Fallout Equestria: Scout Sizzle Cymbal

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