Fallout Equestria: Scout Sizzle Cymbal

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