed to have a surrogate mother to make room. So in exchange for a comfy position in the colony, I offered myself up for the role. As no pony else offered to do it, I'm going to be carrying two of them. The two picks were from the first three removed from the captain, they also having the most of my DNA. I see it as taking responsibility for my own foals.

In less weird news, a mare came looking for Snuffles, turns out she he had been courting her, but her family disapproved. It was a romantic story until the mares father shot off Snuffles claws. Didn't stop him until Snuffles ran into cruel joke, and he had all the mares after him, not just the one he was after. Well turns out she was in love with him, and ran away from home to look for him after he disappeared. The two decided to set up a farm near the colony, so yay for them.

As for nine more before demand died down. She doesn't look like it yet, but Glock is very much pregnant, and seems very excited over having foals, and has been asking me about baby names for days now… I'm very worried.

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Personal Logs 6

Well, actual pregnancy is far worse then the fake pregnancy. Don't know how Glock just gets up and does shit when she is blown up like a balloon. I on the other hoof have been bed ridden for the last day. Somehow, Glock and I are living together, working as security, mostly watching surveillance drones, easy work, but It still feels weird when she gets into my bed to cuddle. She's also been talking about us getting married, and other stuff I'm not ready for. I asked captain for help, but she just said that I made this bed, and now I got to fuck her in it. I think the warning for this was "Don't stick your dick in crazy" and now she won't leave.

That aside it hasn't been all bad, the caps made from the porn we created have earned use enough to live in relative comfort, and Glock has planned on doing another soon, I opted out, but she whined until I gave in. I think the loss of my dick and pregnancy has cut my libido, making the craving not as strong as before.

In other news, the foals I save from the raiders have gotten adopted. I wanted the two youngest, but with my situation there was no way Orthrus would let it happen. But still, their new parents pay me a visit every few days, and we all have some fun, sometimes they leave the foals with friends before visiting.

Anywho, I think I'll stop with these logs now, Glocks been reading through my old ones, and it's only giving her ideas. Fuck did this turn around on me hard.

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Chapter Twelve, End

Epilogue

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Year End Mission Report, the Scouts.
Captain Temboril Tapiture

With the year over I can safely say that the scouting core program has been a success, though we have lost more scouts then I like, we have made great progress in securing the expansion of Orthrus territory through mostly peaceful means. The interference, and planned assault on Orthrus interests by the rouge merchant group Blue Skies was unexpected, and though we have managed to remove their influence from this region, their influence reaches far beyond where we can currently trot.

We have managed to gain a non-aggressive contract with the Talons after they ended their contract with Blue Skies, and any attack by talons should be considered as an individual action, and not one of their organizations.

Other dangers have been discovered by the scouts, such as a mutant army to the south, and other hostile lifeforms. But new allies, and potential allies have been located, and trade has already begun. The Enclave's Sectrum Federation has shown great interest in reuniting with family members over at New Cloudsdale, as well as reassessing the tech inside the cloud city, so the've been more than cordial. Other groups like the Steel Rangers have been neutral, though more then willing to send their scribes over to "observe" us.

As for how we managed to get on the good side of many of the smaller factions in the wastes, of which helped the growth of the locale colony, it should be easy to read in between the lines. The majority of the ponies I picked for the scouting core had specialized skills, and tended to show signs of sexual deviation. Seeing them as ambassadors for Orthrus, I felt it would be prudent to use mares that could quickly from relationships, and had the mental flexibility to accept others who were unlike them self, and adapt to a new way of life without forgetting who they are. In effect, I planned the scouts to go tribal, and then return.

This also meant that once their contract with Orthrus was over, they would vanish into the wastes, returning to any group they had become close to. Though the loss of pony power is regrettable, replacements are currently easy to find, and now we have many pro Orthrus ponies spread through the local wasteland.

Report Over
On Scout Sizzle Cymbal, Personal Report.
Captain Temboril Tapiture

The scout featured heavily with obtaining the information needed for the takedown of Blue Skies as become a… controversial figure within the reports, as well with her outside activities. Originally arrested for voyerism to an extreme, and due for expulsion from Orthrus, I put her to work in the scouting core with the deal of a full pardon, and the return of her non illegal contraband.

The psychological report on miss Sizzle did come back with her suffering from minor PTSD from her job as security, and several abusive relationships. Where many ponies develop a drinking problem, or increase aggression, miss Sizzle developed a sex addition, which later would result in her criminal activities.

Unsurprising to me, much of her reports have been censored, both do to sensitive information, and do to decency standards. Frankly, most of her reports come off as a poorly written pornography. That aside her contribution has been vitale, and full pardon received. After ending her contract, we have given her a security position in the colony, in effect paying the vorist to spie on the colony residence to keep an eye out for trouble makers. I expect her to do her job well, and with enthusiasm.

Report Over
Talon Glock, and Cruel Joke Clones Report (Information Sensitive)
Captain Temboril Tapiture

The decision to not openly punished the Talon Glock for her aggression against the Scouting Core was mainly a political maneuver to not aggravate the locale Talon company. Insted it was decided to secretly use her for experimentation, mainly to find out if a mirage pony could produce viable offspring with a griffon, though finding a way for her to mate with a pony proved to be a problem do to her sexual interests. Fortunately Sizzle became the perfect candidate for this experimentation, both being mostly physiologically compatible, and Sizzles sudden "mutation"

It is still unknown how much influence the cruel joke has in the foals DNA, but the young hybrid is healthy, and has no genetic defects from what can be observed. There are plans to continue the experimentation, but with the updated mirage pony treatment process, with a few new candidates now in the colony. Incidentally, the griffon Glock has been open about adding another foal to her family, and our scientists are considering recreating Sizzles cruel joke mutation on Glock.

On the five clones that were extracted from my body, clones being a loose, but accaret identification as they contain a %90 of my DNA, a %8 of Sizzles, and %2 of the cruel joke. The addition of plant DNA have the Orthers scientist excited, as it might have a possibility to give future generations a resistance to the toxic pollen of the Marewaii Islands. Because of this, I've donated my ovaries to said scientists for experimentation. My father also added a claws that any viable "clone" that is created is to be sent to me as a new daughter, I objected, but he still hold far more influence than me. Knowing about the mistake that made me, I expect this "family" to grow at some point over the years.

Personal note, it has been a learning experience being a mother to what is effectively five smaller version of myself, and have found myself enjoying being a mother. I tried to step down as scout captain, the strong maternal instinct that I now have were affecting my decision making, but my father once again pulled some strings to force me to stay as captain. As of now, because I don't want to go too far away from my daughters, have changed the goals of the scouts from expanding our territory to fortifying our hold over the territory.

Side note, tell my father to stop sending me sutors, it's a waste of government funds, and a flimsy way to make allies with other factions.

Report End!

Author's Note

Big thanks to my discord friend Joshy, who all too eagerly helped me with editing this less then orthodox story. It was an experiment to see how well I can do a story mainly revolving around sex and fetishist, with a character who could embody such traits, and I think I did well enough as an newbie. I'm unlikely to do this again, outside a one-shot, of which Sizzle and Glock would gladly appear. Still, thanks for reading, you weird ponies.

Chapter 01, Trouble with Tribals

Chapter 01, Trouble with Tribals

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Mission Log 01

I am to Investigate Camp CMC West, in the Smoky Mountains for possible Stable-Tec artifacts. Also to locate any place for colonization, establish peaceful contact with any friendly locals, and mark any dangers to Orthrus, and or colonist interests.

First of, if the captain ever reads this, fuck you and your fine ass! I was hoping to travel to a city, mingle with the locals, possibly have a fling with a stallion that was more than me being a thirty second quicky. What I got was a hike through the mountains, among getting eaten by what I could only guess use to be a bear, and finding myself captured by some savages. It smells bad here, my hooves are chipped, and I might have a rash from a bug bite, it’s just the worst thing ever!!!

That aside, the stallions are not bad on the eyes, and there's a lot of them, if one decided to visit me in the night, can't say I would object to.

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Mission Log 02

So a day has passed since my capture, and despite the smell, I have been treated quite well, and have been able to have a more or less civilized talk with with my captors. As it turns out, It's actually two tribes, and I stumbled upon a peace conference, of which only the stallions are to attend. Last I checked, I don’t have a dick, so I committed a taboo, and stalled their peace talks. Yay me, Sizzle has fucked things up for others again, nopony is surprised.

Lucky for me, their peace talks was going nowhere long before I came, and all I did was force them to take a break until they decide on what to do with me. None have told me what my fate is, but I hope it’s banishment, maybe after a ritual orgy… fuck I need to get laid, I haven't even been able to rub one off do to a guard always keeping watch over me.

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Mission Log 03

It’s noon now, and I had a chat with the two chiefs, both really interested in why I was here. First was Silver Mist, an old, thin, with a long white beard Unicorn, is the leader of the Moon Watcher tribe. He was very interested in my cyber legs, and how they worked. I just told them it was made by Orthrus, of which I am a representative of. Then there was Golden Dew, also old, but the biggest and strongest earth pony I had ever seen. He was interested in my rifle and revolver. I told him the same thing as I told Silver.

When they left, I got some dirty looks from the other savages, so I’m sure I had offended them, yay me.

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Mission Log 04

Night has fallen, and I have no clue what to fucking do! Somehow I have been appointed as the peace summits official peace bringer, and put in charge of negotiating peace between the two chieftains, of which do nothing but shout at each other. I barely get a word in, and this tent reeks of the two, like they have been at this for days, no, I’m sure of it, these two have been arguing for days without taking a shower.

As far as I can tell, this bullshit has been all over some flags each one owns, both want the flag as theirs, and neither one wants to give their flag up for peace. The only reason this peace summit happens is because a sickness passed through both tribes, killing half the mares. From the sounds of it, it was the flu, I had that last year, and only got the sniffles and a headache. Right now their taking a short break, but after hearing over an hour of shouting and insults, I have a bad feeling that I’m the fall mare when this all falls apart.

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Turning off the notepad function of my pipleg, I turned back on the camera function of my cyber eye. The captain wanted as much important information recorded, and even if all the two old stallions did was shout at each other, they still spat out important information.

At least this little break gave me an opportunity to speak, and maybe I could get to the heart of this feud the two tribes have, not that I had any faith in being able to solve this dilemma. But if I can get out alive with enough information, then maybe the captain would not be so hard on my ass.

We returned to the table, it being not much more than a very old, and worn tree stump, something more fitting for a group of fouls to sit at then three adults. “Gentle stallions, gentle stallions, now that you two have cooled off, lets try this again.” Before the two could speak, I raised my cyber hoof, it caught both their eyes. “But before that, maybe you can tell me about how important these flags are to your tribes.”

Silver huffed, his horn sparked with magic, and in the air, crud forms of ponies appeared in the air, dancing around a flag. “It's been with us since long before the burning times, every one of us has pledged the oath to it, to always look to the stars. It’s a symbol of who we are, and without it, we are lost.” He narrowed his eyes at Golden. “From our oldest tails, they have always been trying to steal our flag, to destroy us, and even now nothing has changed.”

Golden slammed his hoof in the table, making a loud thud. “Old fool must have a rotting brain, your tribe has been trying to take our flag first, to rob us of our honor. The eldest of story singers still tell of the great trickery your tribe did right before the burn times. Still you use trickery, lies, and unfair play to win.”

I face hoof as the two old stallions slammed their heads together, and got right back to arguing. It was clear to me that no matter what I did, they were going to fight, and I was going to be their fall mare. It all just made my blood boil.

“Ya empty headed buffoon!” Silver snarled.

“Cowardly stick pony!” Golden spat out.

“Sum sucking mother bucker!” Silver shouted.

“Egg headed pencil dick!” Golden shouted even louder.

This time I slammed my hoof down on the table, the metal hoof making a deeper thud than that of Goldens slam. “If you two want to act like a bickering married couple, just skip the Celestia damned foreplay, and fuck each other already!” Pushing myself up, I got onto the table, and pushed myself between them. “You two are grown ass adults, leaders of your tribes, and yet you're both acting like children! No wonder this peace summit is going nowhere, you are why it’s going nowhere!” I shouted

Both looked away, mumbling to themselves. Letting myself slump onto the table, the feeling of approaching failure close at hoof. I could just imagine it, returning to the forward base camp, and informing my captain about how I failed at all but not dying, if I got out of this mess alive at all. Unlike the captain, I was not some super badass special agent. All I got was two good legs, my charming personality, and a nice ass. Sadly, they all got four alright legs, my personality clearly meant shit to them, leaving me with only my cute butt to wiggle at two old stallions…

You know what, fuck it, it's worth a shot.

I took a deep breath, and and put on my best smile. “I think we need to take another break, clear our heads, let out some steam. Maybe then you two will be able to come up with a solution you both can agree with.”

Silver crossed his hooves and glared at Golden. “Impossible, that brut can barely think, not unless its about sashing shit.”

Goldens scowled, but before he could start shouting again, I shoved my hoof in his mouth, and gave the big stallion wink. Scooting over to Silver, I looked him in the eyes. “Don't be that way Silver, I mean if what you say is true, it has done well to get him the position of elder. Even my own kin understand then when peaceful solutions no longer work, one must be ready to not just be violent, but the most violent bastards one can meet. It helps remind others that keeping peaceful is best for everypony.” Looking down at the old stallions crotch, I saw his sack, and the sheath that his member.

His own eyes had followed my own, and he gave an audible gulp. “Now miss Sizzle, I understand what your saying, so why don't you take a seat, no need to do something extreme.”

I highly doubted that I got my point across, even back home ponies wouldn't change their minds so easily, they always require some sort of incentive. It was either a swift beating, money, or on the off occasions performing a sexual favor. Not the most proud thing I had done, but sneaking a hidden camera into the interrogation room has produced the best porn I own. Well use too, owning thanks to that bitch captain of mine.

“Just relax Elder Silver, this is just another peaceful interaction between us.” Reaching my right hoof down, I cradled Silvers ballsack, and the old stallion froze up. “Now or Never” I whispered to myself before lifting my ass and bending down, putting my face in his crotch. A slight bulge poked out from his sheth, and I used my snout to press into it, filling my nose with his musk.

“Miss Sizzle, you shouldn't be…” Silver stopped as his half flaccid cock flopped out, and I began to caress it with my hoof.

Slowly it began to grow, becoming hard, and quite big. It looked bigger than the ones I have seen in my porn stash, but roughly the same size as my dildo I had annoyingly forgot to bring with me. Giving it a lick, it was disgusting salty, and half of me wanted to stop right here and now… But the other half of me was now horny, my backside feeling hot, and wanted something in me.

Silver began to breath heavy as I licked his cock, his precum seeping out from his tip. It smelled bad, tasted bad, but I wanted more, I needed more. My tongue ran up the shaft, reaching the tip, and I took a deep breath, taking his musk into myself. Engulfing his cock with my mouth, my tongue wrapped around his tip, and I slowly took more of it in. I stopped when his cock hit the back of my throat, only taking half of it, and that's when hot thick liquid forced its way down my throat. As I pulled back, a bitter taste filled my mouth.

Freeing Silvers member from my mouth, it shot cum up and into my face, the sticky substance hanging onto my fur. Looking at the old stallion, he looked away, trying to hide a smirk. “This… this is not how we do negotiations.” He stammered.

Meaning getting a mouth full of cum got me nowhere. Turning around, Golden was trying to ignore what I had done, but his own impressively large member poked up from behind the table, it already dripping with preecum. I shrugged. “Double or nothing.”

Golden eyed me, and huffed. “Missy, if ya think fluttering those eyes, and sucking my dick will change anything. I’ll have you know you're not the first mare to try it, and all that's come from it is them submitting to my will. But if ya think your so smart, then try it, my strength has overcome any overthought plan.”

I raised an eyebrow at Golden, and wiped a bit of cum off my face. “like I’ve heard that before.” Teasingly, I stuck my tongue out at him. “Lots of ponies like to throw their weight around where I’m from, and each find themselves humiliated, or missing a head. Not saying there's anything wrong with being strong, but if that's all you got, then it become predictable, and if war happens, being predictable is a death sentence.”

Nuzzling his cock, some of the precum soaked into the fur on my face. Using my tongue, I spread the remaining precum around, making the cock glisin. Nibbling on the tip, Golden didn't seem all that fazed, so I took what I could into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. His cock throbbed in my mouth, but didn't show any sign of letting out its load.

Coming up for air, my own cunt was feeling wet, yearning for a member to enter it, and rough me up inside. But I was determined to this stallion to cum first, otherwise I will look like some cheap floozy that just wants to get off. So I went in again, this time his dick hitting the back of my throat, halfway down the shaft being the farthest I could go. A hoof was placed onto my head, it applying wait, causing me to tense up. “No, no, you better not do what I think your going to do!” I thought to myself, but as more pressure was pushed down on my head, Goldens dick began to move down my throat.

With forcefully push, my snout was pressed into Goldens crotch, and his cock filling my throat, cutting off my ability to breath completely. The pain was like nothing I had felt before; burning, tearing, and arousing all at once. It was so arousing that my cunt spasmed in an orgasim, causing me to moan as loud and deep as a mare could with a cock shoved deep in her throat. Golden didn't stop, pumping his hips in my face, scraping my throat with his cock. After ten hard thrust, he stopped, and I could feel his hot spunk stoot into my stomach directly.

I gasped for air as soon as his cock was freed from my throat, the lack of air having made me dizzy.

“You done whore!” Golden said with disgust.

His words made my good ear twitch as I caught my breath, and coughing up a bit of cum. My brain wanted to say yes, to end it here, his insult made my cunt scream for more, I was being a little whore, and I needed to be punished. Looking golden in the eyes, I got into his face, siling wildly. “Daddy, I've been a real dirty filly. I require more punishment” Golden didn't move or say anything, seemingly stunned. His inaction was annoying, so I figured he just needed help getting started, and slid myself onto his still somewhat erect cock, and let it slowly fill my pussy.

I let myself drop down on Goldens cock, it penetrating my womb as I took it all in. The sudden burst of pain sent a wave of pleasure up my spine. My own legs went weak, making me unable to move my hips as I fell back onto the table. His dick had once again become rock hard, it visibly making a bulge in my stomach, almost lifting me up off the table. “If ya want to breed so much, then I’ll put a foal in ya, I’ll pump you so full you will look pregnant by the time this night is done!” Golden snarled as he began to violently thrust into my cunt.

He was rough, the pain making me drool in ecstasy. Looking up, all I could see was Silvers cock, it was again erect, so I reached up to grab it, and pulled it to my mouth. Giving it a little kiss an a lick I opened wide, Silver didn't wait for another invite, and shoved his cock into my mouth, not going far in at first, but with each thrust, he pushed deeper and deeper.

Before long, I was taking too full cocks, and my cunt couldn't stop spasming as I went from one orgasm to the next, my mind too foggy to keep count. It all made me take back what I said about the mission, this was the best thing ever, and I didn't want it to stop, though I was quickly running out of air.

Just as I was about to pass out, Silver pulled back, his throbbing cock shooting his spunk onto my throat and chest. Golden kept on going until he couldn't hold back, filling my wound, then falling back. I was left on the table, panting for air,my cunt still saziming with pleasure.

After we took a few minutes to catch our breath, the two elders trotted over to me, and helped me up off the table, both looking a bit bashful. It was actually a bit cute. I was also not done, and with a push, they both fell on their flanks, exposing their half flaccid dicks to me. The two looked at each other, and sighed.

Taking a dick in each hoof, I began stroking them, both dicks slowly becoming hard. Stroking faster and faster, I could see them twitch, the two stallons seeming out of the energy to hold back. I opened my mouth, tongue sticking out, and soon after, both cocks shot out what they had left, some getting in my mouth, but most of the cum hit my face.

With that, I was done, and I made a mental check on a few things I wanted to try at least once, then passed out.

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Waking up, I was sore all over, most of which was my throat, it feeling like I had taken a large cock or two down it… wait… Okay, that I did.

Getting up, I found myself in a primitive, but lavish looking bed. I was also clean, without a trace of cum on my fur, and even my cybernetics looked polished. Oddest of all, I was wearing some odd tribal dress, clearly made from grass, but not bad looking at all.

Checking my pipleg, I saw that my eye was still recording, which at first made me concerned that I just recorded my getting spitroasted, but then again, having it as part of my new porn collection was not a bad idea. All I needed to do waa cut it out of my official report.

Tapping on my pipleg a few times, I found the eye recording button, and pressed to stop button...

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Mission Log 05

Success! I managed to help the two tribes make peace, how can they doubt my charm! Though the two elders did seem exhausted through the remaining peace talks. (;p) But as for what they decided, the two tribes are going to relocate to the ruins of Camp CMC, and become one. Something about needing to work together to fight a she-demon… Well, whatever, at least I get to leave alive.

I did manage to find a few surviving Stable-Tec artifacts, they left behind in a still standing cabin that most of the natives avoided. Some of their hunters took me to the accent cabin so that I could test out their “spears” and found the place mostly untouched. Among the artifacts I recovered, there's a map, a book of the local plants, and a holotape of the CEO’s of Stable-Tec.

The tribes themselves are well worth us contacting, though relatively uneducated, and primitive, I have no doubt that plenty of mares would have no problem immigrating here. It would also be a great help to them, as the lack of mares here has left the stallions stresses to say the least, and there's only so much the few mares here can do to help. Though, I think I’ve done a pretty good job in helping. So, if we do send colonists here, I’m sure the tribeles would quickly adapted to our way of life.

One last thing, the ghoul bear that had attacked me before, the tribles call it a Yao Guai, and marked on the map where their territories are. As well as where other dangerous animals live. With that, I’ll be making my way back to the forward base camp, two of the tribals guiding me halfway. <3 <3

Scout, Sizzle Cymbal, out!

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Chapter one, end.

Chapter 13, A Deviant’s Honest Life

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Personal Logs 7

A bit nostalgic to write a log after so long not having too. I figured I might as well with Rattle’s wedding soon, and me being the bridle maid. She found this nice stallion who’s a good tattoo artist, and gets along with her and the rest of us real well. I even get one of the active scouts to do a background check on the stallion, just to make sure he was who he says he was, got to protect my friend, and when the scout got back, the only negative was that he has two foals back with his tribe, an ex-wife situation. So it was nothing to fret over.

Unfortunately, all this talk about a wedding has Glock getting extra clingy, and making plans for our own… it’s still odd that she’s still with me, and that we haven't killed each other yet. I had though that after our son was born, she’d fuck off into the wasteland, she did get very venomous in her last month of her pregnancy, but after she had Gong Cymbal, she suddenly became really sweet, hormones I guess. Not long after I had my girls Clash and Crash Cymbal, and though Glock was busy with Gong, she has been a big help to me.

I don’t love her, but through this year she has seemingly become a different griffon that I’ve come to care about, she nothing like the bloodthirsty mercenary that was hired to kill us scouts. I don’t mind sticking with her for the time being, and it’s good to have a body to snuggle with when I get home. Though we havent been having sex, I just havent been in the mood for it for the last few months, Glock has at least insisted we make a few videos, so I got a few friends fill in for me, and she stormed out ofter it was clear I was not joining in. Personally, I think it’s time we stop making porn videos, I mean, we got the foals to think of.

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Personal Logs 8

The captain is pitching in on the wedding planning, it seems that even though she is able to dive into her work again, the ponies brought in to manage the scouts while she was incapacitated do to her pregnancies are a bit over qualified, leaving Temboril with some free time. Though I do think she should pay more attention into the foals, even if her father has stepped down from the council to help look after them, they are my foals sisters after all.. Still fucking weird being considered the father to eight foals, two of which I gave birth too…

Lucky the foals have their own individual stripes, so they can mostly be told apart, with my two having my mane as well. Funny enough, their strips are blue, and aside from Gong, glow when shimmering. It of course had me worried at first, and a bit of cruel joke DNA was found in them, but nothing that could affect them do to the cure we all took. Likely the foals were not meant to live long after birth, a very cruel joke indeed, avoided by modern science. That aside, the foals all seem to recognize each other as a family, and get along well enough, though Gong is a bit aggressive, and my two like to wander off and make a mess, but the other five are well behaved, to the point it’s a bit creepy.

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Personal Logs 9

So a bit of a panic the other day when the groom’s tribe showed up, and fuck do I understand why he left his wife, biggest self entitled bitch I had ever met. If I still had my dick, I would use it to plug her cock holster. Lucky Glock scared her off, the advantage of having a low reputation is that she can go full bitch mode, and nopony bats an eye. Feel bad for the foals to have a mother like that, but not my place to intervene, I got my own foals to deal with.

I also decided to keep Rattle as far away from the Groom's family as possible, something tells me that their here not to cheer him on. A few of them already got caught stealing, and one got into a fight. Also one of them found the porn of Glock and I, and wants to star in one with us… ya, not happening ya stringy looking stallion.

Despite all this, looks like the wedding will be on time, and fully supplied for the after party. The only issue is that Glock has been becoming increasingly possessive, still dropping hints on wanting us to get married, not letting me be alone with another pony, and the nagging about having sex. seriously With all that's happening right now, I really don’t want to think about that, but as the days get closer to the wedding, the more she’s got this crazy look in her eyes.

Celestia help me, why did I stick that magic dick in her clear crazy.

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Looking through the photos on my pipbuck memory bank, trying to remember anything I forgot for Rattles wedding, but it looked like everything is fine, and ready to happen. A bit bored, I picked a photo at random, it landing on one from several months ago of me posing with my nughty nightwear, my belly showing clear signs of pregnancy. The next one after that had Glock posing with me, comparing bellies. I turned off the pipbuck, the photo now making me feel… depressed.

Picking up a glass of water, the taste was crisp and clean, but I really wanted to have a glass of wine, but with the foals still breastfeeding, I was banned from any alcohol, Temborils orders. Then felt two claws cover my eyes, “Guess who?” Glock whispered in my ear.

“Glock, not now, I’m not in the mood.” I said with a sigh, and turned around to look at her, the griffin in her black lace nightgown.

The griffin folded her arms holding a frustrated look on her face. “Your never in the mood anymore!” I Rolling my eyes. “And theirs that, you don’t respect me! I clean the house, cook dinner, wash the kids, and you treat me like I’m not even here!”

This was the fifth time now, and at first I was taken off guard, Glock acting like some nagging wife, but now I was over it. “Listen Glock, I have more important things to do the play your games. Were not married, were not going to get married, so just stop it already. We do have psychiatrists if your not feeling well, I suggest you go get your head checked out.”

Her face dropped the indignation, and her fiery spirit dimming. “Then, you don’t love me, not even a little.”

Great, guilt trip level two, time to shoot this down. So as calmly as possible I said “We’re together because I knocked you up Glock, I don’t even know how to feel about you.”

“Then that’s it then.” She looked me in the eyes, and what I saw was not sadness, nor hate, or the ball of frustration that she'd been for the last week. No, this was the look of some creature who’s throwing all caution to the wind. “I have to make you love me, like you made me love you!” I instinctively backed up, unsure what was happening, and feering she might have a knife, but she quickly pounced, grabbing me by the throat with a claw. “The foals are with Tamboril tonight, so I have all night to train you to love me!

I tried to speak, but the griffins talons were like a vise, and had cut off my airways. Picking up a bag, Glock pushed me to my desk, and forced me into a chair before letting go. I took a moment to gasp for air before talking. “Fucking bitch, have you lost your…” A ball gag was shoved into my mouth.

“I lost it a long time ago thanks to you!” She shouted as she tied the ballgag to the back of my head, then reached for some cuffs, and forcing them around my fenlock. “When you put me in those stalks, I was there till morning before any of them realized you had gotten away. Hours you bitch, the taste of seamen in my mouth lingered for days, and worse, I lost the respect of the other talons. Each one who had a turn on me then laughed in my face!”

I glared at her, she knowing that it was her fault, I mean, she did it to me first.

Grabbing my mane, I was taken off the seat and turned around. “It was humiliating, every thrust, every word, every orgasim. I had never felt so good before, and so shameful.” I Felt my tail get lifted. “So when one of our contacts saw toy leave for the wasteland, I had to find you, make you feel the same humiliation and shame!” Something cold and hard pressed up onto my asshole, and was slowly shoved in, causing me to shiver in pain. “I couldn't stop thinking about what I do to you, I couldn’t get it out of my mind.”

She finally let me go, and I used the opportunity to turn around, and get ready to kick her in the face. What I saw was her pull out a studded dlildo strapon from her bag, and look at me with lust filled madness. “Just thinking about it made me wet, but nothing I tried helped.” I just watched as she put it on, still looking at me. “Then you showed up to me, and sent me to the highest pleasure I had ever felt, and now it’s time for me to do the same to you.”

I think it was time to run, so getting up on my hind legs, I attempted to stumble away, only for the but plug to pull on something inside, and cause me to fall over, my cuffed forelegs preventing me from landing straight. Now I had my butt in the air, with the lust crazed Glock behind me… it was kinda hot.

“So nice for you to present yourself to me.” Glock said before grabbing my hips. She was not gentle, her talons digging in as the dildo pressed against my cunt. I tried to look back, pleading with my eyes for her to stop, but the mad griffin was already too far gone, and all I could do was let it happen.

With a thrust, she was in me, no sense of care, just a forceful thrust, it hurt… it also felt good. After a few more thrusts, she pulled on my main, and my head back, were she looped my old spiked color around my neck, and tightening so tightly it made it hard to breath. Then with a click, she attached a leash to it. “Your mine, and I’m going to train you to remember that!” She growled. The fucking then continued, Glock using the leach to chock me perioticly, causing my vision to go hazy.

After a few more thrusts into me, I felt it, and orgasim that was like eletrick up my spine, causing me to moan loudly. Glock didn’t let up, even as she began to pant, determined to fuck me raw, wispering insults in my ear, calling me a “slut” and “her bitch” the shock of it all began to faid as I let myself enjoy it, this feeling I hadn’t had in months.

I’d lost track of time, or how long Glock forced an orgasim aout of me, but when she finally let me go, my good back leg would not stop twitching. I tried to use my cyber leg to get up, but found it detached, the bitch must have removed it when she was ravaging my cunt. So I gave up and rolled over, at least I could get my face off the floor. Standing above me was Glock, chugging a bottle of water.

“Time for round two bitch!” she said, pulling out a double ended dildo, that then began to vibrate.

I moaned louder than before, Glock holding my leg as she grinded her hips, moaning herself. Once more, she was not gentle, every move of her pelvis was aggressive, each time she lifted herself up, she would slam herself down. Never ones forgetting to choke me with the leash. I watched as her eyes rolled back in pleasure, panting loudly in between moans, lost in her lust.

It was… so… fucking… good!

Moving my hips, the dildo got even deeper, the wave of orgasims becoming more intense, and… Glock fainted!?

The damn griffin fell back, and the dildo fell out, all right before I hit nervana, the fucking usless catbird! Taking a moment to catch my breath, I pushed myself up, only to fall over onto Glock. No matter, she was my target now. Luckily with my cyberleg detached, it was a bit easier to maneuver myself on her, and placing my own cunt on hers. Moving my hips, I used her pussy to pleasure mine, grinding the best I could, but it was not enough.

Then Glock began to move her hips, and we began matching each other's movements, each rub of our pusys felt better than the last. After a while of this, Glock pulled me in closer, removing the ball gag, and kissed me. “I… I needed that.” She breathed.

“Well I need more.” I told her, kissing her again, moving my hips.

Glock broke off the kiss by tugged on the color. “Good, because I want more, so much more of you.” something in me quivered, and I orgasimed again, causing Glock to smile. “Good, your learning my little bitch.”

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Personal Logs 4

Well… the relationship between me and Glock has, let's say found a new normal. She’s stopped badgering me about us getting married, and I make some time for us to fuck like rabbits. I don’t know how I feel about her, but she knows exactly how I like to be hit, choked, and talked down to. I know how she likes to be humiliated and shamed. So I don’t know if were just abusive to each other in the right way, or and actually good couple, but I’ve decided to stick things out.

As for the wedding, it went off as well as everypony expected, with Glock able to keep the groom's family in line long enough for the vows to be made. Once everypony was able to relax, and drinks were passed out, most of the groom's family gave us a good reason to start kicking them out, which was actually fun. But a moment of dread did come when the Rattle threw her bouquet, and Glock literally used another pony as a jumping board to grab it. She didn’t say anything, just smiled, waved the bouquet, and winked at me.

Once everything was over, Rattle and her husband were off too Lost Pegasus for their honeymoon. I wished them luck.

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Personal Logs 5

With our foals getting more rambunkshus, Glock and I have decided to quit making porography, so to have more time to keep an eye on them. We still make our own videos for ourselves, even have a few friends join us from time to time, but nothing like before. Not to say the sex is not as grate, fuck me dose Glock still go at me like a champion, It’s jsut that we don’t have the same tools a befor, so to keep them away from the foals.

That aside, the colony has grown quite a bit over the years, more mirage ponies moving in every month, enough of them that Glock now has a nice group of friends that don’t know that she once was an enemy of Orthrus. There are still a few scouts that throw her some sideways glances, but most of them know that it’s best to just move on, and focus on the future.

Even better news, a few old friends of mine have moved into the colony, they were still a bit mad about my recording them without their consent, but time heals all wounds, and I got them jobs at the club, so they forgave me. They were also very excited to see my foals, though it was a trip and a half to explaining how they were conceived.

And… The best new, Rattle returns! Her and her husband had a lot of fun, and are now expecting. I wished her luck with the pregnancy, and offered to help them with their shop if they ever needed it.

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Personal Logs 6

So… I’m writing this to sort out my thoughts. On one hoof, Glock is a crazy and violent bitch that demands I give her attention, on the other, she’s proven herself to be a good mother, warm lover, and somehow the best I have had in bed, mostly because of how aggressive she is.

Rattles no help, as she’s joined Glock side in all this, and I asked Temboril, who didn’t care, and told me that I could just re-join the scouts if I wanted to run away. Our kid of core will want it, and the rest of our friends are gossiping about it.

Worse yet, I already bought a ring… Fuck me am I doing this…

Well it’s not the worst decision I ever made, so I should just bite the bullet, and marry that bitch.

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Shout Sizzle Cymbal, End