Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Fifteen

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Content warning, this chapter contains sensitive subject such as rape, abuse, and death. The part will be labeled and can be skipped.

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As I wondered though the manor it really started to hit me how big this place was. Just one floor had at least ten rooms, and each room was almost as big as my home. I was also shocked by how beautiful each room was, and how well cared for they were. It felt like I was in another time, a more peaceful time, one so different from the world I had traveled through.

Despite the relative peace this place gave me, I could still see the scars of the wasteland. Some subtle, like a bit of mold and time worn wallpaper. Others more overt, such as some beautiful wooden furnisher covered in cuts, or a shattered vanity with the pieces put back together.

The emptiness of this place also made me feel uncomfortable.

Margaret then floated over to me, a ragged feather duster in her robotic clamp. "Oh lady Lottery, wasn't the young master, Spell, escorting you?"

"Oh… ahh, yes he was… but I needed some time to myself." I explained to the robot.

She somehow frowned, despite only having an eye to express herself. "Oh that is unfortunate, the first guest in forever, and left alone to wander. I was hoping that either of the masters would socialize, it is unhealthy to stay cooped up for so long. Did you know that this great manor once played host to the Equestria royal family!"

This piqued my interest. "Really, you mean like Celestia or Luna?"

Margaret bobbed in a nodding motion. "Yes, though it was only on rare occasions. But it was not uncommon for prince Blue Blood or his little sister, princess Majesty to visit. From what my old master told me, the Naysayer family had acted as tutors for the royal family for generations."

"That sounds… amazing. How were they, the royals I mean?" I curiously asked.

"Like any other pony actually." Margaret said cheerfully. "They mainly came here to get away from Canterlot. Blue Blood was the royal ambassador, and was tasked with keeping the other nobility in line for princess Luna. A stressful affair to be sure, so he would unwind by talking about better times. As for Majesty, well she was quite a lovely mare, though never talked much about what she was doing. A shame really, she did have such a lovely singing voice, as good as Sweetie Bell I say."

Looking closer at Margaret, I could see the age of long years on the well polished robot. Little dings here, a scratch there, and bits of rust in the cracks. "Do you miss how things were?"

She looked at me with a sense of confusion. "I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about Lady Lottery. Things have always been the way they are. Speaking of which, best if I get back to work, never know when another guest will show up." She then pointed down the hall. "The library is on the left, young master Spell Circuit is likely there"

She then floated off into a room, humming a song.

Following the robots instructions I soon found myself in a room with more books than I had ever seen in my life. It made me hope there were a few picture books here, just so I didn’t feel so out of place here. Maybe one with dresses in it.

At one end was what looked like a small fort of books, stacked high and all over the place. In the middle of the fort was Spell Circuit, again reading several books at once. He was so engrossed in them that he didn't even notice me as I trotted over. The books had some fancy writing on them, but that's all I could tell from them.

"You like to read, don't you?" I asked the obvious.

Spell flinched, clearly startled by me. "Oh! Miss Lottery, didn't see you there." He looked at the book for a moment, then back at me. "This, just looking up some old magic and the history from the time it was made. As it so happens, magic is quite influenced by the culture and values it was developed in. For example you can see how old ponish magic has a tendency to create frost as a side effect, where late Equestrian magic is a lot warmer and sparkles. Then there's the arcano-tech from the war which produces small bolts of harsh electricity, reflecting their lack of interest with side effects and the damage around them."

I gave the stallion a flat, and a bit confused look. "I know nothing about magic, or whatever you're talking about."

It took him a moment, but eventually Spell put the books down. "Sorry, it's become a habit. Margaret likes to listen to me ramble on… or that's what she was programmed to do. From Pentagram's journals, she was originally here as an elderly care robot, for his father Chancellor Naysayer. It seems that my ancestors suffered from a mental illness in their old age, causing them to forget things. It was something that Pentagram fell to as well, along with several others of my ancestors."

"Oh… I'm sorry to hear that." I then face hoofed. "And I'm sorry for, you know, acting like a bitch in the garden, and before that too."

Spell shrugged. "It's fine, I've had worse."

Right, the wasteland is filled with the worst.

Feeling curious again, I had to at least know something. "What was it like… working for Redeye."

He paused for a moment, eyes still hidden behind his mane and glasses. "I never worked for Redeye, I would never work for him. Redeye was the pony who killed my friend, my mentor. Burned off his cutie mark and made sure his name was forever lost."

I raised an eyebrow. "His… name?"

Spell frowned. "I don't know how it happened, if it was his doing, or just an accident, but I can't remember my friend's name. After Tripwire shot me and Redeye brought me back from the dead… I could no longer remember. Of course Redeye saw that as a good thing, and offered me a place with him, but I chose to leave. I had… I had truly failed my friend."

"Sorry." I said quietly, feeling honestly in his voice. It must have been horrible for him, seeing a pony he cared for become a monster.

"Thanks, but you don't need to. It's all in the past now." Spell said as he took one of the books and placed it on the pile. "So, have you given what my father said some thought?"

"I still don't know If I can trust what he said, myself. So I decided I'll ask Tripwire personally." I answered.

"I…" Spell said, pausing for a long moment before continuing. "I have a few things to ask him too."

"Such as?" I asked, but before Spell could reply, the sound of gunfire went off, still distant, but very much closer.

Spell got up, very much nervousness on his muzzle. "I guess you will find out soon."

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Pacing back and forth in the main hall, feeling nervous as I waited for Tripwire to arrive… if he would arrive. I dread to think about what could have happened to him down there, what could be happening.

"Settle down Miss Lottery." Arcane said to me. "I know what you're thinking and if I know my son, he is fine. He knows how to work around most problems."

The old stallion had taken a seat nearby, waiting for his son to arrive like I was. Spell on the other hoof had vanished, but I knew he had his reasons.

After several more minutes I could hear voices from outside, some deep, others more shrill. When the door then creaked open, Grinder and Onyx trotted through, both looking worse for where. They both paused when they saw me.

"Hello." I said as I Smiled and waved at them.

Grinder whistled. "Ya cleaned up well."

Onyx on the other hoof frowned. "Ya, too well. What gives?"

Before I could answer, the familiar voice of Tripwire spoke up behind them. "If this is what I think it is, you two better not touch anything!"

Pushing passed the two, Tripwire's eyes fell onto me, studding me for a few seconds before moving to Arcane. "I see. I had suspected, but didn't know for sure if you were alive, father."

Surprised expressions formed on both Grinder and Onyx's faces, with Onyx being the first to say, "Even as an old stallion, you still look dapper, Arcane."

Arcane sighed as he got up. "Flattery will only get you so far Onyx. Though it's good to know that Coal Heart's good looks hadn't gone completely to waste."

Onyx flipped her mane and smiled. "My mother couldn't tell what beauty was even if you beat it into her. That's why I used a bat."

More rustling came from behind as more ponies shuffled in. Among them was Angel, one of his followers, and only two of Grinder's ponies. All but Angel looked in rather poor shape.

Tripwire then took a step forward, but as he began to speak, Arcane interrupted him. "I know what you're here for, but before we get into that, let's have some tea, for old times sake. It's Royal Leaf, and fresh."

Scanning the room for a moment, Tripwire then nodded. "Alright father. I do have some questions I want to ask."

Onyx then lifted up a hoof. "Can I get a wash and a dress as well? Today has been just the worst."

"Go down the hall on your left, one of the robots will take you to a washroom." Arcane instructed them.

With Tripwire giving the others a nod, all but him left. Oddly, Tripwire still looked clean.

Trotting over to a small table in the room, Margaret floated out with some steaming cups. Once the robot had left, the two took a sip from their cups, Tripwire looking quite satisfied with his.

"You have questions, Tripwire." Arcane addressed his son.

"Several, father." Tripwire said calmly. "Starting with, why?"

Arcane scowled. "You know why! All that I discovered, it would have gone to waste in your mothers hooves."

"I could have stopped Redeye with the mezmetron, with it I wouldn't have had to… make hard choices." Tripwire said coldly.

"Like shooting your brother through the eye." Arcane retorted.

The room fell silent for a moment, Tripwire uncomfortably adjusting his tie before answering. "So you know, I guess you haven't been just hiding here for all these years."

Arcane sighed. "No, I was told about it by your brother."

Tripwire was silent for a moment, taking a sip from his tea. “Is that so… and where is he?”

“I’m here… Brother.” Spell said from above as he glared down at us. “Was it worth it? what you did back then.”

Tripwire sipped his tea and sighed. “You were working for that upstart, what did you expect would happen? If I had captured you, the others would have tortured you like the traitor you were. I at least spared you that kind of death, though your survival is… unexpected.”

With a huff, Spell Circuit trotted down the stairs to join us. The two brothers not looking at each other, or saying any more about that subject.

Acano then continued. "It's not like the mezmetron I had was like the one our ancestors made. It would have only simply hypnotized a pony long enough to get them to do simple tasks. Even if I could increase its effects, nothing would have changed. Anyways, it was not meant to be a mind control device, what good could you bring by using it like that.”

"It would be a tool to bring order." Tripwire interjected. "I read the notes, I know what it can do. Imagine, raiders being used for the greater good, no longer a blight on the world."

Though it sounded horrible to have a pony robbed of their individuality, though I couldn't help but not feel bad for raiders. After what I saw, they were more of a monster than a pony.

Arcane took a long sip of his tea, staying calm as he replied. "That's how it started, Tripwire, that's how it always starts. I want my family to free itself from being slavers, not to delve deeper."

With a short huff, Tripwire relaxed. "Stubborn as always father. This is why grandmother chose me over you to succeed her as family head. My second question, who betrayed us?"

Now Arcane smiled. "Who indeed?"

"Don't play coy with me father, who armed Redeye, who sold out our scouts, and who helped sneak his mercenaries into the city?" Tripwire said with a scowl. "I know you know."

Arcane had a look of disappointment on his face as he answered. "Maybe next time don't publicly shame your own fiancé In some inept attempt to prove your superiority. I'm surprised she even kept the foal after that disaster."

I looked at Tripwire in shock. He had a fiancé, and has a foal!

"Right, Grizzly, I should have known." He grumbled.

Now I was even more shocked! "Wait, I thought you said she only likes mares!" I blurted out.

"Political marriage." Arcane answered. "Grizzly Deal’s family ran the biggest slave market at the time, and were inter connected with almost every powerful family on the east cost. My wife wanted to add their power to ours."

"Irrelevant now. She rolled over for Redeye just as she is for Gwadina." Tripwire said dismissively as he pulled out his pocket watch. It again opened up to shine a light from inside. "Lastly, why the riddle?”

Spell slammed a hoof onto the table, looking at the watch before his head then slowly turning to their father.

Arcane's horn glowed with a pale light, taking the pocket watch and levitating it to himself. "It’s as it looks, I wanted to test you. If you could understand magic like I do, then I know you would come to see the right path. That's why I left you this magical riddle."

Spell Circuit looked angry as his lip trembled. "You deliberately left him clues, a way to find this place. After what he had done, after you said about wanting to fix our family's shame, you led him here. You know what he is like, so why, tell me father!"

"Because unlike you, he can actually finish what our ancestors started. He is the smartest of us all, he can figure out how to make the mezmetron fix a damaged mind." Arcane said sternly.

"That makes no sense, why would he ever do th…" Spell's anger quickly faded as he seemed to realize something. "You're afraid of the family mental degeneration, aren't you? That's why. This is still all about you, not about the good of the family."

Putting down the pocket watch, Arcane looked over at Spell with an annoyed look in his eyes. "This is for the good of the family, if he can finally complete the true mezmetron, then all the suffering and shame our family has been through will all be worth it."

Backing off from the table, I could see the disgust on Spell's face. "Worth it! That's why you refused to destroy that thing, crack the orbs and burn the documents. All so you can give it to him! It's all about what you get in the end, not how you get there… You're no better than Redeye…. No, you're worse. At least he thought about others, even if it was all twisted."

In a blink of an eye, and a flash, Spell Circuit teleported away.

Standing there, I felt confused.

Face hoofing, Acano then looked over at me. "Sorry about that, Spell has always let his ideas get in the way of reality."

I was still confused. "You mean preventing that thing from being misused, right?"

I received a nod from Arcane. "Spell didn't like that I had preserved it, calling the mezmetron and it's notes too dangerous. And yes he is right on some level. In lesser hooves it is no more than a way to subjugate the will of others. But in the right hooves, it could heal the damage the wasteland has caused. A puzzle I'm sure my elder son is capable of solving."

Tripwire looked amused, as though his father was telling a joke. It made me a bit uncomfortable knowing that I didn't quite get what was so funny.

Finishing his tea, Tripwire signaled for Margaret to poor him some more. "Robot, where did my brother retreat too?"

"Young master, Spell Circuit, favors the library, which is in the west wing of the manor. Would you like me to send him a message?" Margaret cheerfully said as she poured more tea.

"No, I'll be seeing him later, we still have unfinished business." He said and took another sip before agen turned his attention back to his father. "So that's what this scavenger hunt was all about. You wanted to wait until I was free from my grandmother's influence. Along with knowing enough about magic to actually understand how the mezmetron can truly work. That given time, I would see things from your point of view."

"What did happen to my wife and mother, If you mind humoring this old stallion?" Arcane added.

"They fared poorly under Redeye, our treacherous rivals made sure of that." From within his suit Tripwire pulled out his pistol. "Only thing left I have that was grandmothers, Redeye stole everything else."

Arcane looked rather displeased seeing the gun, scratching his beard as he said. "She threatened to kill me with that thing many times, and beat me with it many more. It's at least in better hooves now."

"Grandmother had always been an angry tyrant, impatient too. It's the one thing I do agree with you, if she had the records on how to use and make the mezmetron, she would have squandered it." Tripwire said. “Mother at least wanted to know what I would have done with it.”

A sigh came from Arcane, “That sounds like her, she was always more careful and willing to wait. Though I do feel some sorrow for the loss of you mother, though we never loved each other, I had at a time hoped we would”

The sound of hooves trotted into the main hall as Onyx appeared in a red dress. Her mane and tail was still a bit wet, and a self satisfied smirk on her face.

As she trotted over, she quickly latched onto Tripwire, saying nothing, just holding onto that smirk.

Returning his attention to Arcane, he then asked the question at hoof. "So father, where do you keep them? The mezmetrons, the memory orbs, and the documents."

Arcane's face became stern, showing how serous he was. "Do you promise to use it to better the pony kind, to help bring others from the brink of madness? Will you finish what I, and our ancestors failed to finish?"

"Of course father, through the relics of our ancestors I will change things for the better. That I promise you. I will unlock the full potential of the mezmetron and in the end, stand above all others."

The old stallion furrowed his brows for a moment, then sighed. "Old ways die hard, but so long as you stick to your promises, I'll be satisfied."

A pale silver like overglow wrapped around Arcane's horn and a medallion then appeared. It fell onto the small table, rolling in circles for a few seconds before coming to a rest in the middle.

"This will take you to a vault under the manor, that's where everything involving the mezmetron is kept." Arcane explained before teleporting one of the mezmetron on to the table. "I attempted to make my own as the original has degraded over the long years, but it's still a pale imitation."

Taking the medallion, Tripwire smiled as he asked. "Mind if I take a look."

Arcane nodded and Tripwire opened a portal with the new medallion. Taking a peek myself, I saw a rather large and nice looking room filled with crates and bags. At the far end I saw a table with more mezmetron's; some complete and others in pieces. There were maybe five or six of them, with parts for plenty more.

An annoying sounding whistle came from Grinder as he and the other ponies trotted in. They were holding several bags, including my own. "So that's it then?" He grunted out.

Closing the portal, Tripwire looked over at Grinder with satisfaction on his face. "Yes, the tools we need to rebuild everything, now in the frog of my hoof."

"And with it, no pony will dare challenge us." Onyx added.

Again Arcane sighed. "I do hope you will keep those two in line. Their families were always known to have more ambition than sense."

Tripwire looked down for a moment as he played with the medallion in his hoof, then looked his father in the eyes. "About that, Father."

A green bubble formed around us, causing me to jump back in surprise.

*Bang!*

Whipping my head around to the gunshot, I saw Tripwire holding his gun in his magic. At the other end of the pistol was his father, a look of shock on his face, blood seeping from a hole in his head.

"And to just make sure." Tripwire said as fired the gun into Arcane's head two more times.

Standing there in shock as I watched Arcane lifelessly fall, my mind was blank, not understanding what just happened.

Turning to Onyx, Tripwire tossed her one of the rings from the proto stable. "Unfortunately we have a loose end, my brother. He should be in the library."

Onyx rolled her eyes, "that traitor is still alive. Well at this point I'm not surprised." As she was about to turn around, she gave me a curious look. "And what about her?"

"Not your concern." He told her.

The green bubble fell and Onyx skipped away, a mischievous grin on her muzzle.

My own legs felt weak, causing me to fall back onto my rear. "Wh-why? Why did you do that, why did you kill your father."

"Because he was going to be in the way. The less ponies know what we have and how to get to it the better." Tripwire said as he put his gun away, slowly turning to me. "A necessary sacrifice for the greater good."

"The greater... good?" I repeated, finding the words to just feel wrong as I said them. "He was helping you, wanting you to do what you were planning to do. That… that was just… m-murder!"

"I was just putting a long thought dead pony to rest. Anyway, he still has some connections, even after all these years, which makes him dangerous to our goals." Tripwire said coldly.

I found strength in my legs as I got up, angry and confused. "But he was helping you! Your goals were the same, you even promised him. it's like you were lying to his face, like you're planning to abuse that power."

Tripwire seemed… disappointed, but not surprised at my accusation. "Lottery, I know you're a bit behind other ponies when it comes to understanding things, but please listen. There was no lie in my words. I need the mezmetron to build a new civilization, just like my ancestors had. My father wanted to waste such a power on trying to turn it into a bandage on a festering wound."

"W-what?" I stammered.

He levitated his father's mezmetron over to himself, holding it carefully. "Look, this thing has the ability to temporarily subdue a pony, get them to follow your instructions... for a time. My father thinks it can be used to remove trauma or madness from the mind, like getting a raider to stop being a raider."

"But that doesn't sound so bad? Maybe it can help their victim's too." I suggested, but fear began to creep into me as I looked at the mezmetron.

"Maybe… for a time. But such thinking is flawed, as ponies always turn back to their vices, traumas and hatreds." He told me as he adjusted his tie again. "Redeye thought he could change Fillydelphia, yet the slavers returned to power. No difference will happen with Gwadina either. No, you can't trust ponies to change, even with some magic to help. And you want to know why?"

I didn't like where this was going, but I hoped Tripwire had a reason, something I was not seeing. "Why"

Tripwire took a deep breath before answering. "Because ponies are stupid and prone wiled and irrational behaved. Redeye, Raiders, Steal Rangers and the Enclave. All of them have only continued to do the same thing for the last two hundred years. But I will make things better, and without resorting to the same brahmin shit as Redeye had. No, I will rebuild things from the ground up, with a loyal and unquestioning workforce and a fierce and fearless army. All with the help of the mezmetron."

I then remembered what Arcane had told me, about the Zeros, how those ponies were not helped but enslaved, losing their identity.

"Wait, but you don't mean… I mean, isn't that like slavery?" I asked, hoping it was not so.

He laughed. "In a sense, but they won't care once my plan is in motion. Though temporarily, the mezmetron does let a pony get into the target's head, to change a few things. All I need to do is use its full potential, break the pony down and rebuild them into the pony they are meant to be. None of my ancestors had the will to use it to its full potential, but I do."

I really didn't like the sound of that. "Th-that's… evil."

Tripwire frowned, and seemed to be becoming annoyed. “Lottery, since I like you, I'll give you two options; you can join me, or you can leave."

Now I was more confused. "Join you?"

He smiled, reminding me of his good side. "Yes, you know how to do things that we are sadly lacking. Not just that, but potential, just like I said back at Ursa's Den. With some training you could help us cut off the head of any threat before it gets to our gates. Ponies who don't share our vision, ponies who would covet our power. And at the end of the day you can return to me."

I… I hated to admit it, but his offer tempted me. Maybe if I was with him I could change him, get him to use that power for good. But my eyes fell onto Arcane's corps, and deep down I knew… I knew I was just a dumb young mare.

"And if I leave?" I asked.

"A disappointing option." Tripwire said flatly. "But, and only because I like you, I'll let you go. I don't care where you go, or what you do. So long as you don't interfere with me, you are free."

At this point there was no denying it, Tripwire was a slaver, always had been a slaver, and plans on continuing being a slaver. But now, because of me, he has the ability to brainwash others, rob them of their freedom completely. It made me sick, down to my core. This was as bad, if not worse than the raiders.

How many ponies will be hurt because of me?

"You don't plan on harming innocent ponies… Do you?" I asked, grasping for some hope, some way for me to say yes to him.

Tripwire now looked fully annoyed. "Trust me when I say this, Lottery, no pony is innocent. We are all born as stupid savage things, needing to be contained and controlled. This doesn't change even after we grow up."

That was it, that was all I needed to hear. Wanted to believe him, to follow him. My heart demanded to, or risk breaking. But every fiber in my body knew this was wrong, and knew we were responsible. I had just aided in the thing I wanted to fight against.

It just sent a creeping coldness up my spine the more I thought about it.

Glancing back at the door, could I just leave. Pretend like nothing happened. Maybe join the NCR, tell them what's happening. But then I'll have to tell them my involvement, and admit to helping them. Would they even believe me? Maybe I can just go home, pretend like nothing happened. Never go see the world ever again.

That too felt cold, but like an icy noose around my neck.

Looking at Tripwire, I knew that both options were too heavy, too much. It made me wish this adventure would have never come to an end. That I never knew the truth, that we could just be together, traveling from one place to the next.

But the truth was the truth, and knowing that truth was like ice in my veins.

Maybe if it all ended here, it would be romantic, all so romantic. But I had no weapon. I had… actually.

Feeling with my hooves, I felt it; cold and foreboding to the touch. Yet in this moment it felt right.

"I want to be with you!" I said smiling, with tears forming in my eyes. Strangely the tears felt icy cold, hurting my eyes.

"That is very smart of… you." Tripwire's voice trailed off as he saw me lift up my axe.

"Forever." I said, lunging at him with the axe.

Everything was a blur, not that I was thinking. I’d kill him, and then myself. That would fix everything, I knew it. It was how it should have always been, Tripwire and I, together in death.

Screams and yells, some more blood before I felt something heavy knocking into me. Sending me flying.

After a long moment I finally regained my senses, though I wish I hadn't. I had failed, again.

Tripwire held a hoof over his left eyes, blood trickling down from under the hoof. He also has several cuts, which were strangely frosted over, ruining his suit. Even Grinder had a frosted cut on him.

In his hooves Grinder held my axe, rage on his face. With just one hit, he broke the handle of the axe and tossed it aside. "See, Onyx was right. This whore should have never been given any options. As soon as, no, before even her job was done, you should have had me break her in."

Tripwire held up his other hoof, signaling for Grinder to shut up. "A… broke in mare... can't do the job she needed to do for us. I knew what I was doing, I always knew what I'm doing." He then snarled. "But where did that axe come from!"

"Magic, I can feel it." Angel spoke up with his creepy foal-like voice.

Grinder snorted. "Well it's broke now. I say we break her, right here."

"Wait." Tripwire said as he drank a healing potion, getting a glare from Grinder. "This is an opportunity, let's not waste it."

I got up, gritting my teeth. "I'll stop you, even if I have to kill you with my teeth." I growled as I eyed my saddlebag. I still had my guns, all I needed to do was get to them.

"Then try." Tripwire said as he motioned for Grinder to step back.

Rushing forward, I then dashed to the side and dove for my bag. Quickly I tugged out the hunting rifle and pointed it at Tripwire.

*click*

Racking the gun quickly, I again pulled the trigger.

*click*

Grinder burst out into laughter as I tossed the hunting rifle to the side and pulled out my junk .22 rifle.

*click* *click* *click*

Again I tossed the rifle to the side and pulled out my pistol, but then it's chamber and barrel slid off its hinge and rattled on the ground.

Looking in the bag, it was almost empty, other than a few random things like the bear trap and clothes, it was empty. No bullet, no food, and nothing to heal myself with.

Then it hit me, they never intended to let me leave. Not in a way I would easily survive.

Grabbing the bag I tossed it at Tripwire, it landing only a few hoofsteps from him. "You fucker! Why, why are you doing this?"

He looked back at me, cold and uncaring. "Because only I have the right to rule over all others. It doesn't matter how, all that matters is that I get where I belong."

Then Tripwire pointed the Mezmetron at me. "Grinder, I need you to test how well this thing works. Use her how you see fit, but don't break this device, and make sure to write notes."

Again, Grinder bellowed in laughter, and everything began to get… wobbly.

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(Content Warning, Rape and abuse, skip to the next part if you wish.)

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My mind, everything was a haze as I had been led away, led to a room. They told me I did it, I just did.

I was told to dance, I did.

I was told to strip, I did.

I was told to stand still, so when the mare slapped me, I did nothing, when she kicked me, I did nothing.

I was told to put my head down, so when she pushed objects into me, both vaginally and rectally, I just stood there.

When the stallion mounted me, when he penetrated me, I didn't protest.

I knew what was going on, I could feel it all, and it felt wrong, yet I did nothing. Not when the stallion came into me, not when the mare beat me, not when Grinder laughed at me.

I was then told to use my mouth on Grinder, so I did.

Then I gagged and sputtered, the haze on my mind lifting, and realization of what was going on finally hit me, along with control over my own mind. It hurt, but now I could understand the pain. React to it.

As panic took over, I tried to raise my head, but felt a heavy hoof hold me down. "Looks like the spell faded. So having fun, whore?" Grinder said as he pushed my head down, forcing his dick into my throat.

I wanted to scream, to bite him, to do anything, but I felt weak. Worse, I couldn't breathe. Then he thrusted, violently forcing his hilt into my face, followed by it pulsing as warm liquid shot into my throat.

Grinder finally pulled back before I passed out, but held my mouth shut as I began to puke. "No you don't, whore, swallow it all. I don't want my seed to go to waste. If you do, I'll hold back on using this thing on you." Grinder held up the mezmetron, and out of fear I swallowed. "Good whore. It was getting boring without the screams and tears."

A sharp whistle got his attention, and Onyx trotted in, sporting a black eye. "Tripwire told you to keep using the mezmetron, not indulge in your rape fetish." A dirty wad of cloth was then tossed onto the bead. "Make sure he can't hear her, you got an hour."

I quivered in fear as Grinder looked down at me with a grin on his face. "Alright, she's all mine for an hour. Hold her down for me."

His two hench ponies grabbed the back of my legs as Grinder shoved the vile tasting rag in my mouth and pushed me onto my back. The large stallion stood over me, his dick still erect. In that moment I remembered the raiders, remembered what happened to Chilly, and bit down hard onto the rag, fully knowing what was about to happen to me.

I should have just left, I shouldn't have tried to fight. Now I was going to become this vile stallion's plaything, all because the pony I had come to love let it happen.

In this moment horror and shame intermixed, and all I could do was cry as Grinder thrusted into me painfully.

Then everything started feeling weird. Slowing down and feeling more, hurting more. True horror filled me as time seemed to slow down, making me fully aware of every violent thrust Grinder pumped into me. I could not ignore it, I could not try to find an escape from what was happening. I felt everything, and it made me scream, scream as hard as I could.

“Look, the bitch is enjoying it.” Grinder's voice echoed as my body convulsed from his thrusting, no longer listening to me as. Even when his vile seed entered me, my body convulsed, as though it betrayed me.

I… lost track of time, whatever chem Onyx gave me faded when Grinder was done with me. I had no energy left, not to scream or struggle, not even to move. Anything Grinder could ruin, he did.

After that, his henchmen ponies used the mezmetron on me, and it all started again.

I was told to dance, I did.

I was told to suck cock, I did.

I was told to perform a trick, I did.

I was told to fuck, I did.

Everything hurt, and I did as I was told.

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Cold air mixed with a soft light woke me up. I could see the moon as I was draped over a pony's back.

A unicorn stallion I think. Looks like Tripwire, but the mane was too messy.

Spell Circuit huffed as he spoke, his voice sounding rough. "It's… it's not over… not yet… Tripwire."

My vision began to fade again, the cool air only aggravating the bruises that covered my body, reminding me, mocking me.

I was no different from Chilly, right down to thinking that I would rather be dead. If I had a grenade… would I do the same as she did.

Merciful unconsciousness overtook me before I could answer.

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