Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Twenty Four

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As I looked down the scope, controlling my breathing, I slowly pressed down on the trigger. Through the suppressor, my rifle gave a loud snap-like sound, far quieter than the deafening bang, and less of a problem on my ears. Frankly, the sound of the bullet hitting its target was almost louder than the gun firing.

Still, it wasn't silent in the least, but it would at least not announce to everpony miles around that I was shooting a rifle.

The masking of its sound would be enough that I would get a few seconds before anypony knew they were being shot at. It might even be helpful for hunting, but then again most beasts have sharp ears.

"Soo cool!" Wiretap gushed, the older filly looking a bit odd with oversized earplugs in her ears.

Her foal napping had fortunately not affected her spirits, though she had become a bit clingy since she woke up. The event also convinced Grizzly that she should have her daughter learn how to protect herself. But right now she was just being allowed to watch ponies shoot guns. And by ponies, that was mainly me.

Pulling out a clip from one of my pockets, it has taken a lot of practice to not drop them all the time. I had thought about getting this rifle converted for magazines, as it would be easier to load, and could hold more ammo. But magazines took up more space in my jumpsuit, where the clips didn't. For now I liked just having more ammo in smaller bunches.

As I pushed the clip in, the gun loaded a bullet into the chamber as I pulled out, sheering off a small bit of my hoof. "Damnit, not again."

Wiretap chuckled. "It hungers for hooves." The brat said in a spooky tone before pointing at her horn. "Won't be a problem for me."

"You never know." I told her, then aimed down the sights once more, firing a shot and then calibrating the scope.

When I was satisfied I holster my rifle, which caused Wiretap to wine a little. "Oh come on, you're not going to let me shoot?"

I ruffled her mane with a smile. "Not today, anyways, your Ma wants you to do all the gun safety training first."

"Fine," She pouted.

Trotting over to the gun shop, Horus already had my order of ammo ready. It was the only quality ammo he had available, and plenty of bulk junk rounds he had a surplus of.

"Remember the bulk ammo will foul up your guns fast, so clean them often." Horus reminded me.

"I know, you've told me before." I reminded him.

He then smiled. "Alright, just making sure. That aside, have you decided to give your guns a name? Their custom is enough as it is, so why not. I can engrave them for you if you're interested. Free of charge, as a gift for paying off your debt."

That was an idea, even if it didn't do much for my guns, having them personalized a bit more sounded fun. "I'll give it some thought."

"You do that, good guns deserve a good name." Horus then lowered his head to mine, almost kissing me. “And don’t be shy about paying me a visit, even if you just want to talk. I will always make time for you. You can even stay with me if you so desire.”

I took a step back, blushing a bit. “Th… thanks. I’ll give that some even more serious thought.”

Even though I was free from the debt, my time as part of the Red Light still left me feeling tainted. Even then, I was sure that if I ever said yes to him, then I might never go home. He was just too good to me, and I was not good enough for him.

As I collected my things, I saw Wiretap gawking at some of the firearms on display. I hadn't been the only one restoring the old guns I found, and there they were, the guns I had sold to him were now high on the wall, above the more common 10mm guns. Horus had clearly put a lot of love and care into them, along with more skill than I had. But unlike mine they were simple polished dark wood, and clean blued steel. They had a classy charm to them.

I spied a grin on Wiretap's muzzle as she pointed at the revolvers. "You know, I'm going to be like Six Gun Red, ya."

I cocked my head. "Who?"

Wiretap smiled as she explained. "She's like one of the best Fillydelphia bounty hunters from some years ago, left the place guns blazing. Mom called her the bitch who she would never higher, on account she never took a bounty alive. Yet mom keeps a photo of her in her desk, and kisses it when she's really drunk. Six Gun Red also took out a slaver who had been pissing mom off a ton, something about stealing her property I think. Really pissed off those assholes in Fillydelphia something fierce too.

I don't know why, but I felt like I heard something like that story before.

"Sounds interesting, maybe you can tell me more about her later." I told Wiretap as I began ushering her out.

"Oh, I remembered, I heard that Six Gun Red was related to the hero of the Long Winter too. And the Winter hero also helped fight that Slaver." She excitedly spouted, sounding like my brothers after reading a comic book for the first time.

"Okay, Okay, I'm sold." I pushed her out of the store.

Outside, the mercenary, Hans, was waiting for Wiretap. It was getting late, and Grizzly didn't want Wiretap wandering around too much.

With a sigh, Wiretap trotted over to Hans, tuning to me and saying, "it's a promise right, you will come back?"

"It's a promise." I replied.

Watching the filly and griffin vanish into the crowd, I then huffed in frustration. Though I did plan on returning, I didn't plan on staying. She had grown on me over the last few weeks, so I knew I was going to miss her when I did go.

Turning the other direction, I trotted over to where Grizzly said the wagon was going to be. There I found Molo and Low waiting for me, along with three guard ponies, and eight other Red Light ponies in a wagon.

Grizzly was here and quickly trotted over to me, her face all business. "Thanks for looking after Wiretap for me. Better you than the normal wasteland riff raff. Just wish she wasn't such a pain all the time"

"She's a good filly, and reminds me of my brothers, so I don't mind." I told her, then looked over at our group. "Still seems strange that they agreed to this."

"Worse deals have been made for far less." Grizzly answered with an upbeat tone. "Pharynx will make sure they're treated like princesses, safe and well fed. The problem will be convincing them to return once the job is over. Not uncommon for mares to go native and marry a changeling. But any foals born from that are normally infernal, and tend to have health problems. So Pharynx tries to avoid that problem when he can."

I looked at her with an unsure gaze. "And your sure I have to fuck him?"

Grizzly sighed. "Trust me, it will be fun. Just do your thing and it will be over before you know it."

"Right, so nothing new." I said flatly.

A grin formed on Grizzly's muzzle, in the exact same way as her daughter does. "Just like in the Red Light Showroom. Oh and bring me back some souvenirs, I'll pay extra for something good."

Something about this still didn't sit right with me, but I had already agreed to this job. "And about my guns?"

"It's fine if all of you are armed, you are passing through the wasteland after all. Anyways, it's not like you'll get out alive if you do start shit over there." She then motioned me to join the others. "Oh, and I made sure to get you an extra special outfit for the occasion. Trust me, Duke Pharynx will love it."

Something really didn't sit right with me as I trotted to the wagon.

Rejoining my friends and soon to be former coworkers, everypony was rather casually dressed, and each with their own bag. My own had already been brought onto the wagon, along with whatever Grizzly packed in. Molo had to leave her old raider armor behind, and was given a nice armored duster.

It was already starting to get late, and our excursion to the Duchy of Cristallice Motors was going to take all night. So we were expected to get some sleep on our way there, then settle in.

With everypony ready to go, Low pulled out a deck of cards and Molo jumped in to join us. She had the second watch, so why not have fun until then.

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A bump of the wagon surd me from my sleep, waking me from a dream about pancakes, lots of pancakes. It was the first time in a long time that I didn't want to be woken up. But now that I was up, I found myself unable to go back to sleep.

Needing to stretch my legs, I hopped out of the wagon, and trotted alongside it. In the silver moonlight I saw Molo trotting along, looking neither happy or sad, just listless.

We had barely known each other, and she's already helped me so much. Without her, I probably would still be at the showroom right now, getting fucked by some drunk slob. Though my current situation isn't going to be much different, at least I was free.

Still, I wonder. Why is she wandering?

"Hay Molo." I said as I trotted up next to her.

"Sup Lottery. Can't get any sleep?" She asked me back.

"Sort of, but mostly I just need to stretch my legs." I explained.

She nodded. "Ya, I get anxious if I stay in one place for too long. Feels like if I ever stop, then I won't be able to keep going."

"You want to keep going and I want to stop, strange how that is." I softly said, then spoke a bit more clearly to her. "Molo, I know whe haven't known each other for very long, but I consider you my friend."

She gave me a small, and quite honest smile. "Thanks, friends are quite hard to come by in the wasteland, so appreciate it."

"That's why I want to know something about you." I said before asking, "why are you wandering all over the place? Why leave Gwadina's group, I'm sure you would have done well within the NCR."

She sighed, it sounded like a long struggling sorrow escaping from her. "Do you really want to know?"

"Ya, you're my friend, I want to know more about you." I answered.

Molo took in a deep breath, her eyes looking up at the moon. "So do you remember when I said I was born and raised in a brothel, and started out as a honey trap." I nodded and she continued. "Well as a honey trap, we have two jobs. One is to attract high value clients by being beautiful and clean. The second is to get impregnated by them so the others can shake them down for caps.

Raising an eyebrow, I then asked "Wait… then you have a foal?"

She nodded. "Ya, two beautiful little fillies actually. And a day didn't go by that I hoped their father would show up one day and take us to the good life. But the head of his family made sure nopony knew, and we kept our muzzles shut, so I doubt he ever knew I had his foals. Still it wasn't bad, and I loved being a mother… That was until he took them away from me."

"He… you mean Redeye, right?" I asked.

"The bastard!" Molo growled in anger. "He told us that it was for their own good, that my foals would get a better life and education with him. He didn't say it, but I read between the lines, and knew he thought he was better than us, that we were unworthy mothers. For the good of the future he said. It's all a bunch of braminshit. He just wanted to inflate his ego by brainwashing my daughters into worshiping him."

She spat at the ground, anger in her eyes. "I resisted, but Redeye's goons just beat me and took them anyway. I tried to take them back, and got another beating. When I didn't stop, I was thrown out of Fillydelphia, told that if I was seen again, it would be as a slave for the pit."

My heart ached for my friend, "That's horrible." Was all I could say.

Again she nodded. "It destroyed me, having everything I knew and loved ripped away from me. All for this greater good. There was little I could even do, I mean I never had to hunt for myself or scavenge before. And so I sold my body for scraps, and chems, which led me to the Shatter Hoof Raiders. Things didn't get much better, not at first."

"They didn't… you know?" I hesitantly asked.

"Well new recruits get thrown through the ringer. Mostly to find out if their Redeye spies or not." Molo said with a shrug. "Beatings, sucking dick, and beating other's, along with doing stupid shit wile on chems. That year was rather mad for me, and would have fallen all the way if I didn't end up with another foal."

That caught me off guard. "Wait, you got yourself pregnant with raiders, why?"

She chuckled. "It just happened, that's all. Anyways, my old instincts kicked back in and I managed to straighten myself out. If you asked my crew, they would say I became one scary bitch back then. Less messing around and more down to business. Which for a raider, is something normal ponies fear the most. Only second to the batshit crazy raiders."

Now I had to ask. "So… where is this foal, if you're here?"

Molo gave me an honest, yet sad smile. "With his father. Fortunately the little monster looks just like him, and he was one of the less crazy ones out of our crew. He was one of the Mercenaries Redeye used to take Fillydelphia, but got fucked over by the slavers who sided with the bastard. Now he's doing it again, but under Gwadina, who promises to not put slavers back in power. He also has a main squeeze who treats my son like he is one of her own. So I know he will be safe with them."

"That's actually awesome. Then your other foals, did you find them?" I further inquired.

The smile faded from her muzzle. "During the first raid, we pushed all the way to Redeye tower, aided by the alicorns who sided with the Followers of the Apocalypse. Our mission was simply to find all the foals Redeye had taken, and get them out of the warzone. Having alicorns backing you up is quite an awe inspiring feeling."

"Well we managed to get to them, and get them out of the city, but…" Molo then sighed, it was long and filled with bitter pain. "But many of the foals had already been taken away by the Cult of Unity. Including my daughter's. That's when I left, following what little information I had, which led me here."

It was a reminder that other ponies, in some way and form, have things if not just as bad, but sometimes worse then I did. Yet they, like Molo, carry on. "It must have been painful."

"Would take as a hundred beating if it meant finding them, and getting them to safety. But all I know is that the cult passed through here and then vanished." Molo clicked her tongue, visible irritation on her face as she chewed on nothing. "Sadly, there's so many fucking cults around here that I've been running in circles. Several of them worship the Goddess in some form or another."

"Ya, I met one myself." I said, remembering Angel. "When I was with Tripwire, there was one of his friends who was like that. A creepy old albino stallion with the voice of a foal."

Molo's head then snapped to me, her eyes wide. "You mean… Angel Dolly?" She asked, sounding confused.

I nodded and answered, "Ya they called him that."

Molo then growled with an intense anger. "Why is that crazy fucker is still alive!"

"What!?" I responded.

"I was told that the fucker was killed, and by a member of my crew! But why?" Molo then began to grumble, dragging her hooves on the ground as she trotted. But then she stopped and snarled formed on her face. "Wait, nooo… that bitch!"

"Can you explain to me what you're getting at?" I quietly demanded.

"A member of my crew, Catalyst, was a fool who wanted the powers of an alicorn. A real power hungry type, that had to settle for scraps. Makes a good raider so long as you beat them down now and then." Molo paused for a moment, grinding her teeth before continuing. "She always boasted about once being part of the Fillydelphia elite before Redeye, and nopony believed her. But I'm believing it now!"

The pieces were forming in my head as I started to understand what Molo was getting at. "You think Angel had your daughters?"

"It's possible, really possible." Molo said confidently, her hooves no longer dragging in the ground. "He was a devout preacher for the Goddess, so it would make sense he wouldn't just stop believing even after the Goddess's death."

She then smiled at me, wide and filled with the gritty madness of a raider. "You know what, I might help lead the hunt for Tripwire myself. If it helps me find my girls, I'll kill anypony in my way."

It was the first time I felt that Molo was truly dangerous. That if I did or said the wrong thing, she would brutalize me.

"And I'll be glad to help." I said as I slowly nodded.

It wasn't a bad idea, sending such a mad mare after Tripwire, but I didn't like that it was my friend who wanted to do it.

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The Duchy of Cristallice Motors was the same as I last saw it, with its high and well defended walls. They had a dark glint in the morning sun, as though coated with a strange substance that held the walls together.

Inside was more of the same, but with more refugees sitting about. I had also seen several ponies attempting to start new settlements alongside the road on our way here. Either making new ones from scratch, or just rebuilding from the ruins of what came before. As for the other ponies here, they seemed to be here for trading or were waiting for something.

For the ponies living here, the changelings, though I wasn't sure if it was just some of them, or all of them that were bugs. they seemed to be doing quite well, smiling as they worked.

"Well these ponies look fun." Low said, ogling the well built farm workers.

I had to admit that I did catch myself staring too. They were quite hot looking.

Actually, most of us were looking at the Duchy ponies with some lust. Though the only blunt one was Molo, saying, "I'm fucking a beefcake today."

Unloading from the wagon, we were then greeted by Lady Hearth, the mare's black and white checkered dress fitting her quite well. Unlike the last time I was here I could now see the subtle flirting she did with her body. The dress tightly hugged her hips, letting a bit of the fluff on her chest out, and the subtitle yet loud makeup that enhanced her face. It invites eyes to look at parts of her a stallion might look at for a bit too long. She would quit literally put some of the Red Light Showroom mares to shame.

"Now everypony, we have a room for you to share and get changed, I'll be directing you to it now." Lady Hearth then slowly trotted to the main building, with all of us following.

Molo nudged me. "Now that dame is a real banger. You think I could bed her?"

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "I thought you were into stallions?"

She chuckled. "It doesn't matter to me, though I do like stallions better."

Shrugging, I then told her. "Last I heard, all the ponies here are prostitutes. So just ask her."

A devious grin formed on her face. "Target set."

Shaking my head, I didn't add to the conversation, and only focused on the job at hoof. I wanted to get this over with soon.

Opening my bag, my hope for an easy time drooped. Inside was a black leather outfit, along with a whip, and cuffs. No other outfit was here, other than fishnet stockings and paints we a hole in them. Without a doubt, Grizzly wanted me to play the dominatrix here.

Looking over, everypony had more normal Red Light outfits, all except for Low. He had a toga in the Ursa's Den style, looking like a strange night sky. He filled it well, hanging off his form ever so gently, and covering just enough that I wanted to see more.

Putting on my outfit, everything was tight, but not so much as it was uncomfortable. Boots with heels, leather straps attached to a corset, a thick collar with studs, and a cap that irradiated authority. I even had several leather ties to hold my mane together. It made me feel… powerful, yet exposed. I hated that I actually liked how this felt.

Once we were ready, we gathered up to Lady Hearth, who then told us, "Alright everypony, we are not going to make you work here. We're all here to become a family, and I want everypony to get along. So please just relax at our lounge, and get to know everypony here."

I knew exactly why the eight other mares were here, though not the details of how it works. It would be very awkward if they didn't get along with the changelings if they were going to be here for a long while.

The lounge was clearly where the ponies living here relaxed, dark with minimal lighting, and a jukebox playing what I think was smooth jazz. Just like with the Dukes room, this place had the strange looking motor wagons made into places to sit. Each one had already been set up with drinks.

Low and I were led to a booth away from the others, clearly to a non breeder section of the lounge. Choosing to take up nearly all of his side of the booth, Low took an all too relaxed position. I couldn't help but admire his form as his toga covered him just enough to hide his privates, but teased exposing them. Though I had long grown used to him, it was still hard to not be entranced by him. Didn't help that I knew he was a rather good lay.

"You know, it's a shame you're only into stallion's." I told Low.

He shrugged, looking overly proud of himself. "It's not my fault I'm only into the better sex."

"Really, you're saying mares are inferior." I said with a flat and disappointed tone.

Low chuckled. "No, I mean the better, sex. Mares just don't quite get what a stallion wants, or needs. But another stallion, they can understand. Strength with tenderness that wraps you in their hooves, making you know that you're safe with them. But brutality when you want it, when you need it."

I lifted my hoof up to get him to stop. "I get it, I get it. Your just really gay. But still, and I'm just saying, it's a shame you don't give us mares a shot. Raiders notwithstanding."

This time he cocked an eyebrow. "Should I say the same thing about you and other mares, paying clients notwithstanding."

A bit of disgust pinched me, and I gave up. "Alright, sorry. Can't change who you're into. Though still a shame, so many good looking stallions turning out to be gay. You even fucked that dinner theater stallion I liked. "

Low let out a laugh. "Ya, he's a cutie. Sadly not a fun fuck though, a bit too limp hoofed. But why the interest, I thought you were done with all this… after this job I mean."

Now I shrugged. "Maybe I'm just in the mood, you know, in work mode or something. Or maybe it's that now I can go home… I don't know."

"That you want one more shot at romance. Or… you want to whore things up on your terms." Low suggested.

"Maybe a bit of both." I said, laying back and putting my hooves up to relax. "I thought I had that with Tripwire, so I guess it would have been nice to have a stallion actually love me. Not just have them throw caps at me and request I suck their dick."

"True love is definitely hard to come by." A stallion said as he sat next to me.

Remembering my role, I coldly glanced at him, saying dismissively. "Who said this seat was free? Are you so desperate for attention you will bother me like this?"

The stallion actually blushed, then began playing with his hooves nervously. "Oh, sorry my lady. I forgot my place. Is there anything I can get you?"

Now I was taken aback, but managed to not show it. Picking up the rather nice glass, and giving it to him. "A better glass, this one is garbage."

"Y… yes my lady." The stallion took the glass and hopped away. And I could swear I heard buzzing.

Looking over to Low, he already had a strong looking stallion next to him, pouring him some booze. "Tell me again how beautiful I am." Low told the pony.

"Like a cool breeze at sunset." The stallion told him.

Low didn't look pleased, "that's all? Are you saying my beauty is temporary, that I'm at the twilight of my years?"

The big stallion looked panicked. "No, never-"

"No excuses." Low interrupted. "Just get me a better pillow, this one is too hard."

Just like mine, this stallion rushed off, all too willing to comply.

Curious, I looked around, and saw similar sights with the other mares. It then clucked, all of them were the more aggressive and high maintenance mares. Remembering them from the Red Light, they were always more picky with their clients, even demanding drinks from them at times.

Actually, some of them had taught me a few things about being a dom when in the dungeon. I was starting to get the feeling that changelings were naturally subs or something.

When the stallion that had come up to me returned, he held an absolutely beautiful glass. The thing had to be made out of crystal. "Here you go my lady."

I contained my giddiness at seeing it, keeping to a more disinterested tone. "Fine, you did… adequate. Now sit."

If my guess was right, then I was going to play this role all the way through.

The stallion placed a hoof on my leg, looking me in the eyes as he said to me. "A lovely mare like you must be quite popular. A shame we rarely get to leave the base, with the raiders being more active lately. We're quite grateful for you all coming down here to give us some needed… love."

I moved his hoof off me like it was garbage, sticking to my role. "Yes, lady Grizzly had deemed you… well the Duke, worthy of our attention. You on the other hoof, don't seem worthy to trot on the ground I touch. For being so forward, I should just take you out back for punishment."

I wasn't sure if I was playing it too strong, which I had done before. But seeing the stallions barely contained excitement, I just knew I was dealing with a freak.

"Well I haven't been doing my job as well as I should. Maybe some punishment is what I need." He said, confirming my thoughts.

Then another joined us, twiddling his hooves. "I've been bad too."

I had a feeling that there were more of them figuratively buzzing around me now. As though I had flipped a switch, likely when mentioning punishment.

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The socializing went on for at least an hour. Draining for me as I had to keep up the act. But it was not that bad, as the changelings were all too willing to give into my commands and likely were able to take on far more abuse than I was doing. Truthfully, all I had been doing was insulting their performance and never acting satisfied, which seemed enough for them. But the sheer volume of them wanting Low’s and my attention was getting too much, practically swarming us.

As for the other mares who had come with us, they had one by one been taken away, and always with two ponies. I wasn’t sure if it was to do what the mares were here to do, or just to get to know their hosts better, but eventually it was just us two.

Lady Hearth had then shown up, causing the other duchy ponies to give us some space. Strangely, she was not as neat and tidy as before, being just a bit disheveled, and on the color of her dress was a smudge of lipstick, the same color Molo used. I could only guess, but I was sure Molo had gone for it.

"Duke Pharynx the Fifth would like to see you two, privately." She announced.

It was finally time to get to business, though what exactly Duke Pharynx wanted to do with me and Low, I was a bit apprehensive. Maybe I will get lucky and he just wanted to be whipped or something. At worst, he was one of those hoof worshiping freaks.

Getting up, we followed Lady Hearth out of the lounge, to the dissatisfaction of the other Duchy ponies. The room we were led to was a bit different from the one I had been taken to last time. More private, dimly lit, and with black and green curtains hanging on the walls, all looking torn up with holes. The theme here was a lot more intimidating, and very not pony-like.

Under a dim spotlight was Duke Pharynx, sitting on a velvet red couch, in a black leather jacket, and with stylish sunglasses on his muzzle. "Come in, come in, take a seat."

We did just that, both Low and I confidently sitting on either side of the Duke. It was a standard Red Light pony thing, surrounding a client when possible. It helped lock them in, and fluff up their egos if they needed a confidence boost.

"Your decorations, there on the drab side." Low commented.

"More depressing I’ll say." I added

The smile didn't fade on Pharynx's muzzle. "It was done by Pharynx the First. Something to do with his mother's natural colors. A rather dominating individual she was, and not one for style like we have today."

"It seems your underlings have a thing for dominating Individuals." I commented.

This got Pharynx to laugh. "Too true. Probably because our instincts are to be dominated. That mother I mentioned was our loved and feared queen once."

Low looked confused. "Queen?"

"Different time, different place." Pharynx said, one of his eyes now a solid purple, looking like it was made from many small segments then just one orb. "Grizzly already sent me a message about the deal, and that she might have let our secret slip. She's a lovely mare, but too loose lips when drinking. Not that it matters in this situation."

I sighed, letting out the tension. "Then I guess we both don't need to keep up the act."

There was a green flash, and now sitting beside me was a twisted black creature with purple eyes. I nearly jumped out of my skin seeing it, and Low froze in place.

"Always good to loosen up." His voice had an almost two tone to it, sounding unnatural. He then looked at me and smiled, a mouth full of fangs. "But let's not loosen too much, as we all have to play true to our roles."

Again a flash of green flames engulfed him, and his pony form returned. "And we do have a deal to make."

"Right, the deal." I said as I stretched myself up, forcing myself to calm down. "What exactly is this deal, if you don't mind me asking? You clearly aren't lacking in ponies to fuck."

"That I'm not." He said as he stretched out and took both Low and I under his hooves. "But what I am lacking are ponies that fit my tastes. Unlike my brethren, I'm burdened to want something closer to the real thing. It's just not satisfying to just be talked down to, I need somepony who can do so much more. Satisfy me, and I'll hoof over the information you and Grizzly are after."

There was a slight grin on his muzzle as he quietly said. “Oh how a scorned mare has a spice to them.”

Grate, Duke Pharynx the Fifth was probably a sadomasochist, something I had been dreading since I started the BDMS game. Then I paused, as something didn't add up. "What about Low here?"

We both looked over at him, and saw that he had found a mirror, and was checking his mane. Then he saw us looking at him and smiled. "Oh, sorry, what were you saying?'

Pharynx smiled as he looked back at me. "He has enough love for himself to feed five changelings a night. A little from him will be more than enough to fill me. Also, he's my type, stallion wise." He then placed his muzzle next to my ear, and whispered. "And I want to see how much more love he has If I'm him. I know you must be interested."

Two Low Pressures sounded like its own nightmare, but it also sounded a bit intriguing.

Shaking the thought out of my head, I then asked. "So, when do we start?"

Pharynx then pulled out an odd black crown, which had a green tint to it. "First I need you to put a few extra things on for me."

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