Fallout Equestria: Scout Sizzle Cymbal

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.