Fallout Equestria: Desperados

Fallout Equestria: Desperados

It never Changes, Part 1

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"I got into a strange conversation with Slowtrot. I asked him about things he hated. One can learn a lot about a person from the things they truly hate. From how open or closed-minded they are, to how much they will tolerate and how they justify their hate.

I got three answers; The pony Thorn Rosland, The ministries, and himself.

His hatred of Thorn was very clear cut. She had killed a pony he respected and hurt others he grew to care about. He has also seen parts of her true self, and had his own soul been tainted by it. She was a pony that cared nothing for others, revealing in their pain and suffering. He also knew that she contributed to the creation of the wasteland, though how much he didn’t know.

If I said that I have never seen or heard about people like that in my world, I would be in self-denial. Unfortunately, those people are everywhere. They are so obsessed with their own goals and tribes that they are willing to burn everything around them. It doesn't even matter if they are wrong in the end because they understand that if they're the ones left standing, then they can make it so that they were right all along. Sometimes, they do win." ~ Azure Dice

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“I’m a bit conflicted seeing you with that on, Slowtrot,” Jali addressed me. She had been too busy organizing the other Followers to have a proper talk with me until recently. They were slowly taking apart their own campsite and preparing to move back to Junction Town where they would later be sent to other locations to help other settlements. It seems that Mayor Espresso had used the whole incident with us as an excuse to not just push them out of the nice part of town, but the town itself.

Looking at the Desperado vest I had on, I sighed. “Ya. I’m just glad I don’t have to go through their initiation ritual. Between getting shot while in the raider’s nest and almost getting whipped to death by the prison Warden, they say I already earned my beat in.”

“Whipped? I thought the NCR had outlawed corporal punishment in the labor prison.” Jali said in shock.

“I had some scars, but they’re all healed up now thanks to the Lazarus serum,” I explained.

She looked at me suspiciously, then told me, “Show me where it was. Healing potions will still show some markings even if applied quickly. I want to know if this serum is the same or not.”

I took off my vest and jacket, letting the ghoul look at my back. “I’m not sure you will find them. The serum healed me up better than anything I had used before. I even feel far better than I have in a long time.”

She didn’t say anything for a minute. She simply parted the fur on my back as she investigated. “No, I see them, but something’s a bit odd. Your fur is slightly discolored at the roots and your skin is… well, not right. I need to check you closer. Harp too!”

“Me? Why?” Harp replied.

“Star said you also took this Lazarus serum. If possible, I want to do some extensive testing. I know you can't stay much longer, so let me just do a quick look over,” she requested.

Knowing that she had our best intentions in mind, the two of us did what she said and trotted over to an unused tent. There Jali spent a few minutes giving us as thorough an exam as she could in a short amount of time. This included taking a few blood samples, sealing a few, and dropping some liquid in some others. We watched as our tested blood changed color from a dark red to a purple.

“Is… that bad?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” Jali answered. “It detects mutations. Unfortunately both your blood already did this, but it was only a moderate change to purple, so some change has happened. Still, nothing is showing up that says it’s harmful. Just that there’s a change. I’ll have the other blood samples get a closer look with proper equipment once I return to Junction Town. After that, I’ll send a courier to you with the results.”

Well that was concerning, but not the worst news. “So about my scars, you said the fur was discolored?”

She got two mirrors. She hoofed me one and aimed the other at my back. It was hard to see, but with the help of her parting my fur, I could see that several hares were turning a lighter, almost greenish color on my back. “They run along your scars. Possibly they are follicles that were regrown. It’s possible, but in time all the hairs along your scars will change color. That's not the only thing.” She took her mirror and placed it in front of my face. “Did something happen to one of your eyes?”

“Why… well ya, I got shot through it,” I told her.

Looking closer at that eye, I could see some red flecks in it that were not there before. “What the?”

“Healing magic is rarely ever the safest of magics. It can be quite dangerous if in the wrong hooves or not made correctly,” Jali explained as she put the mirror down. “I visited the place where the main ingredient for healing potions grows, long before the gardens of Equestria were used. It is where Miss Fluttershy used the first megaspell you see. She had hoped that it would cause the fighting to stop. With it being a mass healing spell that even brought back the dead, so as the legends say.”

From her blood-stained white coat, Jali pulled out a tattered-looking notepad. Flipping it open, she showed a page that had two plants drawn on. “Broc Flower and Xander Root. Those are the two plants that grew and thrived in that magic, which are also the main ingredients for healing potions. You can find them all over the wasteland. If you know your potion making, you can make your own healing potions with them.”

Somehow I felt a “But,” coming.

She flipped a page. It showed a pony floating above the ground. “But the place also happens to be haunted by those hit by the megaspell. Found my uncle there among the lost souls, and he had died back home from old age. Very few of them even understood where they were. Just floating around or fighting with the other ghosts.”

“How dreadful. Is there a way to put them to rest?” Harp asked.

“Already done. The Gardens of Equestria broke the curse and set them free. The Followers have now turned that place into a monument to the victims of the Megapells,” She said in a solemn tone. “That aside, I just want you to understand that nothing in this world comes without a price.Any good deed you do could unintentionally doom another pony. The more good you do can cause an even greater tragedy if you don’t have the foresight to understand what can go wrong. This is the lesson Fluttershy learned.”

Jali pulled out an envelope and passed it to me. “This arrived not long after Azure had left. It’s addressed to you.”

Opening it, I found a letter.

“To Slowtrot,

With the figurine of myself came with your story, and both had the name of an old friend of mine on it; Healing Herbs. She and I both went to the same nursing school together. We both looked after the injured soldiers sent home from the war. She was also the one who helped me develop the first magaspell. It’s what destroyed the friend I held so dear to me.

It was such a simple idea, to take a simple healing potion meant for mending cuts and soothing bruises and amplify it. We also took many of those spells and compressed them. Even Twilight had never thought of doing that with spells. But its a success, it destroyed everything as we all know. I was too blind by its potential. To blind by my belief that ponies and zebras didn’t actually want to fight that I made the worst mistake. There are so many ponies I want to blame. So many hooves pulling at strings.In the end, I was the one who let myself be used. To be tricked. I blinded myself to what was going on around me, and it killed everypony I loved.

I’m sure Healing Herbs felt the same way. It’s why she left me. We both knew if we ever talked about it, it would force us to pull off our blinders and force us to see what we had done. But where she left, I stayed. If I had left as well, maybe things would not be as bad as they are now. But it’s too late for that.

Sorry for rambling.

As the last pony to have seen her, I felt that, in a way, I can talk to her through you. There's so many ponies I need to apologize to. Most of them have long since passed. If I can get my feeling across to any of them in any way, I want to. So, Mister Slowtrot, if possible, can you take this gift to Healing Herb’s last resting place? It’s her favorite flower, and I want to pay my respects.

Signed, Fluttershy.”

I folded up the letter and looked at Jali. “Gift?”

Jali pulled out another envelope. From this one, she removed a picture of a purple/pink flower. “It’s an echinacea. It’s good for helping with alleviating the symptoms of the common cold. This flower is currently locked in a spell that keeps it inside this paper, so it should stay fresh for as long as the paper itself is not damaged.”

She put it back into its envelope and hoofed it over to me.

Taking it, I put it inside the letter’s envelope. I put both inside my saddlebag. “I did say I wanted to revisit the Marewaii Islands. Anything else?”

Jali shook her head. “No. That’s everything. If you are heading out into the wasteland, do put on the armbands that Velvet sent you. It will mark you as a friend of the Follower of the Apocalypse. Many of our members have ventured out into the wasteland to aid those in need, so you may come across them in your journey.”

Jali looked over at Harp. “You too. A smart mare like you can do a lot of good if the right pony seeks your help. That armband should at least help in that.”

Putting back on my stabletech jacket and Desperado vest, I made sure to also attach the follower armband on as well. I gave Jali a friendly nod as I did. “Take care,” I told her.

“I’m over two hundred years old. I should be the one telling you that,” she said with a chuckle.

Leaving, we made our way back to the Smuggler. We found Live and Dead Axle waiting for us. Harp quickly trotted up to Dead and gave her a hoof bump. “So where’s the bike?” Harp asked.

Dead gave an annoyed huff as she answered, “Our bitch of a mother took it. Said were too stupid to have such a good bike.”

Live trotted over to me, looking concerned. “Heard Star is not coming. Will you two be okay?”

“She’s just staying around a bit longer. We're going to pick her up later, that's all,” I explained. “But shouldn't you two be with the others?”

“We were, but after we finished trading with the Followers, we decided to go back with you guys,” Live answered.

Live trotted over to the Smuggler and hopped in the driver’s seat. “Also Dead wanted to be in the gunner nest.”

“Damn straight!” Dead said excitedly.

Harp got in as well. “Then let's get going before we overstay our welcome.”

I stretched my legs, ready for the long drive back to camp. I knew I was going to do this trip one more time. “Alright, but no back seat screaming like last time.”

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As we pulled up to the Desperado camp, a shiver ran up my spine as I saw Rack End waiting for us, sitting on the Lone Wanderer.

“Bitch probably took my bike out for a joy ride,” Live grumbled.

“Our bike, sis,” Dead loudly corrected from the gunner nest.

Rolling to a stop, Rack End left the bike and trotted over, smiling pleasantly at Harp. “Miss Harp, Elder Big Papa has a few things to go over with you. Things like organizing ponies and who were going to deal with on our way back to route 50. You're smart and a good talker, so he may be thinking of putting you up as a face. Lucky you.”

Harp hopped out of the Smuggler, smiling. “A natural assumption. It’s also good to know who I’ll be dealing with out there. Last thing I need to do is make enemies of the ponies we should be friends with out there.”

We watched as the further Harp trotted away, the more the friendly smile on Rack End’s muzzle faded to a scowl. “Now for you three idiots, since you still have the Smuggler, why don't you go and clear out the cazador nest north of the canyon? With the camp sending ponies out to scavenge that town and stable, the ponies on guard are stretched thin. Last we need is one of those damned bugs slipping between our defenses and getting into camp. While you're at it, one of you better work on getting me a grandfoal.”

Both the twins balked at their mother and I was just stunned.

“Don’t give me that look. At your age, I was already pregnant with you two morons. I ain't gonna know when I die, and I want to make sure at least one of you can actually raise a foul before I croak,” she scolded her daughters.

Rack End looked up at Dead Axle. “I know you’ve been getting all cosy with the princess. Don’t think I don’t know why. If you start putting ideas in her head about getting the Desperados to change how we do things, then I will personally knock out your teeth. Elder Big Papa wants that mare to stay out of Desperado politics for her own safety. Delicate mares like that are liable to get broken by the savagery of the other elders.”

She turned to me. “And you, stop pussy hoofing around the issue and pick one of my girls. I don’t care if ya knock ‘em both up, but I rather have a stallion around that can do the smart shit and stay out of the way. Last thing I need is them having a retarded foal from some mut raider that got the upper hoof.”

Dead hissed at her mother. “Like fuck are we going to just let some raider rape us!”

Rack End hissed back. “You got locked up in a fucking raider nest where they ganged raped their captives until they broke, then eat them!”

Dead fell silent as Rack End turned back to me. “Before you go and say something stupid, I’ll tell you again what I told you last night. This wasteland is not the Equestria of old. That died long ago, and we ponies don’t have the luxury to be waiting for the best partner or bullshit like true love. You find who ya can where ya can and hope ya live long enough to see your foal have their own foals. So ya. Either get with one of them, or get out of their way. There are other stallions who'd like to take my girls, but they're not going to wait forever.”

Her pleasant smile returned as she passed Live an old cooler. “Take this. It’s got food and drinks since you’ll likely be out there for a while.”

Live took the cooler, looking a bit unsure. “Thanks… Mom.”

“Now git. Git before I have ta beat one of you!” Rack End yelled at us.

I put my hoof to the peddle, wanting to get further away from that mare.

“At least she didn’t have her shotgun this time,” Dead spoke through the Smuggler’s com system.

“She means well,” Live began to explain. “I mean, most of our aunts and uncles are dead. It made her a bit… oh what’s the word?”

“Apprehensive?” I asked with uncertainty.

“Ya. Let's go with that. It’s why there is a ten-year gap between us and our younger siblings,” Live further elaborated.

“You mean around the enclave attack?” I asked.

Dead chuckled. “Ya. Supposedly those assholes bloodied us real good when they first attacked. Unlike down in Redeye territory, the ponies along route 50 weren’t in hiding, so the fucking fly ponies knew where to hit us and hit us hard. They still didn’t know about our old military artillery, but those took time to be brought out. By then a lot of us had been turned to ash in the fighting.”

“Almost lost dad and Tire Fire back then. It scared the shit out of Mom. It made her more obsessed about the family.” Live added.

An annoyed huff came from Dead. “But that shit aside, I don’t like how the bitch thinks having a foal at the age when she first had one as the standard of when we should be having foals. Not when Tire fiver is five years older than us.”

I did the math in my head and almost swerved the Smuggler into a rock when I got the number. “She had a foal when she was fourteen!”

Dead chuckled again. “At least it was with Dad. There's a few young mares who head out on their own, only to come back after surviving a raider attack. Heard some were as young as twelve, but that might just be the elders trying to scare young mares from wandering too far off. Still, so long as the family approves, age is a secondary concern.”

“That’s… horrible. What parents would let that happen?” I asked in shock.

“Very few actually. Mom’s just an exception,” Live spoke up. “There are a few herds that live much further away from everypony else and are known to be more… extreme in their beliefs. It’s hard living where they stay, so we leave them alone. But the elders do keep a close eye on them when they come closer to us. The elders make sure they understand that their rules are not exactly the same as our rules.”

“At least it’s better than some of those incest cults you can find out in the more dead areas of the wasteland. Fucking wasteland ponies got some screws loose, the creepy fucks,” Dead said in a bemused tone before goiing on to say over the com. “So Live, I know ya don’t like just doing what Mom says, but now might be the best time to pop ya cherry.”

“OH FUCK OFF BITCH!” Live screamed, causing me to swerve again.

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Unlike the orchard, the cazador nest here was just up along the side of a cliff with flat land all around. There would be no surprise bugs jumping out from any blind spots here or restrictions on where we can drive due to trees or large rocks.

“So what's the plan?” I asked.

“Take potshots and drive away when they get close.” Dead explained bluntly.

I pulled out my service rifle. The burnt wood on the gun was smooth to the touch, and the hard metal was cool. It also was going to be a pain to shoot from this distance. “Do we have any guns good for shooting at this range?”

“Ehhh, I’ll be manning the gunner nest,” Dead said as she aimed the big energy gun at the nest while avoiding eye contact.

I looked at Live who had a smile on her face. “Oh, I’ve been practicing gun modification. Got some parts too!”

From a compartment in the Smuggler, Live Axle pulled out a duffle bag with the Desperado symbol on it. From inside the bag emerged a Redeye rifle. One of the guns was given to the Desperados before the gun deal happened. It was painted in the Desperados orange and yellow colors and had several junky-looking modifications on it. With the gun were severe gun parts, mods, and accessories, including cans of spray paint.

She grabbed my service rifle from my hooves with a smile. “Just give me a few minutes. I think I have something that might work. I’ll even make it nice and pretty.”

“I don't think-” As I tried to take my rifle back. She just shoved her hoof into my muzzle.

“No. Don’t thank me. You have helped us a lot in the first place.” Live said as she hopped out of the Smuggler and trotted to its back. Following her, I was surprised to see her unfolded a small workbench from the back of the Smuggler.

“When has that been there?” I asked.

She giggled. “You didn’t know? I guess Longslide didn’t tell you about it. Well, it was incomplete when we discovered it, so Crankshaft and the others decided to finish it along with a few other modifications.”

Thinking about it, the Smuggler was made by a gunsmith, so it made sense in a way. “Lucky us.”

For the next ten minutes, I watched as Live Axle disassembled my service rifle, changed out a few parts, and put a few others to the side. She then pulled out her spray paint cans and sprayed orange and yellow flames on the metal parts followed by another can that simply sprayed a clear liquid onto the gun. It quickly dried after that.Live Axle began applying oil to the rifle as she put it back together, all while humming a simple tune.

Finished, my surface rifle now had a longer barrel and the same scope the ponies from the NCRCF used. Taking the rifle off the workbenches rigg, Live loaded it and gave it a few practice shots before fiddling with the scope again.

“Shoot. A bit too far to the right,” she said before doing a few more practice shots. After a moment, she smiled and hoofed the rifle back over to me. “There. Give it a try.”

Shrugging, I trotted to the other side of the Amuggler and placed the rifle over the front of it, using it as a brace. Looking down the scope, I could see one of the cazadors clearly. “Do I shoot the bug?”

“Just fucking shoot it. I got Aeternus ready to blast any bug that gets close,” Dead told me.

Taking a deep breath, I fired.

“Shit!” I huffed from missing the shot, causing the cazador to quickly scurry around in shock.

Watching it moving around in a jerky motion made it nearly impossible to get a crosshair on it. But it soon slowed down, coming to a stop as it looked around.

Taking another shot, again I missed. “Fuck!” I shouted.

This time the bug saw us and was now quickly buzzing our way.

Once again I took aim and fired. I aimed at its large buzzing wings.

The shot landed right where I wanted it to, thus shedding its wing and sending it to the ground. It flailed around in confusion for a moment before getting back onto its six legs, looking quite crossed with me as it scurried at us.

Taking another shot, I hit the bug dead center. I watched as it exploded.

“Well… that actually worked! And it fired so smoothly,” I said in approval as I looked at Live. “What did you do to my rifle?”

She looked a bit embarrassed as she explained, “Just put in a few stronger parts. When I got a look at the service rifles you brought us, I saw that they used similar parts to the preserved old-world gun parts we still had. So I asked one of the elders in charge of our guns if I could keep some of the parts just in case. Since there was plenty, the elder said I could.”

“She’s an apprentice to that elder, and he has a soft spot for her,” Dead Axle said with a yawn. “Sadly we're nothing like the Gunrunners, but my sis will know how to take a gun apart and put it back together so long as she has the parts. That's why she was given that pipe assault rifle.”

“Well color me impressed, you did a fine job,” I complimented Live as I took a closer look at the paint job. It was a bit messy, but that had some charm to it, like a wild flame. “But why the paint job?”

“Thought it should have some flare to it,” she said with pride, “and I rarely get to use that quick-dry spray paint on anything. I also coated it with a sealant paint to protect the gun from rust. If you want, I can do the same for your other guns.”

It was actually nice to have my own personalized gun just like Star had. Something made just for me. “Well, I love it and I would love to have you do some more work on the other guns. The rifle itself looks, well… badass.”

Live Axles cheeks blushed as she grabbed her own rifle. “Well, if you put it that way, it gets me a little excited. Why don’t we unload our rifles?”

Dead gave an amused whistle, “Careful there, Live. You sounded like you said you have a cock.”

“Shut it, slut!” Live growled as she trotted over to me and propped her rifle on the Smuggler.

We then began taking shots at the cazadors that were buzzing around in the distance. We killed a few before the nest finally figured out where the shots were coming from. After that, a horde of cazadores flew out. Murder was in their bug eyes.

The Smuggler proved more than enough to keep distance from the flying bugs as Dead fired at them. The mare hollored in excitement each time she disintegrated a bug.

Whenever the bugs would stop following us after we got far enough away, we would return to take potshots at them. When the cazadors would eventually come for us again, it was Dead’s turn to score a few kills. We repeated this three more times until the nest stopped sending out more bugs.

Feeling daring, we drove closer and let Dead unload a long assault of beams into the nest. We ran away as soon as a bug came out to stop us. This was clearly the end of this cazador nest as it caught fire. Only much smaller cazadores came out to scurry around in confusion.

After quickly finishing off the remaining bugs, we made tracks further away. We found a nice shaded place in the middle of nowhere as the sun drifted low into the sky. We didn’t want to risk any surviving bug sneaking up on us. Hungry and thirsty, we opened the cooler to find soda bottles and some rough-looking sandwiches inside.

“Not bad, Mom,” Dead said as she took a bottle and a sandwich.

I took my share as well. “Never seen food exactly like this before, but that’s been common for me lately, so I’m guessing it's a Desperado dish?”

Live took a bite of her sandwich, squealing with delight as she chewed for several seconds and swallowed. “Nothing special. We don’t get yeast and other soft cooking shit, so we make do with this.”

Dead also squealed a bit before adding to what her sister said. “It is bread made from razor grain, potatoes and other shit from hard-to-grow plants we have to go out to find. As for the meat, it’s got to be brahmin slices. The soda, definitely a sarsaparilla rum mix Mom's kept hidden. She really wants us to get it on if she's giving us the good shit. I can't quite place the sauce. It’s definitely the scorpion mayonnaise we got from the White Scorpions, but it’s a bit tangy yet familiar.”

Taking a bite of the sandwich, the flavor was considerably strong, making my mouth water for more. Other than the meat, it was like a daisy sandwich I would have when I was a colt but with tougher, tasty bread. It also had salty meat. The soda had a strong root taste that blended well with the strong alcohol which helped wash the sandwich down.

Finishing her meal, Live sighed. “I get why, but I wish Mom would stop pushing me so much. It’s just hard, you know. Shouldn't be my first time being with a pony I really like, not just to make myself pregnant.”

Dead nudged her playfully. “Well you can always do it for fun. You have another hole, or I can try and sneak that stuff again to prevent pregnancy.” She, too, then sighed. “Almost got it last time. A bit worried now. I should have started cramping a bit the other day now. You know, right sis?”

Both Live and I looked at Dead in shock.

“Well, now that you mention it, my cycles have been a bit odd lately. But unlike you, I’m still a fucking virgin, sis!” Live said accusingly.

“Ehh... didn’t mean to say that… hu, the booze must be stronger than normal,” Dead said in mild confusion.

“You can’t be serious,” I said, feeling a bit of dread. I took my last bite of the sandwich.

Dead scrunched her nose, clearly thinking hard. “Well, things have been a bit strange with Mom since we went through that whole raider shit with you. Tire Fire was waiting for me where we kept the herb.”

“Mom’s been making food for us a lot lately. Normally she just tells us to get our own,” Live added, her face looking a bit red.

I was also feeling a bit hotter than I should.

Something was clicking in my head, like a pony screaming danger at me. “So… how much does your mother want grandchildren?” I asked while hoping for an answer that was close to normal.

Live giggled. “Since Tire Fire sleeps around with skanks, Mom’s been really pushing us to find a stallion. She even was making some sort of fertility powder… or was it a potion?”

Dead also giggled. “Ya. When she figured out that I was sleeping around, she got all kind and made me some tea. It was from the herb I was trying to get at the time, so I drank it up. Now that I think about it, it was a bit strange for her.” Dead looked at me, her face more bubbly than normal. “The next day she tried to give me some sort of potion. Told me to drink it before sleeping with you again. Something about it makes things more fun. Really weird, right?”

I chuckled as well, finding it kind of funny. “Sounds to me she was making sure you got pregnant. If she would go that far, wouldn't she drug the food?”

Dead burst out laughing. “She would so fucking do that. Maybe all the food she's given us was drugged.”

Live burst out laughing as well. “I know, right? Dad even warned me about eating mom’s food. Said she was having her crazy moments again.”

The laughing from Dead just stopped and dread formed on her face. “You… you tell me that now?”

Live could not stop laughing. “It… it slipped my mind.”

I was doing my best to hold back on my own laughing as I could tell what was happening. “So… so… so this will at least pass, right? Not like it’s making us do more than laugh?”

Dead also struggled to not laugh, but was failing. “The lau… laughter will pass… but it’s just to loosen us up... If I remember correctly.”

The laughter from Live began to fade. After that, she then fell onto me and began rubbing her head on my shoulder. Somehow she smelled good. Really good.

“Ohh… okay. I get it,” I said as I looked over at Dead. She, too, had fully stopped laughing. Her eyes looked into my own with a sense of desire.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed Live away with a hoof, but she just held onto it and began snuggling it. Then Live began crying. “All the stallions were so rude, or cowards. None of them said nice things to me or tried to help me before. None of them backed up their words with strength. It made me so… frustrated,” Live mutters as she held onto my hoof.

Again I looked to Dead for help, but she scooted closer to me. “You know, when I said I lost my virginity, it was a lie. I only got as far as a blowjob before chickening out. I liked him, but his wanting to hurt sis made me hate him. You ... you actually care. It’s not that fake kind of care that’s all about looking nice for others.” She licked my hoof. “I thought, if you weren’t such a pussy, I wouldn't mind getting it on… then we killed all those raiders together.”

It was getting hard to think, but I was at least holding onto myself. Likely because I was much bigger than the twins. The food had not affected me as much. Unfortunately, it still affected the lower part of my body which I had no way to hide with the twins holding onto me.

I felt a tug on my arm as Live pulled me closer. “Fuck off. I found him first. Anyways, you already had your turn.”

Dead then tugged on my other arm. “Ya, so that means I already claimed him. If I’m already pregnant, then that means he’s mine.”

“No! You only say you are. I bet you're lying again!” Live growled.

“Why the fuck would I lie about that?! Like fuck do I want to have foals!” Dead growled back.

Live pulled harder. “Braminshit! You’re just afraid of becoming like Mom. I’ve seen how you baby our little sister. Don’t think I’ve not seen you read those old baby books!”

Dead let me go. The pulling from Live sent me over her. I almost fell right on top of her, just barely catching myself with one hoof.

A low chuckle came from Dead. “You win. You got me.” Looking back, her eyes were glazed over. She had completely given into whatever was in the food. “You can go first,” she said as she rubbed her stomach. “You can go first.”

“Alright, that’s enough. I’m taking you two ho-” I tried to protest, but Live yanked my head into a kiss. Her smell and taste invades my mouth and nose.

It felt wrong, like I was dancing to some other ponies tune. But to say I didn’t like this would be a lie. If the twins liked me this much, then why not let this happen? I did like them too. So maybe giving in wasn’t such a bad idea. Who knows when I’ll get an opportunity like this again? With my luck, something bad was bound to happen to me.

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-Relationship-

Live and Dead Axle are now considered Slowtrot’s lovers.