Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Nineteen

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I let out a moan as I moved my hips, the drunk stallion sloppily thrusting into me. The lanky orange stallion held my hips tightly, almost losing his balance. I would have been more forceful with him, but he was a regular of mine and paid well, Shrimp was his name, and he just had a few too many drinks before asking me to the back.

Unlike my other clinants, he at least washed up before seeing me, and was into foreplay then just going into me dry. So I at least put in some extra effort in servicing him. It was the few times I was fine with giving a blow job, as other than him and Horus, nopony washed themselves. And they all wanted blow jobs.

Shrimp finally let out a grunt and the warmth of his cum shot into me. Again I let out a moan, a fake one full of dramatic energy. I had quickly learned that they tip better if I pretended that they were far better than they actually are. At least for Shrimp, I was putting in the extra effort, as he paid for it.

Taking a moment to catch our breath, Shrimp then spoke up. “You doing alright, lady Lottery.”

I sighed, not really feeling like talking to my client after they nutted me. “Same as yesterday, like a whore.”

“You're not…” he began to say, but I lifted a hoof to stop him.

“I appreciate it, but you just paid to fuck me, for the fifth day in a row. So we can either go another round, or wash up. I don't need somepony as pathetic as you to pity me” I told him. Strangely, he liked it when I was cruel to him, which also helped me feel that I had some control over my fucked up situation.

Unfortunately Shrimp also seemed to have an emotional problem, so as he got up and began to fuck me again, he also began to cry. So as I laid there letting him do most of the work, I couldn't help but feel sick with myself. But unlike when I started, I'm a lot more used to it now. And the pay was good all things considered.

At least I didn't need chems to calm my nerves anymore.

Feeling Shrimp slow down, I locked my legs around him and joined in. it didn’t last long, but once he was done, we both trotted to the bathroom to wash up. Something the other clients never did, as they would just leave me there a mess. The first few days here were rough, as the Blacklights showed everything. It pissed me off how the other workers didn't tell me, and I trotted around with signs of sex all over me. And I was sure the clients targeted me too, as I was especially popular the first few days.

Once we were clean, Shrimp hoofed over the chips he owed, holding onto my hoof longer than I was comfortable with. Pulling back, I didn’t even look him in the eyes. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Y… yes.” he stammered out before turning to leave.

I sighed, "you are pathetic aren't you?"

"I… I know." He again stammered.

Shrimp was a little cute, and even at his roughest, he was still mindful of me. So I decided to give him a gift. Trotting up to him, I kissed Shrimp on the cheek. "You can keep this." I said as I took my ruined panties and put it on his head.

The fool blushed as he said "th… thanks" and then began to stumble out.

Once he had left, I went to put a clean pair of panties on. I had learned quickly that stallions loved to steal panties when they could, something like a prize to them, but Shrimp never did, so I felt he deserved it. Anyways, I had long grown used to the idea of stallions masturbating to the thought of me, along with them doing it at me.

I really had fallen low.

Leaving the room, I entered the hallway for the private rooms, it lit up in an obnoxious red, which fortunately drowned out the blacklight. As I trotted to the reception desk, moans from the other rooms could be heard loud and clear. If those mares were faking it, I couldn't tell. But seeing one door open, I got the clear view of two stallions going at it, clearly wanting to be seen.

First time I saw it I almost freaked out, but now it was just common to me. So with a sigh, I left, trying not to think about it too hard.

"Your singing voice is getting better. Too bad it was for that fool" Sparkling Delight said from the reception desk, still smoking a cigarette from her pipe. I didn’t know why, but she never liked Shrimp, despite there being worse ponies than him passing through.

"Hand a lot of practice madam Delight." I said to her in the best cheerful tone I could muster. Then I placed the chips I received onto the desk.

It was a rule that the madam held onto all our tips, where at the end of the day, the casino takes their cut. The clients already pay for a room, so it was the casino double dipping on making money off their working ponies. Not that I could do anything about it.

She smiled, sliding the chips over to her as she took a puff from her pipe. "That tone needs work. Drunk ponies may be fooled, but drunk ponies don't always pay well, or play nice. And Shrimp will not always have the caps to be your safe fuck. Now go get yourself another client, and sing for me again."

I gave a polite nod. "Yes madam Delight." And then I scurried away before she had time to get mad at me again.

Sparkling Delight wasn't cruel or abusive, but it was best to keep on her good side and do as she says. She had control on where we worked, and with who. So if she liked me, then I was more likely to get a good client. That being high paying and gentile. But if she were pissed off with me, there was a thing called public use I didn't want to be part of.

She also had a way of getting a pony to do what she wanted. Still don't know how she does it, but if I ever asked her to find a client for me, I'd end up doing some weird shit I'd normally would not agree to doing. The strangest so far was getting tied up like a rad hog, painful, yet a bit fun.

Turning a corner and trotting through a pair of swinging doors, I returned to the Red Light Showroom. Dimmer than the rest of the casino, and filled with smoke, it was also a place where ponies gambled and drank. But unlike the rest of the casino, ponies were allowed to touch the staff, and frequently molested us. The first time I was here I had only been where ponies ate and drank, but there turned out to be a whole lot more.

Finding a large table with clients and staff, I spotted Low Pressure and joined him. The pretty stallion had quickly gone broke at Ursa's Rest, and got a job here in the Den. Unsurprisingly to me, he was quickly moved to my line of work. At the very least I wasn't alone in this, though a bit disheartening that he was better than me at it.

Wait… don't be jealous of the twink stallion, Lottery.

Noticing me, Low gave me a little wave as I joined him. "Lottery! So how was it?"

I glared at him for a quick moment before putting on a happy face. Oh you know. He was big, energetic, and totally not drunk."

"Ehh, they can't all be winners." Low said with a shrug, then turned his attention to a burly looking stallion in a cowpony hat. Said stallion looked a bit nervous, likely being played with by Low from under the table. "This here is Iron hoof, he works for one of the brahmin ranchers, real big business, he says."

The stallion himself looked rather clean and proper, not to mention that he probably could give me a real good time. Ya, I was jealous of the twink. At least he was my friend here.

"So does he have any friends?" I asked, business was business after all.

Low wiggled his eyebrows. "Yes actually, and my big brahmin herder and I will be taking another with us to the back. But they got another friend who's not all fond of stallions being more than friends, you see."

"And you want me to distract him?" I asked.

"Bingo!" Low said loudly, then blew me a kiss and a wink. "See, this is why you're my best friend, Lottery."

I was his only friend.

But I was not going to let a good opportunity pass me by, not when I had been having trouble finding good clients. "Alright, just point me to him. And which rooms are you using!?"

Low nudged his current sugar daddy, looking pleased with himself. "Thinking of going slow with them, so the normal room."

That meant I'll need to go to the other rooms, known as the dungeon, which had less rules. Pays better, but the clients were generally more aggressive. Things like bondage and rape play were the norm there. Last time I went in there, I had mistakenly thought a mare would be more gentle, but instead she almost broke my leg.

But caps were caps. "Alright, but you own me if he decides to treat me like a radboar."

Low gave me a kiss on the cheek, saying, "Love ya!" Then returned to flirting with the gay brahmin pony.

It was a bit of a shame Low did play for the other team, as he was rather well endowed for such a soft looking stallion. He had also helped me to quickly learn how to do this job personally, which had been weird, but also fun. A bit sad that the only stallion to really get me off was my gay friend. Also annoying that he so far had the biggest dick of any stallion I've seen.

At least griffins were in a category of their own, and always fun, though 9ften a bit too rough.

These last two weeks had not been easy, but wired and depressing. The first week I would cry myself to sleep, which then lead to the same nightmare of faceless stallions chasing me down and raping me. My solution to this was to just drink myself to sleep, which calmed my nerves and kept me from dreaming. This somehow led me to taking a stallion to bed with me every night since.

At this point I've lost track of how many ponies and other creatures that pass through here I had fucked. It all just started to blur after the first week.

I also had quickly gotten used to this work, and had been giving in to some of the clients stranger requests. Some things I now knew I'd never want to do again, and other things that weren't as bad as I thought it was.

One thing I had not gotten used to was Sparkling Delight's tendency to spy on us. She says she's making sure we're not being abused, but her eyes always looked hungry when I caught her. She also had an odd hobby of dressing us up and taking photos, of which the dresses Margret gave me were used. Still, I swallowed my pride and let her have her way, and have her way with me.

The touch of a mare still feels wrong, but I had to admit that both Sparkling and Grizzly were the most skilled ponies in bed, only second to Low.

Yep, the happy, hopeful mare I was before, she was dead, replaced by some whore.

I gave my own face a slap, trying to keep myself from thinking that way. I needed to be cheerful, even if it was fake. The sooner my debt is paid, the sooner I can go home.

It wasn't like working at this place was all that bad. They do provide a place to sleep, food to eat, preventative care for STDs and contraceptives. So as long as I make my quota of clients, pregnancy or disease aren't a big worry for me.

I then visibly shivered, remembering one clearly diseased client. That night was bad, but at least I was protected.

From what other working ponies had told me, most places didn't have preventive care. And that some places are a nightmare because of it. Though I didn't want to be here, I was at least glad I was a whore in here then out in an actual whore house.

As time went on, I sipped on a watered down drink as I helped another worker get a client more excited. Simply getting a stallion in the mood and drunker. Eventually the second stallion showed up, and Low pointed out who my target was. The stallion was older and just okay looking, clearly not as big and strong like the two Low was going to fuck. Making me feel jealous of him once again.

Swallowing the rest of my drink, as there was no pride left to swallow. I waved goodbye to the stallion I was with and made my way to the target. He eyed me with nervous suspicion as I flashed him a smile. “Say now, who might you be standing here by your lonesome. You want to go somewhere more private?”

It still felt unnatural for me to do, coming onto a stallion like that. But at least it meant I was in some level of control, that I got to choose who fucked me. That at least made it all the more bearable.

“What, no! I’m here with my cousin, making sure that lug doesn't get in right trouble. So no, just here for the drinks.” He responded a bit too forcefully.

Watching his eyes, as Sparkle Delight had told me to, I could tell his attention kept drifting to the mares passing by. They shook their dery-air’s as they passed, clearly knowing what they were doing. When his attention returned to me, he avoided eye contact, which was a good sign, if I remembered right.

“If it’s a drink you like, I know a few good ones. The house special is quite good; strong, dry and yet delicious. Come, let me show you.” I said as I hooked his leg and gently, yet forcedly led him to a show table.

There, the stallion was a bit stunned as the table had a dancer on it. Sugar Honey was showing herself off as she wrapped herself around a pole, performing a seductive dance I could never pull off, or hope to. Which I didn’t, what I already did was already too much for me.

It didn’t take long for the drink to show up, and the nervous stallion to sip it. “Well you see, my aunty is worried that the big lug will be dragged away by some whore. Wants me to keep that from happening, as I’m a responsible stallion. I mean, I’ve never taken a mare myself.”

As he talked, likely a way to distract himself, Sugar’s performance was more than enough to get him aroused. She was so good at it that even I considered biting the bullet and getting the piercings, as depressing as the thought was. But she was not the one trying to bed him, so I had to at least do more.

“Doesn't sound all that responsible to me.” I whispered in his ear, causing the stallion to flinch. Weirdly, I liked it when they were taken off guard by me. “Sounds to me she doesn't have confidence you will ever take a mare. You're more like her pet aren't you, a yappy little guard dog at her beck and call.”

He tried to back away from me, but didn’t struggle much as I hung onto him. “I’m.. uhh, no. She respects me, she took me in when my Ma and Pa passed on.”

I felt a pinch in my heart, remembering my own. “And what did they think of you?” I knew my own wouldn't think well of me right now.

He fell silent for a long moment, then said. “Well, they thought of me as the most handsomest, strongest colt. Said that the mares would swoon over me… But that was all a lie.”

Now I felt a bit angry for him, and a lot of pity. Did the rest of his family ever help him, or was he just an add on. It was even more pitiful that a whore would try to puff up his ego, just to earn some extra bits and a free beer.

Placing a hoof on his groin, I then whispered again in his ear. “Does it need to be a lie?”

He blushed profusely, nervously looking around. I took that as my opportunity, and tugged him off his seat. “Let's see how much a stallion you are!”

As I dragged him away I waved at Sugar to thank her for the help, and she waved back at me. The mare, if anything, was good at getting stallions in the mood.

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Gulping the beer down my throat, it helped to get the sower taste of stallions out of my mouth. “Why don’t they ever clean their dicks.” I bemoaned.

Low just laughed, “The trick is to just get used to it.” He said with a quiver, before adding, “But ya, the ponies down here are really not big on hygiene. At least you have that regular.”

I chuckled a little. "You mean Shrimp. Ya, he at least washes himself, and pays well to spend private time with me. But I don't think Sparkling likes him much. She's always giving him the side eye, and he seems terrified of her."

"Maybe she thinks he will try to steal you away. Heard it happens every now and then. A stallion gets a crush on a working mare and runs away with them." Low said before finishing his drink.

I shrugged. "I can at least say that I'll never take a client home with me. No fucking way I'm ever going to let them know I worked here."

Finishing the beer off, I signaled for another one to be sent over. My buzz had only just begun. “Well at least that one stallion I fucked for you wasn't too bad. A bit small in the package, but didn’t pull my mane. Actually half the time he spent crying in my lap. For a moment I thought I had been too aggressive and hurt him.”

I got a shrug from Low. “Weird, must be a mare problem. Most crying happened when I almost choked from a spitroasting.”

“Oh I hate that!” Sugar loudly added as she joined us. “But it’s rare, not that many big ones, and I’ve learned to dislocate my jaw. Want to see?”

“NO!” Both Low and I protested, keeping the crazy mare from showing us how wide her mouth can open.

Taking a deep breath, I just hugged the two. “How about we not talk about work, it’s weird enough as it is that I’m mostly used to it.”

Sugar giggled. “Ya, that first week was rough, I’m just glad you stopped trying to kick clients. The Madame's special training did really well for that.”

I let her go from the hug as my third tall glass of beer arrived, then I groaned. “That was not fucking training. That was drugging me enough that I let myself be an all you can eat buffet.”

“That's why you don’t piss off the Madam, and she was being nice.” Sugar added.

We both then looked at Low, who shrugged back at us. “Hay, it’s not as bad as it looked. Though I like to be in more control.”

As I drank I thought back again at the last two weeks, and how unfair it all was. I should've just gone with those ponies heading to Fillydelphia. Ya, that older stallion probably just wanted to fuck me, but now I was fucking everypony. I was starting to find it hard to see how horrible it would have been, with everything being such a blur now.

I’ve already had more partners than I’ve ever thought I would in my life, and done things I never imagined before. More was to come, that I had no doubt. Though with how much ponies like to pull my mane and tail, it was starting to piss me off. Might be time I had them cut short, like a lot of the red light mares here. It seems that only the masochists like to keep them long.

Why was I here… right, to pay off that fucking debt and go home. Strange that it’s been hard to hold onto caps.

Sugar then said something, and Low added, but I had not been paying attention. They seemed hyped up about it, so whatever it was it had to be good. "L-Let's go!” I blurted out, trying to not slur my words.

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Waking up, the feeling of me having done something dumb was strong, along with my hangover. But I was used to hangovers now, so that was normal. So had come the feeling of a hoof on my hip in the morning.

Luckily this time I was in the dorm, so at least I didn’t waste an opportunity to make money. The stallion was also fortunately good looking, meaning he was front staff, so I could at least count it as a win. Though I was a bit disappointed that it was not Horus this time, meaning he was probably busy with his work.

Looking back at my roommate, Low also had a partner, who of cores was better looking than mine.

How did he manage to find all the good looking guys so easily?

Getting out of bed and stretching, something felt odd, and not where something should be. Checking my behind, I felt something metallic sticking out of my flesh.

With a sigh, I had found that now I had a dock piercing. At least it was there and not any lower.

All I could do now was go get washed up and start my daily routine.

Fortunately the large washroom was mostly empty, with it already noon, not many ponies were here, giving me some privacy as I washed off my shame. After that I went and collected my things, and put on my jumpsuit, as I didn’t need to look like a whore all day, and trotted off to the break room for breakfast.

The jumpsuit at some point got into the hooves of Sugar and Low, who accidentally bleached it, ruining the colors. Since then I had to re-dye it, but since this place only had a few colors on hoof, now the jumpsuit was now dark purple with pink highlights. The clothing makers almost put stars on it, but stopped when I threatened to use my axe on them if they did.

Full of cheap food and barely purified water, I trotted over to the work room in the back of the casino. It was where they maintained the casino, fixing the roulette wheel, or keeping the lights from blowing up. I had managed to make a few extra caps by fixing a few things, but the forman here didn’t like whores touching his tools. Even so, I managed to at least get access to an out of the way workbench.

Pulling out my guns, taking them apart, and putting them back together had become how I managed to keep my sanity. What was left of it that is.

Not long after I started working at the Red Light Showroom, I had drunkenly gone to the gun shop to buy back some of the guns. A rif and the lever action shotgun. That was the only time I hadn't woken up with a stallion in my bed, or in a stallion's bed. I guess I had enjoyed being a pain to Horus so much, the next day I woke up in his bed. He must have enjoyed it too, as he started to visit me at work after that.

He was kind and gentle with me, yet rough when I needed it, so I always looked forward to him seeing me.

Returning my attention to my guns, one of the first things I had done was to fix their bluing finish, using a blow torch and oil. It was a trick my Pa thought me, and helped keep the steel from rusting. And Horus had provided me with the tools to do it. Though I could never understand why it was called bluing, as it made the metal more black, unless at the right angle in the light. Then I could see a bit of blue shine.

Unfortunately all the guns needed replacement parts, the rust doing more damage than I thought. And if it was not made of metal, it was rotting wood. All of them were like that, so changing out parts would only have helped a little. If I had used them for any longer then I had, they likely would have blown up on me. Unfortunately the back room staff had been dragging their hooves on making me the parts, and it didn’t help that being low on caps put me on the bottom of their list.

I could have turned to Horus for the parts, but I just didn’t want to use him like that. He had already helped me enough. Anyways, I wanted to do this all on my own, make it truly mine.

In the time I did have, and with what I could do, I decided to do something with the guns, even if it was superficial.

For the .45 revolver, which I had managed to get the cover for the trigger-bit holder replaced, thanks to Low Pressure giving me some help. Not sure why, but I stained the wood in the Ursa's Dens colors onto the wood. It came out a bit odd looking, but also it gave it personality. I thought about adding anything else to it, but the more I imagined, the less it felt right. Such guns were best when easy to bite onto, like my poor old flare gun.

Then the battle rifle, the thing being in better condition than my other guns, but still needed a new wooden frame and firing pin. Fortunately I had managed to snag some good old wood, but again, the backroom ponies didn’t feel like getting it done any time soon. As for the parts I had, they were diligently restored over a week, though some of its ancient scratches could not be fixed. Some of the scratches looked like they were intentional, like tally marks, and a word. It gave the gun personality, so I didn’t really want to get rid of those markings.

Lastly was the lever action shotgun. Which needed the most work, as it was an annoyingly complicated gun to figure out. But strangely I felt compelled to do the most work on it. So as I waited for parts, I tried to see how I could improve the shotgun. What I managed to do was find a way to fit the head of my cursed axe to the front of the gun, though I had yet attached the two. The strange abilities of the axe seemed to only be in the head, and it dragged along anything firmly attached to it. So I felt that maybe, just maybe, if I combined the two, then I’d have a teleporting shotgun. It would prove more useful if I'm ever in a bad situation again. If Grinder ever finds me, maybe I could shoot him in the face this time.

With a sight, I finished putting the polished parts back together, and just in time to feel a presence. If it was one of the back room ponies here to mock me, I was going to give them a close shave.

“Wow, those are some nice guns!” the voice of an older filly spoke up.

Looking over I saw Wiretap, the daughter of my debt holder. And worse, she was Tripwire's daughter as well. The filly stared intently at the guns, her tail swishing side to side. “C… Can I fire them?”

Her question took me aback a little. “No!... I mean, it’s not possible right now, they need new parts; springs and firing pins mostly. Even then, I don’t think you Ma would-”

“Fuck my mother, what does she even know! Sitting there in her penthouse, always with some random mare in her bead.” the filly grumbled.

“Well, even so, I don’t want to get on her bad side.” I informed her.

She raised an eyebrow at me. “Is it because you were fucking my father?”

I froze, a bit confused. “How-”

“Ponies like to gossip, and my mother shouts a lot when she's drunk. Bastard this, whores that, the norm.” She then got nervous, avoiding eye contact. “She’s never talked about him to me, so… I was wondering… what was he like?”

A pinch of sadness and hate dug into my heart, and I had to force myself to not spit in disgust. “He was… a lot smarter than me… and very cruel.”

Her ears flattened the last part.

So I sighed, “Lets just say that he left me with a huge debt, and now I'm working to pay it back.”

“Oh… sorry?” Wiretap said in a genuine tone, which in turn made me feel guilty about telling her that.

“No, it’s my falt for being so stupid. Though if I ever see him again, I will return the favor ten fold.” I then pushed the revolver over to the filly. “Say, if you want, I can let you hold the gun. Just be careful.”

Wiretap seemed to quickly bounce back, as she was more than happy to hold the gun.

“This is awesome, I really love the colors!” The filly gushed as she awkwardly held the gun, like it was her first time.

I couldn’t help but be reminded of when my Pa let me hold his gun, though I was much younger then her. It was a reminder of how good I had it, how safe it was back home. But it did raise a question for me.

“Have you ever held a gun before?” I asked.

She almost dropped the revolver as her attention returned to me. “What, ya, like all the guns!”

I raised an eyebrow at her, finding this interaction rather… fun. “Realy?”

“Well… not really.” she admitted. “Mom doesn't want me to use them, says that’s what the mercenaries and guards are for. Hans wont even let me touch his guns, it’s like Brahmin shit. I’m almost an adult, I should be allowed to use a gun, drink, smoke, and hang with stallions.”

Something about that list didn’t sit right with me. “How old are you?”

“Old enough!” she huffed, then said “Thirteen, that’s like an adult for ponies in the wasteland, I mean, you must have done lots of things before you got old.”

And now I was an old mare… yay.

“Well truth be told, I hadn't done much until recently. Now I do too much. Anyways, mares should wait till there… like eighteen before doing any of that stuff.” I told her.

Wiretap laughed out loud. “Brahmin shit! That’s not what Spurs told me. She says that I’m practically an adult, and I just need a gun, then I’m all good.”

I was sure that wasn't right, I mean this filly hadn't even hit puberty yet. But what did I know about life in the Wasteland? “I’m not sure that’s right… but if you want I can at least show you how guns work. It’s how my Pa taught me about them. Anyways, it never hurts to know how to shoot.”

The filly practically shook with excitement. “Really, you will!”

I nodded, feeling that at the very least, I can help a still innocent pony out. Even if she is the child of a pony I hated.

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Time went on, and eventually the griffon Hans had shown up to take Wiretap away, for tutoring I think. It was rather refreshing to not talk about how a mess my life had become, despite the filly being related to the source of my nightmare.

As I packed up my guns, wiping off any excess oil before they could further stain the duffle bag they were kept in, I felt another presence.

“Keeping new company I see. I wonder how Grizzly would feel if she knew her spawn was hanging with the new whore.” One of the backroom mechanics said mockingly.

“Ya ya, so about the parts I need?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

He rolled his eyes. “Ya, those things, still on backorder, tragic that is.”

I was getting sick of this, and of their ugly mugs. Though I didn’t need the guns, I just didn’t feel safe without them. There was no guarantee that I wasn't going to get cornered by raiders, or found by Grinder, so the sooner those guns were working the better.

“Well can you find a way to get them off the backorder? I have some caps” I asked.

Another laugh came from around the corner as another backroom pony trotted into view. “Ya, but it will cost you a lot more than what you currently have.”

Right, out here if you can make a few extra caps out of a pony, you squeeze them for all their worth. I had quickly come to learn this.

But I had learned a few other tricks myself.

Trotting up to the first stallion, getting up real close, I whispered in his ear. “Come now, I’m sure you and your friend can come to an… agreement with me. I mean, you work all day. It must be… stressful.” It was stomach churning to say, but if I could at least fluster the two, I could get a better hoof hold on haggling with them.

The confidant grin on his face became a lot less so. Likely with his ugly face, not many mares have shown him the time of day.

“Oy, what are you saying to him!” the other stallion said, trotting over. He wasn't all that bad looking, but the noticeable limp he had likely turned most mares off. Ponies in the wasteland who couldn't keep up with others were sadly left behind, they being a danger to any herd.

“Just coming up with a deal.” I said, doing my best to shake my flank just enough to not look stupid. “You want in.”

They both glanced at each other, clearly unsure what to do next.

Just my luck that the two ponies who were harassing me didn’t know how to deal with a mare coming onto them. Wait… actually this was lucky, if I play my cards right. It was a bit sickening to even think of going all the way with this, but at this point… that line had long since been crossed.

Fluttering my eyes at them, I then said it, “I know that Grizzly doesn't pay you two nearly enough for the work you do. So what do you say, I get those parts, and you can have me… for free.”

The second stallions took a deep breath, clearly thinking hard, and then let out that breath in a big huff. “I think we can make that deal.”

I’d like to say I felt a piece of me die doing this, but that was already far too late. Even if I’m selling myself, at least I can get something useful out of it. I just hope they washed themselves.

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