Light's magical Fallout adventure
Light made her way through another dusty ruin, her purple magic pulling open draw after draw. Unfortunately for her, the amount of loot that she managed to scrounge together was lacklustre at best. A few bottle caps, some.36 ammo.
She had been out of the vault for about a week now, and she had not even managed to scrounge herself together beyond a basic set of reinforced vault armour. She had been lucky in finding the Wasteland survival guide, no doubt a lot of her friends who had escaped the vault were already dead.
She considered herself lucky, yet since finding that guide on a dead raider, she had not had a single good turn of luck since.
It didn’t matter much however, she was just glad to have her health, and to have made it this far. The bad times could not last forever, and she knew that sooner or later she would have a good turn of luck, find herself a better weapon and a place to settle down.
She swapped out the ten millimetre pistol for her.36 pistol, there were no really dangerous foes in these ruins so far, and she didn't want to waste the higher power rounds dealing with rad roaches and other things that weren't threats, even with the crude armour she was wearing.
She pushed open the next door and stepped inside, her blue eyes scanning around the room in an instant, it appeared to be an office, and she was just in time to see a radroach leaping towards her.
Light activated Stable Assisted Targeting Spell(S.A.T.S)
Almost instantly, time slowing to a crawl as she locked the spll onto the rad roach.
The gun roared once, smacking the radroach right between the eyes and sending it to the back wall, the second shot ripped through the air, the gun roaring again, bringing the radroach to a stop.
Another one scuttled from behind a desk and she turned in an instant, activating the spell again, another two shots rang out and bought that bug to a stop.
The gun barrel let out a thin trail of smoke as she used her magic to pull open the cylinder, pushing out the empty shells as she prepared to load in fresh ones. She felt like one of those old cowboy bounty hunters from the stories.
A horrible buzzing sound filled the air just as she was getting the fresh rounds form out of her saddle bags. A creature she had never seen before floated up from behind the desk.
It wasn't in the wasteland survival guide either, it looked like a fly that had grown to hundreds of times its normal size and had been horribly warped into a horrific, gut wrenching horror.
She locked on S.A.T.S again, but she did not have enough charge left in it to fire off another shot, she would have to take it manually.
As she dropped out of the spell, the bug darted about and made a horrible noise as it sent something through the air towards her that thankfully missed and hit the wall behind her as she stared down the sights and pulled the trigger.
The gun roared again, the bullet hitting the bug through a small slice of skill and a large helping of luck.
It wasn't enough to put it down however, and it begin to bob around more erratically as it stared at her with its soulless compound eyes.
She went to fire again, her eyes narrowing down the sight as her magic pulled the trigger.
Click.
In the panic, she had scattered the fresh rounds all over the ground. Unlike a six shooter, the 32. Pistol only held five rounds! She cursed to Celestia in her mind as the bug made another horrible noise and then sent another projectile shooting towards her.
She would have been hit squarely in the face had she not raised her hoof and blocked just in time. She felt dozens of teeth punch through her armour and hook themselves into her flesh, causing her to cry out in pain as she ripped her 10mm pistol from her pack and put the bug down with a half dozen thunderous shots, she likely didn’t need that many, but with the pain she was in, she didn't€™t care.
The bug went down and she tried to pull the projectile from her hoof. It looked like a long, white worm with a pointed head, and she almost vomited at she watched its tail wiggle about wildly, before she got a firm grip on it with her magic and ripped it free, tossing it to the ground.
There was a hole the size of an orange in her hoof, a ring of puckered flesh that begin to bleed through her barding almost instantly. She took a healing potion out and bit down on it, tipping her head back and greedily guzzling down the healing fluid.
It took a few moments to start working, but she watched as the miricle fluid begin to close the wound up. Within a matter of seconds it was closed up, the fur had grown back, and it was impossible to tell that there had even been a wound there in the first place.
Damn, she fucking hated the wasteland. There was always another deadly situation or creature to be thrown at her.
Still, it could have been worse. At least it hadn’t been a diamond dog or alicorn. Light wound her way between the desks, and found herself before the corpse of the horror that had just fired live worms at her.
Suddenly, her stomach turned, and this time she had no way of stopping it, turning suddenly to the side as she emptied her lunch all over the ground. Bile burned at the back of her throat and made her eyes water.
Looking at it again had been a mistake, it still made her skin crawl thinking about what had just happened, and she quickly moved out of the office and back towards the exit of the building.
The wasteland was harsh to those that did not bend to its rules, she had learned that on her first few days outside. You needed to watch your back at every turn, trusting people was a huge risk that was not normally worth taking, you looked out for yourself and tried your best to avoid taking stupid risks.
Surviving was not all that hard as long as you tried to keep that advice in mind, mainly it was other ponies that posed the most risk to you, of course there were monsters such as Diamond Dog’s that needed worrying about, but most established survivors seemed to die as a result of discord with other ponies or raiders than Diamond Dog’s.
She mentioned all of this because right now what she needed was a doctor, and that meant going into a town and finding one. For a stable dweller such as herself that was going to be incredibly difficult, and she needed to find some way to disguise herself before she even thought about doing such things.
Her insides felt wrong now. There was something off about them, she could not quite tell what, but it was if they were Wrong somehow. As if they did not belong inside of her. It had only been an hour since the attack, and she was already certain that there was something off.
A doctor would be able to help, the nearest town was only two and a half days away, if she pushed herself, she could make that without issues. Unfortunately, she had spent the entire day digging through old office buildings attempting to find supplies, and that had worn her out.
It was a good idea to stop before she went marching herself straight through hell, her hooves were feeling heavy and her body was starting to feel weak. She had a few cans of food, so she found a half decent ruin to rest in. There weren’t any raiders at least.
She broke apart one of the desks to start a fire, then cooked herself a meal of beans and whatever other things she had managed to scavenge. A warm meal was not to be underestimated, and it always made her feel better. She had been shocked to find that the art of cooking had been lost to so many.
Even though she was not that good of a cook, eating something warm was the highlight of her day, and she barricaded the door shut before curling up on her bed roll to sleep.
Her sleep was not peaceful. She awoke in a start to find herself burning up from a fever. Her cream fur was drenched and her bright red mane was plastered to her face. Her throat was sore, her body was aching all over and She needed water.
She weakly reached towards her bag and almost let out a scream as she noticed her belly, it was bloated, and there was something squirming beneath the surface of her skin, something that she could barely feel.
Light wanted to vomit as she stared at her distended belly, the bile burned at the back of her throat but refused to budge any further than that. She was scared, she could see a mass of something squirming and writhing beneath the surface, but she was not sure what it was.
And she did not care in the slightest either. She needed to cut it out, she could feel them moving about inside of her, and she suddenly realized that the reason she was not able to vomit was because they were pushing up the back of her throat!
She tried to fight against them to reach her bag, her whole body felt like it was weighed down with lead weights, and her brain was currently in a hazy panic as she desperately tried to think of a way out of this situation.
Her saddle bags. She managed to pull them open as her throat seemed to swell outwards from a huge lump moving and writhing up it. Moving her bloated form was impossible, but she managed to flip her saddlebags open.
Suddenly, one of the creatures spilled from out of her mouth, smaller versions of the creatures that the fly had shot at her. Her Pip-Buck was lit up with red warnings and text that she was not able to read due to the fact her vision was currently blurring.
She couldn’t hear. Why couldn’t she hear? How long had she slept for?
She picked up the knife from her saddlebag and moved it down to her distended, writhing belly, but before she could even make the first cut, an intense agony ripped through her, like every one of her nerve endings were screaming out at once.
A gargled scream ripped from her lips as she felt them pushing through her eyeballs! Her vision got even more blurry as she saw one of the worm-like creatures spill out of her eyes, just before everything went black for her.
Light could feel them everywhere now, writhing around wildly as they spilled from out of her nose, her ears, her fucking eyes. She wanted to take the knife and kill them all then and there, but the pain was too much, and the knife soon clattered to the floor.
Almost instantly the pain went away.
She was still blind, but they seemed to stop writhing and worming about in her eyeballs so aggressively. And now she could feel them in her cunt, they had infested her womb as well, and tears begin to spill down her cheeks as she hopelessly sobbed, feeling them writhe their way across her sensitive vaginal walls to try and spill from out of her snatch.
Her rubber suit had been torn to bits by her transformation, but some of the suit was still tightly clinging to her teats, which began to swell outwards slowly, filling her with an intense sense of pleasure.
Those tits swelled outwards and begin to leak milk that dribbled down the inside of her legs as she groaned out.
And this felt better than anything she had ever experienced before. Before every single one of her nerve endings had been screaming out in pain, and now they were doing the same but with pleasure. Her eyes rolled up as she gave a defiant gargle, feeling the worms as they violated every inch of her.
She couldn’t see. She was scared, terrified even, and yet she soon began to moan like a whore when the waves of pleasure hit her like a storm. Several orgasms ripping through her at once and sending her to heights of pleasure that she had never thought possible before. Her hooves frantically dug at her sweat drenched bedding as her snatch dripped and squirted all over her bedding, several of the creatures being ejected in the process.
The orgasms made her feel good, and she felt the fear that she was feeling slowly begin to melt away. It was the parasites, she knew it was. She should’ve fought desperately to hang onto that fear, to maintain the fight that she needed to keep her going, but her body had long since stopped producing adrenaline.
Now her mind was being pumped full of dopamine, sending her to a buttery plane of pleasure as her sight returned, even more blurry than before, but she could make out all the shapes that she needed to, and soon chugged down an entire canteen of clean water.
With shaky hooves she found the remaining cans of food and ripped them open, consuming the contents within as she felt the brood within her squirm wildly and send even more pleasure tearing through her, eyes rolling back as she vacantly drooled all down her chin.
It was a good thing that this was happening, she would have never survived out in the wasteland anyway, some foul creature would have ended up eating her, some raider would have shot her, or some other horrific fate would have befallen her.
At least this way she got to bring new life to the waste. The brood inside of her would grow up big and strong and And.. She was being lied to. These weren’t her thoughts. She tried her best to fight them, to stop the squirming brood that she needed to protect from bending her thoughts.
Her name was Light, she was.. She had Stable Stable Dweller? What Stable? She was not…. She needed to protect the brood inside of her, that was her job. No, No! She gave a defiant growl, but all those orgasms had worn her out, and now she could feel herself slowly drifting off to sleep as good feelings filled her.
In that halfway point between being awake and being asleep, she could not remember why it was that she had been angry, her conscious mind slowly shutting down as she slumped down against her bedding, a dopey smile spreading across her face as her dulled eyes failed to make out the text on her Pipbuck:
Perk Gained, Broodmother (Level 1)
The brood inside of you needs a broodmother to protect them! You lose -8 INT but gain +5 STR and +1 AGL when protecting your brood!
Light's magical Fallout adventure
She awoke to her eyesight suddenly being back to normal. Her body hurt, everything hurt. She was barely able to feel the weight of her belly even though it was now even more distended then before, hundreds of her children squirming and writhing inside of her.
They wanted something. She needed to provide for them. Her horn felt weird, her body ached, but carrying her children was a lot easier than it had been.
Her horn glowed a sickly purple colour as she clipped on her saddlebags and prepared to head out. She could feel them squirming about in every single part of her body, and it brought a smile to her face.
Light’s children made her feel good, and in return she looked after them. It was a good trade. She pushed the desk out the way as the writhing mass of maggot inside of her squirmed and moved about in response.
A massive pair of teats swung between her legs and dribbled milk and grubs over the ground beneath her. Her children had flooded every inch of her, bringing her so much pleasure and making her so much stronger than before.
None of the wildlife dared to even go anywhere near her as she slowly made her way across the wasteland. Normally going at such a relaxed pace would have made her nervous, but now she did not have any worries at all, all she needed to do was find some food and make her children happy, those were the only things that mattered to her, and those were the only things she needed.
She found herself in another building, but this time instead of attempting to find ammo and guns, she did not need any of that stuff, the only thing that mattered to her was food and water, which she found in plentiful supply.
The whole world seemed like another place to her, a place that did not matter. The pleasure was so intense when she got to eat that it was like one long drawn out orgasm ripping through her body.
And she did not need to worry about using her brain anyway, she could just melt into the pleasure and her children would look after her as she looked after them, a fair trade where they both got something. Her children were so amazing.
She strolled through several buildings with her eyes struggling not to roll back in her skull, even if her children would look after her, she still needed to be able to see. Time seemed to pass in a blur.
In an instant, all that came crashing down however. There was a gray mare in combat armour that had wandered away from her group for some reason, and upon coming face to face with Light, she let out a scream and bought a scoped .44 magnum to bear in an emerald green glow.
Before she had chance to use it, Light let out a scream of her own and dove forward as quickly as she was able, which was apparently a lot faster then the gray mare had been expecting her to move, because she was dumb and had tried to harm Light’s children! That had been a mistake! This mare didn’t understand, she would never understand what it would be like to have children of her own.
And as Light bought her weight to bear atop the mare, the gray unicorn let out a cry and begin to strike out with her hooves. Light didn’t feel anything, but realized the mare was going to end up hurting her children if she carried on! And there was no way that she could allow that to happen!
Her hoof came down hard and hit the unicorn in the horn, earning her a scream of pain in response, but Light didn’t want to beat this mare to death with her hooves. It wasn’t her fault that she was stupid and had assumed Light was an enemy simply for carrying around her children.
But she knew if she let her go, she would end up getting her friends, or shooting her the moment she turned away. She couldn’t be trusted. Light didn’t know what to do, but in the time she had been standing there, the feelings of rage had subsided and been replaced by a strange feeling of sorrow.
This mare would never get to experience the bliss of having children of her own, and that was unforgivable.
But thankfully, she had just the way to solve that, and this time when the mare opened up her mouth to try and call out for help, Light suddenly dove forward and locked lips with her, which shut the mare up for just a moment out of what she assumed was shock.
Before the mare had a chance to start screaming again however, Light suddenly felt her children jump with excitement of sensing another warm body so close to them. A large torrent of the maggot like creatures squirmed forward from within Light, and with her lips locked so tightly around the maw of the mare in front of her, her children had nowhere to go but forward.
They suddenly forced down the throat of the mare, who tried to let out another scream, this turned out to be a mistake however, as it was not possible to stop the worms and scream at the same time, some of them forced down her throat and begin to wiggle into her body, but a few of them squirmed up and out of her nose, making her gag and convulse roughly beneath Light.
Light wanted to keep ramming her children down the stupid mare’s throat, but at the back of her mind she managed to regain enough control to lessen up for a moment, the mare’s eyes were rolling back in her head and tears were streaming down her face.
This made Light angry! This mare didn’t seem happy for her gift at all, and she pinned her down rougher against the ground at this, grinding her exposed teats against the place where this mare’s own teats should have been, but there was some kind of barding in the way!
Light ripped the barding away, the mare was screaming now and retching in a desperate attempt to force the worms out of her body, but at this point it didnâ’t matter what she did. Milk was dripping from her massive breasts, and she soon pinned them down against the much smaller breasts of the mare beneath her, leaking milk all over them.
Hopefully these breasts would grow out properly into those fully deserving of a brand new mother. Her own were leaking milk like a facet, and at this point several worms squirmed from out of her teats and forced their way into the mare’s nipples.
The amount of pleasure ripping through her body was making it nearly impossible for her to think, the whole world seeming to fade away around her. It was so hard to focus, but she kept going, holding the mare close as she kept forcing the parasites in her, her massive belly had begin to go down, and as this happened, the mare beneath her begin to swell up, her belly stretching uncomfortably against her barding.
The mare’s throat bulged obscenely with each round of the children being forced down it. Her eyes were wide with shock, tears streaming down them as her hooves desperately dug at Light, but already her struggles were starting to weaken, and soon she would give into the same joy and pleasure that Light had
She helped relieve the pressure on the poor mare by undoing the barding and armour she was wearing, stripping her down to nothing more than her fur as her tongue swirled around their mouth, exploring it greedily.
But, the mare beneath her didn’t seem to be enjoying the gift in the slightest, and this made Light feel extremely angry. And with all the pleasure currently scrambling her brain, she was no longer able to contain herself.
The poor mare beneath her had been attempting to draw her gun with magic, and upon seeing it clatter to the floor, she was sent even deeper into a rage. Nobody could hurt her children, and suddenly she knew who this mare was, the Lightbringer, Littlepip. She had heard about her on the radio.
This mare was definitely someone that would want to hurt her children. A deep rage flooded through her like a toxin injected directly into her veins. The mare was still trying to fight back against her. She slammed the mare down against the ground hard, knocking the wind out of her.
She was still trying to fight back, she didn't like the gift at all! This time she raised her hoof high into the air and swung it down with all the force she could muster. It came down like a sledge hammer and shattered their horn into a hundred pieces.
Blood spilled from out of Littlepip’s horn as she screamed in pain, writhing about wildly beneath her. She was a little bitch, and Light was going to turn her into an eggsack, whether she wanted it or not!
She locked her lips around Littlepip’s maw roughly as she sent her children forth. Littlepip’s eyes shot open in shock as she suddenly felt the parasitic creatures force down her throat, and Light was so angry that she did not care for the mare’s safety in the slightest! She was little more then an eggsack for her children!
Littlepip was beating her hooves at Light’s sides, which only annoyed her even more as she slid Littlepip’s entire head into her maw, tasting the blood coming off her horn as her body convulsed and begin to force hundreds and hundreds of the parasitic children into her mouth, nose, and even her ears.
The heroine of the wasteland was certainly not looking very heroic at the moment as waves of desperate convulsions ripped through her, desperately trying to save herself from being stuffed with the parasites. But it was too late to do anything at this point.
Her stomach was bloating out at this point, stretching out the tight rubber of her barding as her hooves twitched frantically and her legs shook and twitched wildly behind her. She had been screaming for a long while, but as the parasites forced themselves into her brain and rewired it for their purposes.
Littlepip’s cunt squirted all over the ground as the little whore was treated to the pleasures that children bought to her. Her teats begin to bloat out with worms or milk, and then begin to leak all over the ground as Littlepip’s stomach tore through her armour, bloated with hundreds of writhing children and eggs.
Light did not stop until she had stuffed the bitch with all the children she could give, spitting her out like a piece of chewed up meat. Littlepip’s head was coated in saliva, and her eyes were wide and broken. She was drooling mindlessly, her teats leaking milk all over the ground beneath her as her hooves twitched and convulsed, caused by the squirming of the beautiful children inside of her.
Light had done a good job raising her children, and she was ready to spread the gift with the rest of the wasteland.
