Fallout Equestria: Scout Sizzle Cymbal

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.