Secret Admirer

by OnyxWorx

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Science Fiction, Crossover, Sex, Fallout, Anthology, Narcotics, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 7946

Steel Resolve, like most ponies in the Wasteland, has her own ends to meet. Her methods may be unorthodox, but she seems to always get the results she desires. Surely her discrete observation can't do too much harm, right?

She's been called many things by many ponies; Keeper of Sanctuary, Terror of Terrors, but Steel Resolve is a mare on a mission. She is also something of a pervert. While nobody really understands why she built the small safehouse she calls Sanctuary, her visitors are always grateful to be inside and safe from the hellish equestrian Wasteland. Steel may keep them safe from the monsters prowling beyond her walls, but there's something off about the titanic warhorse herself that may be even worse. Diligently taking notes where nopony can see, the most terrifying enemy is one who understands you better than you understand yourself.

Published 2020-02-05 08:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-11-13 20:53:19 UTC

Chapter 1: Keeper and Observer

An icy breeze cut through the withered town of Winsome Falls. Wind cold enough to rip into the bones of a pony assaulted the long dead town, howling through dilapidated, decayed domiciles and skittering across the remains of what once was a sleepy town with no great part in the old war. It might have been a sad sight if any pony was around to see how buildings that may once have been strong, even pleasant looking were simply falling apart, nearly two centuries later. But through that dead town nopony could speak of before or after the war, there was still at least one impressive sight to be found.

Steel Resolve stood sentinel at the threshold of her yard, not even shivering in the frigid evening air. With much help, she'd restored a house at the edge of the pre-war town. She'd contracted ponies from the nearby settlement of Lost Hope to help her turn a gutted old building into a home very reminiscent of old Equestria; her project had taken many of the summer months after setbacks and suspicion from the local ponies, but bore the fruit of shelter and a slice of civilization, for more than just herself. Some time after her 'Sanctuary' was established, ponies had even forgotten the odd characters in strange outfits that sometimes stopped by as they worked, certainly nobody in Lost Hope cared once they had access to such a safe haven; who would think twice when a titanic mare offered them a warm bed and security as they passed through?

"You're really just letting ponies stay in your house? Free of charge? No tricks?" Coin Toss asked, cocking her head curiously. Steel looked down on the small group, her grey eyes almost cold. She scrutinized the traders and their guards, a small caravan of six ponies, they'd all come a long way and were haggard even for wastelanders.

"There are rules," Steel answered. Her voice came powerful and strong as thunder, but where a pony might expect such a commanding and booming voice to be gruff or maybe scary, hers was smooth as silk, rich and accented. In fact, her voice complemented her body quite fittingly. Steel was, for lack of a better term, an absolute freak of nature. She stood very nearly three heads higher than Coin Toss, with muscle enough to make a bodybuilder sweat, calling her anything shy of gargantuan would be a gross understatement and yet, despite her beyond intimidating height and musculature, her body had a feminine grace about it that seemed uncanny, she was a massive, strong, and curiously beautiful mare. Patches of her clean silver coat were visible where she wasn't covered by warm clothing, she looked bathed and well groomed! A golden mane cascaded down her neck, lustrous and inviting, smelling vaguely of apples, her tail shared the scent and color of her mane and stopped short of the ground. Really, the only thing that seemed misplaced between her loveliness and strength were threateningly cold grey eyes.

Coin Toss and her husband, Silk Tongue, stood silently as they waited for Steel to elaborate. Every pony sized her up and took stock of her magnificence. Steel just looked coolly at the two leaders of the caravan, letting them drink in her sight a little longer. "First. You will bring no pony or any creature of ill and malicious intent into Sanctuary. I will execute any creature, even a prisoner, that wills the harm of good ponies or the destruction of the old world." as the great mare spoke, her accent became very distinguishable. Her voice carried no small hint of a Trottingham accent, one that only seemed to add to her elegance. "Second, this house is refuge for all ponies regardless of past transgression so long as they genuinely no longer wish the harm of good ponies or destruction of the old world. You will share with the entire good-willed population of the wastes if they arrive simultaneously and you will be courteous. Third, the house will remain intact. Unless we are beset by the hordes, you will do no foul to this divine architecture that will not save your life or the lives of others." Steel seemed about done, but paused and frowned, as if considering something. "Lastly, this is no rule, but a small request. Removed as I am from society, I find it hard to do my work in guarding and maintaining this lovely domicile when I have to constantly return to Lost Hope for the supplies that keep me alive. I ask that you leave a small donation to my survival, if that doesn't risk your own. Food, water, even caps -though they often mean I must trek to town anyway- will do just wonderfully. Ammunition is welcome, really anything that you believe you could part with that might help me maintain this safe haven."

Silk Tongue smiled brightly, proudly displaying his remarkably intact teeth, "Well with such a gracious invitation, who wouldn't share a little something, right folks?" a charming charisma radiated from the stallion, he and Coin Toss had the distinction of being considerably cleaner than most ponies in the Wasteland, they couldn't quite match Steel, but one could barely even notice the earthen, musky scents on them that dripped from so many others. The group nodded and agreed enthusiastically, Steel in turn offered a small smile before her face returned to its cool severity. She turned about and jerked her head in the direction of the front door, motioning for the group to follow her. The caravan, shivering and cold, hurried after her, even at her slow, measured pace the other ponies had to work their legs hard to keep up with the giantess.

All the cold darkness in the world couldn't seep into Steel's Sanctuary. The party silently marveled at the warmth and brightness of the entrance hall, Steel gently nudged the door closed behind the last caravan guard and cleared her throat, gesturing as obviously as she could to the entirety of the inside, "Make yourselves comfortable, there is a master bedroom at the end of the hall, two smaller bedrooms along the way and if you take the hallway all the way and then right you will find a barracks with numerous bunks if you prefer such. The bathrooms do have warm water, be sparing with it." the caravan barely acknowledged Steel's words, it wasn't hard to see why. Hooves tapped audibly on floorboards the color of rich chocolate, eyes fell on homely paintings of families and smiling, proud and happy ponies in snappy outfits, none seemed to bear any resemblance to their hostess, but that didn't detract from the idea slowly forming in every pony's head. Steel beamed behind them, doffing her warm clothing and setting it neatly into a pack on her flank. Clean cream walls were bathed in a soft fiery light from candles in sconces, new and unbroken furniture indicated some sort of dining room just around the corner. Silk and Coin looked back at their host, feeling small and almost uncivilized.

"What is all this?" Silk asked sheepishly, the smile on Steel's face had receded from excited grin to a kind gaze, somewhat marred by piercing grey eyes.

"Home. Feel free," Steel offered, then walked off down the hall, leaving the party to the house. "I'll bother you only a moment longer, I promise. My own quarters aren't accessible from the inside, should you need me, you can find me in the back yard, I have a workshop and bed there." and with that, Steel disappeared around a corner.

"Well, it's... It's pretty, right?" Coin Toss offered, breaking the silence that had fallen over her group.

"Maybe a little too pretty, don't you think? I've seen plenty cons before and this seems too good to be true." Silk said softly, not wanting to insult their host at any volume she might hear.

"Silk is right, we don't know this mare. We don't know what sort of... Weird, enclave-y shit she might pull, cut our throats in our sleep, or... Or at best, what if she expects a massive favor in return? Boss, I don't like it." the party stared at the guard, at least halfway sharing his concerns.

Coin Toss shook her head, "Ironheart you always have a bad feeling about everything, is there anything or anyone you do like? We came this far, we've already had this discussion, guys. We're not the first ponies to stop here and everypony else has had nothing but good things to say. Unless you'd rather spend the night out in the cold, sleeping with an eye open or marching with all our gear while raiders and worse stalk us." She walked up the hall, nudging Silk Tongue's flank with her own, "come on, let's get some rest. I'm sure there are enough beds for the four of you, Silk and I are taking the master bedroom. Oh! And I dibs taking a bath first if it really does still work." Coin Toss flicked her tail over Silk's muzzle just before he spoke, silencing him. He sighed and followed.

"Anybody else notice that chick didn't come back? Didn't she say she had to go outside again to get to her place?" the guard Ironheart muttered, but his voice was low and lost to the caravan leaders who had already reached the end of the hall.

***

Silk Tongue closed the door behind himself as he stepped into the room after Coin, cooing happily when his hooves touched against soft carpeting. The house was nothing shy of lovely, its fresh furniture and smells could almost whisk a pony away from Wasteland and take them to a better place, a place ponies had long since forgotten. Almost, but not quite. Coin Toss had found a mirror and was staring at her reflection, it didn't take long for Silk Tongue to find out exactly why. The mirror was a grand thing that reached from floor to ceiling, minus an inch or two, giving the illusion that the room was much larger than it actually was. It seemed like a cheap trick.

"Ponies used to like having mirrors this big in their rooms?" Silk asked, turning around and hopping up onto the luxurious four posted bed that dominated the room. The foot of the bed faced the mirror and through a half drawn veil he watched his wife ogle herself.

"Well, wouldn't you? This thing is pretty neat, it's like... Well I've never seen myself so clearly. Celestia but I think I've got fat, look at all of this pudge!" Coin toss bounced and watched her body jiggle ever so slightly. Silk just chuckled at his wife, she was definitely not fat. She was one of too few ponies in the Wasteland who wasn't slightly emaciated. It was quite healthy, he thought, that she did have a small paunch in her belly. He certainly appreciated the sight of her plush form and she knew it. "What do you think? Am I the same petite mare you met so long ago? Or am I the pony that ate her?"

Silk snorted and stifled a laugh, then leaned back and scrutinized her. He exaggerated a careful look over her features from the hooves on her hindlegs, up her thighs and curvaceous rump, he tapped his chin with a hoof in mock thought. Coin opened her mouth to speak but Silk Tongue shushed her and continued his scan. Roaming eyes traveled her flank with painful slowness, found their way to her rounded belly, he was quiet long enough that Coin Toss bit her lip nervously as her cheeks flushed a shade of pink. "Hmm... I don't know, why don't you come here so I can decide if there's just more of you to love now."

Coin rolled her eyes and stepped forward with a slightly flushed smile, rolling her hips with each step. "Oh is that what you're going with? Some glorious salespony, I thought you'd sweet talk me a little more." she shook her head and joined her husband on the bed, laying herself in full view of the mirror to steal another glance at her body.

"What could I have told you that you weren't already thinking yourself, hm? We both know you're too vain for that sorta self doubt," Silk edged forward and pressed his lips gently to Coin's. She hummed happily and kissed him back, lingering a long moment before he broke the kiss and lay himself beside her, nose buried in her neck.

"Maybe. Maybe I wanna hear you say how you think I'm still a pretty young thing and how you still need me and want me so badly,"

Silk didn't say a word, his lips curled into a smile and he nibbled on the mare's neck. Coin giggled and replied with a playful tap on his chest. She'd meant for him to stop, but when he gave her another nibble her lips quivered and sang a very different tune. She sighed happily and pressed his head into her neck, encouraging him. Eager to satisfy, Silk planted a kiss on her neck while one hoof worked its way to rest on her belly. Coin rested her hoof over his and cooed her approval, quite loudly.

"Well, I'd wanted to hear it but I won't say no to more of this," Coin Toss said, a salacious and sultry tone carrying her words to her husband's eager ears. She squirmed beside him as he tended to her, slowly turning until she was on her side and he had to prop himself up to give her those loving bites she'd started to crave. In the mirror she could see his eyes were closed, though she felt before she saw his stallionhood slip free of his sheath. His member steadily hardened behind her, following the arch of her back, he groaned and humped against her. With lecherous curiosity she stared at their reflection, was it just her or was something off about the ponies in the mirror? Her husband's eyes were closed, but still it felt like more than only her eyes had fallen on the pair. Her odd sensation faded when Silk Tongue's hoof slipped between her thighs and elicited a pleasured gasp from her, she moaned as the tip of his hoof pressed against her clit, melting any suspicions she had.

"Mmm, didn't take you long, you really wanna make a mess of this bed?" Coin asked, her heartbeat rapidly quickening, she spread her legs and Silk responded by rubbing her moistening puss. Coin Toss closed her eyes and pressed her husband's head down; gently, slowly he worked his way down her body as she directed, kissing and nipping at her as his hoof still teased at her marehood, her body was delightful and full, she was a treat to be savored after all. Silk smirked up at Coin as he reached her breasts, she took her eyes off of the mirror to stare into his and beg him to go on. That was all he needed, his lips curled around one of her nipples and he tugged at it, flicking his tongue over her sensitive skin. She squeaked and stroked his mane, mouthing the words 'good boy' before she looked back at the mirror.

She locked eyes with herself, half lidded, blushy bliss evident in her face. The warm room and soft, luxurious bed, drew her in with comfort that made her body feel lighter than air, a moan escaped her lips, she'd miss this when it was over, she knew it. Beyond the mirror, however, were eyes that Coin couldn't see, even if she could feel them before.

Steel's heart hammered in her chest. Was Coin Toss looking at her? The little mare had looked spooked earlier, had she figured out the trick with the mirror? Why did that make their little scene hotter? The small observation room was a very well kept secret, though inside it had become something of a mess. The notepad Steel was writing in was cast aside hastily, a pencil within marked her last place among the closed pages. Steel was hot and bothered, she hadn't expected them to get straight into sex, Coin Toss said she'd wanted to bath first, for Luna's sake! There was supposed to be more time. Loose notes and pages from days earlier were scattered around the desk and floor where Steel worked, she leaned on the table with one hoof beneath her, stroking something very misplaced on a mare.

Her cock throbbed and ached with need, it'd been too long. Up and down, slowly, carefully she pleasure herself, her hips thrust against air with mounting desire. Steel watched Coin and Silk as they adjusted themselves, Silk pressed his tip against Coin's slick entrance, gliding it up and down her waiting, quivering sex. Damn it, there wasn't any data to collect, Steel scolded herself internally for indulging her desires this way. But as much as she felt guilty, she wanted more. The abuse she layered on herself only stiffened her cock further and brought searing heat to her puss.

Steel looked at the massive metallic chest beneath her desk and stopped stroking herself. She didn't have any lube nearby, but surely she'd be wet enough, she hoped she would... She dove as silently as she could manage under the table and futzed with the container, popping it open silently. She had to stifle a groan when the box, somewhat aptly labeled 'Penitence' turned up empty. She'd left her prized dildo in one of the other rooms. If she'd had just a little more time before that stupid caravan arrived... Her hooves would have to do. She rolled onto her back, cock in her hooves as she returned her attention to the show beyond her mirror. Her timing was immaculate.

Coin Toss's mouth opened in a pleasured 'O' as Silk rammed his length into her. Her delight was soundless, save for a wet schlick audible to voyeurs in the dark, until Silk pulled back. Coin let out a high pitched moan, one hoof darting to squeeze her nipple and pile on the pleasure, "F-fuuuuuck, yes, give me more, I want you to fuck me and make me your mare!" she howled. Silk grabbed her hips and happily obliged, thrusting into her again and again. He steadily built a fast paced rhythm, pulling out until his thick medial ring popped free of her snatch and then forcing it back in and earning a delighted squeak with every stretching thrust into his mare's sodden box.

Steel blushed, stroking herself faster and faster with Silk's increasing pace. One hoof had left her shaft and alternated between pinching the nipples of her small breasts and squeezing harshly on her balls. She ignored the fire in her marehood, her hooves had never been enough to satisfy her womanly needs anyway, but her cock? Her tip leaked more pre with every stroke, dripping onto her belly and matting her coat with its salty, slick goodness. She still whined and cursed in her head, she should be working, her reports had turned up so little already and she.. She... She was about to cum.

Silk Tongue pressed Coin's head into the mattress and bedding, muffling her moans, "Keep it down, love! We don't want the others to hear, do we? You know how Shy Shot gets when the gang gets needy, we need him to be able to walk some time in the next week," The stallion chuckled, his words came as ragged as his breathing. His stamina wasn't anything special, but it was certainly enough for Coin Toss. His wife screamed into the blankets, her vaginal walls clenched tightly around his dick. Steel watched with rapt attention and salacious curiosity as the mare on the bed spasmed with orgasm, her moans still carried through the bedding and played as sweet music in Steel's ears. So close, Steel could nearly feel Coin Toss on her cock, she shut her eyes and let images of the weighty mare bouncing on her member dominate her thoughts.

In her own fantasy, Steel bucked her hips and hilted herself in Coin Toss. Panting and groaning lustfully, she jerked herself off to the enticing sounds pouring from the ponies she'd been spying on. Why did it have to feel so good? Steel was a pervert, a dirty minded, sneaky pervert. Yes! That was it. She opened her eyes and watched the ponies still bumping flanks, the guilt and shame of her perversion driving her on, she was a naughty mare, she should be punished with toys far too large for even her puss, she should be scolded and called out, she thought furiously at herself. "You're wasting our resources, mmf, you hide in your observation d-decks and do nothing but masturbate to ponies you would never touch yourself! Hahhh, yes! Y-you're supposed- ah! Supposed to be gathering data on- Oh Celestia help me, I can't hold it." Steel whispered, a deep and animalistic groan from Silk Tongue was the last thing she heard before she painted her coat white. A hoof pressed down on her balls, squeezing them almost painfully tightly, while the other feverishly worked her shaft. The thickness of her cock may not have been impressive, but she was long enough to have her tip reach her chest effortlessly; Alabaster ropes of thick mare cream jetted from her tip, liberally splattering her chest, throat and face. Even her normally dry pussy clenched around a phantom cock she wished was plowing her, femlube trickling from her snatch. She stifled a deep moan as her orgasm reached its peak. She wouldn't succeed unless she gagged herself, so it was quite convenient to have her dick right there before her face. Her head dove, open mouthed, over her cock and she caught a few receding jets of jizz in her throat. She didn't swallow, just holding her cock in her mouth and taking the rest of her load. Her breath hitched, her hips bucked and drove her cock deeper into her maw, she closed her eyes and finally let her head fall back onto the floor. Her tip popped free with a small stream of mare cum running down her cheek as the world came back into focus. She gulped what cum was still inside her cheeks, then licked her lips clean.

"Shit..." she whispered, feeling her hot, sticky load cool and run down her body, she'd definitely need a bath. She looked back through the mirror at Silk and Coin, they were long done and were curled up into one another, both covered in sweat and a cocktail of their own sexual fluids. Steel had missed the end of their show, how long had she lost focus? She rolled over and dragged herself to her hooves, standing a little shakily.

She'd made a mess not only on herself but in the observation room. Hasty hooves had strewn supplies about the place and scattered the entirety of last week's research, some of which was now absolutely illegible with damage from her semen, but that was alright, there'd be more ponies that would stop by. More studies to conduct. She certainly hoped she'd get to watch a few more ponies engage in their lewd fun.

Steel grabbed the pencil in her mouth as she opened the notepad, scratching a massive line through the header 'SRWL013: North Equestrian Social Structures,' she had a more personal report to write up.

Chapter 2: Caravan to Lost Hope

Author's Note

This is a continuation of the previous chapter we'd written some years ago, in the mean time we'd been toying with the idea of expanding on the setting and developing a short plot for this, meant to include some intrigue and of course more sex. We've been pretty excited to resume work on this and hope you enjoy where we take this.

Chapter 2: Caravan to Lost Hope

Steel sighed and set her pencil down on the table in the observation deck. An hour of cleaning up and rewriting of notes had left her more tired than usual, though that was unsurprising considering the way the "mare's" recent orgasm had drained her.

Coin Toss had, after all, left Silk to go and take her bath, Steel had briefly lost sight of her as she left the room but she very quickly reappeared in the bathroom on the other side of the observation deck. Steel turned her attention off of the sleeping Silk Tongue to quietly watch Coin. Her body was cooled off and her lusts slaked, this time she would have some semblance of self control even if Coin did, after what seemed like very satisfying sex, decide to pursue a little more fun on her own.

The voluptuous mare closed the door behind herself, she seemed more used to the unusual grandeur of the house, but even so she scraped a hoof over the cool tiling of the bathroom, almost as if in disbelief. Then she noticed the 'mirror' that dominated the side of the bathroom nearest to Steel. Green eyes gazed curiously at Steel. Well, she was looking at the mirror, but her intense stare made the titan feel as if she may just see right through the façade. She eventually relented and turned her attention to the bath tub; if not the only, it was definitely the largest she'd ever seen in tact.

Steel's interest in her half faded as she scribbled the last of her private observations into the notepad. Steel's mouth worked somewhat excitedly, detailing her perversions for later perusal. A mare got lonely, writing and masturbation were two appropriate hobbies for somepony posted outside the close-knit living of a bunker. It was true that she was meant to be studying the ponies and creatures she so graciously hosted, but in the absence of data, no ranger back home, scribe, paladin or elder would question how she otherwise passed the time. Especially if she never told them and they would never find out.

The sound of running water drew Steel's eyes back up to Coin Toss. She ran a somewhat dusty hoof through the pouring water and withdrew it sharply, her face twisted into one of exaggerated pain and confusion. Steel smiled around an awkwardly mouth-gripped pencil as Coin Toss kissed herself better. Steel found her reaction oddly adorable, a kiss certainly wouldn't alleviate any pain from the scalding water and yet she seemed to find some relief in it. She tapped cold water into the bath as the room steamed up. Steel grumbled softly to herself as her view fogged up and the pretty little mare became an obscure blur beyond a pane of one-way glass. Steel could only make out an idea of her form as she slid into the bathtub, her chestnut colored coat dipped out of view beneath the brim of the tub. She was about done anyway.

Steel's little observation deck had two ways in and out, both as discrete as the Rangers could construct. Powered suits of armor may not have seemed subtle, but the genius of the Steel Rangers knew no limit and for all their bombastic action they were exceedingly capable when it came to more covert operations. Truth be told, Steel was convinced at first that it was some cruel punishment that she had been sent to this post, but several weeks and the interesting company of ponies passing through had somewhat warmed her to her awful fate.

Steel reached into her saddle packs, slipped on a set of cloth hoof wraps and put away her notes before setting off for the second door in the observation deck, one that would lead directly to her private abode. The door slid silently across as she pushed, fresh bearings and well fitted paneling barely even whispered as the door glided open and she stood facing the inside of a small vault that remained open in her home. Steel dipped her head and stepped through, crossing the threshold directly into her workshop and closing the door behind herself.

The unfairness of Steel's assignment sank in as soon as her eyes adjusted to the barely lit gloom of her real home. She hadn't been afforded the incredible luxury of the reconstruction, her home had still been constructed like a makeshift bunker; cold stone floors, cold stone inner walls and a scrap metal-walled lobby all sucked the joy of the old world right back out of her. Still, it was sturdier than most shacks throughout the wastes and even a cheap Steel Ranger installation could be quite homey with some care. Steel sighed, not defeated but definitely deflated.

One thing that did help to soothe her was the fact that she'd been allowed access to a database containing a good number of technical manuals. It felt a little like she'd been re-tasked as a scribe, but Elder Shortbread and Star Paladin Heavy Set had assured her it was a temporary posting to assess her after her last... Foul up. Regardless, Steel had always taken an interest in keeping her mind active and staying a step ahead of her fellow Rangers, she smirked and entertained the thought that she might know more than most of their scribes. Though, as tempting as pouring over technical data sounded, she still had work to do. Steel dropped her saddlebags beside her bed and donned her battle-saddle as she had every evening; She'd almost become a nocturnal pony, having to keep watch over the Sanctuary. The only way to get good sleep was to get it at first light and wake in the mid afternoon as the last rays of what ponies somehow called sunlight were chased by growing shadows. Then a knock came at the door of Steel's bunker.

"Steel? Are you in there?" His voice came steadily, inquisitively, maybe a little impishly.

"I'll be right out!" She called back as she hurried along with belts of ammunition.

True to her word, she barely kept the stallion waiting, though her countenance must've soured visibly because as soon as he got a good look at her he put on a wounded expression. "Aw what's wrong, Steel? I thought you'd be happy for some company!" the charcoal coated earth pony's face curled into a beaming grin. It was unflattering on such a scarred and naturally angry-looking stallion.

"The Sanctuary is always open, even to the likes of you, Metalscrap." Steel replied, giving him her most gracious smile. Metalscrap was one of the ponies who'd been hired from Lost Hope to help build Sanctuary, he wasn't a bad pony and as far as anyone knew he was a raider well on his way to recovery, but as reformed as he was, ponies around him always seemed to be slightly less fortunate than usual. Still, he wasn't an obvious threat and the ponies in town liked him well enough. His wasn't the worst company to be had, even if he normally stopped by the Sanctuary only after causing enough mischief with his teacher, which led to Steel's obvious next question, "Though one of these days you're going to have to stop getting on poor old Aurum's nerves, he's about ready to have a heart attack if he so much as sneezes too hard. What have you done this time?"

Metalscrap shrugged and stepped aside, slinging a pistol from his barding to his shoulder, ready to join Steel on watch. "Can't a stallion just sneak away to admire a divine example of heroic equinity in his own back yard?" he shut the bunker door behind her and walked beside as she moved on.

"Why yes, surely. Let me know when you find her," Steel snorted.

"Found her."

"Metalscrap, that was your cue to leave, don't you have a job to do in the morning? If you don't need shelter-"

From the corner of her eye Steel caught a panicked look that vanished as soon as it'd appeared. "Okay whoa, hold on there, some scrap may have gone missing and there may have been a few quotas not met for the month which we might have got into an argument about... I'll go back as soon as Goldie calms down some."

Part of Steel suspected he was lying. "There are ponies inside, main bedroom and barracks. Be quiet on your way in." She'd expected him to rush inside for warmth as soon as she relented, but he gave her a pleading look and kept step with the giantess, "What is it, Scrap? I'm supposed to be keeping an eye out for brigands, I don't have time for your games."

Metalscrap stopped walking. Steel frowned and took several steps forward, not wanting to stop for him. He'd stopped by Sanctuary several times since it was built and stayed longer in total than any other pony had. He always caught her in the evening while she was on watch and always joined her and pestered her until she'd allow him to stay at Sanctuary, after which he usually scampered off into the home and treated himself to a short vacation from Lost Hope and his troubles; Metalscrap was like an addict searching for his own escape in the poisons he chose, but like all addicts it seemed that he needed more each time. Something inside Steel gave and she stopped and turned around to look back at him.

Metalscrap was shivering, the night had become icy and snow was starting to fall once more, Steel watched him with growing concern as he stood silently in the dark. Almost a minute passed without either of them saying a word, "Need some help?" Metalscrap eventually said. "With Sanctuary I mean." in the dark, Steel couldn't place the look on his face, but he seemed nervous and the way his voice cracked she couldn't discern his expression as anything but uneasy. She half rolled her eyes, tapping the ground beside her with a hoof.

"You think you could help me?" Steel asked.

"Well I know you get lonely out here. Why not? I could help you look after the house, I'm real useful with both a wrench and a gun," he started listing off all the ways he thought he could help, but none of them, save for company, would be useful considering the proximity of her fellow Steel Rangers. Of course, ponies like Metalscrap wouldn't have known about Steel's support from or even her affiliation with the Rangers. "C'mon Steel, give it a shot, let me take over watch now and then or something. Wouldn't you like to get a good night's sleep?"

"Lonely? Ponies pass through here regularly, I've all the company I could ask for. You can stay here a few days until you have to move on, Lost Hope won't build itself to any fame if its ponies are dodging work or causing trouble."

Metalscrap frowned, "Or maybe it'll get better if we can get more ponies passing through Sanctuary to get there in the first place." he said, Steel could almost hear the gears in his head grinding.

"No! Oh no! No we can't have too many more ponies passing through, there's only so much space." Steel quickly replied. He just looked confused as they rounded the corner and stepped under an awning beside the porch of the main building, covered only partially on its one side.

"I thought you were helping ponies here, why does getting a little bigger sound so awful you need to say no three times?"

Steel cleared her throat and sat down, "There's more to it than just helping ponies and as absolutely charming as you are, you're as troublesome as you are insistent." Steel shook a loose saddle bag from her back and began rooting through its contents, but by the time she'd found her lighter Metalscrap had already whipped one from his shoulder sling and was setting kindling into the fire pit. He lit the scraps of dry grass and sat near as the fire grew to a warming, bright blaze. "And you'd have to give up whatever chems you're on anyway," Steel offered with a mildly annoyed snort. His pupils barely reacted to the stabbing light as he stared at her, of course he was high.

"Actually I'm a month clean as of next week," he offered, only mildly offended.

"Willing to take a test then?"

Metalscrap sat proudly upright and placed a hoof to his chest, "Only if you'll eat my ass when I pass it."

His nasty smirk told her he wasn't joking, Steel pretended to gag and his chest deflated a little, "Must you be so raiderish? It's been over a decade, come now, behave like a civilized pony,"

A chill whipped through the awning, bending the campfire low and separating embers that shuffled off in a whirlwind of dying orange sparks. Metalscrap choked and folded in on himself to fight the freezing gust."I c-can show you raiderish, Steel," he chuckled, his breath hitching with each violent shiver.

Steel offered her own laugh back as she stood, towering well above him, "Don't be ridiculous, your efforts would-" he leveled his weapon at her and her steely eyes hardened on him. He smiled, proudly displaying slightly cracked and damaged teeth around the grip of his pistol. Steel reached out steadily and pushed his gun aside, sighing with relief as he chuckled and simply let the thing fall to the floor, "They are NOT toys, idiot, do you know nothing-" And then he charged at her.

His head rammed her chest, getting a good shot between her forelegs, he almost managed to lift her, too, but her reaction came more suddenly than he expected and she simply pressed down on him until her weight and strength forced his chin to the ground, head buried beneath her incredible mass. Muffled cries for mercy, followed by his incessant tapping with a hoof signaled that he had had enough. Steel smirked and reveled in her easy triumph. His body wriggled beneath her, but she drank deep in her victory even as the warmth of the fire, which she'd come dangerously close to sitting on in her maneuver, stabbed through her clothing and saddle at her hide.

Before long, Steel realised that part of her was enjoying it far too much. She shifted uncomfortably atop him and quickly scrambled to her hooves as a certain misplaced masculine element to her anatomy began to stiffen, Metalscrap withdrew at a speed she'd never imagined possible from him, a furious blush on his cheeks and hers. Had he noticed?

"Okay you win. Fire's strong, back to watch you go," He said hurriedly, eyes obviously scanning her undercarriage, as if unsure of what he thought he'd felt. Steel nickered and tossed her mane, walking off to patrol the dilapidated suburbs around the Sanctuary.

"I'm going to take a walk and look around then, there's no need for both of us to be here, you should get some sleep and take second watch. Metalscrap, don't point weapons at ponies, it's dangerous and impolite. Rude. Yes." She stepped quickly, hooves falling hard enough against the floor to make her passage thunderously obvious, Metalscrap didn't reply, but his hoofsteps were more than clear enough to indicate he was rushing up behind her. Steel turned her head to look back and find out why he was charging when his nose pressed right between her hind legs and squeezed firmly against her balls as he searched beneath her clothing. Steel stopped and slammed her rump down on the ground, narrowly missing crushing the stallion's head.

"You're not a mare!" Metalscrap exclaimed in the sort of hushed whispering that got ponies punished during lectures in a Steel Ranger bunker. His voice was accusatory, reprimanding almost, it wasn't a particularly well kept secret that Steel was a hermaphrodite, it wasn't even something that she'd tried desperately to hide from ponies most days, yet his condemning tone and sudden curiosity were enough to have her a little flustered, among other things. Her tail whipped his nose and her head turned at breakneck speed so she could glare at him. He took a worried step back, blue eyes unsure of what part of her to look at.

"What business is it of yours? I most certainly am a mare! I just... just have a little extra!" Steel retorted, unwittingly matching his urgent whispering. He seemed hesitant, but eventually he settled on staring at her rear.

"You... I don't understand, I felt your cock, I know you have balls! How in Celestia's name are you a mare?" His eyes were locked on Steel, judging, accusing, stripping her out of her coverings until she was naked and vulnerable under his steely stare. Steel's stallionhood steadily stiffened under his gaze, throbbing beneath her winter wrappings.

"I'm a hermaphrodite, you dunce!" A vacant expression washed over his face, the illiterate idiot didn't have a clue of what the word meant. "That means I have... erm... parts of both stallion and mare. Are we done with the biology lesson now? Can we please get back to watch? This is not the time or place!" Steel urged. Even when she turned her head she could feel his stare, it didn't help her condition.

He remained silent as he stepped closer. Steel frowned and squirmed as she sat again, trying to keep her erection from being too obvious beneath her clothing. Then his muzzle nudged her flank. Steel stood and knocked him aside with her hips, bowling the smaller stallion over onto his side. His modest wraps weren't nearly enough to hide his growing excitement, Steel rolled her eyes and turned away, then licked her lips as discreetly as possible. "Can I see?" His question came so casually and innocently Steel almost forgot that he had been a raider in days long gone. Bashfully she shook her mane, walking off with her traitorous body refusing to calm itself.

"We're on watch. Stay focused and be grateful I'm allowing you to join me." Steel snapped, mildly annoyed at his brashness. Annoyance met frustration in equal measure, though, part of her did want him to see her, part of her wanted to be with... well, any pony, it'd been a long time since a pony had looked at her that way and been so obvious about it. Mercifully or perhaps unfortunately, he relented. Steel heard him grumble as he went back to the campfire, she saw him lie down beside it just before she rounded a corner and disappeared into the suburbs of old Winsome Falls. Despite being the routine when she had guests, it somehow felt just a little colder and more lonely leaving the only local pony who'd ever offered help without the promise of recompense.

***

Hours had passed. Nothing but the creaking of old architecture and the cackling of long dead voices that echoed on the wind had stirred in the vicinity of the Sanctuary. Steel stared Northward at the lights of Lost hope, tucked low against the side of a mountain many miles away. It seemed so close, looking from the bus she was resting against, but the reality was that it was simply large enough to be seen on the horizon from a distance that seemed never to close no matter how long a pony walked.

Thoughts crept among the cramped corridors of Steel's mind, her next report was due in a few days. Nothing useful was coming from the investment the Steel Rangers had made in Sanctuary, not directly anyway. Steel's eyes wandered down the dilapidated street over rusted vehicles until they rested on the low fence of Sanctuary, there was barely an hour and a half left of darkness. Ponies would be waking soon, moving. Talking. She needed sleep, too, Metalscrap's offer to help seemed quite tempting in her bored and exhausted state, though she'd likely need approval from the Elder. It wouldn't happen. She shrugged, already having dismissed the idea in her head, then rolled to her hooves and walked off on the final leg of her beat. Hooves fell silently, but it wasn't her usual measured pace that kept her movement quiet, it wasn't the whipping of the wind, she'd slowed down enough that her hooves were just about dragging on the ground. She struggled to find reason to keep her chin up and was almost rewarded with a solid smack on the nose when she'd idly wandered too near to a fallen skywagon, saved only by her slow movement. Her nose brushed against cold steel and she recoiled, jolted closer to wakefulness. This was new.

She blinked in the darkness, trying to discern if she'd ever seen this particular wagon before; she'd walked almost the same route every evening for months, she knew it like the backs of her hooves, what was this doing here? It hadn't fallen recently or at any time Steel might have heard it. She flicked a torch from her saddle on and the beam fell over the long decayed vehicle, scanning the ground beneath, this wagon hadn't fallen here at all, despite the crumpled chassis beneath, the road showed no sign of damage that might have come from such a vehicle impacting it; the skywagon had been moved, but by who? She sniffed at the air and suddenly adopted a more guarded stance, illuminating her surroundings with the torch, searching for any signs of life. Nothing to be seen. Steel's breath hitched and then held as her beam fell on carcass after carcass of vehicles that weren't there before, some of them had ponies within, not living, but too near to it to have been dead very long. They might have been mistaken for living ponies had their necks not ended abruptly instead of extending into bodies. Metalscrap's raiderish cackling echoed from somewhere in the distance, somewhere very far away; had he been watching her? Had she somehow not noticed he'd followed her? Was he responsible for... this?

Steel shook her mane and gritted her teeth, if not Metalscrap, it was bound to be raiders or some other denomination of wasteland psychopath, but who would arrange heads in cars, busses, trucks and wagons? What for? And when? There hadn't been a shot fired in the vicinity of Sanctuary in weeks, Steel found herself wondering if Metalscrap was even capable of something like this. Skepticism of his character and his history suggested that he might be, but part of her really hoped he wasn't. Whatever the cause, she got the sense it would reveal itself sooner rather than later.

Steel was considerably unnerved, so when hoofsteps drew near it was only natural that she bit into the bridle that would cycle the weapons on her battle saddle, she stood ready and facing the hoofsteps but when the beam of her torch fell on Metalscrap his eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks, "Easy, friendlies! Remember what you were sayin' about gun safety and all that? Wouldn't wanna be rude now," Metalscrap joked, clearly nervous.

Steel snorted, then spat around a mouth full of metal, "Heavens, no. Not unless I've a reason to use this unsafely against you," with the light of Steel's torch directly in his eyes, Metalscrap couldn't see much of anything in the dark, but panic seeped into his features. He looked ready to run, or to charge. Steel prayed to Celestia she wouldn't have to put him down, but just then it was out of her hooves. "So tell me, raider, do I have reason?"

Chapter 3: Fresh Meat

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