Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Twenty One

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With one last hit of a chisel, I was done. The last Item bearing Redeye's symbol had been defaced, and reworked to look like it was from Ursa's Rest. I had decided to replace the eyes with stars the best I could, and dyed them all dark purple with pink highlights. which also helped hide the scratches from my reworking.

I had spent most of my time off doing this, and the maintenance ponies had already picked up their share and left me some extra caps for my trouble. It was good to do some real hard work, and without having to have sex with anypony.

Maybe I should have asked to work back here instead as part of the Red Light. The thought made me sigh. Even if this was better work, it didn't pay as much as being in the Red Light Showroom did.

Testing out my new gear, it fit nicely onto my suit. Holsters for my guns, though I had to get creative for the shotgun, having used some of the scraps of leather for it. The armor for my legs blended in nicely with my suit and boots. And the other armor easily fit under my jumpsuit, helping the suit keep a low profile. I had only brought my shotgun today for holstering, so I'll have to properly fit the other two tomorrow, then I will be done. Overall, I felt like I could take on the world, or at least a few raiders.

Happy with my work all done, I trotted out from the back rooms and to the employees dorm. Passing by a few coworkers on break. Cornbread gave me a sheepish wave as I passed, and I awkwardly waved back. I had tried to get with him a few times, only to find out he was dating Sunset. After that I left him be, as his barn door didn't swing my way, and I didn't want to get beaten Sunset and his love life.

Reaching my locker, I noticed that it wasn't closed all the way. Likely because I sucked at lock picking. With a sigh I just shoved my new stuff into the locker, along with my suit. The additional tools were now starting to really fill up the locker, meaning that I probably should stop collecting things now.

Grabbing my uniform, I then made my way to the showers, only to be stopped by Sparkling, who looked a bit concerned. "Ah good. Lottery, have you seen the little miss?"

"Wiretap? No, I haven't." I told her.

Sparkling then sighed. "Well let me know if you do. She's run off again, and was last seen around here."

This again. She had a habit of running off, but sh3 was normally back by the end of the day, so I wasn't that worried "I'll do that."

"Thanks, Lottery. I don't know why, but she seems to really like you. Grizzly rather not have her be around ponies who work in the Red Light, you understand. But Wiretap has been less argumentative after being around you, so she's allowed it." Sparkling informed me. "I hate for her to be grounded again, not when she finally calmed down."

"Same here." I said before trotting passed her. "If I see her after work, I'll talk with her. She's a sweet filly, despite who her father is."

"Ya, please continue to not tell Wiretap about him. Oh, and you might want to bring your A game tonight. I found a client who's a right fit for you." Sparkling said with a wink, then trotted off, still looking worried.

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At first I was rather excited when I met this client. He was a big client, both in wealth, size and in endowment. Unfortunately he just wanted me to step on that endowed member, which really disappointed me. Something about how some stallions obsess over hooves just didn't sit right with me at all.

"I'm a bad colt mama!" He blurted out before collapsing, hot liquid covering my back hooves.

It was really weird, but the pervert paid a lot for it, better pay than I got all week. But still, who gets this obsessed over hooves?

At least cleaning up was easy, but I was left entirely unsatisfied. As was my luck with stallions.

Returning to the showroom, I made sure to trot with swaying hips, hoping to attract another high paying client. This trot was helped by the heels I used, it somehow attracted more perverts who liked to be dominated.

Finding Sugar, who was at a booth sitting on a stallion's lap, I trotted over to say hi. But she gave me a rather nervous smile. It didn't take much investigating to see what was up, their shaking hips being all I needed to see.

"Say, if you really need to fuck, we have rooms." I informed the client, doing my best to sound both friendly, yet authoritative.

It wasn't like we can't have sex at the booths, but that was more for quick and dirty blowjobs, not what was going on here.

The stallion laughed, blowing smoke in my face. "Wait your turn, whore."

Another stallion at the booth waved me over. "You can always ride me!"

Shrugging, I got in and sat next to the stallion, then whispered into his ear. "You know, I'm not for free, Stud."

He whispered back. "That's what they all say." Then he laughed.

Frowning, I needed to confirm if they intended to pay or not. "Don't tell me you're going to run out on little sexy us. No way you would be such a dashing scoundrel." I said to him as I rubbed his thigh. The little acting lessons I got from Sparkling were now paying off… I hoped.

"You can always come with us, not the first mare we've kept for ourselves." He said, chucking darkly.

A felt a pinch of fear, full knowing what he ment, but also a whole helping of anger. What the other stallion was doing with Suger was not sex, no agreement or pay. They wanted to get their rocks off and run. It was rape.

I then felt a hoof on my head as the stallion was going to clearly force me to suck his dick. Fortunately I had played this roal many times before, and wasn't going to panic. I just needed to think calmly, and come up with a plan.

All I needed to do was get the bouncer's attention. All Talon mercenaries, and all more than willing to drag a pony off and gut them.

He wasn't gentle, but I managed to keep myself from gagging until he was done, swallowing it all down. Again he laughed as he let me free. "This bitch is good, too bad we ain't got caps for bitches, right bro!"

Wiping the cum off my mouth, I then politely said, "you better pay up, if you know what's good for you."

"And you do what?" He asked.

I knew screaming wasn't going to get a quick response, the music was too loud. But if a fight starts, ya that gets the bouncers attention.

Smiling, I scooped up a half empty bottle of beer, then smashed it into his face.

Things became a blur as the other stallions flipped the table, and tossed Sugar to the side. I rolled away from the flying glasses, just nearly avoiding getting crushed by that table. Then I got up ready for what came next.

What I had not expected was a small gun pointed right at me. What he didn't expect was a bar stool slamming him into the back of his head.

Holding the barstool in her hooves, and standing over the stallion was Molotov, who looked quite drunk. "Fuck ya, you stupid asshole. I should carve ya a new fuck hole for toching a hard working mare like that!"

The second stallion then got up, blood dripping from his face. "Not before I-" he was cut short by a tackling griffon. Along with two more griffons who grabbed the first stallion and Molo. All three ponies were quickly stripped of everything they had, blood oozing from where the talons dug into their flesh.

Trotting up to the Talon that had Molo, I told him, "she's good, you can let her go."

Letting Molo go, he went to help the other two griffins drag the stallions off.

Soon I was met with Sparkling, who was holding a less than cheerful Sugar. "Care to tell me what that fucking was?"

I explained the situation, and Sparkling listened carefully. Once she heard everything, the madam let out a long sigh. "Right, well I don't condone what you did, I am grateful you did something. I'll see that you get a little extra pay for tonight, but next time just leave and get the bouncers. That's what their job is for. Now I need to look after Sugar here, the poor dear deserves a rest."

As I watched Sparkling leave, I felt a hoof wrapped around my shoulder as Molo struggled to hold herself up, her breath reeked of booze. "Say that ladys ass is devine, but so are yours. Want to fuck, I got caps?"

"How about you sober up first. Drink some water." I told Molo, not feeling like getting it on with a friend, or a drunk mare.

"You… you're a tall glass of water." She mumbled as I dragged her to the lounging area.

There I found Low taking a break, so I dropped Molo right next to him and propped her up in between us.

He looked at Molo with suspension. 'Who's this wild mare?'

"Molotov, kind of a friend." I told him. "Can you watch her, I need to get her some water."

Low flashed me a tired smile "Alright, but don't take too long."

Trotting to the bar, I saw that everything was already back to normal. They even got the broken glass off the floor, and a pony at the recently ruined booth. Business stops for nopony I guess.

As I waited for the glass of water, I felt a slap on my rear as two new stallions flanked me.

"Hey, we're looking for a good time!" One said as he rubbed my piercings.

"We want to do some real dirty shit, and with you." The other requested.

Business stopped for nopony. "Alright, but I got to deliver a drink first. I'll meet you by the dungeon over on your left. It's where the real dirty fun is. Just pay the mare at the desk."

The water was dropped off in front of me and I took it, giving the stallions a wink as I left.

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"So that stallion just left you with the debt, and now you work here?" Molo reiterated my story, greedy to know more after sobering up a little.

I don't know why, likely the beer, but I told her everything. She didn't seem all that shocked by it, and not once laughed at me.

"E'yep, and now I'm a whore." I said, then gulped down my beer.

"A whore? Lottery, you got to know what it's like to have a back alley gang bang on top 0f a trash pile to be a whore. You're just a professional brothel mare, and a bussy one at that. Trust me, I know the difference." Molo said in an upbeat tone.

Low raised a hoof, "I guess I'm a whore then."

Molo lightly slugged him on the shoulder. "Raiders don't quite count, there's that whole problem of them killing you if you don't do it. Trust me, I know that too."

Now I was getting curious about her myself. "Okay, you keep saying that, but how much do you know?"

Molo let out a light chuckle. "If you really want to know, I don't mind telling. You see, I was born and raised in a brothel. Was one of the Pillow Mares of Fillydelphia. Not the best place, but we were armed enough that no pony dared to try to be our pimp."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Wait, born and raised… in a brothel."

"Worked as one as soon as I was old enough. Well more as a honey trap at first, for more wealthy stallions looking for a clean mare. My first stallion was rather nice, if a bit naive. I had hoped he would come in and take me with him for the high life, but the fool up and disappeared when Redeye moved in. His family wasn't on the winning side, so he likely got killed in the fighting. " She explained in a cheerful tone. "Anyways, aunts and sisters all looked after each other. Cared for each other. Times were never easy, but together it was not hard… well except for the dicks, those were always hard."

She then nudged me playfully. "Say, if you're down to staying in this job, I can show you a few tricks. From an older Pillow Mare to a young one."

"Well like I told you, it's not really my choice if I stay or not. But sure, maybe later." I said reluctantly.

"Braminshit!" Molo blurted out as she slapped my back. "You always have a choice. Let me see that contract of yours, I'm sure I can sort something out. Been a long time, but I still know my contracts."

I nervously smiled. "I don't know."

Molo just slapped my back again and said, "just trust me, bring that thing down later and I'll look it over for ya. The worst that could happen is nothing changing."

Now I rolled my eyes. "The worst is I could get put into a glory hole for a day."

"Hay, if I fuck things up, I'll take your place for that." Molo said with a chuckle.

Sighing, I finished off my beer, then requested a new one by raising the empty mug. "Though I'd love it if you did take my place, I need the money. Anyways, I'm used to it now. I mean, some of the stuff I do doesn't hurt that much anymore."

Molo cocked an eyebrow at me. "Lottery, it shouldn't hurt unless you like the pain."

"Fine fine," I huffed out. "So… if you were doing that, how did you become a raider?"

The mare actually went quiet for a long moment, some of the joy having drained from her muzzle. "It's a bit of a long story. But let's just say that out of Redeye's generous heart, he took something important to me, and I was forced to accept it or leave."

"Oh… sorry." Was all I could say.

A smile returned to Molotov's face. "Don't be, you did nothing wrong. Anyways, being a raider wasn't all that bad. Ya some of the crew were right bastard psychose. And I got caught on the bad end of a surprise pump and dumped a few times. But once I found my own crew within the raiders, most ponies learnd to not fuck around with me."

"That sounds… far from good." I commented.

She shrugged. "Most of us weren't raiders because we chose to be. It was either accept the abuse or starve out in the wasteland. "

A grone came from Low. "Tell that to the Brain Nails, they absolutely loved being raiders. Expechaly Bandsaw, that bitch is scary. "

Molo scrunched up her nose as she said, "Band Saw… Bandsaw…. Is she a three legged one eyed bitch with a pipe sniper rifle?"

Low's eyes opened widely. "Ya, you know her?"

"Ya, met her a few times. Bitch was a real piece of work, and her clan is scary crazy." Molo confirmed before further explaining. "She'd go around trying to recruit mares to her clan, and get in fights with any pony that looked at her the wrong way. Always being sneaky about it too, so when the boss would order them dead, they would already be gone."

"Was that Raider clan called the Bailfire Fiends?" I asked.

Molo nodded. "Ya, their called the Baelfire Fiends, and the fuckers liked to dip their hooves in everyponies business. Worst, they love to pretend to be other raiders, or not raiders even, so you never know when one is around. So if ya pissed them off, it wasn't odd if you then vanish to never be heard of again. They even tried to kill the boss off a few times, but the Talons weren't having that."

That sounded a bit odd to me. "Didn't Gwadina get the Lightbringer to kill the boss of the Shatter Hoof Raiders?"

I got a shrug from Molo. "Ya she did, though I think it was more about making sure the Bailfire Fiends didn't take over, then the protection of the old boss. Rumor has it that the Bailfire Fiends and Talons really hate each other… Wait, I think I heard that the two had some kind of big brawl in this town some years ago."

I then felt Molo pull me in close, smiling wickedly. "Ya know, talking about history makes my head hurt, so let's talk about some fun weird shit. Like, what gets you off the most, I'm personally for some rough BDSM. Slap me hard and I'm good to go."

My beer then arrived and I grabbed, looking at it before taking a swig. "So far, I've enjoyed being the one in power." I admitted, also a bit over with the history talk.

Again she laughed, and began sharing with me some of her stories as I drank. It was weird, but I actually enjoyed talking with her, even though it was about work. There was a refreshing honesty to her that I didn't get from anypony else. Well except for Low, but that was way different.

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Again waking up with a hangover, I felt the same wait on my hips as a stallion held me. It was nice, the feeling of not waking up alone, though not knowing their names was a problem for me.

At least this stallion wasn't terrible looking, so I didn’t feel the need to sneak away or chew my own leg off to get away. But I still needed to get myself clean, so I stumbled out of bed, hazaly leaving my room.

After taking my time washing up, I returned to my room to fortunately find the stallion gone. In his place was Low and Molo, reading my contract.

"Wait… how did you… what actually happened last night?" I asked, still struggling to remember what I did before going to sleep.

"The three of us went stallion hunting, and we snagged two good ones." Molo answered, her eyes scanning the paper. "Also, you should learn to dance, it helps with moving your hips better."

With a sigh, I trotted over to them. "So… see anything useful?"

"Ya, lots." Molo said before leaning back, taking a relaxed poster. "This thing is written as though they expected you to never read it. I mean, have you ever read it?"

That was a hit to my gut. "I… I can't read, so no."

This time she sighed. "Go figures. Well first off, your interest is 40%, which is insane. Second off, this lets the other party hold onto your earnings and decide on how much you pay to your debt."

My head tilted, not quite understanding. "That means… what?"

"What it means is that you haven't paid even one cap to your debt, only to your interest. Which also means that Grizzly will hold onto you for as long as she wishes, practically enslaving you in all but name." Molo explained as she angrily tapped on the paper. "In essence, she's your pimp with extra steps."

Some anger welled up in me, but also some resignation. I was bound to that contract, with no way to break it. "I… See."

Molo then hopped out of her chair and trotted over to me. "Like fuck I'm letting you just accep this crap! We're going to see that bitch, and get this fixed, and we're doing it right now."

I was taken aback by her anger over this. "Now?"

"Yes now. Longer you wait the worse it gets. Seriously, do you want to suck dick until you're old, or go home like you said you were?" She asked me, looking deep into my eyes.

"I want… to go home." I said as some confidence began to fill me.

"Then get dressed and armed." Molo said as she trotted to a pile of things in the corner of the room.

Seeing her grab her guns, I panicked. "Wait, no! No guns! Grizzly will kill us."

Molo smiled back at me. "Let her try. If we don't come strong, then we get no respect. Now arm up, you to Low."

Low Pressure pointed at himself with his wing. "Why me?"

"You got a charming face, and three ponies is better than two." She told him.

"Wel, if you put it that way. I mean, I am charming after all." Low said, practical patting himself on the back.

"Alright, fine. But this is only going to piss her off." I said, giving up. If I was lucky, I would only spend a day in public use.

Trotting over to my locker, I let Low open it up for me again, having given up on picking it myself. Bobby pins were not free, and I already broke most of mine. At the very least I would get to try out my new holsters.

Low Pressure also seemed to enjoy himself. Though not wearing all that much, just some tight fitting powder blue relax whear and a flashy gun holster for his revolver. I had fixed up his revolver as well, but unlike mine he had me polish it to a silver like shine

As I got my stuff out and my suit on, I couldn't help but feel a bit more confident. The holsters worked just fine and the suits pockets held the ammo and tools without jigging around. I did decide to leave my old tattered saddlebag behind, it was unneeded right now. Instead I attached the bear trap to my side, just because I could.

But one thing was missing, my revolver. Try as I might, it was missing. Whispering, I asked, "Will-o-Wisp, where is my revolver?" But when the blue flame appeared, it then darted down the hall, casing me to shout, "Fuck!"

Low and Molo looked over, voth asking "what's wrong?"

I kicked my locker, "some fucker stole my revolver. And I put a lot of work into restoring it."

"That's shitty." Molo said as she trotted over in her tone down raider armor. "Say let's find out who did it after we talk with Grizzly. Kick their ass for it."

I nodded. "Ya, lets."

Now even more upset, we trotted out and to the elevator, where the guards blocked our way. They looked considerably annoyed with us, their SMG's ready to fire.

Molo didn't seem fazed as she stepped up. "We're here to see Grizzly about a shit contract, and I don't give a fuck if she is busy."

They looked at each other for a moment and then both together told us, "no."

Letting out a soft chuckle, Molo took another step forward. But before she could say another word, Low flew over and landed in between them.

"Forgive the muscle, good for intimidating, but not for negotiating. Like what she said, we have a contract that is, unfortunately, in doubt. It requires immediate review and rewriting at once or several steep fines may befall your boss." Low Pressure said smoothly, causing the guards to loosen up,

He then continued. "Contract laws are rather tenuous and fact fitting in their nature of writing. Same for signing and who is or is not a signer. Moreover there is regulation one, one, nine. Regulation five, six, four. Regulation two, eight, seven. And the eligibility for lambs claws that must be accounted for. All which you're disrupting."

"STOP!" One guard shouted as the other looked utterly baffled. "I don't care, just go, and leave your guns here."

"Leave my guns here!" Low said, sounding disgusted. "That is unexplainable, and breaching regulations three, three, nine. Regulation four-"

"Just go, stop talking." The guard pleaded.

The three of us trotted into the death trap elevator and waited for the doors to close. Were I calmly asked Low, "What the fuck was that."

He shrugged. "Random bullshit. I just state things that sound official when dealing with the lower staff if they get a big head on their shoulders. My parents taught me that, and it rarely failed me."

"Random bullshit never works for me," Molo grumbled.

With a ding we were free from the elevator, and made our way to Grizzly's office. Of which the doors to her office were fortunately already open.

One of Grizzly's personal guards trotted up to us, spear at the ready but the sound of a buzz stopped her. The voice of Grizzly spoke through the com, "Let them pass."

With the guard out of the way, we trotted to a very tired looking Grizzly. Her desk was a bit of a mess, and two red light mares were in her bed. Grizzly looked up at us, taking a deep breath before asking us. "Lottery, Low Pressure… Why are you in my office, and why are you two armed? I'm not in the mood for any fuckary right now." She then eyed Molo, "and you are?"

Molo stepped up again. "Name's Sparking Passion, but I go by Molotov now, formerly of the Shatter Hoof Raiders. As in formerly served under Gwadina Grimfeathers." She then slammed my contract down. "And I am here because of this braminshit contract. You do know that this is basically a slave contract in all but name."

Grizzly took the contract and sighed. "And so what, she signed it of her own free will. She's even magically bound, so fuck off."

Sitting up on Grizzly's desk, Molo looked at my boss in a seductive manner that I've only seen Sparkling pull off. "Oh don't be so stubborn now. I know that magical contracts can be canceled so long as the master of the contract wants it to be. So that braminshit ain't going to work."

With one forceful push, Grizzly knocked Molo off her deck. "First off, don't ever put you diseased cunt on my desk again. Second, yes I could but no I won't. And thirdly, the three of you are going to get the fuck out of my office before I make you leave. There are jobs far worse than being a casino's cocksleeve."

Both of Molo's guns then levitated up, pointing to the ceiling. "Though that does sound fun, we will have to argue a few points. Ain't that right Lottery?"

Eyes fell on me, making me more nervous than I had been in a month. "I… I want a fair contract… I just want to go home."

Grizzly's eyes drifted to Molo's SMG's and then back to me. "Or what, shoot me."

This was going too far, way too far. But if Molo was right, then Grizzly was never going to let me go. Not so long as I did as she wanted. Not as long as I acted like a slave.

Pulling up my shotgun, which even surprises Grizzly for a moment, I stammered out. "If yo...you make m...me."

Grizzly laughed. "That's not going to break the magical contract. Kill me and you will never go home."

This time anger finally moved me to speak."And when were you ever planning to let me go. Right now both options sound the same to me!"

Looking at my shotgun, the axe glinting in the light, Grizzly slumped back in her seat. Telling me dismissively, "I'll think about it. come back tomorrow."

Low spoke up this time with a question. "Why not now, have more important things to do?"

This got Grizzly to growl at us. "Yes I do as a matter of fact!"

Something began to click in my head. "Has it something to do with Wiretap?" I asked.

She then glared at me for a moment, then sighed in resignation. "She didn't come home last night, and nopony can find her."

Molo cocked an eyebrow at me. "Who's Wiretap?"

"It's her daughter, she tends to…" just then I remembered my missing revolver and how interested Wiretap had always been in it. "Oh no." I let slip from my lips.

"Oh no what?" Molo asked me.

I felt like an idiot, a complete moron. My key hadn't gone missing, it was stolen… likely when I was fucking the maintenance crew. I hadn't checked my guns yesterday, so that's probably when it was stolen. After that she must have taken my revolver from my locker. But why would she do that… no, I know why, to impress those friends of hers. She would talk about them a lot.

"I think I know who stole my revolver." I said to Molo, then turned back to Grizzly. "What if I go find Wiretap for you."

Grizzly eyed me with suspension. "If you're responsible for-"

"Responsible for nothing, do you want her found?" I sternly ask.

Now she sat up, a very serious look on her face. "And what can you do that Hans can't?"

I carefully put my shotgun away before responding. "If we find her, and bring her home safely, you will free me from my contract."

Grizzly just glared at me for another long moment before slamming her hoof on the table. "Fine, but if I find that you're involved in any way with her disappearance, I have a mine you will be working in, until you die!"

"Alright, then I'll be off. Low, Molo, let's go." I said and turned around to trot off.

Molo and Low quickly joined me, waiting till the elevator shut to beat me with questions.

Low was first. "Are you sure? Where would you even start? But why the brat? I do hope I don't get punished too."

Molo questions whent like, "how did you pull out that gun like that? And what's with the axe? What do you know on how to find the kid? Is the foal cute?"

Taking a deep breath, I simply told them. "SHUT UP! I might have a few leads, just let me think."

As the elevator doors opened and I trotted out, I felt something. Like a pinch of excitement I had long thought dead. But before I could figure out what it was, I had an important task to do first.

Though I had no clue where to start… Then I saw Will-o-Wisp floating outside of the casino, and I smiled. "Follow me." I told the others, and trotted after the blue flame.

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