Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Twenty

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I was told that it gets easier, that after a while I’ll get used to it. It was Madam Sparkling Delight who said it to me, and I hate that she was right. Over a month now into being a whore, and I have just grown to accept it. It didn't bother me anymore when I got felt up by strangers, or how I didn't hesitate to sit on some pony's lap to get them excited. I've even found myself doing this outside of work when I see a stallion I like.

Now I was able to keep a coherent thought as I was being rammed by two stallions, and not start crying. It helped that they were at least not bad looking, and I got to knock them around a little first. Though the fact that this was the fourth time this night was bothering me. I had somehow become the new dom mare for the Red Light. So now I did the tying up more than being tied up, among other weird things involving me being aggressive until a safe word was used.

Personally, it was better than being something to be used. Word had gotten around I let Wiretap hold my guns and such, and ended up having to be punished. Thankfully Sparkling had stood up for me, and I was able to make a deal, so it had only been for one night I was open for use, and given some chems. It was not fun, but when I finally stopped caring and relaxed, it wasn't that bad.

Still, being in a hole in the wall was strange at the least. And not many were gentle. But Shrimp did pay me a visit, paying extra to see me face to face that night. A bit pathetic, but also sweet.

Unfortunately I had been tricked into taking part in a day ling orgy some crazy pony paid for. Personally I would have rather been stuck in the hole where I didn't have to do much, and there was some control over how many clients there are and what they could do.

After that I was a bit more careful when Wiretap came around again. No guns, but I told her about other useful ticks. I think she just wanted to talk to an adult that wasn't treating her like a glass dagger.

Letting out my best moan as the moment came, both stallions finally lost strength, and I could catch my breath. Sadly it looked like I was going to need a new outfit, as the one I had been wearing was ruined more than normal.

So making sure that both stallions were satisfied, I then left, along with a rather nice tip.

“You’ve settled in quite well, even found your niche.” Sparkling said with a smile as she took my tip. “You can give it a rest for the night, don’t want you burning out.”

“Really! It’s like we're one big family, Madam!” I said with my best smile.

Sparkling pointed at me with her pipe with a joking smile on her muzzle. “Okay, now you're laying it on too thick. Go get washed up, I don’t know what those stallions were into, but they messed up your mane something fierce.”

I lifted a part of my now sticky mane, a bit depressed seeing it like this. “Should I have it cut, I mean seriously?”

“Trust me on this.” Sparkling leaned in close, playing with her extravagant looking long mane. “If you're planning on staying, then I say yes. It will save you a lot of pain to keep it short. Otherwise, don’t. A mares mane is part of her life, something to be treasured and cared for. So keep it as it is and dream of a normal life, or cut it and accept this life.”

She then flipped her mane and gave me a wink. "Anyways, it takes forever to grow a mane as long and fabulous as ours."

Taken aback by her statement, all I could do was nod and trot away to wash my mane out.

After doing the best I could to clean up, I trotted through the showroom with nothing but fishnet stocking in, getting a few looks. I knew everypony could see the speckles of yellowish white glowing on me, but I no longer cared anymore. And when a stallion slapped my rear, I didn’t flinch, as it was already a bit numb right now.

"Hey, I got ten caps, how about-" the drunk stallion began to make a request, but I raised my hoof to stop him.

"Sorry, I'm on my way out, anyways it costs more than that to spend time with me." I explained, then winked. "But if you come back tomorrow night, I might be on discount, where even ten caps will get your dick sucked."

The stallion looked lost in thought as I moved on. It wasn't completely true, as there's always extra costs, or ways to get ponies to pay more. But it wouldn't be the first time I trotted around with prices painted on me, and simple blow jobs tended to be ten caps a go.

As I near the exit my eyes then caught several griffons at the bar, among them Horus. Sugar was already among them, as two of the talons were her regulars, so I knew they were to soon head off for some fun. Trotting up to them I sat next to Horus, smiling.

“A bit late for you to be up?” I asked the older griffin.

Horus chuckled. “Just wanted to see how you're doing Lottery.”

I frowned. “You know, taking things day by day. I doubt you'd like to know how my work has been.”

He shot back his glass of whisky. “That I do not.”

“Well I’m getting off work, maybe you want to get a drink with me?” I asked, fluttering my eyes.

Horus then sighed. “Unfortunately I have to get back to the shop soon. I recently got an order to fix up a bunch of greaser guns for the NCR. These two idiots dragged me here to relax for a bit before I got back to work.”

I placed a hoof onto his claw, and another in between his legs. “Well, if you just have a little bit of time, maybe I can help with that.”

“Not for free,” he said with a smile.

I smiled back, feeling him get hard. “Not while I’m at work.”

He dropped a chip for the bartender and got up, knowing where to go for a quickie. Though since it was Horus, I planned to do a bit more than just suck his dick.

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“And you actually did it. Knot and all” Low said in mild shock. “I thought you didn’t want him to see your new piercing.”

I sighed, doing my best to sit still as the mane Dresser, Sunset, worked on my mane, getting it back to its natural beauty. I had neglected its care before going to sleep, and now needed a lot of help before I did anything. “Well ya, I still don’t know how you and Sugar got me to do that, and is it supposed to, you know, feel like that?”

“I’m a stallion dear, I know nothing about getting a stud on a clit!” Low responded.

“Right. Well like I said, I was a bit tipsy, and after my last clients, a bit numb to pain.” I reiterated what I had told Low, then added. “Anyways, it was Horus, other than a few Talons, he is the only good stallion I ever get to have time with. You can't have all the fun you know.”

“Miss Lottery.” Sunset said with a sigh, trimming off a split end from my mane. “I think you're spending too much time with Low Pressure.”

Low chuckled. “You're talking like I’m a bad influence. Frankly, I’m the best influence, how else have I done so well.”

Sunset then pointed his trimmers at his Ex, “No, you're a narcissistic pretty stallion with delusions of superiority. But are too lazy to actually make something of yourself. At least Miss Lottery has an excuse for working at that place. The poor dear.”

That put, if a bit depressing, a smile on my face. “Thanks Sunset, but sometimes I wonder if this is all I’m good for. Maybe I should just accept it.”

“Nonsense!” Sunset said, returning his attention to my mane. “I’m sure that once you're done with this mess, you will be free to show the world your true talent. I bet that there is a good stallion out there who can see you for who you really are, and will make you happy. You just need to believe in yourself.”

“Aww.” Came form Low, as he fluttered his eyes at Sunset. “Now I remember why I loved you.”

“Hermaph” came from Sunset, “May I remind you that I’ve already found a stallion of my own, so don’t go trying to seduce me. It’s not going to work. Besides, I know all your tricks.”

With a few more snips and tying it up a bit to the side, he was done with my mane, again showing me it with his mirrors. Along with dying the wight streak in my mane a neon purple, my mane had taken on a more wild feel to it, which helped with work. I planned on having it go back to the old style once I head home, but right now I wanted to look more powerful, more in control.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. “Thanks… Sunset.. It looks magnificent.”

The dapper looking Pegasus gave me a light hug. “Oh, think nothing of it. It’s the least I can do. Now go out there, and don’t stop being you. But do take care of yourself. ”

Feeling refreshed, I trotted out. Though now I wash regularly, I hardly feel clean anymore. So visiting the salon was one of the few ways I could feel normal again. Sunset had become a morale booster for me over this month. It also helped that my jumpsuit really downplayed my body, so I didn’t have to worry about getting hit on as much when off work.

The jumpsuit also hid what I wore underneath, as I had taken a habit of wearing similar clothes that I use at work under the jumpsuit. Most times it's tight fitting fishnets and panties, but sometimes I go out with something more stimulating. This way if A stallion comes onto me, I'm ready, and can be the one who initiates.

As I trotted by an ally, the sound of rustling caught my ears, along with a light moan. I didn't need to investigate to know what was going on. Not everypony that wanted a job got one at the Den, so some would whore themselves off in the shadows of the back allies. From my time here, I had seen or heard about enough dead ponies to understand the dangers of that. So long as I was with the den, I was protected, among other things.

Which reminded me that it was almost time for my medical checkup. But first I needed to blow off some more steam.

Finding my way to the shooting range, I had become a regular here as I practiced my aim nearly every day. Recently I had finally gotten the last part for my shotgun, and now was as good as any for test firing. Though disgusting, I had made a good choice in using my body for those parts, as the NCR had been buying what guns they could get. Even some ammo was getting expensive right now. Fortunately I didn't need to sell myself for bullets, at least right now that is.

Pulling out the shotgun, the new wood had the same dark purple stain and pink grain pattern as my other guns. The two mechanics were a lot more kind to me after I started sleeping with them. Even getting me better materials for my guns, and other things I needed or wanted. It made doing what I did more bearable, but also got me a bit more unwanted attention from the other mechanics, wanting to "trade". Fortunately they all kept their mouths shut about our private time around the foreman, so I still had access to the workbench.

At the end of the barrel was my gold plated axe, which fortunately stayed on the gun, even when moving on its own to me. It made the shotgun a bit top heavy, but I hoped it would help reduce the kick when firing.

I placed the buttstock to my shoulder, my left forehoof on the forward brace, and my right forehoof over the hoof guard. Having taken a crouching position for stability, the weight of the axe did hurt my ability to hold it up. But this was a shotgun, not a rifle, so accuracy was not my main concern.

Placings my hoof into the hoof guard and over the trigger, I then pulled back, finding the trigger a bit more stubborn than I liked. The shotgun gave out a blast, rattling the side of the targets with small holes. As I had hoped, the gun didn't kick as much as it should, thanks to the extra wait on the front. It didn't even push on my shoulder all that much, which was nice. But I was going to need to adjust the trigger.

Letting out a few more blasts as fast as I could, I let out a little chuckle. It wasn't much, only five shells, but any pony caught off guard would be dead enough for me.

A whistle came from nearby, and as I turned, I saw a grease covered and tired Horus, trot over. "There must be a gun pony weeping at what you did to that beauty, and a young talon salivating at the idea of using it."

"Well if any creature wants it, It's not for sale. Not that I could if I wanted to." I said as I wiggle my flank at him.

He shrugged. "Just saying, ya know. Guns restored like that could do well paying off a debt, but only fools would sell off their only form of protection." The griffin then stretched out his claw to me, visibly requesting the shotgun. "But if you did sell it off, I wouldn’t mind you staying with me, even for a short bit. My bed is always open to you.”

“I.. I know, but it’s still too soon for me. And I don’t want to burden you with my debt.” I said to him as I hoofed over the shotgun. Though what I said was not a lie, I also didn’t say that I felt too dirty to be with him like that. I was, after all, just a whore, and Horus deserved better.

Horus started loading the shotgun as he talked. "Now I've seen a few lever actions like this, real old and such. Where most guns let you keep a bullet in the chamber." He placed a shell in the chamber, but then dropped another into the gun, actually dropping it in. Then he pulled back the lever, closing the gun. "These guns can take two more, turning its capacity from five to seven."

I was then given back my shotgun, leaving me a bit in awe.

"Think nothing of it. Anyways, I care about you. And if this ever helps you kneecap that contract cheating stallion, then more the better." He told me before trotting away.

I then blushed profusely. "Wait, y… y... you can't just say that and trot off!"

He laughed. "I can and will. Oh and next time you go get drunk, just crash on my bed, the last thing I want is you ending up someplace dangerous. Anyways I gotta get back to work."

With a bit of a confused sigh, I hugged my shotgun tightly. He was doing this more and more often lately, and it was getting harder to just say no to him. But I didn’t deserve his warm and tender embrace, no. I was, after all, just a whore.

After some more shooting to make sure all my guns shot striate, I began packing up. Then I heard a roar of gunfire and a rather wicked laughter that followed.

Peeking, I saw a familiar rainbow colored mane attached to a beautiful but scared up mare. Struggling to remember, the name eventually came to me.

"Molotov?" I said out loud.

The mare turned her head to me and smiled. "Hey… you… I know you?"

I rolled my eyes. "We met once, that red stallion was hitting on me."

Molo's eyes widened in realization. "Oh, it's you… Lottery was it. How's it going, did you get your stallion?"

"Well… I rather not talk about that." The memory of Tripwire was far from a happy memory now, only a reminder of how stupid I am.

"Wait, it couldn't have gone that badly." Molo said as she trotted over to me. "Say, why don't we go find you a better stallion. Or maybe a mare if that fancies you?"

I gently pushed her back a little. "No and no. I'm over looking for a stallion, and have no interest in mares."

"Too bad, I know a fun place we can go. But if you're not feeling it, then you're not feeling it." Molo said, cocking a smile as she levitated my rifle out of my bag. "Now look at this shit, It's got pretty colors and everything. Ohh, sompony carved little dice along the butstock, nice."

Taking my rifle back, I returned it to its bag. "Ya, sadly, I have things to do. But It's been nice seeing you. Maybe we can catch up later."

"Laters fine, I'll be here for a few days. Staying at that cheap motel, the one with the small rooms." She informed me.

"I know the place, see you later." I told her and trotted off.

It was good seeing a familiar face. At least the ex-raider looked to be doing alright. More than I could say.

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"Alright, you look healthy as can be. Any weird aches or pains by the way?" The griffin, Doctor Helga, then asked me.

"Sometimes my leg has a pinch of pain in it, the one that broke." I admitted, then asked. "You mind, you know… it's getting a bit cold."

She closed the clamp that was being used to look inside me, "right, sorry about that. I do this so often now, that frankly I have nightmares about it. If the pay wasn't good for it I'd move to some smaller well armed town by now."

I then felt Doctor Helga feel up my leg, her claws touching the metal struts under the skin. "Either is a type of phantom pain, the nerves compensating, or magical bullshit. That or a lot of other things, you would need to find an old world ghoul doctor to figure that out. But if it gets worse, come see me and I'll do what I can."

Happy to close my legs, I sat up. "Thanks, and do you need to look inside every time?" I asked as I put my panties on.

The griffin chuckled, but not in a happy kind of tone. "The preventative shot is not perfect, and there's some shit that can't be stopped. If I find it in one worker, then we can save the others."

A cold shiver ran down my spine. "Has that ever happened?"

"Exceptionally rare, but yes. One time it involved mutation, the other, magic. One Wastelander had a run in with a freak in an old hospital, so likely trotted through taint as well. The poor mare was, well, it's best left unsaid. Both bodies had to be burned, and a radiation check installed for any pony trying to get in."

"And the other?" I asked.

"Believe it or not, some crazy gender swapped magical braminshit. Caused a bit of a panic before it was put under control, and the ponies cured." This time she laughed with actual amusement. "Oh that was a fun night."

Doctor Helga then pulled out a needle and jabbed me in the shoulder and injected me with the medicine. "Okay, this should keep you safe for the next three days. Now if you see a stallion who looks super off, you can say no, the money isn't worth a superbug."

"I know." I said rubbing my shoulder.

She rolled her eyes, "Little more than a month here and they're already in your head."

"What?" I said in a confused tone.

"Grizzly Deal and Sparkling Delight, they've worked with each other for a long time. Raised like sisters I think. So they know most of the old slaver tricks." Doctor Helga said as she put the needle into a container. "Before Redeye began chewing through slaved like bullets in a machine gun, the process of keeping slaves was a lot more subtle. Frankly, there were quite a few slaves who didn't even understand that they were slaves."

I cocked an eyebrow at that. "Wait, how is that possible?"

"Same way you are now fine taking dick on command. It's all about conditioning. Carrot and stick kind of shit. If you apply the right pressure onto a creature, you can get them to think or do what you want." Doctor Helga then pulled out a photograph of several ponies and griffins, which included a younger Doctor Helga, and a teenaged looking Grizzly, and Sparkling. "It is a similar method used to train up and coming talons here, getting them in the right headspace for violence."

She put the picture away as she continued. "Where Fillydelphia trains working slaves, this place trained in house slaves. Meaning that Grizzly's family needed the slaves they sold to not end up killing their owners. So their slaves were specialty conditioned and trained. One of the tricks was to not use the word slave, such as servants. Which unfortunately inspired Redeye's whole worker braminshit."

"So… am I just another slave then. Too dumb to realize it." I said, feeling dejected.

"Miss Lottery, you're in slave limbo. Yes you might as well be one, but at the same time you can't be bought or sold, only your debt. Just keep your chin up and get it paid off, then you can trot free. Or stay, it's all up to you in the end. I mean you don't even have to work in the brothel."

"So why are you telling me this?" I then asked.

"Just reminding you that you can do more. Anyways, you're in this mess because of a contract braker, not because of anything you actually did." Doctor Helga said as she passed me back my jumpsuit. "So I would rather you leave here with a sound body and mind. It's not much, but in this place it's more than we can hope for."

Taking my jumpsuit, I smiled a little. "Thanks, and any advice for keeping that sound mind?"

Doctor Helga placed a claw under my chin, getting a beek ro muzzle with me. If I had been into the same sex, I know I would have been drawn into her rough and mature beauty. "Avoid the chems when you can, drink less booze, and stop thinking of yourself as a whore."

I was a bit stunned. "How did you… know."

"I'm your doctor, I can see the effects in your body. As for the third thing, it's how Sparkling keeps her mares under her hoof. She never quite says it, but she slips the idea into her workers heads. Even if it's unintentionally now, old habits are hard to break. She is a good mare, and does care for you and the other workers, but change takes time" Doctor Helga then backed off, giving me some space. "So just keep a better inner view of yourself, and that should help you survive."

Getting my suit back on, and zipping it up. I still felt unsure with myself, but not as much as before. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

"Think nothing of it. And make sure you don't tell no pony, not even shorty over there." She said, pointing to the doorway.

Poking her head from around the corner, I saw Wiretap staring at me. The older filly likely wanted me to show her something, and luckily I just fixed up something cool.

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My beartrap snapped shut, causing Wiretap to jump back.

"And that's how it works." I told the filly as part of a demonstration.

I still didn't know why I kept the thing, but since I still had it, I made sure to clean it up. Now this thing was a nice black color with a stronger spring. I just had to make sure not to ever step on it again.

"So, that's the thing that broke your leg right?" Wiretap asked.

"Unfortunately, yes. Worse, I used a healing potion before setting my leg. That was a mistake. Limped all the way back here to get the damage fixed." I told her.

Wiretap visibly cringed. "That had to be painful."

I nodded. "Extremely."

Eyeing the filly, I could see her fidget, clearly wanting something. It had mostly been the same thing, to see my revolver. "No, don't have the revolver with me, and you know how your mother feels about that."

Wiretap frowned at me. "But… I will be real quiet about it, mom will never know."

With a sigh, I put a hoof on the filly's shoulder. "Wiretap, I know you're eager to grow up, but trust me, It's not worth it. Anyways, I'm sure your mother will give you one in time."

"Like when I'm as old as her!" She huffed.

I chuckled. "Knowing her, that might not be far off. Still, she is not wrong, it is dangerous being an adult."

Pushing me off her, Wiretap blew a raspberry at me. "So what, if I had a gun I could beat anything, like the Lightbringer."

In the corner of my eye I could see a pony waiting for me, meaning it was time to wrap this up.

"Well from what I heard, the Lightbringer was older than you… I think." I said with a shrug. "Well she was certainly better educated, coming from a stable and all. Maybe you should work smartening up, and read a few books."

This got her annoyed. "You're starting to sound like my mom! All boring. BORING!" She yelled, then trotted away.

Strangely, she seemed to be in more of a rush when leaving than normal. But the sooner she had left the better.

Looking over at the pony waiting for me, I glared at him. "You know not to come near the filly. Damn grease rats."

It was one of the maintenance ponies, a grin on his face. "Sorry, just wanted to let you know that something nice fell off the back of the wagon recently. Thought you might be interested."

Lately the things they showed had not been worth it, but it didn't hurt to give it a look.

"Alright, show me." I said, trotting over to follow him.

He took me to one of the storage rooms, the place normally for holding useless scrap. It also made a good place to temporarily hide things from the foreman.

Right now it had four more stallions inside, which was not the best sign, but I was not too worried. If push came to shove, the maintenance staff would avoid causing a scene, or the Forman might find out, and that bitch considerably terrifying if angered. So long as no pony was stupid, no pony got hurt.

I also had gained their trust as a pony who didn’t run their mouth. So they weren't ever rough with me, unless I asked them to be.

Trotting over to a crate they were presenting, I didn't see all that much but scraps of leather. Some belts, and what had to be a buckle. All mostly junk, useful junk, but I had enough of that already.

"Wait, please don't tell me you think I'm this cheap?" I asked one of them.

The stallion chuckled. "Told ya she wouldn't bite. Here show here the real special shit that passed through."

A hard case was pushed over, and was opened up. Inside I saw what looked to be some good quality holsters and armor plates. A bit rough around the edges, but that could be buffed out. Strangle was the red cloth around them, held together with buckles. They all had the depiction of an eye on them.

I glared at mechanics with annoyance. "Theas are from Fillydelphia! You could get us killed for just having them nearby."

One stallion raised his hooves up. "I know I know. We didn't know what they were when we got them. Just knew it was a smuggeres wagon, and they wouldn't dare report a few things missing."

Another stallion stepped forward. "It's actually been happening a lot recently, lots of smugglers moving shit. Like somepony is planning a big move. So we ended up with a bit more of this shit and no way to fence it. But we know you're good at making things into new things, like with those guns of yours. So I thought we could come to a deal."

Looking at the things inside, it wasn't like it would be impossible to remove the Redeye markings without breaking the stuff. But it will be annoying to do.

"Alright, but what do I get out of this?" I asked.

"You get to keep some of it, how does that sound?" The first stallion offered.

Thinking about it, it wasn't a bad deal. The holsters would be nice when hulling around my guns, same for having a bit of armor for my suit. "Throw in a hundred caps and you have a deal."

The first stallion then trotted up to me. "I knew we could rely on you for help." He then began to feel me up. "Now we can't move this stuff until tomorrow without others getting noisy. You understand, either they're looking for ex-Redeye supporters, or looking for their cut. So why don't we all have some fun before you go to work. I'll even throw in my old tools you've been eyeing."

Letting him continue, I just sighed. "Okay, but all of you pitch in, and don't touch my mane or tail."

I knew if this was a month ago, I'd be panicking at the thought. But now… it was just business.

As the stallions surrounded me, I unzipped my suit, ready to take them. It was at least not the worst thing I've done, and was all I was good for.

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Having returned to my locker after washing up, I still felt a bit dirty, but at least I secured some more interesting things. All I needed to do was quietly remove all the Redeye markings. But that was for tomorrow, and right now I had work to get to.

Still, I couldn't help but feel that I had long since gone too far, letting myself become such a loose mare. Maybe Doctor Helga was right, and Sparkling was turning me into some kind of sex slave. Not that I had a choice, but maybe I did need to change how I thought of myself.

But after all the things I had done, what else was I but a whore…

Maybe the doctor was right, and I needed to stop thinking that way. But that needed to wait until tomorrow, right now I had to get ready for work.

As I reached for my key, I found it missing. I know I left it in my suit pocket, where I always keep it. Yet it was missing.

Patting the suit down and checking my bag, it was nowhere to be found. Quickly I came to realize that it was lost, and likely when I took my suit off. Now I really regretted fucking those maintenance ponies.

"Are you okay, Lottery." Low Pressure asked as he trotted to his locker. The stallion's mane was a perfect bundle of curls, and his coat shined in the light.

"No, I lost my locker key." I said with a sigh.

"Oh, only that, I do that all the time." He said as he pulled out a bobby pin from his wing. "Hoof me that screwdriver and I'll get it open."

Giving him my newly acquired screwdriver, Low proceeded to mess with the lock until it gave a click. He then opened it in a dramatic fashion. "Open sesame seed!"

I gave him a little applause, as he earned it. "Thanks, hopefully I'll find the key soon. It's probably down in maintenance."

"Still sleeping around down there?" He asked me.

"Only when they got some good stuff." I answered as I shoved my bag into the locker.

The inside had several things I wanted to take home with me, mostly being tools. Pa had always complained that he needed more tools, same for Ma with gardening tools. At the very least I'll not be returning home with empty hooves.

Hanging up my suit and taking out my skimpy uniform, I couldn't help but feel that something was not right. Like I had once again let my stupidity befall doom onto me again. Was it the lost key, or taking that deal… maybe I should rethink today over

A light slap on my rear derailed my train of thought. Smiling from behind was Sugar Honey.

"Those piercings look good on you! You should get another." She squealed out, being a bit more energetic then normal.

Seeing a bit of white powder under her nose was all I needed to know. "Thanks Sugar, but no, what I have is already a bit too much for me. I don't need any more studs down there."

She gave a little frown before smiling again. "Whatever! So you want to do a competition, I heard there's a crowd tonight?"

I cringed a little inside. Competing with her at work was not something I could win. But it was an opportunity to make caps. "Maybe, let's go through Sparkling first."

She basically vibrated in place. "Oh this will be so fun. Let me get the paint, who gets more tallies wins!"

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