Fallout Equestria: Scout Sizzle Cymbal

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.