Fallout Equestria: Craster's Stable

Through here lies the door to adventure!

That was what the sign read above The Door. Stable 143 had many doors. But there was only one 'The Door'. It was a massive, reinforced steel behemoth of gate, designed to withstand the Mega Spell detonations of Great War. A mare operated the controls and the airlock cycle began. The room vibrated and shook and something moved and clunked into place. There was a series of loud noises coming from the other side of The Door, then nothing. The massive hydraulic motors turned and opened The Door.

The door opened into a dark room not much bigger than his bedroom.

"Congratulation, stallion," the priestess said, spitting the word at him at though it left a bad taste in his mouth. She shackled a PipBuck onto his hoof and shoved him inside. The Door closed behind him, sealing him inside. The floor felt wet. And then once it was closed, the outside door opened.

Shining was blinded by the bright whiteness. He lifted his hoof to shield his eyes. He was bleeding. His hoof was bleeding. Or not. But it definitely had blood on it. He realized that was why the floor was wet. It was covered in it.

He yelped and ran out into... the world.

"Hold it right there!" a gruff stallion shouted, pointing something at Shining threateningly. "Gimmie your-!" The stallion's head exploded.

"Shining?" somepony called out from behind some debris. "You didn't waste any time huh?"

"Spearhead?" Shining was still having trouble seeing. The other stallion walked closer, holding a similar item.

"Oh, yeah I know. What is this bright thing in the sky and why does it hurt my eyes?" Spearhead said jokingly. Shining looked at the dead pony. "Oh him? A raider camping out for dwellers leaving the Stable. He would have probably killed you. Bad guy. But hey, I'm glad to see you made it out! Welcome to the real world!" Shining's eyes finally focused and he surveyed the desolate surroundings. "Yeah, I know. Looks like shit."

"Another one of yours?" a feminine voice asked. It was a mare that Shining had never seen before.

"Who's that?" he asked. "I thought mares weren't allowed outside." She laughed.

"Shining, this is the real world!" Spearhead said. "There are stallion and mares all over the place! This is Scarlet."

"Ponies call me Scarlet the Harlot."

"Why?"

"Because the best part about being a stallion involves mares!" Spearhead said. "Let me show him!"

"Geez, you dwellers sure are horny," she sighed and flagged her tail. Spearhead mounted her right then and there. His erection vanished into her marehood and they began having sex.

"This is sex! It feels amazing! We can do this as much as we want! Sex it so great my dick still has goosebumps from yesterday!"

Scarlet chuckled nervously.

"I figured it out! This is what old Craster has going on in there!" Spearhead said, looking at the entrance to the Stable. "He keeps all the mares for himself in there and kicks out the competition! The bastard! That should be me!"

"We need to get back in there!" Shining said.

"Oh, no can do, friend-o," Spearhead said, mid rut. "Inside the airlock are automated turrets. Anypony trying to get back inside, it detects their PipBuck, and they get ventilated. In case you didn't notice all the blood." Shining grabbed a rock and smashed it against his PipBuck over and over again until it no longer lit up. He didn't stop until he pried it off his wrist. "Okay, I guess that's one way to do it. But still, why would you even want to go back in there? The Overseer runs everything in there. And out here," he paused as he came inside Scarlet. "We can be free!"

"There's somepony in there I need to save!"

"Who even knows how long it's going to be until they open it again?"

"I don't care! The next time it does, I'll be ready!"

Twilight Sparkle shifted nervously in her desk chair, trying her best to ignore the itch she was feeling in her nethers, and using her tail to keep her new cutie mark covered.

"It's not as bad after the first time," Moondancer said to her quietly. "The first time hurts. He told me it would. The Overseer. And it did. But after that it... it wasn't as bad. And then once you..." Moondancer put her hoof on the small bump in her pregnant belly. "Then at least it's not your turn anymore."

"Moondancer! Please cease the chit chat during class," Velvet said, cradling her own gravid belly with her hoof. "We all appreciate you doing your part for the Stable, but you are still beholden to it's rules."

"Sorry Miss. Velvet."

"Now, as I was saying, one day you fillies will all..." Velvet looked at Twilight Sparkle. "Miss Sparkle, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I'm fine I just-"

Velvet brushed away Twilight's tail. "Your cutie mark! Well, no wonder you've been fidgeting. You must be in agony. Not to worry. The Overseer can douse the flames of that heat."

Moondancer stood up. "Don't make her go!"

Velvet pushed her aside. "You know the rules, Moondancer! This is for her own good. And for the survival of the Stable! Everypony must do their part! Sister Berrytwist? Please escort Filly Sparkle- oh, excuse me. Please escort Sister Sparkle to the Overseer's chambers."

"This way, little one," the Priestess directed Twilight, escorting her out of the classroom. They walked through the narrow corridors of the Stable.

"Is it going to hurt?" Twilight asked. "I heard that it hurts!"

The priestess pursed her lips and swallowed. "It can, the first time. But after that..." She looked under herself as her visible baby bump. "It's not so bad. We all have to do our part for the survival of the Stable."

"I know but... I don't want to. Not with him. But now Shining is gone."

"I'm... sorry little one. But the Overseer's rules are absolute. Colts play outside." They arrived at the door to the Overseer's chambers. "In you go now." She ushered the young mare through the door and it closed behind her with a heavy metal thud.

~

"Come in," a deep, masculine voice beckoned her. "Come in, my dear." Twilight walked closer to the large desk in the middle of the room. The bronze placard on the desk read Overseer Craster. The large chair behind the large desk turned around. In it sat on older stallion with blue fur. His darker blue mane was streaked with lines of grey, and his face was crisscrossed with shallow wrinkles. "Closer, my dear. There's no need to be frightened." Twilight nervously walked around the desk.

He smiled at her. "I trust that you understand why you are here?"

Twilight nodded meekly. "T-to do my part. For the St-Stable."

"That's right!" he said. "Did your Madam Professor make clear what was involved?"

Twilight nodded. "You- you're going to put your stallion part inside my filly bits, and put a foal inside me."

"Now, now, sweetie," he chided, pointing a hoof to her cutie mark. "They are not filly bits anymore. You're a mare now."

"Is it..." Twilight sniffled. "Is it going to hurt?"

"Nooo, no," he said. "That's just a mean old mare's rumor that they use to scare the little fillies."

"Can I... can please I see it first? Your... stallion part?" she asked.

"You certainly may!" he said. "In fact I insist that the two of you will become quite well acquainted! But first, I'd like to get acquainted with yours." He leaned back in his chair and patted his desk in front of him. "Hop on up."

"L... Like at the infirmary?" she asked.

"Yes! Precisely!" he said. Twilight nervously hopped up to sit on the edge of his desk. Her legs were firmly clenched together. "Why don't you go ahead and lie back? It will help you to relax." Twilight reclined slightly, but kept herself propped up on her elbows to watch him. "Dear..?" he prompted, making a small, spreading motion with his hooves. Twilight slowly tried to relax her muscles and part her knees. He put his hooves between her knees and helped her along faster. "Ah, there we are!" he said, staring at her marehood. "Such a beautiful, beautiful flower!" It glistened with the wetness of her estrus. "You certainly look like you're ready!" He leaned closer. She could feel his warm breath on her nethers. "Such a wonderful fragrance! You smell so... delicious!" He licked his lips and moved closer.

An alarm blared, flashing a red light. The Overseer sat upright and snorted in frustration.

"Wha- what's that?" Twilight asked.

"It's just some raiders, darling," he said casually. "The outside world is a dangerous, dangerous place. That's why you mares must stay inside the Stable, where it's safe."

"But what about the colts?"

"Colts play outside!" he said, a bit louder than he meant to. The anger that flashed across his face vanished just as quickly. He cleared his throat. "Colts do their duty by going out and protecting the Stable from the raiders." He leaned over and silenced the alarm. "Now, where were we?"

Twilight glanced over the edge of the desk and squeaked when she saw the shaft emerging from his sheath.

"Ah. I see you've noticed the effect you have on me," he said. He stood upright and presented himself to her. He put his hoof on her shoulder to lay her down flat on the desk. He leaned over her and laid the full length of his dick on her belly. She looked down between them at where the tip of it ended, well above her belly button. "Now brace yourself, my dear. I'm going to put this inside you now."

He stood upright and held his shaft to aim it at her marehood.

The ground trembled and a second alarm blared.

He backed away and turned around to look at his monitors. "Fuck!"

"What's wrong?" Twilight asked.

"Stay there!" he ordered. He grabbed the intercom. "Priestess! Give me a sit rep!"

A tinny voice crackled out of the intercom speaker, "There's been a breach!"

"Then fucking SHUT IT!"

"We're trying t-" the voice on the other end turned to static.

~

Without their PipBucks to trigger the automated turrets, Shining and several other free-stallion un-indoctrinated and rallied the latest batch of colts to charge back inside and scatter the security priestesses. Amid the commotion, Shining slipped away. With the rest of the security detail focusing on containing the breached door, he had a clear path to the Overseer's office.

~

The Overseer shouted into the intercom. "Give me a sit rep! Priestess! What's the situation!?"

Another loud, metallic bang and the handle to the office door broke off. The door creaked open on rusty hinges and the silhouette of a stallion with a crowbar stood in the frame.

"I'm your situation, Craster!" he said.

The Overseer slowly stepped out from behind the desk, never letting his eyes off the other stallion.

"Now you listen here, and you listen well... I built my legend killing hundreds of raiders just like you. I survived them. And I will survive you!"

"I am no raider."

Twilight squinted at the silhouette. "Shining!?"

The Overseer looked closer at the stallion's shirt, with the bold 143 printed across it. "Ah, a local..." His lips peeled back. "Colts play outside!"

Shining flourished the crowbar and rushed at him. The Overseer's horn glowed and the pre-war baseball bat flew from it's display on the wall. The older stallion easily parried Shining's telegraphed attacks. He spun and cracked the bat across Shining's back with a solid strike. Staggered but undeterred, Shining recovered and turned around to swing the crowbar. The Overseer's bat threaded Shining defense like a pool cue, getting him square in the forehead. Shining saw stars and tumbled onto the floor. The iron crowbar clattered on the floor beside him. The Overseer pinned him down under his hoof and grabbed Shining's crowbar, pressing the jagged end against his neck.

The Overseer almost smiled. "Oh, I recognize you now. You're one of Velvet's colts!"

Shining spat, "Fuck you, Craster!"

"Craster's been dead for decades! I'm Night Light. My grandfather killed him with his bare hooves. My father killed him just the same. And I killed my father with this very bat! So if you think I didn't see my own son's little coupe coming, you better think again! There's only room for one stallion in this Stable!" He raised the crowbar up for the killing blow. "And colts... play... outs- GAGH!"

Blood sprayed out of Night Light's neck. Twilight had pounced onto his back and stabbed him through with the letter opener from his desk.

Shining rolled Night's body off of him and stood up. Twilight rushed over to hug him. "Thank you! Thank you for coming back!" She kissed him. He kissed her back.

"I made it! I made it!" Spearhead yelled as he ran in. "Oh shit! Is he dead!? You killed him! Dude! We're free! All these mares in here! We can have all of them!" He grabbed Twilight.

"HEY!"

"Relax, dude, you can have your turn next!"

"Shining!" Twilight cried as Spearhead climbed on top of her. Before he even realized it, Shining had grabbed the letter opener out of one pony's neck and jammed it into another. Spearhead's dying eyes looked at him, filled with betrayal. Shining shoved him off of her.

Twilight ran into his hooves again, saved for the second time in as many minutes. They fell together onto the old desk and she looked up into his eyes. "I was scared, before," she said. "I thought I was scared because the first time would hurt. But... It's okay if it does. As long as it's with you!"

The scent of her estrus was more than enough to get him to rise to the occasion. Shining's wasn't any smaller than his father's. But Twilight looked at it with excitement more than fear. She laid back on the desk. He was gentler than she expected. It didn't hurt as much as she had feared. And when she felt him finish inside her, she knew what it would mean. But she felt pride now, where once was dread. Pride to do her part for a Stable that she could call hers.

Velvet arrived ahead of the other priestesses. She looked in horror at Night Light's dead body, and then at her son, cumming balls deep inside his sister.

"Shining, what did you do!? You killed the Overseer!" Velvet cried, kneeling beside the dead stallion. "Night Light! My brother! He saved me from our father!" Velvet held her gravid belly. "He was the father of all our foals!"

"Not anymore," Shining said, looking over at Twilight, placing his hoof on her belly. "We all have to do our part for the survival of the Stable. Especially me, now that I'm the Overseer."

Velvet blinked back her tears and nodded. "What is your command, Overseer?"

Several other mares arrived. Shining could smell the scent of their fertility. "There can not be competition among males." Shining said as he looked at the dead stallions on the floor with cold indifference. "There is no place for violence in the Stable. The Stable is a place of order." The mares nodded in agreement. "Therefore..."

Shining trailed off as he walked around behind the desk, looking at the monitors on the wall. The other mares had finished securing the Stable entrance, bringing the turrets back online. He ran his hoof over the luxurious chair, before sitting in it, finding it to be quite comfortable.

"... Colts play outside."