Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Two

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My excitement faded after passing the same looking brown hills on the second day, and boredom had started setting in on the third. The barren landscape was almost disorienting, and if I didn’t know how to orientate myself east, I would likely have been wandering aimlessly out here.

I knew my family lived in the middle of nowhere, but I never truly understood how far nowhere was from anywhere until now. Pa and I had traveled a day away from home before, so I thought I'd only have to go a little further out to find the rest of the world. Now I found myself questioning if anypony is even out here, and if I should turn back.

No, I still had enough food and water to go further out.

My delirium aside, a few things did help break the monotony of walking. Critters getting too close for comfort, an old wreck with skeletons still inside, and I even saw what looked to be some attempt to make a settlement, left long abandoned. It was mostly a few rotting huts, nothing of interest inside, and nothing that would be useful to me with them made out of mud.

So other than scaring the critters off, burying the dead, and some light exploration, I hadn't stopped trotting much.

Though the wasteland was barren, there were always patches of edible plants to be found here and there. If a pony knew where to look. Pa made sure I knew how to survive, drilled it into me whenever we did leave home for salvaging. So it was nice to actually put what I knew into practice.

Scanning the land, I noticed an animal trail, and trotted over to take a closer look. There were some impressions I didn’t quite recognize, but I did see the sign of some larger than normal rodents. Rats were always a pain back home, trying to get in the bunker to eat our food. It was always a good day when Pa would find their nests, and we had a hearty stew for dinner that night.

They were also a good way to find a water source, or possibly shelter, so I began following the trail. If I could refill my water supplies, I'd feel a lot safer.

It took well over an hour to find out where the rat trail led to, and as I trotted over a hill, I found the ruins of a town. Unlike the one back near my home, this one was a bit bigger, and looked a little more well preserved. At least some of the houses were still standing.

My boredom subsided as excitement grew. Looking at the town, I could see a few stone buildings, including a larger one near the center of town, and a lot of rusty broken down motor wagons. The scrap metal alone was a treasure trove, not to mention any wood that might still be usable. Pa also said that a metal called copper was really valuable to ponies who lived in larger settlements, and it could be found as wires and pipes in the walls of buildings.

There was also the possibility that some oldworled stuff might still be around, possibly in okay condition. Dresses, shoes, drinks, food, tools, and maybe even a proper gun. All I would have to do is find them.

Trotting down into the dead town, it’s scale was like, big. If I had to guess, maybe like a hundred ponies might have lived here. It was hard to imagine, as it had only ever been Ma, Pa, my brothers and little sister. So I only ever had stories and the radio to go off on.

Whistling loudly, the sound echoed, mixing in the lonely wind of the wasteland and the creaking and squeaking of the town. My hooves touching the road, its cracked and uneven surface was sturdy under my hooves as I made a clop noise. It had mostly just been dirt or metal back home, so it felt a bit weird having something so solid outside, making me imagine how they even made this in the first place. Did they just carve the large slabs and place them down here, but then what kind of stone is it even?

Putting the mysteries of the old world to the side, as there were too many to ponder, I trotted over to the closest still standing house. Looking through a broken window, the place was a wreck, and was likely to join the other collapsed houses sometime soon. Mold and dust was everywhere, and the walls were all ripped open, with nothing inside. There were cabinets and drawers, all open and all empty. Even the rotting sofa had been cut open, the discolored stuffing thrown about.

I was no expert on oldworled homes, or what the ponies from back then did, but it looked like whoever once lived here left with everything they could, and later some critters must have moved in and nested. That and how the house looked ready to fall over, I felt it was best to move on.

Finding one of the stone buildings, bricks as it turns out to be, was missing a wall. That wall had fallen over into a pile of red brick, of which most of them had turned into a red lump, having been whittled away by rain and wind for what must have been a long time. If I had time and a cart, I would salvage the remaining bricks, they would be useful for expanding the wall, or making a better fire pit for burning trash.

The inside was worse than the last building, though it didn’t look like it would fall over, it was completely weathered. Moss and mold covered nearly everything, to the point that if there was anything useful inside, I didn't want to touch it.

Turning my attention to the biggest building in town, it was unlike anything I had ever seen. Surrounding the large building was a wide expanse of that same solid stone ground, decorated by the remnants of painted lines that must have once had meaning. What once must have been an impressive solid mass, now was covered in cracks, of which small shrubs had burst out, almost like a small forest.

Surrounding the expanse were lines of barren trees, which unlike the shrubbery, had died despite being in actual dirt. If anything, the trees would make good firewood for boiling water, once I found some.

Closer to the large building was a mass of the rusty motor wagons. They were haphazardly packed together, almost blocking any path to the building. This too would be worth dragging back home, if possible, with just one of them making a new solid segment of the wall. If all of them could be moved, I could imagine a new wall being made and my home being expanded.

Trotting around the motor wagons, I came to the front of the building, where the entrance had a massive sign above it. B A R N Y A R D, and B A R G A I N S. I furrowed my brow as I tried to sound out the two words several times, but found it annoyingly difficult. "Bar-yard bar-gans?" I finally said.

Sighing I shrugged, unable to get the meaning from the sign. If I had to guess what this place was, it must have been an important gathering place, maybe where the old military trained or where their leaders lived. Who else would use such a massive building.

As I trotted to the entrance I saw that there were several barricades made from interlocked cages, which had wheels on the top, likely for better transportation… or for holding things… maybe. It was too small to properly hold anything big, and the wheels looked too small and rigid to be pushed over any kind of bump or obstruction. Likely its use was for exactly what it was currently being used as, an easy to move barricade for just this building. I could even see that a lot of them had the same sign on them as the big one above the door.

My mind then moved to how I could use them back home. The metal wires they were made from could be useful in upgrading the chicken coop, or patching up weak points in our wall. I could also use them to make new cage traps, in case more critters came for our chickens or crops.

Leaving the barricades behind, I trotted into the large building. It was a bit dark, but fortunately it had a hole in the roof at the center. The hole looked purposely made from the lack of rubble and a lot of broken glass. Oddly there were shelves everywhere, along with discarded oldworled stuff. Mostly trash, but useful trash. Cans, bottles, things that can be dismantled for parts, and things that can just be scrapped. The metal shelves alone were a fantastic find. Like the other stuff, they could be added to the wall.

It wasn't the adventure I was expecting, but it was a find, a big find. Maybe if I come home with some of this, and convince Pa to help me salvage the rest, then maybe they will be more willing to let me go further out.

I still wanted to see more of the wasteland first, so I'll just have to swing by here whenever I decide to go home.

Wandering around the building, and being careful where my hooves were when I trotted, I started to hear a strange sound. It was like metal on metal, with a slight buzz and clang. Pulling out my gun, I peeked around a corner, seeing a silhouette of a pony clad in armor.

It was the first pony I had ever seen other than my family, and it made my heart pound with excitement.

Spitting my gun into my hooves, I called out, "hello, I'm a friendly pony, are you too?"

The pony turned to me, and something seemed off. It's movement was clunky, making so much noise when it stepped. Its armor also didn’t look big enough to fit a pony, same for the face.

"Warning, unidentified pony spotted." It spoke in a flat, emotionless and harsh tone that sounded a lot like how my brothers thought a robot would sound like.

It took a step forward, and I could see through its face, gears and wires visible behind glass.

*click*

"Now put the gun down nice and slow missy, then raise your hooves up in the air." A smoother voice spoke, deeper than my brothers, but not as deep as my Pa's.

Putting the flare gun to the ground, I slowly raised my hooves as I sat down. "I'm not here to cause any trouble, just exploring, honest."

"Shut up if you know what's good for you!" He said as a metal object was pressed into my back. "Bucket, keep an eye on the dame while I check her for any other weapons." the pony said to the robot.

"Security protocol active, unknown pony will be shot if pony makes sudden movements." The robot replied as a pink light on its chest started to glow.

My tire iron axe was then tossed out, along with the rest of my supplies. "Hay. I need those!" I complained.

There was a pause for a moment before he spoke again. "Do you not understand the meaning of shut up? And why are you this far out with only… that, for protection?"

I was a bit confused by his questions. "I… understand what you meant, but you shouldn't just throw food on the ground like that, Celestia willing. And what do you mean by that? I made them myself, mostly, and they're quite good at killing bugs."

Somehow I could feel a disappointing gaze on me before whatever was on my back was pulled away. "Bucket, she's safe."

"Security protocol deactivated." The pink light on Bucket's chest dimmed.

The pony then trotted around, careful to not step on my food and holding a rusty looking rifle made from pipes. He was… well a he! I had never seen another stallion other than my brothers and my Pa, and he was… odd looking. He was brown with a darker brown mane that stood straight up in a line. His muzzle was an even lighter brown, his ears were a bit longer and the hair on his tail started a bit further down then I thought normal.

"Are you… wait, a mutant?" I blurted out.

He cocked an eyebrow, looking a bit offended before sighing. "No, I'm a mule. My mom was a donkey, dad was a pony, no mutants in the family as far as I know."

"Ohhh…. What's a donkey?" I then asked.

He froze for a moment before face hoofing. "Okay, it's going to be one of those days. A donkey is like a pony, but they're not ponies, just like zebras and saddle arabians aren't ponies."

I didn't know what a saddle arabian was, but I had heard about zebras… "wait, zebras are like ponies? But then why did the old world go to war with them?"

He took a deep breath through his teeth, somthing Ma did a lot when we talked for longer than she liked. "I'm not a historian, so let's just move on to why you're here, out in the middle of nowhere?"

Shrugging, I didn't feel like pelting the first stallion I've met with a thousand questions was a lady-like thing to do. "Like I said, I'm exploring, and wanted to see if this place has any good salvage. So far it's like a treasure trove of stuff to expand the farm and other stuff." I explained.

"Farm? What settlement are you from?" He then asked.

Settlement? I didn't know why he was asking for where I came from, but I knew that Pa would be mightily pissed if some stranger came knocking on our gate. Worse, he would know it was my fault.

"Ahh you know, it's south of here, too dangerous to go anywhere but north from there. Well I mean with Redeye gone, it's safe to go north now. So I'm exploring." It was not completely a lie, so I didn't feel guilty about it.

He seemed to chew on that for a moment before nodding. "Ya, you and a lot of ponies in the wasteland have the same idea. Lot of ponies have come out of hiding now that the slave trade roads have collapsed, and are looking to trade with each other again."

I knew it, everything is better now.

"What about you, are you looking for salvage too? Oh I hope you're not a scavenger, Pa always complained about scavengers being all thieves. Wait, where's my manners, my name's Lottery." I held out my hoof to shake it in the way Pa said would be all friendly like.

He bumped his hoof on mine "My name is Daral, and that bucket of bolts is my protect-a-pony, Bucket. He carries the heavy loads for me. And… I'm not a scavenger…. I'm a… prospector, ya a prospector. I find useful stuff and sell it to traders, like what I'm doing here."

It sounded a lot like what Pa said what scavengers do, but maybe I was being paranoid about it. Anyways, he looked like a good pony… well a good mule. I mean bad ponies are supposed to look all scary with spikes, smell bad and have wicked smiles filled with malice. Daral on the other hoof was kind of handsome, so he couldn't be bad.

Gathering my things, I made sure to shake the dust off my food before putting them in my bags. It was a bit of a rocky first encounter, but not all that bad, and potentially a new friend too. Like DJ Pon3 says, we must fight the good fight by helping each other.

"So, is there a way I can help? I'm a bit new at this, first time away from home and all. So maybe we can help each other." I asked.

Daral scratched his chin for a moment and smiled. "Actually there is this one thing." He then pointed further back. "This place was cleared out by the original residents long ago, but I ran into some local animals further back. If you could help me draw them away, then I can split some of the salvage I find."

I wasn't sure, but if it was just roaches or rats, then that was no problem at all for me. "Alright, what do I do?"

"Just go over there, where all the desks are and make some noise, a lot of noise." He explained as he pointed in another direction. "If you can kill them, that would be fantastic, otherwise keep them busy."

Simple enough. "I'll get right on it."

Nodding at each other, we both trotted away in different directions, with the robot staying put.

As Daral described, a small section of this building had an outcove of desks, it a mess of papers and rusted over contraptions. Looking for a way to make some noise, I found a bunch of moldy plates, and cringed at my idea.

Picking up a plate, I tossed it, the ceramic shattering loudly. Then another, and another. It was a waste of perfectly good plates, but I needed to make some noise.

After the sixth plate, I heard something like a howl, dry and strained. This was followed by the sound of things getting knocked over and the creek of a hinge. Holding my breath, I waited for whatever it was to get closer.

The unrhythmic sound of hooves trotting set my hairs on end as I watched a pony come into view. But this pony looked wrong, very wrong. They were extremely thin, to the point I could see their skeleton, and it was completely furless too. The eyes were all white and its lips were missing, showing its yellow rotting jaggedly broken teeth.

Fear gripped me as I realized what it was, Pa had told me about them... a feral ghoul.

The monster saw me and let out a dry gravely roar, which was then followed by another roaring from behind it. The ghoul dashed at me into a full reckless gallop, snarling loudly.

I jumped behind one of the desks, desperately grabbing for my gun. Pulling it out, the thing slipped out of my hooves when the ghoul slammed into the desk, sending it sliding along the ground.

Crawling over to grab my gun, I was slammed to the ground as the ghoul jumped onto my back. A sharp pain of the presser squeezed my shoulder from the ghoul biting me, but not penetrating. Panicked, I bucked into the air, knocking the ghoul off me along with my tarp cloak.

Looking back, the ghouls mouth had become tangled in my clock, thrashing about to free itself. This gave me the opportunity to grab my gun, so I dashed over and scooped it up.

With the bit in my mouth, I turned to the ghoul and aimed. It had just finished ripping my cloak into two, the monster's eyes now focused on me again, filled with an empty hunger.

*BANG*

A thick cloud of smoke enveloped me as my ears rang from the blast. Slowly as my hearing returned and the cloud dissipated, the result of my gunshot was revealed. The ghoul had survived, but I managed to blow off a leg.

Its mouth snapped and snarled at me as it slowly dragged itself to me, not giving up.

Sighing, and a little freaked out, I opened my gun to load another shell inside. But as I grabbed a second shell, I was knocked over by a tackle. Again my gun when sliding off, along with all my shells as they spilled out from my saddlebag. Clattering next to me, my axe fell not far from me.

As I pushed myself up, I saw a second ghoul scrambling up, and immediately jumping into a charge at me. Thinking quickly, I pulled my hat down, shoving it into the ghouls mouth as it tacked me again. The jagged teeth of the ghoul toure into the hat, the strands of dry grass filling its mouth.

Using the moment I had, I jumped over and grabbed my axe, securely biting onto the grip. With a dry hacking choff, the ghoul spat my now ruined hat out and charged again at me. Swinging my neck, the axe collided with the ghouls muzzle, shattering its bare teeth, making an unbearable screeching sound.

The monster hit the ground with a thud, where I then quickly got on top of the monster, and arced my head back for another swing. Snapping at me as it flailed its legs, the ghouls lips had been further split by my axe, giving it what looked like a wide jagged tooth grin that sent a shiver up my spine.

Just like killing a big rat, I thought to myself, while trying to not panic.

With a swing of my axe I buried it into the ghouls skull, making a dry crack. But that didn't kill it, as it kept trying to bite me. So pulling the axe out, part of its skull came with it, along with the rotting gore of its skull that released a foul stench. The ghoul then went limp, finally dead.

The sound of snapping teeth then drew my attention to the first ghoul, it having gotten very close now. Taking a step back to catch my breath, I then trotted around the disabled ghoul, stepping on its back before executing it just like the other. Be it by adrenalin or shock, the second time was a lot easier to do.

With the ghouls dealt with, I regathered my things, leaving the ruined hat and cloak behind, having sacrificed their lives honorably. I had to count myself lucky that the ghoul had gotten the clothes first and not me, or that there were not more of them.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

Trotting back to Bucket, my legs began to shake like crazy and my heart pounded. It was my first real fight, and other than some brushes, I was fine. But the image of the wide jagged smile was stuck in my mind, and every sound I heard caused me to almost jump in fright. If I was to fight another ghoul again, it would be too soon.

It wasn't long before Daral returned, a bit of gore on him and a pack filled with whatever he found. He looked at me, a mix of shock and… relief on his face.

"Ghouls, feral ghouls!" I said, still trying to get one of my legs to stop shaking. "I almost got killed!"

"Ya…. I um… didn't know it was ghouls. Ya, that's… I mean all I knew was that something was back there. And I knew you could deal with it. I mean you look like a capable dame." Dale said, giving me a wink at the end.

It… sounded plausible, and what would he get out of it if I had gotten hurt. Maybe I was acting too much like Ma and assuming the worst. He was a prospector, not some scavenger after all.

"Alright, but that was still fucked up, they didn’t even have lips.” I said with a shiver.

Daral stopped to think for a moment, then put his bag down to dig inside. “Actually I have something that will help calm your nerves. Always helps me after shit like that.” pulling out a bottle, he then offered it to me. “Good old fashioned luna shine, just what the doctor ordered.”

Taking the bottle, I popped off the cork, and took a sniff, the smell causing me to gag. “What the fuck is this?”

He took the bottle back and tipped it back into his muzzle, drinking what looked like a gulp. Visibly cringing as he passed the bottle back to me, a smile on his face. “Trust me, it’s harsh, but good shit. Really takes the edge off in times like this.”

I wasn't sure, but he had at least drank some of it himself, so it had to be at least safe. I could feel that one of my legs were still shaking a little, and the image of the ghoul was still in the back of my mind, so I figured that if it helped, then why not. Placing the bottle in my mouth I knocked the bitter and harsh tasting medicine down, making sure not to taste too much of it as I drank.

My body wretched from it and I struggled to not spit it up as my stomach protested and a burning sensation climbed up my throat.

Daral clapped in amusement, a smile still on his face. “Most ponies just sip the drink for the first time, but you went all in, not bad.”

I passed him back the bottle, still trying to not throw up. “So what is it?”

“Just strong booze, that's all. I know a few ponies who make it, and trust them to not cut chems into the mix.” he explained.

“As in alcohol? It’s different from what Ma and Pa make.” I said as I began to feel… calmer.

Daral shrugged. “There's different kinds of booze all over, most of them not that good, and some that are fantastic. Some ponies will pay a lot of caps for the old world shit if you can find it.'' He then pulled out a lavish looking bottle with amber brown liquid inside. “I got to say, this trip might at least net me some caps. Thanks by the way, you did a good job.”

“Caps?… Oh, right. Pa said that other ponies like to trade with them.” I said as I thought out loud.

A nod came from Daral then he sipped the bottle before passing it back to me. “In most places yes, not sure why, but I knew a pony who said it was the chem trade that started it. Something about trading chems for unopened bottles of sparkle-cola, and along the way it just became caps that they traded with.”

This time I shrugged as I took a long sip, it was becoming easier to drink now. “Don’t know much about trading, I didn't do that back home, just did my chores. No pony to talk with but my family, and nothing to see but the wasteland. We do have a radio, so there is that.”

“Not any pony but your family?” Daral asked.

Things were feeling… a bit fuzzy now, in a good way. “Na, not a pony. Ma and Pa wanted to live as far away from all the bad ponies, never saying why, but I know they had a good reason. Now that Redeye is gone, I think it’s time they open up, but they're still like no, no, too dangerous. And when I finally got them to at least let me see the world, Pa took it as that I needed a husband.”

Daral chuckled. “Sounds like family to me, got a brother, my mother pesters about getting her some grandchildren.”

I took another sip and gave the bottle back. “Ya, Ma was like, most mares already have a foal at your age. Like fuck that was going to happen if we never see other ponies. Anyways, I want to see the world, you know, go on an adventure, not stay home pregnant. But no, the wasteland is too dangerous, they will kill you they said”

“Well the wasteland is dangerous, they are right about that.” Daral said as he put the bottle down. “But you seem to know how to handle yourself.”

I smiled wide at that. “I certainly do, even made my own weapons for… well like with what just happened.”

“So, other than exploring, what do you plan to do out here?” Daral then asked.

I thought about it for a moment, but found it hard to think, with how fuzzy I felt. “I’m… not sure. I know I want to help others, like how I helped you. Do some fun stuff, see some cool things, you know, live. And well, finding a coltfriend would be nice too, and not some stallion my Pa picks out. Oh, maybe join the NCR!”

Daral again chuckled as he leaned back, looking up through the hole in the building. "I get that, well most of it. You don’t do what I do if you don't like wandering around. Most ponies just stayed where they were born, digging in the mud most of their lives. Safer that way, normally. Also ponies generally fear the unknown, so there's that too."

He then looked at me and grinned. "You're quite brave just heading out into the unknown like that, and with just some junk weapons too. And I'm sure your dad kept you away from others due to you being such a pretty mare."

I blushed at the complement, though I was sure my cheeks were already flushed at the time. "Oh I'm not sure about that, like I'm probably nothing like mares from cities and such. I mean that Velvet mare from the radio sounded far prettier than I."

"I don't know myself, her voice is real pretty and all, but I have never seen the mare myself." Daral said as he scooted closer to me. "But I've been all around the place, and compared to other mares I've seen, you're easily above most."

His words were making me feel a bit embarrassed and my mind a bit flustered, or was that the drinks doing? "You must be exaggerating, a mare from the middle of nowhere like me?"

Daral got closer, both making me a bit uncomfortable by his presence and a little excited by his attention. "Oh trust me, the wasteland has not been kind to most ponies out here. Between starvation and the radiation, it's not uncommon for most ponies to look like they're half way to ghoulification. You on the other hoof are quite healthy, have good teeth, and clearly not crazy. A mare like you would be quite desirable in most parts of the wasteland, you can trust me on that."

"Ma and Pa had always said that we were lucky to live where we were, with food and clean water. No raider or slavers too." I commented, feeling more comfortable with him being close to me.

He actually started to rub my back, which surprised me at first, but I also found myself enjoying the touch. It was a bit like when Ma would brush my mane, but different. I don't know why, but I wanted him to touch me more.

"Sounds like a little slice of paradise. Just like you." He said, his muzzle now close to my ear, his breath making me quiver a little. "Say, since it's getting late, you might as well stay with me for the night. Keep each other warm."

"I'm not feeling all that cold… actually I'm more hot than anything." I said, feeling a bit confused, but liking his offer. Having to sleep alone in the wasteland had been harder than I thought it would be. So having a pony next to me for at least a night didn't sound so bad. "Okay, it might get colder later."

Daral seemed to like this a lot as he pulled me in close, then passed me more of the Luna Shine. "Just to ask, how much do you know about sex?"

I drank more of the bitter drink, a bit confused by the question. "You mean what Ma and Pa do that made my brothers and little sister. Saw them once and they got all flustered like, why are you asking?"

"Well you want to give it a try, best way to stay warm." Daral asked me as he looked into my eyes.

I furrowed my brow, and chuckled, feeling real concerned now. "But that's how you get pregnant."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm a mule, I can't get you pregnant. So it will be completely safe, and fun, I promise."

His words slushed around in my head as I was having a hard time keeping my thoughts straight. He had been such a nice stallion so far, so there was no reason to not trust him. Also I had always been curious about sex, but Ma and Pa wouldn't tell me about it other then it was where babies came from. But I knew there was more to it, or it wouldn't feel good when I rubbed myself.

It also helped that I was feeling good right now, like really good. If I had to fight those ghouls again, I was sure I could stop them out with my hooves.

"Well… Okay, lets do the sex!" I excitedly exclaimed.

The smile on Daral's face became a wide grin as he got up and sat in front of me, his back legs spread out and a… third back leg sticking up? No, now that I look at it, it was what my Pa and brothers had, but harder.

Pointing at the third leg, he then said to me, "let's start with a blow job. All you have to do is lick and suck on my dick, then we can move onto the real thing."

That sounded disgusting, but if it was how it's done, then it was how it's done. Leaning down, I held onto it as I gave the shaft a lick, it was a bit salty, but bearable. His thing twitched as I held it, my tongue glazing his dick with my saliva. The smell of it made me want to do it more, and made my nethers itch.

After a bit of licking, I moved onto taking the thing into my mouth. It was too big for it all, I think, so I only took in the tip. A little confused on what exactly I was doing, began sucking it, hoping that's what I was supposed to do. It twitched more and I then chewed on it a little, getting a wince from Daral.

"Please don't use your teeth." He told me as I gave a confused look back. He then sighed and pulled my head back. "Sorry, maybe not the best thing for you to do when you're drunk. Lets just move onto the fucking. Turn around and stick that cute flank of yours in the air."

Shrugging, I let go of his dick and wiped some fluid that came from him off my lips. turning around and doing as he had said, the next thing I knew something wet and warm rubbed up on my crotch, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine. As he licked me, my forelegs gave out and I began to pant slowly. A moan escaped my mouth as a sensation I had never felt before enveloped me.

After a while he then stopped licking my crotch, and then climbed on top of me, his wait clearly more than my own as I was pushed down. What followed was his dick sliding into me, I was sure of it as it hurt at first, but quickly becoming pleasurable. Spreading my inside as he pushed himself into me. I began drooling from the feeling, unable to control myself as I let him in, my hips shaking.

With each thrust it caused me to moan with pleasure, panting and drooling for more as my mind became a haze. I felt something warm fill my insides, sending me to ecstasy, and making my legs twitch from it. But it was not over as he began again.

Everything became foggy as the night fell and we continued to fuck and drink. Letting Daral do as he wanted, filling me with warmth, all I could remember was wanting more.

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Waking up inside the building, my hips were sore, my ass hurt a bit, and I had the worst headache I had ever had in my life. “What did I do last night?” I grumbled as I got up.

My memory was fuzzy, but it was slowly coming back, and with it a deep feeling of dread. Bit and pieces at first, remembering letting that mule do one thing, then another, and with it… enjoyment.

I didn’t know what to think, and the headache didn’t help at all. On one hoof I had let some pony I just met stick his dick in me while shoving my head into the ground. One the other hoof… now that I was remembering, it was kind of fun.

I slapped myself in the face. “No Lottery, think strait. I want to be with a suave, dashing stallion who's a hero.” Stretching my sore legs, I called out. "Hay Daral, can we talk?" Maybe he was some pony with a dark history, trying to right a wrong, or stop some bad pony. I just needed to confirm with him, make sure I was not just some disreputable mare.

Nothing, I heard nothing but my own voice echoing in the empty building. Looking around I saw that I was alone, no signs of Daral or Bucket except for their hoof print leaving the building.

Scrambling up, I grabbed my saddlebag and found it lighter than it should be. Checking the insides, my gun and axe were there, along with my ammo and black powder. But everything else was gone. My food and water, along with anything I had picked up along the way was gone. It was supposed to last me another week and a few days. All gone!

"FUCK!" I shouted as I started to realize what had happened, leaving me confused. "He had said he was a prospector, not some thieving scavenger." I growled.

Taking a deep breath to calm down, I still had my weapons, so I was not entirely fucked.

I then stopped on the ground in frustration. "Fucker stole my virginity along with most of my stuff." I bemoaned, cursing my own stupidity.

Throwing on my saddlebag, I trotted outside, seeing that it was still somewhat early in the morning. Unfortunately I couldn't see any signs of Daral, or his robot, they likely had left hours ago. Even if I found their trail, I would need to stop to forage for food and water, where he didn't.

I already knew it was pointless to even try to catch him, but if I ever did see him again, "I'll fuck him right in the dick… buck him, buck him fucking damnit!"

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