Fallout: Equestria - A Good Teacher

"Stop fighting if you want to stay alive"

The black silhouette of a unicorn appeared from the darkness. I knew that she would come, and would be ready to meet me. Yes, she had tracked me down. But she could not know that I would be waiting for her.

The pipbuck made a small, barely audible sound, and the targeting spell sent out a pre-prepared attack. The pony staggered, shaking her head as if she had been slapped, and then fell. I caught something strange about her. Her face, it seemed familiar. The locator left no room for doubt, my shot had been damn good. I approached, pushed her shoulder, turning her body on its back, and took a step back.

Blood-soaked golden hair covering half of a snow-white face, a swollen eye with a greenish iris, and an old, already rotting cut wound on the neck. I involuntarily swallowed. I would never have believed that... no, it just couldn't be!

"This is my face!!!"

My heart gave a single, strong beat, trying to help me get going, but no amount of effort was enough to even move. I remained motionless, lying in a cold, sticky pool of my own blood, able only to accept the darkness that surrounded me.

Kicking my legs and screaming silently, I tumbled out of my sleep, finding myself lying on the concrete floor. My wounds were aching.

My attention was drawn to a strange sensation on my neck. Before I had time to figure everything out and feel the collar that was constricting my throat, I suddenly heard that there was someone nearby.

It was dark, only the light smoke from the fire pulled out fragments of the surroundings in glare. Some furniture, a window, and someone's intent gaze of a pair of eyes, in which flying sparks were reflected.

“Congratulations on being accepted into slavery,” said a male voice.

“What?...” I whispered in a sleepy voice, as if nothing had happened.

"You're my slave now, and don't even try to escape. I just have to press the button here," he pointed to his hoof, "and the thing on your neck will send your head to the moon."

I didn't move, trying to understand the balance of power.

"Never try to run, and follow us until we get to the place. If you want to survive. Are the rules clear?"

"Wait, I don't understand? I have to go! I'm the teacher of Stable Two, and I only came here to pick up my sister. Are you a case..."

"Shut up!!! Listen to me, dumb meat! I'll tell you, I don't care who you are or where you're from, I don't care about your personal problems" he was coming closer, I opened my mouth trying to object but I couldn't utter a word, and involuntarily backing away, I leaned my side against the wall and sat down, "you're mine now! And you'll do as I want, or you'll die and go to be food for lizards. Choose right now, because I don't want to spend efforts on you if you immediately run away and end up without a head like that chicken that was before you. You have a BOMB on your neck! Do you hear?!... you..."

I didn't hear any more. The stream of curses deafened me, I had nothing to say in response, and I didn't want to chatter. I felt that my weapon was not nearby, it was clear that it had been taken away. I could try to take the weapon from this pony, and then the detonator from the collar. If only I could distract him...

"...You will do what I want, when I want."

I closed my eyes, cast a short spell, emitting a flash of blinding light (this was supposed to disorient the enemy), and then concentrated on the device, trying to pull it away, when suddenly a heavy hoof crashed into my face, " Why isn't he blind?!" The blow knocked me off my feet and wincing in pain, I fidgeted with my legs in an attempt to get up.

"You bitch! Come here. I'll pet you now."

Another blow landed on my forehead, just below the horn, causing sparks to flash before my eyes. I opened my eyes, shielding my face with my front legs, tried to use magic on the blurry spot in front of me, and received a blow straight to my wounded shoulder.

I screamed out loud, falling into the depths of hell. Barely recovering from the nightmarish burst of tearing pain, I was choking from a new wave of blows. Finally, I had no more strength to scream. Sobbing softly, I curled up in the corner, begging Celestia for this to end.

Something snapped on my horn, and the whole world at that moment distorted, rose up and washed over my horn in a wave that drowned out all free thoughts. However, the prayer was apparently heard, and the beatings ended. Pressing myself against the wall, I was shaking all over, and looked at the pony who had power over me. He could say anything now, and humiliated, I would submit.

"Now you have a new jewelry and don't even try to take it off. Now try to surprise me with your tricks."

Yeah, he said the same thing about the collar.

I closed my eyes, lowered my head to the floor, fighting off a wave of nausea. My thoughts were completely empty, a black silence, broken only by the complaint of the places I had hit. I stopped feeling what I saw in front of me with magic, and immediately blinked, but the image remained the same. The spot of the fire was inaccessible to me. I looked at it, and I could not feel it with magic, touch it, feel it. All free magical thoughts ended with an oppressive sensation in the place where the iron ring had bound my horn. It was as if I had gone blind, and this was much worse than losing my glasses.

"Do you need this?"

I heard a ringing sound and stretched my leg forward. Feeling my glasses, I tried to take them, but I managed to do so only on the third try. Throwing them on my face was also not easy. I fiddled for at least five minutes, afraid that the pony who had captured me would get angry again because of my inept handling of the hooves. My fussing could irritate him, but the stallion simply sat down near the fire and put some garbage there. It smelled of burnt rubber.

A cigarette flickered in the darkness, and then I noticed the second stallion, who had been silent all this time. He came up to the fire and muttered something, sitting down next to me. Then the first one stood up, took some kind of rifle off his back, and walked off into the darkness.

It became quiet. The sleepy bandit looked indifferently at me, then at the fire.

I spent the next half hour thinking, trying to figure out how I got myself into this mess. The satisfied face of the stallion from the trading wagon immediately came to mind. Oh, how cleverly he twisted his tongue, how harshly he sought benefits for himself, and how easily he ordered me to be removed. An extra witness to his personal affairs. It was not hard to guess that these two found and curbed me on his tip.

I looked at the pipbuck with heavy eyes. It was the middle of the night. With everything going on, namely two thugs and an explosive thing around my neck, the smartest thing to do was get some sleep.

But sleep did not come. It was cold. The concrete floor was sucking the life out of me. I looked around and found a piece of wood in the corner of the room, pushed it closer to the fire and lay down. I needed to sleep. Tomorrow I would think of something...

The booming roar of gunfire shook me out of my sleep.
"Window! Window, bitch!"
The slave trader stood in the doorway, throwing his weapon somewhere into the darkness. There was a crunching blow, and a piece of something smelly fell at my feet. The brute partner raised a heavy hammer, preparing to strike again, but everything seemed to be quiet, and there was not even a wind. Suddenly, I felt some kind of rustling, thin fabric swayed next to me.

I glanced at my pipbuck and oh my! Someone's red mark. And that someone was standing right in front of me!!! I suppressed the urge to scream and only backed up a little, touching the barrel with the extinguished fire with my front hooves, moving away from the supposed enemy again and again, until I finally found myself under the window, standing almost right next to the big guy with the hammer. Frightened, peering into the darkness, I felt someone's gaze on me.
"There's someone there," I whispered, and the next second there was an incomprehensible cry, low and hoarse. Someone was running quickly straight at me. The big guy pushed me away, lunged forward, then again, again, continuing to parry and strike, fighting with someone invisible.

A bright flash and the roar of gunshots deafened me. I fell to the floor, clutching my ears.

"A tenacious creature," one of the men's voices came through the ringing, cutting into the ears with pain. "Okay, everyone, get up! In waltz time! Let's go!"

"What's going on? What was that?! - I started to speak, coming to my senses."

“Google, baby, google-google-google,” replied the slave trader.

“Maybe we should stay here?” I suggested.

"If you want to “see” ten more of these, you can stay."

I'd seen ghouls before, but... that was the point, I'd seen them. It was all too weird, but I didn't want to ask any more questions. These two didn't need to shove me in the rump with a hammer or threaten to kill me to get me to obey.

As we were going down to the first floor, the thug and his friend were whispering to each other. I managed to make out only part of what was said, and it seemed that the first one was complaining about the "cadavers" for having to leave the parking lot.

"...daylight reminds them that they were once ponies. They sit in their holes, coming out only at night. We'll make camp when it gets light."

"I'll explain again: We have no food. Especially for you." I looked at him with a sad, tired look. "However, there is something. Here, take a sip."

The stallion handed me some kind of flask and I hurried to drink. It was something sour, with a slight taste of alcohol, but I didn't want to drink anymore, and I even got some strength.

"What is this? An alcoholic tincture, or... no, is this really wine? Where did you get it?"

"You're being too smart, teacher. Now, who are you without your glasses?"

The slave trader pulled the glasses off my nose with magic, threw them on the floor at my feet and burst out laughing.

"Hey! Give it back!.."

"What? Give it to you? Oh, this? Oh, I'm sorry, they seem to be broken. Can't you see?"

"It's not true! Just give them back to me!"

I could only see a dark spot floating towards me, but instead of moving towards the floor as it should have if it was going to hand me the glasses, the blurry figure raised one limb.

"N-no please!.."

I covered my face with my legs, but the blow didn't come. The frame creaked, the lenses crunched and burst.

"What are you doing? What have you... what have you done?! You idiot!!! How am I... how am I going to walk with you now? I can't see a discord without my glasses!"

"Oh, don't worry! You'll be on a leash."

And so it happened. In addition to the collar on my neck, there was now also a rope. More importantly, the world now looked like a drawing by an inept artist who forgot to draw the most necessary details of the environment, and in general, I began to navigate mainly by touch and hearing. Wonderful. What will happen next?..

We were walking all the time. I had time to think about my bad and not so bad actions. I won't say that I judged myself, everything was exactly as it was, it simply couldn't be any other way. However, what happens next depends entirely on me. It was important to understand this as soon as possible, and I was probably late.

The bandages on my shoulder and side were completely worn out, and there had been no bleeding for a long time. The wounds hurt a lot and I had to pay for every step.

I pulled the bandage off my shoulder and shuddered. The sickly greasy, iron-like smell of decaying flesh and blood hit my nose and mouth, making it hard to breathe.
Where there had been a small jagged wound, a purulent abscess had formed, covering my entire shoulder. I peeled off the dried fabric of my teacher's uniform from my side, and my situation was no better there.

I winced in pain and horror and screamed in despair, feeling the nearness of death. A little more, a day or two, the process of tissue necrosis would be unstoppable, if it could be stopped at all.

The scream attracted the attention of my friends. I can't say that I expected their help, that I counted on help at all. I could only pray to Celestia and ask her to save me. The stallions surrounded me and began to examine me. One of them kicked me at first, as if to say, go ahead, but the other did something different. He took out... a knife? My knife? Whiskey... and immediately got me drunk.

Great, in any situation - get a girl drunk and the situation will improve, no matter how bad things are.

"Lie down and don't move, it will hurt."

It hurt. As he worked the knife on my shoulder, scraping away the swollen, rotten flesh, it hurt far more than when I was wounded, because the pain lasted a long time and I could not stop it. The blood began to flow again. Precious scarlet drops dripped onto the sand. However, I did not resist, only occasionally twitching when he went too deep. When he was done with my shoulder, the stallion burned it with strong drink.

"Do you like to fry fillies? Don't forget to salt them..." his friend quipped.
"Oh, shut up," he muttered, cutting off the fused pieces of fabric.

Having finished his work on my side, he cauterized it with alcohol, and then took a bottle of light raspberry nectar from his bag and gave it to me to drink.

"Healing potion!"

Magically, the wounds began to grow fresh flesh and skin, blood vessels lined up like branchy trees, and I felt more than saw that the wounds healed almost without leaving a trace.

It was a victory, a salvation. But was I saved from everything? It wasn't hard to guess that they needed me alive and well, otherwise no one would pay for me. Something had to be done as soon as possible, before we reached the "place".

"Let's go here, it's faster."

Go through a minefield, or a military base captured by raiders? Why not! Although, to be honest, I would go the long way to avoid both. As much as I wanted to stay away from the two-meter poster with the bloody inscription "WELCOME FRIENDS " , it was not me who decided the issues here, and I was unable to convince the stallions to avoid this place at all costs. Although if you think about it, they are cool conquerors of the wasteland here, so let them sort it out.

I was walking on my favorite leash, and almost nothing depended on me now. That is, that's what I thought until a stone got under my hoof, and then another. That if I kicked it hard, maybe I'd hit some mine, it would explode and... more mines would explode. Maybe it would even kill one of us, or attract the attention of the raiders from the base. Maybe no one would pay attention, or maybe... They'd catch up with us and... no. Stupid. Stupid, teacher. Think with your head!..

I didn't have to think long. A shot rang out. The bullet whistled right next to me. Then several more.

"What?! How did they notice us?"
"Run! Turrets, idiot, turrets! They were broken for all 200 years! Have they really been restored?!"

We were running. Through a minefield. Under turret fire. Oddly enough, the edge of the minefield, the edge of the ravine, was already very close and none of us were even hit, but suddenly there was an explosion. I was pushed and knocked off my feet. One of the slavers was lying in a heap on top of me. He was torn and sticky. Dead.

The rope yanked me around the neck, pulled me out from under the remains of the pony, and in a few jumps we found ourselves in the ravine. Even if they pursued us, they would have to cross the minefield first.

The stallion looked at me with a heavy gaze, and I looked at him. He, like me, understood what had just happened.

That evening we stopped to spend the night in the middle of the desert.
The fire warmed my legs, urging the blood with its heat to reach the heart, calming my wary mind.
I didn't want to think about anything. I was just tired and wanted to sleep.

“No...” I muttered in a daze.

“What?” the slave trader responded.

“Don’t look at me like that.” For the first time, I felt small and embarrassed. “What do you want from me?”

"Sex."

"What?" I looked at his dirt-stained tail, at the strange knot-shaped mark, at his strong legs. Brown eyes in a stubbly dusty face looked me up and down with dirty lust. "No... No! We can't... I... you don't..."

He looked at me puzzledly. Yes, I dreamed of a relationship, but it was all too wrong.

"We can't, not here! This is not how I imagined it!"

"Did I ask for your opinion?"

The truth is, I was defeated. Until now, my mind was working to get me out of this situation, not yet fully understanding what exactly I was afraid of, and what all this meant to me. Everything became clear now.

There was nowhere else to run, and I realized that I was defeated. The surface, having found itself expressed in the face of this bad guy, won an unconditional victory over me, turning into nothing my aspirations, interests, and this childish, stupid hope for a happy return to a warm classroom, to my beloved students.

This was the end. I didn't want to continue searching for Velvet. I didn't remember how many days I spent on the surface, all that mattered now was the warm pony in the bed next to me.

Did I really fall in love with him right after what he has done to me?

I was thrown into the sea of unspoken pleasures. At that moment, the feelings of guilt about the stolen gun dissolved, the disfigured rotting faces of the dead, dumped on the outskirts of Ponyville, left my memories. The wasteland itself did not seem such a bad place to me anymore. It was wild, yes unbridled and immoral, but spacious, and alive in every sense. Life went on, albeit in a different form, not in our favor, but it flowed in its own stream, fulfilling someone's plan, whether we liked it or not.

I felt the coolness of the earth on my cheek. "How long have I been lying like this?" There was a strange silence around. " He just left?"

There was a blanket nearby, I crawled onto it. It was cold and lonely in the tent.

"Is that it?"

The body continued to shake in shock.

"So, what is next?.."

I fell asleep without giving myself an answer.

"Who are you now, teacher?"

Good morning. Didn't have a bad night last night, huh, teacher?

How, how can I talk to him now?

I don't have time for this! I'm not here to seduce stallions... Even if he's strong and cool... What Discord? What's wrong with me? I mean, what's the point? You should have been sitting in your stable. Oh, teacher, I thought you were a decent pony.

The air was filled with the scent of sweaty bodies, and a quiet wind occasionally blew into the tent, lifting the cloth walls to reveal a view of the empty plains.

I felt confused. It was all so wrong, but… “It felt so good!”

It's true that we should have sorted out the balance of power. We're now one on one, and that changes everything.

We rested in the tent almost the whole day. We slept, ate canned fruits, got drunk... only I didn't drink. While my friend was lying unconscious, I came up with a brilliant idea. When he came to, it wasn't difficult at all to persuade him to take the collar off his doll.

A simple exchange, or a deal... what better to call it.

The guy's name was Frost. Either he was tired, or rather he felt as great as I did. I have never felt a better feeling than this in my life.

The scent of our bodies, drink, and fun hung around me. Only one thought bothered me despite everything: This can't go on forever.

Exhausted, full and contented, I chattered cheerfully about something, bewitching his mind.

Who's captive here now, huh? I smiled to myself.

He took the ring off me. This nasty, rough, cold ring that had been fettering my horn for several days. I was so happy that I almost sincerely kissed him on the nose, emphasizing my simplicity.

"Now I'll definitely have a child!" a naively jubilant thought danced in my mind. But in general, this is a whole bunch of problems. Back. To the Stable. Urgently.

“You’re not kidding?” I whispered, rubbing my neck where the mark from the slave collar remained.

"We're close friends now, right? So, you can consider yourself free, but it will be better for you to stay with me, because that's the only way you can survive."

The stallion that always seemed rough and harsh to me has changed, for some reason he has become soft, a little kind and sympathetic. I clearly realized that life in the wastelands forces him to be the way I met him for the first time. He is the most ordinary pony. In need of protection, or... friends, he needs a girlfriend, not a slave.

That is why, at night, when I finally decided to run away, pointing my machine gun at my rapist, I did not shoot. No, not out of sympathy. He was simply not my enemy . You could even say he became someone I cared about. I saw something good, something of myself in this tired, happy face of a seasoned robber. Maybe we would meet again someday. It was with this thought that I lowered the machine gun to his motionless feet, turned around and left.

Note: New level!

Bonus: Attractiveness.

Nice appearance and good manners? Excellent!

You can get what you need from a pony of the opposite sex. However, you lose all the experience you have accumulated and forget what you needed.