Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Sixteen

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(Content warning; sensitive subjects such as heavy drug us, and rape come up. not to the level of the last chapter, but may still be disturbing to some readers)

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"Now be careful Lottery, you can't simply just pull on them, or the stem will snap. Then you will have to waste time digging it out." Ma instructed me as she pulled a carrot from the ground.

I still didn't quite get it. To me she was actually just pulling the carrot out. No special movement or trick. Yet when I tried, the stem would snap every time.

"Try again Lottery, but use your whole body. Not just your neck." Ma further instructed.

With an annoyed huff, I tried doing as she said. Not just pulling with my neck, but with my legs and back. The carrot then just popped out, and with it, all my frustration flowed away. Though I was still annoyed, as again, Ma was right.

Looking up at her… Ma was gone. The healthy carrot field I was in was now brown and dead.

"Ma! MA!" I Called out as my worry grew, but no pony replied.

The sound of static drew my attention to a half buried radio, flickering with unstable power.

Pa's voice then spoke through the radio, distant yet filled with authority. "What does that DJ know, safe in his tower? Redeye and the Goddess may be gone, but Equestria is no more safer than it ever was."

I took a step back, my heart pounding. Fear was welling up within me as I desperately tried to not remember. But it was of no use as I felt the memory, unable to forget.

Pa was right, he was always right. The wasteland was a cruel and vile place, where ponies like me were nothing more than prey of others.

I was an idiot. Didn't see it coming, just like a fool.

"Oh, is the little whore finally figuring it out." Onyx trotted out from nowhere. She had a long luxurious red dress that glistened in the light, and her main had spectacular shine to it, much like the ponies in the old magazines. "Look at you, already dressed like one."

Looking down at myself, I was in the outfit she had pushed me into before, heels and all.

It was humiliating, I realized it now. But at the time I was in denial, hoping we had actually become friends.

As she trotted over to me, Onyx left a red trail along the ground, and faint black smoke drifted off her. "Friends, why would I ever do that?" She then laughed as she got close to me, a hoof reaching in between my legs and caressing my private parts. "A play thing more like it. Also, those lessons will be useful to you, like rubbing dick, sucking dick, and taking dick. All things a defiled whore like you can only ever do right."

She laughed, black acrid smoke seeped out from her mouth, it smelling of rot and death. Now that she was closer, I saw that her dress was not some rhinestone outfit, but made of bloodied flesh.

Panicked, I pushed her away.

The laughing didn't stop, but now a new voice bellowed from Onyx. The mare's shoulder bloated and boiled, growing massively until it popped, revealing Grinder's head.

"Don't deny it, ya enjoyed getting dicked by me." Grinder said mockingly.

Glaring at him, I then recoiled in horror as I saw Onyx growing a dick. Massive, discolored, and covered with spikes. It dripped with a disgusting looking fluid that smells horrid.

"You may say no, but your body will eventually say yes." Grinder crooked.

"It's not like you're good for anything else." Onyx said and crackled.

Heart pounding with fear, so I ran away, not wanting to go through this again. Not again.

As I ran, the world faded, color drained, and warmth vanished.

I found myself in a gray place, cold and lifeless. It felt familiar, horribly familiar. As I took a step, my hooves pushed the grayness around, much like the snow.

As I realized where I must have been, an intense pain came from my stomach, causing me to buckle over. Looking down once again, my belly was larger than it should have been, stretching unnaturally. I could feel some inside me. It kicked and clawed from within me as I screamed in pain.

I didn't feel like me, my fur was the wrong color, and a horn on my head, painful throbbed. "Make it stop!" I pleaded.

A soft wispy voice made my blood run cold. "Oh, but I thought you wanted this. You have your unborn foal back, just as you asked Miss Naysayer."

A twisted looking unicorn stood over me, gaunt and with glowing green eyes. He seemed ancient and evil. His smile filled me with anything but joy.

"Now that I have done this for you, it's time you repay me in kind." The Necromancer said, fully knowing he had twisted the wish into a nightmare.

But why did I know this, as though this was a memory. But not my memory, then who?

The Necromancer pulled out a skull of a dear, antlers sharpened to points.

"ENOUGH!" A voice bellowed with authority, and the necromancer shattered.

Where the necromancer stood now was a pony of pure blackness, like a void that leaked black smoke. It then clicked it's none existent tongue and faded away.

Everything was now gone. The pain, the monster, and what had happened to me, all gone. As I got up, the calm I felt was strange, like I was not me.

"Because you weren't you." Lethe said as she trotted out from nowhere. It surprised me, yet I was still calm.

The ghoul then sighed. "My apology, your soul is too erratic and fractured right now, so I'm forcing it back together with my own magic. It makes it easier for me to do this."

A scythe then appeared out of the air, and she pointed it at me. "Step aside, I need to reclaim the lost soul."

Something then squeezed my leg. Looking down I saw the shadow of a foal, quivering in fear.

"Best not pay it any mind, Lottery, that thing is nothing more than an echo of the unborn. A product of evil that can neither create, and only corrupt." Lethe told me as she stepped closer, scythe ready to swing.

I don't know why, but as I looked at the living shadow, it filled me with… not pity… more a sense of unfairness. Like whatever this thing was, it deserved better, but I didn't know why, or how.

Crouching down, I gave the thing a hug, shielding it from Lethe. It was all I could do for it, I wasn't good for much else.

Lethe then sighed. "I'm fine taking you both. You weren't meant to survive the mound maker in the first place. And you are shortly due to trot with me to the river Styx."

As the scythe came close, it stopped as a light enveloped us. Looking up I saw a pony made of light standing in front of Lethe, warm like spring itself. She was beautiful, though not one part of her was visible to me, but I could see she was covered in vines and leaves. Whoever this mare was, she simply radiates beauty and awe.

"Don't interfere." Lethe snarled, displeasure on her face. "Yes I know… that's not of my concern.. no, that is true… you don't have that authority… yes, but… I know but… FINE!"

The being of light vanished, leaving the shadow and I with Lethe.

The ghoul then sighed, lowering her scythe. "It seems that destiny has not deemed you worthy to be free from its cruel clutches. Though I will admit fault in this turn of events. By using you to break that cursed monster, I had robbed you of your true death. And because of it, the eye of Strife is upon you."

Lethe then reached into her suit and pulled out a lantern with a small blue flame. "Take this Will-o-Wisp. The lost soul seems to already be attached to you after having been delivered to the mound maker. It won't fix the damage done, nor protect you from what is to come. But if you ever need a guide to lead the way, something to show you that hope is never lost. I assure you this little one will guide you true. Simply call upon it, and it will appear."

Opening the lantern, the small blue flame jumped from its cage and floated over to me. The little thing danced around me before vanishing from sight.

Lethe then smiled. "But if this destiny is ever too much, and you wish for it to be over, I'll be there. As for all those who choose to end their story on their own terms, I shall be there by their side."

The grim pony then vanished in a burst of cold blue fire. Now alone, I looked down at the shadow foal. I don't know how, but it felt less cold, less horrifyingly. It held onto me, still quivering, but not so tightly now.

"It's okay, you don't have to go with her just yet. You can stay with me until you're ready." I said, comforting the unborn and wronged foal.

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As my eyes opened I could see the embers of a dying fire, on the other side was Spell Circuit, sleeping.

Trying to move my body, I found that I hurt all over, both on the outside and on the inside. But the physical pain was only a reminder of how much I hurt deeper down. I didn't know who to blame, them for being such monsters, or me for being so stupid.

Probably both.

Sitting up, I winced in pain as my back end touched the ground, forcing me to sit on my hip. That hurt too. It was humiliating, horrifying, and filled me with shame. Grinder had made sure to not leave a part of me undamaged and undefiled. If it could be kicked, it was, if it could be raped… It was.

Tears began to fall from my eyes as I tightly held onto myself, quietly sobbing.

I don't know how long I was like that, but I must have fallen back asleep, only waking as daylight cracked over the horizon. Now with some light over the land, I could observe my surroundings.

It wasn't much, just more wasteland, though looking up and seeing a giant and damaged image of a pony did startle me. It was a yellow and pink Pegasus mare, with the same symbol as the medical boxes had seen before. With her was a big arrow.

"Ministry of Peace medical center, ten miles away." Spell Circuit said as he got up, also looking at the billboard. "We could see if there's any to scavenge there to help you."

"I…'' My throat was dry and sore, making it difficult to talk.

I didn't know what to actually say, or do. I just didn't want to be anywhere right now.

Spell got up and offered me a hoof. "Here, let me help you."

As his hoof came closer, I involuntarily flinched and lost balance, causing me to fall over.

Spell backed away. "S… sorry. I didn't mean to."

Taking a moment to calm myself down, I slowly and painfully got myself up.

"It's… fine." I said with a pained voice.

My saddlebag then floated over to me, held in Spell's magic. "Margaret managed to gather some of your things after… well…" He struggled to find the words, but gave up as my bag gently placed in front of me.

With a sigh, I looked through it, hoping everything was in there. Unfortunately my guns weren't there, or any ammo, but stupidly the bear trap was. So were some close that weren't mine, and the few that were. This included the outfit Onyx pushed onto me, which now I could now see for what it was, a whores uniform. It made my stomach churn looking at it, remembering my time with her, and how she was clearly training me to be a whore. I was just too blind to see.

Tossing the slut outfit into the smoldering fire, it quickly began to burn. A small bit of revenge, not even enough to even get me to smile.

I also fortunately found the contraceptive Tripwire gave me, which I quickly ate several pills. The idea of bearing the child of any of those ponies made me sick.

Something else was in the bag, a bottle and something wrapped in some old paper with writing and images on it. Unwrapping it, I found some kind of food.

"Oh, Margaret's pound cake, she must have been overjoyed by your visit and snuck it in your bag." Spell Circuit said in surprise, but quickly took on a dower look. "I hope she and the other robots are okay."

My stomach grumbled as I looked at it.

Splitting the cake in two, Spell and I devoured it, then shared the bottle of what turned out to be tea. It hurt to eat, but it made me feel better, if only a little.

After eating, a cold wind blew over us and I shivered as it brushed over my bruises. Though the wasteland was hot and dry, things still hadn't warmed up yet.

Rummaging through my bags again, I then found the packet I got from the proto stable, still unopened. Feeling that there was no use holding onto it, and at least it could help make some more heat in the fire, I popped it open.

What fell out was a blue jumpsuit with a red accent, and the image of a scooter on the back. The materials it was made out of were rather strong and a bit thick, along with having a lot of pockets.

"Is that a Red Racer mechanics jumpsuit?" Spell Circuit said as he looked down at what I had in my hooves. Giving him a bit of a confused look, he got the hint and explained. "Red Racer was a company from the war, they made foals toys, such as scooters and little red wagons. There was an old factory in Manehattan with a giant scooter on display. They also got into the motor wagon business. Making spare parts and offering repairs at stations."

Looking down at it, I only got more confused. "How is that related to Stable-Tec?"

Spell Circuit scratched his overgrown goatee before realization formed on his face. "Right, the founder of Red Racer was one of the co-founders of Stable-Tec. Scootaloo, If I remember correctly."

Strangely, the more I looked at it, the less sexy it felt. The last thing I wanted to feel was sexy. It also looked rather useful and protective. Taking a deep breath, I put the jumpsuit on, finding it surprisingly easy to fit in.

Zipping it up, the suit snugly wrapped around me… making me feel… somewhat secure. It also helped that it was padded in several places with some sort of strong but flexible material.

It oddly didn't feel like just some mechanics jumpsuit. Maybe it just needed some tools. With a sigh, I said to no pony in particular, "now I just need help finding one of those Red Racer places, see if I can complete the look."

Not sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I was sure I saw a blue flame pass over my vision for a moment, then disappeared.

Shaking my head, I returned to the issue at hoof. And now feeling at least a bit safer, I felt ready to move. If I could at least get a healing potion, that would be the best.

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It was slow going, with every step uncomfortably painful. I did my best to not think about what happened to me, but it buzzed in the back of my head, mocking me. My only distraction was Spell Circuit, whose voice had become just muffled rambling to me, but it helped.

"And that's the theory behind teleportation, though casting the spell is a lot harder than reading about it. Dangerous too. How Ministry mare Twilight could perform such a spell constantly and safely, it's amazing to read about." Spell trailed off.

We had come to a relatively large building, likely the medical center. I guessed that because the same billboard from before was above us, but this time the arrow pointed down. It was like they had idiots like me in mind when directing ponies here.

Unfortunately under the arrow was a hanging mannequin with a nail through its head.

"I think we should turn back." I suggested, my voice having recovered during our trot, though it was still rather sore.

"But we haven't checked inside yet." Spell protested.

I pointed up at the mannequin. "Because that's a raider totem."

Spell clicked his tongue as he looked at the mannequin. "Damn, but why here? They can't be smart enough to know this might be chems inside."

Looking around, a glint hit my eyes from the billboard, and I froze. Above us was a raider sniper, parsley obstructed by the rising sun in my eyes. The what looked to be a mare waved at me and then motions for us to stay put. This sent a wave of dread through me as I wondered if I could actually run for it.

With how much I hurt, I knew I could not get far.

Then three raiders stumble out from the medical building, eyes bloodshot and in a daze. "Hay! Look, look! Visitors!" A raider said as he pointed at us.

A second raider slapped the first. "No ya, ya dummy, look at em. She's here to fix the toaster. I've been wanting tost."

A third raider kicked the second. "Oy, that their gits is recuts, just looks at em. They be fucked up more then we are."

Now the first raider jabbed the third. "Why are you talking like that?"

A shot rang out from the raider sniper as she climbed down. Seeing a spiked yellow and black mane on top of the head of a mare with an eyepatch sent a cold shiver of fear down my spine. As Bandsaw landed near me, she smiled with a wide yellow jagged tooth grin. "Well well look what the pussy dragged in. Two faggots, and one I recognize." She said with a husky voice.

Bandsaw then glared and growled at the three raider stallions, pointing her long pipe rifle at them. "Ya three retarded idiots go take over my fucking watch. I'm hours overdue for a fucking brake and I need my fucking fix before I fucking kill a fucking faggot!"

Without a word, the three stallions scrambled away, leaving us with the far more frightening mare. She then eyed us.

"Lottery, was it?" She asked and I nodded. "Ah, good, been a bit bad with names lately, just been calling everypony cunt or faggot." She then shrugged. "Ehh it works. Now what have you been up to cunt, and who's the new faggot?"

As she got closer, I retreated back, which caused her to chuckle.

"Ahh, I see. Fucker finally decided to pump and dump you, just like a faggot stallion. And what a dumping he did." She then grabbed me pulling me in closer, and all I could do was wince fear.

"Let her go!" Spell Circuit yelled and he attempted to get the raider off me.

"Fuck off faggot!" Bandsaw snarled, knocking Spell down with just one hit with the back of her hoof. Her spiked gauntlets gave him a few gashes. She then turned her attention back to me, checking my face. "Ya, I've seen this kind of shit before, let me guess, slavers."

I froze in shock, which only got a chuckle from the raider.

"Ya ain't the first bitch I've seen beaten like this. I've seen this damage when looking in the mirror myself." Slowly I looked at her, and the mad raider let me go. "Ya, been there, got fucked, bit off a dick before running to freedom. But don't think I'm going to let ya cry on my shoulder cunt, ain't my fucking shit, ya get."

Bandsaw then motions with her head over at the medical building. "I also got better shit to do, so you two come with me. The boss promised me extra chems if I bring him a fucking pony who doesn't look like some retarded faggot, and ya seemed like a capable faggot last I saw ya. Four eyes too, though if you come near me like that again, I will shove my rifle up your ass and use you as a silencer!"

Spell got up and dusted himself off. "Noted."

She then eyed me again. "And don't go thinking you're safe with me, say shit that pisses me off, do shit that pisses me off, and you will get to know what raider cunt tastes like." She then placed her hoof under my chin. "Though I am willing to be forgiven if ya promise to make me feel good. Whatcha say, use that tongue of yours?"

I backed away in disgust.

"Worth a shot." Bandsaw said with a laugh. "Not like I can't make ya do it if ya start to act like a cunt. Now get moving, I feel the shakes coming, and I'm mighty violent when I get the shakes. "

Giving her a quivering nod, Bandsaw then smiled and trotted inside.

Following her into the medical center, the smell was horrendous as we trotted by several passed out raiders. Bottles of booze and chem containers were all over the place. With some raiders hugging the containers. The wall were covered in crude drawing and weighting, most of which I didn't need to read to understand, with many depicturing of violence, sex or chem abuse. The few raiders not chemmed out were distracting themselves as with gambling or some other games, eyeing us as we passed, licking their lips.

"Got us another plaything, Bandsaw?" One raider called out.

Another raider whistled at us. "Hay new bitch, I've got this erection that's lasted over five hours, come fuck it better."

Bandsaw grinned at them, "you want to play with me too?" She asked the other raiders, and they all quickly returned to what they had been doing, as though afraid to continue this interaction. "Thought so."

Moving on, things didn't get any better as we had to slow down and stop to get around some junk. Waiting, my eyes drifted to a nearby room where I could hear grunts and pain filled moans. The room had several raiders in it, and one pony who was clearly not a raider. The poor mare was bound up in a painful looking position and being used by the raider, her coat covered in cuts and bruises. Worse, the raiders had carved tally marks into the mares flank, and I noticed that the raider fucking her had a spiked piercing on his dick, with blood staining it. Even her cutie-mark had been marred by the cuts, it of a strange wrench like tool with a beam of green light between the mouth. She also had a glassy, yet defiant expression in her eyes that made me want to save her.

"Don't think about it, cunt." Bandsaw said. "That steel ranger cunt getting what she deserves, and if ya take one step in there, you join her. I Gave her a good deal too, fuck the crew and she gets to pass through our toll stop, but the bitch said no, and now were breeding her."

I almost puked. "But, why?"

Bandsaw laughed. "Because she pissed me off, that's why. Thinking she's better than me, too good for my generous deal. But now I have a new pony to test my Venus root ink on, once more comes in." Again she laughed.

"Venus what now?" I asked as we moved on, and I did my best to ignore the pained moans of the poor mare, unable to do anything to stop it.

I truly was powerless.

"It's a rare plant with healing properties." Spell said with a nervous quiver, his eyes focused on the ground. "It's also a strong aphrodisiac chem that most settlements in the wasteland will kill you if they find you with it, do to it’s connections with rape."

"Ohh, you are smart." Bandsaw said in amusement. "If you stick around, I'll let you try some. Trust me, it makes everything feel wonderful and makes even the more stubborn pony into a drooling slut."

Spell shook his head causing Bandsaw to click her tongue, and then looked at me. How about you? Stick around and I can give you a tattoo that will make you twice as sensitive. With it even the most sloppy fuck can be fun?”

I also shook my head and Bandsaw rolled her eyes. “You two are no fun. Well if you ever change your mind, or fuck up around me, I’ll be sure to draw some cute little hearts on you.” She winked at me and then continued deeper into the building, the sound of a loud slap and a muffled cry of pain made me flinch. But all I could do was just look at the ground and follow.

Before long, we came to a room where two raider stallions lay strewn on the floor, and another raider mare sat on top of one of them. I quickly realized that she was not just sitting, but mounting him. The mare moaned with delight as slammed her flank down and arched her back.

Bandsaw growled out. "Celestia fucking Luna, Puncher, ain't you watching the fucking back door?"

The other mare just yawned as she turned around, still with the stallion in her. "On brake big sis, and I needed my chem fix. So who's the two new ponies? Can I play with the unicorn?"

Band Saw sighed. "The boss wanted some smart looking ponies, and I'm delivering. Now care to fucking explain why you're fucking the bosses fuck colts?"

"Trading. That's all. You can join in, they got chems to spare." Puncher offered.

"I'm getting my fix, but if their offering, fuck it. Just take it to another room, or the boss will start acting like a bitch again." Bandsaw told the other raider.

Puncher just laughed. "And head do what. The fucker doesn't even touch a mare if we don't make him. I'm starting to think your ability to pick good breeders has gone fucked. If the chems were not coming, I'd be messing up his pretty face. Might still mess it up."

"You want to go hunting a Pegasus, then don't mind me. Just remember that they still die if shot out of the sky." Said Band Saw as she stepped over a raider, then looked back at us. "Let's get going."

I then remembered what I'd seen with the Corps Dancers, and how those Enclave ponies suffered. How Chilly must have felt, I could now understand.

Nervously, I followed, careful to not touch the raider.

Close now, the raider was disturbingly thin, ripped with muscles, and covered in filth. The same spikes that adorned his armor, he also had poking out of his skin, along with tattoos and burn marks. On his two forelegs were missing patches of fur, covered in scabs along with visible and blackened blood veins.

It was amazingly terrifying that this raider was even alive.

The raider twitched and I quickly hopped over. His dick was very much still erect, and discolored. A metal ring around its base, too small for what he had. It made me want to wretch, but I managed to hold it in.

The room we entered was far cleaner, and less foul smelling than everything else, though only by a little. Sitting on a makeshift bed was Low Pressure, having clearly seen better days. He seemed thinner, and dirtier. His mane was greasy, and the toga he wore was now mostly brown with dirt.

"Ay boss, found some smart ass looking ponies, now pass over the fucking chems!" Bandsaw demand.

Looking at us, Low Pressure's eyes slowly moved up and down. Eventually, he pulled out a medical case and kicked it over to Band Saw. "Good job. Now don't use it all in one vein."

Taking the case, Bandsaw trotted out, looking quite pleased with herself.

There was a long pause as no pony did or said anything. The only thing breaking the silence was the occasional moan from Puncher from outside the door. The raiders clearly have not moved to another room.

Low Pressure then face hoofed, breaking the silence as he figuratively deflated. "She's doing that because she wants me to fuck her. The concept of gay means nothing to them."

Spell then cocked his head to the side. "You… don't look like a raider."

"Ya fucking think. No, I'm not a Celestia damned raider! I just fuck their boss and then he had a freak heart attack. Now I'm the new boss, and if I can't keep them happy, they're going to kill me." Low Pressure chattered out.

I couldn't help but remember what his ex-colt friend said, and how right he was.

"You can fly away, right?" Spell Circuit asked.

Low Pressure rolled his eyes. "I can try, and I can also get shot out of the sky. I don't know how much you know about raiders, but I've had the misfortune of watching them hunt crows for food. As in, they wait for the crows to come and eat a dead pony, and shoot them out of the sky. Those sharp shooters are no joke."

I watched as Low ruffled his wings, the feathers looking a bit of a mess. "Anyways, enough talk about getting out of here, you need to help me get out of here." He paused for a moment, then shrugged. "In a way that won't get me shot I mean."

Spell looked at me for a moment, then returned his attention to Low. "Alright, but my friend here needs a healing potion."

"Ya, ya, I got some to spare." Low Pressure said as he got up and trotted to a nearby terminal. "Just a healing potion? This place has a bunch of other stuff. Can't believe my luck too, this place used the same password as mine. Great minds think alike as smart ponies say."

He then began tipping in the password, saying it out loud. "One, two, three, four, five, and six."

A loud click came from a rather decorative looking bookshelf, which Low Pressure then pushed to the side. Behind it was a lot of boxes and bottles, of which I guessed were chems.

Grabbing a healing potion bottle, Low tossed it to Spell. "Here you go, now can you help me?"

Spell passed me the potion, and I drank it up, hoping no bone was out of place this time.

A wave of relief then washed over me, and felt less battered, but the pain still remained. "I.. still don't feel okay." I said, my throat no longer sore and scratchy. "But I do feel somewhat better."

Low Pressure tossed something else. "Give her this."

Spell caught another healing potion, along with a syringe. This got Spell to frown. "I don't think Med-X is what she needs."

"She looks like she fell off a cloud, she needs it. Anyways, what happened to her?"

"You don't need to know." Spell huffed as he passed me the second healing potion, then asked. "Do you want this Med-X?"

Drinking the second healing potion, I felt better but still hurt. "Please."

He then sprayed a little of the stuff out before jamming it into my leg. After a moment the pain started to fade, and I started to feel… good. After a moment I sighed with relief, "I could use more of that."

"No, only that one. But I'm glad you're feeling better, Miss Lottery." Spell said, then addressed Low Pressure. "Alright, I will help you."

Low Pressure clapped his hooves together excitedly. "Finally, if any pony can get me out of becoming a less desirable spitroast, it's the less crazy ground tedders. So, ya got guns, or some super crazy skills? Let me guess, you can shoot magical bullets."

Spell looked confused for a moment. "I’m able to teleport short distances?"

I didn't feel like saying anything, and just enjoyed whatever this chem was doing to me. The numbness was relaxing, and good.

"Oh, magic, can you do anything else?" Low asked.

Letting the two stallions talk among each other, I trotted over to the supply of chems. Wondering if there's anything else good in there. Anything to make me feel more numb and just better. It was jam packed with shit I didn't recognize, though I did see more syringes and bottles of healing potions. But what caught my eye was what had to be booze, so I grabbed one.

Popping the cap, a strong smell of alcohol hit my nose, reminding me of the luna-shine I had so long ago. And taking a sip, it was fucking strong, so I took a swig of it.

"Miss Lottery, no!" Spell said as he annoyingly took my bottle away from me.

"Oh fuck off!" I told him as I reached for another bottle, only to get dragged away by his magic.

"I know you're hurt Miss Lottery, but you can't drink it away, It only makes things worse." He tried to explain to me.

Growling at him I grabbed the bottle from the air, "what do you know! Where you put under a mind control spell? Were you made a into play thing? Did you get rape for what felt like hours on end? By a stallion that didn't leave one inch of me unbattered and undefiled. Oh and let's not forget that the pony who let it happen, then one in charge, was your brother."

Taking another swig, I then began to laugh. "Oh, I get it now. You're jealous. You wanted a piece of me, but are too spineless to take it. Well here I am, come fuck me like the others!"

I began unzipping the jumpsuit, but then found the zipper stuck. No, Spell was holding it in place with his magic.

"Miss Lottery, please calm down. It is the chems that are talking, not you." He said softly, as though he was hurt by my words.

Looking at him started to make me feel guilty and wrong. He had saved me and here I was lashing out at him again. I truly was pitiful.

Taking a deep breath, I took another swig of the booze before putting the cap back on. "Fine."

Looking relieved, Spell then trotted to the chem stash. "Say, is there enough here for all the raiders?"

Low Pressure shrugged. "I've been rationing it out to keep them from killing me, but theirs may be enough for all of them to get high on for a good long while. Why do you ask?"

"Well if they're all using the chems, then they can't chase you." Spell suggested.

I then grumbled. "I say poison it all and let the raiders have it."

"That is an option." Spell said in a half hearted agreement.

"Would if I could, but I'm all out of poison." Low said, a smile forming on his face. "But you are right. If they're all too busy getting high, then they're too busy to keep me here. And I think I know how to get it started."

Spell then raised his hoof. "Before we do any of that, we might need something to protect ourselves with."

Low Pressure then frowned and pointed at a nearby table. "Ya, forgot about that. I got some guns, but they're old junk. But a gun is a gun I guess"

On the table was a small pile of rather poorly maintained guns, they had rust and cuts all over.

Spell picked up what looked like an SMG, disgust on his face. "Of cores they have Trot-9's, raiders always have Trot-9's"

Even Low didn't look happy with the SMG. "Please be careful with that one."

"I know, I've used one before." Spell said as he removed the side loaded magazine from the gun, and made sure a bullet was not left in the chamber. "If anything, the Trot-9 will make a good bullet grenade if needed."

"Wait, that's a thing?" Low asked.

Spell nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. Smarter raiders are known to just throw loaded Trot-9's at ponies, and let the gun bounce around as it fires wildly."

"Good to know." Low said as he took a small .32 revolver.

I picked up an extraordinarily simple looking pipe rifle, it was breech action with one barrel, but the ammo was 10mm, so good enough.

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We all got ourselves loaded up with what we could. Food, water, healing potions, ammo, and some more booze by my demand. None of it any good, but we didn't have any room to be picky. So when we left, I didn't want us to need to stop for anything, and give the raiders time to catch up to us. If that is, they do chase after us.

The issue was making sure all the raiders were distracted. So, Low Pressure called a meeting, demanding all the raiders show up. What I saw was at least twenty five raiders, all looking ready to go crazy.

Were most were in the front, looking dumb, but still dangerous. Several hung out in the back, still holding their guns, and were clearly aware. Strangely they were all mares. Among them was Bandsaw and Puncher. I was getting the feeling that the real raiders were the mares in the back, and the other ponies up in the front were just tagging along.

I didn't see the mare they held prisoner, so I hoped she was at least getting a moment of peace. I had asked Low about her and if we could save her but he said it was impossible without fighting the raiders. So again I had to leave her to suffer, powerless to do anything.

"See that uniform." Low Pressure announced as he pointed out the stallions with the tight fitting clothes. "That was my idea, add some style ya know. Sadly the novelty faded fast when none of them ever bathed."

"I've noticed." Spell said.

Low then stretched and took a deep breath. "Time to get this started." Clearing his throat, the Pegasus then addressed the raiders, his voice clear and loud. "Alright ya dirty bastards, I got good news and bad news. Bad news, the chems aren't going to last forever."

The raiders jeered in anger.

Low continued. "Good news, we're all going to have a fun time with the shit we got. That's right, everypony gets the good shit!"

They then all cheered as Low pulled out two boxes filled to the brim with chems, another box sat behind him just in case they demanded more chems. Passing one to Spell Circuit, and one to me, we were to give the chems out, making sure everypony had more than enough to mess them up for hours.

As I trotted down one side of the raiders, letting them take what they wanted, I then froze. A hoof was feeling up my rear, sending a sickening chill up my spine.

A rather ugly raider was feeling me up, smiling at me. "Hay bitch, take that shit off and show me ya goods. I bet ya real tight."

I then felt a tug on my mane as another raider pulled me to him, causing me to flinch. He smiled and said, "Oy cutie, why don't you stay with us. It will be fun."

The other raiders then burst out in laughter. I looked over to Spell for help, but saw that he too was in the same spot as I was. Low was no help either, sitting back and looking confused.

The feeling and sound of a raider then sniffing my crotch filled me with shame and utter disgust. All fear in me melted, and a bubbling rage welled up within me.

"You son of a WHORE!" I shouted as I reared back and kicked. The raider flew back from the hit, and as I spun around, I swung something heavy in my muzzle. Another raider fell back as the others gave me some space, getting the message.

Panting with my blooded cursed axe, and looking around. The raiders stared at me, some angry, some confused, others licking their lips. One had a gash on their face, the blood frozen.

Spitting the axe head out I then angrily shouted at them. "What! You want to fuck me, then come get me! But I'm not going to make it easy, not easy at all. I'll bite your Celestia damn dicks off!"

Through my rage I could feel myself quiver, my eyes tear up, and my heart pound with terror.

Then, somehow, a pony got under me. "Now now little pony." Bandsaw's head poked in between my front legs, and she was smiling, showing off her jagged teeth. "If you fight too hard you will be too exhausted to have fun."

I glared down at her.

Bandsaw then reached up and wrapped her hooves behind my neck, pulling herself up and kissing me. Next thing I know she flipped me over onto my back and sat on my chest. Still smiling wide.

"Alright my little bitch, I will give ya some credit. You got the spark of a fucking raider in ya." Band Saw said with a chuckle. "If ya interested, I can take you under my figurative wing, show you how to stand over these fucking faggots. Make the, truly respected you through fear, make any stallion who try's to fuck with you regret even being born. I'll even let you beat the shit out of one of these assholes."

She then leaned in close. "Don't lie, you want some revenge, I can smell it. I can give it to you, just let go, and go wild for me. Join with me and I'll even give you that mare we got, make her your property to do with as you please."

I paused, thoughts of revenge flashing in my mind. Thoughts of using the raiders to stop Tripwire felt… cathartic.

But as she sat on me, and images of what raiders were, it made me sick. Joining them and harming others churned my stomach, it being everything I hated. I could save that poor mare, but at what cost, and would she just end up like Chilly, would she waste my effort to help her by killing herself. That and how could I trust a raider, they were monsters in pony form after all.

"Fuck you!" I said, spitting at Bandsaw in the face.

She wiped it off and laughed. "Well whatever. You're going to get fucked one way or another." She then got off me, taking the box of chems.

With a loud whistle, Bandsaw took a canister of dash and then kicked the box into the group of raiders. "You lot, go get fucked up. And if you want your dick wet, we do have thar steel ranger bitch for a reason."

Getting up, I saw that the raiders were now busy grabbing the chems. "What, not going to rape me?" I asked Bandsaw, trying to keep up a brave face.

She laughed again. "Stick around and I will make sure it happens. But no, I'll let the wasteland do that for me. And when you can no longer take it, when the pain is too much. When anything is better than pretending that things will get better. You will come looking for me."

Band Saw then grabbed me again and whispered in my ear. "We mares should stick together after all, as we are the superior gender. All stallions ever think about is what they can stick their dicks into, and a pretty mare like you is very desired by stallions. I'm sure you will understand what I mean in time, after you are used and raped again, and again, you will understand."

Letting me go, Bandsaw then trotted off deeper into the building, breathing in her canister of dash and laughed. "Think about it, Lottery, everything you deserve, and all you need to do is take it by force."

I backed away and then just trotted to the door, wanting nothing more than to be out of this place. Spell Circuit and Low Pressure soon join me in the light of the wasteland. We didn't say anything for what felt like forever as we quickly trotted away, but it must have been only a few minutes.

"Well, that was almost a different kind of fun." Low said cheerfully.

Both Spell and I glared at him as we stopped.

"Okay, bad joke. Sorry. It's how I cope" The Pegasus apologized.

Spell then took a deep breath, grabbed a bottle of booze from my bag with his magic and took a swig before saying. "Lets just fucking get out of here before they decide to invite us back in for their party."

I stretched out my legs, the pain finally gone, though there was still a slight tremble. "Ya, and we're not stopping until sundown. Not until nopony can catch up to us."

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